A Cunning Hemophiliac
There was once a cunning Hemophiliac
Thinking he could exploit a local taboo
Whereby an object becomes a Chief’s
Should he spill his blood upon it.
And the Hemophiliac went around
Spilling his blood here and there
Saying to people those objects were his
Because he is their Chief.
But soon his enemies collected the blood and threw it into a pit of faeces, and then they threw the false Chief into the pit. Then they said “Behold the blood of the fraudulent Chief who has made a fool of you. See how easily it mixes with your excrement!”
Prophesy and Tongues
Within the Head of a Great Bank
There dwells a guardian spirit
And it must be protected
From harm and from injury.
No hand can touch it
Nothing must cover it
And it resides on the highest floor
So that none may walk upon it.
Some bankers speak in tongues to bolster themselves, for they seek to prophesy and strengthen the bank. They all speak in tongues when they chatter, but their tongues are even more exquisite when prophesying wealth. The ones whose prophesies are greatest are called to receive large bonuses.
Long Hair is no Glory for Men
It is the custom
Among fastidious hairdressers
That as soon as the hair has been cut
The remains are whisked away
For they contain remnants of clients,
Since the hair may either
Beatify those it contacts
Or contaminate them.
The hairdressers judge for themselves. Is it proper for clients to leave the salon with their heads uncovered? And does not custom itself teach that if a man wears long hair it is a disgrace for him, but if a woman has long hair, it is her glory? For her hair is given to her to cover her sensual body.
A young girl disliked her brother so much
That she stole his bodily refuse
His clipped nails, snot and faeces
And wrapped them in gum leaves
Burying them as an effigy in the backyard
And casting a spell upon it
So that when it decayed
So then would her brother.
And so began her career practicing divination and fortune telling. She became a sorceress, a charmer, a medium, a necromancer. She inquired of the dead, sewing magic bands upon her wrists, making veils for the heads of persons of every stature, in the hunt for troubled souls.
It is believed among certain god worshippers
They will not reach heaven
Unless all matter is displaced from their bodies
And put in a safe place
And buried after death along with the carcass;
Since sacraments which release their spirit
Will also release
Their bodily effluence.
They enjoyed their bodily functions, and they dutifully watched their workings. They knew they had good processions and abiding ones. Therefore they kept their earthly confidence, which had great rewards. For they had need of endurance, so that when they had done the will of God they will receive what is promised.
In certain ancient customs
It is taboo to transfer blood
From one body to another
Or from body to earth
Unless as kindred spirits.
It is then that each nurtures the other
To bear immaculate fruit
For the love of the rest.
As is an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is the kindred beloved to each. With great delight they sit in each others’ shadows, and their fruit is sweet to taste. They go to their banqueting house, and there they declare their mutual love. Sustained with raisins; refreshed with apples, they are sick with love.