Pop Art ran into Abstract Expressionism in a dark alley at Toys R Us. Screams are heard. Historical Reactionism runs to a phone booth changes into a cape, and dials. "Hello, this is Choreographed Particular, how may I direct your call? " HR is transfered. He begins to talk with Cute but realizes that the line is crossed and he is now talking to Allegory as well. The conversation which relied on the psychological interaction between himself and his memory of the manipulated pink and fuzzy, is now inter sprinkled with contemporary concerns of art and his own painted ancestral reference. Confused beyond himself, he looks back to the alley. The scream is now a pleasant moan. He looks away, slowly smiles and puts his pants back on. He had misunderstood, they are making love. What you see is what you get.