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Alice In Wonderland By Salvador Dali

 

You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed. You’ll pass the 

whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you’ll 

be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest. 

Except when you don’t.Because, sometimes, you won’t. 

I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups 

can happen to you. 

You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will 

fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch. 

You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the 

chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump. 

And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un- 

slumping yourself is not easily done. 

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some 

windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked. A place you could 

sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you 

dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win? 

And if you go in, should you turn left or right…or right-and-three- 

quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker- 

upper to make up his mind. 

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…for people just waiting. 

Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the 

mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to 

snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to 

grow. Everyone is just waiting. 

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or 

waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their 

Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, 

or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone 

is just waiting. 

No! That’s not for you!Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and 

staying. You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are 

playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! 

Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of 

a guy! 

Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points 

to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you 

can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. 

Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world 

watching you win on TV. 

Except when they don’t. Because, sometimes, they won’t. 

 behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker- 

 

upper to make up his mind. 

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…for people just waiting. 

Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the 

mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to 

snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to 

grow. Everyone is just waiting. 

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or 

waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their 

Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, 

or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone 

is just waiting. 

No! That’s not for you!Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and 

staying. You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are 

playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! 

Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of 

a guy! 

Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points 

to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you 

can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. 

Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world 

watching you win on TV. 

Except when they don’t. Because, sometimes, they won’t. 

behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker- 

upper to make up his mind. 

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…for people just waiting. 

Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the 

mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to 

snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to 

grow. Everyone is just waiting. 

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or 

waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their 

Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, 

or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone 

is just waiting. 

No! That’s not for you!Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and 

staying. You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are 

playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! 

Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of 

a guy! 

Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points 

to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you 

can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. 

Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world 

watching you win on TV. 

Except when they don’t. Because, sometimes, they won’t. 

behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker- 

upper to make up his mind. 

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…for people just waiting. 

Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the 

mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to 

snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to 

grow. Everyone is just waiting. 

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or 

waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their 

Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, 

or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone 

is just waiting. 

No! That’s not for you!Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and 

staying. You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are 

playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! 

Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of 

a guy! 

Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points 

to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you 

can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. 

Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world 

watching you win on TV. 

Except when they don’t. Because, sometimes, they won’t. 

I’m afraid that some times you’ll play lonely games too. Games you 

can’t win ‘cause you’ll play against you. 

All Alone!Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something 

you’ll be quite a lot. 

And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance you’ll meet 

things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down 

the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you 

won’t want to go on. 

But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go 

though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken- 

Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms 

may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike. 

And I know you’ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever 

they are. 

You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed 

up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. 

Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great 

Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. Andnever mix up your right foot with your left. 

And will you succeed?Yes! You will, indeed!(98 and ¾ percent 

guaranteed.) 

Kid, you’ll move mountains!So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or 

Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places! 

Today is your day!Your mountain is waiting.So…get on your way!

 

This is my life right now.

And i will get my life back ,because ,i am a fighter.

Have  a pleasant journey in Life

Chef Stefano

007L 007L 51-55, M Dec 4, 2010

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