raiSINgirl420
04-01-2003, 07:43 AM
does anyone else have an alice piece they would like to share, alice pieces kinda common. mine is sorta long, sorry.
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"off with my head? yeah, my head is a little off."
i hide my tears in the shower.
they slide down the drain,
like today,
tomorrow and tomorrow…
before i get out
i put them back on the shelf
in hope
that they will evaporate
along with
this pathetic psychological state---
like alice on mushrooms
i tripped
and fell
into this hole,
screaming psychedelic blasphemy
beyond control.
razor edge scenes
from psychotic dreams
where
the mad hatter couldn’t keep his hands off me.
(i only befriended him because i thought he had some tea.)
his greasy hands felt like a thousand mosquitoes
sucking the life
right out of me.
all the while
that damn rabbit was in an uproar about time,
not giving a fuck,
always running away
shouting,
“I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS CRIME!”
and i kept right on falling…
down this tube of insanity.
fuck mr. caterpillar man
i thought maybe he would be cool
and share some of his tea.
but he didn’t and he didn’t.
ahhh…the fuckin’ humanity!
falling…
drowning in this psychotropic sea,
with cheshire cat grins biting at me,
repetitively whispering,
“we’re all mad here.”
“we’re all mad here.”
i swam to land
and now i am stuck.
at night,
ants feed on my disguise.
my heart is sugarcoated;
underneath,
the maggots are kept warm.
in the core, the bees swarm
to the
sugary sweet poison
that tastes
like an electric storm.
during the day,
they just play croquet,
i need to
break away…
get away…
slip away…
what’s a girl like me doing here?
trapped on island lonely,
merely hunting the king.
all i have left is my perseverance.
i dance round-n-round in circles
singing,
“will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you
will you join this dance???”
fuck that queen man,
she doesn’t have a chance.
------
"off with my head? yeah, my head is a little off."
i hide my tears in the shower.
they slide down the drain,
like today,
tomorrow and tomorrow…
before i get out
i put them back on the shelf
in hope
that they will evaporate
along with
this pathetic psychological state---
like alice on mushrooms
i tripped
and fell
into this hole,
screaming psychedelic blasphemy
beyond control.
razor edge scenes
from psychotic dreams
where
the mad hatter couldn’t keep his hands off me.
(i only befriended him because i thought he had some tea.)
his greasy hands felt like a thousand mosquitoes
sucking the life
right out of me.
all the while
that damn rabbit was in an uproar about time,
not giving a fuck,
always running away
shouting,
“I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS CRIME!”
and i kept right on falling…
down this tube of insanity.
fuck mr. caterpillar man
i thought maybe he would be cool
and share some of his tea.
but he didn’t and he didn’t.
ahhh…the fuckin’ humanity!
falling…
drowning in this psychotropic sea,
with cheshire cat grins biting at me,
repetitively whispering,
“we’re all mad here.”
“we’re all mad here.”
i swam to land
and now i am stuck.
at night,
ants feed on my disguise.
my heart is sugarcoated;
underneath,
the maggots are kept warm.
in the core, the bees swarm
to the
sugary sweet poison
that tastes
like an electric storm.
during the day,
they just play croquet,
i need to
break away…
get away…
slip away…
what’s a girl like me doing here?
trapped on island lonely,
merely hunting the king.
all i have left is my perseverance.
i dance round-n-round in circles
singing,
“will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you
will you join this dance???”
fuck that queen man,
she doesn’t have a chance.