The Insane Diaries of Spooky Alice

March 11, 1864:::: Tumbling down the rabbit hole...falling... onto what? Emptiness. Decay. For what? You? Why? Will my dress ever parachute me down? Screw it. I took out my ripper and cut my dress to shreds. Isn't it obvious I have a temper? Somehow, I landed on my feet. I looked around to a table and took the piece of candy off of it. It looked dusty and small, and barely legible were the words "eat me." Well, can you guess what I did? It didn't solve any appetite problems, but it did taste good. All of a sudden the bleak and dark surroundings grew. I was small....how??? I hate this hole, why did you throw me in here? Fuck you, I want out. Well, I saw a man near me screwing some lady that wasn't moving, so I went up to him and asked, "Where am I?" and he said, "The closest you get to hell..." I asked him who he was and he merely replied the gatekeeper, until I walked away. To which he shouted, "Carl von Cosel." I turned to him and remarked, "your lady-friend appears distraught and tired." He only answered, "she's dead." What's there to say to that? I could only think of one thing to say: "And you're fucking her???" He said, "That's the way I like my love." I had no ideas on what to say to that, so I only left a mark somewhere (I'm such a sweet little girl O:-) ) and walked away. I walked to this door that said, "Pool of Tears." You know, strangely enough, I liked that old man, and I figured, I should take his name, after all, it wouldn't be like he'd be using it anytime soon... ::P.S. He's right...fucking the dead is a lot more fun... ::::From the insane diaries of Spooky Alice

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