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…er legs, drew down her clitoris Long as long pricks, and juicy like a kiss : With her own fingers played upon the spot Kissing her twat. Shit were no sweeter than her spend to me ! Shit of dead lobsters under the cold sea ! What fart could get between my lips and hers ? What new sweet splutter of her hairy arse ? Unless perhaps her spitting piss me shot, Kissing her twat.
…E Give me a succulent twat ! Arsehole Im weary of, straight ! Captain and bosun and mate, Christ ! Im fair sick of the lot. Slime, and shit in the slot ! What, would you make a bloke wait ? Give me a succulent twat ! Arsehole Im weary of, straight ! Girls, are you pissing, or what ? Im in a hell of a state ! Better than never is late ! Here is some spunk for you, hot. Give me a succulent twat ! [120]
I think it is monstrous to hire boys And pound up their shit into paste. The clergy are partial to choir-boys ; I cannot approve of the taste. The wonderful beauty of cunt Is a thing for a poet to rave over ! At the moment of coming its grand ; They grip you and shake like a hand. They emit a low poop, like a grunt ; And the jelly boils, flows like a wave over ! The wonderful beauty of cunt Is a thing for a poet to rave over ! [122]
…132] SONG Bugger me gently. Bertie ! My arse is rather sore : Tinkety tunkety tinkety funk ! I havent been long a whore. Mash the shit into gravy ! Make me slimy and slick ! Tinkety tunkety tinkety tunkety ! Thats what does the trick. Bugger me gently, Bertie ! My arse is rather tight. Tinkers tunkety tinkety tunk ! Well ram each other all night ! Bugger me gently, Bertie, or Ill blow off your balls with a fart ! Tinkety tunkety tinkety tunkety ! Softly now, dear heart ! O Bertie, Im in heaven ! I see the golden wal…
…corrugated pipe ! To-day I fart for all I know. She will not hear my music. So ? It is split ? Devil a bit ! Suppose Pauline had bade me shit ! III My whole life long I learned to frig. This hour I play the supreme pig And suck her pussy. Pox or clap ? She will riot give me syph ? Mayhap ! Pox who may I still can say Those who get chancre, lucky they ! [112]
…y to emission When passion melts suspicion, The pot is there to pish on, The paper is there for turds, As fart by fart grows colder, And shit on brows or shoulder Slides sideways now, and smoulder The lusts too sweet for words. This one thing once worth poking God gave (alas ! in joking) The cunt that needs no stoking. The prick that always stands Were mate most fit to find her (Were any luck) to grind her, And then slip in behind her While frigging fast with hands. Ah ! one cunt worth the tickling, One stream of spunk worth trickling ! Ah swee…
…omes, tis earthquakes hour ! The bed vibrates like kettle-drums. It is a grand display of power When Celia comes. Right up her arse my shitty thumbs Increase her rapture. Gentle flower ! Flap go apace our bulging turns. The sea hath swallowed up the tower. Spunk trickles over both our bums In one ecstatic summer shower When Celia comes. VII When Celias sick I shit my drawers, Then wipe it up with them, then stick My head therein. The poet scores When Celias sick ! The chunks I chew ; the slime so slick I mix with monthly blood some whore…
…at patient merit of the urethra takes When he himself might his quietus make With a greased catheter. Who would sandal swill To fart and shit under a potent purge But that the dread of something after gleet.
… spew, monthlies, and snot. The sauce was sublime ; it was based on the slime Of a fishwomans rotten old twat. He proceeded to suck the shit that had stuck To the hairs on a bugger-boys bottom. Gulped down a placenta : drank piss and Apenta, And said Now I think chat has got em ! He reserved every shot till the dinner was hot And the people of Sept were content.
