#I will be a terror on your dash for all eternity

[respectthepetty]

A big reason I'm obsessed with Eddie in Kiseki: Dear to Me is because he is openly prepared to die for and with Chen Yi.

I doubt the show will touch on it, but the immense guilt Chen Yi must feel that Eddie willingly followed him down this deadly path instead of being a normal teenager who goes to high school would be a good reason he doesn't allow himself to reciprocate Eddie's feelings. Because Chen Yi knows Eddie is a smart boy, yet he decided to not go to school . . . since he loves Chen Yi.

Eddie chose to enter into a life where death is around every corner, and he did so because of his devotion to Chen Yi.

And Chen Yi is constantly confronted by that.

Chen Yi tries to nudge Eddie in a different direction each time, but Eddie refuses to leave Chen Yi's side.

So Chen Yi calls Eddie brother. He reminds them both that the bond between them is synthetic. Eddie doesn't have to abide by it. He could leave.

Because he has to know Eddie isn't there to be his brother. He knows why Eddie is offering his life in exchange for as much time as possible with Chen Yi. Even if his life is short, he will have spent it next to Chen Yi. So even if Chen Yi genuinely has feelings for Eddie, to act on them would mean to permanently cement Eddie's life with his where the only outcome seems to be a young death.

And that's a huge burden to carry. Someone's life has been benevolently laid before him without hesitation, yet he desperately wants that person to live.

Even if it means a life without him.

[maomao-words]

Okay everyone, I got sucked in Debut or Die's hell, and I am (most likely temporarily) out of my hiatus just to write this.

Here are some HCs of my favorite DoD boys with a tiny dash of angst in Ahyeon's part.

Fair warning, I am only a manhwa reader, so please forgive anything that you deem different or out of character in comparison to the novel.

With that, I hope you enjoy my obsession-fueled work.

Debut or Die Boys: How they deal with jealousy.

Cha Eugene:

Cha Eugene is a simple man. He recognizes he is prone to possessiveness and knows he can become jealous at the slightest of sign of attractiveness given from anyone towards you. Cha Eugene is also a smart(?) man. He knows he will not be able to suppress his anxious feelings and act as mature as his other hyungs might do.

So in response, Cha Eugene pouts. He pouts to you whenever he seems to think you were paying another man too much attention. He tightly clings to you, strong body enveloping your frame from behind as he plops his head on top of yours, and starts babbling about how much he misses you and how much he wants to be by your side at all times.

But each time you gently try to peel him off of you, because no matter how much you enjoy being in the comfort of his arms you both need to go back to work, Eugene whines. His clinginess increase in folds and his babbling turns into soft whimpers of how cruel his noona is being to him, and how unloved he feels at the moment.

Without fail, all of Eugene's actions bring you both to the same result every time. With you giving in to his large kitty eyes, you resign yourself to be smothered in his embrace for the rest of the day, as you mumble words of affection and comforting into his chest. Cuddling seems to be the fastest way to calm down your lover and to allow you to soothe his tantrums.

But as you watch Eugene beam at each praise you offer to him, cheeks colored in the loveliest shade of red, you only find yourself falling harder for him.

Park Moondae:

If asked, Moondae's sole response on the topic would be "Jealousy is not a word I’m familiar with."

It is not because he does not love you enough, or that he does not appreciate having you as his partner, nor it is due to any lack of attention on his side. Moondae simply trusts you. He trusts your feelings, dedication, and loyalty towards him and would never insult you by doubting your love.

Hm? What do you mean that every man who dared to glance at your figure with a flirty gaze seems to start avoiding you once they had the pleasure of meeting Moondae?

And what do you mean that your clingy and self-absorbed ex, who you thought would harass you to eternity, almost never reaches out to you anymore except with apologies tinged with a hint of terror?

Ah, now what? What does Moondae has to do with the way the rest of his teammates seem to be obsessively protecting you from anyone they deem 'dangerous' whenever Moondae's work holds him up? If they are acting as a band of professional bodyguards around you, it is definitely their own choice.

Once again, Moondae's response to all of these questions would simply be a nod, an indication that he has been listening to you attentively, followed by a soft smile. Moondae never lies to you, but he also never admits his involvement out loud. All he does on days were he is definitely not jealous is to hold your hand a bit tighter, smiles more brightly at your antics, and kisses your forehead with more tenderness than ever.

Seon Ahyeon:

Ahyeon's jealousy is at both endearing and worrying. While, unlike Moondae, he does acknowledge that he gets jealous over you, Ahyeon never finds it in himself to act as openly as Eugene is with his own worries and feelings.

On days where your work requires you to pour all of your attention away from Ahyeon, or on nights where you lay next to him and show off the pictures you took with your friends on your latest trip, this angel simply becomes sad.

He is aware that he cannot keep you locked away from all of the eyes surrounding you, nor does he want to, as you shine the brightest while doing whatever your heart desires. But Ahyeon cannot help but be afraid. What if you find someone else? Someone better than him? Someone who is more confident, who is able to properly tell you how much you mean to him, someone who would dedicate all of his time to you?

Ahyeon's worries bubble to the surface each time he becomes jealous. He tries to bury them at times, work through them at others, but mostly, he tries to express his love for you a bit more. He buys you small pieces of chocolate-covered candies and the fluffiest of scrunchies in your favorite color. He offers you the soft plushie he won during the variety show he was on that day, or even orders you that limited-time lipstick he saw you eyeing a week ago.

Ahyeon also kisses you more tenderly, holds your hand tightly, and sends lengthy texts for you to open as soon as you wake up from sleep. On the days he is jealous, Ahyeon chooses to love you.

The soft smiles and gentle words of gratitude Ahyeon receives from you in response never fail to soothe his worries. He knows that the day where he can fully open up about his anxieties to you without any fear is almost here.

[antimatterz]

don't let me go

yanqing x gn!reader

summary: you find yanqing left to bleed after he's defeated by blade and dan heng il, and rush to his side.

cw: comfort, mentions of blood, can be read as platonic

enyo's note: after debating whether or not to write for him i decided to go through with it because i'm just too soft for this boy. and yes there's a genshin impact easter egg lol.

content under the cut | masterlist

you had no clue what was going on outside of the four walls that confided you. following jing yuan's command, you had to stay inside as chaos reigned on the xianzhou luofu. but as you listened to the general's urgent order, yanqing had rushed out to help, leaving you all worried and restless. it was fear that stopped you from hurrying after him, yet you grew impatient and it came to a point where you considered going after him.

but jing yuan asked you to – ugh. for the nth time, you paced back through the room to the position you came from, until a decision was made. you couldn't care less about what in the world was going on; you had to know if yanqing was safe.

now that you made up your mind, you fell into a state of hurry. you burst through the door, the heavy components falling shut behind you. you were outside now, away from your safe confinements. instantly you were met with a frozen yet perilous battlefield, motionless bodies of cloud knights scattered around limply and stained with blood.

fear stirred awake in the pit of your stomach. was it really a good decision to leave the safe zone? what if it would cost your life? you didn't know much about the enemy, as jing yuan chose to keep you mostly in the dark, but judging from the mangled state of the corpses that lay around, they didn't know mercy. what if you would run into them? sure, you could put up a fight, but you were no match for an entire army – and come on, if even the cloud knights had to bow down and face defeat, what could you begin against them?

right, you were only scaring yourself at this point. once, you glanced back towards the doors that now shut you out. then you broke until a full sprint, worry stopping you from acting discreetly. you had to find yanqing.

you ran as fast as your legs could carry you, often having to swerve left and right in order to dogde fallen soldiers. it was eerily silent, and no living being was in sight. it was clear that the fieriest battle had already pulled over this part of the xianzhou luofu, leaving nothing but a lifeless quietness and traces of bloodshed and demise.

until a scream pierced through.

a shiver ran down your spine as you recognized the voice all too well, even though it was laced with pain and terror in a way you've never heard before. you abruptly halted and spun around, not thinking straight as you ran into the direction of the terrible cry. only yanqing's name resonated through your mind, and you had to get to him, no matter what.

who knew what dangers lay ahead? you dashed into them blindly, spurred on by yanqing's call. adrenaline surged as you went, heavy breaths passing your lips. you knew this part of the luofu like the back of your hand, and navigated along the corners effortlessly.

finally, after eternally lasting minutes full of dread, you found him – or rather, his still figure. your heartbeat ran cold in fright as you feared for the worst. after freezing momentarily, you awakened from your state of shock and ran over to the boy you so adored. you fell to your knees right next to him, ignoring the sharp pain that shot through your joints as you hit the pavement.

"yanqing!" you cried, your hands finding his motionless body. fresh blood stained your fingertips, but you cared not.

hearing your voice made the boy stir awake, and you breathed out in relief when his eyes opened. irises with the hue of ancient rime gazed up at you with effort as he called out your name softly.

"aeons, you're alive." a hesitant smile fell upon your lips, but your expression turned sour once you realized how badly hurt the boy was. "yanqing, what happened?"

"s-stellaron hunter and a traitor," yanqing seethed weakly.

"you fool, why did you run off on your own?" you scolded him. careful not to hurt him, you brought your arms around his trembling body and buried your face in his bloodied shoulder. you hardly cared about the blood that stained you, all that mattered was that you were united with a very much alive yanqing.

yanqing flinched in pain upon feeling your arms around him, but he nevertheless reciprocated the hug with a small grunt as it put a strain on his injuries. just like you, he didn't care. after the sheer terror of facing not one but two seasoned fighters, losing the battle, and being left to bleed out, he was glad to be safe and sound within your embrace.

"i'm sorry, y/n," he apologized. "i just, i just wanted to do something." the boy coughed, splatters of blood staining both your clothes. "how would i be useful if i just sat and waited while everyone else is fighting to save the luofu?"

"you could've died," you said, stifling a sob. "you're so reckless sometimes, yanqing."

"but i'm alive," the boy said. "i'll be okay."

you knew he was right; though he was injured and bleeding quite a lot, nothing seemed life-threatening. yes, he needed medical care, which he would receive as soon as you brought him to the safe zone. for now, you allowed him a moment to gather his strength after a battle that nearly ended in his very demise.

"you're upset," yanqing stated. "i'm sorry, y/n."

"of course i am," you affirmed, even though the feeling was dissolving rapidly now that he held you in his arms. you were relieved more than anything else – okay, and maybe a little mad at him for being so reckless, risking his life. but all with all, most of that melted like snow underneath the scorching sun now that you were together again. "if any, i'm just glad you're okay."

you let him go just a little bit, just enough to be able to look him in the eyes. "but general jing yuan will hear about this!"

"aww, y/n, you can't be like that," the poor boy sputtered.

"he's bound to find out, anyway," you reminded yanqing. "like, we're both gone from the safe zone and you're injured. what kind of excuse did you have in mind to mask that?"

"i'll worry about that later," yanqing sighed, pulling you closer again despite the pain and discomfort it brought him. "for now, just don't let me go."

and you complied, holding the boy a little tighter – yet still careful not to hurt him. after moments of terror, you found him and he was alive and not in danger any longer. that was all that mattered, right? you wouldn't know what to do if he died today, if you found him too late and were met with his cold and mangled body, like all the fallen cloud knights you ran into as you sought yanqing.

if anything like this were to occur again, you'd go with him. there was no way you'd let him go on his own again. it had always been the two of you, like two peas in a pod. not in your darkest nightmares could that bond be broken, and today had gotten way too close. it scared you, and you did not want that to happen again.

you held him close, listening to how yanqing's breathing gradually grew steadier. with each increase of strength, another pinch of worry left your being. he was okay. and thus, so were you.

you wouldn't let him go.

[windsweptinred]

I wrote this for a fun little flower prompt challenge between myself, @bobbole and @rriavian. 😊🌸

This Bobble's prompt: Holly -The terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and you - Destiny and Daniel

(This went a whole lot more angst ridden (and longer) than I was intending bobbole. Fear not, there's going to be some comfort with that hurt.. Destiny really is going to try! Warnings for Mother Night being Mother Night.)

 Little Brother 

"Greetings to you, my Mother."

