And that describes much of what happens at BM. Your brain is so overloaded,so popping and sizzling, that you are forced to simply jump in and go with it. You are outside of everything normal. There is no framework, no solid ground from which to formulate reasons or excuses. "What do I normally do when a naked woman, painted silver, asks me to show my ass-crack in the middle of the desert?"

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