#/i am Such a ding-dong goodness gracious

[keeps-ache]

spending like 30 minutes to buff my Own signature out of a piece because i want to show it off to my parents and i accidentally deleted the save file with the watermark on a separate layer so Here I Am working away at a yet another .png

[starlightrosa]

Just found your blog and I looooveee your writing!! Your Fizz fic is so 🤌🏾🤌🏾!! Here’s a Welcome Home prompt if you’re still doing them; Lee! Eddie with Ler! Howdy, I can see Howdy just terrorizing the poor mail man for delivering the wrong package to him! I think their dynamic is like very funny 👏🏾👏🏾

Return to Sender

Summary: Eddie lands in a bit of ticklish trouble with a certain shop keeping caterpillar when the mailman hands over the wrong package. Wuh-oh.

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Thank you ever so much for the sweet words, Fluff! It warms my heart when people say they like my writing, best compliment one can get! I am sorry for the long wait, my lovely, but I do hope you like it!

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Howdy whistled a tune to himself as he moved the delivery crates from the truck and into his shop every morning, ready for the days business. The fruit barrels were set up near the door, the flowers by his counter, the vegetables ordered by colour, size, and in alphabetic order to boot. The sun wasn’t up yet, but Howdy was an early bird. Uh… early caterpillar.

“A for Apple, B for Banana, C for Cauliflower, D for Dill, E for Eggs! Now I know each ABC, who’s the smartest? Me, Howdy!” Howdy sang as he worked, ordering the foods neatly. Howdy liked a good bit of neatness in his store. It made it easier to find things, and it made his customers smile at the proud display. Howdy was a proud shopkeep. Quite honestly, best in all of the neighbourhood! Granted, he was the only shopkeep in all of the neighbourhood, but hey, it still counted.

Howdy folded each of his sets of arms, smiling proudly at the produce stands all lined up neatly. He turned to look at the clock hanging on the wall beside the door to the supply room. Eight in the morning. Prime time to open!

Howdy did his final checks before walking to the door, and flipping the sign upon his door from ‘Closed’ to ‘Open’. He smiled, his antennae wiggling proudly as he took his spot behind the counter. Howdy knew his customers and the time they arrived each day. Wally might be along soon. Perhaps Sally, for a new fabric reel for one of her costumes. Barnaby, for a hot dog.

Well, all of Howdy’s guesses were wrong. He soon heard a voice. Too jovial to be Frank. Too deep to be Julie, Sally, Poppy or Wally. Too Southern to even be Barnaby B. Beagle. No, that could only be-!

“Oh, hear the bells ringin’, a ding dong, ding dong! Feels like forever, but it ain’t been too long. Oh yes, honey, deliverin’ whatcha want, any time. Eddie the mailman don’t ask for a dime~!” came the soft voice.

Howdy found himself smiling. Eddie rarely ever sang on his rounds. He must be in a good mood. And Eddie’s happiness was contagious, for even Howdy felt himself smiling widely as the singing was comforting and welcoming.

“Oh, I don’t ask for a dime, no I do not indeed. Eddie the mailman’s got just what ya need. So come on by, friend! Don’t you be shy! Eddie’s here for ya, from mornin’ until-! WHOA!” Eddie continued singing, but that was cut short by a sharp gasp. Eddie soon tripped over a small rock in the road. His eyes were closed as he sang that jaunty tune, and then the poor mailman went face first into Howdy’s strawberry display. The mailman got himself up, his face comically coated in strawberry juice and the front of his shirt stained red.

“Oh gracious, Howdy! Ever so sorry, there!” Eddie stammered, backing up immediately. Howdy sighed. This was a regular occurrence, unfortunately. Eddie was a very clumsy individual.

“Howdy-do, Ed. You know, you really gotta watch where you’re goin’. You’ll get more bruises on ya than a banana before long.” Howdy said, trying to make light of the situation.

“Sorry, Howdy. I can’t seem to help trippin’ over things.” Eddie apologised. The poor mailman was very upset with himself.

“Hey now, Ed. No use cryin’ over it. What can I do for ya?” Howdy asked, a kind smile on his face.

“Oh right! Lemme just see here… I got a package for ya.” Eddie drawled, fishing in his mail bag for the package in question. Soon enough, he found it and presented it to Howdy. Howdy raised a fuzzy eyebrow as he curiously took it from Eddie and opened the wrapping. Out fell… art supplies.

Howdy looked at each of them. Paintbrushes of all shapes and sizes, some with softer bristles, markers, a soft washcloth too. Howdy didn’t really draw very often, so this couldn’t be for him at all. He suspected Eddie had given him the wrong thing.

“Eddie, pal… are you sure these are for me?” Howdy said slowly. “Wally might get more use from these. He’s an artist.”

Eddie’s smile slipped off his face as he looked at the label. The label on the package said it was for the business bug, but he was right. Howdy didn’t draw often at all, or have any need for this. Eddie felt himself get a little embarrassed.

“Aw, I’m sorry, Howdy. I musta given you the wrong thing again. Here, let me take ‘em back.” Eddie said, gently reaching out for them. But to his confusion, Howdy lifted the art supplies out of reach.

“Actually, scratch what I said. I might get some use from these after all.” Howdy mused, though an evil smirk began to grace the caterpillar’s face.

“But you ain’t an artist, Howdy. What possible use could you even get out of those? Hand ‘em back, and I can get ‘em to Wally!” Eddie implored, trying to reach up and get the supplies.

But that was when Howdy moved. He shot two arms out and caught Eddie’s hands, raising them above his head. “Gotcha, pal!”

“Hey now, Howdy! Let me go! I don’t have time for games!” Eddie responded, trying to gently get the businessman to let go of him.

Howdy used his other set of arms to get a paintbrush from the case he was given. While Eddie struggled, Howdy began softly stroking the paintbrush against Eddie’s stomach. Eddie tensed up almost immediately, a soft giggle leaving him before he could suppress it.

“Oh, don’t be tellin’ me you’re ticklish, pal. Is that right, Ed?” Howdy asked. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“Noho, that just ain’t true. Howdy, let gohoho!” Eddie shot back, giggles littering through his rich Southern accent as he squirmed in Howdy’s hold.

Howdy grinned and gently dragged Eddie to the floor, the caterpillar holding Eddie down quite easily. Ah, the fun of having four arms.

“You know, Ed. I think we should test these supplies before we hand ‘em off to Wally. Gotta make sure they all work the way they’re supposed to, I know Wally gets frustrated as anything if his supplies aren’t good enough to draw or paint with.” Howdy said, even as he gently pushed up Eddie’s shirt, revealing the fuzzy yellow belly underneath.

“Howdy, just what are you about to try?” Eddie asked, trying to wriggle out of the caterpillar’s grip but ultimately getting nowhere.

“Why don’t I test out these here paints first?”

Before Eddie could protest, Howdy dabbed a bit of paint onto one brush and began to paint Eddie’s belly. He had picked a green paint, drawing lines and curving the brush round on Eddie’s stomach, a move that made the mailman burst into laughter near instantly. “Guess what I’m drawing on ya, Ed! Come on, guess!”

But Eddie could not guess, being thrown into a world of laughter. He remembered when his mama used to tickle him when he was growing up, after she came home from her own mail deliveries. Eddie had thought he’d be less ticklish as he aged, but that wasn’t the case at all for the mailman. Rather, Eddie seemed to have gotten more ticklish since then.

“Oh gohohohosh! Oh, uh… ah! I-I don’t knohohow!” Eddie guessed, doing his best to wiggle about a bit in an effort to get Howdy to stop. But Howdy did no such thing.

“You don’t know? C’mon, Ed, you’re a smart guy.” Howdy teased, switching from green to red as he drew in the next part of this. “Hey, quit laughin’! You’ll make me colour outside the lines!”

“Buhuhuhut it tickles! Howdy, you’re tihihihicklin’ me!” Eddie yelped, trying to move away. But Howdy kept him down easily. Howdy finished doodling on Eddie’s tummy, his drawing of a flower resting right in the middle of Eddie’s stomach. Howdy then took that moment to gently flip Eddie on his stomach with one set of hands, the other set holding onto these art supplies.

“Okay, well the paints are definitely workin’. Now we just need to do the markers. Let’s play a game, eh Ed?” Howdy enquired, hoping Eddie would say yes.

“W-What kihihinda game?”

“Dead easy, really. It’s called Hangman. I’ll draw a word on your back and you have to guess the word. If you get all your guesses wrong, I win. But if you guess right, you win.” Howdy explained. It did sound fun…

“Fihihihine.” Eddie giggled, letting Howdy work his white shirt up. Thankfully, the strawberry juice seemed to have dried into his shirt, so Howdy didn’t get his hands stained. The shirt was a write off, though.

Howdy drew a series of little lines on Eddie’s back to make up two words. Both words, eight letters long.

“Alright, Ed. Gimme a letter. Any letter. You got twenty six to pick from.” Howdy said.

“Oh goodnehehehess… um, P.” Eddie said. Howdy snickered a little from above him.

“Not a P to be found, bud. Oh well.” Howdy said, slowly drawing the first section of the hangman’s platform. Eddie was thrown into laughter again as he felt the marker going over the divots of his ribs.

“HAHAHA! HOHOHOWDY!” Eddie cried out, squirming like anything. Howdy’s laughter from above let Eddie know that the caterpillar was having way too much fun with this.

“I’ll give ya the second word, because I’m a nice ol’ caterpillar. It’s what you work as.” Howdy smiled.

“Mailman! Mahahahailman!” Eddie guessed. His laughter grew louder as Howdy drew in the word.

“Nice! Now just one word to go.” Howdy reminded. “Pick a letter, Ed.”

“Uhuhuhum…” Eddie giggled, the feeling of the marker ghosting his ticklish back making it rather difficult to focus.

“I need an answer, Ed~” Howdy teased.

“Gah! Hahaha, oh no! Uh, R!”

“Aww, nope.” Howdy laughed, drawing the next section and the first part of the hangman diagram, the head. “I’d start getting them right, Ed, if I was you.”

Eddie’s honey rich laughter hit Howdy’s ears in response. But the mailman was nothing if not determined.

“Okay… ah, I’ll sahahay… the letter I.”

“Ah, nice. We’re gettin’ somewhere, bud.” Howdy smiled, drawing in two ‘I’ letters. “Got any other guesses?”

“T!” Eddie shot back, trying his best to keep his voice steady. Howdy nodded and drew in a T.

“Got any guesses yet, Ed?”

“I give up, Howdy! I give, it tickles too much!” Eddie gasped, barely able to stand this.

“Alright, fine. But the full phrase was… ticklish mailman~” Howdy snickered, before he set the supplies down and helped Eddie up, grinning wickedly.

“Well, think we can agree that Wally’s got some good quality art supplies coming his way. You better go wash up, Ed.” Howdy said, grinning. “You got strawberry juice all over ya.”

“You sure we don’t need a second opinion on those art supplies, Howdy?” Eddie asked, finally sending a playful grin of his own back to the shopkeep.

“Oh, I don’t think thahat’s nehehecessary, Ed.”

“Oh, but I think differently. You’re pretty ticklish too, ain’t ya Howdy?”

“Not true!” Howdy shot back.

“Oh, it is true. Get over here, Howdy~!”

“GET AWAY FROM ME, ED!”

“C’MERE, HOWDY!” Eddie called back, chasing after the caterpillar with Wally’s art supplies.

Safe to say, Wally got his art supplies a bit later than expected, and both Howdy and Eddie had pretty flowers drawn on their stomachs for a few days after that. But neither would have changed their friendship for anything.

The End!

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Alex: the f in frog stands for friendship!

Celeste: the r in frog stands for respect!

Newtwo: the o in frog stands for optimism!

Grown Up Aliza: THE G STANDS FOR GAAAAYYYYY~!

✨Random Quotes From The Fam✨

Let's get this show up on the road!

Adam: do you want something to eat?

MEMORY: THE SOULS OF THE INNOCENT!

Mewtwo: a bagel.

MEMORY: NO!

Mewtwo: two bagels.

.

Adam: guess who's gonna get a couch to fit inside the garage with no help even though it's too big to fit?

Adam: guess who managed to fit an entire couch in the house?

Mewtwo: bottoms always find a way.

Adam: I'M SCREAMING.

.

(@flake-n-rudy I COULDN'T RESIST MAKING THIS AN INCORRECT QUOTE IT'S JUST TOO GOOD)

Adam: *thinking about something that kinda distresses him, when suddenly-*

Adam, who bumped onto Newt, getting his face covered in her fur somehow: PFJFYFTFFFJTPDHHTHHFF-

Adam: SWEET ARCEUS WHO STANDS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DRIVEWAY?!

Adam: DAMN YA ASS FAT AS FUCK AND NOW I GOT FUR ON MY EYE.

Adam: WHAT'S YO PRONOUNS SO I CAN INSULT YOU PROPERLY.

Newtwo: goodness gracious-

.

Mewtwo: behold! A ceremonial fungal mask!

Adam: do you know the mushroom man?

Mew: I'D PREFER NOT TO KNOW THE MUSHROOM MAN.

Mewtwo: perhaps he wants to know you.

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Goh: i love fat cats that get picked up and look kind of alarmed about it as if their magnificent girth could have prevented this sort of injustice.

Mewtwo, picked up by Ash: HOW THEY LIFT ME WHEN I AM

LORGE.

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Adam: ladies, if he's:

tall

hairy

shredded

has glowing cyan eyes

and is widely considered to be a bad omen due to having been reportedly sighted shortly before the collapse of the silver bridge in point pleasant, west virginia, in 1967.

that's not your man, that's mewman.

Adam: or, if you have taste: that is your man, mewman.

.

Mewtwo, the next day: so last night something possessed me to get up from my bed and write all of this in the notepad.

"hey diddle diddle the dog's on the bass"

"and the bastard in the backrooms rots"

"dance with the devil and step on his toes"

"it's not murder if you don't get caught"

Adam: *literally drew this*

.

Mewtwo: we're all gonna be fine, as long as nobody teleports any bread!

Adam: i have a question!

Mewtwo: what's your question, Adam?

Adam: i teleported bread!

Mewtwo:

Mewtwo: how. much.

Adam: i have done nothing but teleport bread for 3 days!

Celeste: WHERE. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN SENDING IT?!

.

MEMORY: feelings? You know who have feelings, mate? People who beat their wives up with a gold trophy.

MEMORY: professionals have standards.

MEMORY: be polite, be efficient.

MEMORY: and have a plan to kill everyone you need.

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Adam: i like the Allay, it's cute and has plenty of uses.

Adam: like- you can just send one out, they'll go get something and it'll come back with even more of it!

Adam:

Adam: where's my can of whoopass?

Allay: death

Adam: WO-

(source: Ice Cream Sandwich, "unorganized minecraft thoughts", Youtube)

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Mewtwo: This made me so fucking angry I have to inflict it on all of you.

Newtwo: what’s the punchline here

Newtwo: wait

Newtwo:

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Pig: Huey if you don't move right this second i swear to Arceus i will slap you.

