down the rabbit hole we go, hand in hand, arm in arm, off to see the wizard and have a bed time story read. there are three things to remember two of which i’ve forgotten but the least important of which is never to forget the other two and i smelled something that was intestinal and it was good. here we go again with the levees bursting around us and an undefinable anger permeating the sheets. i’d keep it safe and sound if my hands weren’t made of thorns.