Alice after the Looking Glass and looking in the magnifying glass, I can admit that it was Waller Bridge and Bridgers having the same name that attracted me to them and after that attraction, I wanted them married ASAP 'cause if Savior Complex was any indication of how that would go, I was stocked, stocked, stalked Chainsaw Man's inspirations and Leatherface's fictional debut was what I found. Suffice to say, I died, chainsawed to death so —
A lice is what you will be if you drop that zipper. Sucked in, you will not find Wonderland in those jeans but Menlov Ave. A 42 minute session where all 42 men cannot be charmed. Immune to the charms of all not men, they loooooooove the Viking of Sixth Avenue like Moondog! Moondog! Moondog! Moondog!! Moondog!! Moondog!! Moondog!!! Moondog!!! Moondog!!! Moon looks down on Dog and wishes he will never be hare. Dog looks up at Moon and worries that one day, he might see a Harsh Mistress. "Hush, Doggy, hush," consoles Moon. "Snoop not for disaster but focus on your style, your doggystyle which I find beautiful." Dog: I find you more beautiful. More beautiful than a cheeseball. Moon: Then stop barking and lick your moon in the water like its gumusservi. Hurry! Hurry! Hurry before I drown in anticipation. Stars know I'm already drenched!
Dog: If thats the case…ready or not, here I come like the first part of that Norman Vincent Peale quote.
Alice will be barfed out of it. A lice does not take prisoners. No gut feeling, it's a belly-god reality. Pearly cod half truth thats barely doc. The Reformation. Which leaves Witch. Witch doctor read Thus Spoke Zarathustra? Witch Frankenstein believes Nietzsche? A Monster energy drink for Nietzsche for he was right. God is dead. Genesis beds Internet. Dust to DUST so no one returns to the earth. They just go online. No one dies anymore. They just dye. Dye, dye, dye, death is a Bifrost of sci-fi. Dye, dye, dye, choose a colour and return from the internet like Baldr post Dirty Computer. "So on the nose like norse," noctilucent cloud high on Mother of Pearl's heroine complex snorts out. Back in like the heroin, Mother of Pearl got family jewels that can crush any manhood. Man in the hood. Man in the hood no more. Hood removed. Mandrake taken and like a mandragora, planted. Lightning quick too, Jack-out-of the box sucker punches the Devil. Deep Blue just won whats between. Winner takes all and O comes with double D's. Dai Dark's volumes. Devil has to lick them and they are six volumes of them. Murder, comedy, skeletons, gore, sci-fi and horror licked leaves Devil's tongue feeling batshit crazy. Devil becomes batshit crazy after. Devil becomes Bat with sentient sheet named Krazy. Krazy challenges Bat to bat. Bat bets that "Orpheus will shove his lyre into every siren till he makes a liar of each and every one of them." There's a scream in another room but Cable Guy doesn't give a shit. The other room might as well be another world. There's a scream in another room. Cable, that Marvel guy does not give a shit. The other room might as well be D.C. Washington on the coffee table, that's Mister's apology for having no bite. Thus the buck. Thus the buckshots in her skull. Candy in his ears, Mister consumes music while waiting for the cohabiter to arrive. Cohabiter arrives, sees the corpse and calls the cops, goes to corpse to cop a feel, drink a sip and then goes to sleep. Sirens in the distance, its time for Mister to become Orpheus. Recluse vs The Hermit, her mitt catches all of Orpheus the Recluse's lyre notes. Vs The Hermit, her meat cannot be fried so its Orpheus the Recluse's meat that does. Offed by the Corpse while OFF!'s Free LSD plays somewhere close yet very far. Does OFF! free Lucy Satan Devil? Orpheus doesn't give a Greek for it's not his pantheon. His pantheon's Lucy Satan Devil is Hades and he goes in it to defeat it only to find that it is now an indie hit so how does Orpheus defeat it?
Alice, A lice licensed to smoke a White Rabbit . Always late, never early , thats how the cookie crumbles. Koi will never crumble if it stays soft , soft like a white rabbit. Desist from being a hero, heroine, smoking heroin . That's hard. Hard as a drug . Ghost out of the Machine is not the end . Thats soft. Ghost shoved in Shell, that's a hard finale.
