endless desire i may be jumping the gun but i like him.
good poet

i see potential.
((like in an unlinked word))
but now he is linked!
pipedream *applause*

anyone who appreciates the alice books has to be cool ;)
pipedream " beware the jabberwock, my son, the jaws that bite and the claws that catch!"

can i be a bandersnatch then?
Jabberwock YAY! I'm linked! Thanks for linking me, endless desire! :) WHEEEE! It has made me very happy
And thanks pipedream, you're right the alice books are cool along with people that like them, like you, hehe pipedream the bandersnatch
endless desire oh_my_god
i am an idiot.
i really couldn't figure out why you called yourself "jabberwock"
wow. guess what everybody!?
i got it now!
go me. go e.d.
haha that was lame.
i am lame and i think it's hilarious.
ferret BEOWULF WAS IT? 030624
Jabberwock better late than never, heheh lemon lame...Lameness is always a good thing 030624
dreamsicle Alice was a blue haired girl
She wore a yellow dress
White smock and black skin
She was a slave's daughter
Fatality leaned into absurdity
Mome raths outgrabe constantly
If you look out into the garden
You'll see the white rabbit
He's running from the Devil
Inhumanity was our biggest sin
Dreamers looking for a way out
Reality making dreams nightmares
Falling out of daisy chains
Oh Alice won't you wake up?
jane beouwulf had grendel 030625
j i meant beowulf 030625
someone had to post it `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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