Alice's Fuzzy Starship - Part 1

Rabbit admired his plucky perseverance ... the obscene energy and ambition which produced another dead silence. He took back the heart of her insulation before breaking it down. In his dream-delirium he'd heard the ominous gossip, and after a while with the help of a lantern and pail of water over his head, he saw how her figure was surely being abnormally more three-dimensional. Rabbit knew in truth, the reason was because my head was in agreement with the cosmos, the very first time Alice kissed me. And the longer Rabbit looked at us, the more the furrows between ridges of his long ears sunk. He knew I loved Alice too. He vowed to win her affections.

A winged framework of tubular glandular secretions (of lighter color than the outside world) seeped from his eyes. He had visions of when Judge Swinburne died in 1624, from which he gave him, for hereafter and forever, those black marauders in his dreams. For it is well known we can see the many sensible things within the apple-trees in May, like tricks of light obtained with an ordinary apparatus. Or something like that.

Rabbit seemed upset. He knew the little tube must still submit to his current. Why would she not bend to his will? These are the days of perfect love in the path of health and spirit ... are they not? Hitherto he knew he had ruined the lives of many porpoises and reveled in his heart clumsily here and there along the way. It could be seen that the general health of the planet, would throw off its disease for this girl, if only she would seek assurance that the storm had burst above the doorway. He turned to Alice, waving a marriage paper in front of his Twelve Mansions.

"Marry me! marry me!" Rabbit begged her.

"Hmmmm ... I don't know." Alice replied. "You are very short ... and hairy."

A hair, or a hare, perhaps, divides the false and true. And yes, it is true that he went and plucked one of mechanical forces lurking within the undifferentiated protoplasm of unicellular animals, seeking the secret units of vital activity. This is indeed very true. Rabbit liked playing around with genetics. But what is not true is that this variation in germ plasma, showed a variation which made it fall within the range of Greek religion. The Rabbit demanded all that accompany him in his daily progress (about the same way at last we agreed to sell them), believe as he did. His friends, myself included, thought he may be frigid, and thus that was why he drew attention to his own erotic mythology. As usual, Rabbit's ideas were biased by the community, and he reverted to 'the cult of the hole', seeking the narrow mind of the male germ cell as the basis for his motives. But, as is often the case with all speaking animals, he soon realized it was impossible to substitute the most important parts of the sunrise, with a golden carrot.

She took his hat.

"At what time do you think you might stop persist in distressing me?" Rabbit asked.

"Why ... what do you mean?" Alice demanded.

"Hold it right there!" I commanded the jet car stop. "Oh ... never mind carry on. Sorry."

Alice and Rabbit paused to reflect a moment watching the jet car hover near by.

Rabbit broke the silence and said, "Consider this ... I have a new Jet Car ... thanks to Professor Hatters ingenuity. Now we can go down every street seeking any animal and speak of wicked children's games, games in which the a Rabbit might be dressed in blood, and no matter what principle of love you might find, it will still be sacred and inviolable. Thus far we have made far less progress down these streets by day together, than by a variety of motives or by the ignorance attributed to dirty lampshades. I intend to make you mine Alice."

I never learned Rabbit title. They always seemed to change with the Red Queen's whims .... which were about as volatile as his. Though I was the first to offer mine, Professor Hatter Extrodinaire, master of Hats, Clockworks and Teas, be it what it may. Hence originated fatal alliances, in which Rabbit's dingy robes met the first four squads of enlisted men guarding the solar wind. It would be useless to describe the spectacle, though it chilled me to my quite remote spirit! That one respite, short as it was, was a mere flutter of static and dynamic forms. Most of them were generally contrived in solid blocks, while two of which were idly set within the world of the intellect. Much like Alice, Rabbit and myself.

She was the key-word to unlocking the secrets of the universe. The Key to those treated to her charms, and she knew it. And so we followed: She sang in the partially curved air, compressed in her right hand, so as to strike the two apples from his head.

Did it do any good? Not really.

"Pour out your soul and receive instruction Rabbit" She said. She was tall at this moment, and explained in a tall voice; "And even since the sun has set, you go to sleep in the afternoon about sundown .. after drinking much liquor. I think you smell too much."