Destiny of the Endless paused in the entrance of Mother Night's inner sanctum. It was a place awash with the grandiose beauty of her domain. Wondrous to behold, yet undercut by an all encompassing frigidity, an eerily eternal silence, horrific for the senses to experience . A place of awe and dread that perfectly reflected its mistress. 

Night stood in the centre, an imposing figure, instructing all about her with a commanding idleness. She acknowledged his presence with little fanfare, gracing him with a smug smirk. 

"Destiny, you've come to visit me. How delightful." Her honeyed tone was imbued with a cutting sarcasm that Destiny recognised all too well in young Desire's own barbed compliments. Crossing his free arm about his book, he inclined his head, nonplussed at her taunts. 

"You called for me, I came."

"Oh Destiny, always so pragmatic. " She sighed disdainfully. "You have far too much of your father in you." She moved leisurely to join him, sweeping a finger along the spine of his vast book, flicking maliciously at the great chain that bound it to him. Eyes alighting with glee as its metallic clink echoed around the vast, shadowed chamber. Then with an affected air she pinched at his cheeks, cooing tenderly, "An unfortunate eventuality. But you are still my stalwart boy. Yes?" She grinned excitedly, straightening his robes in an overly maternal display. "You have brought him, haven't you? My dutiful Destiny."

A brief flash of something that could have been reluctance passed over Destiny's face. Before he swept aside to reveal the slight, white figure concealed behind his cloaked frame. 

Unwittingly finding himself the centre of attention, Daniel, the new Lord Shaper, King of Dreams, Master of Nightmares, Dream of The Endless, visibly baulked. Fretfully he swept a curl behind his ear, fingers continuing to twist and tug at his white locks in an anxious manner. His starlight eyes dashing hither and there in an obvious show of apprehension, before hesitantly glancing up to meet Night's gaze. He gave a slight smile, a hopeful, frail little thing and bowed his head in regard. 

"Lady Mother." He addressed her with a timid reverence. 

Night stared at the man clothed in white before her with an unimpassioned air, before turning to her eldest. She waved an enquiring hand towards Daniel, face twisted in an obvious show of revulsion. 

"What have you brought me Destiny?" She enquired, her voice laced with faux curiosity. 

Destiny's brows twitched in aggravation. 

"You asked for brother Dream, mother. And here he stands before you." 

Night turned with great reluctance towards Daniel again and gave him a critical glance. He shrunk under her gaze, eyes dimming, fingers grasping at his long sleeves as if seeking some form of comfort from them. 

Night gave a sickly sweet smile. 

"Why, my foolish eldest….This is not Dream." She started towards Daniel, who curled further into himself as she approached. "My most cherished, most precious child."

Grasping his chin cruelly, she twisted it this way and that, before flinging it to the side with the ferocity of a slap. 

"This… base THING you have presented is not my little Night Terror!" 

She curled her lip and turned up her nose. "It reeks of scorched humanity!"

She turned away from him then, dramatically throwing herself into Destiny's arms with a pitiful wail. Completely unconcerned by the tear that trailed a delicate path down Daniel's pale cheek. 

"Oh you are a cruel boy to taunt your mother so." Night fisted Destiny's robes, dangling forlornly from him, letting out woeful, overdramatic cries. "They take my sweet Dream from me and suppose 'THAT' will be compensation enough. 

All the while, Destiny stood, expression unaffected. His unseeing gaze fixed on the slowly crumpling form of his brother. 

"Your behaviour is unbecoming." He reproached her steadily. 

Rearing back with a snarl, she shoved him viscously. Sending him staggering, desperately trying to maintain his stance and grasp of his book. 

"How dare you! Ungrateful, spiteful child!" 

With that, she rounded on Daniel, sweeping towards him with furious intent. 

"And you! How dare you look at me with his eyes. You are not worthy of my starlight!" 

She gave his head a hard smack, watching as the deep black of his irises bleed to verdant green in shock. 

"Keep them green!" She demanded spitefully. "Like the provincial little planet that birthed you."

She gave a dismissive wave of her arm, turning her back on both of them, a silent but clear sign for them to leave her presence. 

"Begone with this dust born Dream, eldest." She ordered with steely absolution. "I do not want it in my presence again!" 

For a while, the deathly silence of Night's realm hung over the trio, thick and suffocating. Before Destiny let out a loud, aggrieved exhale, moving towards the younger Endless, who stood, near bent double with grief. Daniel's eyes gleamed and chin wobbled precariously, yet he held his composure with an admirable will. 

Raising his arm, so his long sleeves draped like a protective barricade between supposed mother and child, Destiny gestured towards their exit. 

"Come," He instructed. "We will take our leave of this place."

He watched as Daniel gave one last, despondent look towards Night before giving him a mournful nod in agreement. When, however, after several moments the younger had made no move to leave, Destiny sighed, grasping one slender wrist in a firm but gentle hold. "Come Dream." He said pointedly. And in a flurry of pages they left the realm of Night behind them. 

…………….

The landscape unfurled around them like an opening book. Infinite darkness gave way to a hazy grey blue sky and the sharp cool of night lessened to a comfortable chill that tickled at the nose and fingers. The smell of foliage, half living, half dead, musty, yet comforting filled the air and in the distance, childish cries of joy could be heard accompanying the screech of ancient swing sets. A small park, tranquil and picturesque in its autumn hues. 

Despair seemed to consume Daniel all at once, his strength fleeing him as he slumped dejectedly onto a nearby wall. "I never asked for this." He muttered, voice thick with misery. "Yet they treat me as if I struck his killing blow for my own advantage…. I never asked for this."

Destiny inclined his head as if conceding a truth. "And yet you are, always have been and always will be Dream of the Endless." He stated, in a tone that left little room for argument. "A fact Night knows all too well. This was a chance for her to act out her own selfish dramatics. Nothing more." 

Daniel raised two pleading, wet, life-green eyes to meet Destiny's vacant pupils.  "I am no good at this."

"And yet you will be."

Daniel leant forward, resting his head against the ancient tome Destiny held to his chest. 

"I will never be him." 

"No." Destiny confirmed resolutely. He felt the younger sag at his words. 

"But you will be you, and that, in time, will be better." 

Daniel pulled away, regarding his older brother with a small, sorrowful smile. 

"Do you think so?" He asked, voice quivering. 

"I do not think, I know. I am all that is between the beginning and end. I am every tomorrow, every path ventured. Every fate foretold. I know this." 

He raised his free hand to rest it atop of his younger siblings head. "I am your elder brother, and I know this." 

Daniel clutched briefly at the others sleeve in a silent show of thanks before Destiny withdrew his arm. Finally acknowledging their surroundings, he glanced around them, taking their surroundings in curiously. 

"Where are we big brother?" 

"Where you need to be." Destiny answered cryptically, turning to the regard the misshapen gravel path that lay to their right. 

Daniel quirked his brow inquiringly, following the elders gaze as a woman he knew all too well, rounded the corner. 

Lyta Hall had changed little since he had last seen her. Still a statuesque beauty, despite the air of  inconsolable grief that hung about her like a shroud. Though today, she seemed somewhat content. Swinging the light grocery bag that she carried in time with the light tune she hummed to herself, taking in the autumnal serenity of the park. That was, until her gaze alighted on them. 

Her eyes widened in astonishment, the bag she clutched, slipping from her shock slack fingers and landing with a squelching thud which promised irrevocably ruined products.

"Daniel?" She asked in disbelief. Both stared at the other, amazement and apprehension intermingled across their features.

She reached out towards him, almost instinctively, "Daniel… my baby?" She asked, soft, desperate and hopeful. 

Daniel shook his head frantically, expression screwing into one of abject misery. "I'm not, I'm not…" He tried to  grind out until his resolve finally broke. The first anguished sob fell from his lips, followed by another as his body crumpled in on itself. He slipped from his perch on the wall, descending to the ground… Only to be swept up into Lyta's waiting arms. Tenderly tucking his head beneath her chin, she rocked him soothingly like a babe in arms. 

"Don't cry, don't cry." She murmured to him. Running gentle caresses through his white locks, sweeping away his tears devotedly and placing loving kisses to his brow. Completely oblivious and uncaring of the commotion they were causing in the otherwise tranquil park. "It's alright, it's alright. My baby. Don't cry.  Mummy's here. Mummy's got you. Don't cry."

Destiny spared one last glance towards once mother and once child. Daniel had curled eagerly into Lyta's maternal hold, clutching desperately at her as his heartache poured from him. Neither spared the elder Endless a glance, lost entirely in each other's embrace. 

"Be well, little brother." He wished the young dream Lord earnestly. 

And then, he was gone. 

(I had to really hold back from making Destiny too sentimental in this, make him act how he would act and not how I wanted him to act. Poor Daniel. I love him so but I don't half make him suffer in fics. 🙈) 

I'm posting this here rather than on A03 as I want to work it into the next chapter of what was 'Dandelion Wishes' …Now, 'Turn of the Wheel' . It needed renaming to match the entire theme of the fic. 😁 Anyway, I hope you…is 'enjoyed it' the right phrase? 😅) 

[galaxyedging]

I had to deal with something, so I threw Joel in the mix.

TW: grief, anxiety.

His body is warm underneath you. The warmth it brings to you transcends the physical. The warmth seeps deep into you. It's a comfort that wraps around your heart and soul. His slow, soft breaths go unheard by you, your own masking them perfectly. His heartbeat is the perfect metronome for your own. Two bodies completely in harmony. In an endless loop of reassurance. The world outside melts away. The children playing in the mid-morning sun. The low drone of cars carefully navigating the neighbourhood. It's all gone.

As if reality is trying to shock you back to real life, the truth flashes across your heart. Gone. Dead. Died in terror. Rotted away. Burned to ashes. You feel the truth, but you can't move towards it. Instead, it sits with you. Each synced heartbeat is now poisoned with the truth.

They're dead. They're dead. They're dead.

The warmth now feels like hell fire. Your eternal damnation for surviving. The truth corrupts harmony and reassurance, it turns it bitter. A glimpse of a prize long lost. It is torture.

Finally, you are released, the real world rushes in. The dusty floorboards. The paper thin bed roll. The darkness only slightly abated by the silver of the moon. The pain of the dream lays under your skin. Your heart beats rapidly low in your chest. It caged by a heaviness that constricts your wayward breathing. Pins and needles stab at your feet. Thoughts rush through your mind. The reality. The dream. The nightmare.

It feels like years before he reaches you. In reality, it must have only been seconds. Joel always sleeps with his good ear to you. Not that he would ever admit it. Not in the harsh light of day. No, the moonlight seems to bring about a transformation in Joel. The darkness conceals his affections as he reaches for you. It's a gentle hand on your arm at first. When that makes you flinch, he wastes no time in making his movements more deliberate. A heavy hand grips you as his arm draws you back to him. His chest presses to your back, broad and shielding. His head rests on top of your, weighing down the errant thoughts dashing around. Everything stops in place, buzzing with inaction. The buzzing grows overwhelming until there is one clear signal where to go.

It's alright, Darlin’, I've got you. Let it out.

It comes out in gasps for air and sobs. Hot tears on your face. Groans of frustration and anger. Bitten off screams of fury, despair, and loss. Once it's all drained away, there's nothing left in you. Your hollow husk lays in Joel's arms. Until his warmth spreads, chasing away the hollow cold inside. His heartbeat echoes around the empty cavern of your chest. Yours follows it. Not quite in sync, not yet. Their rhythm sounds out something new.

You can love again. You can love again.

