Poetic-Verses
NOTTINGWOKSTON
JOY SUN
DEDICATION
To The King Most Holy. Walk tall out of doubt. For Share.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
1. FORESTÉ OR BUSHDOM
2. THE COOLER SPIRIT OR QUENCHER SPIRIT
3. IMPORTED LEVESIA
4. GOOD DAY
1
FORESTÉ OR BUSHDOM
About those borders of Will and Forests of Hae at Equex in Broom Mangroves near Green mountains at Bright way Hall, Fix Pieces, was a place called Nottingwokston.
At Savanson or pure bright morn days or years of intellectual acclaim, they still lived in darkness - physical, cognital, perceived and onerous degrees of darkness. Darkness was their next name. An insecure apartment in history, a dark, sooty colony, this bedeviled land which claimed it was the best of places, was a witch hole.
Literally, all things were stagnant. Nothing worked, from the mill to the millingdrome. Bushdom, or Bushdomain was its next name. Some Abients called it Foresté. Their pride included tortorture or the culture of torture which some have rightly called "vulture": the culture of vultures. If they were vultures or subtenderists, then they lived in rubbagedom.
While nothing worked, it was plain truth that something caused it - something beyond the eyes. Hunger and evils prevailed and was the common sight morn after morn, year after year. What then caused this? The sablotyzers or peoplesquare perioders or unseen fellows. Who were these unseen fellows? They were the Brats of Hae Fox that descended from the Urim and worked naughty in their realm, lovers of the saflotiders.
These unseen fellows were cookspirits or afforders of Nue Hae or the worst parahovics quin trousins can make, as they say in Holorville. Sintomaya was the name. It means a swim of dark soot or wind that influenced all, causing bogmindedness or laziness of the mind, spirit and body - or else, rude whited wickedness? Sintomaya agravatonda as it would usually later be called was just submission or tenderness to the wart lords of sofis, who were unseen fellows.
"Eyes have not seen" was the phrase; meaning, as they said in Eyipti, that "those who have eyes have killed the blind" or affiliates of the unseen fellows were better of and that non-collusists were at worse ends or sufferers of the real impact: worse hit hunger, bedeviled environments, lack - stinging lack, unreached aims or futures, unreached desires, violence, victimization and the sad sad sintomaya which had been rightly predicted that "the love of [Miya] is the root of all evil."
Were the worse lords feeding fine and their subtenderists, as they subscribed to unseen fellows? That was to be for a while.
2
THE COOLER SPIRIT OR QUENCHER SPIRIT
The effect that gripped hearts and controlled all in Nottingwokston was the cooler spirit, with a higher version of it called the quencher spirit. This literally involved picking Nottingwokston or any other thing and placing it in a cooler in Ovimor or the ten plantain, locking it there till minds were cool about it. This was a practice of the subtenderists of the unseen fellows.
Another will practice, as it's called, was quencher spirit which involved going into the Ovidom at mor to quench any lit little rooms flame which should spark into a mighty inferno, either to consume sorrowprite or the illers or the unseen peoples and their subtenderists by cool fill or bripe mouth, the blower. Chill effect was the result: the people were indifferent to their needs as much as unseen fellows gave them sided benefits: mobile phones of $2 for their naked amoral girls who kept them sickly and weakly, mudhouses, tiny job offers, rickety cars they never made, worn clothes imported from importables which they never made, or anything else.
These subtenderers of Unseen fellows were usually users of Oxofair and destroyed soft peretenes and were called to destroy. They were everywhere and made up to near ninety percent of the total inhabitants of Nottingwokston.
They had no engineers, but only some morozzoz known as sad engineers who neither knew anything or could delay a job for lack of knowledge nor wanting to declare so, for ninety years. These sad engineers were worse liking like least to be compared less in value than roadside untrained mechanics. They delivered worsties as work and lived on lingfingers or horrorjumpled finances that got to who-got-next-to-me's or silly equilateral meromizerfels or government officials who were subtenders of unseen fellows. If you were not a subtenderer of Unseen fellows who sat under guava trees or plantain pseudophytes for practodactos in blue moons, you had nothing - not even a pinch of sand in Foresté. Toppers they were also, who loved to quench their light or flames and would call to rope or spoil name by asking innocent non-subtenterers of unseen fellows to add their wise counsels to improve their godamsdom, just to victimize, prutinize and subclaim them as excessers when themselves are the lords of spatchy.
If you lived in Nottingwokston and were a bright fellow, flee for your life was the best advice, or they would hunt you with guns, mattocks or by their mortal science - Pepto air or wicry.
