Red
I like Red. It’s nice. And bright. It belongs to me: never green; blue; white. I like to see Red. It’s my friend, it loves me.
It cleanses my black machine; electrifying.
I love seeing it pour out of corpses and grinning at me from my knife.
Pink
I love pink. It’s gorgeous – and beautiful!
It’s my colour, Pink is. Great with white. Hand in hand in my eyes. It’s a sexy colour, the sort you wear to a club, where you pull; girls or boys for that matter. Its ambiguous, Pink, a complex matrix of emotions and feelings. It’s fantastic.
