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The non-existent primordial goddess Cásim with the golden egg from her anus cracking below her as representations of the four classical elements (earth, water, fire, and air) surround her.

BOOK I

INVOCATION


My heart wishes to sing of stories from our ancient past, about our history;

from the orgy of the gods to the twenty-seven year War of Trâlap; to the castration

of the heavens above; to the many wars of the gods—every single one of the conflicts—

who reside up in the great mountain Jóli, who provide us humans with everything

necessary, who are more powerful than we mere meat popsicles will ever be,

and who have the divine right to abuse and harm us however they see fit.


One day, the Tots taught the farmer Songtrõur gorgeous song while was

preoccupied with his livestock at the foot of Mount Gallows, near the forest.

The goddesses first spoke these words to him, the Tots, the muses of Jóli,

daughters of Mêmorí, daughter of Úit, daughter of Èr, some distant relation

to the bright eye Sån: “Simple farmers, worthless shits, mere and meaningless anuses,

we all know how to tell many falsehoods as though they were truthful

and, whenever we feel like it, we know when and how to tell the truth.”


To this Songtrõur the farmer responded: “If you know how to tell lies

as the truth, then there is no way to tell whether or not you sisters are

being truthful, especially if I'm telling something as important as the

history of our holy gods and the wars of our ancestors. So, I'm sorry,

I am afraid that I must reject any offer you give me to tell me your stories.

In the most simplest of layman's terms, you sisters: Begone, Tots!”


The daughters of Mêmorí were aghast at this act of blasphemy. How dare

this vile, insignificant farmer treat the keepers of story and song in such

a disrespectful manner? He must pay for his unhallowed transgression post haste.


And so he did. The Tots, who bless men with their magical gift of song,

punished Songtrõur for his wrongdoing by shuffling the functions of every single

one of his bodily orifices: where his eyes lay now were tiny slits for urination;

his ears and nostrils switched places; the insides of his mouth were replaced

with veins and stalks for both his eyeballs; and his teeth, tongue, and vocal cords

were relocated to his anus. No longer able to speak, the criminal farmer now

could only produce horrific bellows from his rear.


The muses of Jóli also purged the blasphemer of his mortality, leaving him to

suffer in this state for all eternity.


So continued the journey of the celestial-voiced sisters, moving their delicate,

dainty arms through the air; their lengthy, gorgeous hair revealing their stunning faces,

their cerulean irises and luscious red lips. The lovely dames searched to and fro

for someone to sing their beautiful songs.


Eventually, the Tots arrived to me while I was pitching a tent near the bottom

of Mount Lòrel and, with their beautiful, godly voices, spoke these words to me:

“Listen to us, you swine, whatever the fuck it is you do for a damn living!

We all know how to tell many falsehoods as though they were truthful

and, whenever we feel like it, we know when and how to tell the truth.”


Thus said the fluent daughters of Mêmorí and they had created a stylus

out of a reed and handed it to me, along with tons of tobacco, peyote, and

toloache; some word processing software; and access to their Wix account,

breathing into me a sacred, inspirational voice so that I could celebrate

the things that have been, the things that are, and the things that will be,

and they requested me to sing of the race of the blessed, immortal gods

that will last for all time and outlast us unworthy swine by a long shot,

and I should sing praise for the beautiful Tots first and foremost.


But why all this about an oak and a rock? What does this have to do with

an oak or a rock? Why should I care about those things that keep

going around a rock or an oak? Why could it be not about a river or the rain?

Why is there nothing about snow, coldness, or trees? Is this story related

to grass and iron? Does the previous paragraph have to do with them?

Why should I give a fuck about retarded stuff that keeps chattering about

and revolving around a maple, snow, river, or a tree?


I think I might have lost my trail of thought just now.


Now let us begin with the Tots who please all, including the all-seeing Sån,

with their songs, telling of things that have been, that were, and that will be,

with deep, sultry voices in harmony, and a sound flowing smoothly from their

sweet mouths. The house of the all-mother Sån delights in their exquisite sound

as it spreads around, from the peaks of holy Mount Jóli, through the homes of

the immortal ones.


