| Application | The March Hare |
[Jan. 31st, 2031|10:56 pm] |
`Have some wine,' the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.
Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. `I don't see any wine,' she remarked.
`There isn't any,' said the March Hare.
`Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it,' said Alice angrily.
`It wasn't very civil of you to sit down without being invited,' said the March Hare.
( Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tock ) |
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[May. 30th, 2011|08:29 pm] |
| [ | aTmOsPhErE |
| | angry | ] |
| [ | EcHoEs |
| | this can't be the bitter end (I know it won't) | ] |
treacle girls putting sticky fingers in inside my cobwebs brain in my brain in my mind the gap sticking it to the walls bouncing off against kisses and pillows fry frightened chestnuts and games we can play with finger sandwiches for keys. snowmen tear me away from that special clock. |
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[Apr. 12th, 2011|07:30 pm] |
| [ | aTmOsPhErE |
| | peaceful | ] |
| [ | EcHoEs |
| | im bored with looking good | ] |
screams at first then muffled sounds and gently gently fall to sleep up against the wall when the umbrella woman comes safely safely in teapot arms in cloaks and courgettes with sandwiches and pearls no jam but we have all the world in the jam no clocks can stop us now |
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[Mar. 13th, 2011|05:46 pm] |
the blackbird in the clock as well but that's okay, Hatter's always after waiting hours for this and wishing I'd stayed asleep. the blackbird in the tiny ribcage is pecking, pecking pecking away at all the niceness. treacle leaks out, mined from the well and filling me up from my boots. treacle in the clock as well |
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