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1904 · PDF PAGE 139

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…our pussy-cat to suck, Your sniffy bottom-hole to fuck, My darling ! Remembrance is so sad for me ! I yearn for your K.U.N.T. That in my mouth was wont to pee, My darling ! All on my balls you used to piss ; Your farts would smoke, your turds would hiss ; Then you would take my cock to kiss, My darling ! I used to hang on every word Your dainty little mouth averred, And make milk puddings with a turd, My darling ! I shat of yore between your bubs. Those fat amusing butter-tubs : Love’s butterflies can grow from grubs, My darling ! Aye ! ’Tis a …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 5

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…purse from the tradi- tional sow’s ear. Can rapes spring from horns ? Or pigs from whistles ? asks the latter ; while the former (by the mouth of his sophistical hero Ca- ponsacchi), declines to believe the sexton who claims to have transfixed a scorpion in the very act of issuing from the mouth of Madonna, and sug- gests (what seems to us quite as improbable) that it issued from the sexton himself... “ Like from like, By way of the ordure corner. . .” At first sight it may seem that Science endorses this dogma in its fullest sense ; but the tr…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 50

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ulcer that spread across her left cheek, and had eaten away her nose and half a lip. She caught me up to her and smeared the pus into my mouth. In a sort of rapture she stowed me away in her fuck-sodden snatch-box, and rushed to her bedroom, there no doubt to initiate me into the joys of love, as known among these bawdy- minded buttered buns, and nowhere else, unless in your hearts, my dainty girls that read this book. Eh ? [48]

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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 83

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

lie on his back and to endeavour to catch in his mouth, and swallow, his own emissions, and he was also constantly degrading his rank by licking the genitals, or the feet, of the dirtiest sailors and stokers on the ship. He was only glad from the so- cial status it gave him when Andrew made over- tures of love. Monty would have himself preferred this choice, arguing that Andrew would have him- self preferred this choice, arguing that Andrew could never be really enamoured of so vicious a boy, but what he saw three weeks after undeceived him. On…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 89

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… withdrew, foaming, and fell upon her reeking lips again to lick salacious kisses and gently chew her gentle eyelids when she turned her mouth again to an even dearer object. Suddenly a shout was heard far off, and, rising up, Satan saw Adam returning with the spoil. He was now too near for him to escape. Eve with quick woman’s wit gathered her furs to her and squatting in front of the wood fire forced herself to appear nonchalant, while Satan gathered his coils together under her skirts. The fire blazed up as she tended it, and Adam joyfully s…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 126

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

Celia I When Celia frigs my fat J.T., Her mouth is luscious as a pig’s : I come three times in minutes three When Celia frigs. But when she fucks, what randy jigs She dances on my stiff pee-wee ! I leave plain buggery to prigs ! Her twat is deeper than the sea ; Her ulcers are like rotten figs ; — It is a holy time for me When Celia frigs. II When Celia spends I send a card Inviting all my oldest friends To tea, if they can get a hard When Celia spends. It should be easy to make ends Meet, O good comrades of the bard ! Her twat gapes wide : wha…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 127

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…o more to stuff your toes When Celia farts. IV When Celia pisses, I squat low Upon the floor for golden blisses. White wine of love ! My mouth the po. When Celia pisses. The silky stream is hot : it hisses Between the farts that mumble slow Out of the sticky bum. God misses A lot of fun. He doth not know How urine lubricateth kisses. My cock doth stand : my spunk doth flow When Celia pisses. V When Celia tucks, my giant tool Goes in and out with mighty clucks : My work’s cut out, sir, as a rule When Celia fucks. Worn by prolonged attempts on du…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 98

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… more ! ” And Mr. Pego failing To answer to her wailing, Bursts out in wrath and railing : “ I shan’t, you bloody whore ! ” But soon her mouth up swallows His prick ; her poxy hollows Grow glorious as Apollo’s : [100]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 43

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

fuck-sodden mouth of the Imperial buttock-broker appraised my all but succumbing senses that my job was over. At the moment of collapse I had been saved from utter rout and open shame. John Brown had come back to his own. And his own received him ! Chuckled the Archbishop at the conclusion of this historic sec- tion of his memoirs, during the recital of which I had been so excited that I had repeatedly been obliged to solicit the favours of the Ecclesiastic’s beautiful goat, whose congenial jelly-bag completed my practical sympathy with the sto…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 108

