I have written some relatively depressing stuff recently, and I think I need to shift gears before I return to this topic.
Now, there are these ladies who are obsessed with Pink. They call each other Bling. If they were men, I would call them The King Of Bling.
Since they are charming ladies, I shall call them The Highness of Blingness.
They know that I am all about black. Black is royal. Black is cool. Ask The Dark Bride if you don’t believe me.
However, there is some pink that is cool. I shudder when I say this.
Pink is cool?
My, my.. How could I possibly say this.
But, in the world of The Undertaker (and, he is all black… He is The Man in Black), there was a rather sporting gent who had, as was described as ‘high cholesterol hair’. This gent used to wear Pink & Black.
Pink & Black?
Yikes!!! I am petrified at the thought…
Yet, he owned Pink & Black. Note, however, how the Black raised the Pink….
And, in the world of music, there is Floyd… You know them… Pink Floyd.
Those gents rock. One of the most inventive bands ever, and one of the most consistent.
Yet, Floyd was needed to raise the Pink.
But….. sometimes, with a wee bit of help…. Pink can………. I shudder at the thought of writing another word…..