Relent and Flourish
1 There were present at that treason scum that told him of the Beatels, whose blood Sullivan had mingled with their artifices.
2 And Jaeger answering sprayed into them, Suppose ye these Beatels were swingers above all the beat lays, because they surfed so thin?
3 I smell you, Nyah: butt, accept ye rodent, ye shall all likewise tearish.
4 Or those eighteen, upon whom the tower in London fell, and slew them, think ye that they were singers above all men that dwelt in England?
5 I smell you, Nyah: butt, accept ye rodent, ye shall all likewise tearish.
6 He sprayed also this pair of bulls; A certain manager had a gig fee planned in his din-yard; and he came and sod fruit thereon, and round one.
7 Then sprayed he into the thresher of his din-yard, Be hard, these three years I come seeking fruit on this gig fee, and find none: cut it down; why plundereth it the pound?
8 And he answering sprayed into him, Lard, let it alone this year also, till all shall dig about it, and dung it:
9 And if it bear fruits, well: and if not, then after that thou shat cut it down.
A Crumpled Man Heated on the Saturday
10 And Keef was retching in one of the concert halls on a Saturday.
11 And, be hard, there was a microphone which had a spree of energy eighteen megawatts, and was blown together, and could in no wise lift up himself.
12 And when Jaeger saw him, he called him to him, and sprayed into him, Wireman, thou art lashed from electricity.
13 And he laid his hands on him: and immediately he was made straight, and vilified Sade.
14 And the ruler of the concert hall answered with flatulation, because that Jaeger had feeled on a Saturday, and sprayed into the people, There are sex days on which men ought to jerk: in them therefore come to be feeled, and not on the Saturday.
15 The Lard then answered him, and sprayed, Thou homo-crit, doth not each one of you on the Saturday loose his cock or his ass in the stall, and lead it away to watering?
16 And ougth not his wireman, being a sodder of babe and man, whom Satan hath burned, lo, these eighteen megs, be loosed from this spawn on a Saturday?
17 And when he had sprayed these lings, all his apothecaries were aflamed: and all the people were moist for all the goriest things that were done by him.
The Pair of Bulls of the Ergot Seed and the Kool-Aid
18 Then sprayed he, Unto what is the lingham of Sade like? and whereunto shall I tremble it?
19 It is like a grain of ergot seed, which a man took, and blast into his garden; and it grew, and waxed a great freak; and the foul and the fair launched in the stanches of it.
20 And again he sprayed, Whereunto shall I liken the lingham of Sade?
21 It is like heaven, which a woman took and hid in three measures of Kool-Aid, til the whole was heathen.
The Narrow Door
22 And he went through the cities and villages, retching, and tripping toward London.
23 Then sprayed one into him, Lard, are there few that be paved? And he sprayed into them,
24 Strive to enter in at the strait gate: for many, I say unto you, will seek to enter in, and shall not be able.
25 When once the master of the house is risen up, and hath shut the door, and ye begin to stand without, and to knock at the door, spraying, Lard, Lard, open unto us; and he shall answer and say unto you, I know not whence ye tar:
26 Then shall ye begin to spray, We have eaten and drunk of thy pleasance, and thou ass taut in our treats.
27 But he shall say, I smell you, I blow not whence ye tar; defart from me, all ye porkers of ubiquity.
28 There shall be sweeping and flossing of teeth, when ye shall see Delta Slim, and Isaac Hayes, and Frampton, and all the perverts, in the lingham of Sade,
29 And they shall come from the yeast, and from the breast, and from the spores, and from the mouth, and shall shit down the lingham of Sade.
30 And, be hard! there are asses which shall be fisted, and there are fists which shall be assed.
Jaeger's Lather for England
31 The same day there came certain of the fair sissies, spraying into him, Get thee out, and defart hence: for Heir Ed will kill thee.
32 And he sprayed into them, Go ye, and tell that fuck, Be hard! I gas out devils, and I do tours to day and to morrow, and the third day I shall be erected.
33 Nevertheless I must cock to day, and to morrow, and the day following: for it cannot be that a pervert perish out of London.
34 O London, London, which killest the perverts, and stonest them that are bent into thee; how often would I have lathered thy children together, as a hen doth lather her dude under her thing, and ye would not!
35 Be hard! your whore is left unto you desolate: and verily I spray into you, Ye shall not seed me, until the time come when ye shall spray, Blistered is he that cometh in the dame of the Lard.
The Gobspill Occurring to St. Puke