.....Naaaango changes from bluuuuuuuuuuuue to a mix with.....purple.....he's shiny blurple..........and the light is.....WINKING! WWINKING! WINKING!.....BLURPLE...the checkerboard of my life is......melting......melting into a blurple fabric of woven strands.....strands of winking winking.....time....shreds of life-serum dripping into the blurple....abyss.....with Abraham Lincoln......in the light....why?Naaaango says to the checkerboard....why am I Naaaango?.....the blurple light makes me wink! no,,,,,blink! no,,.....too many commas...shhhhhhhhhhhhh! my mom won't like it. And who are you? why sky shy my tie Bly guy lie.....no!.................blink!.........call me anything, just don't call me late for supper.......shreds of molten ice-hair leave the planet at intervals.........no?.....shhhhhhhh!......don't call Ken!.......shhhhhhhhhhhh....reefs abound...sharks....mooooooooooooooooooooooooooose too.Hey! where's Rip Torn these days?.....in the blurple time-shred? WHY MOM?.......blink....wink....my boomerang won't come back.......