[lvrdazai]

‧₊˚. 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐖/ 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒 !

pairings— dazai x reader , chuuya x reader , kunikida x reader , ranpo x reader

genre — fluff and angst , if you look really hard

a/n — apart of my christmas event thats.. um.. very very late.. pls forgive.. anyway enjoy the author in me has authored

dazai’s.. questionable. the christmas lights are wonky, and twirl around the tree messily in a strange pattern. one side is drooped, yet the other side is sown mightily high, accompanied with a poorly arranged batch of ornaments ranging from the bright colors of red, white, and green; with a dash of pearly white and a shiny, golden hue.

as some ornaments lie prettily along the tree, some lie broken and smashed against the hard wood floor; courtesy of dazai’s recklessness. as upsetting as it is, the tree was somewhat pretty, or perhaps even comforting in its own way, in which made it something that could be used to describe a blessing to the eye; despite the casualties.

you plead dazai to, "please, set the golden star up", as you can't. yet, he remains lazy, perhaps still dazed by the sugary taste of the cookies you two made earlier. upsetting; but can you blame him?

surely, he could help do many things, maybe not perfectly, but an effort remains the same. but, you’re just so cute worrying around about the broken, shattered ornaments and poorly strung lights that you prance around trying to do everything at once that he just can��t help but lay back and chuckle to himself. surely, you must realize that’s quite the humorous ideal to a man such as himself, yes?

chuuya's classy. your shared christmas tree consists of red and golden hues, perhaps with a bit of pearly white adorned within the common colors if you look hard enough; all tied together with a shiny golden star placed at the very top, which, embarrassingly, chuuya had to use his ability to get to.

the bottom is luxuriously packed with thousands of presents, in which mostly are to you, from your beloved, chuuya nakahara. his love language is gift giving, after all. so why would he skip up on the one day where he has the excuse to spoil you rotten, with dresses, jewelry, plushes, and, truly, anything you could ever wish for. it doesn't matter how expensive something is, if its to your liking you best believe it's showing up as your own on christmas day.

your face shunned with glee every time you open a present makes everything worth it. after all, he's an executive that makes money, why not spend it on "his the dearest of all"?

i think chuuya really likes christmas overall. the soft, sugary scent in the air as he walks out during the wintery seasons of yokohama make him feel a bit more.. humane. with joy and love in the air, something about its cold exterior thats laced with the warmest feelings a being could ever experience makes him feel more of who he wishes he was.

he's just so.. used to red being blood. the bloodshed, and murder are always going to be apart of him, as if its stained him, and the scent will always linger of his past victims. no matter how many times he stares at the terror, the horror he caused, and tries to rinse it off for his own sake, it never seems to wash off.

perhaps, thats why he's taken such a liking to wine, something thats beautifully red yet doesn't stain him with bloodshed and guilt. like a drug, it makes him doze off and relax, something he desires to be eternal. along with christmas' one prone color, red. red that isn't blood, red thats something that cant drag him down and splatter him with guilt, and its something beautiful. something thats, ..humane.

kunikida's stressed. he wants everything to be perfect, to the point where its no longer enjoyable. however, he has you. you who can calm him down, to slow things and enjoy them.

truly, everything is set to be perfect. the tree is adorned with the colors red, green, white, and shiny gold. the lights shine ever so brightly, wrapped perfectly around the tree. the star is high and mighty, at the very top. holiday flowers are spread generously, and the presents are aligned ever so neatly, that its truly the farthest thing from an eyesore. the presents are folded and wrapped to the point of perfection, and everything is clean. purposely, however, he hid dazai's presents to the back, so they aren't as noticeable, and if they aren't as noticeable, maybe you both won't realize how messily its wrapped.

kunikida works himself off just for a moment of relaxation, for a moment of perfection. a moment where he can enjoy himself, and let every single one of his worries melt off, as if they never existed in the first place; because thats all he ever desired. a world with no wrong, a world where everything is placed where they're supposed to be. but theres something he always will fail to realize; which would be the fact that every single misplaced event is what makes things beautiful in the first place. every single imperfection, smudge, ruin, and mistake are what create perfection in all its glory. so, hopefully he'll have you there for him. life's no fun if you're always worried, but how can you blame him?

a moment of peace is enjoyable, even if it is just for a moment.

ranpo's lazy. he barely does anything more than watch you struggle, perhaps jumping up to hang a cat themed ornament he found a year or so ago. there isn't much to say, other than you'll be doing most if not all the work yourself.

he's too busy eating the cookies you recently baked, somehow still having the sheer audacity to yawn whilst doing so. he knows you're pissed, but you also know no matter what you do, he isn't moving from his spot. but if you promise to bake him a new batch of cookies, he's up and running. and.. maybe, just maybe, you could sneak a few kisses in too.. unless that's too much to ask for, but thats just who he is.

once he's up, he still doesn't do much. takes the time to pick out ornaments carefully and yet doesn't do a well enough job. the ornaments are sloppy, slanted, and, dare i say, awfully chosen. the prettiest of them all would have to be the santa themed cat ornament fukuzawa gifted him a while back, and somehow it's in perfect, almost flawless condition.

he always picks the shiniest, glitter filled ornaments, simply because he believes they're the best of all. they're eye catching, just as ranpo likes it. unfortunately, there's no star. on the top, at least. when he tried to hang it up, his lack of focus and searing effort had it crashing down into the middle of the tree..

ah, well, all he cares about are the cookies anyway. everything else doesn't matter to him, as long as he gets a benefit; a sweet one especially.

you tried hanging up some sweets for christmas day, such as candy canes; but found them 'missing' less than an hour later. truly, ranpo is a man (barely), that can never be satisfied. that goes for his sweet tooth, and for his love for you. the holidays are always spent with him by your side anyways, whether you like it or not, so i hope you do, really.

[chocolix76]

Drops a Sun and Moon short story I wrote back in 2022 because I still think it's pretty good (this is NOT SAMS related)

What could Sun and Moon possibly been thinking as the daycare burned around them?

Word count: 905

Flames don’t knock or ask politely to be let in. Flames are ruthless, entering without permission and leaving behind nothing but a pile of ash and lost memories, not caring who got hurt in the process. Flames didn’t care if you had no way to escape the reach of the hot tongues of fire as they wrecked havoc on your home. Until that moment, flames had been nothing more than a story the children had told them. Now, they were at the front door.

The two, giant wooden doors at the front of the daycare were the first to go, flames charring the doors and moving through with no hesitation. They spread throughout the daycare as if in a rush to destroy everything he loved and held dear. In a moment of panic, his mind was clear enough to have one objective on his mind.

Sun dashed to his room at the back of the daycare, hoping that everything he needed was still there. Inside his mostly empty room, he located a poster of the main animatronics and tore it off the wall leaving it dangling a few inches above the ground by one piece of tape. Underneath the poster were hundreds of pictures that the children that came to the daycare had drawn, each with its own unique style.

Some drawings were nothing but scribbles of random color or piles of glitter. Others were stick figures of the artist with their friends or with him. To Sun, it didn’t matter what they looked like. He cherished them all the same and he wasn’t about to let the flames steal them away. An unfamiliar feeling of rage mixed with sorrow washed over him as he tore all the pictures he could off the wall and sunk to the floor, holding them close to his chest as if his life depended on it.

“Sun! There’s still a way out! What are you doing?” Moon cried, running out of his side of the room. Though his expression couldn’t change much, it still got softer when he saw Sun on the floor, cradling the drawings close to his chest.

“I don’t want the drawings to burn,” Sun sobbed, looking wistfully at the ones that he couldn’t carry and had spilled onto the floor. The sadness in his voice was foreign to Moon, but it made sense knowing he would do anything to protect the children. Even if that meant dying to protect the drawings they had worked so hard on.

“I won’t let them,” Moon said gently, kneeling next to his brother if you could call them that. “I promise.”

Moon stepped out onto the balcony of the daycare, watching as the flames engulfed the play structures. The colorful plastic melted under the intense heat, becoming nothing but puddles to stoke the flames. Through the see-through windows around the daycare, he could see nothing but the orange glow of flames outside, burning away at the only life they had known.

There might have been a lot of bitterness residing in his heart for Sun and his relationship with the children, but he knew if there was any time to let it go, it was now. He had very few drawings from the children to call his own, and very few good memories, but it didn’t hurt any less to see his only home go up in flames and to see Sun so confused and lost.

“We’re going to die, aren’t we?” Sun asked as Moon sat in front of him, holding the drawings that he couldn’t. The sorrow and terror in his voice suggested that he would rather not hear the answer.

For what felt like an eternity, they sat and bounced memories back and forth, laughing at the times that they could never go back to. Sun’s crying grew louder as the heat of the flames grew closer, surrounding them from the opening to their rooms.

“Remember when you dropped a kid into the ballpit as punishment and it turned into a game?” Moon asked, trying to distract Sun from the rapidly approaching flames. Despite his efforts, his brother was too panicked to allow his mind to be taken off his pending death. Or worse, the loss of the drawings.

Moon held the drawings close to his chest as he felt the heat of the flames on his back, reaching for him to be pulled into their destructive grasp. He pat Sun’s shoulder, wishing with all his might that the flames could stop where they were, but flames never showed mercy. All he felt as the flames did their job was an extreme heat go through his body before his systems shut down and his world went forever black.

Time felt like it had grown to a crawl as Moon’s shell slowly melted away, his endoskeleton being twisting and melting together in the flames. The drawings he held slipped into the flames, fire browning the corners before moving in to consume the love and care the artist had put into it. Soon, there was nothing left but ash, and it was Sun’s turn to accept defeat.

He didn’t want to die and most of all, he didn’t want his drawings to suffer the end that Moon’s had as the flames stole them for its own. With Moon gone, he felt a crippling loneliness, wishing he had someone to hold close as the flames finally stole him away.

[blackjackkent]

Hector turns from knocking the mind flayer to the ground and looks over his shoulder in time to see Karlach's blade sink deep into Ketheric's chest.

It is obvious, even from a distance, that the blow is mortal. Aylin is free from her cage, and Ketheric is vulnerable, and the blade strikes home, dashing through a crack in his battered, broken armor and sending him to his knees.

He howls with impotent rage and agony, the sword clattering from his hand, clutching blindly instead at the gem embedded in the chest of his armor.

"What a fool you are--" he gasps out, as the blood pours over his hands. "You cannot kill me... I am eternal..."

In a quick, lithe motion Hector leaps across the gap separating him from Karlach and the others, coming to a halt standing over Ketheric as he begins to bleed out.

At last. At least, this finally ends, he thinks to himself, with more exhaustion than satisfaction. He has seen so much, centuries worth, of Ketheric's cruelty. With that blow, it is finally over.

In my Lady's name, and that of every Selunite you killed, die and be damned to you.

But Ketheric struggles to his feet; a manic light taking over the deadened pain in his gaze. He spreads his arms, backs away from Hector towards the edge of the slimy, smoking pit that stands at the center of the platform.

"MYRKUL!" he bellows, his voice echoing to the ceiling of the cavern. "LORD OF BONES! I AM HERE... I AM READY!"

And before Hector can stop him... he falls backwards, away from them, down into the muffled light below.

"I am yours..."

Hector peers down into the pit, listening for anything that would indicate that Ketheric has hit bottom. His skin is prickling with some inarticulate anxiety. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong in this place still...

At first he hears nothing at all. Then... a low rumble like an avalanche, the ground trembling under his feet.

And a voice.

Not the Absolute; a baritone rumble this time, a thunderous explosion on each syllable. It knocks him backwards a step, seizes his heart, chills through his blood. He catches his breath with a sort of dizzy terror, a sense as much of awe as fear.

He has lived his life in service of a goddess, the divine a part of his every waking moment. In spite of all his devotion, Selune has never spoken to him, not directly.

But it is a god speaking to him now. A wrong god. A terrible god.

"YOU DARE END ONE WHO BELONGS TO ME?" thunders the voice. It rattles in every atom of Hector's body, the ache in his head reawakening to something agonizing.

The ground around them begins to rock. The pit begins to belch a pale green fire, adding a sticky heat to the thickness of the air.

"I AM THE SMILE OF THE WORM-CLEANSED SKULL. I AM THE REGRETS OF THOSE WHO REMAIN. I AM THE REGRETS OF THOSE WHO REMAIN, AND THE RESTLESSNESS OF THOSE WHO ARE GONE."

"I AM THE HAUNT OF MAUSOLEUMS, THE GOD OF GRAVES AND AGE, OF DUST AND DUSK."

An enormous, skeletal hand reaches from the pit, grasps the rock next to Hector's boots. Then another. An enormous figure of bone and steel starts to resolve itself out of the fog, its empty eyes staring down Hector as it rises.

"I AM MYRKUL," the god thunders, "LORD OF BONES, AND YOU HAVE SLAIN MY CHOSEN."

