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O Best Beloved, listen close; I tell a tale of sweet Ganesh, the elephant god, beloved of Xoc, born of Parvati's hand from clay (or the midnight copulations of Parvati and Shiva, wearing elephant suits). They have festivals to him, you know, and now they all weep! Because he didn't go into godding like a proper immortal, but instead moved to the city, joined a power couple, and went into head doctorin'...it's not proper, they say, it's not right. Ganesh moves through the Barb in his motivational rotational tele-locational temple, embossed in gold and betusked with pearl and ivory... |
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