Right about now the real world is full of droids turning off their lamps and blowing out their candles.  Do they know they are all Mutants?  We all once walked without shoes or clothes.  Life was appreciated for what it was, and days were not spent in a building shuffling slices of processed trees are a small room.  Life was laughter in a wheat field or tears in the midst of a storm.  Life beat you down when you needed the lesson.  Now there is no lesson and they are all losing their sight.  If it’s too late then I will meet you where the Real People wander…   I will be there to survive.

I’m tired of the frosting and sugary substitutes.  I’m damn sick of the gravy that man so desires to drown his everyday meal in.  It’s a thick coating to cover what’s real, to shield what may be really true.  I’m finished with applique’s and molds.. 

I’m ready for the Real People to shine.  We will make it, but we will make it alone.