The Only Time I Ever

When ["wonder Woman" Creator William Moulton] Marston Died In 1947, They Got Rid Of The Pervy Elements, And Instantly Sales Plummeted. Wonder Woman Should Be The Most Sexually Attractive, Intelligent, Potent Woman You Can Imagine. Instead She Became This Weird Cross Between The Virgin Mary And Mary Tyler Moore That Didn't Even Appeal To Girls.

Then I Reminded Myself That All Intelligent Children Suffer Bad Dreams.

Why Am I In Hell? It Hurts. It Hurts All The Time. Why Am I In Hell? I Just Want To Go Home And Lie On The Bed The Way I Used To. Please Take Me Home.

I Will Rise From The Darkness, Shining Like The Morning Star. Illuminated Woman Am I.

I Prefer Working Out Of Strict Continuity, Because No Normal Human Being Can Have A Firm Grip On The Constantly Shifting Bardo-like Territory Of A Comics Universe, Where Entire Histories Can Be Erased By A Strong Enough Super-sneeze.