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whinnying horses bare great yellow teeth, cows bellow,
dogs howl, copulating cats scream like babies, a pen of
huge hogs, spines bristling, give a great Bronx cheer.
Browbeck the Unsteady has fallen to the sword of
Young Seward, clutches at blue intestines spurting
from an eight-inch gash. Young Seward cuts off Brow-
beck's cock and holds it pulsing in the smoky rose sun-
rise....
Browbeck screams... subway brakes spit ozone....
"Stand back, folks.... Stand back."
"They say somebody pushed him."
"He was weaving around unsteady like he couldn't
see good."
"Too much smoke in the eyes, I guess."
Mary the Lesbian Governess has slipped to the pub
floor on a bloody kotex.... A three-hundred-pound fag
tramples her to death with pathic whinnies....
He sings in hideous falsetto:
He is trampling out the vintage cohere the grapes of
[wrath are stored,
He has loosed the fatal lightning of his terrible swift
[sword.
He pulls a gilded wooden sword and chops the air.
His corset flies off and whistles into the dart board.
The old bullfighter's sword buckles on bone and
whistles into the heart of the Espontaneo, pins his un-
consummate valor to the stands.
"So this elegant faggot comes to New York from Cunt
Lick, Texas, and he is the most piss elegant fag of them
all. He is taken up by old women of the type batten on
young fags, toothless old predators too weak and too
slow to run down other prey. Old moth-eaten tigress
shit sure turn into a fag eater.... So this citizen, being
an arty and crafty fag, begins making costume jewelry
and jewelry sets. Every rich old gash in Greater New
York wants he should do her sets, and he is making
money, 21, El Morocco, Stork, but no time for sex, and
all the time worrying about his rep..., He begins play-
ing the horses, supposed to be something manly about
gambling God knows why, and he figures it will build
him up to be seen at the track. Not many fags play the
horses, and those that play lose more than the others,
they are lousy gamblers plunge in a losing streak and
hedge when they win... which being the pattern of
their lives. |