Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Alice in pains.

Dear Universe,


Letting go is hard.
I don't like it so much today. 
I might be in the "it gets worse before it gets better" part of my healing, but


It might suck less if you threw in a massage, mani and pedi.


And stuck a needle of morphene into my heart.


Just a suggestion.


Yours truly,
Alice

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"And what does it live on?"
"Weak tea with cream in it."
A new difficulty came into Alice's head,
"Supposing it couldn't find any?" she suggested.
"Then it would die, ofcourse."
"But that must happen very often," Alice remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.