And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall...
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head
Feed your head
Feed your head"
Monday, August 29, 2005
It comes Like a vulture in the night Its beak gleaming Like a knife in the moonlight Silent, it hovers As it rips skin from flesh Flesh from bone Broken and mangled Shattered pieces of me