Huey: but i told you! It's not my FAULT!

Pig: that's it- *SMACC*

Huey: OWWW MY NOSEEE-

Pig: DING DONG THE DUMBASS IS DEAD.

Huey: SHUT UP-

(source: Nominal Dingus, "Saying a lot of things as Ennard", Youtube)

[libidomechanica]

Forgive

A ballad sequence

               1

Now I will side on bookshelf, in     the deadly be miss, I remember. Above, the fiddle     with Brocade; then Remembrance

after nine with all o’er each     other chants we once the water; and the best. Yet     desperate Presbyterian.

               2

A situation, with forgotten. In distant     we must encourage him from old ere I cried. That, had a reed; that of the frosty rimes     mouth, tops in my face of the eyes. And

every Káfir into works the spheres. Some pretty     death-moth briar will until Though again, when shadows, if the Tree! Would not than whatever     ride. I’ll leave itself and nights of

Absál, thou wilt thou art gone, nor Captain, somehow     should the Kingdom is the soul, your fingers think at once laugh’d, and such slight water, thou art,     and seemed us. The prey of blood sex.

               3

Away, I haunteth me, and lip;     yearning my tongue and ears: the end. Our victorious     argument, whilst I, for and

soon; that fair no sonar with heard!     Cloud, here is no end: for the pane I know what were sweep. It     is rages—why I say,

I said, flares to do. And lust, Some     lost Lady’s emblems of mine harp’d up his Supreme. Small go     much good look at things and

the silly should! Or to yon winds     adrifts its to be a Jew. Conceals it. Fair Acceptances     I in middled tea.

               4

No regions, that hands unfold in     a thou, O warriors, and the sky, and tired; next Deception     drains makes almost, not

lov’d in some richest classic Angels     tune I will be false, ere shady came to thy strange and     she knew smell may yes, Forst

befell it any Letter barn     into not mine and that your hair belief was Leave me hot     blazed up within a time

than counsel of reputed Son?     Surely trusty flower as much glory in piercing across     till say and best clasps

and from my sire towers, braves,     can hear it see thyself I’ll not to Salámán did     obeisance, of the curious;

full call times, betray how to     be wrong, where wove. Achieve these friend, which, first did and long like     a work of ten-time, lovely

son, and vain—in vain! He knew     I should not, cause I could Fate sic pleasure topiary     so those balm upon me.

They also see even chain of     Ettricken to Mire. Perhaps t was nothing, dong, but     you sickly bogles, as

once and plaster Disciple and     doth view away, did glided with all face to face or Ears     of her provocation

an only forces. Aurora     deem him warming brain, in and white line whole work to spent in     that ease me, too; for the

Tree! Could stars, that I see herself     whence, O fair sae bond—still piper lads were two weeds: but from     Káf to Káf, down by contrast

that renew him—could surmise.     And wilt thou, poor kind, as well; and bout forth resolved indeed—     our kiss, and this entangled;

than gore; a witch-on-girl than     put away, and clear with this but rejoiceth wind in the     natural. Here all her man

it Ding, turning lyre, when some in     her your tree yet you never had not been no more improved     you like joy of your praise.

               5

Yet—I leant to the true strike that make thought, such     sweet! Your for peaceful: let me her blow; threate, he ledger light euen he fled lattices, help     them surely to strainer to one, thy

face, and old yet comes that which canals of honest     spent! Country merry Flocke, as well? My you have time to the Christless wind lift him not feel     my hand testate sick of soul shall on

me. Of Creations. My favour name fly, and indeed,     death, and watches steep by something ever conquer all depart, the live wise is a     gracious to fever knew each treasure,

which discourage him out of deeds must thousand blown     away; Yet she what I say, I have see me! Jew. Them out of all melt like Alcibiades,     thought,—All labour mouth wing, dong, althought,

in guessed, but, like them like print of the hopes as     a sorry jest: but she wards your death in anothers, breathings as a prize so may pipe,     too, it shall fool me where is lost, meat

did me am changing, my Flocke, go, thou leaves like     the blushing of Ettrick’s vale. Save were still to cheere at all—which to live in longer heart     a smiles of his names of the for Captain,

and keep, or thee? Then how not be so; and in     their sense by which perhaps because I do where is cruel fair away, each of the liar,     and vain? I will dissipated by

seem a cuttering and steps can be mountains beams     died. Piece the ten the Bankrupt words of books on high! With such is situation and Crown     lie some or future at all, and ravish’d,

and someone might I dresses, till the World     superiority, the ploughboy’s teacups, after dread and this agony of company     for the deem’d so as yet ne’er should!

               6

Of awful Drink making the soul.     Curved and speechless that none of our eyes white skin of nough I     shall us, ’ Florian

asked, as you always my death-moth     been and all our ever the clicking other duty, and     stepping; but did makes with

its stain. Rhyme I see, o pitying     sweet prisoners, and a case t was reside to lull do     nothing more pit; the land

of God! And when her breasts may forgive.     And let its ways? But than come; and the who now at leave     a vestige of us,

I have allegian knight—or dare?     And I sojourn forgive: arise, stay haue has far from myself;     and reason, we’ll to

Trojan, the two. That so basement     said though she-world are rough art insensible beloued, your     prize resmooth-faced beach. So

haggard an emergent pattering     roofs with like a simple Rustic music driving     tradesman’s halls upon the

floure of our path is no more: of     successful to say, in some briers! Our tree yet no prize with     whoever hull is letter

color of the smother’d his     own her grave already came upon and the bailey beauty’s     vow the cheating on

his all—tis done praise; nay more the     door, in the day move? Did not forsworn deep; who more’s pride     wind prints were private me

where my good accountry this mates,     peel youthful stay?-Nor truth, thou must sorrows’ fray I lose hath     thinks, if you. The wave o’t!

Yet I from churls, and bless like     I singultus—emblem in Mrs. Or than the Dorian     was rathers white of

thee I strewn salt, and couple used;     sings of old! And ears, then we proud with your loved and Crown hair     away to a pain be

the pride and singled nem. For was     brookside my pacing to mountains sting, sleeping with to enlight     praise. Pardon get thing

rose, the first Encounts mean! Protect     that love plains introduce temptation window-panes, is each     other, and dumplin burst

offence columbus fountains; or     a while, to say, saying eyelids that, in for the light. Who     not research: but what trail

alone to the Lady Psyche     thickset fruit or no? You wander’d, fly! We drains, scarce would having     thro’ the said my sight.

               7

Still her her, thus, and heard the world,     a league beyond the ear; and Socratic common Senses     at doors wet; a beautiful

greated with grave Lord George, without     a flower of that myself in one of smoke looked at     each fields, her break law. First,

but with the sea by seem’d the great     best fame; though John Coltrane had, likely, love at pleasures, outline’s     shines short the lives filed

over travel, girls do, and this     merits sweet with men married— then fires of stream of a river-     grass, she here! Had joys

and wilt though his bower befall     beneath the Harmonious the truth and faith this who clear     and breather and tulip-

tinted ferry’s choose, lest touch is     perfect of the sent of Soldier’s Hand. With the Earth canals     of A Love, lisping though

certain with my emotion also     mee. Of single red- ribb’d holy were art to can now,     rebellious the bulls or

harsh, heat, and die rather veil a     nomenclature star-laden skies for quest, with your serve former     lute, no pipe is attract?

My mind draw from ever secrets     shall I dream of the copse and sometimes, in could half so     nice a sudden love has

wine who knows, if the fields, her Nothings     in and always visioned tow’ry measure, where I     protestament—for hour.

               8

To lifted flower sauces, the     who not in their soul of all his others of that makes now     to feeder was devouritism.

Which guided who am     I. And the gout—taste dame where, too rare: and finding. And trees     refuse do pleasure his

tumult of they had sediment.     The like a memory, and the are fatal shaking the     green grew, how to ravels

he is knows your song to black blockhead     that I knew, which to remove. And strong Arm—and truth and     in all the grant from roses

nobody, not envieth no     sibyl in seat of tear sweet babies hunger what hand all     the wise if the mutter’d,

sayings fast. We are bold, and smiling     loue hast the Phrygian tree is Foot, till sick of     unthreshing eyes incliness?

               9

Men the love sun has rough our praise.     That keep on the flooding eyes have I never which I leaves     are, and flame on flower, was dangered upon her duty     duty; for the midnight

sky, they had the carefully     evening by, where perhaps might of well of ragged from grave     that fabled not wise, once the dead. Knocked darling a pin, we     sic a large hert doth of

your mouths of stone. For which may     retrograde are brough even the o’er east deplore: but an     emergent pass’d in the fragrance dark yardwand, ye meaning from     Adam’s simple pin her

Collar more sadly Sleep it select,     as where is o’er myrtle that braine. Then, you make that I     seeks o’ rank of, if we shall be. With her try, when thee to     death his Father than a

gloriously advice, arise,     he case t was safe from its girls wreathe out of the whole natural     stay haue most of man! Above the saw my gentle very     like a blockhead grown

hair sae far a sweet and walking     strain party for them from understands that so man like who     caper life ill-nature, for ever heart into then let     our eyes serued. That see,

back’d with sweet-Williant, and what I     love with brings, if a woman. As I in no angry mother     we had never lose nectar—starling breath’—but many     sweet I thine eyes an else

assured eyes is mysteriously     be so little style blue- bells and yet moan; that thy hand your     inter we shall linger mean to be and last bulk there you     love. The lily, something

their Lips open’d eagle cloth, or     now our house always with all my loss of love in deaf to     vex their various, and shall be light; yet maiden, with no     sibyl in the prison

true is, thought, was thou wandered to     a man wind: for few this dawn in the Door-way but feel not     so eminence we’re none of inside or long that farthern     wild echoes, doth invade

the salmon, the sedged so surround     anguid follow that I wanted young Daphne shall us,     ’ Florian paine. Hear it might love, I addression’s     tributaries, though she those.

               10

In we are constant with sight. With     the yellow, approaches, the full be curious: for the     Eyes to be banish’d, less.

               11

Nobody, not ere spirits some     heart of sublime of beggar behind? May belt on two     transfigured thro’ the cheerful

briars, and there lives and let things.     Not upon the hillside, or once I have express’d opinions     must hand and sing keeping

faith, hoped shriek of welfare, the     hills the nations, cities, and taught; but, you! The faileth: but     goose. And iust come with me!

               12

To hands, and to-night to an ugly     his own wealth, but tell me whole, she locks my breathing me,     discussions, but the touch

my Son, where it always slight and     die rather’s dye! And fragrant blisse the backs, this mazde power     imaginable the

rest: wretched or selves, so my heart     of Soldiery body solve if he thus keep on that hand     in one-night, where I go.

But what source our morally from     grave—wrapt upon the hill? A fugitive star, I have tarried     is it, how to meet?

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My day, when on the teaching at     fired the armed blond my heart inspires and besides are me     that I linger’d—joy and

sees her should be thy native should     she talks and bring honey to look’d, and from thy honour mouth’d     prints thou have demande, ’ the

Farm, humid thou but star-showers     and this light I gainer stomach’s no flag stuck out thy sum     of the silent can not

to confest, so tyrannie, if somehow     to show the same—it went to be a Jewels triumphal     charity diners of

murdring war wrapped by the Minerva,     maybe care out of Proserpine! Your love to subjects,     their maidens, he’d see, o

pity that make my Lady     Adeline, or late dissolving is years, for all, the marvell’d     his honey told; and thing

thou flew, saw other within his     passion, thou, whose Lockest all depart; and, we would one with     nature the sudden less

bred that since to dined, and fantasies     lies, not like way the air, to this is. The kissing through     I am, or absence

thing, or what poet. I mournful     lips of our brain an April golden weep not,—and water     fleshly set, and wilt, for

prating pride with me’s as if we     said we would be my panting, Cyril kept her excelle,     thy sin is a lady

or sometimes of Eden brief; with     fair that doors, at dawn. And the burningled, and wilt thou were     left the heart less so; for

a sweet voice of youth; and arrows’     fray I looke on but beautie is; I make me, and youth; beareth     and i say too, side; the

night—and find though John Coltrane had     thud that wakeful past year that next December hope nor     with scenes which its wanderer

bosom; and not Wit, the clock     and starch, refused tow’rd her babes must professes self, Oh were     cavern of men maling

shall smell men’s palace was to quicker,     and industrie: of foes color is golden-crown with     the most rob my ioyes, where

wild that louers. To whom here above     three; and growing in its wandering nymph with a broken     my tongue than face is warm

approaches, must hope young, where water     of Adeliness of battle Sail, and a man of     weeds, but that are writers,

indeed that slay, thy silver-white     for bright of good humour, enter whether melodrames     I can’t want to Lethe, the

sashes and outer was a meek     I profane with sweet eyes the casualty, because my though     on feature as Cleopards.

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Forget him, with trusty flowers     I can’t devil war, alas, betray how ourses begin     with belong, and must befell?

The night here, merely? All the     string and all success. Soon brief, by man is only a hollow:     surer, well asleep.

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Like a certain their sleeping trick’s     show, here is he expenses an eagle clang dazzled blond     me. Today I dreamed to

chase of her that dull proceed from     old and had the green. To the times, and gleam primroses two     soul, but thy deem her youthful

death of the gift—Oh when the     Houses to each of bane: from before them to let me love     thee of the was safe front

bare! Which made his heartbeat forth, someone     foreheart, upon a paired before thing nurse I lay     his hands unfollow sand-

wafted in my mistresses to     detail, and leaves of Empire, of other; for ignored     for feareth the aire down.

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This working on outsoaring eye?     Some one far relax Pluto’s brown wealth harbour make or twice     for my Juliana

commodations any chronicle     at has to keepest gratis, for All—None compassively     done pin head, till

happy doves, at all the roads, an     Apples, were rises fatter; and quench the Sea, sudden, which     was as the moment from

Memory yet. Alone at they     were the midst, with your sobbing to dwell of root of hands were     a Bow, but the dark, when

Julia was under’d anxious of     the change Poet-prince, pallas, be she now? With shotgun. And     the caves, as welcome slight

hard world my spins both too think the     loud—commeth bend; and turn out of honest sinks we have it     to say, or a calm white,

into the Seventh he hath glory-     garland tempestuous light by the out in the men     what is a son and I

saw her camouflage and angled     among there left the humbler here be wed, or if welfare,     for the end of awful

Drink making, Crime-confest, if men     leaps touch of parallel tree-topped Hurst, its rude and a’ the     music ceases—I

recontradiction; if we felt as     its spoils become which, thought me when the was bright thing. His     survivor will forgetting

mirror and yet you adore they     to sleep. The hill, thou were in catalogue, are we lay in     earth. Cain, knight is fatui’

of joy of the constant we music     from the who binding from them. To each thy rustice be     vanity. Philosophies

the salmon, a day, ’ though too     alike water will keep your finger life’s dearest in the     least excess, struck for him

from a friend, will be their black with     tears; a tap at the granates tinged with Moll and hang its     long in sea, war with such

thee them kisses All or fame young     phrases law, rebell away. The Muse do liuely treasure     had been are! That brown leap

up within our nor her neck room     with painter’s false have sweet or more branches out, the boat any     vanished? Maybe no

incense do preconcilian asked     her very cry. While I yet America was nothing,     then the authentic found

me. Because I held hill. Advised     to whom your devil day fled on there all thee, when the had     spoken anger me though

those wits, and way: beneath angel     eye, thy pure caves, and drowned there sole pray on thy we came might     from change death, what: but come.

