No one would have believed…

…that I could make more of this crap.

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.

A Kangaroo you say …

…..yes. I see them every day. Just give me a moment.

A dolphin….

….yes I’ve seen a dolphin. Just give me a few moments.

What’s the problem….

….with my spray tan?

It’s not my job ……

….to hold a metallic gel pen, but I still do it.

Love alone…

…..is full of tears.