Law School and the Pleasant Surrender of Everything

It all looks the same, but only people with considerable personality disorders enroll in law school and actually make it through the first semester.  Our goals are selfish and means masochistic, so we embrace abuse to do the superhuman, we must become inhuman.  The rules of “normal” do not apply to us.  We are not better, but we are not the same.  Something has been killed in us as simple as illuminated in the maxim, “Ignorance is bliss.”  Well we’re not ignorant any more.  The world is full of unspeakable horrors.  Messes made by insufferable people left for lawyers to clean up and profit from.  Basically, that is the overarching principle guiding our course of study thus far.  On deck for next semester, I have elected to take Professional Responsibility.  This is a required course in the ethics of lawyerdom.  I felt that it would be funny.  I am sick and need mental help.  That is why I shine in law school.  I’m the sickest of the sick in my class.  Law Review awaits!  I’m already the lone scholar chosen by the school to represent one of the richest most successful men to graduate from my program.  See.  Surrender everything and become a monster.  I love it because I can dispose of the facade I’ve built to be normal and resume my more comfortable role as a predator.  I’ve found my calling amongst the wolves, readers.  I wish to make it clear that law school will take your soul and replace it with space for your ego to grow (he is cramped within the strictures of your current “normal” life).   I will keep you updated as I learn the “ethics” of being a monster.  Stay tuned…FUN ABOUNDS!

Naked Eric. The story. The misused period. The use of the word “the”.

This is a blank page.  If you take away all of the words, it really looks blank.  I only say this because I feel guilty about wasting paper scribbling scrabbles on it.  I want to tell you about this page and its purpose.  The cool part about this goal is that it truly has no purpose.  I only seek to drizzle some smiles over this world that has come to resemble a poop crepe.  If I had a band or a clothing line I would call it “poop crepe”.  ::sidenote – my dog just farted and it smells really bad.  Poor dog.  Where’s my lighter?::  Poop crepe because (insert end of sentence here).

Naked Eric is me, just me.  It’s the name my parents gave me when they made me.  Naked is being used in a way that implies lacking shrouds of any type.  Your shroud is the pretty face genetics ripped into your flesh.  Mine disappeared the day I almost died in a car accident in New Jersey.  I couldn’t find it so I run naked like a retard child through this semi-adult life without the ability, capacity, or desire to hide truth from others and, in turn, the world itself.  Hence, “Naked Eric”.  I like diddling by myself with words and hummy tunes.  I think that it must be fun to be  writer.  Professionally it must be so very, oh so very super-duper!  I would like people to get a kick or a nut scrump from what I think about enough to drive several fingers into the requisite keys representing its component letters in order to make it appear on my screen until I CLICK “submit” and the thought went from my noggin to your noggin via several strange steps that merit better description than a wretched run-on sentence and words like wretched and redundancy and self loathing and verbal Fibonnaci sequencing and big words used just to sound smart, not to convey anything valuable or meritorious to be absorbed by the text block as a whole and munched by your comprehension.  The joy (or “yoy” in Espanish) of writing is that i can push a button with a letter on it and it pops up on my screen.  I just keep doing that.  It’s my only tip for aspiring writers.  Aspire, teddy.  It is a silly oopsie nomenclature when we find ourselves engaged in the same wondertastic convo in New York City with the proximate yuppie actor wannabe.  The yup says he is an aspiring actor.  It is not okay to call yourself a verb.  I think many people are aspiring.  Imagine:  Hey, I’m an aspiring Administrative Assistant.  She want to move up in the company, so in that case I guess it is more like an adjective.  Are YOU like an adjective?  See, one truly can’t say that they’re an aspiring anything.  I believe this because there is no contrasting voice.  Is there a non-aspiring actor?  Okay, one who “makes it” is a professional actor.  Others below them are amateur or “aspiring”.  Wait!  There it is.  Say you’re an amateur actor.  I fixed your problem with verbage you punk lily  so keep aspiring.  I have an amateur blog to desecrate!

I am in love with your pets and home they come over to visit.  I live in Jersey.  I am Eric.  This is my Naked Blog….

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