REALITY DREAMS REALITY

UNREASONABLE, IMPROBABLE, UNLIKELY BUT HERE

Pictures are not to be found, but, I have a reasonable expectation that there will be pictures available soon. I shall describe instead the innumerable witch breeding covs that have appeared around the house at Otter Point which is quite familiar, now there is a witchland word, familiar. There have always been lots of black cats at Otter Point. In any case I will describe the structures.

There is an element of subterfuge in the outward appearance of the Madaeval Rick Construction. It looks, from above, like a pile of vegetation, branches and leaves all will wither and shrink and darken and decay. Is that fearful or what? 

The frightening rot and disarray could conceal almost anything but in this case what is hidden is a Wiccanish void, an empty space for a witch to raise a brood of evil little bad smelling, unsightly witchlings. Ugly, clumsy and dumb at birth soon the destructive offspring would embrace industry and quickly manufacture their first Flight Sweeps from the materials in the Rick. From Twig and Leaf and the oozing sap and resins and special balsam of the Pines, gluing together and enchanting their aeronaught craft. 

You must have seen what looked like a broom, but with improbably not straw but twigs. The seat and grip bars were undoubtedly nearby. Be suspicious, some old bicycles are just protective mechicaloration, looking like old bicycle seats and bars on a wreck but are not. They are the Flight Sweep Special Witchmount Hardware. I will search for pictures I promise. 

THE ABOVE MISSIVE IS BY NO MEANS INDICATIVE OF HOW SERIOUS THE WITCH BREEDING IS WITH TEN OR TWELVE OFFSPRING TYPICALLY EMERGING FROM EACH COV CONTAINING RICK. I THINK THERE ARE DOZENS OF DOZENS, JUST ON VANCOUVER ISLAND.

AT THE CORNERS OF THE COMPASS STAKES ARE DRIVEN INTO THE BOSOM OF THE FOREST AND IT RESPONDS TO THE IMPALEMENT COURSING THE ENERGIES OF ITS DARKEST COPES INTO THE COV.

WATCH OUT IF YOU ENCOUNTER ONE OF THESE ENCLOSURES WITH STICKS AND BRANCHES STUCK THROUGH AND THROUGH, WILLY NILLY WITHOUT REGARD FOR NEATNESS AND ORDER.

LOSING BALANCE AND SENSE OF THE NECESSARY PERPENDICULAR ORGANIZATION WE KNOW WE ALL NEED, YOU COULD SWOON AND FALLING INTO THE ENERGY OF THE FOREST IN THE RICK, PERISH.