He had hardly finished two sheets of that thought, when he was quick to observe her reactions, and drew he drew his conclusions; The moment of farewell had come. The creeping shadows saw it too, and it was well-nigh visible stretching all the way to the bride-chamber in his brain. We followed her into the mansion. When he got near her, he knew she could not walk out without a final word. He grabbed a thick bit of wood, where she pushed open the heavy door and blocked it ... all the while gazing at her forbidden fruit basket. She whispered into his hand while she pressed buttons on to the controls to the door.

"One hundred thousand miles from my gardens ... I think I understand. Sometimes I forget that." She complained.

Rabbit smiled and turned the key and turned off the radar. Reacting swiftly, he adjusted several levers, then picked up a ladder. His thoughts returned to the fundamental institution of matrimony for the proper nutrition of the city, that in view of the perils to be visible, the Alice was worth all it. 'Now she should like a talk', he thought.

"It's all about you", she said, and I would think her sister Bubbles would have agreed with Alice about him. "Amazing weaknesses, as you say," She resumed. "And, as for one could say ... just what the law would expect."

She held a hint of a sculptor, a treasure alone extolled by a sexual impulse -- but probably not the guardian and founder of her own nebulous luminosity.

From nebulous rings we proceeded, stage after stage, each producing qualities in harmony with her man. In other words, it showed the arrangement of the greatest care must be born to those people from Ceres, or the names of their androids.
Unfortunately, however, many people have an abundance of green vegetables to safeguard against fornication. Lust could at once occur only in the his own opinions.

A fragment or two of a slain man was visible in the garden, but this was currently thought to have been made in jest. That we are now, casting a dreadful eye upon this world, it will likely be found in vigorous flames soon, as well as the notion that this young woman may either be insane - or enlightened. A very important cause indeed, or so this was understood by the White Rabbit.

"Unimportant, of course," he said. "You ARE a simpleton."

"Alice did not venture to go out of here!"said the Horse poking his head in the window.

"Nonsense she must have. It's obvious she threw the book at him!"  Glared the rabbit. "Isn't that obvious?"

Outside the body began to sprout flowers.

"Listen to me Alice, it means you've done it! Congratulations!" Rabbit grinned in obvious delight. "You've broken the book barrier ... now we can become ANYTHING!"

"I didn't expect you until this evening, but I got away earlier than I figured, replied Alice. She was trying to disengage his restraining arms, while she spoke coldly to the outside of window. "Is there no relief for helpless girls that are bound to wear glasses that do not want them?" She asked.

"IGNORANCE, COARSENESS, AND SELFISHNESS. -- On the contrary, only at noon, or when we substitutes changelings for them ... like Omaha Indians." Rabbit sneered. "Yes ... this may hold a few families awhile as they wander together, often because they have never seen a baby dipped in the moonlight ... but then again ... all those folk have disappeared. Why else do the wolves, bears, and beavers, kill themselves at the gate along with any young animal or bird my child? Simply ...in order to signify how really small you are, little one."

And with that, Alice shrunk a little.

"Some languages, again, have diminutive forms for their mothers or sisters or daughters, in order to show what manner of friends we may read in them, to  interpret the mythology correctly. Yet ... who are we to judge the sacred ritual? One single aspirational thought, clearly defined, outweighs all the fine old residences of the streets - in this approximate world of thought." The Rabbit wiggled his ears.

Alice blinked.

I sipped my tea.

"Or ... could it be possible when we begin our strike to destroy all that is necessary, in order to transfer it in a sudden unaccountable rush of gas from a tiny tot pretending to be a philosopher?" The Rabbit challenged her. He released and she glared at him.

"Not true .... not true unless a soul is so calloused and primitive a specimen as you." She said.

Even I grew aware of an apparent drag on both his ankles at her remarks. In another moment I knew the gods she worshiped ... and now, that creeping shadow approached in my mind; perhaps, I truly am fictional. She has not failed me yet though, though I think that I was tempted to leave this scene with astonishment. What power this girl's habit has to that expense of his eye .... to receive his bolts for reinforcing her own ends. Suddenly he was trying to kiss her like an outcast criminal of the upper classes. She slapped him and he sulked in the corner.

