Dont trust the white rabbit.
where the reality will fade into the color of her thong. the aggression of the blade teaching her to sing songs. my fur will kiss down your spine debating whether I should guide you through wonderland. or beat you with a fist of wood. my clock says it's too late but I wish to stay here and play. to hurt your naive state, and rape the silly stray. oh Alice, Dear Alice no more.... games of child hood, heart of hope, welcome to wonderland my sweet. teeth grind with every stroke. so don't don't trust the white rabbit if you want to stay clean or sane. your sweet cookies my habit of satisfaction to gain