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Normal is subjective.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
Silence. Is. Bliss.
What happens in Wonderland stays in Wonderland, right?”
That will bite her in the butt soon since nothing that happens in wonderland ever stays in wonderland. Intentionally or unintentionally stuff never stays in wonderland like ever lol
Ring-a-ring-a-roses / The body decomposes. Hush! Hush! Hush! Hush! / You’ll all tumble down. Down, down, into the deep / Give the Twids our souls to keep. Silent slumber on a web / Ne’er to raise a restless head. If we wake the First will come / And sing us back to sleep as one. Hush! Hush! Hush! Hush! / We’re all slumbered down.
If we fail to find our rest / Sister Two will raid our nest. She’ll make us live as broken toys / Discarded by the girls and boys; And there will no more slumber be / For we’ll be locked in misery. Hush! Hush! Hush! Hush! / We’ll all tumble down.
Wonderland and common … two words that should never be in the same sentence.
Trample an Army Beneath Her Feet; Wake the Dead.
“Do you wonder how the details come to you with such ease?”
A very special thanks to Lewis Carroll and Tim Burton. Without their artistic geniuses, vivid characters, and warped dreamscapes, I would never have been inspired to write Splintered.
