The Tea-Bag Effect

The Caterpillar Dub 32 clatters onto pewter platters as scintillas shatter illusory matters –

Magnolia Mosaic

Enjoy a nice cup of tea with The Caterpillar.

http://www.george-orwell.org/A_Nice_Cup_of_Tea/0.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-gz8BurL50k

A Ghastly Tale

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-

Elias Gillpington Part 8

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….

Caterpillar Dub 30 Cupola Pagodas

Bark of the old pines is ridged like a Stegosaurus.

http://www.youtube.com/user/floydyopz?feature=mhee#p/c/0901D6868E4E50FA/0/Q8rAf11zxTo

Castle Pillars in the Air - Caterpillar 30

Let’s take a walk, in the company of one Elias Gillpington, and find out exactly what is happening in the old house on the corner – because they do say…..

http://www.youtube.com/user/floydyopz?feature=mhee#p/c/A2ED38C8099B1026/157/HXT38GS1Hrw

Molecular Bases of Placticity

The land offers up its brittle cattle, its ashes, vetches, lichens, rocky ledges, meadows sweetly rolling down to the briny. Swaying panoramic fieldscapes, summer dust and a buzzard sails over, sharp and alert in feathery consciousness. Sycamores sculpted, calfling milling, pines green and blue. Woodsmoke scenting the air with mellow nostalgia. A furlong furrows the brow of the Earth. The great moor, a swampy lost jungle of goat-willow, sedges, rushes, sundews and methane. Dragonflies lurk; whorl; dance; buzz; turn; glint; spin; sparkle; glimmer and zoom – adrift adrowze on this sunny afternoon. Idhyowek chimmblys lost in the sunshine and nameless weeds resplendent in little valleys lost to man. And everywhere Babylon’s grey tentacles threaten my green land. Willowherb hints at flinty paths, Scotts pines and summer camps in canvas as cumulous rolls out the sky. Gaunt gorse crags, heather and peat. Menhirs mumble secrets of Arthur’s sleep. Ivy-clad gothick – the larches crumble in the sun. Tin-roofs rattle in rain, rousing dreamers to ozone-scented rainmurk. Soilcreep ripples as acorns fatten; lurking futurity of hearty solidity. Stag-headed elders, proud and noble, gaunt, stark, stripped of tannin bark wave brittle limbs through sun and dark. Golden blazing corn afar hints at a bright glazed future. Dandelion parachutes, golden poplars, all is agrow in Albion’s sidereal slumber.

http://www.youtube.com/user/floydyopz#p/c/759653F5C35AA02D/17/sdiaSg-LqWg