400k wds, some neologisms. Story of a young bohemian bawn and bred in the briar patch that lay between the borders of St. Elvis Era and the Eleusinian Feels of alternity.
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Preface
(We think this disk depicts a transitional period during which the old Fashionist Regimen was replaced by a Seventies maniarchy. --Oxhideus Cupro)
Devadvent of Lilith
Adimus and Hiva paid their Mystery dues, carried thyrses blossoms in the Grand Procession, and underwent silva-nitiation in its every course, then, sin the Athenian fashion, brought home the mysst and cerebrated the math with non-initiates. Thus Bubba learned the Deeping Magick illucidly, out back behind the temple door, his psi fees unrendered, his safety-guards outvoked, all monkey paws unhindered.
Came the fall and Bubba, finding himself loveless, determined to try imagimancy and summon a mate to salve his plight and wig-warm his dwelling-space.
And so at the watching hour one Elfhellos Eve, Bubba climbed the hainted starway at Hivad Hows, sat in the half-lotus position before the triune gable windows, and time-paired the mythra-musical brew for ero-cation of the She-ity.
Into the ethereal love potion he stirred angst of naught, speeder's aches, soy oil from a newly dug rave, itchies groom and bride of bathe, wishes rew, morgen jew, and clew of the lying gumshoe, fear of chats, tallies of brats, and sallies of bats.
He let it simmer for a day and a year, then invoiced the High Magis traits: Higher brow and cumlay, literate and tonguely, courtly, neither taylored nor twiggyed, conversant with sprites and wendering wights, slim but fest, femme celeste, and wilder mesh, to earners humane, to yearners dee Vine, warm to Tartuffes and cold to nay-chattel. Nada --
So, goofing up the geis, he forsook the spell he'd cast and went about his usual daily buzziness. Ah, but the mills of the gogs, though grinding slow, yet grandstand exceedingly fine.
For, awaaaaay off up in the ooclouded mountings of Hebbin, the goddess Juice Magnamudra was struck stark with a schplitzing hardick! And She rolled round and about on the gilded ground. She called for Her Priapus and She called for Her Baal and She called for Her fiddlers also.
"Who among ye can help Me? Who among ye can salve? For I'm baint over double with this headache, and My noggin is proceeding to halve!"
Then the houris and the dazed looked a'queasy, knowing there was nuffin they could do for Her, so they cast about amongst them for a scape-ghost at whose hooves the blame could be laid.
