Leftovers…..

……

A little bit of Christmas left over that I forgot about.

Gentle men of leaves

…fighting again.

Make it stop….

……more of this insanity.

Does the world need….

…..more of my garbage.

Why don’t my friends….

…..pop by anymore?

Just keeping an eye on things

…….while having a day of rest.

Than chances of anything coming from Mars…

…are a million to one. But still they come.

The chances of me finishing binding this edition of War Of The Worlds, is about the same.

Hail the bin chicken…

…long live the bin chicken.

We are all….

…merely the dust of stars. Not actually stars.

I got sick….

….of waiting for me to finish this.

Ugh.