Far-reaching indeed was the mother of this world's love. There we stood the three of us, in our little circular social club, the product of an irritation for the neighborhood. For what followed on this experience, proved to shake my sorrow's power; and for all our sublimity, the interior of our continents where no more than wind blown currents of mercantile interests. We were commercialized products of a deranged imagination. We argued with each other again about it until all hope was hopelessly lost, and decided to get on with our bizarre lives. We put what we could down, and called Alice nursing her bruised knees. Rabbit had indeed been rough on her. Enough was enough. We decided then and there we would travel all around the world and perhaps even beyond it, because too many could seldom plot their orbital velocities due to excitement or suspense. We all felt as if we has out lived our time here, and were nothing more that knobs on a tight cupboard door. And so it came to pass I summoned the jet car into the mansion, we hopped in, and we left this old space and picked our way up toward the window portal from this universe into another!

Never mind the window, the game was over.

"Please, would it be too difficult, if our lives of isolation would in some way engender Rabbit's jet boat to get us out of this airless shell?" Alice asked.

"I suppose." I said sipping my tea.

"A vacuum is no different than an open field, where the full, rich nature of life is incapable of advising me, on account of my growing up now." Alice said." I needed this adventure ... but sailing in nothingness is not very adventuresome".

Yet Rabbit drove the jet car on, never speaking. Alice slept on my shoulder. We even got into bed that night. Rabbit didn't seem to care. On Monday morning, Alice smiled sweetly, and said: "I have not been the source of a quarrel ... have I?"

Rabbit said nothing. Nor did he mention her filthy masturbations nor did he reveal any signs that might betray her being his wife be. In all the lands ... she was still the Sun Goddess Alice, as he was the Rabbit, in all his essential contours, and I was still and forever will be The Hatter .... mad or otherwise. We traveled far into the vast, dark, windowless elder ruins, though cosmic trap-doors of mist that rolled in wide grin of the Cheshire Cat.

A new world. Above us, A cloud, seen above a door advised us to compare our positions. Yes ... we were in a new world. Once acquired, we combined rod A with socket, B defining the framed the ends of a doorway back home, should we choose to make out exit without the jet car. Out of the gloom stepped a young fellow who sat his horse, apparently trotting out of his den, with the blood of his mouth watering. He looked like a doll, in prince clothing.

Upon seeing us, he became little excited and took great interest in our arrival, jumping on and off the dogs that followed him, whose frantic uneasiness was near that of a child who likes their opposites elements sustained by hypnotic influences or by somebody other than themselves sitting in sad attendance. Apparently Rabbit had a plan.

"A wedding! A wedding. We need a wedding!" He shouted at the small doll like horsemen.

The service was all a dream from which Rabbit meant to marry Alice. Fate had been merciful, delivering the distinguished-looking young man, along with our wedding party, into the doomed city of madness. There we were presented to the king and queen of this land. There was an obvious effort to identify the ship, but none ever saw a jet car before. Later, the Queen looked at Alice and I talking, and made a horrible laugh, apparently looking down at Alice's thoughtlessness in trying to befriend the Rabbit. To the vanished mind of Rabbit, it was almost too extravagant to be keep his cold brain within his control, and he threw a pepper bomb at her.
   
"I can only be extinguished with milk" he said, "and, as I have had dealings with the preparations I will leave you now" or so he said at first opportunity. The queen was not amused.

Alice rose quickly, and faced her friend: "That is so unkind!", she cried, when she heard that the causes of our liberties were to be revoked. And so along with the prince disappearing, so did Rabbit's hopes of getting married in the castle. I had an idea...

"RUN!!" I shouted.

We ran, abandoning the domed city of madness along with the jet car. We scrambled along the shore of the peninsula, and went down to a new type ship that had been built around a room of nothingness ... from the very stuff that was indeed this tiny universe. Rabbit's heavy shoulders were swinging from the muddy trek, and he accidentally put his mouth gently around Alice's hand. Why ... I cannot say, other than to quench some internal fire.

Perhaps it may have been initiated piously in regard to the strangers here ... or to conjure a certain boxed object which had never been. The hideous proof soon came because I knew from his brief glance that when we galloped away directly, ... we had NO TEA. Rabbit had drunk it all. I was upset now.

We examined the new ship. Before us, a doll informed us that the figures of the camp near the quarry, were men. Men whose flickering fires cast weird reflections on the onyx castle during the sneaky periods of our endeavor. Rabbit felt certain, and he was patently awed and disconcerted by this guest's drawn, haggard aspect, that our party had seen justice done and democracy in action today. Down on the ground, we conducted ourselves with uncertainty shooting around a peninsula. A peninsula which lies directly in the flowers of Alice's garden, or so said the doll-prince as he held firm to his horse before abandoning us.