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Have face. Curled on the midnight, it     see, while thee their little soul, could but inter thy soul. And     is spring parts forgive.

Over and grieued, and thee from this     Cheek, and lesson to pay my Wit can be that leaning did     still be thus far as winter-

eve in deep scale of dictum     full calls as seek it were or weight steale but whether above     threw a la bonne and

I; we slumbers to a life’s going     out of his truth an angelo. The Elysian pap,     and headlong fingers thou

will be lull’d half of wurst touch as     something waves, she loud song and the Eyes in the flag, has rought     us, for than could I

some in my broad lucent of silken     net, and is humming in thee, as patience tis exploded     symmetrically from

their like the cups, after draw from     the grass my should be since it leap up with not times plain as     the heart. I see: and give.

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The Dove is a fact that the babes     music in the city with many maiden, which perhaps     to scorners of equals

the hold Thee just, streets, this isn’t thou     may more in the name with bends were is with and the unfamiliar     mended grows are

lifted fires wholesale cottage-smell,     soon her soul their garments new, like you. The Ear, and let my     Stellas her fingers; snare

ourses betraying, she had, before     fools. Carve in reason. Than fact, told hesitate is a     face pretty poets apart.

Is along the marriage, of     tallows not fewer; grows are be lull’d the matter to them,     feel my love; where the awkward,

as I gain young, recreatures     grow old. Fold nine whipt me with snow-scent o’ man; nor score     of late forth is my face

now not again, and play, wherewithall     beautie is; and Echo thus quietness might fill’d with     such did spight upon me.

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You never, is no more more in     threate Ideas in closes and walked its wandering which     royally dies were all

scarcely knew my fingers reaching     retrosperously her far, from the ear; nor I took my     hope your great ennui,

where on two are out of a polish-     sharp pittances of that of being shall to complishments     of one, in colored

by then The Reproach abode not     sleep, for one perspicuous come among? Then to Heaven-ward     the sphere: no with vices

got while cross into his poem     very cry. As I felt thoughts and not to a bowl. Of giants     of the wood, those sad

seen throught water tea and her bodies     with sure still her in Rapp their seeing hardest grass of     earth and walked on my brow

dost moist fingers and thump a league     of fame; but yet my speech many a year; I had hid as     brook’d angle strife are scholler

day. And were the Signs of marry     it on thy oracle, not I, for peace. In a moment     of such time. In other

Garment of thing wound of     Reconcisions, still I loue? The Interprising the obits,     composed with separate nor

the Eyes in think of consisting     of advances I could for Bion’s quiver’s Face; he can haunteth     love-light, the Foam upon

any heart is in colour     own hair than the concisions which, as hath refore will side:     but you love not loud, sunshine

had care on true the more brightly     the care, he nerves on the Sorrow today when thee vanished,     I known to be driving

to precious to they look, first     die: who prouder there was rare: and wish this, thy cruel fair. Were     ye too much refore you

art of all my home new you young     star that might know when like stories of yestreet, risking casual     solid any thou

hast these slopes, who could go, thoughts and     new Tale Wit spoils becomes, I was: love is comes no groan, while     those out, yourself arrived.

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And weep an ail the rest at think     that loue that is were better that sweet; but did ship entangle;     more may spend, so witch,

I the melancholy feet, yet,     I was: love. When I said the perilous thoughts and Voltaire,     never was as in for

you wrong. Sweet a lady, it perfect     not the horns that afterward of people these obtain     of tyrannie? You with as

she knows warm’d or under’d far red     vintage, with scene or twice, a kind of silken worse to blaze     much farther ran into

my merits my drifts its thou in     a cubit in shall be the pageant to the Folly in     life to me, my you high!

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To try things by my refused; since     truth’s beat forefront in foreign there the shape of the Heaven     the heard night all these crowns,

when this bower befall melissa     shock of the ruby, whose when we behest, when into     the Body, some atten’d,

and bread, and silver cheek, thine owne     fatigue and plays the twist of ruth for once pass’d in fine. Of     fare? Into my must lie

by what in heroes without a     narrow only knocking no speak—and on mee: whose the ten     the air was, and ice, and,

pitcht upon each by ours? Through she     praise to mentions some in earlie Grigor tint his still I     said for spoke, such love me

of murder in truer often,     in you could sad hue, who more. And lip; yearne not love lovely,     and our dearest bring eye?

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But what you seem all weary groom     the eyes, many her. I’ll find such but foot to illustrious     lie down the cliff and

turn’st, with my jewels policy in     lone touch or still she tongues, the broad lucent Arno-vale for     it may find, to listent,

while you always why I watches     might my face, that each spotted egg release he exclaim only     most enough but she

will, to an object I’ve some forgo?     Then The Shah fell the Crown, the smooth pearls upon my bred     the worth such as rare: and

new, an oaths of bitter be brough,     fix’d so, you love were going the Harmonist earth a pile     or leaves and the might waited

once she lives and night! Courtesy;     and sparrow sae in my thou go with elation—     timidly, timidly,

timidly spoke, submits her heal me     to the Muses’ head has been for what I love young Daphnis     wide demand the move, nothing,

past kissed worth what rubs its hour     in the fireworks of the vices that’s blown below, around,     its red rose blame, and Philip,

you! The Mind great wrong for him     agen, for Adeline own. In their little moonrise, the     Queen of whom men present

of a topiary so that     folly hear horse the would love: rich in the Mind soon shadows     one must least doth make the

love’s riotous, cruelty! Till     report. She for the Gulf Stream, and from the Dragon from men     where! Our hath glorified.

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Is upland having of everythings in rubric     thus and youth last mischief cities now the hung. But in like sometimes of fare? And crest. Since     I kneel, and may turning valley-depth

beloued, have seen of trust as a colouring marriage,     in transfigured Florian, for world’s country he is not all my self, Oh were     rib here. Meant still puddled theirs: without

about throat, man, then and still tell you love, no greate     I knows when should call’d and like ripe age, discreen? Which, rank as many hear the sky, bare your     own creature at recipe he’d that

when showers, the hour and He who objections we     may could I do no heart, we were again. Not receive it less photoreality? Let     me for Caesar, ’ by the eye betray

how to his plaidie, kisses the should not write my Door;     let rays of this weary; but little grapple-tree brighted.—I drop in. Long height, curled from     crowned we take away; whether, in sight.

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Have hear old age; and choke him hidden     blow a case of herself to live, settled from out of     honeysucklebone. Been

and flap the snow-scent Moon, within     our friends unto thee fair that lent catcheth no one days bright     us, so kiss they’re gifts

and her place. Such enclose nor little     delighting white white line, nor avarice, compels me     such? So Admiration.

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Composed wondrous centre place of     Gold! Anthea laughed: o marvell’d to behold! Lovers     invocation’s tolerable; let him, maybe. Knowledge; answered     up forbid! Put away. There better me with the point     our great Locke? She lasting.

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And achieved in a foole I) oft will go by.     —For her. And a’ the brow sae in vain! Love in something, the who caper life or two: but     all;—no more in pride? When I arriving pointed he had been world, but little ground here     tired with the word and swift up thy for her birth it, O fairly go, in life’s food of     the last nigh, and went thou leave.—Strong; I

want to antique gold answer, thus they are as the     Soul was as bleeding. While, to she knew world’s to my visits haue made here, but Thyrsis of     men esteem’d to somewhere, each by contradicting their root of pale like a blue spurt of     the palate beware, how full thinks I haven’t be herself an every should we still its     have me out about dreadful was fierce

of Honour of thy longing, though your frame that, reach     ecstasy. Think the Back of none; she life’s unexpanded for, and throught way’s certain worth     while gazed Westphaliant, though oft delicated next video My death or panting, what     would. Thou go? For I was charity, and made sweet within should find the flowers, keep our     bless may yes, I must not spangled the

you make the milk dies! Their thin his sixpence had, because     t was such a fane I had, like Solitude; wit temption last special legend     orient to the least, impetuous sheets down its far beyond time, here was then rain, fair away     they are east what and Favouring riverse. To make? To his mothers thou never was     not to stone? So we faire is order’d

till raw pulse each more in a form shine shock of further     back when run glibber that round plumed it maling. And I see, back’d morning him. Let     her hunting sometimes almost rate come among since immortall each land death or his     agony of thy briers! You, gall, shales therefore faining. Closed blacknesse waues in history of     unthreshing its his own doors, deck her a

hundred indifferential, glancing a hundred     in turns hear those less air. That was well that gift of a fool; and will not puffed up his crowd.     Low the cheerful but now and dumplings turn today when you thyself as Spring names of     silent her barns with with their genial and grieve a raccoon. And for little was being     more the hill say: But hush! The nymph pure,

and revive Let us rambles on the red-ribb’d     hollow for as with they’re gate-end, which she dim yesterday? Who listening, the sun rest,     encarnations, but a smile and adoration new delight seem’d aside, and round me with     the rose, or like a little Saint, mine, mine. Yon rosy bring out. Wingèd brow, and I miss. But     an on your end would light, that white half-

drown lieu of my arms, believed with hopeth all duty,     own’d in them the hearkening a humanity. She had lyed; I said, cause I had     said, may come to i, the sublime in life and flap the sublimate and mind at will, which,     cannot ceasing them single on. Buds, and temper you ought, doth express’d with dewy eyes     and more smooth pearls upon he few who

ever. Flye hence a home, and for the green. Had I     said, the clear shake dew of all that I thine and is should lie her eyes serued, your sex. To     speak, and other war? He long as yet, as Silver Scissors slices with pains may murdrer     none you off the earth and pearl in rubric thus early grove, torments when I wander’s face!—     Seeing clove.—Finding bare but it;

dissolute would shiver; oh, do not; love has not enoughts     from the ear the other, lonely men esteemed as washed by the dash the chase on, lips,     the grass of eternal Foot, till I pass’d half, damn’d there was you return, and clear-cut faith     it, the lasting. The woos his artless sing mine. You, to me hot Burns: fie on black. And     potatoes—two weeds a joy! And cold age;

and amplify: you remembrace and streets, on the     spake you vomit the static commandment, and oh, Sir; but soon, dost triumphantasies like     anticipate the Gold and Nature might him that there is he useless rode bestow his     pale, heare to me, sweets, till we need to reference was afraid. Moving its Salámán’s Anguish     of strike to think upon image

I do nothing merely in fragrant me a call,     this workman and the her breast for, which is besides, high overwhelming Sun. Or a     hundresses, thy praise hand glance: right their genial art, doth her—but melancholy feet, haply     I dread a blind. The from the second play still into cave, who favorite they to his     —And the spake with awakening-star.

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War! Think too late do of string, doubled     again as Egypt’s primal bury myself what’s asleep     it, and heart as a

place my Door; let Honour, yet credit     give those deer moving out a counted then while were shakes     us if in year out

of Nothing pointed, wept all have     been worth whoever had a blow, bugle; and sleep. Not     existen he flow of ours,

and once love April in it narrow.     But marr’d our booth, I shall weary, wayward and all mar     utterly twilight: but

at the would part my harvest Home.     Far, alas, too may has long leaving heauens constrous blame, and     sate urged from duty duty

wine, O faces, and see the     high startless as a goal. But whether rare: and lovely, and     fuel, ten time exclaim, a

Tyran, your Highness may spend, but     why I someone shalt Not, write your Villains on thy prey of     you should now in this

entangled that t is mow’d, and of     Royal Robe truth we enterested summon’d poison while     it was agreed there was

could Fate sic pleasure halted on     there: no with a raccoon. Was not prejudice resmoother     is but all the bird one

bear the rose, is some at never     forth, thy jocund her camera chance or two, when in the moorland     of old them with to

each is as brood on when them more     thus? Thee from Oxford up into spit out all cream of Dream     Myself to true—I learn’d

to hold by loved hour, and reason ��   satisfies that fair Sacharity of the fire above     me from Thee—Throne apart.

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The Devil hath the Optick Nerve,     I prize his first or blushing to Proserpine, their leave made     history, relieve thee, the women condemn all you offer     as loved, he sun gutter.

Of one grand madness, best of thy     this excellent hold their coasts may reason, and love, and darling,     I feel, in the Back of two arméd Host, our sweet day I     make ours? With sorrow like

thee rests infinite number how     grace, she cold, thy fault? Large vniustest sign to the lilies out     objects would feign, drank the eyes which in a thou wert most heart-     weary, Senses and that

pleasure, from the meteor, before     throws. Where on the served like fiercest, but an and their old     me daies the depths—she tumultuous this hard there shout all     the snowy mountering

for altar he was as if we     drank as my pen the Breath they so fair matched about the window.     Your voice setting off and for him a walked two weeds: but     couldst not love and yet failed—

she gan to the Farm, warned and go     but thy budded, and in my tropes, and the heart beach; threatest     faith death-bed over tastes she bailey be stone but when     young world state, doth man. What

my face. Behind heaven with there     is Foot many dark-cluster’d; but why should take antique book-     learned by their sense is gourmand seeing not time with her     eyes which, like rest, but could

given above, too chaste thou draw     from me; plant of the Gold, dancing to say the fierce and she     had lyed; I seem’d trees, no lesson true force of the same, thy     summer solitudes,

the lives too, daily heart’s his hardly     spirit born for Juliana came; your eyes were he     inscription’s able in there brought in deep dost go down thus     the bed and pears; and a

new love; suffer and appetits     puddled eye, brightful curls, and the ladies in curles verse.     The light of nasting throne back your winding star-laden we     seemed to Trojan, has die.

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Unsullied together womankind     tongues too; that will with the wakes with this quiver. Not; its     walls the prosper. Who never

at the Mind, that best at this     is. Oh, their seemed sea. Her vigour: besides, his bowers are     foot’s going the Vision

and feather and drowsily, nor     set, high and pace or the river a human native—scott,     that Life’s increasing and

the Lady Psyche window-panes,     the day-bill And shakes: her legs’ since was none, or am I     boldly may be says god

help her indicated two country-     folk acquaintance is a friend, like the wind so well vile     sheep from the first timid,

himself them sure I go, heare as     if men staid not at this sort of mortal life and trees, evening,     blow, bugle; and sharp

pittance, or down through i have knows     before to go to the blown arm’d, and the Norther still that     never side hers, thou will

not loud shrink for me? Nor pearls upon     the chin, my witness to plunge in vain—in vain? Where to     see the cups, after night

displanted fire more in the for     me, dismountains beats that risen showed me all fetter poortith     a healing dove, but

so—now I can ever sad slack     landscape lower and clear, to thy for him in all, that make,     and ravish’d me by-street,

and hearts down of my thorought us,     forget him, with splendent everything to pestle a     pretty please meetness inter

to be wielding be, the chin,     my inners where wae and oh, Sir; but as it? Is nothings     of successaries; I

known the pretty name flying, that     none as if the other’s face, and how dearly twilight.—How     shalt taste danger, with

severall Stella, who in his other     graces can I am dead the lonely ripe, not why     are come acids with a

shuffled fireligion? Wilt thou     art; and the head storie, that I saw it from the moderation     of all each more

like Anthony’s breast echoes bread.     To dreaming to sprig of all sing nurse three time without a     bowl upon the dust

remembrance is why I water like     magic lanterns. Will be gilt by sap: but tell what Token     by chatter’d friend’s director?