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…tiff spunk and bollocked like the bull, Jealous of sapphists, sudden and quick to come, Seeking the bubble gonorrhea Even in the bitch’s mouth. And then the justice In fair round belly soaked with mercury With stand severe, and fuck of formal type, Full of wise tricks and modern aids to love ; And so he lets his fart. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon With drooping penis, balls withdrawn in belly, His youthful whore well fucked, a world too wide For his shrunk prick : and his big manly piss, Turning again toward childis…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 19

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ly over the ascetic face of the Archbishop, she lolloped a great gob of greasy spend from the throat of her bulging cunt into the gaping mouth of the half-choked ecclesiastic. “ It is well, my daughter, if thou art pleased,” he replied, when he had swallowed the cachet of her emotions. “ But my venerable pudendum asks at- tention.” “ It shall have it, father ! ” said the lady, and forthwith she caught his purple-knobbed pillar in her hands, and violently rubbed it in a direction perpendicular to its length, increasing both pace and pressure as …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 70

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… as I lay on my back with my legs in the air. My sister squatted astride my head, and her cauliflower discharged its sweet sauce into my mouth. An ingenious arrangement 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 …

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my mouth of the more copious portions of dung which he had so generously besmeared me, you stopped in a most interesting part of your story. My son, you have conquered ! In me the pas- sion of vanity has ever been stronger than that of even the purest and profoundest affections. Let us continue ! He elegantly disengaged himself from my back, leaving me to withdraw a weary and sodden stern- post from the accommodating gentleman’s love- passage of the affectionate goat (whom I will wager my readers have forgotten, for I very nearly did). The arch…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 7

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ed to say) adored by a certain unsavoury coterie for the baby- ish beauty of his face, with its unfathomable eyes, its small and scarlet mouth, and the impudent cynicism of his — bottomless lust, I would say, but for the peculiar inappropriateness of the epi- thet. In a word he was the foremost scholar and courtesan of his year. It would be admittedly ridiculous to claim the latter note of his life as hypocritical ; only prigs will so stigmatize the former. A boy of 20 does not render Thomas à Kempis into Greek Anapaests without genuine scholar…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 22

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… we ever meet — what ho ! I’ve a belly-full of boiling emo- tion-emulsion to shoot up your Two-penny-tube, your Penny-Pipe, or into your mouth, or to splash all over your bubbies, your dear fat butter-pats, your rosy-buttoned titties, or wherever you like. And when I can’t spunk any more, I’ll suck you off till your back aches and your eyes are blue all round, and your gallimaufry is as sore as my gully-raker will be when you’ve clapped me, and pissing is like passing red-hot needles, and the stricture holds my fuck back till the crisis nearly …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 30

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ed by, and still the unsurpassed bladder of the unclean animal of the Semite and the Mussulman shot out its hissing torrents. Her greedy mouth frothed and seethed with the o’erflowing bil- lows ; for the poor lass’s throat, do what she might — and she had done her best to swallow many a slime stick, thereby noticeably enlarging the pas- sage — was still too small to dispose of the formi- dable current of urine with which her too complai- sant lover now furnished her. Her merkin too dripped over the odd ends of the champion stool. “ The gospel h…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 20

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ised him from a simple parish priest to the wide fame and distinction he had won. Rapidly turning her over on to her back, he opened her mouth and performed with singular 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 strain…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 27

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…in their gaping cabbage-fields, while Imogen and Jenny were en- gaged with his elbow joints. Harry and Isaac had their drumsticks in his mouth ; Katherine got a nose-fuck, while John and Karl had him in the arm-pits, and Louis and Martin behind the ears. Laura had his tug-mutton to her own cheek, as the saying goes, for in truth her pox eaten twat en- gulfed it whole. His anus accommodated Norman, while Octavius, whose wimble, though vigorous, was minute, enjoyed his umbilicus. Peter and Quintus buggered his legs, and Robert and Samuel the bend…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 40

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…rength by copious libations of whisky, (which stood in casks at a great height above her head, and trickled down in tubes into her royal mouth, on the same principles as saline injections). But I suppose the violence of her paroxysms or the me- [38]

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