Why are showers a good place for thinking?

Like...people used to think up whole fucking albums' worth of instrumental music in the fucking fucking fucking desert! In the sand. That's the definitive shower thought; why is it all sand, and why does this sand cover this whole area? But anyway yeah. Sand is like soil, but it's just sand. Can sand go back to being dirt? How does it go from being regular soil to just sand? Is it sand because of the sand, or is it sand because of this sand? And here's another fucking thing! Why do we call it "sand" and send it to the "sand pit" when we call it "desert sand", when it's in the desert, but call it "sea sand", when it's by the sea? Beach sand, if we're American. I can't send sand to America can I, lads? They've got fucking sand fucking everywhere! I can't send sand America, any more than I can sand my arsehole. I mean, I can. I just won't. But anyway, back to the music. <br><br>Fucking Mozart, Beethoven, Chopin, Debussy; all these fucking guys could fucking write symphonies out in the desert but if I get in a shower, I'm lucky to come out with a rhyme. <br><br>I don't even like showers! In fact I fucking hate them, and this is the reason why; if it's half a second too hot, it's like being burned alive! If it's half a second too cold, it's like having to fucking ice a sore cock after a sick burn. If there's too much water pressure, it stings, and if there's too little, you might as well just send sand down the fucking thing! I mean, I would take a sand shower! Anything to avoid fucking water on my delicate fucking skin! God, I wish I was sand, sometimes. <br><br>But it's not just the pain, it's the inconvenience! You have to take off your fucking clothes, then you have to get in, all cold, then half the fucking time, the fucking shower just starts spitting at you! It's like a baby, coming all over your fucking face! Like, what the fuck is this! You can't fucking aim properly or anything! When I need a shower, I want to fucking shower, all over myself! I want to be fucking drenched!<br><br>Then I step under the shower, and it's too hot, it's too cold, it's just right; I don't know what it is, I'm fucking busy! So I adjust it; but this water, it fucking hits you! It's like out of nowhere! It's so blatant! So in your face! It's all but attacking you! It's like trying to fucking eat a fucking spaghetti! You send the fork up there, not a fucking problem, then suddenly! BAM! Here comes the whole fucking fucking fucking fucking thing! I mean, what the fuck! I don't want to eat it all at once! I want to savor the moment! To enjoy! A shower should be like a kiss; it should be...it should be...it should be a caress. God, send caresses down the fucking thing! I would take caresses showers. Caress showers. Yeah. Just send caresses down it, caress all over your skin, just...just...fucking caress all over fucking me! Anything but all this fucking water!<br><br>So anyway, once you've got it right, it's all fine! So why do send our caresses down the fucking caress pipe? Why do we caress with water? What is this? send caresses all over your body, caress all over your skin! Oh caress! God, send caresses down it! Anything to avoid water! It's so fucking random! How random is it! That we send water down a pipe, and just accept it! What the fuck! God, send caresses down it!<br><br>So, fucking anyway, yeah. If you manage to caress yourself to a good temperature, and not caress all over your fucking face, then maybe you can get some thinking in. So, yeah. God, send caresses down it! Anything to fucking caress fucking me! I want to caress showers! Oh caress! Yeah.