One Potato Review

“What’s my name?” said the boy.
“Er… Banjo,” said the pencil.
“Good,” said Banjo. “Draw me a dog.”
And so it goes – the creation of a universe from black and white to color through trouble in paradise. It could make you dizzy trying to derive some deeper meaning from all of this tumult, but you never know how lucky you are till someone invents an eraser. Or something like that. Otherwise, glorious nonsense.