whiterabbit says

"wer all conected by a redstring of fait tieing us all together from the heart,no matter the distence or how faraway."

not i,not i, but the blind man who sang it

we all like to play pretend
to become something wer not, but so despritly want to b
wer do we get the idea of what it is we think we r to b?
we sometimes cant tell wen wer playing, from when wer hiding, from hiding, to wen wer living our lifes
pretend is like a defence r brain puts up
to mask us from what we c as a threat
what would we subcontiosly ,uncontiously want to protect r selves from?
those questions my friends, r quiet a puzzle
but as i walk down the crowded streets of LA, every one who passes by me has a mask on thier head,
shielding thier faces
thier all playing pretend
i c heads of; ducks, horses, piggs, sheeps ,dogs, donkeys and a few wolf, walking by
i c a wolf with a sheep driving by.
every one wants to b someone else.
looking @ the newly decerated x-mas window of a gap store, i c my self with a white rabbit head.
i guess im also playing pretend :)

as i wait for the metro i hear a blind man sing a song of redemtion.
he has nothing to hide
he bangs his drums as he sings words of life into abse of the subway
not hiding his beutiful hazy silver eyes.
or the deep scar that runs threw them
in my head i c him with wings
n he can fly
as he sings his song of life.

my vision comes to a hult as the strong wind of a metro hits my face. i quikly get on being bushed by sheep, cows and a horse.
i yelld out a verse from the song
all masks ternd to me
and i sang
"not i not i but the blind man who sang it~" :)

"im late im late im terably late for tea"~whiterabbit

what alice found

curious little thing she was.
her eyes wer filed with adventure. she looked high and low for me.
she wounderd out 0f my view.
for a split secend i thought she had come to relize just how hard this game would b
but this alice failed to amuse me
a twit she was
asking randome strangers about me
what she found was not i
but the crazy hair who was passing by
poor girl thought she had stumbled into wounderland
unawear
that the hair
was not i
but some one who also sought to find me.
the crazy hair and the little alice wer so intranced by the thought of having found me
little did alice relize his intentions of finding me wernt so nice
so down down little alice went
chasing the cazy hair down a roud that did not lead to wounderland
to wer?
i do not knw
but having to save her was a real bother
so to those alices out thier
im still waiting to b found
dont look for the real me
that will get u knw wer but lost
what u seek is the Whiterabbit
what will u do once u have found me?
the red queen sees all!
so b safe little alices
wen u deside to look for me, trust no one!
i will b close by so do not fear
the cloue remains the same but a time limit is from noon to dinner time
"im late, im late , im terable late for tea" -whiterabbit

let the game biggen

the clue to my location u seek
look for me
what will u c
i am wer "Angels" say to take "Flight"
i will b thier every 7th day of the week for a porfornance
in the "Cort" with dancing water
their isnt much time
so would u come find me?
"im late im terable late for tea"~whiterabbit

i have lost

something of mine has been lost in wounderland
if i will ever c it again i will never knw T^T
it made me feel normal
like i was still part of society
my pocket feels so empty and lonly with out it.
my means of comunication has been lost,or tooken, or stolen
im not mad that they took my fone :(
it means nothing to me
what does have value r the # & photos. memories i want to charis. i wold never want to lose that. i dont think anyone would :(