Alice, sugar cane, and God

I dreamed of broken icicles and wonderd
why wonderland only belonged to one little blonde girl in an ugly dress
and why sugar cane didn't grow in my back yard!
I Breathed. Tried to encircal myslef in the morbid irridesence of a light I already knew did not exist!
Just to feel the same!
The same as all those clear eyed people who traded red lace for white cotton and painted black prizinsa over the lipstick smear on thier soul as they trapsed there way through sunday.
But it didnt work and i danced and sweated my way through the lower east end of SINS that never existed until a Penis with over ambitious disilusions of a pretty story, explained I should be ashamed! CONFUSED BUT UN-ASHANED I dreampt of shattered shards of glass and wondered why I cried each time Alice made it home.
hmm suugar cane doesnt grow in england either...