…was it that days so sweet must pass ? Oh Jimson ! Oh divine maestro and thy Opera Or- ange Pekoe ! To this hour the lust of thy dear shit-sewer sends the creamy essence of immortal- ity all over my drawers. But it ended, and bit- terly. The careless youth got too near S...y B.....s, and her breath killed him, as it would any creature higher in the scale of creation than a L..s or a H...s. They have the immunities of their crapu- lence. Broken-hearted, with a mentule like a weeping willow, save that it would not weep ; I left the remains of …
… a girl, as far as she possibly could. He even slept with her till he was eighteen : and we may guess the result. H...s was a snivelling shit. L..s wore long hair, never washed and rarely shaved. His pictures were beneath criticism, and his manners Mean little skunks, the slimy pair of them ! Now in an attic in the same building lived S...y B.....s, the common road of the quarter : an illustra- tion of Euclids position that the Hole is greater than its Quarter. This was a dirty split-arse me- chanic with nigger blood peeping through her low-…
…rdly muffled by the tonsil-teaser in her mouldy mug, she would discharge her various se- cretions vomit, frowsy towsy-mowsy fuck-muck, shit heralded by a Goetterdaemmerung of farts, and the rest, in an ecstatic touch-off, calculated to witch the world with noble arse-womanship ; thereby obtaining that physiological relief which seems to our modern scientific philosophers the unnecessary excuse for the game of mumble peg. The whole affair reminded one rather of a Crash of Worlds than of the usually less cosmic rootle of a gentle-womans split …
…verve the op- eration which he usually reserved till after his morning meal. There are more ways of killing a dog than choking it with shit, he mused, but none are so economical. To proceed ! Hastily cramming some of the overflow for the Archbishop had dined well up her nostrils, he drove a knife (which was conveniently handy) into her bowels, and plunged his straining and kicking butter-knife within the hole thus formed. The foaming guts closed round his maddened member ; the convulsive heaves of the suffocated lady simulated nay,…
…mit) won my spurs on the field of battle. Were you knighted on the field ? I now dared to inquire, seeing him silent. No, you young suck-shit, he answered genially, but I was bloody well poxed. [34]
…s nest ; for fish the scrapings of the old negresses diddly-pouts made an excellent kedgeree : for entrée she did up a lot of balls, in shit sauce : also there was plenty of tripe, and some delicious sweetbread : for vegeta- bles the stomachs of our victims were as good as a Covent Garden, for they lived exclusively upon the produce of the Earth : the releve was a fine haunch. For sweets she passed round her own sweet straw- berry-patch : and the savoury was no less easily procured from her luscious rectum. She pissed white wine, spunked liqu…
…deadly work. The remaining space, bigger than the Caves of Kentucky, was de- voted to a cloak-room during the season, and to a universal shit-house for the wonderful collection of worms and other reptiles that she always loved to have about her. She had one tapeworm in particu- lar a fine fellow, I remember him well, he had an intellect like a Newton, and a tail like a tooth- pick whom she dearly loved. So that there was no risk of harm happening. But on this occasion [75]
cat, into her shit-slot, and into her delicate mouth respectively. The last of the men was unlucky, for the teeth of the now agonizing girl scratched his treacle-tap, and hurt him. With a roar like a fiend the savage black, holding her by the hair, tore out her teeth by main force and again plunged his greasy gap-stopper into the talk-trap, thus partly drowning her pitiful cries, and nearly choking her when a second or two later his boiling bliss-blanc- mange foamed in a perfect cataract down her throat. At the same instant the twain at the low…
… with the other, while his sharp-beaked pond snipe tore open the folds of my wrinkled arse, ill protected by their six weeks leaving of shit, and began pumping out its short and spitty spend with the sound of a kettle seething and crackling. Enough ! I cried, and wedged a lusty turd against his tapering touch-trap. But I had to do with a past master at loves masonry. With a swift corkscrew motion of his masterly quim-stake he withdrew the opposi- tion, and transferring it to his hand, smeared it over my face, to teach me manners, as he said. …
…much by the interrup- tion. Hows the hot poultice for the Irish tooth- ache ? I whispered to the gluttonous and open- arsed schickster. Shit ! She sighed ; shut your mug and open your urethra, and get on with the bum tickling, cant you ? (I give you my word I had not spoken for three days and more.) But argu- ment is proverbially vain with a woman in the middle of a rousing bacon-rubbing. I blocked steadily on. In vain I had cudgelled my wits to find some substitute for the fatiguing exercise of rump- ing ; but the surgeon warned me that the …
…ct. But Monty was terribly disgusted with Andrew, and when little Ambrose struck Monty (who had called him, with naive eloquence, Suck-shit ) the latter knocked him down and kicked him. The lieutenant, who was near, had to interfere, and the dark languor- ous boy was punished. This mean revenge (as he understood it) irritated Monty still more and he eventually refused to speak to Andrew at all. It was the night of a big dinner ashore and Monty Le W... had gone up to a little sitting-room which was next [to the] billiard-room, to wait for the…