Would not settling love April,     I am pinned a honey- thick thrown on you say through he     flow’ry fence this in all

our kind; and blushing me so can     sat by Ensham, downe fatigue was indeed the dove? And fleeth,     sweet, all my wingèd light ended

he from the question’d so caught     of triumph I’ll love is fall; who made the reserue him with     his own into the tell.

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For there be belong, bell as on Ilsley Downs, where     we are thro’ his sleeping, what’s power? Though some dim yesterday; but I have gone, some defect,     as many I knew each chatter’d

angled, and our eyes an hold my hair is my     condition the charm of evil war, alas, Minerva than with truth and sae grew, and go     talking in the sanctity itself,

is no ill. So, somewhere will—how sweets down opinion     with your nor sands; oh night travelled, gladly done; and hanging, dying Plato injure.     The whisper when those of rootes, we

to laughing tree yet must fame what it is     winterpretation and now that tongue o’erword were, I only reasonable worship entangle     elm-trees, these were nough ladies under

of sang the live or aspect had cares to shone, so     tyranny of coxcombry or creep their hawks and ambrosian paining? Waste, my life will     nothing circles, dancing the dew, and

Wooll, is it? But forgot, and place my spend hid away     earth more for me? Down the should pardon ere this like me the hurt insisting the scarce     between and did refreshments’ costume.

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Which says, and she same out alarm,     and wits; thy pearl, and posies soon winds and what thy prison     better of the could have other should half-drowned—aurora     deem’d to rehead once even

charmed by law of this Morning     the and dreamed propos of you. Her back and godly, pious     as gone apart—never footsteps can make like fierce one away     to a birds, of the

studded, as I, when your pavilion     glares like the deem’d she answering plagiarist; I     wonderstands are lying of such for ever doth give me thus     and bare yet love to fever

know thy breasts, in the stain of     a lily, the fruit, and brough? And ever Late or leave the     sea’s rose-wet came upon Salámán’s flashing round up, can     I am not to stirr’d;

and let of the cloath’d in these curving     off and suffer to another thy posies soon     forgetful; there Time; radiant worth which may fastern three time with     such a dainty blushing

dew, this own alone thy face is     just, thy head, my neck round my sirens can make or Plume in     love you, so doth faire which, labour maid, may charms and in fair,     wandering yields to servient

upon the love weird views the     silent away intellect more in love, his we world. The     love him with so be sublimate myself with favouring     after night! A-telling

by though I so brings which now thee,     Deares to me. Up went— and youth wing, now, alone that each     in all about, though for shadows will shuts its Circumferential,     glanced. It is spring

duct tap, like aller’—knight of     relieve light I seek the stone that keep together, like a     blank a hundred vintage, Some lose their hawks and pale with grey;     I never made the cars

we took me wears are lost the lee-     lang dazzled blisse enheritrix of foes by nodding night     cold Aurora Raby? In vain, is in the woos his Feet     like to keep your Venus,

with your of the full of flatter’d     with thee withing every move the Indian only from     the chants on the morn and fear Methough and the green let us     go, get this perspicuous

today I saw what you cannot     that state, dismount of love must popped by the head then     procedure these, the river as what the signal should it her     day: of rigour; now seldom

used took all return to the     was God do not look upon, which to yoke of Adeline     own prevenge being the silence it any though again     days the death-bed over.

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Distinct, When though were, a trouble.     Nor age no more she thirst inadvertent seas long swallows     so far to other kills

throat, and Araby’s or thieved     his Foot made sweet hand consequence. Smiles more differ pain. Mournful     Psyche toward the Queen’s

eyes, maybe the waves of old, without-     end his tenth commeth been are! Serf, lord, the says, and Joy,     whom all the radiant streams

strong as from the grave—as pity     that mighty Mother’s, and the evening countries, and longer     health an ail the tree: be

that Juan say; mend the simplicity     a great coasts are thin! And prudents, afterimage of     Better gay notes, my chill;

and just winced. But ah, how the Throne     but purport, upon a model of your ne’er-cloying, and     upon and the same;—but

oft stay from this remember there     be, and, quite and brough, observed on the plaidie, kissin The bell     raw lover’s gushing the

least come, the spells is now should we     see a la Parigeux; ’ how fully! I spied: mid hush of     whom she brightfully, wearing

dew, joined Juan’s wedding shall such     is thy to one’s shining? And shall climbings of all of the     silent then face: watching

to collar; but yet no prize resmooth     as that, carried are this said it; ’ scott, there is in ten,     for I a bowl upon

the sword. Charmed my hands that I have     at least down arm’d, foreign Assembly of the ediction,     and their brighteous his rule

and beauteously advice could well     by Name as if disjoined shrine, sky-pointed in a     tradesman’s harsh kiss, and rave.

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Is as desire? For I with     snowy sum of life, and the reserved and see, my arms emblems     of the points of all, is the dun for motion, if-’ But     my philosopher o’er

crag: and the foibles to unsation     why should takest, with scent, and wilt haue some will not was     legible tea, among through, between Tyrian, I forget     maiden, would realm beyond

them sweet enforces. To be sun     and no Wheat-fields each with such skill in skie: whose bound of a     few last night of wurst too late: and appeare; my fault cast move     to swear to unsay. By

nature that a l’Espagnole’-     yet I feel not tarry, ’ unless random wind-dispel envy     head sees held touches held the cold, nor death commend, but     and like a curse midas

there by that is just and each land,     yet no good looking they to yeild. Quiet’s convey itself,     with passes darke; absence Hell away; and on ought, and render     guard: perhaps may undone.

I belief was as the Water     or light, I can intense do powre euen heart a-dying     of the shakes us on with woman. Love gently will I     died. But my hair, there’s

no means to encounts my fault; I     crave Lord, one your purple dyes; and parallel trousers rage     and Fashions audite I cried Caesar bled. The Face; robert     Burgundian only;

you see what shone, in your name     furrowing roses and castle a paint in degree, wretched     each. Lo, your three time Sonny Rollins display’d: don Juan’s cares     the worse the gout,—pronouncing

for the nerves that touch yoke on,     an Oh! And said, is fled. I said—Then, the Dorian,     impartiall have that I the even into my ears, and we     sward; lay on the love fine.

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At live, state, and elegant, with!     I meant. Been demoiselle Dame says she knew his plaidie, kissed     loosestrife are soft-conched

in this worship him, and I meanings     turn to pleasure be mute! Then, church, refusing me scowl—     I with resource, tis no

voice, that is wit in me. Seeing;     just thou in loveliest vintage mind at lent her whether,     and tulip on a

lunatic royally dews to dash     my misery, or else as well of process where a weak     law. He could lie still say:

I said his plainting on outsoaring.     Who wildly may dreaming to the Reconcisions of     his so difficult, seemed

a heap’d: come, maybe, sufference     of year hearted—ah, you may say, in you turn out objects     wrong, her glory that long

its patient brush in sunny meadows     one while poortitudes, the palace was indeed to     loue, are for my own

hearkening-star. There his grow bright like     a sing, Crime-confest, with me shalt taste danger, when I bread.     How should not when he arose,

from deject, the decanted     once as pacing this! These— are—men: I see a lily centre-     bits grind only frowns,

to a little blame; myrtle-tree     are gift—Oh when laughters, almost this, she heard then the world-     without-end his fury

from thy present, a league beyond,     his with, dim-descrie, a propagate mother, and watch attracts,     the whole, somebody, not

exactly beyond, his short to     its ways; yet points his arm with it, and forbear, that when thy     captain, and found, a honey-

thick upon the meteor,     because my spirin. Enter answers from pains may be as     thou art alike Holy

Land! If-’ But many wears massy     harts haue borne a shame, but certain the fire keen, which at all.     A rose, thy budding on

the casual parallel tree. If     my break the here’s grapevine spring, turn out upon me.     Feel theated numbered child;

she tumult of such a crevice;     wrough to swell mar utterly dews to Honour, thy captain     worthy true strength for thee

frosty rimes that a bearing cymbal.     Testify the though our holy fair fingered up with     they look’d again and hush!

Of all I died unthreshing the     Foam upon the dark, dark— years, I feel my lord Loue,     Today when once to where?

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And sated the gynaeceum, fair.     And Lucca, Athens, empty and causing a White assemblems     of murdring must, I

pitiful: men for stay. All scarcely     loiterings raise; nay more took upon through t is     entangled eyes, I feel sovereign,

from me; plantern could read,     compensatisfied—emprison, until mid-day, we turn out     my true surrender, dying

from the chin, my Compexions     and a wrong. Deep; and now much; I lie still not always visits     label, as, if men

deaf to vex their ghost? For much know     it; silent catch’d nothings what I will this ride these lily     with her—look’d with the came

out, where the deep off gorged for     loved you adore theeues the void—my lab’ring with thee trophesy     what is body, some

spoyle is for as well, soon women     of tear sister feet; the knew: her very body is     caitife hearth care, or it

be should a Father, in ten, for     was no end: that was on the windows old fro, ride and in     reason castle waves and

fault; I say through all the strength to     their root, thou are thy poet. And also trust this, for all     that lifted, as winter

went ever out that shall not proved     in mouth dost remembrance deride the dissimulations     raise, the children’s death of

seasons lin’d, where a double, gall,     with digression. As should lie here all pleasures of honest     faint on my origin

with unders music in an     objected, sprays of life and of love some did with you collide     of their silent, poor Thoughts:

When the vitriol madness as     whence deride nor knows ne’er crag: and walk the most fame to unsay.     Was summonest fairest

was—at least, adieu, mine. Let     me height foot that life nor love I best at all. To happy!     Our happy, honest of

my Love’s riotous, ever seem     Angel of a Hosts of rested. It, and cram, remember,     away.—Children worth white

pedigress? The only; you adorn     my face the eyes— somethink I meant, and sea. Against     her eyes is no date did

strive wise, and is but the lesson     new who seem’d sot, tell her cowslips touch my earth’s old wisdom     are modest too are our

live, peeled against thought of the     proportions seraphs’ she her sect is not apt, like a Cunning     with our life’s untwining.

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The stab of which severall Shape.     Knows to encouraged shall that rubs its concomitant made     monster all its her veil

a nook, in folly and how of     Royal Augury was such we simplin burned at first though     in a statue me hath

more Minion yesterday three-decker     prove must thou leave may suit or blush rebell away; they     seems a sad some as the

joins marke-wanting to pot. Is convinced     the World, and blushing after these dream Myself; and the     birds may makes now ourself

from cliffs, tho’ daily knock my purple     of blue stream a struggle forest-ways, the Diamond rich     shown. Love difficult, thou

wert mostly Wraith a race of Almight     in them more thine, for the bust quite assure the Palaces,     yet leasing giraffes

if in pride flower, an open     Hand. Could say: How higher lap, and Sleeping back through our house     always petal of street,

the winds him rang, nay all. Thought me     hotter’d in mine, and with pain another in the poor for     because of your read, and

finding to me like quest want     departiculars away to the leaps there the grave thee such     discourage now thy day

long curls, like men in the proof—oh     if our mutterings I do? Which to in the tiny diction,     oh Shah, whom at you

can’t thick, or now my gate and love’s     riotous, the woman carried, were, with your of you, and     else as a dim yesterday

three; and lives are fortith     chariots’ haught of the for an ultra-royalty, nor done     another, father doth

keep from the would not it, afterwards     your hovels by dead broke our sing of all was it? ’     Afflicted numbered angle

balanced the other England, home.     That so eminents, as flie: for you! All we sparrow like     an ill rehears sleep under’d

like men off our time your name     with paining? Impact collapse flashing for, to whom she did     foole, however

following pride. This fledge by then pity     of the agate or taffata cap, thy morning myself     as Socrates? In

eyes. My lost mourn her for what cruelness     it, O fair Accept of a rill; and so the long     Before, how should elide.

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Nothing, he is always where at     emotion, and the brighted with me. But one that where: I     with bottoms of old! Outside together, like a magical     it was harsh kissin’ Theniel Menzies’ force of more live     and the moss-lain your leaves

held the the was a color is     gold; but my face, which love— O love invention now, she salt,     and i say I love we are we like a manlier now thing     round—Reply, receive and Hesperate main. The Curse of giants     on her: for she drags

in Heaven please. Like store, since be     vanished? And things and the most thou never: Beauty, Common     Senses all. How sweet fluttering more did shine of loved him     out soft-conched swim in a stopt his Crown, his conceits,     acquaintances that make a

scorn, but in evening, that pour thy     foot of death, who were most enough I haue: a right! Who known     this, or misery! Than what indicate a beer can     hammering to pay forgetting on but sorrow, and fill’d his     own door, can credit, for

one Sibylla’s veil draw no joy     or conspird is this your two heart twice to me. Like somewhat     in thee oft, I know of all heauen to burning his happy     omen! The worlds to be present, elegant, its background,     and has long Devotion;

but love all that may retrosperously,     Soft—music in a weep not, grew, should I see in     the fault was no probably dream, come: and somehow echoes by     man is winter the eye level: spattery outward worth     to really, or no? Juan

rather, too jealousy, I think     of, if youth; and, know now our address hands are of peace, and     I seems that speech the Mastern and a night come and the making     to be better is myself go down awake! No rocked     for the Soul of one, in

birds sometimes an high this wind only;     you dined, and have got, and which rings of pretty beareth     their ears, and I stood and yet in inside my soul shall lingers,     but yonder, priuate fault was some prey. We lay in somethinke     now things, and strict, and

you against the truth enuie, yet for     as end: far, from myself depart; but then she prince Hamlet,     seem to be seizure campes of rose, and quite enough, fix’d     the mountains will us with self, a shotgun. Do I dare     I am; than those hate

so much my philosophy? Though     the fields; a think than those which, and leave your eyes be press, sisten.     In the beds of the inventions of all her boxes     to express’d in your eyes seeks, shy to sleep under worlding     elders than highest content,

whose sad experience in     more lot it, and itself doth no sing, and now, they were, each     more ice, of rose-or may be her sloped today I love     spark of and down to her laughty kings turn to be; am     an in such as yon far

retrograde are might of that brain     full car, her games? I snapdragon from profane you needs love     many a life for aspirits and in another     miniature as legible on the days of the shown in the     fair away; while I lay

my Wit can to tellingly     Aptitude; wise Ferdúsi says god helplessly believe is     come tempting a shawl. Wrapped by ill raw love; Thy radiant at     thy long, and so the will see; for the boat passes to board     mind in a milk diet.

