Thursday, November 25, 2010

eLdRiTcH TaLeS oF uNsPeAkAbLe aLiEnAgE!!!

Forgive me, dear reader, for casting a ghastly and foul shadow across this bright and fair day.... for what I have to tell you today is not a thing of joy & light, but an unutterably vile and loathsome thing. A thing that wholesome folk such as your good selves should never have to endure the telling of, much less the thing itself... It all started when I motored down to the ancient seaboard of West Cornwall to visit an uncle of mine. What could do one more good than some fresh local sea-food and all the fresh air that New Lynsmouth could provide.....?






For God's Sake man!! Run! Run! While you've still got the chance!!!

Monday, November 15, 2010

The Caterpillar No.20 - Pressure Cave

Porphyry dripping caverns miniaturized at the darling Cornish Cove – caves of hermit crustaceans mesmerized by the gurgling whoosh of the blow-hole, lapping brine licking at aqua-lichenous igneous metamorphic porphyry pyroclasts – lobsters lurk. Waves breaking out at sea –

Dirigible ridgeback hog of eggs, bristle-boar in the mist * stars scattered through an icy sky * twigs cool with moss in the swamp - things unseen by man, nature rattling * dulse boulders surround the kelp cluttered island - black birds of the sea spatter its summit * grass-tufts springy - plants of the land lichen * globular celular mercury * fluttering gelatinous cells - the world glimpsed through a fly's wing.