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Murky angles,
pink triangles is how I feel -
fragments of thought hangin like mobiles in the air.
That's how I feel.
I'm sorry.
I feel abstract tonight.
I feel abstracted.

It reminds me of a theory of mine.
I call it Spontaneous Simultude.
it goes something like this:
EVERYTHING IS LIKE SOMETHING,
ANYTHING LIKE SOMETHING ELSE.

And in technical terms I can express it algebraically:
A -
Gimme an 'A,' Allen.
'A'
A equals B.
'B.'
You...
'U.'
...bet.
'Beta.'
ho-ho-ho!

Let's try it on for size.
Complete this phrase, Daved,
I AM LIKE __________
'I am like...'
Complete the phrase!
'I am like... a song.'
See how that makes - 'I am like a song'!
Tony, complete this phrase,
I AM LIKE __________
'A train.'
A train! Now, see how everything starts to make sense when you get spontaneous simultude goin here?
'Wait a minute, I've got another idea!'
No, you've had your turn.
Allen, I AM LIKE __________
'You.'
Wow, yeah - ho-ho-ho!
Garo, complete this phrase,
I AM LIKE __________
[Mumble]
Like a what?
[Mumble]
Garo is from New York so we won't count him -
I'm going to complete a phrase now.
I AM LIKE A RED TIN BUS.
See how that makes sense?
It makes sense, doesn't it?

I am like a red tin bus,
made in Taiwan.
People's faces are painted on but they're painted on in alarm.
People would see me, they'd say,
'Man, who's that crazy bus driver sittin in that bus driver's seat?'

Oh, I am like...
'Another song!'