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"
Saturday, November 12, 2005
The rain came today Not pure and clean But dark and burning Like acid tears Searing my skin, my flesh, my bone Stopped only By the flooding rush Of my ice cold blood