"How is a raven like a writing desk?" And Lewis Carroll never offered to answer the question. I'm something of a Carroll freak, so I endeavored and did find the answer.
My family was in Disney World again, as my step-mom finds an excuse to get us all down there at least every two years or so. Once there, we live like kings and eat like locusts and hunt mullets and snap pictures and make short films and have a ball. So we had just finished eating like kings at one of those character breakfasts, and we walk downstairs to leave. There's a guy playing the mad hatter, and Pete wants to get a picture with him, so we take many a shot of the hatter with members of the family, and I say to the guy, "so, how is a raven like a writing desk?"
He doesn't break character for a moment. "You really want to know?" he said.
"Yeah, I do. It's not in any of the books and I want answers."
He smiled and shook his head. "It's really not very good."
"I don't care. Tell me." And he did.
Answers, I later discovered, for this riddle are plentiful.
"Dream kid the size does not matter
Bad luck anyway you call it
Red ants and mercy giants
The angels of the bars"
MUSIC: guided by voices: they are not witches
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