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(After first verse of Down the Hole)
Darling, I’ve forgotten - is it day or night?
Oh my God my pearls! Where are my pearls?
They insisted.
Absolutely. With just a spit of jam -
And a spot of spam.
Whaaaaat?
Whaaaaat?
Let me be not mad! My essay on King Lear - it’s due at noon!
I’ll write you a note, darling. You have a good excuse.
Tin tomatoes with your bacon, and more of you than rations - not a word about it. (Can drops)
AHHHH!…Just trying to get the party started.
Well, we all know who gets Tabby’s vote for “Orphan of the Year”.
Has to save somebody. Since she can’t save her sister.
Then, she can’t take it from you, can she? No one can.
Clinging to some kiddy book?
Well you are some new you to me -
No matter really who you are to you.
But…who are you?
Come, look.
You?
Or the new you?
You you you must put put down that book. In your head, that is.
Yes, do.
Set it down for a minute. All that Alice-ness-
All that By the Book-ness.
But it’s not like that in the pictures. Not as I remember.
A girl can’t change the pictures?
Just one?
Stops time, it does.
It does?
To whom time may concern, it does.
I have a friend you know, my dearest friend, spends so much time, pursuing time.
Always thinking forward and remembering backward?
One puff -
And all one golden afternoon.
And fan?
As if you meant no more to him than random Mary Ann.
Together w/Caterpillar
Oh Mary Ann, back a bit where we began.
White Rabbit! No! Alfred! Ohhh! How I wish I could shut myself up like a telescope!
Too late, pig.
The Duccess. I’m sorry. I’d forgotten this chapter entirely.
Well, welcome to my world. Set a bookmark on my heart, but don’t mind me.
It’s just that, you make no sense.
And the moral is: Stop Making Sense! It’s Wonderland, my pet. Now, now. This Little Piggie just could not stay home. All grown up now, are you?
Not all, my Duchess.
Not what I hear.
From whom?
From youm. Wallowing through the afternoon, trailing bunny tails and doing shrooms?
But-
Were.
They-
I can see it in your eyes, Pig. I can smell it in your hair.
But the Caterpillars said -
Blaming insects, dear?
Ouch!
Rule 42, you know it dear - you so “oh I know it all by heart!” and I quote “you have no right to grow here.”
But I can’t help it. I’m growing!
Can!
Really, I’m too old for this.
Exactly!
Then, shall I never get any older than I am?
Wretched pig, you broke my heart, you selfish tart, and now my day’s just fart fart fart! And so I’m left, with no one left. You stole my soul and made me old, you pig! You stripped the sheets and stole my sleep, and left my youth a dream! I’lll see you at the trial. You PIGG! PIGGGGG!
I’m not your pig! Alice said.
PIGGGGG! Tis so. Tis so. And thus - tis is! I shall make you a present of everything I’ve said. In the meantime, Bacon Bitty, we’ve been invited by the Queen to play croquet. So when that bunny breezes by and you’re seizing onto that butt cheek and that tail he trails behind, just -
During Manage Your Flamingo: But would she really?
If you tell a lie long enough..and loud enough..
Pray to God? After what’s he put me through?
God is dead. Meanwhile, I’m not feeling so well myself.
During Trial: And breaking Rule 42 -
You have no right to grow here!
The riddle? she could barely even read it.
Tit tot. You tart.
You tit without a heart!
She was my pig - I loved my pig! And then she made me old and big!
Indeed, she did.
Well, I’m hardly the only thing she’s turned into an again Queen.
..I mean, really. Every syllable she wastes-
You age.
(After Afternoon as Dodgy)
Nurse cross, she took him off.
Listen to her - still reading to him.
Somehow, I doubt he’ll be chiming it.
Shhh! Go on.
Do.