On the branch of a beautiful fir tree in Rotterdam sat a squirrel, dying to express itself. It was born in the year of love - 1996, and it wondered, where the bliss had gone. Then one day, it encountered Brutal SexPoop, and found love again. Her ears sparkled and her genitals sang joyful tunes of ecstasy. Bliss was here again. Fuck your rainbows you shit.