Rabbit pondered sitting on his cloak, lest his prey should be hers. And Alice between us seemed to flicker a moment. Will she take him long and deep, only to find herself stripped of all kindness, I wondered. However, Alice was determined not to go home again.

"Any ideas how to operate this fuzzy logical ship Rabbit?" Alice asked.

"Nothing that will occur to me hurriedly, go, call the Professor."

Alice called to me... even though I was sitting right next to them.

"I don't want any souls!", Rabbit shouted. He'd been looking for flowers and the choice pieces of breast between the meat bushes, using his mental force to detect meat suitable for making croquettes or hash.

At that moment I merely looked at Alice, and grabbed a sketchpad. I could draw only the child's suffering face, a less than a beautiful face, rendering it ghastly, and leaving the shape of her clothes up in the air. Leaving room for this for later was a mistake, and she soon found out I was being perverted. But before she could giggle, a new idea came to Alice. She moved towards me and grabbed one of my calves with one of her hands. Her cheeks had the advantage over me ... the advantage of the death of a drake who once came into the presence of a goddess.

"Be sensible or at least be original" Alice said.

By that time I had gotten up my papers and diaries and photographs .... just in case we might be placed in the water before we were ready.

"Doctor, as to how we are enabled to judge this, by drawing other parallels to the solid nucleus, may I affect this question upon you." Asked Rabbit. "If we take this ship and follow the ascending node in Eris, until the deflection into this world is passed, do you think we might finally arrive in a dimension as low as 1:1/75th?"

I thought about the problem a moment calculating how bats might eat his eyes.

"Well Professor Hatter?" Alice asked coyly.

"Yes ... it may be possible... but it may be dangerous." I replied.

"GOOD!!" Rabbit said.

Rabbit, myself and others from the village along with several children (male and female) and youths, could clearly see of themselves making a move on her womanliness. Many more hoped that the training of chivalry and courtesy they had learned towards all women -- did not apply to Alice's hearty spirit, which was sacredly her own to control.

I paused, to collect his ideas in my hat. Some of them recollected from the newspaper, that she was herself by fishing for a lover day and night.

Suddenly, a telegram-bat came fluttering by announcing the arrival of the direst importance.

"I can see by your grief, that you know why I love you, and why this whole thing that has happened since I wrote that." I said to Alice.

She read the telegram while I finished calculating my answer to Rabbit. Alice kissed me after reading my love letter I sent to her ... three universes ago.

"Well? Can you make this ship work or not?" Rabbit prodded. "And stop kissing my wife to be."

"I will, If you would will stop calling out for every ten words to me."

Rabbit glared.

Alice giggled.

"Yes, Rabbit I can fly this to the Earth or beyond, as far as we are concerned. However this ship has no form, sound, nor light, nor material, therefore I cannot see how we might enter it." I explained. "It's as fuzzy as a dream."

Rabbit was ever on a constant roll of thunder, noon 2 P.M., 4 P.M. and finally clearing 8 P.M. we eventually found a way into the ghost ship. Or rather Alice did when she simply said "SHIP OPEN UP!" - and thus we made out escape from this world.

We had been not so much about into the hourly anniversary of our new voyage, that the dizzy profile of age-old horrors began to gnaw at Alice's weakness, joined to Rabbit pride over a matter of hundreds of years. Meanwhile, I pondered her mouth between calculating the linkages to other worlds I had known before. She was said to have a chest of spice, or So Rabbit bragged. He had seen them before. But to my mind, those victories made him nothing but an amateur. Alice's blue eyes were like forget-me-nots, peeping in and out, here and there. Yes ... someday I shall have her I thought, and when I do, and I shall see her pop down in very decided high pitched tone.

The ship slipped onwards deep on into the nothingness of chaos. We were bored.

"Tell her something about boys who delight to initiate younger boys into a random searches for Asteroids" Rabbit said. He checked the instruments, taking measurements of the times.

"Not now. I need Tea." I said

"We can't do much with just three shots." Alice said.

"What does that mean?" Rabbit asked, pointing with his ear to a red flashing light.

"We'd better move out of here and get to a place where there are shops." Alice said.

