Dark rage sad white rain hate anger
A fleck of dirt on the wing of a fly
Sacred sun time trust hurt rage anger
Joy black day hate beauty die life
Hurtling to earth
Through a hole in the sky
A speck of lint on the penis of an alien
The construction of light
Joy ache empty day pain die love
Passion joy black light
Trust night rage rain white hope dark
Buried in gelatin
Sad white rain sun anger hurt soft
And a dog can dream, should it be implausible
Rain white light
And if God is dead what am I?
Beneath the sands of Venus
That a man might supervise?
And if a bird can speak, who once was a dinosaur
And if Warhol's a genius, what am I?
Love empty time sun hurt trust peace
The construction of light
Pain day sky beauty die black joy
Time sun hurt trust peace dark rage
