" Somehow waking up is more painful than the nightmares. They were beautiful really.
A glittering dream scape of fantasy, tinged with the now black reality of fact...
The fact that I cannot stay in this place.
Alice and the white rabbit get married, the Cheshire cat officiates and the mad hatter is her maid of honor, the march hare the best man and the door mouse the flower girl.
It is a lovely ceremony, until it comes to the part with the objecting.
Apparently objections are compulsory here, everyone must have at least one and each must be sorted through and proven wrong before the wedding can proceed, like a trial, but more trying.
The Queen of Hearts shrieks 'OFF WITH HER HEAD' and nearly gets the motion passed, but she refuses to justify her statement, crying ' All ways here are MY ways!' until the Red and White Queens carry her away.
The Red King's snoring is almost considered as an objection, but Humpty Dumpty proclaims it to be praise.
The most disturbing objection of all is by far the catepillar. Blowing his entrancing smoke rings, he insists Alice provides an answer to his highly impertinent question.
'WHO! ARE! YOU?!'.
But the white rabbit simply replies with 'My late wife' and pulls out a cannon to cease all objections to Alice forever.
youcannotstayhereyouknow
Whispers the gnat in my ear, the bread-and-butter-flies die for lack of tea with cream in it, the snap-dragon-flys flee to their christmas boxes and I...
I cannot stay here.
- Part I- Get Yourself Dressed instead of running around
- Part II- Beneath The Neon Lights We'll Go Wandering
- Part III- I've had the Same Jeans on for Four Days Now
- Part IV- Make It Last
- Part V-Another Head Aches, Another Heart Breaks
- Part VI- Take a Photograph
- Part VII- Under House Arrest, Until You Change Your Mind
- Part VIII- Vienna Waits For You
- Part IX- I'm Giving Up Slowly
- Part X- Cos If You Hold It Too Close You Lose It
- Part XI- To Spend A Day Warm On The Sand
- Part XII- You'll Never Get To College But You'll Sure Look Cool
- Part XIII- I Melted Wax To Fix My Wings
- Part XIV- I Deserve Nothing More Than I Get
- Part XV- Spin the wheel, we'll set you up with some odd convictions
- Part XVI- You Remind Me Of A Cigarette
- Part XVII- The Last Sight You'll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes
- Part XVII- The Last Sight You'll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes
- Part XVIII- Pure hearts stumble, in my hands they crumble
Thursday, August 13, 2009
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