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1904 · PDF PAGE 110

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

ONE WAY OF LOVE I All June I rubbed my prick with grease. Now, hair by hair, I comb its fleece, And shew it where Pauline may pass. She will not suck me off. Alas ! What, no luck ? Lord love a duck ! The chance was she might need a fuck ! II How many months I strove to wipe My brown and 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 …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 92

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…n ! Grant me more erection ! ” The god took heed unto his prayer — A faithful servant deserves pay — Yet, pondering, fingers run through hair, He curtly answered “ Nay ” His suppliant, wrathful, then departed Half broken-hearted. But Mercury had chanced to listen While these remarks were being made. His mischief-loving eyeballs glisten. He touched the man, and said : “ Priapus is an old curmudgeon ! Go not in dudgeon ! ”

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…, it was (to complete the illusion) crowned by a light cloud of smoke, doubtless given off by the last gentleman’s love-spunk. The pubic hair was ragged, and the skin torn as if by the rav- ages of lice and fingernails. But the anus made up for the same, for the shit sticking to the hair had well manured the growth, which was in some places more than two feet long, curling over in bil- lows. But there was more to that quim than may appear on the surface. Vast and cumbrous as it appeared, at the first glimpse of my juvenile and at no time big tw…

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…................... 99 Before Dawn. SWINBURNE. 2. Rondel .......................................................102 Rondel “ Kissing her hair,” SWINBURNE. 3. “ To Tite ” fragment .....................................103 Dolores, SWINBURNE. 4. Stephanos..................................................104 Dolores, SWINBURNE. 5. A Snatch....................................................106 A Match, SWINBURNE. 6. To pe or not to pe.......................................108 Hamlet, SHAKESPEARE. 7. All the world’s a brothel .......................…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 70

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…Under the broad veranda of the family mansion the slaves were drawn up in line, and the overseers with long stock-whips and mighty stiff hair- splitters were guarding them and occasionally sat- isfying their lust upon the smoking arses of the negroes. My father and mother appeared with my sister and myself, and we lost no time in getting into position for those delights that are the cardi- nal of the family system all the world over. As it was my birthday, I had the chief place. My father’s handsome quickening-peg burrowed my juicy bot- tom-hol…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 87

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…st to supply his place.” For Eve had not changed her position during this interview, and her moist fingers still played among the golden hair. “ Oh ! I didn’t mean to.” “ Ah ! Duchess, what a pity — and what a sur- prise ! ” “ Yes, it did feel like it. But really, Prince, you’re as inquisitive as that rude old Lord God.” “ You are not offended with me ? ”

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1904 · PDF PAGE 55

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…e 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 position that the Hole is greater than its Quarter. This was a dirty split-arse me- chanic with nigger blood peeping through her low- caste white parentag…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 81

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… disquieting thought of the future. For Monty Le W... had never given him his love before. Monty was a dark, languid-eyed boy with jetty hair ; there was about him the indefinable air that sexual per- verts recognize so quickly, a closer union than ma- sonry can boast. In fact, he had not been on board H.M.S. Osiris a week before the Captain had pro- moted him to a dignity sufficiently high to excite the envy of the boys who had till then held the proud distinction of favourite catamite. A furious battle between the jealous beauties ended in th…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 11

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…n of himself, visible and hideous to all eyes but his own. L . . . , his eager face like a silver moon starting from a thundercloud, his hair, would pierce the very soul [7]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 71

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…e 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 lower end flooded her guts, not without breaking down the partition and turning the tender bowels of the luck…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 40

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

sufferer, albeit a shade less eager, had not percep- tibly slackened. The surgeon’s hair, greyed in the first week, was now falling out in handfuls. The stench of so many unburied corpses was becoming intolerable. My erstwhile well-hung cods sagged wearily against the lower portion of the Imperial slit : and only the loyal assistance of the maids of honour in supporting and swinging my body kept me at all to my duty. Fuck me ! Hoarsely whis- pered the gin-smelling potato-trap of the still randy sovereign. I screwed up my almost deliquescing tic…

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ermit ! (He inter- rupted himself) Whack it up ! Wallop it in ! What’s the nanny-goat for, you pimp, if you can’t go tail- twitching her hairy old tuzzy-muzzy ? You shall suck the oysters out of the kidney pudding if you’re good. Now — my boy ! I complied with dignity, and in a moment found the Archbishop on my back gripping my hair with one violent hand and grappling at my breasts 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 i…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 82

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…re came upon him towards the most popular of the lieutenants, Andrew Clayton, a man of violent passions not usually associated with fair hair and rather timid grey eyes. Andrew saw the sly looks of the midshipman and one day went into his cabin and, stepping to his side with- out a word, gave him a fierce kiss, while his hand sought to awake desire in an even more direct manner. But the passing fancy of the boy had gone, and he rudely repulsed the advances of his would-be lover. Andrew, with great self-command, withdrew in silence. Next day, ho…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 31

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…d 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 clitoris to pay strict attention to the less fascinating pursuits of the seamstress. Laying hold of its resilient vigour I shouted, “ Give me that arse, O pig of pigs ! ” The well-train…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 90

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ad to lay his fur aside, and seek the embraces of his consort. Any doubts he might have had were soon removed by Eve whose mass of tawny hair soon hung over his thighs, while her little red mouth proceeded to excite him to the [90]

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