Wonderland Daydreaming

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"

A raven eats worms; and a desk is worm-eaten!

Cannibalism, symbology, and logic;

Streams of thought and calculation, the need to know and the desire to learn.

My mind is crowded...

It is so crowded in here and I don't like it.

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?

Madness takes its toll -- please have exact change!

My screensaver is awesome, and my password takes me down the Rabbit's hole...

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"

I haven't the slightest idea...

Lost my muchness have I?

Who are you?

How can you know who you are if you don't know?

My name is not who I am.

I exist!

I think therefore I am.

But does that make me just a thought?

Is all that I see and seem

and all that I want for naught?

This is a much more fun typing exercise than Microtype;

I've only looked at the keyboard a little!

I hear therefore you speak!

But why do your rants echo

like the sound of my own voice?