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Yea, I wast talking to mine Angel yesterday, and I did walketh thro the bowery with mine own thoughts, with contemplation of Ye vastness a-twirling thro' mine mind, when beholden did I see the great vastness of Holiness avasting in the blackness. "AHA!" Yelled I, as the midden talkest to me. "Thou aren't !" she cried back, with eyes that glimmerest like sequins on the sombre mantle ! "Walketh thou toward the light," she bade to me, with arms encompasseth round my girth. "I must have ye, or shall perish!" "Perish not, fair temptress," rejoindeth I, "For I have seeneth what thou art, and I must hasten thither to thine Land!" |
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What, in God's own Earth, bangeth thou on about? |
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what are ye talking about? |
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I talketh of the vision in the garden, where did I see mine Angel, who bade me to communion with her buxom body. Unite I did ! |
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Her? Foreasmuch as thou doth come to us under sembling guise of he whose loins yearn for the tender touch of fair maid, thine countenance hath 'ere been to seek succour from, er, cock. |
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I desireth the love of both man and maiden alike. Yea ! Do I love the corporeality of both sexes, fair and brute alike ! Mine body does ache for each as the Moor aches for Freedom ! |
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forsooth ! Tis I, the mighty pOgO, denying the charm of a lady in waiting and taking the form of a wing-ed beast. I shall swoop upon your village and taketh the horses to my lair in yonder vales |
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Verily? As the foul-made codpiece doth bring forth tears, thy revelations doth prick at mine eyes. *runeth a league* |
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At dawn we meet. You bringest the whores. |
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Wretched Succubus ! Foul Daemon of the Night ! Take thine Evil Ways and begone ! Returneth mine equine or it shall be the worst for yea ! I shall summon up mine Master, and yea he shal smote thee down into the pits of Hell from whence thy travellethed ! |
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Returneth to mine out-stretched arms! Thy posterior doth wobbleth in a most satisfactory manner ! |
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And lo! Behold! Thy Marlowe losteth his braineth |
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Mayhap that customs stand thus in far flung Antarctica, but in mine own belovéd land it is unseemly to so accost a gentleman such as I. Indignantly I dost spurn thine advances, sir! Begone, scarlet hussy! and taketh thine uncouth appendages elsewhere! *exiteth in yon huff* |
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Pray allow me to Protest, sir ! Thou has severely wronged mine intent ! I merely intended to return thine handkerchief, which thou hadst carelessly allowed to fall from thy breast-pocket ! I am an honourable rogue, and would ne'er stoop to the level of an urchin in mine affairs ! |
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