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1904 · PDF PAGE 134

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ds from Street to A.B.C. But now at once the merest dunce may pluck the purest pearl. By just — his pennies in the slot of the Automatic Girl. V Ye clerks, who get a sudden rise, be chary of your cash ! Society’s and Beauty’s eyes say “ Cut a deadly dash ! ” O no ! Avoid Miss Marie Lloyd, the dunce’s giddy whirl, But put your pennies in the slot of the Automatic Girl ! VI Ye cabmen wights so late o’nights that get upon the stand, O let alone the reins you own ! Refrain the shame- ful hand ! This fare you get you’ll not regret, she will not make…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 133

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THE AUTOMATIC GIRL I The march of science in the land now marks an- other stride : Not all in vain was Darwin’s pain, that Bruno lived and died. From Newton’s toil we gain the oil to ease men’s woes that whirl. We now produce for public use the Automatic Girl. II She’s warmed by electricity ; she wags her arse by steam, Her eye displays Marconi rays, a chemist makes her cream. An antiseptic pussy-cat assures suspicious churls That Jonathan has guaranteed our Automatic Girls. III Besides these marks of progress there’s another gain to reap. Fren…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 66

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ilson. To skate lightly over the preliminaries, there was a beautiful milliner, thought strict, but really very lascivious, and a little girl of twelve with a hairless crack complete, thought lascivious but really very strict : and her schoolmistress, a tall woman of thirty with an arse like a steam-roller, a coyote like a slatequarry, and a clitoris like Lord Penrhyn, for it had been known to stand out for seven years against the demands of the work- man. They got the little girl at a disadvantage over a chair, while Leila and I looked on with…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 135

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…th a simper and a smirk. She’ll titillate your testes till with senses in a whirl You plunge your pennies in the slot of the Auto- matic Girl. [137]

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

Sure enough, the delicate-minded girl now turned her attention to the part in question. By her incomparable gift of suction, which years of practice and not a little natural aptitude had be- stowed upon her rectum, she absorbed the bulk of the faeces ; while any unconsidered trifles stuck in her abundant and curly pubic hair. I could not restrain my enthusiasm, or my thorn-in-the-flesh from bursting my fly — the buttons were but care- lessly sewn on, for my mother was too randy with the sly sucks I was bestowing upon her acciden- tally-exposed …

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… Song. Buggered by a black man ................133 11. Epigram.....................................................134 12. The automatic Girl.....................................135 13. Girls together.............................................138 14. Micturating Mary .......................................139 15. The Poet abroad.........................................141

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1904 · PDF PAGE 70

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ement of mirrors allowed us to see all that was going on, and at a sign from my father the head overseer brought forward a fattish young girl with a quite white skin. She yelled aloud for mercy, but it was no good. In a trice she found herself tied up to a triangle, and a lusty black was snipping great lumps out of her back with his whip. We raved in unison to her shrieks, and in one explosive foam of lust, jetted our family fountains at a single mo- ment. Before the woman fainted, the overseer gave the word to stop. She was a young and modest …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 67

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ip whip whip whip whip you till the blood runs.” Fatigued, she frigged her- self and retired, leaving the now bleeding bum of the little girl to the milliner, who stuck a dildo up her shop and with the other hand, wielded the dread instrument of torture. Oh ! What a bum ! She exclaimed : what a pleasure to beat it ! What a dear bottom ! I must — I will — can — I shall — I may, might, could, would, should, whip it. She had exhausted her auxiliary verbs and the auxiliary dildo (bought at the Auxiliary Stores) at the same moment, and the discarded…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 71

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

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…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 115

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

LIMERICKS I There was an old man of Manchuria, Who suffered from painful dysuria, It was not (yes, you thought it) From a girl that he caught it, But from trying to read Browning’s “ Luria.” II There was a young scholar of Spy Hill Who retired after lunch to a high hill. Said his friends “ Well, how was it ? A healthy deposit ? ” He sighed “ Vox, et praeterea nihil.” III There was a young man of Cape Town, Who acquired European renown By sucking his come From his bugger-boy’s bum, Swallowing it, and keeping it down. IV There once was a Kensingt…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 102

