And the ones that mother gives you, don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call
Recall Alice, when she was just small
When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom, and your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice, I think she'll know
When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the red queen's "Off with her head"
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head, feed your head
One of the greatest singers of all time: Grace Slick.
I wanted this one to be free; obviously, I was getting experimental with the colors. I didn't want to take this to a finished stage. I like the sketchiness.
Much to my dismay, she resembles Zooey Deschanel a great deal. I am not a fan of hers.
Take care.
Feed your head.
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