Whenever I am forced to interact with THE BIG CLOCK my tummy starts a flip floppin.
Kinda gets me to wondering if cancer and such ain’t also some sort of reaction to time passing too quickly.
You know, sort of like the difference between having a hot shower or getting damped down by a fire hose.
Still just water.
Ah, my innards is vibrating just thinking about it so that’s that…
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
Trust me pal. I don’t want to imagine you NOT trusting me…
See why heAr:
Any clock big enough to see is too big.