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?"