The Tots of Jóli were born in different times. The first Tots were born at the

dawn of the universe, born with the creation of their mother Mêmorí,

daughter of gleaming-eyed Úit, born with the creation of her father Èr.

The extra set of Tots came into being during the orgy of the gods,

being born after intercourse with airy Èr, bright Chîr, and each other.

Thus the nine maidens came to be, alike in thought, each with a song

in their tits, now residing in Mount Jóli, their beautiful faces and voices

sharing residency with the great big, might deathless ones that have full

permission to violate us as skin puppets as much as humanly possible.


Hence is the lifelong fate of the lovely Tots, begotten mostly by Mêmorí,

daughter of intellectual Úit: Mîusiq, Jìstorí, Pôetrï, Ãrt, Dáns, Cõmedí, Lírec,

Irátec, and Èpeq, who is chiefest of the nine as she accompanies revered royalty.


Hail, daughters of Mêmorí, daughter of Úit, daughter of Èr! Give your lovely tune

and celebrate the mighty, holy immortal gods who are permanent and immortal,

those born of broad Ürt, those from all-encompassing Scaîfadér, from bright Laít,

and those produced by moist, salty Òchen. Sing to me, Tots, how the great

gods above and Ürt came into existence, and the creeks and the rivers

and the raging, all-encircling, lustful sea kept in place by Ürtaívur, the great turtle.


Tell it all from the very beginning, tell me what happened first, and tell

me which god had been born first.


THE CREATION


Before the sea and the earth and the all-engulfing heavens came to be,

the entirety of the universe displayed nothing; no sights, scents, or sounds.

Yet in that void, all barren and vacant, the universe exhibited also a goddess,

which men have named Cásim, with women giving the same name as well.

Cásim was a transparent, featureless vacuum, composed of nothing but nihility,

engulfing all the unoccupied universe with her arid body, sitting around acting inert.


On her inception, Cásim, the primordial being, received a vision, its origin a mystery,

about a massive golden object, ovular in shape, the surface ever lustrous and glorious.

The goddess was at a loss for a solution; no idea had arrived to her

as to what this item was from her vision or how to retrieve this object.


The chasm remained in the empty vacuum that also consisted of herself

with no actions to do or songs to sing. She remained in the void, often

thinking to herself about the mysterious vision, the meaning of it,

the meaning of them, the definition of he, the explanation of she, the answer

to those, and how to collect this mysterious gilt spherical object from her dream.


Numerous eons and ages of thought and planning for the chasm goddess

finally developed in resulting with absolutely no ideas or solutions whatsoever.


At last, after what seemed like a few centuries to this desolate deity, but

to us humans would be millions of millennia dragging on for all eternity,

the goddess thought of a way to obtain the desire from her dreams.

She moved her transparent arm, shaking the whole nonexistence around her,

and reached all the way down, directly into her southernmost cavity.


Searching deeper and deeper, going in a straight line beyond her finger ring,

Cásim the empty and all-encompassing could believe not the destitute eyes,

for she was holding the inscrutable object from the premonition she had:

an egg with the texture of solid gold and dimensions so enormous and big

they are unthinkable to the minds of mere mortal men, women, and children.


Only a modicum of time had passed since the discovery of the golden egg

did Cásim the transparent goddess of the chasm, born before men or gods,

toss the egg, her obsession ever since her birth dream, away from her.


The golden egg which originated from the deep hole of the chasm Cásim

plummeted southward all throughout the blank void of the universe.

There was no ground in existence upon which the egg could land.


After much delay, as a result of descending downward for ages,

the transparent gap deity Cásim's egg of gold suddenly flew upward,

straight north, with the velocity of a peregrine falcon.


For a great while, the amount of which presently remains unknown,

not to any mortal human, as there were no such things yet,

nor even the gods above, of which the chasm Cásim was the sole deity,

the golden egg, ever so lustrous, ascended in the direction opposite

the egg had been previously traveling, falling all the way downwards.

But later, the ascension came to a spontaneous conclusion, stopping at

what would be considered the northernmost area of the vacuum of the cosmos,

higher somehow than even feature-less Cásim, who encompassed all the universe.


Cracks appeared on the surface of the golden egg, increasing in size,

culminating with each crack contacting and intersecting one another.

