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Chapter of the Harsh Arrivement
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ow, no hour passeth in the wild but that the devile have a thumb in’t. And there came an evil wind, the same which precedeth the Temptre, known also as Buzzleburp, and |
Lucifereal Hoodoo, and the Mammonic Poach Roaster, and the Fuzz Touchman, and Shadowtooth, and the Grip Slipper, and Clavin o’ th’ Sheets, and Rides a Mocker, and the Pert Converter, and the Next Mad Messenger, and the Glad Dammer, and Sir Slick: The Trick, and the Lonesome Goner, and the Unglued Broodie, and the Gruesome Goose, and Deadlight Randy Dan, and the Handsum Devil, and the Slidedown Clown, and Slawdawgh ParHercules, and Bresh w’ d’ Dang, and Day Curser, and Night Curser, and Mal Smush, and Evercreepic, and Hard 2 Hang, and the Unknown Assailant. And he came a-singing as he return-ed from soulswiping in the city. For the Dhevhil be the moste trouble when that he be out kicking about, hopjobbing, malingring ’tween prophesied reigns.
And his slicing eyes sawd into the ole man posted there on the rock; and the Devol assesst and calld it Spectacol. Have I not told thee (saith the Devil) that this is mine Home, that she is shut against propheteering & all specie of amateur impressinasiens? Have not I said that I stand behind my bizness agaynst those who find mine estate less than dreadful, & who hazzard to impose hereon? For tho my littel puppet guv’na—and here I mean badmuG, who long past casted off his soul when it rotted in its wrap—tho he had let this place go soft, I have come in and. . .nnnn, donewhatIcan. ’Tis now a place of plenary abjection and sinking moments, is this Homeplace that I call Lady. [Tho, ne’er had he callt the place Lady. ’Tis the damns Devil speaking, the Queen of all Lying, whose ears the Truth doth sizzol, whose slick tongue slippeth right off the fact. Bah that he claim to have callt a thing by some word; for ’tis unlike that he hath unto such thing enlisted the word atall. With that Host of Rots, those things he deemeth worth mentiening are some lies.]
And the devil came willywhipping towards the rock and struck off the head of the old boastahay, and commenst to make some horrobal things happen all about.
And Coccolutus heard mellifluous voices which said, Do my back. And he lookt, and lo, there in a magik pool were some reaching skeletins, saying, Do my back. For these had once been bathing maids, who had not been caush’t that the Hdevhil were coming. And seeing them now, Coccolutis was sore afraid; for long ago ’twere he which, derelict of sociel manner, had
failt to warn them, he propelld in his own hysterik blast past them & down the path unto safety, one pant ahead of the devul’s breath.
And he cried now, saying, O ye nude bathing bones, clean at last, and still a treat to see! E’en fleshless, yet may ye to work that stuffe before these eyes, any day. Say; I see now that a woman’s beauty consisteth not in the flesh, but lieth deep inside, in the skeletine.
Yet enogh of me & my raging libido (saith Coccolutus). There ye be all wet & bonetired from that enchanted program of ceaseless buttscrubbery. Let me go & fetch a spade, me do, and lay y’ns in to rest. Later, we will talk, and I shall woo you with wooings.
But the skeledins felt threated by his words, and were angerd; nor needed they any rest, nor no wooing.
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the present