If all the comets along the equator of Venus flashed across the milk van, and spelled out the carnivorous words, then yes, you would
however, if the volcanos located on the trident of mars had flashed hot starch into the air, and the clouds echoed in silence, then praise would be a trivial thing because all the smart animals would be dead
So in keeping with the time, I'll slither across the sop of the Yggadrasil and sit by the bay with the elephant man. He'll play his flute and all the stars will be a bracelet on his brazen back foot
When it ends, I'll be there. Yes baby, yes, you matter to me
P.S Love is like Twilight, it is the twilight of our lives, Gundrisse
