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Alice

by jacqui-slade

Alice was a hippy girl whimsical and free spirited in dalliance with imagination. Living in a trippy world and a psychedelic dream. Where life was fluffy and free from the restraints of responsibility. Her thoughts drifting always questioning. Far out man. Always in her daydream bubble partying for peace and love, keeping her soul out of trouble. In nonsense rhyme and hallucinogenic vibe, creating her own escape. And all the while her rabbit with an anxiety problem, would tell her he was going to be late. She nibbled on cakes that she laced, with her boyfriend and together they embraced their Wonderland. Grinning like Cheshire cats hand in hand spiralling, out of control down rabbit holes. Far out man. Always in her daydream bubble partying for peace and love, keeping her soul out of trouble in nonsense rhyme and hallucinogenic vibe creating her own escape And all the while her rabbit with an anxiety problem would tell her he was going to be late. Spending their days in wonder in unknown potions drunk they would ponder the meaning of life, in playing cards talking with opium smoking caterpillars and mocking turtles on a beach. Reality so far out of reach. Far out man. Always in her daydream bubble partying for peace and love, keeping her soul out of trouble in nonsense rhyme and hallucinogenic vibe creating her own escape And all the while her rabbit with an anxiety problem would tell her he was going to be late. Alice was a hippy girl whimsical and free spirited. Wishing for a different world, escaping in kaleidoscopes. Mind blowing and free. The truth smashed down her house of cards in responsibility, and she had a date with reality in actuality reality eventually Growing up man. Always in her daydream bubble partying for peace and love, keeping her soul out of trouble in nonsense rhyme and hallucinogenic vibe creating her own escape And all the while her rabbit with an anxiety problem would tell her he was going to be late. He was going to be late. He was going to be late. ©Jacqui Slade
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