The First Light Had Cast The First

Before It Was A Bomb, The Bomb Was An Idea. Superman, However, Was A Faster, Stronger, Better Idea.

He Felt The Hot Impact Of Bullets. He Heard The Sound Of Chopping Meat. He Thought 'is That Me?' . . . And Then He Opened His Eyes.

The More I Think About It, The More I Realize That Schools Are Just Factories For Turning Out Robots, That's All. They Get You When Your Small And Vulnerable And They Take All The Human Parts Away, Bit By Bit, Until You're Just A Wind-up Toy. Turn The Key And Set It Running. And The Toy Goes To University, Gets A Job, Settles Down With Someone Nice.

I Should Say I Am Far More Cleverer Than Any Of The People Who Put Me Here. As A Matter Of Fact, I Could Leave Any Time I Wanted. It's Only A Doll House After All. Anyway, I Don't Mind. I Like Dolls. Particularly The Live Ones.

I Can Always See Ways To Improve What I've Done. At The Same Time, Knowing It's All An Ongoing Life's Work Allows Me To Be Less Precious About Blind Alleys, Failed Experiments, And Misfires.