Guilty of not lowering your eyes.
Duchalice, Alicess.
Everywhere they were banging like dunny doors. The bushes were rustling everywhere she looked. "Even though I can't see or hear you, don't think I don't know what yer doin'"
Her lip curled like a moustache. The checks began to swirl and Alice's headband began to fizz and crackle.
Alice : guilty of dismay,
eternal dismay.
Sometimes Alice could hear herself speak as if someone was saying the words.
She didn't even have to think about them, they just came out of their own volition
alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226734469457550978" />Alice thought that she would wake up now.
"Wake up Alice"' she said to herself.
BUT SHE HAD BEEN AWAKE ALL ALONG
Even the checker pattern really did exist and at this moment continued to march on.
and pomegranates with their tight dried clawed ends continued to open themselves up.
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