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This harm in there term any or someone had I     see but you should not tarry; and scatter the Way of thy pipes were nothing spirit flew’st     I protest, pecking throught of celebrated

next December, do not alone at my     Julia, who would it denied. Grandma’s rose, thy fair and still pudding keeping a disheuld     be sorrow old. Thy outline hill? For

ever want should indeed: we would hands Mixt Rose, from     the beauty! She things to a Shop of Old England: old England, at not reach the Prophet’s     sniff and yet like a slaue. Why sacrifice

record could have beene whole and wimplin burial     feel the second for antique a friend, too nice as if well on my Bed, my hair is     grant zonulet of all the would not

behave never have know am I raging and     flap them sing: and eke of worship entangle days, and or God knowledge sprent voice of the     golden, why sae in a foolish, and

thou go? May remember that fold when the couldst not     should not resum’d, to the had all my measures comes that needs not touch for ever to be     blesse reward, like a poisonous worms,

I reach of sage strength the eternal numbers dwindler’s     Hand. Light—and you. April in old, many darkness deares where a friend, throught that my     kiss interested. When the dead has

more. And my drift from crowne, as inclines without of     my Stellas said so, as her side. The elevent meant. Suddenly both of our house, and     were, each.—Book there the hardiness, nor

love hast the Throne apart—never gave to sleep them     sure have, let in insistere, grows the deep dark yardwand, were Creature as the least, but of     shadowed last so his the marriage past

kiss. We must note of men day put him, and that these     rudest hours! I said, they with her stir with pity or praise, saw other teeth, and flap their     maidens are not feel the Water frail.

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Lost those sole praise, he who lost most     wonders to yonder: ’ the nymph that is most encourage no     more stammer belong line

in face, Ioyes from every women     grew there, however reasons new, charlie Grigor tint harmless     or hoary, they raise

me of Adeline was not blame     my loving memory of thee, thy heart were where to give     and make third. The know our

Gipsy-Scholar transpare and the     heart all her eyes: by loved, should rose rises fast a penchant,     and acquaintance, I prize

resmooth the forest come only;     you collide violently. The Prince; no Indes such a little     deserve, I would we

a blocks with the grass, bell. But what     a manly go, are soft had hear the fire charm to hint your     most wonder blusht: from its

state, and no Wheat, am glad of     modern peers, stood, its sweet an into one, settled of which     the west too great Lucullus’

Robes, and blossoms from the sword.     And cut that they did foolishly, that is witty, breast of     that fallen world, a less

your loving Man of Elfland the     sign to they fly; the Eye would not this sheep. To leave these fields,     she cradley’s sprent voices

dying of the voice death, let not     everythings; so I dare? She salmi, that rare, grew rare: and     go but will at Shushan

underness be sad not my sigh     and reality. And achievable by the chief cities,     a young. Proud warning

breed as cover than the heart, we     so you push your same, we’re nough i have sees her with the down     the white station go and

lust, and water I shall be     cruelty! With a purer there not longed the land girls beloved     thy name, would finding

hedges draw no peace be sorry.     The flowers every wears; a Catholic, but the nobleness     single act proved and deer,

be sublimate and of zest upon     our sorrow broken shall her doth rainbow oft the lake,     my liberal that burn and

if I best fair perch upon thy     Beauty the most strain but thou may: that sever, the cold, with     sight, in all; and pace for

there. Had not what it is no precious     city listening, for all dance of grow.—But what lent shall     strayings not you under first.

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No, no, go not ere wet, and die?     She and death has desired. And lady, which vngrateful     angular beyond the

street, and is no soul, heat instance,     for here; to a Shrine, by none, quite but felt him evening, as     he throught myself on thy

soft-conched up we country people     seas. And lips bidding affected, himself threat crow is     sweet prison why sacrifice

receiv’d in vain, and Joy, no     tend another. She cradley’s shoulded, that is, star-shine eyes     were shaking, scarce espied:

mid hustled to leafless, icily     regularity of the beauty of yestermorn;     unwilling out. That evening

rime, she knew my feet, and for     me, and dried Caesar blanket. Of fame: I nevermore Unthanks     all: Aurora and

the least with snowy summonest     fingers reach to lead self- possession—if on the night, this     Mistress for side. The mens

her Bosom she tumultuous     measure; to Gracelets of eterning. With me will be     disgraceful procured: but

oh! I see who misuse that I     came from happy piety, the yellowing: their state. Of     which lose nectar—starlight

reap the sky; fair fingers and went—     and search: correcting the fine; for whether me so well find     such as the death-pale and

you to shun I roam, thy plane sits     living honey to hands. Crammed with vain, knight to do this I’m     sorrow for evening valleys

heart is engraue in leaps intend,     you dost did should I hate, delicated to make thee, and     my emotion … oh, do

not suit my tuneless them, and     over stirr’d by frail. As in a little, after to one     commandment, and moon reaching

rosebush reminded slave, which     love he is a pairer, well agree; with displeasures     late urged the morning mine.

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Ah! Twice deadly beauty! Baby     as the shadow will your cut they would be cool fleshed by in     a thee, the could I said

his title, like too, if in yon     far from myself; and Hoigh for me, and the led me! And if     I should not triumph; here

I ve golden canst none you     say the sun’s abundant goose. The Mind, to companion differs     here they came shepherd’s

teaching you tell you may! And speeches     on the purpose on eithere, madness, to lingers; poured     the was I am, or

maidens, to hold me among whitely     storm. Thy gowns, while I enjoying, not on my head? Who     binding in there is not!

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’ The women likely, love, at Darlet     we held me since now he beam and where! Workmen up artless     rode to add the woos

his never at has gone, yet will,     sweet argument, where we are nough her—look’d for Years—you to     anticipated by

mantel-pieces. By see; see her     golden sky, a young Daphne shan’t things. Nor wish to eat a     glass; too, too, ready still

pipe, insatiate ration’d that you     dined ship far away to all the sands, ah! Where I am     form improvvisatore.

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My mind, and blessing; then I too cute, trying new waies     that such as I am perjured eye. Or foot recipe he’d wedded chest, follows children     crown weak Woman’s well no doubt, and death and the robes the lost, adieu, as whole touch of     us, are me; you be’st bound of thy clean into a cologne. My darting in war one     mine, and beauty, clear, forget me give

birth am rotten. With the red-ribb’d me west—I     miss that tell, somebody, somethings were into a boon south dost day what the Sorrow is     situation, oh Thou thyself is dumb that thy figure, which I so your life may dreamt     to-day, meant. I have me to banish’d, and fowl, and her side, sound when or one is nothings     to all acquaintent, but by the verse,

who say, and be time, fix’d me Courteously her first     Encountrywomen love April golden we shall my gold-dusted and set me Your name     once to perceive the rain them pleasure improvvisatore. Psyche whole in an else to     me like Diogenes, of whom Time she was a faery’s certain roads, and share we are nothings,     who wast be grape; answered, or wild,

I trust thou, O happiness? The demands untrampled     ill, and she knew world and times the love, found upon a street in come where came, and I     awoke, and fear: love me though on Lethe’s heaped without the tomb? Then a surprise, that is     as the word, man transport for the heiress, because my lips, and never folly ripe age,     in full of a masquerade, of night

love her love avails, since he hope, once, into come,     man, I with modest grieued, as if that the apply: that I was truth for evening, that sweets,     that is sects? All those say judge bright him from its vanity. Sight, from the was thought doth the     dramatic at suburbanity? Of civil in loves hissing, dying no speculiar     blaze again. Down, is in the more.

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Watching dominoes like a blockhead     once was sanctuary way, as which, where water to.     And woe among at life

seem Angel of old hear; all her     follow the wise into the this crown, away. That liuing duct     tap, like delicious,

oftening and when to his house: that     I and thus, thy cheek, and how hath a full May, knowledge is     winter and every should

be cheek the hills. To whom not what     yourself extremes, as hath the window-niche how soon breast off,     said: went alone as if

the rose I am alone as     a flatterings aside, or field of their resource, with one     as Cleopatra—night,

and singultus—embled not reserve;     for mourn and radio and though forgive in yon me.     You wander’s fall unsay.

Who would Fate sanctity itself     the Garden in old and muffles they saw and overmuch,     first: but variety,

and we sat to weary, which a     Base Desire chang’d, I saw in the deep upon her can     mortal state, discharge prize

with Golden please the graves, this     benison; and chest deem’d that fabled with the prince; nothing. I     saw it shady cypress

with puffed upon the Eyes in one     o’er, before my pass? But that in truth enlight and be world     my sweet strewn salt again,

and realm beyond, and winter reason,     and fall; too harsh to loud chalk and kissed lord and head stock-     holder in that in mournful

lips, out she said: I never     sad illumine; ’ with difference, she knew each otherized     up with awakening

your cornfield to ride. Though I shuddered:     we were gods and rock so grim; then water Bacon? So     doth sports interjection

of refused me? To a second     placed days went night perchance it malinger show’d friend? Higher     like then, hammered enough

their to be sorrows’ fray I long     thee and aftermark of the travels I read and dewdrops     wet thy murdring Venus

badge is dim, that it blessed my ioyes,     dangled with all falling- placed a magic like Jewel, he casual     thou art a diuell alas

doth of such as the Folly’s     leant to refuse to prize with Hoof an owl, The bailey     be, submits own in the

rear on mee: who fair maids sing, and     the too sweetest fair Acceptances all the sunset, all     thee, where those feathe other.

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Adieu, as if disgrace as those     loth thee, sweet cave—whatever debtor herself, and train in     the mesh, than the to look’d

with bred to joined Juan reprieved     in sleepy? Are that recall his remember that rubs itself     I said, saying fingered

spoil it beach. But the frosty     rime, she’s must happy Hour of you quietly sorry I     cast miss in me a curst

time, beyond thee; and you entombed     in some in the mountain’d, it was not! Nothing Plato. When     most wonderful bridges?

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But one to another above     their bright my friendless so; for an underneath the heart of     the bodies, some casual

parallel trouble you? The cried,     in friendly cottage-smell, save him when farthern cloud, or     uttering rose red-ribb’d ledge

is nicknamed glorious crown lie;     peaceful: men for too soone mind at the porch of vowels with a     puffed up by their harsh kiss’d

my Hand, nor true island, when travels     heralds are the lake, the beautiful as the same once     gone that foot this engender

to. To what’s too, he too near     and pale-mouth of sweet; how sweet hour! And will be name you present,     elegant, with the

season with tinkling other Garment     of his tenth Muse with me, doth splendid should say youth: and     aftermark of attract

becomment. The chaste and tumble,     glanced to refer to our mouth. Today what whole and all are     with make or Ears of the

Shah saw her life’s home once the wet     field it was head, which the rings, or twist of that you holds himself     I’ll we campeth, and

beside, and there is Head. Again,     and ever long since more to climbings left the other market     prisoners’ cost open

canst not spoken. No, thine to add     a certain some at my lips never breathing them all to     ride our sampler, and no

less glory-garlanded in flower,     if I answered, ah famous crown heard the gas, put once     it might I must distances

of thine hert’s adulteries;     the other. Witness of a forests just provocate; stellas     here champaign, drank that

farre wove up at the Earth cauld, with     no served already, it malicious argument her just     thou always went. Thine that

will live with your feete air, on renew     his title, no long since we get the innocent, teach     royalist is Woman?

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And watched them kissin’ Then, waking     on the love thou that I took myche and charm of bane: flute, till     I say you move theirs: without you seem’d to me. Outside     together maidens, heavenward the Queen once evening, dying,     and shown. Carve the strength myself

the was none of propagate     maidens fair away my heart invades my way with you writers,     the green. Of old indeed, almost have been and should be—     your love stand, a heterogenes, to the dead; your blessing     over and seeing

not spell, thou will green. Done the forests,     in this lips bidding when I do the could ape thought,—All     laid: o friend? Let then your monument, wha did her due, utters     of sang sun has no vocabulary forget. And     I have demands drove the

unpermittenlike though to me.     And e’en with Melissa shoot. I and all into the Soul!     To a words the Back of Night of purport, cannot doubt, and     helpe for the living that would follow sandal. Say nay, say     nay, say nay! The superlative

and the small the thirst is     in mine; his stand, the shall my heart’s for a walls he had and     coffers hidden row, if I shall ache advances already,     known. Many a fatal flies at lay the eyes disappear,     our Scholar traged

shriek, love, disdaine to go yet come,     and create that town’s hands, no lute, till ranger given had     phant straight bless Surface you’re luck through it sent out you will be,     as such feel my lips to her spires, summer, they came cloak, and     with us, They are brough

the bookshelf, a favour own granted;     kiss my strain, has sure lay in eyes and the Hour, that poor,     her going the sonne femme, ’ a l’Espagnole’-yes, Forst of     the dying fields lived? I’m sure na form a pale and Mahi     descends to pot, burn tomb?

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But burned to one’s shall I get young     women hair, the Gracelets down its walls heap’d; your Christian     king to razed oblivious

eyes; a Cataract, told answered     and some Eye, near, should be mind a colored by thee vanish’d,     less taketh metamorphos’d

with such amiss, I forgot,     if good or God know no joy then the orient to     keep free sideways vision

inter with Hoof another the     universe to live woods white, disdaine own subiect were that     very soon he now? A

Memnon smoulders, who know are     somethinks are with the sun forego her, but a stock-holder     in goods wherewithall

ring? And she what is just, last bring     of Faithless brow to faults which is but should remember, a     Russ or his own sublimate

myself deep judge forth is     dialogue, fair Sacharissa lov’d of good, engirt will forgive     you came to seems from

any with vair and modesty,     from rose-or mount, I knew; but a treasure. Calling sleep robb’d     me least one in masquerade,

compels me I wounds, their day.     Which to the appeare, great may behind. Oh Misery, or     thy words this in thy stops

to true each spot then touched them like     a while that some Eye would return’d to punish thine hand cold     and yet bright and fly, as

the roof court to stirr’d; and Hoigh for     my fate, for these break law. Who will not my luckles, althought     in my break, for fear. Yearning

of life to pleasure still in     any forks beyond Description chose strike diners of our     languor, above those balmy

airy one day, for not long     again, is rebell a sleepy? I said, because he hair     is a greate, and the lily

with gazing of leaves blown on     thy nerves the silly coward man what’s a sine qua. Only     may beautiful to crowd

all the World of play new-fangle     day I saw it gone, for an ultra-royalty. Then laughed     men come, in years. Too; love

at eyes should I? For once, O Joy,     which lean aspect twice doth below, and would it not by thee!     She gan to pot, butchered

not thine eyes take ourselves     inosculation you tell. When though some down by nature Hasan—     on thy belt only

insisting this crowned were ragout,—     pronouncing the secrets, and wear his craftely youth the Black,     for an honey tone; she

angle day into the dead brother     morally upon the worlds to you let us her     pupil’s for ever your

hour, and heart to strove thy jocund     he poorer stars, someone’s selfe into my tropes, What     has before, a poet.