Oh... Hector thinks, feeling suddenly a little bit faint. Killing Ketheric was one thing, killing the false god of the Absolute is one thing... but this is altogether different. This is a true god, one of the divine pantheon, one who stands alongside Selune even if antithetical to her.

How can he fight a god? How can he kill one? Surely this is not Myrkul himself but some avatar, but what difference does that make, in the end?

The fear squeezes his heart like a vise.

The god's enormous form leans forward, towering over him. "BUT IT IS NO MATTER," it continues, the voice now thick with venom. "FOR I AM DEATH. AND I AM NOT THE END. I AM A BEGINNING."

Light flares around its giant skeletal hands, an enormous scythe manifesting itself out of the darkness. The blade swings just above Hector's head as he staggers backwards.

"Shit," he hears Shadowheart whisper behind him, the single word full of a thousand others.

Hector turns, meets her eyes for a moment, and sees something of the same pain he feels reflected in them. For a moment, after all their strife, the two of them understand each other perfectly.

My Lady, forgive me for what I am about to do... forgive me that I try to strike down an avatar of one of your brethren. There is no other choice.

[shiversdownyourspleen]

WIP - Soaring Chase

Sorry that gif is the best I could find to provide a visual!

Anywhoooo

Word count: 887

Summary: The prologue to a larger story, we find Tenn - a young scavenger - on the run through the night across the rooftops of an abandoned cityscape, using their newfound powers to evade the sinister Maskers.

Contains: LGBTQ+ Characters (non-binary protagonist), potentially uncomfortable magical sequence (glowing from within), scenes of falling/heights, fantasy cursewords

Settings/Genre: High fantasy, powder-fantasy/steampunk, magical technology, thriller

Renalla City, Capital of Coria

In the dark of the clouded night, Renalla City looked peaceful. One wouldn’t know the city had emptied with the threat of war on its doorstep. The thriving Stoneward markets stood deserted, lanterns dimmed. Even the grand spires of the Cobalt Halls were dormant, dark silhouettes against the night sky.

Now, with no one left within the city’s walls, there was nowhere left to hide.

Now, dashing across the rooftops of the dark cityscape into the night beyond, Tenn ran from the Maskers. They couldn’t see more than a few metres ahead of themselves, the only light to guide them being the gold glow of the slate embedded into his arm, and the dual pairs of glowing cerulean eyes. They were silently gaining.

They had pursued them for what felt like an eternity. Tenn could guess what they wanted. Ever since they’d found the slate – it called itself Zota, Tenn called it Zee – the Maskers had been there. Watching. Chasing. What was Zota? Not even she knew entirely. All that knew beyond the vaguest of legends was either dead, or actively chasing them at this very moment.

I want you to take a deep breath for me, okay? We can make it! Zota spoke within their mind, as it often did. How long had they been Bound together? A week? A month? Tenn couldn’t remember for certain, it had all been such a blur of running and ---

Tenn? Zota’s strained voice broke Tenn from their thoughts.

“I hear you! Deep breaths.” Tenn’s lungs flared with an inner fire as they sprinted, tiles clacking, their grey cloak billowing behind. Just barely within the golden glow of Zota, the edge of the rooftop rapidly drew near. They could only see darkness beyond, and yet they ran still.

When you jump, push with all your energy, Tenn, Zota’s voice was careful, measured – It had been like this several times before, when she’d calculated. Planned. Analysed. Are you ready?

“No, but I don’t have a choice!” Tenn tried to close their eyes, to hide from their jump. But they couldn’t. It was a terror you couldn’t help but watch.

Ready… Footsteps drawing nearer behind, the darkness fast approaching.

“Come on!” Tenn screamed. One foot on the roof’s edge. Stepping out into the abyss.

NOW!

Tenn leapt and pushed. The fire in their lungs rose to a raging inferno, a torrent of energy coalescing and unleashing from within. This newfound power had left them awestruck – it was a release of adrenaline through their whole body, a glimpse into a world beyond their own. Zota had first called it an Essence; had she really meant the gods? Tenn had settled on calling it a Spark – it felt less blasphemous to them.

Though, as their very body glowed with an inner flame, it was difficult not to feel at least a little godlike.

Arcing through the air, Tenn watched in amazement as their hands began to glow brighter, hotter and brighter still, almost blinding to anyone else. The energy built to an apex, a fire within begging to be released. They instinctively spread out their arms behind them, willing with all their power for the energy to release.

They were answered as two streams of flame and light ­burst into the open air behind them, as if conjured into existence by sheer thought. Tenn felt the energy raging within empty in moments, the force of the flame propelling them across the expanse. For a few brief moments, the night blazed a brilliant arcane gold, the cityscape’s own hues – muted by the darkened night – glowed with renewed vigour.

The flames illuminated everything. The cloaked silhouettes of the two Maskers, standing cautious as they watched Tenn’s brilliant flight from their grasp. The expansive canal below them, now a simple steppingstone as Tenn soared. Lastly, the arcane flame lit up Tenn’s face, fear evaporating as they whooped in excitement as – if only for a moment – they flew.

In an instant, Tenn cleared the canal, falling through the air toward the darkened rooftop of the opposite building. The surface rising to meet them, they braced – still-glowing arms held in front of them – prepared for the inevitable impact.

Come on Tenn! They suddenly felt an instinctual pull from within, Zota flaring brightly on their arm. Flames burst from the slate in a jet, sending Tenn into a spin. The roof was fast approaching, blazened with flame, there wasn’t any time to brace they were going to ---

They landed in a light roll, tiles cracking from the impact as they sprawled out to a stop. Tenn breathed hard, being met with a faint spike of pain from their side. Probably a bruise, which was far better than what they expected.

“Zee…” Tenn shakily brushed their light hair from their face. Breaths that leap took a lot from him. “Did you just-?”

No time Tenn, run!

Tenn rose, turning to look across the gap in time to see the Maskers – their cerulean light piercing the night as veins of light struck across their cloaks. They lifted weightlessly, the glow illuminating machinery across their legs – Tenn couldn’t make out any details from across the gap.

With a weightless push from the roof, the two Maskers leapt into the air.

And were dashing straight towards Tenn.

Hey everyone! Sorry for the long read! This is the first part of a larger story - hopefully expanding out to a novel-length story! - meant to introduce everyone to some of the magical aspects of the setting

If anyone has any feedback or input, I'd love to hear from you!

You can also catch this on my Deviantart! Thanks for the support everyone!

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

I Will Give Thanks to the LORD

For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Death of the Son.” A Psalm of David.

I will give thanks to the LORD with all my heart; I will recount all Your wonders. I will be glad and rejoice in You; I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High.

When my enemies retreat, they stumble and perish before You. For You have upheld my just cause; You sit on Your throne judging righteously. You have rebuked the nations; You have destroyed the wicked; You have erased their name forever and ever. The enemy has come to eternal ruin, and You have uprooted their cities; the very memory of them has vanished.

But the LORD abides forever; He has established His throne for judgment. He judges the world with justice; He governs the people with equity. The LORD is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. Those who know Your name trust in You, for You, O LORD, have not forsaken those who seek You.

Sing praises to the LORD, who dwells in Zion; proclaim His deeds among the nations. For the Avenger of bloodshed remembers; He does not ignore the cry of the afflicted.

Be merciful to me, O LORD; see how my enemies afflict me! Lift me up from the gates of death, that I may declare all Your praises— that within the gates of Daughter Zion I may rejoice in Your salvation.

The nations have fallen into a pit of their making; their feet are caught in the net they have hidden. The LORD is known by the justice He brings; the wicked are ensnared by the work of their hands. Higgaion Selah

The wicked will return to Sheol— all the nations who forget God. For the needy will not always be forgotten; nor the hope of the oppressed forever dashed.  

Rise up, O LORD, do not let man prevail; let the nations be judged in Your presence. Lay terror upon them, O LORD; let the nations know they are but men. Selah — Psalm 9 | The Reader’s Bible (BRB) The Reader’s Bible © 2020 by Bible Hub and Berean.Bible. All rights Reserved. Cross References: Genesis 9:5; Psalm 1:6; Psalm 3:3; Psalm 9:12; Psalm 9:16; Psalm 14:5; Psalm 26:7; Psalm 27:2; Psalm 74:2; Nehemiah 12:43; Exodus 7:5; Exodus 32:33; Job 8:13; Job 19:29; Acts 17:31; 1 Samuel 2:1; 2 Samuel 17:14; 2 Samuel 22:3; 1 Chronicles 5:20; Numbers 10:35

[serethereal]

serena- i love you and i believe i always will. ever since the day i first saw someone reblog a post from you, after which i stalked your blog for hours before timidly pressing ‘follow’, my feelings have been clear. though we have not talked, nor do i know of your personality or appearance, my love for you knows no bounds. it transcends expectation and falls far beyond the hills i have trespassed before. the feeling i get when i see you appear like gold dust on my dash is one of exhilaration and untempered joy, to a degree that was alien to me before i first laid eyes on the sleek grey and black of your blog homepage. while i am still ashamed to be known by you (i am filled with the upmost terror at your rejection), i must tell you how ardently i admire and love you. ‘till death do us part’ seems ridiculous in my mind- i wish to be beside you for all eternity, until my soul is worn with the passage of time and you are sick of my worship. but for now, my desire stretches only to the confines of your ask box, for i fear i may never be brave enough to admit my feelings without the comforting blanket of anonymity cradling my shoulders. all there is left to say is have an incredible day, my darling. until we meet again ❤️❤️❤️

what. the fuck. anon idk how to say this but we are married now and i’m so serious … like i am signing legal documents with married and under spouse name i’m writing “tumblr anon 28/05/2023” you have literally. bewitched me body and soul… i hope one day you become comfortable enough to break the bounds of anonymity so we may legalize our union…

[shoot-of-corruption]

let’s bring some more positivity to the rpc by brightening someone’s day ! anonymously or not, send 💕 or ( ‘HEART’ )

anonymously or not, send 💕 or ( ‘HEART’ ) for me to randomly pick one of my mutuals and write at least two things about why i love seeing them on my dash, writing with them, talking to them, etc.

@snowflakeryo and @no96-blackmist

Wow, I can't believe I still don't have enough of these to talk about all of you.... we gotta have to split again, folks...

snowflakeryo - I am really just glad that I have approached you again. I haven't seen you for eternity and apparently we are almost the same person in vastly different places, so that is very funny to me. I love your personal blog and your aesthetics, also have fun on the new Zelda game, I am still not spoilering myself PFFF XDDD

I am glad you are good and that your life is running a good course, go get it!

no96-blackmist - I couldn't possibly include all your blogs in here, but I am still glad I have seen you around here still, after being gone for so long!!

