I wonder

It took place a long long time ago but it still takes place today, when a woman cries in her sleep, when a girl shivers in the street, when a lady collapses. It's the same old story everybody heard, everybody knows. We just don't know how to deal with our shit.

Once upon a time, the story:

The mountain and the snake started chasing Baby Pink Bunny. Strong, huge and fast. Hard. Baby Bunny was lost. Baby Bunny was sad. Baby Bunny was going to die and Baby Bunny felt up to it. Baby Bunny would always die rather than give up being a baby, being pink or being a bunny. But the devil was bored. So the devil came to the Bunny and the devil saved Beauty with filthy filthy money. Sad old devil washed the flesh and the hairs of the bunny in blue ice water, holding the pure heart in disgusting fingers, rotten by what we call women and he calls swamps. Rejuvenated by the pink lady's blood flow, the devil then said something, the devil said the truth: now don't worry baby you'll never hear 'bout your mum and dad no more. What you'll hear is sweet sound of money against castles of bright white teeth. And you'll hear it and love it and forget all about your nasty old Daddy. You won't remember your name and you won't remember your age and you won't remember anything about this dead old world of ours - nothing you were ever belonged to this place, anyway. The devil was strong, the devil was proud. The devil could feel his own life burning in his lungs thanks to baby Pink Bunny. Nothing you did, nothing you saw, nothing you thought, said the devil, nothing could be done, seen or heard or said. When I, gentle old devil, when I plucked your eyes it's the universe I cleansed. And oh, darling baby, don't question what I say. And oh, darling baby, trust my cold white slippery skin. And oh, darling baby, come and melt in my hand.

And the lips and the tongue and the mouth of the devil are now pink like a beautiful strawberry.