Free Association

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.

A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness

in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

Wreaks havoc

Cry ‘Havoc!’, and let slip the dogs of war

Christopher Plummer

Ricardo Montalbán

Fine Corinthian leather

Welcome to Fantasy Island

Boss, de Plane, de Plane!

bon voyage

Fantastic Voyage

Look out for the white blood cells!

Agranulocytosis can result in a lack of white blood cells.

bleeding out

Bleeding edge

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call … The Twilight Zone.

Theorizing that one could time travel within his own lifetime, Dr. Sam Beckett stepped into the Quantum Leap accelerator and vanished. He awoke to find himself trapped in the past, facing mirror images that were not his own and driven by an unknown force to change history for the better. His only guide on this journey is Al, an observer from his own time, who appears in the form of a hologram that only Sam can see and hear. And so, Dr. Beckett finds himself leaping from life to life, striving to put right what once went wrong and hoping each time that his next leap will be the leap home.

I tripped and fell down a rabbit hole.

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don’t do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she’s ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you’re going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she’ll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen’s off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head
Feed your head