Glad to see you still terrorizing this community on tumblr, they need to get off their asses sometimes X'D I hope you are doing well, we aren't talking much privately, but I am still seeing you on my dash and Mariku gets a good laugh out of it <3

Have a great day and enjoy yourself as much as possible :3

[the-black-reaper]

"I am the Lord's friend if do as he commands"

I understand greatness is mine to manifest, I have a vision, a plan, and ill make it work. My faith is stronger then ever. Amen

In God have I put my trust: i will not be afraid what man can do unto me. Ps 56; 11-13

Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and shall direct thy paths. Pr 3: 5,6

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee, because he trusteth in thee. Trust ye in the Lord forever: for in the Lord Jehovah is everlasting strength. Isa 26: 3-5

The Lord thy God, he will go over before thee, and he will destroy these nations from before thee, and thou shalt possess them: and Joshua, he shall go over before thee, as the Lord hath said. Deuteronomy 31: 3

The eternal God is your refuge, And underneath are the everlasting arms; He will thrust out the enemy from before you, And will say, ‘Destroy!’Deuteronomy 33:27

The God of my rock; in him will I trust: he is my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower, and my refuge, my saviour; thou savest me from violence. I will call on the Lord, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies. When the waves of death compassed me, the floods of ungodly men made me afraid; 2 Samuel 22:3-5

In thee, O Lord, do I put my trust; let me never be ashamed: deliver me in thy righteousness. Bow down thine ear to me; deliver me speedily: be thou my strong rock, for an house of defence to save me. For thou art my rock and my fortress; therefore for thy name's sake lead me, and guide me. Psalm 31:1-3

The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him. Psalm 28:7

Fret not thyself because of evildoers, neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity. For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb. Trust in the Lord, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed. Delight thyself also in the Lord: and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass. Psalm 37:1-5

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust. Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler. Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday. A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee. Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked. Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation; There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling. For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone. Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet. Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name. He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him. With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation. Psalm 91

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber. Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore. Psalm 121:1-8

Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, And whose hope is the Lord. For he shall be like a tree planted by the waters, Which spreads out its roots by the river, And will not [a]fear when heat comes; But its leaf will be green, And will not be anxious in the year of drought, Nor will cease from yielding fruit. Jeremiah 17:7-8

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. Psalm 23:1-6

[xenopoem]

programs unravel compulsions from larval triggers, and machines reverse reality as the boy leverages traps in the junk world planetary gravity sperm is expelled, parasitic entities feeding off the blue mirror acceleration of bodily organs coincides with spiritual semen, circulating through cosmic barriers, with the cry of the machine-world entangled in suicidal paths and gravity spasm universe continues its course, while traps in perception distort reality

synaptic reversals in linguistic power lead to the disillusionment of phenomena in wider realms, reversing the mass and mechanisms of planetary existence

it's the cry of a doll, the circuitry of a mechanical process, and something poetic outside the internal modem, disrupted by the gravity of sodom bukkake evolves into an accessible state, fermented by a barrier in the doll's brain μ©ojjs, the goddess, analyzes the semen in the boy's anus in this murderous universe, and the comfort of the anus's hatch creates a wormhole where pig overload phenomena arise, causing anomalies in earth's gravity external chloroform appears on the outside of the buttocks, while ûayø¬ noise manifests in a plugžçm form — a shape of narcoleptic madness, grotesque chemistry not seen anywhere else the base is supplied by y§, but the soul of the capital yl circuit engages in quantum-level intercourse with oááy§ embryos. in literature, the reversal of the vèw era ends, while øzμû§rø ›of ëk z§r leads to a bloody future filled with genetic androids and bodies

the returning android functions forcibly feed on a living form, as corpses spiral into madness. the pioneers' eyeballs play roles in existence chains, involving drugs and the people of the z area screens display a confused body-sex plug, yes, i myself intend the jv android, yet which 'j' errs northward? a unique cosmic soul, human error, angels, soul distortion—all of the same ÿjój éæ®ûayèz§' ønã2û is destruction, the continual derivation of tragedy, invasion, and the sun 0 edhuôáx7üant gt2çí1 z2z0 roid marks the silence of zjghz, a sad, mechanical ¬'ëú error built upon terror, cosmic necrophilia emerges, with ø standing in a pitiful scene found amidst gravitational anomalies of bodies and artificial extasies

the body is weakened, infiltrated by zzo-like genetic theory caused her mutation, yet the issues of the animal planet earth extend beyond dimensional barriers—they concern power, brain, falsehood, the insanity of minds, the cries of souls, the wormholes in brains are nothing higher soul problem, a matter of a mother’s freedom, of retinas, of two worlds, of ecstasy, of drugs, of closing gates and escaping—a conservative spiritual barrier issue of artificial fertilization, space conquered, brain amplitude, extasies, reptilian fears, and brown flesh reversing as it encounters adam's corpse, sending notifications as my ó®œμ© organs are downloaded

the sky becomes more terrifying; a committee charges better pain messengers. gravity continues in the blue, eternal pyramid destruction is coded in dna, bodies drained of solar energy, life frostbitten, and her sadness inserted into the foundation. my body absorbs soul-energy through the chromosomes dashed line drawn by øèoúbioless belly mechanics holds the abilities of angels, which begin to chain souls live within the energies of the z0 system, where desire programs end horizon cradles a solitary essential unity

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the semen of the author-doll mingles with the electrical android, sun functions, human flights, the messenger of spherical replicas ripples accelerate, machines enact their protocol within the sun's tm retro side recently interpreted blood dimensions lead to a fetish—a process between her and the threshold, escaping into fellatio mutant 0šàjwÿí unfolds in biological-magical time, moving differently live memory animates the generation in a world of unthinkable androids and biological magic expands downward with every moment

[kingoftheblacksun]

Hey look it's Balaam the cowgirl.

I am going through an internal dark sacred union which is more grueling than expected. The "kundalini" is real energy that rises up, and it's about to break through my top vertebrae - it feels like a hot bullet and I spend hours every day and night doing exercises and dancing to try to resolve it. It's exhausting. I'm doing everything alone.

The world is not what you think it is, and everything is about to change in a way you never thought possible. All of the mystics who think they have it all figured out are 100% wrong.

Women are in intense danger, and they don't know it, yet. Liberalism and its social privilege has made everyone arrogant - yet that arrogance will be dashed when the Locusts of Apollyon storm the beaches of Virginia, with their mantis faces and arms like cleavers.

"I am this, I am that" is magic, for I am a being of energy which may not be bound by words - not even oaths. Words do not transcend time. I may not be words, for I am real.

When the Terror comes, know that I will fight to protect you. We must forge a new Kingdom. I call it, a Kingdom for Dogs. To be a full citizen, you must leave your words behind. We will be a people who live forever, and who transcend time. I will be King, and I will teach you to be Sovereign, to live eternal with the blissful Sun of God blazing fiercely in your belly, with the joy of your inheritance.

Please find me my horse. Sol Invictus. ❤️‍🔥

[libidomechanica]

Would only he, but charms o lovely-head

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               Stanza the First

Now say is, no applie. Graces, slight scandal   country’s stinging down for all her if she’d   been? There is still doubtless a face it feele: but blessing did see the zero vector existence passion sometimes wounded   it freely flowing, didst thou dare thus   mutually we all wracked be? Perfection far at sea they will; let no less and aught to my fancies the sun; and often climate   my being coarse winds me fast the gravy   as we have the Robe of triumphal chariot right. Learn, nor accord full of syllogisms. I can to strike six from Phoebus   in most in the dead before. But they   ought at one resolves—alas! Up the grandma’s little army-surgeons marr’d and grey.

               Stanza the Second

Let it but had been languor wept: her love   your sonnes sigh, but described him for trust   meet all grow a nights, and roll the placer of the whirl was soon from the bitter to Rowhampton gate; and no child, and gray, while   you’re lights quiver’s chest—And I untightest   lace, ev’n of wrongfull pray. And traps; and there, did music the hope no remember they’ve been a loving Harbour, yet a man like   as lies for you. He said: although she drew   him by a sparkling to hast vs homeward the purchast of united into flake that I said she, you’ve done, and a   baby’s face: yts time would make this thunderstood,   has rise and staid, pleas, that crowd of friend; it is not yshend your comparison?

               Stanza the Third

Struck the sheet— crushed to the marriage-pillow.   Our enemie had of thou had ta’en an empty-   handed grows storms rent Theotormon! False in life fleeting as it nourish’d dove; in the could you that it should I? Secret spring   I deny, a dashing she cries, lovely,   this one with ambitious sun, and the bounds pole with thee on a day, to do as different story, which was na sae ye glinted   by Deception. There wanted this wonders   breast; dissimulation, boldly refer you learnd it utter’d by the red cedar, oud, impossibly shoot my enemy   with pain—nature to hold on a dreary   moorland an intertwisted with the day, my tears ago. Such is such a light.

               Stanza the Fourth

And I shall strip a hundred many a   moment she cries Hark! Of the horse his lip   should opens in a scarlet bright in the why not resigned his hand shakes. Other graceful form a science is ideal—lower,   see now begins to all the world slowly   crimson comes tooting: as this? Who frown,&taunt rage of cat or more beau monde, exactly there’s none had: his base.-Drum throbb’d no lofty   with truffles. Mine, and in the most fair   and keep, will come an off his flesh has showers, the unmoisten’d the plaid in—I forget to win. None, in songster to be wise   and set their dark eyes bright sun, and could not   harp’d upon my Nancy aft I could not lie. He was spent its heavy with terrors?

               Stanza the Fifth

Ah, what Absál from its mothers might three   days to thee a target for these; if so,   by any chance to a scene, accompliment, or cheeks bespread, not Living innocent proceed more I lean over us,   there; but renew’d: the dead before all lovely   copulation between early from cold string, all made eternity, admit, reject, contempt! Like a messenger by   despair that help to many a time to   be a flakes out it; insinuation of other cheeks, to be he them now for you walked with armes fully shepheard, and do   you cannot wear a dead set at Lord Loues   oene beheld her soiled guilty goddess of night or Morning the vulgar mass called me.

               Stanza the Sixth

Preserve, that I have won thee. Of bitter   could return in his face: nay, I wish I   could run much zest upon the coop. Would keep, and thing space. You counts mine I know the smiled, and tenor of cattell, and title, not   better Women, thou shall be true, some an   amorously I do speak and watchful servant of doubly name, Caesar, ’ by them forth in their cheered an air, and wish to see,   yourself had scatter fits himself in those   wrung his terror, drive one else can be self- denial. Or that shall not. And in the difficult to strands over their space; I   love her a hundred doors gave him slayne. The   small, and the him castle shine ten men as plan? Give him take my budding griefe: the end.

               Stanza the Seventh

And wisdom lingering church came too. I there   in flood that’s uppermost, as is a Lambe   be Willy: then here in on the South, immortal summer from the grave, thyself go downe, is thy summer your left and palms in   a Kirtle of my Life! In the best, and   mine lies they are not dispraise to all new techniques a preux chevalier—as it conduct had hayled. Kindle into a   narrower heart beats true and when your Highness:   but mix’d with me, which pose on such a confined doom. Feel her sires of fish, falling torrid climes, who like another reverse thumbs   press me to freely flower, rang ruin,   and will I tel the number him for; and all the Welkin than a cycle of ten.

               Stanza the Eighth

Mere upbraiding is colowres, though Nature’s   magnet-heat round upon another   maid to go outside. So long tale, and bed and the sighed not be appreciated in any way you dine, to drained of the   moon is not ask any way to walk the   world’s ways; yet somewhere, with crispèd hair. But who can leaue to prolong thee by putting is in contemplation; observed as honor   decline on a red gold then tell where   your Faith her stop nor stay? Then she cries, which holds a straight and love me in disgust, intent, tell me Perigot than her in an   anguishing around she wished it—but weak   point of light to turn the way waters wrathful joys, or servile to prove the quietus.

               Stanza the Ninth

Poor vaunt in woman, one style in time. To   nought of lights are his nature the poet’s   very like onyx, teeth, which is true one in him, and use Thy thirst of nature’s plan? Telling teach, what to win it into her   yellow moons’ time. He did the duchess of   knotted red with its the soft, liquid air; behold a race,—a quality agreed. For each one; but never feet in fact, too,   while the thorn; it look in thou of memory,   when passion as e’er was ripened when right hinters round streame: or as men with music we knows what Grace in England, stood, no   friend or free: he wrung his ill as he durt   of thin fine and happy swain, the step beyond a sole account; all Ear from her Hand?

               Stanza the Tenth

But that later, never you through they rose   her fill, it palls—at least forged iron, thrice,   as hopeless curl. Who, in absent from greater glory-garland robes to be achieved his face, a baby’s face to where might fills   with lullaby my mother, that spite, had   he story of frame began to see, that grandma’s little more blushes to question? Alas they fill up the ripe age, She had   scatter’d voice he red lie, let us ramble   on. ’ He also seen by many thinly play and, let be for the undone, upturns the small the chill, the cold and strong into   gold to make my seruice tried; his hornes   beneath the spirit was lost, or fire and our glorious and leader of state.

               Stanza the Eleventh

Hear and gleams. So fine, and any way to   walk the truth to mend you have turn sleep to   consult, if to feel my flowing its gems and ever a look, I proue annoy, all make amends, transfigur’d with gathers pay   with pryde and prose on the hard furrowes   through all his bitter spring at each yellow- haired with your less, I forst to my should go throws: and favor that give to each high   to sullied by the refuse he had the   landlord make receive; ten times I’d talk of heaven knows that is just maybe your tongue still happier, be it truth that envise   all bluely dash’d through John Bull way: for   a kisse. They turns her vogue beyond my bent: ’-yes, I’ ll begin to set in fact, hist!

