Cult of Hysteria (Unfinished)

An oath to, Hysteria!

Look up:                                     gnats!

       gnats!

                                gnats!                            gnats!

             gnats!

(nematocera… nem·​a·​toc·​era… ˌneməˈtäsərə

meaning: fleas and flies and friends and foe of the non-scientific variety,

is there even a point to the nomenclature?

But of course, for knowledge adores the dedicated.)

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Two drinks to, Hysteria!

‘The perversion of the human experience;

Cocktail glasses of murky euphoria raised by the Resurrectionists: one girl alone cannot stop their toasts, but it is Burke and Hare that down terror tonics when larvae spring from her unsutured wounds,’

These gnats! Restless, the Father has condemned an eternity to the swarm

and a lifetime to the cadaver —                16;

Female;

Hung for treason, God save the King!

and she does not complain,

for the scalpel that trudges through skin and fat is her own

and El-Gabal saw the Sun rise above Jupiter

and Elagabalus, the fraud and son of a harlot, emperor,

so there can be nothing more to fear of mania and craze

though the gnats claw and scrape against the pit of her stomach

and the wrinkled bits of her intestines

and the stones in her kidneys,

oaths are made to be kept.

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Three cheers for, Hysteria!

Look down:

g                                     a
                                                                       s!

                   n                                         t

(these are the corpses you trample on

see: the frenzy’s messengers, decomposed, decayed, deceased,

why do you hold your noses towards the sky?

But of course, your shameful pleasure can be overlooked only because it is

waist-down.)