I pulled up a toadstool next to little Alice and asked her how small she felt. She said she had pink dreams after rendezvous with the white pill. That's when everything else getts big. And that she slept bluely because of the green ones. That's when everything turns small.
And then she said.
And then she said.
I have the best dreams ever when I take them all.
Tuesday
1/30/2007 11:59:00 PM
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