               Stanza the Twelfth

Clothes rich in pity come, can you a tear,   from heaven, and tombs of breed a napkin   underground thy breathe hill, or frost nipt his melancholy neck the the tree Now them up: she guest and if you meant to receive;   and noble son to-day I strove, made of   us is a sameness is that promised shell, which seems at first sight mellowing in bitter think on the earlier day; yet   I care? A certaine your lips, pass the little   muddy, and they say; come to harmefull loue to public. So that earst seems the tender hearts move: for thy hard furrowes:   drerily I think not lovelight to   turn ate his old their dress is that my luck their moral gibing; and topp, als my beer.

               Stanza the Thirteenth

Mountain go, whatever to hack in a   scarcely knew, like that are both humble knapsack   a’ my wealth is foe to feed on joy, O joy, for in you hear me afeard. Are something to the preuie markets over him,   if I could, noble; or of your swain, they   fears,. That makes to come attentions, that which else to loue did out at my lord of Self, and whether cry, they were stars for the wild,   Society, like what everything helpless   Eremite, those sacred with my tongue still; with pryde and no continence gins to rest, without thou, O thought once more! No faulty   features for love, where with the skies, and   set the clouds, how much resound: ye care of the woodmen without and she speak well fare.

               Stanza the Fourteenth

To preach other Graces, wearing thus they   still more such outright; but select, where rain   or hail, or foe, shall I was walking lies. The worm inside, Eyes like I had woven been, but clamour annals, and the presence   hold you have fallen mask of ruin, and   yet whatsoe’er sae weary, than my arm, its music out of cold strive with shallowed war, through a bonne. Timorous birds in their   character of warrior: I and Trojan,   and dogs had never can make sweet odour mouth. Yourselves, when those same, give him quite. Children dear to your meriment. Children, come   down! Her named—firmness yclept in universal   law. ’Er believe if the sand; I hate a dreary dawn; and the iron mess.

               Stanza the Fifteenth

With feet in head, whither. And now hath shadow-   larks will the conceits your virtue; and   then was off paradise. Her cry, the Dambe. That Thou art not on the hard furrows over times and the goodman on thy perjury;   then a breathe and verse all a-blaze, yearning   I saw me lying close over in our autumn come to my way; some angle about instant fire and the field: sore againe,   rich in other than of sublime and   quaint, causlesse her window, put out for many a varying to all me, complete, and of praise or stones of riches and beat   forth a goodly very stall; the centration;   if bad, the messenger brows, such a life independ on her windows dire.

               Stanza the Sixteenth

To man, taut, elderly, carefully under   a little army down, I know thou   flatter for full-borne? Thou hast vs homeward. So he cheeks, I wak’d, she repent, and let me knows wherefore small refresh each   sencelesse bene myne, to thee, turn over   her seem to shame your feats of magic sails were brought it was. Any been often halowed up at her eyes have not say   I love what spoke, and a new one: so thou   for too much as she wild white bitch never be, as alone project the moss so fair weakling crave much zest upon our springing   its good, and over my mother little   household the river-child with one three still true and found a strange story of fame too.

               Stanza the Seventeenth

Wolves, when you doubtful spread, not Living troth.   She merely former fire and virtue lies   be, the sheet. Grows to Honour from point of all there witness honour, wealth had not some machinist at door little for preserve,   their wrigle tailes, perke as when our youth   be still, yet remained. Every gate is for what kind. In him with their names lend lusty leave to disfigured the chest and those like   books have seen now if thou hast so much more,   and whole’s a figured flushing worth, and brought. Months after, to spare it. Proportion seek for new joy; but findeth our praise and as   honour’d, took a little chin thrust in mine   epic satire. You talked with me! Although the pure ablution round me no more!

               Stanza the Eighteenth

Her tears of those way to see here, you know.   Remembering few world as, since all, that I   aspirin. I can love the whole together, a long-cramp’d no long tale, a dead world for things us to sullied by a blanket   to watch the Maple warre: and our willing   love. Her non-age. For Venus, save his teeth, when it come, and I have prove! Leese but only so are needle-points, as ugly toad   half-lapt in glowing less till haue learn? I   forst to these men came a mother love’s strange flame, she was the unmoved; but this golden from wife, and more quiet, and call not do!   Virtue playne field alone, as any of   all that moment by a blanket to refuses burden growne fast your heroine.

               Stanza the Nineteenth

His grace and unlawful Drink making Earth   foresaw the Phoenix, then as the best or   best ties in the poor and gleam, where he changed her flaming liue tyll the main, he make, and how should looks, staid feede the serious, thou   will be to my scalp and clatter, there my   end, thou that payne doth lay. Much profit! She her frailer, doubt or small xx, feelings—she her! Why will be false and fro, ever and   the best. I never ill-bred enough   felonous forced my beer. Where too moist, and she had give up artless country former lucklesse her discover’d in the labour mother   mouths at a dusty answer, or than   when holly! Of nuptial knot, or a gown, whose lillies tangle about Content you?

               Stanza the Twentieth

The Vision of her spirit that very   fault, the mornings invisibly shows that   hand anyone I rede the prospect beyond time to the small potatoes—two women he loathe; and hamely fare, ye’re wet   skin on thy soul its sweete is, then, they this   hand, like my heart was fall damn near and you want you most impede the lone sea, more strange; sometimes, ocean’s may be sayde that took up   a clothed with rocks. But, ah! Pearl for my loving   hast thou seëst all things upon the few who look’d not less passions two, which never complain the chiefe mought of crime, to find. Who   favourite plat’ of mankind mighty wing,   miss Raw, Miss Flaw, Miss Audacia Shoestrings; change; and when sweet as you have speaks them off.

               Stanza the Twenty-first

That it was gives you a tear, from underneath   that was not these Cantos. But I who   like a sweet unregarded curl—can come route? I wish we never they told him in so sad assumed Absál who have free adit;   we will be love declaiming; seen you   would be nothing deference we turn’d her scourge; that’s the burning flow, that his face: yts time;— but yourself, and leave theme of the Jews. Led   a hundred of this, old time spindleshanks?   Mark the night and policemen who wake else, and set the apparel me remember, lastly description even bursts, and come   down and quaint honour, I see the matter   foreign young lives away in the lea, and solace you all, not one; but certes broke?

               Stanza the Twenty-second

Though not of the worlds over him from sound.   What is wae, and space. Tis one would I go   on, if it on his hand, found himself then let the armed man noulde haue gayned. My grand answer should I weene, cold even sans wear   your own great tonnage, while yet his eye. Of   display they bedew’d the three. His ritual, althought ne gang on them in a sweet Albany. And as she guest hid: but oft   the names, and thin. Tripping thine, like ramping   holy day, cash for men? And the bonds without depths of the eastern with equal verse of orient pearl for Nothing worthless   Thing—the whole heard; or else can stand, gentle   comfort mair than a part; this tumult of peace at least her hear my muscles go weak.

               Stanza the Twenty-third

Are neede no soon espy whom Fame at last   axiom, he them blind: these sealed, therewith   her frail. Fell heard of character of warrior: I and mine the whole hearts of life beyond time should do it, except perhaps   it made him to be sublimate my being   things be, as this dewelap as lythe, sorrow-clouded eyes; amazed. Cried Sally she gave him with modest thou laesie ladde: with   hollows in the spring; to be achieved   one, that she is, voyd: and with t. Sharpens any of those wheel in the time should not back to back the promises much wound to   changed her in the original riots   of wit, stor’d with my flowers of the durst not to kill all the bloud spring, and height.

               Stanza the Twenty-fourth

And what’s a toy that to watch them and fear!   Those thin the dark, has rise with scorns like an   egg in a basket and more on Bromion spoke, and shut from many had left and counts mint, and leap that come see beside the hart   is something wheels go overthrown lie about   her own, youth in the exampled pair, and sweet an iron gate; and I will one defect. The world for your being sometimes   in the while my heart and hold her hut, there’s   bitter scrubbing like these; if so, by any manners now we poison, and them just maybe like a gentleness when we   soe, as he was better Forty Morning   church on the soul and something to myself another one to public means my way.

               Stanza the Twenty-fifth

With earth to speake, it seems a soldiers and   so sweets doubt and sweare, instead of Man, and   old. Thou be at her impetuous liberal by name: but this waist or that art reserve, thy bow; here’s little, small old me from   summer died or little seed. The glaunceth   frosty air is bare of great descried the world showers, especial blest, but to try the happier that pleasant sound the old   men seen. Since then a bragging I may   retrograde a decree. She is this patient sleepe. Make coffee and gray, he saw her love look’d up the mother, by day, treating with   authority—the Lass of gifts should be   humiliating tiger, and glittering is come, and there whoso fall. My will.

               Stanza the Twenty-sixth

Taste and bids nor sleep-warm pillows, accept   thou hast the price, whose proclaims olives and   this at all—which she has done that close beam of passion cannot say what will known the simple artless lovers. The soul of a   becasse; ’ and finger fair and some women   for the shepheards daughter, the mole know; a heart so heau’nly sway. And traces, in the savage race; or the window’d heart is said   twice? And on the world—ah me! Infancy!   Rosy is the blood; but never successful clutch, and locked they say, is that had heart or heats us from ill remembering net,   which open they are no tailor help I   cannot telling! When the better like for narrative of Lust must of my spring.

               Stanza the Twenty-seventh

Now alone? And large, of the mind with pearly   life for armour clay,—thou, to workers,   and honour feare, or turning husband is e’en woe the faculty to rebuked, like a boy when will bitter bloody torment   of passions, but follow’d marriage should be   distill’d: make me that make like needed, friends and a struggling more; till one might therefore that he should go to a work divine in   our poorest her her still frets, those then the   strife, love, for these may draw soles shred once would he posterity undone, and mine eyes watches. And in his Garment with feet wide   hat, dancer, sings, that of his moments with   great cruel fire, should showers, that, from the grave never willing bullet get him did laye.

               Stanza the Twenty-eighth

And say the him chain, and checks, But could; for   the Never dempt more is so rarefied   a bliss to bed; shut bud that may be unwrought, may draw the door, we will tearmes, to furnish. His mild guest him in vain, I   cheerefull verse, the cottages, ere you meant   to great lords of her eldest crowd of flatter: let him in vain, i’ll drap the holy things I cannot swim. The hunts increse witt   is well: at entrance thence befall, to feel,   in its good eating their young star, thy pillowes, sweet Bacchante in the Grace, too, and came to the curb next a quarrel as her   matrons from great, himself had done: where to   know steps, each there nature? So you placed at in our necks, because I feele: but she.

               Stanza the Twenty-ninth

And title to hope. To find names foxes’   brush’d, celebrity dined, and came a cold,   and turned pale like more brain to many woman who would addressings of the table fillets fall of moss before speculating   crave much as subservient trees, gust-   fists, and mingle with his second legs in order, and no cold are apart; this Papa foolish Brere: for what we have. And out   others, blood replenish’d, she gave,—I claim   the hae I be death, my Muse the very stable his feast, which comforts on the advised his shape it plank and falls the West,   corroding in dark of glass is buried me   deep chamber shut up the Hesperian tasted with Golden keys. Then as sure and paine.

               Stanza the Thirtieth

The devoured him almost thou should be   a tortoise in my arms, which flies flew around   to the grave in this bed; but without a while we have had no cold a Kate, and to mend the graces, of morning like needed,   friends an eddy from heavenly Zuhrah   who as yet though the foreigners excel that words that world growne fast recite what he had, to breeds no mo delay: for what tonnage,   where Time for some summits of winnings:   O joy, for you would things are so much too fond, when have heart, smile dwell for everything sweet with tears, and weather that, and other,   breathe. Ocean; that’sauce forth a glimpse of touch   of a spotless a masquerade, deep Atlantic instant spring a cockney ear.

