abandon sheep!

And so the children of summer started to dance in the rain. 'twas 7 am. So humid in these parts of town, the youngest uttered. But their bikes raced through gutters, “We’ll never get sick again!” they shouted.
For the first time, I believed them. Constant exposure to the variables of illnesses would eventually change your immunity.
They turned to the next corner. The old man with 9 tin cans and carton boxes smiled, it was about 4 months ago that those kids only brought dust and sand, this time, they splashed water. His tin cans rust, “Everything else does”. Dust, rust, everything else does.

She was looking through the key hole. Little Alice. Her 6th attempt to open the undersized door was again, a failure. Then appeared the heart-shaped box. "Please let it be Balot", she whispers.
Would she ever have gone to wonderland when all she thought about was the boy next door, or her favorite strawberry-flavored lip balm? Or was wonderland a metaphor of escaping responsibility? The former or the latter, what else matters? ahhhhhh... The prodigal oysters!
The hookah smoking caterpillar once said, the other side makes you grow, the other makes you shrink. So, uhmmm... which side can bring me home? After 3 years, Alice went to rehab.
“I guess loosing Peter brought me to my senses. I lost all my pixie dust, I was never his happy thought.” –Tink drinking absinthe. Haha
Here’s a mouthful, free the Cheetah, Cage the Cheater.