the cat and the wire they did conspire to go and catch some fish, and so one night neath the moons pale light the pair each made a wish, to the ghosts of the past made of dark ectoplast who roamed a distant dark sphere, armed with a hook and a book and an ancient old rook that they kept in a rusty old cage, together they sought with a compass they bought for the fiefdom of the sage. for a year they did search behind willow and birch for a river or a lake, for some food to eat, be it sour or sweet and their hunger for to slake, but although they did seek, week after week not a crumb did they catch, and the cat it did fade and the wire degrade beneath a cottage made of thatch.
an idea occured whilst supping on pints of cider. it wasn't an idea of any great merit. no genius involved. just a simple concept. the idea was for two individuals, joined at the mind if not the hip, to work together on projects that took their fancy. photography meets art meets prose in a mutually agreeable cocktail of blog delights. like the men involved, a work in progress that sees the eventual light of day on other blog sites. in fact, so good was the idea that we had another couple of pints of cider before falling over.
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the cat and the wire they did conspire to go and catch some fish,
and so one night neath the moons pale light the pair each made a wish,
to the ghosts of the past made of dark ectoplast
who roamed a distant dark sphere,
armed with a hook and a book and an ancient old rook that they kept in a rusty old cage,
together they sought with a compass they bought for the fiefdom of the sage.
for a year they did search
behind willow and birch for a river or a lake, for some food to eat, be it sour or sweet and their hunger for to slake,
but although they did seek, week after week not a crumb did they catch,
and the cat it did fade and the wire degrade beneath a cottage made of thatch.
nice
My kinda cat!
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