Beings: Too much mcuk

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 thisBut 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.)

Fish don’t fly in a bowl

Paranoia seriously questions how to behave in a given situation. And how we’ll be judged for that. It gives rapid and diverse possibilities and outcomes.

I’ve come to the conclusion: damn them all, why should I ever spend my time acting when if I’m not being paid to do it? I love, grieve and get angry in my own way. It is valid, because I don’t hate my own mind. If I did, then it would be because something got in there that I didn’t want. Then it wouldn’t be mine, it would be someone else interfering, telling me how to act.

But then, I remember some mothers have been put in prison, for not acting in a way a mother is supposed to over the death of a child. Difference is suspect. Guess that’s why I should never be a mother.

Yes, but what if something I said, was said to be the cause of someone’s suicide? What if I fed someone some food and they choked on it and died? What if I advised someone to do something and they did it and they were permanently injured because of it? Well then, I’d put myself in a deep freeze for a while so I couldn’t think about what I’d done. Or I’d eat some fish and think about the fishiness. Because saying nothing at all can be the worse crime of all. That’s the way people can get killed on mass.

So, as Nana said, “Better out than in.”