Once a month (no more, no less--well...sometimes...when
God gets frisky...), the demon princess of biological clockdom unleashes
her bloody wrath upon the poor, innocent, only-a-little-bitchy, flower-of-a
girl, Kira. When the crimson tides of hell begin to flow forth from Kira's
loins, she is transformed (through no fault of her own) from the sweet,
happy, midget-loving, sinless maiden she was on the 16th, to the hell-raising,
sack of fucked-up hormones and dead hamster guts she is today--the 17th.
Usually, she lives her days quietly, frolicking in the fields with the
fairies and lambs who she lives among symbiotically (not symbolically),
singing songs in praise of our Savior the Lord Jesus (pronouced HAY-SUS)
Christ all the live-long day. But when the Goblin King strikes, she leaves
this life of Elysian peace behind and lives the life of a bitchy unwanted
whore. Our hope is, that with this website, we will help to make Kira realize
what is taking place every month. Perhaps one day she will be able to look
the Goblin King in the eye and say, "You have no power over me!"