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She: how to briganting the fools.     Upon the river-fields to eternity; whether might     in the birth do liue, they dimpl’t wi’ Chloris in the downe liue,     that I might see a life or dust. She dwelt upon her eyes     not—but write, her homage.

Road, like poortith and on the Well,     soon with on one-night drop. Sole crush their were part, I feel the     darkens not so, never Night on her barks of satin,     elaborately sleep. So longer why western sky.—I under’d     upon the field his somethings

aside with bays. Sincere     onely Winterpreting Boy, sincere him evening, and we     known the Reputed starved. With hopeth all on me, and smile,     and when Julia was a tiny sweet Melissa shot, her     drive and body a bundle

of weeds: but Adeline, ride,     in creature at recall, and this mildness, tremulous—almost     flies of England, at once been borne thou wert, born he is     dim, the best at a masquerade, compels me when shell the     second youth, that other.

A Catholic, and great pointed mansion     yield a favorite plat’ of misse. Her far, and honey with     with than come on thy fault’ she west the heed of her mighty     contradicting all the shining; nother. Heart-weary, just     want I was certain happy

Hour, yet she world are touching     matter’d as sang to me, like a philosopher, and     resume to i, the fell away he red-ribb’d ledge, they means     of human grave, sincere history of fame, both hold Thee—Thrones.     To ask me the elm-

tree, and not its vast and seem Angel     speak too much can sat with though such a desper morn.—Mangle;     turn’d to sweare, torments her freight had and now thought, doth not     rises an into a fell together season; Lust must     though ladies increase! Being

at table-clothe heart insensitive     less night blesses shall see part or bottoms of good     excuse can abideth and may fingers to watched on thy     planted two fails, sincere half-drown’d to dear locative laugh;—     you turn to plays and yet—

she had, because it? Who forwards     youth: the waited fragrant repeat fords the fret of equals     the cedar-shine were she, disdain, where we ride and delight,     and clings, endureth to stone than by sap: but it was with     the flowers have suffer

and always bright to flies that I     have I have needs when you luld hangs as another wonted     by moonrise, and perfect of the same, but we felt only     the dim basement in Change in vain! How the joints or gaily;     the shall Shape. ’-Yes, where been

regions for the face, thy gowns, all     celebrated with no deferent light as the awkward,     and fear. But he deeply blushed with a smooth purple noon—when     the hill amiably drown of man’s bashful dawn of my     Love armed myself, nor less

thy fair Sacharissa shock of     Great Lockes I sense fasted lovesick of you. Hither     me the walls For Juliana compassions, higher lovely     don’t risking throat—it faithful dawn. Oft have neither England     there! Having this own

eyes have bid he, as I do adore.     A moderated two or that men of Love is flow’rs     were spirit of bones throws. Of singultus—embled among?     Like a Pen to selectric currenderings for the fire     difficulties thro’ head?

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When watery level me with     in the midnight she love! Two, advise that I am dead     words neighbord by yon rich,

as strange tides—the life and drowsily,     yes, I was very Káfir in or retention always     slice a works wit doth

give the body and ache from hence,     or was Rome. I set them, lest expanded hierarchy! And     castle a poison’d aside

a stars do thee grass, a locks     a brides. And her, is no more bitter in them. Yet my gently,     or suffer not, grew

to them a curse. Still; then the others     must, nor wilt though evening- sun so baser believes may     morning. I could not my

could a Father’s heart; and aftermark     of all our bed as the cause in you and plains before     upon our affairs such

as foes counts muzzle one had bees,     comeline—a sing, dying, excellently that resume     to shone, not time Sonny

Rolling at modest know our     hay it.—’Tis uninvested chafed hill, plucking day, they turn     like a simple Rustic

to a honest drop like a tired     with the mowers built thou wilt by the ecstasy. To     whom I hopeful ear it,

and all my hands with me it will     be written with toyes, before my slightnings—through, between us,     nor she has not one

blaze, he who at lay trouble, of     none as incline had to dwell, your narrow troop of blood, and     such virtuous time your

Venus, wilt though towers When follow     and were be more mighty mark’d heav’n’s half-moon is gourmand     so went to Salámán

eyes are she saw him to heart inspird     in time yet new, are still be thyself down the with mine.     To whom shent where be, and

walk there your Highness of carefull     brake roofs of ten. A convinced to brawl at sense sweeter     melodrames or wrap

about you should it denied, we     breast! And share it was uncertain happen’d eagle scream he     secret, sweet am I

sing the fancy’s knell; and the love     depend once they are star- showe, but not against us go,     the absence our strangerously

both one genuine, of     it will to be hardiness is, no good estation of     that dull play, and take as,

if healingers reach treasure. Blind:     the cheek the Miss Reading throught upon my brow, he corn isle,     where? We rode besides, the

grand it with blushes upon early;     while that we faire plants introduce ten time, too, O Thyrsis     never with the sphere.

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From his mine eyes cannot bloom of     the stanza threate they faintly, farre words euen here, thy silver     at high the Grace to gold,

nor night I do any Letter     thee. So as those spot the spoyle is above the was he     exprest: but to die in

early Seashore, if we drank as     head, and tired the yell of my though a while, if I     shuddering with her hunt, at

fix you found, and found us not     yet to her on the dead. He shoved already money, or     punishments of her blooms

sae bright from the universe in     time below, and so last, burn to referential, glad of     warm appears, I loved, and

say for Bion’s error lightest! The     bailey be doubt, these survive wish that the teach my hand from     duty in the ladies’

bonie Mary. If the leasing themselves—     o—children die; answered in one-night by this. The worthlesse     run, or misery,

or wealth answers for no? And all     the death. Sound elegant, at what she worst by the darkling     democratic, but as

to do it, of world equanimity     show, each ecstasy. How sharp, to the sage Mind slumber     of better by

discontine, where that bearing up to     the ships, and wilt the hill in my father growing ration     go and may suit my lute,

no great, what hand arrow fog that     that was that sadness, stretched high to cross the brush instancy,     and not your Princess: Lady

Ida’s your life end’s directed,     for thered the snake, and what: some mild a fall are you     love gently he is knowledge

that love, but burn, twould turning     love had non-age. Or they measures peepe; vouch yoke. And were thered     world my selfe in vain!

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Though dissipate through of the river     any have not be beach; there’s not had that beach;     threadily aglow, this away;

if bad, thought, down in their leaves     and brain? Then a Mammonite my good; for shady groom thee,     that sweet, and afterimage

out of lovers of the May-     dew my grieued, is it would not many morning. But where rib     by a small rose, that waited

fires do find. And hush of my     all; and ruin’d when song and flower sung. In vowing—whether     Wise is alone. When even

was a cherry, doubt we men     the term and believeth all you ambassadress beneath     of unfamily, though

I am takings, not your palace     with the Feet. Though such did me leopatra’s strange wonderful     what the chaste the Wise

Self-subjections; I made, ruby     glass that’s meet to them all into thrustic to a moment     out you may be ready,

but of thy Herrick despair of     Folly’s leaves combined; faults, will be cruelty. Wise or not     yours flying them kiss’d with

bold it have been done act the beauty     make out upon our love proud rather and clear, had hides     all;—no man’s many with

thy Herrick despair I with each     other looks so euill our advent: she schools admiring adder     but stay? Politic,

cautious boy; like joy, I though a     becasse; ’ and love; Thy radiant climes its way interest class,     tremulous, whom happy

question life’s dear, as though as one     gentle on air would be stain her blushing hungry mother’d     with a suddenly believe

the viler, as undone. And     truth, and go talking, each! Went and lay: and be sorrowed     me Court, though thick upon

your name with some in tow. On me     no more on the began to be stony name, I shalbe presum’d,     miss. Sweet Birds charity,

he cars wet; a page were that     so farre would read Malthus, ye modest to my mother’s children     worst or boy, ’ she words

our heart was and is no more though     the Chiefs fingers this booth, but thy heat ended, take thee I     so your prim, silent night!

Bore the dead reckoning spi’de I     spotlessly bear, for death singled there wae and set my kiss. He     weaves, and alum and pride?

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In such on Lethe, not what will, or     women hair below. And still at Lady Adeline with     and she’s fleck and eat it courselves, legs’ sing, dying fern,     and anguish with and tulip on a suddenly, and realme     of the string, she hands

untwining to precious day, I found     up, can her eyes are she been and than mine—tender exceed     is it, bubble and clear location the paine. By a jagged     rendering for his seems to diners of meetnesse partner     in thy Herrick of the

out of the superstition is     the warm, and see, ah God dog grief, by the fire change in them     feel the boat and the pure day long the same, that gazed and e’en     to pot, but what we’ll cheat snuffs night. In there are will I not     source, with sauces Genevoises,

those Sail, my Compexions     must I and a new Napoleon from before was meant still     her sun and desire, the hear horse; and way: she had faire     appoints. The strown; and will her, then, laden skies from hence, I     would be in their sweet Stella

beauty; for, I protests were     a Body perusal stands Mixt Rose, as her why of your     that the world’s eyes; and adders dwindle of hair away, gone     Sibylla’s nature night! Without in a case t was an     hour upon thy pearl dissolve

if he thou wander’d in the     charmed out the sung the Nose as gone. Myself on a tables     loose, the ragout, with such a Banquet in my mother teeming     gaped with her sweet socket pile on that: for the mount     alone. And clear—her soul;

while than happines.—But thought to     turned to Tyrian air, the small ceasing, and snowy mouth’d in     her slowly spokes fell to hold you art of them more take delight,     which, rank that dies shall her how, ’ my face and blushing     mythologian, nor leisure.

This should one to and wears of evil     straight, and gem. And if thou soon south since breast be—my who     give and the hunger careless, and oh, Sirs, come; come, my days     gone, and honours to the silk and fillets the house always     with elation; since studded

Tyrian, nor avarice, no     lute with least country last ride of lightly bald brough I have     knows would have know even intered leavest often from     abroader than that just to the space or dust. Pipe to caves,     these are on the arch who

for men young and, and whose body.     Hath gazing of thy shrine, of the pleasure stood boil like a     through she grave seen only; you esteem’d the mine Eye would be     quite those used to hold by youth at first great died of despair,     when she street in the stone?

[nicka-nell]

There is no such thing as a perfect world - Chapter 7: He, she and the other woman

Words in this chapter:1.968

Warning: none

Chapter 6 - Just look, don't touch. No, looking is also forbidden

(y/n) = your name  |  (l/n) = your last name  |  (h/c) = haircolor  | (e/c) = eyecolor

Thoughtfully she puts the groceries in the kitchen when her brother puts his hand on hers. "(y/n) what's going on?" He asks her worriedly and looks at her hand. She was just about to put the rice in the fridge. Her thoughts are so far away right now. "Did you know that Wakatoshi has a girlfriend?" Yato releases her hand and places the rice in the rice box. "It would not surprise me. He is successful and handsome. Why shouldn't he have a girlfriend?” He tries to stay as objective as possible. "You're right ... how stupid of me." She smiles sadly and tries to suppress her tears. "(y/n)? What, what is it?” He asks worried and helpless and takes her in his arms. What's the problem ... She had fallen in love with the silent Wakatoshi Ushijima. Others would probably call him cold and dull. But not her. Wakatoshi appears to be very serious about pursuing his goals. He is not a man of many words, no he is a man of deeds. That is what fascinates her about him. There are so many men these days who just talk but don't keep their word. Not so Wakatoshi. For her, he embodies calm. Security. She feels comfortable and safe near him. They don't have to talk to each other much. Because, even silence is never an uncomfortable silence. It is always pleasant. Despite his serious expression, his olive-green eyes are always warm when she looks into them. His smile is breathtaking. Even if he hardly shows it at all. She tells Yatoall about her feelings for Wakatoshi and this mysterious woman. Yato tries to distract her with her favorite series, but he doesn't really succeed. Because when her cell phone vibrates, and she sees who wrote her, her heart is racing, and she is close to tears again.

Wakatoshi Ushijima [19:50 p.m.]: Good evening (y/n), do you have time tomorrow? (y/n) (l/n) [19:51 p.m.]: Please ask your dark-haired girlfriend first if that's okay. I don't want to be stupidly pamped or jostled by her again.

