Letterbocks, Ay

Going back to bed for the day
There’s nothing else to do anyway
Maybe I’ll sleep through till May
When the cold and rain have lost their way
And the Sun comes out to play

What with it having been a late night last night/this morning, I’ve only been up for three hours but am already beginning to wonder if it weren’t a mistake and if I shouldn’t take my own advice and hibernate instead.

*sigh*

Ho hum … well, in lieu of having anything better to say, I’ll just post these for your amusement instead:

A selection from Viz

Where Angels Fear
Where Angels Fear

Written by Where Angels Fear

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.

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