Every thought that you don't dare to think, comes to Alice's mind. She is the destiny to the un-thoughts. Here, is where she releases them. A bit of every wonder mind eventually ends up here. The nasty ones, the malicious, the sad, the brilliant ones. The ones that got away.
Alice is not pretty. You'll start to see beauty in her, but, don't fall in the trap: she isn't. Her mind has greatness, but not the good one.
Don't be a fool. This is no place to be. Get out of here as fast as you can. When you realize how fucked up I am, you'll realize how fucked up you are either. You've got no business in being here.
Alice is a piece of my mind, is someone who lives inside me, the subconscious of the pure part of my being. Sometimes, I don't know where she ends and I begin. Somehow, along the way, we got lost in each other. I'm more Alice than myself. I'm a prisoner of my own mind. Alice's mind, I mean. Aren't we all?
