The foundations of my formulations

Please allow me to introduce you to the five year old Erasmus Trout. Of coarse he was a stump. A squat shrub with bushy brown foliage. Blue eyes bloomed like spring time Iris’s. Cherub cheeks blazed like Homer’s beloved dawn. Teachers and butchers and other such knowledgeable authorities pegged him as hyper-active. An observable redundancy when taking into account the tremors that overtook him when standing still and the imaginary thoroughbreds that galloped beside him when aloud to roam. To put it simply, spastic energy dripped from his soul like the steady stream of drool dribbling down from his beatific smile. The five year old Erasmus feared nothing, forgot everything and forever formulated the foundations of his ego. To put pride aside Erasmus was a fairly unique boy for his age. Even at the tender age of five the stumpy shrub understood he had a purpose which was, to quote the little adrenaline avatar directly, “I’m gonna be a super hero”! Not Spiderman mind you, or Aquaman or even Nietzchie’s superman but a self diagnosed oddity cognizant of the magnificent manipulations his mind could produce. Imagination had a lot to do with it. Imagination and persistence had everything to do with it actually.