Maxs Conversation with Karen O of the Metaphor Whose Back Does Not Get Scratched Lets see Weve

life comparable to a roller-freaking coaster, a box of chocolates, a one-night stand; loves euphemisms beat like the summers of our lives, butterflies suffocating in the stomach, rushes of blood to the head; hates taken the balcony seat with a gun, sharing Goobers with good ol Abe. Subcategories upon subcategories relate to other things and vise versa. However, what does the device have to fall on? I presented this to Karen O, singer/moaner/metaphor-spitting extraordinaire Karen raised her index finger to her chin, the true thinking pose. Like, what do you mean? she asked in trying to grasp the true question. I halted my already vocalizing mouth to make sure I had the right words. Im talking about the art that is the Metaphor. Im saying that, though everything has something to compare to, the Metaphor has nothing to be compared to. Oh, okay, identified O, You shouldve just said that. My face turned pallid. What do you think Metaphors Metaphor should be? I asked Karen. In came rolling a pondering silence. Well, cant we say that a similes like a Metaphor? suggested Karen. Like all squares are rectangles, but the inverse is false? I returned. Isnt it the other way around? Ill look it up later Can we not compare Metaphor to Simile? Sure, its like comparing black and white people, she said. I didnt quite comprehend what she said. I dont follow. Well, think about it, she began, when you trace our ancestry, didnt all of us suck the teat of Africa? Even if you take the religious approach, there, sauntering amongst the initial shrubs and brushes bare, yodeled the first man. Karen, you are poetry, I said in awe. Thanks, kid. But please go on, I pressed. Thats just it: As life goes on, nothing has changedwere still something and its derivative. I fucking hate Calculus! I sneered. Eh, its all estimation anyways Im sorry to pry, but how does your theory connect? Im saying that, in the beginning, one gave way to the other; whether you eat the cream or the cookie first in an Oreo doesnt matter, she explained. Ah, I get it! Youre saying Metaphor and Simile are the base man Or woman. and the ones after. Bingo. Moreover, Calculus is a Metaphor for being just an estimation of the actual calculating that the answer you get is like the real answer, I derived. If you wanna take it that far, she replied. But we still havent found a Metaphor for Metaphor. Its quite hard. She smiled to herself, as if some honey bear

tickled her fancy, like a zero of a character found her spot in the dark and actually knew her name, like someone landed on all the right destinations marked on all her maps. Yes, quite hard, she continued, Kinda hard to control. This is a hot and cold season, gonna sink in my sweat. She fans her face, jesting for my benefit. Referencing from your own literature? I teased. If you can call it that, she responded. Hey, youre just as humble (and probably even more lustful) as a writer. But perhaps you wouldnt surpass the perverted nature of Stephen King, I said. Hey, Flatterer, arent we getting away from our topic? I had it. You. I uttered. She was confused. Youre a Metaphor, Karen. Well, if we expand it further, each one of us is a Metaphor. For arent we all the devices used to compare? The rolling silence rolled back again for a minute, maybe two. And it so happened to be that O personified, symbolized the Metaphor. Also, isnt a symbol a metaphor in itself? But thats another dream to have of Metaphor on Symbolismor Karen on Karen.