Electric_dreams: [ punch and judy goes to circus, in a victorian burlesque house ]

Friday, August 05, 2005

[ punch and judy goes to circus, in a victorian burlesque house ]

A ungodly scream cuts through this morning and its thick Essex fog, like the tooting of Titanic’s foghorn in distress, like the screeching of a marabou stork about to swallow eels, as unhuman as your nightmarish chippety-chirp of Satan’s little helpers, oh yes- this is the scream from a madwoman’s filthy throat- the fleshy lips of the butcher’s wife, as she chases after her frightened lover, running away as the sad bastard he is, frightened at the prospect of tasting some artificial cock- they’re quite wary of their arses, those soft Berkshire types, you know-

His legs propels at the prospect and moves him faster, faster away from the rabid wench galloping in his trail like a spanish inquisitor wielding her pitchfork-crucifix- His rotund man-eyes, gleaming wild with fright, bulging maniacally- the effort of running away, like a mad horse from its butcher, has taken its toll on his somewhat sturdy but blubbery physique, and the race is not over yet- he pants like a wheezy bellows in distress- whzzzzpt, hawkkktppt- gasp- whzzzpt- (koff, koff).

-Rrrrraaaaahhhh! Her Victorian underpants flap and flutter in the wind, in all their newfound glory- (running away from the bedroom just like that, the cheeky bastard, not enough man to finish the act, eh?) -the corset snaps and warrants a cascade of swearing, her pace quickens as in spite, the grotesque wobbling of gigantic tits enjoying their freedom- She stomps forward like a ship in full storm, like a fast-rolling mountain of slippery jelly, like the amoebic plight of five million and seventy-seven bactaerial parasites, jumping and scrumping in the dawn of Man.
-Come back, she screams, c’me back ’ere you slaaaag, i LOVE you and want to have your retarded babies! -Oh, Rupert, Rupert PUHLEEASSEE!!
But Mr. watchmaker Rupert Snodgrass, the elder, is already over the hill, and gone-
With running sweat and the early stages of syphilis, she takes a furious chew of her tobacco, curses the gods, spits, and trods for home.

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