In my world, everyone's a pony and they all eat rainbows and poop butterflies!
Being crazy isn't enough.
Fill your house with stacks of books, in all the crannies and all the nooks.
It came without ribbions, It cames without tags, It came without packages, boxes, or bags. Christmas can't be bought from a store. Maybe Christmas means a little bit more.
I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.
You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place.