The egg then fell apart under its failing, its auric surface broken and damaged.

All originally preserved within the shell now were free to spill outside.


Once loaded with absolute blankness, not a color to be viewed by the eyes,

nor a shade or tone of gray visible, not a breeze of wind to be felt,

nor any kind of heat or cold to make any contact on any possible flesh,

the countenance of everything and the whole of the universe now bore

chaotic disorder uniformly waste all around, as far as any eye could see.


The freshly released mass was naught but weight without action, a general

mixture of matter made up of heterogeneous and inharmonious elements.

The land and the water and the flame and the air were all involved

with this massive mess, yet none could walk on the earth, it was impossible

to swim in or drink from the water, the flame could produce no heat,

and the air felt solid.


No element kept its shape nor size nor temperature; all were in struggle

with one another in a single form: the hot with the cold, the dry

with the wet, the solid with the liquid, the liquid with the gas,

the chaste with the perverse, the primary colors with the secondary colors,

the tertiary colors with the primary colors, the liberals with the conservatives,

the liberals with the progressives, and the Bloods with the Crips.


An unidentified deity, still unknown to this day, who was tired of this nonsense,

intervened in the situation and brought this conflict into a conclusion.

He parted the sea from the sky and he split the fire from the land;

he extricated the elements, so to free them from the muss of chaos,

and gave the new spirits realms and tied them down in a tranquil covenant.


The flowing goddess Uáter was placed in the direction of the sunset;

the same mysterious god relocated glowing Faír all the way down to the

lowest region of the cosmos; the god, in direct contrast to his arrangement of

gushing Uáter, positioned malleable Èr to the sphere of the sunrise; and finally,

all-encompassing Ürt, she who bears all things and beings living and dead,

was transplanted by the spirit to the uppermost and highest cosmic area.


THE CHILDREN OF THE FOUR ELEMENTS


From Uáter, all on her own, were born deep-swirling Òchen, the ocean goddess,

crashing all against dark Ürt, the mighty goddess who bears all and everything;

woebegone Sát, who spreads misery to men, along with women and children, and all

creatures and plants and minerals; benign and loving Píss, he who has wet ear backs;

icy, white Còd; pristine, fair-haired lady Pîur; fresh-faced Lobb, who, with his arrows,

brings romance between men and women, and between two men, and amongst two women,

and towards children, and towards adults, and amidst children and adults, and amidst varying

species; compassionate Naïs; the single terrible Fìr, who produces horrors that drive her twin

sister, Tred, to grab the hearts of all and purge them of all happiness;

arable Jârbest who produces crops for the livelihood of men; and lethargic Böm.


From Faír were born shining Laít; the all-seeing sun, Sån; blazing Jît;

irate Ěnguer, he who imbues rage in even the most calmest of living beings;

vigorous god Ênerchí, producer of power; fair-haired, clean Pîur; deadly Rüen,

who breeds and unleashes devastation and havoc; aggressive Jǒstel; and green Fúrtel,

she who is responsible for the creation of all life of all kinds.


From brilliant Laít, son of Faír, came joyous Chîr; unconcealed, open Trüt, appearing as

a lovely nude maiden; Chôstes, the eyeless good lady of counsel; and Deámerícanüeí,

the ever brash god of foolish bravery and promoting freedom and equality to foreign

lands but often denying some of those to his homeland.


Ěnguer, the short-tempered son of Faír, bore fresh-faced Lebïdo, eternally youthful god

of lust who loosens limbs, the reason behind erections and arousal; remorseless Comôpens,

distributing to violators of laws what is due; and all-destroying Destroíer.


Loose-bodied Èr produced the eight Uènds, the brothers who produce blasts and gales:

Nort, the blizzard-lord who lives in the uppermost realm; Íst, who shares his home

with the rosy-fingered dawn; Nortíst, who resides between his two brothers;

Saót, residing in the lowest domain, near the heat, the warmth, and near Alabama;

Saótíst, who resides between his two brothers; Üest, placed in the heart of civilization,

in the turf of the sunset, running all the way through Babylon and the desert;

Nortüest, who resides between his two brothers; and Saótüest, who resides between his

two brothers.


