PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Ohohhh...This Mad Hatter was drinking a good cup of tea upside down when... suddenly (as always happens in fables!) a bright idea crossed one's mind. Oohhh~, boy Alice, boy Alice, you shouldn't be Boy Alice any longer. You belong to Wonderland! Your mother cursed you, and the world up makes you sleepy with their boring reality. This humble jester thinks you should become this Hatter's faithful Dormouse and seek the March Hare to gather up our Mad Tea Party at last.

Three is a good number, better to be a crowd than the company of two or just be one of lonesome.

Or perhaps not, one's mad and just murdering time until the Queen of Hearts states her sentence. At least, one has bought a good snake. This jester hasn't realized how much time has passed since one has enjoyed the simple pleasure of animal affection~

The snake has His Majesty's dazzling, cold eyes.

Out. I’m out. Out. No more handcuffs. No doctors. Out. Out.

Not home. This… is not home. My things. I want them. They’re mine .

I hate it.