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Gibberish.
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Comrades, I have had so many bad receptions
that I cannot do without singing and grieving about it;
however, I don't want people to know my business in many things.
And I shall tell you my opinion about this:
I don't like a warded cunt nor a pond without fish,
nor boasting of base men, as if there weren't records of their actions.
Lord God, who are refuge and king of the world,
why didn't the first cunt-warden drop dead?
Because there never was service, or watch, worse than that.
Therefore shall I tell you the Law of the Cunt,
as a man who's done badly and has been repaid worse:
if other things dwindle when you take of them, the cunt grows.
And he who will not believe my teachings,
let him go see by the wood, in a reservation:
for each tree people fell, two or three grow.
And when the wood is cut, it grows back thicker
and the owner doesn't miss his profit, nor his income:
one complains wrongly about the loss, if no harm is done.
It is wrong to complain about the loss, if no harm is done.
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A/ The Female Genitals
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Every foolish drunken poet,
boorish vanity without ceasing,
(never may I warrant it,
I of great noble stock,)
has always declaimed fruitless praise
in song of the girls of the lands
all day long, certain gift,
most incompletely, by God the Father:
praising the hair, gown of fine love,
and every such living girl,
and lower down praising merrily
the brows above the eyes;
praising also, lovely shape,
the smoothness of the soft breasts,
and the beauty's arms, bright drape,
she deserved honour, and the girl's hands.
Then with his finest wizardry
before night he did sing,
he pays homage to God's greatness,
fruitless eulogy with his tongue:
leaving the middle without praise
and the place where children are conceived,
and the warm quim, clear excellence,
tender and fat, bright fervent broken circle,
where I loved, in perfect health,
the quim below the smock.
You are a body of boundless strength,
a faultless court of fat's plumage.
I declare, the quim is fair,
circle of broad-edged lips,
it is a valley longer than a spoon or a hand,
a ditch to hold a penis two hands long;
cunt there by the swelling arse,
song's table with its double in red.
And the bright saints, men of the church,
when they get the chance, perfect gift,
don't fail, highest blessing,
by Beuno, to give it a good feel.
For this reason, thorough rebuke,
all you proud poets,
let songs to the quim circulate
without fail to gain reward.
Sultan of an ode, it is silk,
little seam, curtain on a fine bright cunt,
flaps in a place of greeting,
the sour grove, it is full of love,
very proud forest, faultless gift,
tender frieze, fur of a fine pair of testicles,
a girl's thick grove, circle of precious greeting,
lovely bush, God save it.
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Comrades, I shall write a fitting poem,
one with more folly than sense,
all laden with love, joy and youth.
And let he be called a knave, who doesn't understand it,
or learn it, for that matter, by heart:
people who like poetry hardly part from love.
I have two horses I can saddle well and gladly
they are good and brave and fit for fighting,
and I can't keep them both because they can't stand each other.
If I could tame them as I wish,
I wouldn't take my gear elsewhere,
because I would be mounted better than anyone else.
The one is the fastest of the mountaineers
but it has been acting fiercely oddly for a long time
and it is so fierce and savage that it refuses to be bridled.
The other was reared around Confolens
and you never saw a prettier one, by my troth:
such one can't be traded for gold nor for silver.
Because I gave it to its master as a filly
but we agreed to the condition
that, if he had it for one year, I would have it for a century.
Knights, advise me about this conundrum:
-never was I [so] troubled by a choice-
I don't know which one to keep to, that of dame Agnes or that of dame Arsen.
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Latin Black Mass.
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B/ Lanhill Long Barrow
09:06
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Friendless Churches Bristol, UK
[Roman Catholic]
[Apophatic Aesthetics]
[Folk Horror Electronics]
[Grotesque Body via Grail Quest]
[Medievalism Martyrology Mariology]
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