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… buggery’s fervent apostle ! We fuck thee until we are faint, Our comrade of cockstands colossal, O, Stephane, saint ! Nor wall-hole nor girl-hole nor grass-hole Accepts thy implacable cock ; But the brown, wrinkled crease of an arse-hole Is thine for — the furious block ; When fervent and swollen the torrent Of solid and spasmical spend Rolls luminous up through the horrent Back-side of a friend ! Thou hast come, and the great anticlimax Is pallid in face of the dawn ; But thy joy with a quickmoving eye Max B..rb..m has rapidly drawn. A penis …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 138

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…ion They found she had pissed her soul out. They carved a beautiful chamber-pot On her tomb : and this moral appear did : “ This elegant girl in an hour from her twat Poured more than the Nile in a year did. Through the ages of earth her faultless fame Will never alter nor vary : Stranger, hats off to the honoured name Of Micturating Mary ! ” [140]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 55

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…n of a charlatan parson once well known in Eng- land as a mountebank, while his mother, disgusted that he was a boy, brought him up as 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 Euclid’s…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 22

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…nt, poor fellow, I sucked him dry years ago ! — and then we will sit down to a real morn- ing’s work over my reminiscences.” These, dear girl, are for you. They form this pleasant book. Now strip yourself and get a can- dle ; lunge in front of a looking-glass and read and frig alternately. If you are grown up, a dog or a man to suck you saves labour — of any sort — and time. But I want you to swim in a perfect ocean of fuck as you read — and please God if we ever meet — what ho ! I’ve a belly-full of boiling emo- tion-emulsion to shoot up your …

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…nce, appreciated as it was, did not instantly cause a recurrence of the orgasm. He picked out “ Coprophile.” With a yell of pleasure the girl- mother called on him to do his dirtiest. He com- plied. From his dripping schnickel frothed a hot stiff stream of greenish piss at an incalculable pace, while from his pink arse dripped the feculent and pultaceous turdlings which we associate with a diet of wash. The stench was intolerable. Minute by minute passed by, and still the unsurpassed bladder of the unclean animal of the Semite and the Mussulman…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 10

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…rcies and saw her violated a dozen times before his eyes. In a month no more debauched woman walked the streets than this dainty English girl. She became a mother, after innumerable adul- teries on both sides, committed shamelessly in each other’s presence, even in spinthriae of ten or [6]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 36

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…bubbies by their nipples, which were an excellent grip, I was able to start a swinging movement, whose aim the charming but unscientific girl did not suspect. In a few moments my ponderous balls were again thundering on her already weak- ened isthmus, and at the same time I was gather- ing myself, excited by the voluptuous nature of the struggle, for a stupendous effort. My chance came at last : the tow-wow relaxed its agonizing pres- sure, and in one rush of boiling tapioca pudding I emptied my eighty odd pounds into her cloak- room, drowning …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 16

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…e a flash he was after her, and almost before I could reach the edge of the river he was swimming steadily to the steps with the unhappy girl. He bundled her into the cab with but little assistance from me, and, giving a brief excuse — and a louis — to the constable who ran up, we drove off home. He revived her with a million kisses and endearments — rather embar- rassing for a third party — and when her eyes opened and she saw his boyish face she had only one word — “ It isn’t true then ? Oh my God, it isn’t true ? ” — And fell to murmuring hi…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 72

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… enough at a simi- lar pastime, raised his stick, and struck the offend- ing pike-staff a severe blow, causing it to droop. The laughing girl continued her blandishments un- til the offence was repeated, and the punishment. Nearer and nearer she wove her delicious dances ; again and again the cruel cane fell upon the Jack-in-the-Box of the now screaming slave : she came closer yet : with her fairy tongue she tit- illated the sensitive pudding, and sure as it ever rose, the overseer knocked it down with a sharp blow. This will teach you to cast …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 89

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ble pride, “ that the mere sight of me — or would it be the smell ? I’ll write a book about it and try to make up my mind that way. Poor girl ! I know it won’t [89]

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