So they’ve got us surrounded, good! Now we can fire in any direction, those bastards won’t get away this time!
So they’ve got us surrounded, good! Now we can fire in any direction, those bastards won’t get away this time!
So they've got us surrounded, good! Now we can fire in any direction, those bastards won't get away this time!
It's Dark in Here I am writing these poems From inside a lion, And it's rather dark in here. So…
The last level of metaphor in the Alice books is this: that life, viewed rationally and without illusion, appears to…