If you can't run your tongue across them, merge with them.

I was motion in the boundless universe. I was the square root of minus one. I was covered in thick beige fuzz that moved of its own accord. I was ten feet tall.

I was a pastrami ice-cream cone. I was the key of G minor. I was full of tiny gears and printed circuits and my battery needed charging.

I was pregnant and I knew the people responsible. I was the law west of the Klamath River. I was without form, and void. I was a long-playing microgroove record.

I saw the best minds of my generation and I was appalled. I was a platinum gas tank. I was an army advancing toward I was as army.

I was the ghost of Christmas past. I was the rabbit in the moon. I was as corny as Kansas in orbit.

I wasn't thinking very well at all. -- Chester Anderson, The Butterfly Kid.