been having these real "drink me" alice bits lodge in my head lately. compounded by the frog in the film! making me think about getting some mean green & going for a trip down memory lane. slot some sugar on the spoon, sir, yesiree! i think it has something to do with the colour of the faerietales i've been bandying about when dreamyheaded. worried about evaporating & blowing away in every stiff wind! whoosh! gangly arms around gargoyles as gusts get me worlygoged & gyrating in the great blue air! golly! hopefully it will be a real steel mill, spinning these minor terrors into gold through some sinful alchemy, thank cadmon. wonder how tonight will go? i hope i remember to get all ellen ripley with my hair, which'll leave me back in black adamville.