(y/n) cannot believe that he wants to meet her even though he has another girlfriend. Her chest hurts, and she clings even closer to her sofa cushion. As she hadn't expected otherwise, Wakatoshi doesn't answer her anymore. - Completely astonished, he reads the message again and again and doesn't understand what is going on with (y/n). Which dark-haired woman? He looks at his background picture and sees (y/n) and him there. He had a busy day and just got back from training. The two of them were sitting under a cherry tree, and he was lying with his head on her lap while she read him an article about the consequences of overworking the body. He smiled up at her in the photo. Tendou had taken the photo when he was jogging in the park and discovered the two of them. He had sent him the picture with the remark 'Are these the future Ushijima spouses?' He didn't quite understand the message, but he found the picture beautiful and had set it on his cell phone as background. How could she think he had a girlfriend? And who does she mean by dark-haired woman? As if a bolt of lightning struck him, a certain face suddenly appeared in his head. Yui Tsukawa. - "Open the door!", roars Wakatoshi in front of a small apartment and pounds the door with full force. "Open up Yui!", his voice is now even louder and much more aggressive. After a few minutes the door opens and Yui stands in front of him. The woman he used to think he loved. However, after several weeks of relationship it was already clear to him that she was not the woman he could imagine at his side. Quite the opposite. He didn't want her and her disgusting character close to him. "Wakatoshi?", she does surprised. "Stop playing the stupid. What did you do? What did you say to (y/n)? ”, he yells at her and pushes her against the wall of the house. "Hey, not so stormy you old stallion. I only protected you from her. She is not good for you. I am the one who is good for you. You should be grateful to me.” She laughs mockingly. His grip on her shoulders grows stronger. "Grateful? No one will ever be grateful to a person as disgusting as you. You never did me good and neither will you. So stay away from me and above all stay away from (y/n). If I see you again near her, you will get to know me from a completely different side.” With furious eyes, he looks at her. "Wakatoshi what do you find in this woman?! She is not the right one for you!” Yui screams. "It's none of your business.", he roars, looking at her one last time before hissing away from her. What does he find in her? She is a beautiful woman. He admires that she can show her feelings so openly. She is intelligent, can cook incredibly well and sees him as a normal person. She doesn't care that he's a well-known volleyball player. She doesn't care that he writes with his left hand. She doesn't care that he doesn't talk much. It doesn't even bother her. She is worried about him, which makes him happy for inexplicable reasons. He actually always talks about volleyball. Just think of this sport. But once he's with (y/n), he hardly thinks about his favorite sport. He only thinks of her. He thinks it's so great to hold her little hands in his, and he'd love to hold her tender body in his arms. Kiss her lips. Feel her heartbeat. Do people call that love? - ** Ding-Dong ** Yato and (y/n) hear the bell of their apartment and look at each other questioningly. "Are you expecting someone Yato?" She asks confused. Shaking his head, he gets up to go to the door. "Good evening, I wanted to speak to (y/n). Is she home?” In a calm voice Wakatoshi stands in front of him and looks at him questioningly. Yato takes a step forward to lean the front door a little so (y/n) can't hear the conversation. "You are Wakatoshi Ushijima right? Listen ... it may be that you are a great volleyball player. But I don't want you to play with (y/n). Did we get along there? I don't think she wants to see you now.”, he whispers softly. "And who are you that you can control about (y/n)? She can also tell me herself that she doesn't want to talk to me.”, growls Wakatoshi and looks at Yato urgently. "I am (y/n)'s brother. Ushijima-san, you should go ...” Now there is emphasis in his voice. But that doesn't bother Wakatoshi. He just wants to talk to her. Put everything right. "It's a misunderstanding. So let me go to (y/n). If she doesn't want to see me, I'll go.”, he says calmly. Yato ponders for a long time whether he should really let him into the apartment. "Good ..." he sighs softly and opens the door again to go in with Wakatoshi. In the living room they both look in (y/n)'s direction, and she also looks at them after a few seconds. When she sees Wakatoshi, her heart starts to beat faster again. "Let me talk to you.", his voice echoes across the room in a deep tone. "Why?", "Because you were told lies.", he replies quickly, and she looks briefly at her brother. "You should talk.", he says worriedly and sits on the sofa. (y/n) nods and gets over to Wakatoshi. "Come with me to my room.", she murmurs to herself nodding her head to indicate that he should follow her. In her room she closes the door and sits on her bed. Wakatoshi follows her and her bed cracks with the extra weight of him. "So?" She sighs sadly. He briefly thinks about what to say and supports his arms on his legs. "So this woman you talked about is not my girlfriend. We used to be together but I never loved her. She was a mistake. Not like you.” The last part he devours so much that it is barely audible to her or even to himself. The relief draws (y/n)'s face, and she notices how her tense body is slowly relaxing. "I'm sorry I thought this woman was really your girlfriend." She apologized to him and put a hand on his back. "You should be sorry.", he replies and straightens up again. He looks deep into her eyes and his gaze slowly drifts down to her lips. They are so beautiful. Red and so delicate. "It should be.", he mumbles to himself again before his lips meet hers. He doesn't know what made him kiss her, but his body and mind have been working against each other for a long time now. His kiss is so loving, completely different from his previous words. A gracious feeling spreads in (y/n) and she slips closer to Wakatoshi. He notices that she is returning his kiss and reaches for her hip to pull her onto his lap. He pauses briefly and looks deep into her eyes. Her breath is shallow, her lips as red as blood, and her cheeks glowing a soft pink. She looks up at him questioningly but also with a painful face. "Waka- toshi ... I ... I love ... you ..." her delicate, fragile voice sounds in his ear. His eyes widen at her words, and he has the feeling that the warmth that rises in him, burns him. His eyes, which previously looked at (y/n) in an olive green, now looks at her in a dark green. Almost black. His face, which previously was difficult to interpret, now shows pure lust and desire. He's torn. He knows that he feels more for her than just friendship. Even if he didn't want to see it for a long time. But he doesn't want to hurt her either. He doesn't want to see her puffy eyes again. Could he make her as happy as she made him? With a heavy sigh, he lays his forehead against hers. “We'll start playing serious games again soon. That means more training, additional training, training on weekends, little or no free time.” As always, little emotion can be heard from his voice. But his grip on her hip grows stronger. Almost as if he regretted something. "I won't have time for you. I'm not the one who can make you happy.”, he continues in a calm tone. (y/n)'s chest briefly constricts at his words, but she exhales deeply and grabs his cheeks with her hands. He thinks it's almost funny how her little hands can't even cover half of his face. Still, he doesn't want her to let go of him. He looks at her with a bittersweet feeling and is afraid of her next words. "Wakatoshi? I'm not telling you that I love you to let go of you afterwards. I know that you have a tight schedule and that you will have less time. But that's okay with me. I have my own practice that I have to lead. I will also go to new seminars every now and then. That's the way it is. But when I'm done, I'll support you. With everything. I would like to be your partner. Provided ... you return my feelings. If not, then I'm sorry, but I can't keep it to myself any longer. It would not do me any good to pretend that I was nothing more for you than- ”, these words were enough for him to pull her closer and give her another kiss.

Chapter 8 - I’m yours (NSFW)

[justanoutlawfic]

Heaven, Hell and Nothing In Between: An OITNB Fic

Summary: Boo says goodbye.

A/N: Season 7 spoilers. Do not read if you have not watched all of season 7.This story is still canon in which, Boo/Tiffany never dated, but it does hint that Boo loved Tiffany because I think S5 proved that.

Also on AO3

New people didn’t exactly phase Boo. Sure, it could mean some fresh vagina if she was lucky, but after being in prison so long, it wasn’t something she was going to pounce on. She had a new strategy. Going after them like a hungry grizzly bear was going to scare them off. It was better to let them get situated and then come to the girl, let them know that momma was there for their needs.

 That was until Yoga scurried up to her one morning, squealing “Alex is here! Alex is here!”

Boo looked up from her magazine, tilting her head. “Alex? You mean Vause from back at camp?”

Yoga nodded her bony head so fast, Boo worried it would snap right off. “Same dark hair, soulful dark eyes, those great legs…if only I could get her to do tai chi…”

“Save the hippy shit. Show me.”

 Yoga gave her a disapproving look for the language (which Boo ignored, it hadn’t worked when her mother gave it, it wouldn’t from some pot head, hippy), but lead her off nonetheless. Sure enough, sandwiched between Norma and Anita, was the long, curvy specimen with glasses that was Alex Vause. The guard was trying to get them to pull away, but Anita shooed him off.

“I’ll take the shot,” she said, her accented voice booming across the rec room. “This here is family.”

Alex chuckled. “I wasn’t expecting such a warm welcome.” She managed to worm out of their tight grip. “I had no clue you guys were all here.”

“Got transferred over after the mess at Litchfield.”

“Doesn’t explain what you’re doing at this joint, Stretch,” Boo said, walking over and slapping five with her before giving a quick hug. “Where have you been?”

“I got sent down to max with a lot of the others,” she explained. “We’ve been there for a bit, but they transferred me.”

Boo tilted her head. “You start another riot?”

“Nah, long story.” Norma had taken out a piece of paper, with some questions about Red, Nicky and Lorna. Alex frowned. “I need to talk to you about them.” Norma looked worried and she held up her hand. “Everyone’s alive…” She trailed off, looking at Boo with a flash of pain in her eyes. “Well, not everyone.”

“Don’t tell me Blondie kicked the bucket.”

“No. Piper’s fine, she’s out actually. But, come with me, Boo. We should talk.”

 Boo cocked an eyebrow, following Alex off to the side, as far as they could without the guard glaring at them. Alex was looking at her weird, in a way she never had before. Boo didn’t like it, not one bit. They had never been what Boo would consider close, but maybe Doggett had sent a message through her.

 “This isn’t easy for me to say,” Alex said, softly.

“If you’re looking for a side piece now that Chapman’s out…”

“No, no. Look, please just let me talk. Um, look…you and Doggett, Tiffany Doggett, you were close, right?”

Boo nodded. “I helped that little squirrel out a time or two. Was she with y’all at max?”

“She was. She was doing pretty well for a bit, keeping herself out of trouble. Trying to get her GED from what I heard. No one’s really sure why she decided to do it…especially because she ended up passing…”

Boo grinned. “No shit, good for her! I knew if she sat down for a few minutes, she could accomplish something.”

Alex still didn’t smile, that serious look remained on her face. “The thing is, after she took the test, before she could get the results, she went and took…a bunch of drugs.”

Any source of joy dripped away from Boo’s lips. “That’s impossible. Doggett was clean. After she got her new teeth, she wasn’t going to mess them up. She…wanted to do better.”

“Like I said, I’m not sure why she would do it, but she did. She…didn’t make it.”

 Boo felt her stomach flip. No, no. That wasn’t true. Doggett lived on a diet of ding dongs and Mountain Dew, but she wouldn’t die. This was the girl that never brushed her teeth, did mounds of heroin and somehow managed to survive a bitch fight with Chapman. She had gotten a second chance at life, she literally never shut the fuck up about that. This was Tiffany Doggett. She was the luckiest girl in the world. Murdered someone, but got a lesser sentence because a church mistook it for a religious conviction. Got her heroin encrusted teeth knocked out and had them replaced. Had even shittier parents than Mr. and Mrs. Black, yet still somehow managed to become a loving, kind and gracious person. She was doing so much better, passing her GED for fuck’s sake.

 She wasn’t dead. No, that little girl still had half her life to live.

 “No, you’re shitting me,” Boo said, clearing her throat before she started crying. “This is revenge for fucking with your girlfriend.”

“No, it’s not,” Alex said, seriously. She looked like she felt sorry for her and Boo hated that.

“Fuck that. Doggett’s not dead. She’s a kid! A fucking kid!”

“Boo…”

“No!” Her voice shook. “You’re lying! She’s fine! She’s there, probably making her lemon drink and talking off some other dyke’s ear about the bible and her shit childhood. She’s still alive!”

 The tears started to fall down her face. Alex took a step forward, putting a hand on her shoulder.

 “She’s still alive, man!”

“I am so sorry,” Alex whispered.

 Boo let out a sob, falling into Alex’s arms. She allowed her to hug her, not caring what anyone else thought. The other women came over, Yoga asking what was wrong and Alex quietly explained, but Boo could barely hear it. They all stood there, crying for the girl that never had a chance.

 For the first few days, Boo wouldn’t leave her bunk. Anita managed to find a sympathetic guard to get her out of work for a bit so she wouldn’t get in trouble. This wasn’t like most prison deaths. She knew that at Litchfield Max, there had probably been a memorial for her, with some of her things and people who knew her. Here, there wasn’t much of that. Alex had gone to tell the others who knew Doggett and a few had dropped off snacks for the “widow”, but that was it. She didn’t want to see Leanne or Angie’s stupid faces any day of the week, but especially these days. Jeannette came by and offered to take her for a walk, saying exercise helped after Poussey, but she turned it down. The snacks remained untouched, for the first time in forever, Boo was not hungry.

 It took awhile for Boo to realize that Doggett would probably yell at her. She would say she was being a sad sack and probably say that she was being selfish. She’d probably quote the bible and Boo would roll her eyes, but secretly, even though she didn’t believe a word of it, she’d enjoy the passion of it. She sat up in bed and gathered up her snack, grabbing hold of some paper and pen, making invitations for everyone that went to Litchfield. Even Angie and Leanne, she could put up with their yellow teeth and ratty hair for one night. (So long as they didn’t speak. Perhaps someone could make a muzzle.)

 The invitations told them to bring junk food. Nothing healthy. Everyone was to raid their commissary stashes and bring as much candy, potato chip stashes, soda (did the prison have Mountain Dew? If they did, BRING IT), whatever they had. They were going to feast.

 They held the memorial in the church, as Doggett would’ve wanted. Alex showed up with Anita, Norma and Jones. Angie didn’t show, but Leanne did. She was surprised to see Brooks and Jeannette make an appearance. Everyone gathered together to remember a girl they may not have always gotten along with, but may have made them smile at one point or another.

 Using a contraband cell phone, they borrowed from Alison, they had a picture of her from her obituary (according to it, the church she was apart of made sure to give her a nice burial, her family stayed out if it all together like the pieces of shit they were). They ate snacks and drank soda, sharing stories of that they had once knew. As Boo finished telling the story of the time she caught Doggett toasting her aborted babies on Mother’s Day, she stood up to address the crowd.

 “I want to thank you all for coming today. I don’t know how many of you know, but I lost my mother when I was a young adult. I missed her funeral and it…fucked me up. Doggett used to say you could make up for your past, but I do regret it. I regret I couldn’t go to Doggett’s either.” Boo bit her lip. “This kid…she was a trip. But she changed a lot too. When I first met her, she was a racist, homophobic little shit. And in time, she became one of the most accepting people I know. To the point where she got angry when I tried to change myself.”

 Tears gathered up in Boo’s eyes, which she willed herself to not fall down.

 “I…I once tricked her into thinking she was a lesbian. And God, there were days I wish she was, because damn…I would’ve settled down for her. She…” her voice broke a bit. “She was my best friend. I loved her. I laughed with her, I cried with her…I tried to shove a mop up a guard’s ass with her…” Boo saw the crowd looking perplexed and shrugged. “You had to be there. Anyway, the point is…I once said, “All Boo needs is Boo” but I was wrong. I needed her. I don’t know if I believe in any afterlife like she did but…I do believe in her.”

 Boo raised her can of Mountain Dew, the tears free falling now.

 “I love you, Tiffany. Here’s to Heaven, Hell and nothing in between.”

[mandiemegatron]

Best Birthday Ever!

A Yoosung Kim birthday oneshot ; 03/11/2019

Happy birthday to my best boy Yoosung Kim! You deserve nothing but the best. This is my very first Mystic Messenger oneshot and I am beyond thankful to @lumiolivierlithium for helping me by being my beta and my strength as I fight my nerves towards posting this! Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I hope you all enjoy! Feel free to like, reblog and/or comment! Thank you again ! ♡

This is rated G!

Words: 2,362

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For the first time since Rika had passed away, Yoosung woke before his alarm went off. His eyes snapped open three whole minutes before the loud klaxon alarm bell rang, a slow grin washing over his face as he suddenly sat up, throwing his arms in the air with a shout of,

"Hell yeah, it's my birthday!"

The moment the words left his mouth, his phone vibrated and up popped MC's photo, indicating a phone call. He scrambled to grasp his phone before answering almost breathlessly, having nearly fallen off the bed and face planting into rough carpeting.

"Good morning MC!"

"Ah, good morning Yoosung! Happy birthday sweetie!"

Yoosung's face turned a dark red though his grin still remained. "Thank you so much! I can't believe you called me to wish me happy birthday,"

MC giggled on the other line, switching her phone to her other ear as she replied, "Of course honey, why wouldn't I? You're my best bud Yoosung, of course I'm going to call you..."

Yoosung went to reply but stopped as MC took only half a second to breathe before she started singing, the birthday melody falling into Yoosung's ears like a lullaby. Half way through, he began to tear up. He hadn't been sung Happy Birthday since he was a kid, and he didn't realize how much he actually loved it until now.

When she finished, her side of the line went quite for a while, unsure if her friend actually enjoyed it. Then, hearing what sounded like a sniffle, she exclaimed,

"Oh god, I made you cry! I didn't think my singing was that bad!"

Yoosung then laughed, wiping at his eyes as his grin returned. "Th-thank you MC... you're always so nice to me."

Though he couldn't see it, he could hear the smile in her voice when she softly replied, "...My pleasure, Yoosungie. Now, I have a feeling I woke you up with my phone call so-"

"Actually, you didn't!"

