Alice in the Wonder Land
mardi 8 février 2011
I, Alice, welcome everyone to my world of adventures in the wonderland. Everything
dimanche 6 février 2011
and I'm saying that with modesty, I'm the most important character of the story;
otherwise, without me there’s no timeline or third dimension. I may be an anxious
being, not socially-inclined, but I deserve respect since I talk and wear clothes
like every human being. My coldness is necessary to be efficient at what I do;
otherwise,I couldn't discipline myself. Relationships would distract me and fail
me. My only master is Time. I'm completely submitted to him, so don’t expect
anything from me or you’ll lose time. I may look tired of running because of the
pink eyes but don’t fool yourself: I’ll never quit my duty. The advantage of always
having my head in the future is that I don't lose time thinking and I never regret
what’s in the past, so I never lose my focus of the moment. There's not much left
to say for now because the story is just beginning, but I hope to play a more
elaborate role in the future, so I'll have a lot more to say in the next part of the
diary.
jeudi 3 février 2011
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you’re at!
That weird little girl got that song back in my head! I worked for years to get it out and here it is again! Beating the Time, beating the Time, no wonder He doesn’t like you, who likes a beating.
*slurp*
What time is it? Yes, 6 o’clock!
And oh so rude she was! Sitting at a full table where she wasn’t even invited to. Offensive. No matter, all those questions stopped Doormouse from telling his story. A good story as it began. Wonder how it would have finished if he hadn't fallen asleep again?
*slurp*
I need a clean cup, moving on. I wonder what the Queen will think of her. Maybe she will win at croquet, even if I doubt so. No one can beat the Queen. But what if she does! Off with her head? Maybe... Or she could replace the Queen! No, no, no, no, no, impossible, impossible.
*slurp*
Personal remarks, she got what she wanted if you ask me! Such a childish child. Yes! That’s it; a childish child is what she is! No wonder she had all those questions, she is not old nor mature enough to know all that! That is the answer to the riddle! Why is a raven like a writing-desk : Because of a childish child! Ah ha!
*slurp*
I need a clean cup again!
Up above the world you fly, Like a tea-tray in the sky. Twinkle...