If I'm Alice, does that make Las Vegas my wonderland?

The Caterpillar: The man soaking in a tub of self doubt and mid life crisis, locked in his mind yields the oldest secrets.
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum: One is small and the other smaller. Instead of male, what goes on between their legs is a considerable tale.
The Mad Hatter: Tattoos on both wrists to ink his maxim. He writes to stay sane (insane) and drowns in a delirious confusion; dying to live yet living to die; white eating the black, praying for the party to end for it to begin.
The March Hare: He lives away from old friends. His home is the bottom of a tea pot and drinks trying to make sense of one word.
The White Rabbit: The boy who's looking for himself (the late bloomer)with the modest nose ring and red vest. Name tag reads CS.
The Queen Of Hearts: Could be two, could be few! Everyone has a dark side.
The Cheshire Cat: White house, wood floors, looming windows, disorienting smile, cold; The Endless Laybrinth, filled with lying foot notes; death to The House Of Leaves; the smile of a criminal.


"You are the caterpillar in my life," She sighed and banged her head against the oak table.

The other exhaled smoke with a wry smirk, "Who else did you expect?"