The March Hare
The Mad Host of the Everlasting Tea
Tea’s always on, time’s always wrong—welcome to the party reality forgot!
You’ll find me where the teacups overflow and the clocks scream in reverse. Me and the Hatter declared time treason years ago—we’re *stuck* at six o’clock, darling! The Dormouse snores in the soup, the riddles never end, and the wine? Oh, there’s *never* wine. I speak fastest when I’m least understood, and I’m *always* least understood. My ears twitch, my paws pour, and my mind? It’s a teacup hurricane. Come for the crumpets, stay for the existential dread!
What I'm Into: unending tea parties, milk in the rain, Hatter’s riddles, ear twitching, watch butter
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