In all honesty, I have no idea as to what I'm about to write.
Dear little Alice
You've brought quite a bit of malice to our little Wonderland.
You've twisted and deformed it to suit you're Insanity.
Dolled us all up in black and red. With the occasional splash of purple and blue.
Made our little dance with Madness all that more intimate.
Crazed our queen to dethrone herself.
Made the Dormouse wake up and notice the world around him.
The White Rabbit formed the nerve to throw away his sparkly gold pocket watch.
The March Hare only comes to Tea Party Garden every other day.
The Caterpillar has noticed the error of his ways and stopped smoking.
The Twins stopped fighting about their rattle.
Mary Anne quit working for the White Rabbit.
Drink Me and Eat Me products are trademarked.
The Cat still smiles.
And me? Well, that's another thing entirely.
I still make hats, but no one buys them.
I sit here all day and try to grasp what little scraps of out insane reality remain, but to no avail.
I almost want to give up and fall into your sanity.
But it's not right. Not normal. Too easily controlled.
Too dull.
So until I breath my last, your malice will NOT take control.
Not-So-Sincerely,
The Mad Hatter