The world is a confusing, refusing, darling of a place. Try to make sense of it and it'll just get more absurd. Try to fight it and it'll make you feel like a bad arse. Try to do what it says and it'll make you turn around and go back and censor what wasn’t really meant to be said and change around the original play that said something in an obtuse way, that could mean something, but shouldn’t anyway, because that would mean something, that possibly shouldn't be. That’s why I leave these being cartoons as automatic. I could, with all good logic delete everything. But, I’m not into nihilism, just compression. A blackhole is guiding this one, I tells ya!
On the other hand, I could publish something like this
But that would make things even more confusing, because it's not my normal style and mucking around into every which way isn't really the done thing. Got to stay focused. Narrow the feeled translation into containers, packages, product. Eh/. Showing everything might be akin to if humans had no skin, they'd just leak everywhere, see. Don't want that kind of bloody piffle hanging about the place. Bit too much in the face. Got to hide what you've got inside, even the stuff that needs to leak out. (No one wants to see snot and poo and other icky stuff within you.)
But that would make things even more confusing, because it's not my normal style and mucking around into every which way isn't really the done thing. Got to stay focused. Narrow the feeled translation into containers, packages, product. Eh/. Showing everything might be akin to if humans had no skin, they'd just leak everywhere, see. Don't want that kind of bloody piffle hanging about the place. Bit too much in the face. Got to hide what you've got inside, even the stuff that needs to leak out. (No one wants to see snot and poo and other icky stuff within you.)
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