The Other Side of the Mirror

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I don't wanna be weak

It's not have the strength to stand up

and move my feet across the ground

I don't wanna be sickly or ill

I'm afraid of that the most

the life seeping out of me

like steam from a train engine

the wheels struggle on.. so slow

until finally.. just stops

spinning all together

it's hard to think of

something lasting forever

going on and on with no end.

But love.. I know love is infinite

I'll love you even after I'm dead

like I know my mother still loves me.

Get up, Alice!.

You have school this morning.

I don't wanna go to school today.

We've only just moved here.

If you want to make any new friends,

you have to go to school.

You must to go to school every day.

You know that.

You have to go this day,

and the next, and the next.

There is no getting around that.

Catholics!

My father says you're

the whores of Babylon!

Quiet!

I will not ask again.

Queen of the Thorns

Who did this?

Who.. did this?

If we go to heaven when we die,

can we ever come back to earth

to see what it's like in the future?

- No.

well, I dunno if I want

to be stuck up in heaven

and never see the

ocean or forest again.

You don't need to see the ocean

or the forest if you're in heaven.

Why not?, I don't know,

I just know you don't need to.

Well, what about angels?,

angels come back from heaven.

Yes, there are angels here on earth,

but you are not one of them.

You're very far from it.

You know, you might be able to very ask

that question if you actually

pay attention in school.

I'm as good as a student as any other,

I just tend to daydream, that's all.

Someday all your daydreaming

will get you into trouble.

You know, father spends very good

money to keep you in that private school.

The least you can do is learn

a thing or two while your there.

It's summer now.

I would like very much

to forget about school

and remember what it's like

to sit beneath the sun all day.

Very well, do as you wish,

you always do anyway.

Do you think we've

been here long enough?

Long enough for what?

Well.. we moved here

a few months ago and..

I feel like I haven't met anyone yet.

Aside for my classmates.

You know..the only people I can socialize

with are the folks from church.

The protestants simply don't like us,

at all there's a lot more

of them than there are of us.

Is that why that boy yelled at me

in my way to school yesterday?

Father McAvoy was talking

about radical ideas and..

new ways of doing old traditions.

And how we shouldn't let the

backwards become forwards,

or the insane become sane

or the lie become word of truth.

But, I wanna meet

strange and new people.

I wanna hear new ideas and

meet the strange and eccentric.

I wanna meet the kind of people

who would change the world

the kind of people of picture shows.

I knew we shouldn't have

taken you to see that movie.

But, then I think maybe we haven't

been here long enough.

Well, let's see, we've been

here for... three months.

So, yes, I think is right about

time to meet one of those..

new and exciting people.

Are you patronizing me?

What?

Patronizing, I learned it in school,

It means to...

I know what it means.

Well.. are you are patronizing me?

No, of course not.

Or maybe a little.

Very well then.

When do you want some tee

I'm bored and tired of being patronized.

In a moment.. however you can brew yourself if you wish

The sausages are in the basket.

Where is my teacup?

How should I know, Alice?

Well, It's not here and It

must've been left somewhere.

Well, maybe is at home.

I'll go back and get it.

I said I'll go back home and get it.

Do what you must.

All in the golden afternoon

Full leisurely we glide;

For both our oars, with little skill,

By little arms are plied,

While little hands make vain pretence

Our wanderings to guide.

Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,

Beneath such dreamy weather,

To beg a tale of breath too weak

To stir the tiniest feather!

Yet what can one poor voice avail

Against three tongues together?

Imperious Prima flashes forth

Her edict to begin it

IIn gentler tone Secunda hopes

There will be nonsense in it!

While Tertia interrupts the tale

Not more than once a minute.

Oh no, I'm late! I've gotta be going now.

Goodbye, Miss. I'm too late.

Anon, to sudden silence won,

In fancy they pursue

The dream-child moving through a land

of wonders wild and new,

Hey mister.. what is your name?

And ever, as the story drained

The wells of fancy dry,

And faintly strove that weary one

To put the subject by,

Can you please stop and

tell me who you are?

The rest next time It is next time!

The happy voices cry.

Mister, I asked you to stop!,

will you please stop?

Oh dear, I'll never fit in there.

What are you talking about?

Of course, you won't fit in there.

It's a rabbit hole.

Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:

Thus slowly, one by one,

Its quaint events were hammered out

And now the tale is done,

And home we steer, a merry crew,

Beneath the setting sun.

Alice! a childish story take,

And with a gentle hand

Lay it where Childhoods dreams are

twined In Memorys mystic band,

Like pilgrims withered wreath of flowers

Plucked in a far-off land.

Drink Me

Oh dear, how weird everything is today.

And yesterday everything

seemed to go just as usual.

I wonder if Ive been changed

person in the night? Let me think.

Did I feel the same when

I woke up this morning?

I think I can remember

feeling a little bit different.

But if I'm not the same, then the next

question is, Who in the world am I?

Im sure Im not Ada, for her

hair goes in such long ringlets,

mine doesnt

go in ringlets at all;

I cant be Mabel, for I

know all sorts of things,

And she knows so very little.

And besides, shes she, and Im I,

Ohh, very confusing, it all is.

I must have been changed for Mabel.

now I shall live in that poky little house,

and next to no friends and

have so mean lessons learned!

No. Ive made up my mind.

If I'm Mabel, then Ill stay down here!

Itll be of no use poking their

heads down here and saying,

Come up again, dear!

I'll just look up and say,

"Who am I then?"

"Tell me that and if I like being

that person, I'll come up."

"And If I don't, I'll stay down

here till I'm somebody else."

I do wish they would put

their heads down here though!.

I'm so very tired of being all alone.

Loneliness is a curious thing.

On the one hand, loneliness

can be a dreadful cross to bear.

Anything more than the last stand

of isolation and self dependence.

On the other hand, loneliness gives us

a chance to examine our thoughts.

What have you been thinking of, Alice?

I think I'll be going now.

Do you?

Nothing to fear Alice?.

You've met my brother, haven't you?

The man with the white shoes.

He's led you down awfully far.

There are those of us,

who are suppose to be here.

And those who are not!

I do believe is time

you go back, Alice.

Take my hand.

I don't want to.

We don't always get what we want!

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