There is the singer and there is the pattern, and there is some more stuff as well, like the triangle or toupee.

The singer most of the time enjoys in hibernation, remembering happiness of marvellous singing and pattern’s approval.

It is proud of its loveable toupee, which is mark of distinguished triangle identity and a remarkable overall appearance.

Unfortunately, the pattern tends to spontaneously distort, prompting a line of the wrong direction to move.

This line therefore stabs the nerve, which wakes the singer up in pain.

In order to stop it, the singer seeks through memory, looking for a right tune.

Once the tune is found, the singer sings, using all the strength and passion from its triangle very being.

At the moment of singing everything else is forgotten – there is only sheer beauty, fulfilment and joy of the performance.

Once completed, the singer waits for pattern to react.

After properly sung, the tune impresses pattern, which therefore returns to its orderly shape.

As a result, the line of the right direction activates and stabs the nerve, causing pleasure.

The singer then tranquilly returns to a long hibernation, indulging in a memory of pleasure events.

 To find the proper tune in a memory takes sometimes longer than usual, so the singer panics, fearing that it will not be able to sing.

The singer thinks therefore, that out of sheer fear it behaves as upended identity.

The upended triangle is ugly and unaccountable and especially toupee looks ridiculous on the down pointed apex.

Such a lack of self-control is a great shame in front of the pattern, and while fighting to regain it, the singer hopes that the pattern didn’t notice or care for what happened.

Luckily the pattern smoothly returns its orderly shape and the singer is relieved that its problem wasn’t noticed, or resented at least, so it behaves as upright triangle again.

As a result, the line of the right direction activates and stabs the nerve, causing pleasure.

The singer than regains composure and thinks it was not actually that bad, and that maybe never even happened – the sheer fear actually caused a wrong impression of upended triangle behaviour and singing.

The singer then again tranquilly returns to a long hibernation, indulging in a memory of pleasure events.

The fear of a long tune search sometimes makes the singer ranting even worse than the upended triangle does, so it thinks it behaves like a rectangle.

The rectangle is not only unaccountable, but also unbearably pathetic, and its toupee is even more whacky then on a down pointed apex – the flat vertex is the ultimate form of humiliation.

The usual lack of self-control inevitably causes shame in front of the pattern and while struggling to regain it, the singer hopes that the pattern didn’t notice or care for what happened.

Luckily the pattern smoothly returns its orderly shape and the singer is relieved that its problem wasn’t noticed, or resented at least, so it behaves as upright triangle again.

As a result, the line of the right direction activates and stabs the nerve, causing pleasure.

The singer than regains composure and thinks it was not actually that bad, and that maybe never even happened – the sheer fear actually caused a wrong impression of rectangle behaviour and singing.

The singer then again tranquilly returns to a long hibernation, indulging in a memory of pleasure events.

There is the singer and there is the pattern, and there is some more stuff as well, like the rectangle or toupee.

The singer is proud of its loveable toupee, which is a mark of distinguished rectangle identity and a remarkable overall appearance.

To find the proper tune in a memory takes sometimes longer than usual, so the singer panics, fearing that it will not be able to sing.

The singer thinks therefore, that out of sheer fear it behaves as a triangle.

The triangle is ugly and unaccountable and especially toupee looks ridiculous on the apex instead on a flat vertex.

Not only the singer behaves like a triangle, but it also hysterically flips between up and down pointed tip, which is an ultimate humiliation.

Such a lack of self-control is a great shame in front of the pattern, and while fighting to regain it, the singer hopes that the pattern didn’t notice or care for what happened.

Luckily the pattern smoothly returns its orderly shape and the singer is relieved that its problem wasn’t noticed, or resented at least, so it behaves like a rectangle again.

As a result, the line of the right direction activates and stabs the nerve, causing pleasure.

The singer than regains composure and thinks it was not actually that bad, and that maybe never even happened – the sheer fear actually caused the wrong impression of a triangle behaviour and singing.

The singer then tranquilly returns to a long hibernation, indulging in a memory of pleasure events.