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She took a step into the mess, it was inside of her. It was once a bundle of emotions waiting to detract from the constant ebb, but now, now that mess lived inside of her head. Papers, books, stuffed animals, music, pictures oh the pictures... She fell into Alices hole but did not meet the cheshire cat and there was no sign of men in top hats drinking tea. This was a very diffrent place, a place of imagination a place of heart ache and fear, yet there was comfort. There was a scent of grandmas house, but no one had cleared a path to lead her to the comfort. She walked in dismay, hoping to find diddle dee or diddle dumb, knowing grandma was gone and the tea had dried up. She sank further into her hole and landed in a room clear of space and time, there was nothing. Like what a boy once said he could think. When she was wrapped in his arms she didnt believe him but now she was in a spaceless place that lacked a clock or maybe just time. She feared this place. No structure! What was a girl like her to do? She jumped up and down she climbed the emptiness, but all she found was more emptiness, and then like her first time with a man it hit her. She fell to the ground screaming for joy. This utopia she had reached-- namless, timeless, spaceless. And like all good things, she rose to the highest beams of her imagination and dived down to reality. It had finished itself, it was no more. "Good bye Alice, Good bye to your hole"