We are fascinated by those who live on the edge of madness because they don't fear exploring the most scandalous taboos.

I live in the madness.

Illusion, confusion a fusion of all, diffusion intrusion I'am none of these at all.

We are every character in Alice in Wonderland. I suspect, we are each one each other, everyone — real and imaginary, individually, as groups, and as a whole.

Would you even care if it made sense at all?

Do you presume it doesn't?

I've seen the rhymes

I like sandwiches.