3
IMPORTED LEVESIAS
Nothing was made in Nottingwokston: everything was imported. They were dependents in bright noon day or modest quests. Every least work in Nottingwokston was done by an imported levesia. Once, an imported levesia was found to be an illeterate who knew nothing even about what he was asked to do. Every imported levesia everywhere made themselves great feeding swell on Nottingwokston's revenue.
There were no bumple airs or soothsetayas or even ilmilk or water. If you watched a television in Nottingwokston, you would soon find it shaky, then an 18th century figure that looked like a man or whatever would be displayed with what looked like a cursed triangular palm and would say "please, stay tuned." Then you would know that the watching was over. Someone then would yell: "indeed, the sad engineers are working!"
If you wanted to live spirit good or spirit well or flesh well or flesh fair or mind sound or mind well, then you needed to import a voomdoo from Parakarata made by lavensia whose duty was to sign a pact with the judgetolets to send them down in volumes and share proceeds in the Afangus, which were usually daft resources fixed together by Parakarata kids who had no other duty than to imitate the use of soft peretenes by Baoxages. A worthless collusion - nothing worked in Nottingwokston. If you went to offices in lampston clear days or work hours, you would find these impoverished subtenderers sitting and listing and eating boiled groundnuts as time slipped by. Anything conceivable happened in Nottingwokston - from the missing of cars to the missing of girls to the missing of fowls. Once, a subtenderer was caught having stolen a fowl and putting it in his agbada and forcing the fowl not to coo-coo till he was caught. When he was caught, he said it wasn't his fault - it was the devil's work - devil's work it was truly, and his Lord subtenderers were the devil's workers.
Associents or supposed truth interpreters shelved the truth and became money mongers, defending the woesharers and afflicting the defenseless. Whatever they wanted was for their interest and not for anyone in Nottingwokston. Roads called Emerigos would have stowed mud droves in their centers high up to the heavens, potholes that could swallow storey buildings or litter tons worth a fair display by their sides. In Nottingwokston, the devils ruled the devils.
If a lordsitter was not an unseen fellow subtenderer, he would be killed in what was often called Quinskilling or mysterious mishaps. Often, no one knew what went wrong till it was found for every Quinskilling fellow, the Zee-Y-Zee or State Security Services who kept, owned and confiscated the Fambrands did the killings for the Lords incumbent subtenderers of Nottingwokston.
Houses were carton shades while roads were rat routes for rat journeys or follow-through upways that fatigued and delayed any meaningful minded person. Everything was done for them.
Everybody delivered the poorest or drool quality work ever found. They were once asked to bring their ingenuine Quests to the Paulbuttersdom National fair and they brought weaved baskets from the rafia of palms. If a comframit came up and was about to do well, they got in there to work and hypnotized it or blew boo hae on it till it quenched. New equipments would suddenly stop working or malfunction.
If a fire engulfed a place, it was useless to cry; the best thing to do was to stay in the building and die or just watch it go up in flames since the devils led and dominated the fire services department, were stagnant, drab, and offered decayed services.
The students, including higher learners all copied and delivered transcopied answers in close book examinations or tests back to the examiners and learnt or mastered nothing. The aim of the tests which was to approve memory was defeated. This unseen fellow subtenderists were having it all till a certain day.
4
GOOD DAY
If in hospitals the hispitalliers afflict and are unseen people subtenderers, then their hospitals were well best known as cemeteries: quiet cemeteries with ghosts in white walking about. Their law courts were unseen fellows abattoirs good in condemning the innocent, while their churches were pork alters where unseen fellows subtenderer pastors, choiresters, church workers and members fed jaw-full with flesh of innocent peoples. "Good day"! That's how it was called, just like they'd say "well done" when they did no good but rather evil. "Good day" was that day it all ended. Troops were filing from Ogemoshien down, some were on air, others were on sea to pay a people that deserved it. What caused all these? The Nascal Agreement. This agreement was reached in Subtloclovers by the subtenderers of the church and the mosques of Nottingwokston: it was a pact that was signed by ninety nine savvy right lords that the unseen fellow subtenderers of the mosques and church in Nottingwokston would keep on wickedness and never fight themselves: and that Lord Ruth who had occasioned an attempt to destroy this evil as a soldier would not return. Now, Lord Ruth had come with imported Fellers to shake down and give them the jugan judgement of sour salads.
It was in windy August. Lord Swell, the eminent, was seated with his chocolate titlers eating spoon broom when the anaxis, his secret Chamberlains informed him that he should "flee however, because the worst had happened". Lord Swell pulled his shoes and began to race in the wind with his floating garment but he was napped by the Boi Wel soldiers and taken to Sam Pitters. In Niquix tea, all of Nottingwokston was sunk down by heavy jungems.
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