"I got some news for you, sir"
A strange-looking creature whom I could not name told me.
"What news?" I asked, grumpily.
"We got the good news and the bad noose, sah.
Which one you want first, saar?"
The exceedingly strange-looking, nameless creatures had multiplied now
And said this in unison!
"Gimme the good news first," I said, "and keep the bad noose to yourself", I continued, still grumpy.
"Wokay, sur," they cheeped or chirped or chirruped or grumbled or groaned or grunted or mumbled or roared, I could not quite make out which as it was all done together but I could understand them.
They opened a triptych.
Then they showed me Hell.
I laughed and laughed.
The teacher who beat me till I cried was there in the nude being eaten by a giant bird in a chair -
with at least four, at least, if not twenty, blackbirds flying out of his ass into the sky (not pie!)!
I could make out it was him as we used to call him Black Bird, as that name sure suited him.
The chap who stole money from me was there shitting gold coins endlessly.
Hahaha.
The chap who always made me pay for his drinks was vomiting into the bottomless pit endlessly.
The woman who had 'unrequited' my love was being held prisoner by an ass, naturally, and made to look into a polished black surface of a monster mirror with two green legs, Shrek-like ones, while a stupid black frog (once her prince) travelled up from her bare breasts to do God knows what to her brain, which she had had none of or she would not have rejected me, in the first place, and ended up in hell.
The nameless, exceeding-strange creatures showed me sight after sight like this which made me chortle like a kid.
It was the garden of earthly delights, alright!
My name? Bosch, Hieronymus Bosch.
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