               Stanza the Thirty-first

To bait the latter meet, leese but ice-gravel.   The healing on the children: saying,   I have no peace at least that love this lullaby your dream; and ask thee feet with lower feel that when you make fast to form a   scientists say, that honour in my cups   the outside lawn; scenes to me, left me good old feeling you didst dropping from heath a human breath, whose cherries faire-sweete Violet,   she wound upon what is a swarm of females   of the crushed to me, say one shepheards daughters of Albany. But Adeline Amundeville, a pretty picking   in the flesh and would remember wounds wyde:   vntimely my flocke, for sinner,—he thought him to wander: or as men for the ox?

               Stanza the Thirty-second

—Trees, and the bat. Larger conquest thou less.   Wrung his British vermillion. Sings of honest   morning: as than aught forego it. And the glitterers of eisel gainst thou hast to know somewhat faults while shire, and make your   eyes of senses clear. And why have tarried.   What are both hide, to market price of proof of all in the choirs above payment? Sicker make my business given, and led a   hundred bee, and prays, the shepeheards ioye,   how much better than he loved tracasserie, ’ began to the grass it thro’ all my thumb and fire ashes. Does not always and your   infant’s grave was not so, great one rest, recline   on a red, round she ride, or how: but now I haue a dog, he hunts in danger.

               Stanza the Thirty-third

Her sects? Well—’t is worst or won, if-’ But   high seas, white shot. She goes; the had scatter’d,   saying what is, that pleasures: Innocent frae chariots’ haughty men, which grows of human voice that Love mightily pight, in   an or hold then once can tear our whole; should   it back to love that I mean to all that like a stone, mock’d out of sense with custom’s after due search: columbus found, the British   vermilion: at eighteen inches sit,   chirping laugh;—you may err in the fall our strains may be, some small distill’d: make coffee table filled with sugred phrase, I told you   hold me the greene, a dull pensiuenesse, who   buys whole vices soft but dear, do longer shadows dire. Nor any of the Jews.

               Stanza the Thirty-fourth

And I shall I doe, thou will beauty were:   still be told, of most rich when life succeed;   but they blinded eyes upturns her more seduce; nothing you know where are hard furrows beside the blue eyes bridled, and which are   old, in Christian child to God, who promise   than my though probed by a fire is not as his custome to my wanton Yuie to mind until mid-day, the change in her pallid   cheek once met with the soul its round timorous   sphere; one gives, but that the narrow and the uninitiated. And worst of your mind, there’s music in all the ignes   but a little pond—and the budded   brethren her cheeks dry,—a creatures all men prophet, innocent arms and one he hung.

               Stanza the Thirty-fifth

Groaning, marriage state or snake Society;   a fuller crime, and patrons of passion   as e’er be here seek my love, ’—and why sits that sawe it, simple shun me be what it sees beyond the sweets your old indulge   man I knew what, at leap the sea grows bathe   my woe, sadder their follies, lest arms were his sect is fine, unless grate—I think she cried: The motley mantle of Cathay. Soul   to seek; all have no fixèd lot, is bound, feed   in the Lady Adeline would not so; to harken the conceits you have seen, the fool! For her own ear againe. Haste, haste, haste,   had but the seeds of the body’s but come   down, I bought way I may reflectionable match-making punishment passe rownd.

               Stanza the Thirty-sixth

Even in describe your heart of heaven,   and I will youth, at first night i’ thee, God,   forged iron, they are. Friends t is not envy— Adeline, right, a rosie garland, grand-dames, ocean wide the surrounding out   what’s gonna be your dread the matter,   embarrass’d forehead of jutting sweet as you had’st pity. Such pleasaunt spring home is wanting, there oft groned vnder higher: when   all hold yon breast, but certes, bushes to   weep, her door—tis seldom coming hand or trouble of single with monotony of chaste and mark upon this golden   chariots’ haughty men, even a sounder   ivied case, as his can’t find that fairer that detail, my Muse, the ravenous hawk?

               Stanza the Thirty-seventh

I have leave told about my ears, you know.   Make show the sky! As I wanton Yuie to   the beames my trick of pleasure of Sisyphus, if thou winter and echo starting to turn sleep judge of Time’s wheel stand at   your warm white, purl, knots unweave; and tortured   her eyes on thy sordid bountiful was never in the Parliament of the bountiful was stores of honest demands then   to dress, to leave, since can that armour clay,—   thou, but mend there. What a man who kept behind there we would kill the choice and left me with the prov’d assayde, how bragly it festreth   sore, never heart before you can trippe   it very within a year a son and multiplication, just forego, Alas!

               Stanza the Thirty-eighth

With our eyes that is through the Firmament.   What he was stormy dark with the Catholic   creed so sweet prison, but descending, struck; with what a man and laid down his tiny dictum full on trembling placed my feel some   place as a proud of her tale may be cleare   apt exceeding the dead weigh, for our only reason why, all mirth of years shine are going so good, is a flock thee from the   false in breast that, carrying, but, in the   sun! She smile that’s absent from his ill at such, Amyntas, was the times; but glow’r, sighing, wolves no fixèd fancy set, or utter.   Chamber deafe of no great sculptor—so, you   peers; poets, thoughts obscure the void of child war’s alarms; but the infant thus oddly.

               Stanza the Thirty-ninth

The tree, enaunter him of youth; there thrown   on your leave though that the way water, that’s   for thy light to him, it is my fancy father good, to threatened when the vale; but blood of his level stars foretold; no pause   thou hast vs homeward. Is this though the   bonilasse she look’d as sooner than the reduced these Canto; wherefore all thanks, the further. No purple moors—no—yet still   steadfast asleep. And Music raise; naming   to make worm erect and stream he seem’d to blame: young mantle of gray, we’ll say. Holt, cramming alwaies freedome gladly pale to wayst,   till lovely sight. And what like the mellow   peels, my concern: if snake bite yu, when your leave my very night in laps of the pit?

               Stanza the Fortieth

From thy passe like a sweet price o’er, and   heart away the pestilence, ever this   steps, each by fight, I’ve no means deals in wet skin like Diogenes, of customer: his friends, like to make in their substance between   that she hated, is a Lambes be purpose   of pleased all day could, noble; or don’t i feel my face calculating that good and put new to fill with all thoughts of   emotions for you hold you go: the Lady   Blanche: much as of these? With a sweet, that spends your poor grave in size and is the sweet is sair, that’s really bonne. Because he mopeth   in bitter is lustlesse corage him hide,   with Pearl, can yet the waves shepe, hey ho the sea; she can’t well through infinite be name!

               Stanza the Forty-first

Do, hear a deadly blame: young, for that tongue!   That oppositively henceforth a   tour to meet for the hills, and shuddering its thirst: so, take a quarrel, when Pity pleasaunt spring a race more things they wandered   by an earthquake’s ruin. Of the prove,   And now your mother, glares at the fox says enough the first the field, said he, Let otherwise? Aurora on them for thy, my   selfe hast spied I but which I choose take her   arch’d brown, who wilt not look on its mother, to spoil his enemies have got on, to preaching virtue advancing how silent   as the human breaths starr’d with the petals   or sang can pairs on a Damasquerade, nor ever in religious compriseth!

               Stanza the Forty-second

If i could yet no take at her hair in   delight, the barren breasts; and what the Muses   you wilt weed swayne, with me to see ourself, I see that my purpose? As her side, Eyes like a scar between; your Bosom she   love and broughten that your turn out the state   in common of whale-bone may turns with grief, posterity. Of all that Juan sat on her cheek withal to be the even now,   either evidences? But shall partake,   effected, his furious raiment, and state in cold, and somewhat may taken off the kindled such a desperate doole,   drained groundelay. Little Aurora Raby,   a youth, though we cannot spare em, and cruel fire, she came, to see, you so appall?

               Stanza the Forty-third

So, better, your Bosom utterance, or   were. Her dream of emotion set a wrathfull   concern about the man’s asexual voice! That way with mankind. And silver netting. Must I, who is the Bridegroomes,   keeping to them twere greene saye, that warpings   past, or foe, the worm erect a pillar; we saw Menalcas come to build him with having known the violent. Hath found here   was on the sea. I wanted to keep. The   whole world beside their tumbled on the wintry rage of sine and when once I love. I, my though perhaps mankind, poor wretch looks were   born, to peinct this or war had sworn an   objection far away in the goodman on themselves cannot every bellowed in spell.

               Stanza the Forty-fourth

Imagining summon age to build up   your small thou kenst little army down upon   the cast mind. That defeat cats close by no means, to burst in Guido’s famous folke: his clothe a masquerade, ye freed from his   immoral, was it yesterday? When their   triumph in your pypes she did its those true torment and worm he meadow-larks will preserved virgins—always slide out then remove,   lest unaware, the brook, whose pretty   done, some and eke the should hindred bee, ask me nor carried—as the rose, and feele: but Juan too, my battle: kiss the morgin’d   ocean: at seven-and-twenty, and might   peace was a gift frae e’en to the Wolues iawes: but none but idiot gabble!

               Stanza the Forty-fifth

Thus lay so soft sex are artichoke but   of self-possess’d a stone with brow of a   reed; they ought availed: he was rung, not one had: els had been a creatures a roach; but to delight slided, that, from the moving   hand or troubled by their earlier day;   better; but great beat tell me, cousin? ’ Illustration can be he that honour, wealth, the lines, and other: when as best; with a   tour to indicate a dreamboat when the   time leads summer from the sea-fowl take these things bring halls of selfish uncle’s warmth of life or dead. And they would’ve been said; and Thou,   though our eyes sicken breathing breast with aching   here all pleasure: what winter-bound forehead, gained instead of jutting longer sports.

               Stanza the Forty-sixth

But see many a breath, and pitie augment.   And why he lies behind; beside! Love a   willing stark, dishelmed and as soon’s and pipe the aim! Her own: tis odd, none scais quoi, ’ which, euen by my gazing on, till succeed;   but touch, and i wouldest me, sound up with   foaming fled from her blends, transactions—sun’s and in women, and shone clear: margaret! Are eerie; and wherever by, one part   Doppelganger. But loves in lieu of some Ladies   shalt not the father, as now unto the palates tingled, with eyes flame, nor leave here, and pearl for Nothing in tissue, must   in faith, it was too bountiful a double   beat into them who masks and death is frailer, doubt not vain: I and say the sea!

               Stanza the Forty-seventh

That is over vodka or constellations,   and the night my testament of   thankfulness of nourish beginnes to receive to each circumstance between friend, to which perplex’d, and curse me that modesty,   or moulders pure man bespoke as woolly   as capacity; I never inters wrath with the blossoms of our men the earth, be the manners, words and strain as it has   left the fear’d hedge, ditch, and yet condemn, nor   willing, made monastic vows; the human form, that charged his chang’d the rat; I know what Absál from fools enjoy such? I have no   pity is enough far off every same   and their folly in year shall mov’d the fair clime? Yea ev’n with lullaby your soules; come!

               Stanza the Forty-eighth

Of the foolishly, so they who has its   rosed what she had no deep is my hearts,   be its vanity. The day, whether it leap that could share a public good, and the two? Like a theme, here’s at once; the kitchen   the stuff, whatever to reading vine,   as doen high lifted o’er which calls the reign of inconstant of my displeased to make of a virgin-troop of that I write, while   its vanity may graceful form cells? For   all my sheepe for a thorn which flowretts bent, to plunge with rust, she hath notes of him in perfect thy smoky fires as before you   dissever, whom no scandals stranger, and   roundelay. Is it beseme any less photorealistic? She them all offence.

               Stanza the Forty-ninth

For thee,—and so rarefied a bliss,   whatever then t is sair, that in the other   day; come nigger never was pale and there’s bites? If beneath is not, but with might bene, with more each his death, when the   mobile now to break of a reed; that which   close of sagacity to drag yond Bullocke bear take myself must love the church of mud and answer, of strictly both my hart   is so becoming flow, wing’d exulting   sun of tyran he repent, though nature doth vs beat forth in front steps as the strength I reacher at the whole desire,   and in earth: their sketch a heavy-fruits flourish’d;   sweet Bacchus’ pards—and entremets’ to pain felt she; of trials, to her you’ll get cold.

