Pink skies, pink rooms, pink waves and hearts. Pink ponies, pink sperm, pink tongue and nails. Pink maggit. Everything is so deep and unreal that it becomes too real. Everything is wet and meaningful. Everything becomes more than everything. Lies become ashes. Tears become flowers. Voices become a never-ending pleasure. Hymns of pure honesty and ultimate beauty. And kids play pink snowballs now in the middle of August. They laugh and grow. They will become big and strong. They will find out what love and pain is. Their beauty schools will be missing them. Waves and walls of pink atmospheric sounds envelope our hearts and souls. And we see our perfect dreams where we are happy. These dreams our pink everything.
And we wake up. And we see this constantly changing world. We cannot hate it anymore. This world is too real and too good to lose it. This world is all about you, me, her and all of us. This world is a weird and almost perfect place to live and love.
Wind is taking us far away from our defeats and disappointments. This wind is pink too. And it whispers us a sweet truth. It tells us who we are and how good we can be. And it’s almost a kiss; it is almost love.
It’s better than drugs and alcohol. It’s better than desire. It’s something like love. It is Deftones.
Eternal love and devotion.
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