Ah, Easter...and Old Woman Death and the Mirror-Rabbits of Purgatory take time out to visit you and fill your brain's Dream-Vessel with the next year's quota of gnawing Night-rats.
Skip-trippity-troo my darlin's
Dance, like no-one cares
Rats laid their eggs in our brainpans
We better start sayin' our prayers
Amen.
So sayeth the Book of the Red Queen.
Nullus est instar domus
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Yours under the gods and over it,
The High Gibbonate
Somewhere over the rainbow