Main T.o.C. Change Resist Ground Art

Alice Jennings "Who are YOU?" said the Caterpillar       —After Lewis Carroll Scattered one by one by one in one inch squats of dirt confined — a pomegranate crunch—a lettuce seed so small it must be whisked with a knife down a cylinder & popped mid spot. With moisture & mead, the seed will burst at its seam w/ a speckle of green. It expands from the liquids it drinks like Alice, She grew ten feet tall to reach the key to the somewhere in between. Behemoths though can’t push themselves thru tiny holes so she ate the cake to lose her muchness and discovered the cat that disappeared. After two fairfarrens— very long ones indeed—the godly Queen prepped a potion for Alice to be neither too small nor too tall. Now she, like the Dorothy in us all, had the means to flee Witzend with a pinch to her cheek; that is, after she did what in the Oraculum was foretold and slayed the jabberwocky with the Vorpahl sword. O poor Mad Hatter! He thought she’d stay longer—at least for tea! He was crazy about Alice. How a seed bursts into what it needs to be is due to the sun, the moon, the farmer’s fate and whether or not it is the right Alice (about which there’s been some debate.) Yet, in the end, the lettuce is eaten & the question remains— Why is a raven like a writing desk? Mad Hatter image with apologies to John Tenniel

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