75 Days in an Hour. 36 Years in a Month. 19 Decades in a Year. 25 Millenniums in a Decade
That's how irregular my thoughts are. Just random shit in my head. And I can't stop thinking. Or I might get scared. Or just crave more of my mother's bread.
I hate somethings The counter clock visor on a piece of string The elevated bars on a leopard's skin I know none of this makes sense.
Cause even I don't understand any of the shit you've just read.