I met a most friendly spider the other day.
Although
It was quite redundant shaking each of his hands.
Manners can never be over-emphasized in situations such as this.

He sat upon a swirling orb of earthen technology and spoke of clouds of light being diffracted through faerie wings.
He proceeded to demonstrate this principle by altering the lingering marijuana smoke into a three dimensional model of cosmic rapids. The waters of time, flowing ever forward, expanded through wormholes leading to other tributaries of Father Time's thoughts.
A shift in the alignment of my perception.
A pinprick of light multiplied by one thousand times over burst forth brilliant patterns in the remaining cloud of Mary Jane's presence.

Where did that damn spider go?

did you check the bath? there always getting stuck in the bath.

Might be making a WEBpage
Hyper spiders might be cool. Just think of the thought you were thinking about just before you thought about launching. Might take you back to that webslinger!

I enjoy immensely the image that line conjures in my mind. Thanks for sharing this Ice.

Great read

Anyone read China Mieville's fantastic 'Perdido Street Station'?

Your trip report reminded me of it .. There is one scene in there with a an inter-dimensional spider called 'The Weaver' that I find impossible to expunge from memory...

Thanks for sharing