Alice, she's a lice in stature who does not give a shit-stain about some dead seeking knight. She does not give a shit-stain about mankind either to be brutally honest and why should she? She's unhuman. She is in sect. Alice of Wonderland Sect, she's a lice blisteringly infatuated with 'Flea in her bag'. Her sol (she has a son) is prim, proper, and prepared for the selling. All dear Devil-in-a-carriage beetle has to part with is dark comedy, post-punk, a bag to put Fleabag and Struggler in and a front row seat for a lice to witness what their addition will equal. What monstrous, erm, monster will be belched out? What incomprehensible genre will screech into theatrical life? Hip-hop comedy? Rhythm and blues cringe? Post-punk black? The latter will be divisive, controversial, a cyber solar afro atom punk in a bio atom garage thats street clock crust egg shaped kind of intriguing and last but definitely not least, post office public. That's genius. Genius like Alberto Mielgo for he made me fall in love with death even without the robots and I love robots. Like loooooooove robots. Love 'em like Arthur does the Round Table Knights. Except that one. The one that went square. Everyone knows the one. The one that Arthur's her sucked off. Sucked him off in the hallway and that's no lore but song. Fancy Clown's the name and by the time all the Round Table Knights knew all the lyrics verbatim, the rest of Britannia was laughing-ish. Knights laugh-ish too but who laughs last and thus best? Is it Arthur Fleck or Bozo the Clown? Is it Joker or The Joker? Is it Victor Vaughn or Victor von—
Alice in: A lice in the faucet, tap into the dark and watch lambency fade off . Off top: Rock bottom's inside, in site, insight, ink sighs, pendragon in tights, squeeze, squid, pasta with the lobster King James, nihilistic 66 , seeks, mark of the Beast, Mark a beauty for the no-manger scene , seen through a marked man's eyes, that man being able to pay for a room in the inn means he is Cain's foe therefore not Cain coloured enough to enter inn . Coat of many colours he has but its not red enough . Not Stalin enough, Joseph not steel enough to survive Operation Barbarossa . It comes, that Redbeard sure does!Riding in his chariot pulled by two goats, wordplay and flow lead him to greatness. The hammer? Watch him spit on it and listen for the crackling raps. Thunderous applause follows for the flash in the pan moment , project, even got Pan flashing his Arthur (Machen?) before a .22 catches him . Catch-22 is a gem, Rhinestone Cowboy too . Both 22s, first and last like twin peaks . Pick of the day: The only way up is down.
Alice goes so deep into Wonderland, only a lice comes out. It is a lice.. It is the vermin that Kafka-not-Hibino woke up as one morning. It is the Monster that Hibino-yet-Kafka became one day. Monster but with its humanity intact, it is the Merman in a covert coat with a pulp in a scarred hand under grey, growling skies. It is the Merman that beats up the Man in a Raincoat to a pulp, call his crime fiction and takes his raincoat for itself. It is the Merman named Rain Coat that drives a covert into the sunset, sight set on its sun. It is the Merman with a gun in a car chasing the Sun. It is the Mummy with a straw, in a beetle, chasing after the Egg Yolk. Why can't it see the Egg Yolk? Where is the Chicken? What is the Chicken before the Egg?
Alice becomes a lice . We are all mad here, says Cheshire Cat but doesn't really mean it. "We are all made here," is what Cheshire Cat actually means, "except Alice, a lice who is not mad too so she can only be merde, a sheet of pepper in a paper book so" "Come eat it up bookworm," finishes The Mad Hatter-now-made Hatter, "or March Hare will pimp you like a butterfly." "Never, never," spells the smoke out of The Caterpillar's Hookah, "never can pimp Caterpillar for its no Butterfly." "Yet you will be pimped even as a caterpillar because of introduction," retorts Hatter. "Introduced in The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill, the Little Bill is Untitled Unmastered like the Rabbit's fourth studio album. Fourth chapter like Untitled Unmastered, its the Little Bill to the Big Bill that is To Pimp A Butterfly, the Butterfly to the Caterpillar that is Untitled Unmastered which, with To Pimp A Butterfly, are two creations of one mind thus two creatures that can be pimped one way so get to eating the sheet of pepper or else." "Never, never," sings the smoke out of The Caterpillar's Hookah, "never can pimp Caterpillar for its Caterpillar no more. Touched by colour, Caterpillar is now Carter, pillar of gangster rap who you dare not pimp. Do you dare to pimp Carter? Who dares pimp Carter?" "Not me," mutters March Hare, "for I'm no longer as mad as before. Contact with colour changed me to her from March Comes In Like A Lion who's jealous of genius like pianists in Your Love in April. May I stay mad in May for Joon is a made mandrake who wants no madwort in his Mafia garden like Judas in Gethsemane for it always ends in an arrest and Joon wants no rest in augmented reality. Too Snow Crash. S now C rash. Covid rush, 19th crush, saw a yama in 2019 and wow, wow, wow. Fell so far in awe of Sawayama. RINA as well.