Spontanaeity spawned an entity, spun in entropy, spurned an enmity – plodding and trodding on;; forming and foaming forth ^^^^ It’s the Dub, Jim, it’s like the unknown; but not as we know it….””’’’’’’ ‘’’’’’ ;;;;;;
A poster for your local mysterious alley-way in the old part of your town;;;;;;
Greetings, Earthlings…
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Spread the spreadsheet broadsheet bowlsheet;;;;;
The Poster for papering over the cracks in the walls of conditioned existence…..;;;;
“Who are You?” said the Caterpillar
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The Caterpillar Dub 32 clatters onto pewter platters as scintillas shatter illusory matters –
Echoes from the Old Quarter, seen glimpsed strained through a glass-magnifying mirror device. Memory and the mind’s bejeweled clarity of perception. Alleys resounding to ancient laughter – long-ago summer days. The gorse was in bloom then, of course, and the wind raced and howled over the moors above the dreaming tiled village. Within the ‘Cretan Labyrinth’ lurked many a wonder… & wandering where the wind blew, my feet flew free and clattered on the cobbled crossroads-
Something is happening in the decaying seaport of New Lynsmouth – something as singular as it is perplexing – what the deuce is going on?
If you enjoy reading “The Caterpillar’, why not print out some fliers, cut them up & pass them around….
Bark of the old pines is ridged like a Stegosaurus.
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