In Stuttgart-Wurttemberg a man with gambol-leg skips across the midway, not sure which way is east, which west. Lifting himself up from the ground, as he had fallen, teetering, moments before, he opens the door to the haberdashers, the bell over the transom tinkling. ‘…what can I do for you my dear man…?’ inquires the stout haberdasher. ‘…can you measure me for a new pair of trousers please…?’ says the man. Valle del Cauca, the sole proprietor and tailor of the Urmston Men’s Haberdashery, looks the man up and down, eyeballing his former tailor’s handiwork. ‘…perhaps something with pleats and longer in the leg…’ he offers, the man gazing down at his trousers. ‘…or a wider fob with silver threading…’. Turning to leave the man says‘…fobs and longer legs, pure madness…’. Her feet square to the curb the harridan watches the man leave the haberdashers, his feet making quick with the pavement. The man trips ass over head, the door slamming loudly behind him, the sole proprietor biding him a not so fond farewell. Gamboling he heads up the midway, trousers whistling.
Basildon Hebei and Dejesus set out to find the missing whore’s glove, the Witness (the pamphleteer, the desecrator of simple things) hot on their heels. Dejesus met Basildon Hebei at The Feast of Octave of St. Camillus where the Flabiol Cobla Trio played for a salt of foot stomping enthusiasts. The harridan’s sister, sitting in the grove under the statue of Magot de Valor, wept for joy, the flabiol player eying her amorously from atop the carousel stage, the Xeremier striking a manly pose, the tamboril keeping the trio in sync. Turning, Dejesus said ‘…life is a funny old dog…’. ‘…yes, a funny old dog...’ replied Basildon Hebei. ‘…I had a dog once…’ said Dejesus. ‘…a funny old dog…? asked Basildon Hebei. ‘…a firecracker of a dog…’ replied Dejesus, the flabiol player ogling the harridan’s sister from the carousel stage.
The day De Cauca Guacar died Dejesus went hunting for turtles behind the pumphouse. He remembered De Cauca laid out in the saltbox, the deacon sermonizing about De Guacar’s time in Valle del Aizkraukles where he worked for the Arbuckle Steamship Company. De Cauca Guacar died on the 4th of July 1964 from whooping and a persistent fever, further complicated by a rotten tooth left to fester and rankle. De Cauca, as he went by De Guacar, De Cauca and De Cauca Guacar, lived out the last years of his miserable life working for the Liepaja Stepbrothers (of Latvia) loading up the boot of their car with old shoes and heel supports, the stepbrother’s paying him with bootblack and tinned flatfish.
Basildon Hebei and Dejesus set out to find the missing whore’s glove, the Witness (the pamphleteer, the desecrator of simple things) hot on their heels. Dejesus met Basildon Hebei at The Feast of Octave of St. Camillus where the Flabiol Cobla Trio played for a salt of foot stomping enthusiasts. The harridan’s sister, sitting in the grove under the statue of Magot de Valor, wept for joy, the flabiol player eying her amorously from atop the carousel stage, the Xeremier striking a manly pose, the tamboril keeping the trio in sync. Turning, Dejesus said ‘…life is a funny old dog…’. ‘…yes, a funny old dog...’ replied Basildon Hebei. ‘…I had a dog once…’ said Dejesus. ‘…a funny old dog…? asked Basildon Hebei. ‘…a firecracker of a dog…’ replied Dejesus, the flabiol player ogling the harridan’s sister from the carousel stage.
The day De Cauca Guacar died Dejesus went hunting for turtles behind the pumphouse. He remembered De Cauca laid out in the saltbox, the deacon sermonizing about De Guacar’s time in Valle del Aizkraukles where he worked for the Arbuckle Steamship Company. De Cauca Guacar died on the 4th of July 1964 from whooping and a persistent fever, further complicated by a rotten tooth left to fester and rankle. De Cauca, as he went by De Guacar, De Cauca and De Cauca Guacar, lived out the last years of his miserable life working for the Liepaja Stepbrothers (of Latvia) loading up the boot of their car with old shoes and heel supports, the stepbrother’s paying him with bootblack and tinned flatfish.
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