Airy Èr, along with the raging Uènds, bare also Scaîfadér, all-knowing sky god,

made equal to Ürt, to envelope her on all sides, to hold her hills and canyons,

and to be an ever-sure living-space for the gods blessed and deathless;

Lèbertî, bringer of freedom, destroyer of tyranny; eggheaded, gleaming-eyed Úit,

and short-sighted, doltish Dom, ironically enough. Úit, daughter of fluttering Èr,

bare upon birth Mêmorí, who upon birth bare the first Tots: Mîusiq, Jìstorí, Pôetrï,

Ãrt, and Dáns.


Laying with no one, broad Ürt bore constant Steïbel; green Fúrtel, she who is

responsible for the creation of all life of all kinds; the terrible Taím,

bearing the countenance of an old man, carrying the ever-spinning, spiral-faced wheel

Saïcul, and wearing the nicest, most efficient jogging shoes anyone's ever seen;

tender Mõderlí; pristine, fair-haired Pîur, goddess of cleanliness; and dark Dãrc.


Of rayless Dãrc were born black Naít, who generated Drîm and Naítmer; terrible Fìr

and her twin sister Tred; the evil twin brothers Dët and Slìp; sinister Dum; and

terrible Taím, bearing the countenance of an old man, carrying the ever-spinning,

spiral-faced wheel Saïcul, and wearing the nicest, most efficient jogging shoes anyone's ever seen.


Upon the simultaneous arrival of all these spirits, Böm produced a wave of apathy

amongst all the undying gods, including Böm himself. This period of inaction lasted

to what the deathless deities above seemed like more than an eternity; this magnitude

of disinterest could be barely be apprehended to even the most cerebral of the

most wisest of all philosophers.


Afterward, a sudden spark from Lebïdo, son of Ěnguer the son of Faír, struck all

the permanent gods. The hold of boredom over them had officially come to an end.


THE THEORGY


Uáter mated with Èr, creating the pair of siblings known as clouds and sea smoke;

the various cloud nymphs of varying thickness and sizes now reside way above

all-bearing Ürt. The clouds lied with their moist mother and bare drizzly Reîn.


Icy Còd laid with Reîn, who creates the precipitation that helps crops grow,

and produced niveous Snö, who develops the flurries. Sweltering Jît and nautical

Òchen joined Uáter and Èr in steamy intercourse, spawning the vile demon

Tõndurǔr, the beast whose hair consists of dark, moist stormy clouds and

whose mere movement of his arms causes the most horrific gusts of a storm

and who owns the terrible bright and forked whip that he crashes earthward,

with deadly and lethal results.


The eight Uènds engaged in the bacchanalia as well. Conjugating with Còd, daughter

of aquatic Uáter, mother of wintry Snö, the brothers and the frozen one

unleashed the wretched monstrosity Jeïl, who storms hurricanes of white solid ice.

The windy brothers laid with blistering Jît along with frozen Còd, producing

the rotating, lethal brute Tòrneído, a violent creature who extends the total distance

between the land men walk on to the very bottom of a cloud.


Simultaneously, shining Laít simultaneously mated with Èr, his son Scaîfadér,

Uáter, and her daughter Òchen, and consequently bare the multicolored messenger

from the heavens, Mèsenchér, who usually appears after the clouds lose their gray

color and all-seeing Sån shines her rays on the wet land, riding through the air

in a circular rainbow bearing a message to humans from the immortal ones.


The Tots, muses to all poets and artists, engaged in the saturnalia as well.

Concupiscent Lebïdo laid with poetic Pôetrï and bare Irátec, Tot of sexually

explicit stories. Atmospheric Èr coupled with Pôetrï too, producing thrilling Èpeq.

Exuberant Chîr, daughter of lustrous Laít, son of Faír, cohabited with Pôetrï and

birthed mirthful, humorous Cõmedí. Musical Mîusiq then lay with her poetic sister

to create lovely Lírec.


But no lust was prominent towards the immortal ones than towards broad Ürt.

Faír and his scorching daughter Jît fornicated with the earth, penetrating her crevices,

climaxing with the primordial one shooting his torrid flames into the mother of all,

giving birth to siblings Maîgma and Lâba; along with sooty, talented Forch; and

minerals and gems similar to one another in nature.


