Somehow I find myself at Loomies. Muscle memory can be a terrible thing. Heading to Box after my cuptea.
I'm tempted, but the mushrooms have just kicked in so better not. One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small And the ones that mother gives you Don't do anything at all Go ask Alice When she's ten feet tall And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar Has given you the call Call Alice When she was just small When the men on the chessboard Get up and tell you where to go And you've just had some kind of mushroom And your mind is moving low Go ask Alice I think she'll know When logic and proportion Have fallen sloppy dead And the White Knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen's off with her head Remember what the dormouse said Feed your head Feed your head
Hi John! Just a thought - you haven't been using that 749 exhaust as a pipe for smoking your "special medicine", have you?