Pin Head

And so it exploude's running in every direction in endless night.  Three hundred million year's it run's  with nothing in sight.

It eventually get's tired and is but breath in eternal night, as it cools down off it's long flight. And soon it gather's in to form's of rock, the Earth is born.

So here i am on vacation on the perfect planet not to cold and not to warm.

People say Mark your from a different plant,so i reply no from a pin head of MATTER,

a fact.