Go Ask Alice
Go ask Alice in her padded cell how she took a tumble and fell down a rabbit hole of illusion now don’s a straight-jacket of confusion. Go ask Alice with her veins full of Lithium how she surrendered to her delirium of smoking caterpillars and a grinning feline and is now attached to an Intravenous mainline. Go ask Alice about her sanity how it vanished in this asylum of rhapsody in a fog that is translucent and hypnotic in her Wonderland of painted narcotics.