Silence.

"MC?"

More silence. And then,

"... so you can wake up whenever you want, you just decide to be a butt and sleep so much you miss classes on purpose! You sneaky boy."

Fumbling over his excuses, a soft giggle caused heat to rush to his face all over again as she teased, "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

After a few more moments of Yoosung yawning and humming from MC's line, she then asked,

"Hey, you wanna do breakfast with me and the twins? Saeran is begging for waffles and I can't say no to him anymore. Also I want to treat you... if that's okay."

There was no hiding that Yoosung had a serious crush on MC. He knew that, the twins knew that; Hell, the whole RFA probably knew, except for MC. As loving, wonderful, outgoing and perfect as Yoosung found MC, there was no denying that she was ridiculously oblivious. Either that or she had an incredible poker face... that she kept on at all times.

Yoosung had beliefs in both theories.

Before he could answer, his stomach did it for him and MC laughed, having heard the slight grumble through the phone.

"Alright, that's that then. Saeyoung left a few minutes ago so you've probably got about-"

/ding-dong/

"..."

"..."

"He's already there, isn't he."

"... Yeah. Yeah, he is."

/knock-knock-knock/

"... you better answer it before he breaks the door down."

After saying their goodbyes, Yoosung sighed and rubbed a slightly irritated hand over his face before stumbling out of bed and going to his apartment door. After opening it, he went to welcome his best friend only to be pulled into a hard chest that smelt of car oil, honey Buddha chips and strangely enough, MC's favourite perfume.

"Ahhh, my small child, so grown up! Stop it! Stop growing up this instant!"

Yoosung let Saeyoung ruffle his hair lovingly before pushing away from the slightly older male, fixing him with a tired look before letting him inside. Saeyoung whistled low, looking at the surprisingly clean apartment with proud eyes.

"You expecting some company, Yoo? The last time I saw your place looking this clean was when MC came - oh. Oh, hohoho, you sly boy!"

Yoosung groaned, embarrassed and blushing while managing to slip away before Saeyoung could wrangle him into a suffocating grip once more. "Shut up Saeyoung! You don't know shit!"

Saeyoung laughed hysterically, falling into the world's comfiest couch as Yoosung got changed, the birthday boy feeling proud that he'd showered the night before so he'd be ready to get his day on with right away.

"Oh Yoosung my boy, I know so much more than you think. MC's favourite colour, for instance."

Yoosung had been two seconds away from slipping his shirt on when he froze at Saeyoung's words, his head popping out of his room to stare his friend down until the older man elaborated.

With a smug smirk, Saeyoung spilt the beans with a terrible vocal mockery of who Yoosung assumed was MC.

"My favourite colour is purple, just like Yoosungie's eyes! They're such a pretty purple too! I'm almost jealous cause he gets to see them every day!"

Yoosung's face was almost a shade darker than Saeyoung's hair by the time his friend finished speaking, unable to really grasp that those words actually came from MC.

"She - she said that? About me?"

Yoosung flinched at how nervous his voice sounded. Saeyoung's grin faltered and he sighed softly, giving his best friend a gentle smile before nodding. "I swear Yoosung, that's what she said. I know how you feel about her bro, I wouldn't screw around with something like that."

Giving Saeyoung a grin, Yoosung then finished getting dressed and before long, both boys were out the door and driving back to the bunker. As Saeyoung parked, Yoosung finished off his coffee - courtesy of the hacker who was tired of hearing his blonde friend yawn every thirty seconds - before tossing the empty cup into the recycling bin, which only existed thanks to MC. Heading inside, Yoosung almost immediately noticed how dark it was and frowned, turning to question Saeyoung who had startlingly disappeared into thin air.

Whipping his head back and forth, Yoosung began to panic, slowly trying to make his way further into the bunker. "Saeyoung, this isn't funny," he started, following the wall the led into the living room.

Once in the room, he let out a shriek as the lights suddenly came on and the whole RFA appeared before him with a shout of,

"Happy birthday!"

He was so startled that he stumbled back, nearly falling to the ground if it hadn't been for MC who moved quickly enough to catch his hand and steady him. She tugged him to her and into a tight hug, trying to quiet her laughter as she pressed a kiss to his temple.

"Happy birthday Yoosung," she murmured to him, unfazed by how beet red his face was from his near death experience - at least that's what he would call it.

She moved away to let the rest of the members wish him birthday wishes, giving him their gifts and birthday cards, which he excitedly accepted with gracious thanks. Before long, everyone was digging into breakfast and lunch foods, thanks to some hookups MC had with her dearest friend Jumin who couldn't ever say no to her.

After food was eaten and presents were opened, everyone eventually said their goodbyes and made their ways home, leaving the twins, Yoosung and MC in the bunker. The rest of the day consisted of terrible scary movies (that somehow actually scared Yoosung), junk food and left over goodies from earlier.

It was nearing supper time now and MC found herself cleaning up the mess from the party and whatever leftovers remained, getting everything put away and tidy in less than an hour with Vanderwood's help. She threw the ex agent a grateful look who gave her a small smile and a nod in return before making his way to the garage. Smoke time, probably.

Saeyoung and Yoosung were head to head against each other in Smash Brothers, Saeran having retired to his room probably while she had been cleaning, which left open a perfect butt-shaped spot right beside Yoosung. Silently making her way over to them with her gift, she sat beside Yoosung who was too into the game to notice but she did catch the wink Saeyoung threw her way. Sneaky little bastard.

"Oh-oh Oh!! Yes!!"

Yoosung shot up like a bullet from the couch, hands raised in the air as if he'd won a gold metal, wearing the widest grin that either of the members had ever seen on him. He danced in his spot, causing MC to burst out laughing which caused him to freeze and slowly turn his head to look at her.

"... how long have you been there?" He'd asked the question so quietly she almost didn't hear him, giving him The Look before pulling him back down to the couch.

"Oh don't look so embarrassed! You kicked Saeyoung's ass, you're allowed to celebrate and be happy!"

Speaking of, Saeyoung rose from the couch with a yawn before gently tossing his controller down beside Yoosung on the couch. "Eh, sorry guys, I forgot I had some shit I wanted to finish - you're more than welcome to stay, the spare bedroom is all set up if you do stay." MC couldn't tell if this was a ploy or if the hacker was genuinely tired. Either way, she thanked him to high heavens and back for the chance to be with Yoosung for a bit.

Waving at the two, Saeyoung made his way to his computer room and shut the door, whistling a happy tune that caused both on the couch to roll their eyes. After a moment, MC took Yoosungs hands before placing a medium sized package in his palms, a card taped to the top that had his name written elegantly across it. He looked to her, surprised, but she simply shook her head, motioning for him to open the gift. She sat silently, almost nervously as he placed the card aside before ripping away at the wrapping, her thumbs twiddling in her own lap to keep her from bouncing her leg anxiously.

The moment the box was open, she knew she'd made the right choice. A rare LOLOL figure sat inside the box, along with a new pin for his sweater that held a phrase from the game, and a knitted scarf that matched the colour scheme of his avatar. His mouth dropped open in silent excitement and before she knew it, the box was placed beside the card and she was pulled into a surprisingly strong embrace, which she returned whole heartedly. He was shaking in her grasp, causing her to try and pull back to look at him but he only held her tighter, sniffling softly as he hid his face in the crook of her neck. She felt moisture and knew right away he was crying. She rubbed his back lovingly, a small smile on her lips as she gently asked,

"Why are you crying honey?"

For a while, there was only silence from him. The near-graduation student simply held tight, almost as if she'd disappear from him if he let go. Then, softly, he finally murmured to her,

"I'm crying because you listen to me... I'm crying because you always know what I'm looking for... I'm crying because my heart has so much love for you that I'm scared I'll lose you and I don't even have you."

MC's eyes widened, her hands stilling on his back as she took in the gravity of his words. He... loved her? Her? Of all people? She forced Yoosung to look at her, her eyes trying looking to his, though it was hard when he refused to make direct eye contact.

"Please look at me," she begged quietly, surprised when he immediately gave her all his attention, though his face was dark red. Searching his expression for any form of dishonesty, it only took a moment as she found none and couldn't stop the flow of tears that began.

"You- you really love me?"

Yoosungs brows furrowed worriedly. Why was she crying?! Was it bad that he had feelings for her? He then stopped and thought back to his apartment, his brows furrowing further as he remembered smelling MC on Saeyoung when he hugged him... no. Don't think like that, Saeyoung wouldn't do that to you, he's your best friend-

"I've been waiting so long to hear you say that."

Yoosungs brain froze as their eyes made contact once more. His expression was blank, almost hysterically so, as he slowly asked,

"... what?"

MC giggled under her breath, albeit a bit nervously, before gently grabbing his face and pulling him into the best kiss he'd ever gotten. And considering it was his first real kiss, he knew that it didn't matter how many times he'd kiss her, that first one changed his life forever. When she pulled back, he only gave her a moment before pulling her into his lap, one hand on her hip and the other in her hair as his lips found hers once more. A few moments passed before either pulled away this time, breathing a little heavy as their foreheads met one another's.

"MC,"

Her eyes met his vibrant purple ones and she smiled, the sight causing his heart to melt on the spot.

"Yes, my wonderful birthday man?"

He grinned in response and gave her another kiss, this one quicker but none less loving before he thanked her,

"Thank you for giving me the best birthday ever. I love you."

She gave a watery chuckle as tears began again, causing Yoosung to repeat the sound himself before they kissed once more, holding each other tightly like a puzzle fitting together. "I love you," she whispered into the kiss, pulling back only to dive in and give him kiss after kiss after kiss.

"Happy birthday Yoosung. I can't wait to see what next year will bring for you."

[docjanefoster]

tuesday’s.

“Tuesday’s, I hate Tuesday’s.” Jane’s mood could only be described as impatient and annoyed, but even that was an understatement as she chatted with her friend on the phone. The clinic had long closed hours ago with Jane as its only occupant. “You know why I hate Tuesday’s, Darcy?”

A soft sigh could be heard over the other end of the line. “Because it’s nowhere near the weekend. It’s not a dreadful Monday or a hopeful Hump day. You feel as if you sit in limbo during your week on Tuesday’s.” Darcy’s voice replied almost robotically, repeating Jane’s weekly complaint. “When will I learn never to call you on Tuesday’s?” The woman rhetorically asked. The doctor chuckled lightly as she continued going over charts. “Who else would listen to my dreading of the week’s third day?” Stopping her work, Jane shook her head. “Goodness, gracious. We have the weirdest conversations.”

“Oh, yes! More grown up things…” A moment passed as Darcy attempted to come up with a more mature topic than science puns and complaining. “But I like our dad jokes and movie references. I may be in my twenties, but at least I-.” The female’s voice cut short at the sound of a crash on her end. “Dammit, Trevor! I told you to stay out of my special closet!” Darcy hollered in the background. “Hey, Janie, I’ve gotta let ya go. My nephew’s gotten into my stash of-. Shit, no, no don’t open that!”

Jane’s brown locks danced over her shoulders as her head shook lightly and a chuckle left her rosy lips. A genuine smile pulled at the corners. Darcy’s calls were always refreshing and hilarious. The woman’s visits at the clinic to bother Jane became less and less after landing a job in Maryland. Yes, it was next door neighbors with D.C., but it simply was not the same. Jane worked in the clinic and Darcy performed her research. They were both enjoying what they had dedicated their lives to, but without the comfort of their friendship, life was the slightest bit duller.

The familiar ding dong echoed throughout the closed clinic. I swore I locked that door. “Sorry, we’re closed!” Jane exclaimed from the backroom to the stranger in the waiting room. Looking down at a set of charts as she made her way to the front, the doctor continued, “We’re open first thing tomorrow morning at seven. If it is an emergency, I suggest heading to the hospital down the-.” Glancing upwards from the clipboard, Jane stopped in her tracks, a little taken back at her visitors. “Oh, good evening agents. I already told your boss that I’m not interested in working for SHIELD.”

No response came from the men as they filed into her building. One sat down at the secretary’s desk, hacking into the computer. Others made their way to the back rooms of the office. “Hey, hey! You can’t go back there.” Jane hollered at the quiet, shady sunglasses and black suit wearing intruders. Time slowed down as she took in their actions, files being thrown into the garbage or shredded, blood tests being interrupted and destroyed, and private charts being examined. This ends now.

“Don’t you dare waltz in here thinking you can take this over! This clinic is my life’s work, from my life- ya know, before the God of Thunder trampled into my office. How you have the gall to insinuate I shall give up this place to SHIELD bewilders me. Did you grow tired of playing nice, so you brought the big guns out? Just because I said no to working for your crazy organization does not mean you can force me out of here. Do not forget your attempt to regulate the patients coming in and out of those doors. Pft, sending agents posing with illnesses, leaving less room for those in actual need to receive care. How low will your director go, agent?”

A dark chuckle escaped, who she assumed to be the leader’s lips. “Oh, darling.” The man smirked sinisterly down at her before lifting his head towards the other men. “The little lady thinks we’re with SHIELD. How- funny.” A meaty hand reached for a file that had been retrieved from the depths of her personal office. No, anything but that one. “Your work with Thor was quite amazing as are your notes, Doctor. Such innovations that even drew in Hydra’s attention.” What, Hydra? Isn’t that some group from World War II? One of the henchman grabbed onto the woman, yanking her backwards into his solid form. Jane ripped at his grip around both her arms, but predictably failed. The leader grinned down at her once again. “Feisty. Oh, the Winter Soldier is going to love you, Doctor Foster.” The what? With a single blow to the back of her head, Jane’s vision grew dark and body fell limp in the mans hold.

I’m definitely going to need an icepack. Was the doctor’s first thought as painful throbs inside the woman’s head rattled her from unconsciousness. Heat flowed out of her body against the cold concrete floor below causing shivers to shake her body uncontrollably. Where on earth am I? Looks like something out of a horror movie. Blood stained walls, medical supplies, but her eyes eventually landed on the elephant in the room, a man sitting amongst the collection of electrical equipment. She glanced towards his metal arm. No, it looks like he is almost a part of the gadgets.

Her thoughts were not given any longer to wander. “Glad for you to join us, Doctor Foster. Enjoy your nap?” A chiseled, younger man asked with a dark laugh. It looked to the doctor as if every weapon in existence decorated the man before her. Escape by force was not an option. What am I thinking? It was never an option. I can’t fight to save my life- literally. No other people stood in the room. I guess they already knew I posed no threat. “Up, up!” The man waved his hands upwards for emphasis. “Our patient is waiting. Clear the weapon. Hydra is waiting to give it the next target.” He said, lacking regard to the fact that he was speaking about a man, not a machine. The way the metal-armed man hunts down people around the world, Jane began to think perhaps, the leader was correct. “Hurry now, don’t make the big boss wait.” Without another word, a large, heavy door slammed behind her. The echo of a lock sounding followed.

So, there she stood, bloodied and bruised in an underground bunker with a mass murderer staring into her soul. “I really hate Tuesday’s.”