Book of Wine & Seizures- An Thou Be Lord, Prithee Come Me Riche Ch 1 Momentous Among Us

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Yea, Habogus hath gone out and lernt the sounds of all animals that flit & skitter in the earth, and can emit this their sound or that, by which rendrance asserteth he now his godbones, saying, Well, I did make all the animoles, and unto them voice did give; lissen: (and he maken some sounds). And among the peopel, the glad of heart found in him truth unglimpst by those wry and querrulous; and they the heartglad calld after him, Our Lord, while the others kept to the path of hell, which every man deserveth.

And in his wake across the sands playd a plague of clamorous gods claiming after that same line of glory that Habogus hath workt. For seeing the glorifaxien of Habogus, a passel of imitators went staking a godship upon the rendring of animul sounds, and coming on hard for gold wheresoe’er they presented, crying, Take out a morgidge on thy place and follow me. But their sounds were a straind artifice, like unto the skwurk of a sandal off dungeon stone. And lambastend were they for blasfemia against that one credibol creatist which was Habogus Accepted. Yea, even were some animoles them selfs lambastend for their own dismol sounds versus those proper sounds of Habogus, the like of which these animals them selfs oughts to have made.

And Habogus saith, I have escaipt squat & squalor to come dansing out amongst the night stars and be ador’d. Better I than some of these others: aleasts, I can make the sounds. (And he did then some exemplary Kinkajou, and some safari cat, and some lion-&-the-lamb, all wrung out against a concludary glottal dollop of cock-atop-housechicken.)

And even those which laid light regard unto the sounds of animals, toning not their souls to the blessed resonance of yowl & growl, e’en they also gat out their bunche to see him, for that he was likend unto a carnivol. And he holden together that nation with the whizzing spit of his torrenchial speech, and with circus & charizmo. And the cliques & clusters all gobbd aroundabouts him, and the quibblers clickt together, and the fractious factiens stitch-ed their snickety splits and agglutinated ever well. And a man came up and joind.

amongst the night stars- Schafer illustration

’Tis not all so wrong or foul, saith Habogus unto him self; for this is that we need, all this viscid mutualidy. Behold, I am that spirital weaver who weaven these brambles into so much crusht velvet, weaving together as one glamorus rug these peopels so odious by them selfs.

And he goeth out and saith unto them such things as, Let that pain to diminish. Long enow hast thou borne it, little sister; let it go. And such sayings were receiv-ed exceeding well out there. And he sampld of their goldstuffs and of their goodfoods which they did offer, and took pleasure with mortals.

And he went he up unto his burrow palace there in the side of good hill Highhigh, diggd and adornd by those devoted he callt his mole men (tho they thought them selfs of standard personry). And he there took rest, and did survay his charts, seeking greater city. Tho rustick godhood hath its dusty delights, there sitteth on every god’s heart the yen to soar, to hang bedazzlers o’er more than a crush of strawmuckins. And upon Habogus the answer presseth hard: More city; fresh makes. Fat streets and grease.

And Habogus sippt his relaxant and doz-ed before the fire, gratified in his stride to the present, eager in the look ahead. O, whispreth he, How quite so very ~~~ extra ordinery ~~~ it all turn-ed out for me.