"Yes ... it means we need to take this as an opportunity to make an examination ... of the nearest world that has tea." I said. "I need tea to think"

"Bah .... we have three shots." Rabbit scowled. I want to travel to another star. That planet looks too purple to me.

"You might be Venusian Rabbit by birth, and therefore content to have the stars fly around your head, but if you don't stop and get us some tea, I will strike you silly." Alice said.

"Very well." Rabbit grumbled. "At least this ship is better than a jet car. Alice, plot our course in a straight line and bring us down to ten thousand feet of those buildings."

Alice flipped the controls while Rabbit studied the world below us. "It's tinted, and those clouds shut out all the details of the canyons below." Rabbit needed no telescopes as his eyes were very good.

We landed. Everything was purple twilight here. Suddenly, something came up behind us deep in the streets of Equinox, dark under the twilight skies. We could not see them clearly. They hunted game. Wild cake or cookies apparently. They raised a cup of butter and two cups of flour and beheld a piece of perfection for their latest quarry. We looked at each other, having never seen a wild cake hunt before. The frosted beast was huge, dripping frosting and juice.

"If there's cake, then there must be tea," I said. Rabbit nodded.

"Or at the very least coffee!" Alice called down from the roof of a nearby building; "And unless it's ground and filtered, we can not be absolutely essential as to the price of it in China."

This time I do not stir hand or foot. Things seemed getting desperate, when suddenly a creature arrived, which would soon be here below joined by Alice in some alarm.

"You may observe that it appears to be a Bread-and-Butterfly. Its wings are thin slices of Bread-and-butter, it's body is a matter of simple physical properties, while the cells are used in the execution of the death penalty, on account of recent shamanism in Siberia and European Russia." I explained.

"I knew that" Said the Rabbit.

Alice studied the toxic insect.

The Bread-and-Butter fly spat at Alice and nearly hit her eye.

"Get back!" I shouted. "It's a wonder the Solar Alliance doesn't eradicate these pests!"

"You can say that again," said Alice emphatically. "Well, that's all I needed!"

All the while she was taking accurate notes of creature. I was losing half my patience over the more ridiculous lack of tea, and so I withdrew one teaspoonful of chloride of lime and flicked it at the fluttering pest.

Alice kissed me. Rabbit scowled. Time stood still while we were the only other occupants of the relations to time. We were all there was ... myself and Alice. Rabbit knew the characteristics of our love. Contrary to his wishes, we were spontaneous and would be composed of contributions from such sources of pleasurable characters, that any perceptible diminution of temperature might cause in the purple clouds. These individual clouds may be considered much greater power than the same influence present for both sexes, because we were human ... and he was ... a Rabbit. How could he possibly understand? Whether our love developed by direct or indirect result of the Dominicans and Franciscans in Bern, in 1507 A.D. or .... though some strange euphoric action of the atmosphere .... it mattered not. He was told this daughter  of the universe had become a goddess among living beings. And in the evenings of our dilated pupils, it was inevitable he would crave her affections.

And at this time, though it was not necessarily, but very often is, we fell into the defilement of evil actions which one may well easily conceive. We were like so many straws to be gathered under the Sun, drawing lots to determine the thrones and mansions of our life currents on the earth. Rabbit was jealous of Alice's attentions she vested upon me, and so he drew forth a vase of neglected flowers to poison the air made from the twenty-four bodies of dead gods. It smelled terrible.

Distracted with the stench we held our passions and continued our quest for tea on this twilight purple world. We came upon a place, with crumbling-looking gables, broken small-paned windows, and archaic flags. All in all it was a drag, but this is the pain that the modifications told by progress, must make upon good taste and substance in Nature, time and time again.

Rabbit smacked at another set of Bread-and-Butterfly wings, in his very delicate and occult way of doing things. He looked at Alice. She began to fail him; he knew he was civilized enough to possess her. Why wouldn't she behave as all the others had?

"I take it that the medicine-man has the power of turning off the edges of the everything" Rabbit said to me. "I do not know what magic you are wielding ... but I do not like it."

"What?" I replied

"She has left me!", he sniveled, and then suddenly began choking himself.

"Pah" Alice said. "I never was WITH you. Besides, why think about it."

Rabbit finally relaxed his grip around his throat. Fire danced in the Rabbits eyes.

She stopped, unwilling to dwell too long on an already irritating day.

"I need tea." She said.

- to be continued -