i love my love with an.....

....alice through the looking glass is one of my favorites.


`I love my love with an H,' Alice couldn't help beginning,' because he is Happy. I hate him with an H, because he is Hideous. I fed him with -- with -- with Ham-sandwiches and Hay. His name is Haigha, and he lives -- '
`He lives on the Hill,' the King remarked simply, without the least idea that he was joining in the game, while Alice was still hesitating for the name of a town beginning with H. `The other Messenger's called Hatta. I must have TWO, you know -- to come and go. Once to come, and one to go.'
`I beg your pardon?' said Alice.
`It isn't respectable to beg,' said the King.
`I only meant that I didn't understand,' said Alice. `Why one to come and one to go?'
`Don't I tell you?' the King repeated impatiently. `I must have Two -- to fetch and carry. One to fetch, and one to carry.'
At this moment the Messenger arrived: he was far too much out of breath to say a word, and could only wave his hands about, and make the most fearful faces at the poor King.
`This young lady loves you with an H,' the King said, introducing Alice in the hope of turning off the Messenger's attention from himself -- but it was no use -- the Anglo-Saxon attitudes only got more extraordinary every moment, while the great eyes rolled wildly from side to side.
`You alarm me!' said the King. `I feel faint -- Give me a ham sandwich!'
On which the Messenger, to Alice's great amusement, opened a bag that hung round his neck, and handed a sandwich to the King, who devoured it greedily.
`Another sandwich!' said the King.
`There's nothing but hay left now,' the Messenger said, peeping into the bag.
`Hay, then,' the King murmured in a faint whisper.
Alice was glad to see that it revived him a good deal. `There's nothing like eating hay when you're faint,' he remarked to her, as he munched away.
`I should think throwing cold water over you would be better,' Alice suggested: `or some sal-volatile.'
`I didn't say there was nothing BETTER,' the King replied. `I said there was nothing LIKE it.'

so it begins....

blood moon-cate told me about this. i've never been much of a blogger outside of xanga, but she inspires me to do great things. if blogging is a great thing. which is isn't. because i have quite a lot to do. but i am easily distracted. it's a problem.

poetry.
"When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone.But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me."
-Pablo Neruda

he was from chile. eh, well--