We are all….

…merely the dust of stars. Not actually stars.

I got sick….

….of waiting for me to finish this.

Ugh.

Weaving towards…

….the abyss of the future.

When I wish upon….

…..a star. I’d rather not know who you are.

Only time will tell….

….when these are finished.

A friend in need….

……is not my friend.

For the time being.

They’re high above the ground…..

….they’re just hanging around.

Still in the hole…..

….with no way out.

Some new crap

That I’ve been wasting my time on.

I should have better things to do. But I don’t.

The scream….

……of the abandoned donkey.