"my mother says they found faeces all through the boys change rooms."
"What are faeces?"
"Baby mice"
"oh"
Never hold your farts in! They travel up your spine, go into your brain and that's where shitty idea's come from.
My state of mind is not yours to define!
There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness."
Faith
Nay, whatever comes one hour was sunlit and the most high gods may not make boast of any better thing than to have watched that hour as it passed
"my mother says they found faeces all through the boys change rooms."
"What are faeces?"
"Baby mice"
"oh"
Faith
Nay, whatever comes one hour was sunlit and the most high gods may not make boast of any better thing than to have watched that hour as it passed
Ultimately you understand there is order in the universe, even if there is no order in your immediate circumstances.