II. Allies.

The little martian in the purple spacesuit has declared us friends.

Oh, he tells me that is a stretch, we are allies, at best.

We got off on a rocky start he tells me, but then again it is better to get the rocks out of the way in the beginning he claims.

The little martian says stuff like that often.

He is quite cryptic, but he says things slowly and with great emphasis. So I believe he is saying something profound.

“What are you doing” he asks.

“What are any of us doing”, I trill back.

“No seriously, stop documenting our conversations for your half assed blog.”

oh.