Afterward, Òchen, sinuous daughter of Uáter, fondled the surface of dark Ürt,

mating with the massive mother and bearing the rivers and creeks, like the Rancocas.

The spark from lecherous Lebïdo seemed to affect Òchen a little too strongly;

so strong was her urge for the all-bearing earth, with aggressive fornication,

that the earth was drowning in the ocean's bellicose, gushing liquids.


ÜRTAÍVUR


Suddenly, to alleviate the peril of Ürt, an enormous turtle appeared by seemingly

the will of an unknown god, perhaps the one that organized the primordial mess

that first formed the universe all that time ago. The turtle, known later to men,

women, and children—this seems to have been the second time that joke was used

and it already feels old, obvious, and repetitive—as Ürtaívur, flew from the sky.


With just a move from his mighty leg, Ürtaívur freed Mother Earth's head

from the blue surface of the daughter of Uáter and back into the realm of air.


The moment, however, the turtle ceased moving his limb, Òchen merely resumed

her lust toward all-bearing Ürt, but the massive turtle swirled all his limbs and

his tail with cyclonic speed. Consequently, the aquatic surface of Òchen suddenly

developed waves of varying sizes, becoming rough and choppy. Òchen, moist

daughter of aqueous Uáter, still lusts to the all-mother Ürt and the great

turtle, Ürtaívur, spins his limbs to keep the ocean at bay.

The initial mating of the ocean and the earth resulted in development

of tiny, mossy nymphs. They would mate with Jît, scorching daughter of primordial

Faír, to form the first trees, plants, and bushes.


Now the great, all-encompassing sky, Scaîfadér, lay too dangerously close to broad

Ürt, leaving no space for the clouds in the air or for the developing plant life

on the surface of the earth, totally engulfing her surface. Ürtaívur, using all his might

and strength, tried to shove Scaîfadér up, but the son of exposed Èr got

aroused at the mere thought of being close to the large mother, and he became cocked

and rigid so his vertical member would remain on massive, rotund Ürt.


The giant turtle was at a crossroads at what to do about this predicament:

the heavens were lusting towards mother earth, keeping an erect hold on the

object of his desire; if he were to lay on top of her again, there would be

no breathing room for the moss on the surface and the clouds of the air;

but to prevent all-covering Scaîfadér from suffocating Ürt, the plants,

and the clouds, the turtle Ürtaívur would need to bite off the member of

the great sky, which could possibly regrow and the turtle would have to do

the entire process over again.


Ürtaívur thoroughly thought about this situation, evaluating all the pros and cons

of each solution, for some time, which to us humans would feel like precisely

one yoctosecond.


Gathering all his courage, Ürtaívur moved his topmost head towards the sky's

bottommost head and castrated the heavens. Thinking quickly, the turtle placed

the still-rigid genitals in the realm of the north, placing them against the heavens.

This only partially worked because Scaîfadér merely made his move on the

remaining areas.


Again did Ürtaívur bite down and tore off the heaven's atmospheric meat stick

and giant eggs, placing them this time in the lowest domain, in the area

of pure heat. Scaîfadér, who engulfs the entire world and would later be the

home of the immortal gods, was deterred not by this at all.


Scaîfadér regrew his genitalia afresh and Ürtaívur once more eunuchized the heavens,

placing the celestial manhood in the area of the sunrise. The sky grew his erect

phallus anew and the turtle, after emasculating the god, moved the severed shaft

to the domain of the sunset. This process repeated for the directions in-between.

Finally, at long last, after an octet of ethereal orchidotomies, massive Scaîfadér,

equal to size of the surface of Ürt, became limp as a result of the indignity of

being upheld by his severed straight serpents all around him. His lust for

the all-bearing mother had died off.


The many castrations caused a massive ocean of blood to land on the surface

of the earth, who was already encircled by the lustful ocean. The giant turtle

Ürtaívur created a crevice in broad Ürt to drain the blood and put it away,

feeling confident that it would never reappear and be of no further importance,

but of course we all know better than that, and the heavenly blood will play

a significant role much later on.

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