Am I Late, or...?

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"Why, Mary Ann, what ARE you doing out here? 

Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of gloves and a fan! 

Quick, now!”

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So..

Your dear and faithful narrator can only imagine that you have questions as to how it's taken so long for me to paint yet another wondrous picture of Wonderland for all your googly eyes to see.

The answer could be very long, but pictures say more than what I care to let you know...
So why not.

To clarify: I have not been at the pop...
That spider is huge.

So how did your articulate handso....

Wait...

"WAIT!" I hear you scream at the top of your lungs as if being chased by a random madman with a butchering knife. 

Yes, you did see it right. 

I HAVE become more handsome.

Now do not panic, though...

The colour isn't permanent and hopefully will be different as well soon, but enough of this gorgeous specimen of.. Well, to tell the truth, I have absolutely no idea what species I represent, so let's just say Hat-kin. Much friendlier to my good self. 

So, to sum up:
-Handsome Hat-kin.

-Caught in web.

-Soon to be eaten.

But before such an ill fate fell upon my good mad self, my purpose was simply to pay a visit to one simple creature that dwells within our lovable, yet confusing, world.

You all know him.

He is a neurotic mess most of the time.

He is just fast enough to outrun little girls that tend to chase him for his priceless pocket time telling thingy.

His fur is white as the whitest of cok-duh uh SNOW...

He is The Rabbit, whom we all tend to follow down this hole of madness every so often.

He has a house, wouldn't you believe it. But it might be a bit different from how you may remember it.
And why not?
It was violently invaded by said little girl, whose only fault in life was being too damn curious for her own (and others') good.

So the rebuild has somewhat changed it, and its weathered past is to be seen and felt, even in the air... Bring your nose-clips.

Not very pretty, is it?
But as some wisecrack in the other worlds history once said:

"Do not judge a salad by its dressing."

You may have gotten that a bit wrong, Hatty.

Words, you're NOT my mother, so go hat yourself. 

I'm telling.

Telling who? The Queen's been exiled.
Good luck finding her. 

AnyWHO!

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"Oh my ears and whiskers! I'm late, I'm late I'm late!"

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Yes, the house looks like a failed project planned by Oscar Wilde and Edgar Allan Poe, and SOMEHOW Jules Verne came in and started placing random bits of random everywhere.

Trust me, the end result would be something like this.

But then again it has a certain charm, a sort of run down rustic attitude towards life... 

Unlike my own house, which is mostly a redecorated windmill, but we'll get to that in another post.

As we get closer, we arrive at the front, where there is a seat for one or two, a swingset for one or two, a danceball for two and a carrot garden, holding quantities which would only be  suitable if there were two living in the house.
Which makes me wonder:
Who is she?

"Carrots are good, M'kay?"

Upon entry, you're met by a strange clock which SHOCKINGLY shows the correct time, although you'd think time would stand still pretty much everywhere in this wretched place!

But NOOOO! Just MY house, apparently.

Like we're never able to make jokes around here.

Note to self: Ixnay on the okesjay.

Turning immediately after the BLASTED CLOCK, and after avoiding the SMALLER spiderwebs, you step into a room with a candlelit table, with a deck of tarot cards and two tables.

Whether the Rabbit decided to turn to Wicca or the dark arts is a complete mystery to me, but never the less: Fortunes are to be told here, should you be so lucky.

... the Tarot cards appear when the other seat is taken.
Just to clarify before you complain.

Following is a doorway that leads straight back outside.

If you walk further than that, well...

I hope you brought your bathing suit.

And a decent doctor, because the water is lethally cold.

But if you gaze the  other way from where you entered said room, you'll noticed some rather crooked, windy, steep and dangerous looking stairs.

If you so HAPPEN to be of the fortunate and adventurous kind, you'll scale those stairs and end up in the Rabbits front room.

Which is only but slightly pretentious and egotistic, if you ask me.

Here's why.

I mean, who in this day and age puts up an image of JUST yourself over a mantle?

But otherwise i have to give it to him: 

His sense of decoration is on point and creates the atmosphere.

Plus: You have to admire a man (Rabbit? Rabman? Deus Ex Rabbit?) that can pull off using a severed hand to hang his clock from.

Point is: He is creepy as hell at times, but it's justified by the very fact that you rarely see him. Which then allows for free entry of his house and accommodations. 

Including his bed.

Which, if he HAS a woman (Woman Rabbit? Wombit? Fembit?), It would explain the state of his bed.

If not... I do not wish to even fathom the thought.

After that, there is just a winding stair up, up and further up into a tower that pretty much holds nothing of interest, so I journeyed back out, as you do when you've overstayed your welcome. 

And it was not shortly after that I decided i was going to visit the flower patch and take a stroll while writing about it in this blog entry, but sadly

Yes, didn't get far, so that will have to be for another time.

Now, if you'll excuse me: I'll have to figure out a way to escape these entanglements before the spider feels I have overstayed my welcome here and decides to eat me from the inside out...

Which I hear is not very pleasant, in the very process of it.

So I will just leave THIS here for you to click and find out more about this place, and perhaps, if I havent gotten out yet, you'll make it just in time to either help me out or view as I am turned into a mummified version of a stickperson.

Thank you for reading! And wish me luck!

Tattybye... hopefully not forever!