I Couldn't Think Of One Clever Way

Superman Loves Everyone. He's Like Jesus Except He Punches People.

He Read Me Extracts From A Medical Journal Describing The Progress Of A Staphylococcus Aureus Infection. And Then He Pleasured Me With A Potato.

The Only Thing That Made Me, Or Any Of Us, Special Was That No One In The Whole Of History Would Ever See The Universe Exactly The Same Way Any Other Of Us Saw It.

This Is The End Of Our Sentence

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