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`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought —
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.

Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carroll

Don’t you agree? I enjoy that poem. It reminds me of myself, twisted, a slight hint of insanity.

I’m Hella, you can generally find me in the chatroom, ‘The Hive’, and I’m British.
Deep in my heart, I am an Xbox player, and probably always will be, although I also have a penchant for Minecraft.
Currently, I am in the midst of my A levels, going for Architecture. Isn’t that lovely?

“You’re despicable, Hella… founder of the Kongregate slave trade here.” ~ TWA

“And he bashed and bashed with his keyboard. Bashed away at his face until it typo’d. His now bloody gace wondered why they had to talk about Pokemon so much. The End.” ~ (Also) TWA