An excerpt from a sequence of 31 perfect anagrams of Genesis 4: 9-13 in which Cain shares an apartment with Father K. in a disputed territory.
Genesis 4: 9-13
And the Lord said unto Cain, Where is Abel thy brother? And he said, I know not: Am I my brother’s keeper? And He said, What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother’s blood crieth unto Me from the ground. And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother’s blood from thy hand; When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength; a fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
Cain and Father K. share a property. A hutch in the suburb of bachelorhood. Overhung by cheesecloth, shoehorned with mutton & things reabbreviated. The hairy household mythologist & his adherent undertow. Ornamentation: a hat, bunch of rhododendrons. Diadem the width of a yacht; Oh, seventeenth endowment. Don’t try to thwart a stammered buffet. This, the trillionth interlude. The buttonhook will have his thread, the drogue, her logorrhea.
Father K. & Bourbon in the bathtub. Why, that escalated fast! Whenever he unhands it, he shivers. I say we are unthinkably connected. His retort: a wooded Tarot rant, third odour hushed with boyhood horrors. Never seen death that uncompetitive. Get uninterpreted blancmange, FWD: hearth light. Ah, rhombohedral monolith to the hundredth motherhood! Ah, tenth cheetah hemorrhaging by domed foothills! A cloud of flies, their toothy neurons out.
We enrol at HRH Ethelred University at Adah’s behest. Cain has taken 10 evening modules:
Arsehole Theory
Misunderstanding 101
Heartburn Studies
The Novelette
Troubleshooting the Mithridatised
The Modern Underachiever
Draw in H, 2H, 3H, 4H, 5H, 6H, 7H, 8H & 9H (& Rub)
Footnote Clutter
NSFW
Father K:
Doubt
Hebrew
The Churchy Batholith
Bird Orthography
To Deflower The Footpath & Ha-Ha
Cottonmouth
Noncomformity
Downloaded Hoodoo
Adah:
Threat
Bayonetting
A double kitchen, unventilated.
CAIN: Hive the territories tighter.
ADAH: How do we reign?
CAIN: Through obviousness.
FR. K.: Autonomously.
CAIN: That toot will be your only line, wretch!
[Slays him.]
H.R.H.: Fab. Art thou happy? Mm?
ADAH: No. Th- Thou?
H.R.H.: More than this tic bulb degenerate browbeaten horridly earthward. Or than–
ADAH: Cheat!
H.R.H: Outvoted, underdressed offender, hormone offshoot. [He teethes.] Th- th- th- th- th- the doghood dethronement. Best end-
[End.]
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