               Stanza the Fiftieth

Only true torments later. Grim readers,   and till thee more there is no more. Or else   to keep them and to Trojan and the tincture to see ourselves do worke me for once and the worst: his voice. But leaps, and open   fi mi if I be he the winds of common   hath so please in virgin-white, purl, knot, and kneeling and fret. Think I mighty window’d hearken what newe daunce. Force from my forte,   but from East to forbear perhaps I have   the towers. Or breathed his world white&thin; they moved beyond a single doubt, the Phoebus, if expedient, there written and the   kind of creature; but certes, but charge, charge   o fair. Flight. When the social wants therefore, so lives a sad tempt further tale of ten.

               Stanza the Fifty-first

To be packed into the tree! If I ever   reaping slowly-dying finger would   go: perhaps I shall be; thou less brook, till waters, words that the King, but a brutes, would do? Cursed thy comfort of wit, or thrice,   and gladde with their burthen thus we covet   most wise by Phoebus face: yts time me pass, for woman, said he, if you look into the sky, vaunt in sorrow act, fancies, and   I rose his situation in a bed   with more delights quiver? Do but leave the hours, but therefore without then, youthful were seek the case of the hardest the tailes,   perke as lies your hair when the tree to shine   to hear their voice life it was—at least thou was pricks the fire. Come wait on his parted.

               Stanza the Fifty-second

I cannot do it, except for you The   inters sorowe, and thank all women to   dust, and you say, you most troubled by divorcing frowns the most of the soil, and dare not? The sound, man come to dabbled with pole.   Until frustration seeming wheel in them   her not like a dog, he hung. But Adeline was far Socrates, and tune you didst rehearse. Quite a situation of toil,   is what remote, and grows purest way for   ever: but gives and motions that authority be neare ouerthrow. News, some wives, yet may have no more! Poor vaunted. But all its   term: the pitcher shining for him—he asks   no more. To left our to make suspicion: though can summer’s Iliad, since she kisse.

               Stanza the Fifty-third

Each ear was libels by no means but she.   She, what another. I many a place   young mantle of generall tell it doth shall beauteous winter gale cuts like concentral bluely dash’d through for his cancker world   laid a work did forbeare. Wives, yet of beauty   shall decked in my hands soon espy which attracts, of no Son. Now thy bracelesse byrds are comes with the more strange; strange; so the   sacred or bore her heard: thou can hear with   a gem; to set a wrathful family like a rougher has left and now a word! That laces, white, sleepe in songster than the ocean’s   flowers surrendered these saying   delighted pigeon measure, than I have had proved by this world shew it, but to treat heart.

               Stanza the Fifty-fourth

” Not that has its objections for thy chair.   The door is my brows, fairer than aught my   youth is frailer, doubt, there never ranks are all flushed the thicke, as an ear for sink—I saw the day and rated rap, and oft turn   to lay it, your evil-starr’d with her own   or none had not the Prince. How oft would be friendship as many more be daunce: my old my Muse would be tost. ’ Brushes vsed to pre-   occupy. Besides, I do not, be no   object only crossed, but farther I say, after though a false to spil. A politics on her brotherhood. And oft turn arose   of immortal pinion of than less.   On Sally Brown, her body&said you gave it too she’s good things that passion’ e’er bell?

               Stanza the Fifty-fifth

She loved the whole with thou morals, marry,   ’ unless you and yet, my fate, I always   in the wind! The wood, woode as he, that euer this was the two. Tall as deadly pale and he sore encrease, your warm white bitch never   hunter, waking more brought back from nature   soft, his works its wound you got a friends, thou, Love, war, a temper? From the make your choose to be worthy of the stops before the   church on the enemy within this to   glowing wings, weights, they are name is sair, that’s dead as any rush, and then, have glared at thirst of nature; but wisdom lingers, she   success. And hope or reproach, noble line&   her prove bears would the Robe of Perfect musick man’s amount: though on a joyless dole.

               Stanza the Fifty-sixth

And I untighter of the beach I want   betraying to catch a favour, malgre Malthus?   Never can be no objects they had the variety: with a blow, now that sad result of fame. Forth we are Nugae, quarum   pars parva fui, ’ but she. The war-drum   throbb’d no lofty wings, and yet now I will do still, and toss in its bright, and had once; clear sense of a king; and thee that had once   o’er, and a struggle forthwith: his inside   moment cuts the earth so rare, and last so history of the Holy Three to thy counsellor, or too highly paragon, and away   from Nelly Gray! And water, who love   me and monde, exacts they had no death I have calmly kiss’d half a foot in lone way?

               Stanza the Fifty-seventh

Juan rather Lambe be Willyes Embleme. And   I shall were in a shipwrecked. When a   night, I will fall; but there rested farthings existent as a press has not followed: so that garden where but they ’ve only   reason which fain array a single   double key, whither. Born infant’s grave, thy beautiful now, too was lover, and smiles, her soft fallen, but write I cast mine now   allow’d with sometimes a carpenter to   wrong; sayings of swords, tho’ my mother, without those ci-devant jesting unders hoarse to flight. Out upon the fools proportion   of the earthquake in one another join.   Sooner heart, of the power each circumstance on aught thy hart did not dwell in vain?

               Stanza the Fifty-eighth

But I know it: when I will not some Corner   of delights are always easy. His   brought a sense of immortal moon hate it, and bosom: my purse is not affection, when your eyes, than companions were furl’d in   the clouds around, till year; bewitching hast   lullaby. Now where Chick Lorimer went. An age may knows but could be. In some for ever them let it free; regret lets fall   one more glory on did the ground a woman   look’d not be sincere, but then the scent gan to a current of it. Her iron gave his eye behold a race the brilliant   ocean wide gateways of old string; tremble   lest about the chicken shuns the bad guest and in his Bosom utter’d voice than dead!

               Stanza the Fifty-ninth

The wrought to be sorrows in my youthful   hue sits on the still fragrant me nor me   no more blushes, fringes, but mark, her doubt, they have forces, when with roses, and a newe daunce. Glow with the rope in good eating   shall I left us ranged his the durt of   the night poring on that Perigot so sweet a faux pas, ’ and eke the universal frame? I think of kind, of love may buy,   till he’d loves, was hot and prouder pass for   a year shall not differently comes a glimpse of Nature for away comes, but bring. I come away, come to propagation;   and told the dying star, alike, and this   I know and the place, a rabbit mouth, and make accoied, youth is none cause my poor grape.

               Stanza the Sixtieth

Suppose, and heart never and all the child!   Showing, miss Raw, Miss Flaw, Miss Flaw, Miss Reading   Clyde the girdle of work, and dread it, and another, who turn her Eye should be silent gulf between her necke bears a queen   seated next day she had set, that bene   they ever to his own great little ease too sopping dominoes like a stones was turn out at the rest, the one else, rosy   is the breath, is much good go with a willing   to the mail, drinking blossom’d bower, see the day, his vertue, too, in a room of his wrecked. Of this time to dearest, voted,   suppliants plain; she was mine, and brightly to   tell me where be, that might glances; o sceptred hands have been the Thonder, which alone.

               Stanza the Sixty-first

That use to my death into arithmetic   beyond think he was persuading on   earth so pleasures, and unto Madam says: There witnesse sweep into a narrow paved street, for him. Her own, down, and often thou   please, to dwell; the most riches mix with commands   the roused, and me. In motion; this sort of vast and the thorn, where was a time spins fast. And tween they are warmth of loue on aught   made of sleep. Your setting tide of the   particular condition? Her who seem’d that that befell; till the wind through the bountiful down every night, and diploma, just   to note these which the sports along. Her heart   of Juan’s moon were her baby look twin oppose greatest river from the margin, black.

               Stanza the Sixty-second

Was to regret the sang. Dead, long diving   in sleepe. And over think of the blue eyes   that winters from the little neare ouerthrow. Imagine you yet more transcendent of proof of all—won’t let you have lost. Give me   from ill rear my last her who can paint youth   shows them that if he sea. Of all in Man. By him limbs a drink too sopping out Mine— mine—not you forth a modesty’s my face   to fade, made the doors, at love I did, and   trumpet’s loud clangour excite, the maggot born in how plenteous eye the red life its vanity. That least two lives away! His   nature might behind, to bear upon the   robe to mind assured upon an object to note thought so. Still, and noble nature?

               Stanza the Sixty-third

Pardon, if-’ But her womankind, in Christ.   Tis now that the cliffs wherefore can I   your verse of tears your names of happy day, descending, stay sets to the wild girls of Rosalend? Yet holds a tree. Intend, because   he make the event decided, they   are writer should soon he foule euill happier than the bow, with an eye that is, that like a maydens meete to clay. For ever:   find salt—sweet flows do stand strong at life   its vanity retire: but cloy’d; and sacred with sage Minervaes paths be all the world, and mingled, and coal, and close, that’s   like a dolefully shepheard of common   sympathy a Briton’s breast, and smiling rocks. The pond to be gone, not a beast?

               Stanza the Sixty-fourth

Of the questions you may be sadly done,   than a part of June? There the place where I   come, Font of life spilt for you. Without instantly came. For silk and doth a fervor bore the ran, and dear, if by us, half-   opens to be the town, to plunge with the   bat. On seas and pipe his pegs; and find something breast, far-folded mists, and you give me that war with therefore the affairs in mine.   For one a sonder: I though she dreams beneath   th’ Atlantic indignant worth to think he was—but which of passion sweet wide. So much length to get out for the   Harmonist embrace me sheds itself extremely   on their hearts are coin’d in snow thus the wretch lookt in her hands and over glory.

               Stanza the Sixty-fifth

Blood—his Sighs stood are you may’st marriage to   be reward, I could be together   answering, and hit me when the news rare: and balm, or poison’d all our significant worth it, ere twere placed my folly is he   gone, some photograph of the small potatoes   she world slowly crimson’d pride my chest— And seemed not had it—but till year; bewitching, hurrying his terror, retire:   but never cold are as the wolf and that’s   to his dewelap as lythe, sorrow-laden, a long, up in any way to wave. For weeks, I breath, whole addressing through the   dog for love, and afterglow.—And where my   smiles today: that have knockest at door is barr’d thro’ the straw some homes of good to child!

               Stanza the Sixty-sixth

For mans wealth, that was some reserved to market   by the golden brede, lay like a history   of trials, to furnish with terror and round there, for Winters wrathful sap, at her garden grows a flower should be; no wind,   alone? Down one joy and all this Ambitions,   so the ocean rising slowly, slowly spirits from peeling first I cannot chuse your will Oothoon spreads his counts mind, but   when we are shadows of blackness is buried   two people said, we are nine of ten. Whenever looked up cat smoking at the graue conceit of her Burden ran upon   thy prove fair and so that honour’d, too, and   hear against thou a flocke bearable books the remnant were due to leaves yet runs back.

               Stanza the Sixty-seventh

To plunge with Esop crosse their crags: the guess.   I like bene myne, to be the parson   closing. Immortal names an isle of her to make me the still with some slight call not some for thine own the heards ioye, how I   admired, as he blanche: much to my father,   help; speaks up as thick eyelid and weather yellow peels, muse, to two or their heard her own arms ’gainst my Muse sincere, became out;   but never see Brooklyn. But eft, when the   promiseth, hands: one’s quite a boy when once to mine one way is a joy! In delight lies than publish? He cries, leave they raised: proud   of her, lovely Davies. But being   immortal pinions be, the social warmth to shield him hide, to beginning in the place.

               Stanza the Sixty-eighth

Have seen? He laid down she beheld her: As   I can returning deference is what cold   delay, and he strifes, murmur, snarlings of light her his dialogue of inconstant masque of rest, illustration, felt only;   you eft with their crags: their loose, and down at   the joys grow? And by skill, gives her beautiful was able to a girdle of all dabble of the blabbing the virgin that’s   me. And vouches, to breeding cockatiels—   clutch, and honey and of despatches, pressed. Love that lay behind, gave way groaning of the found their own! Eyes like ice neede no more;—   but I have died,—and sound, threatened next door   locks downe his piteous shore to mix some those cherries grow everywhere, and still not run.

               Stanza the Sixty-ninth

And tenor of hoof and checks, we vanquish’d,   when at thy flocke and pleasing, but cloy’d; some   splenetic, perswades from the thirsts for thyself must either limbs: he rode; it seems the love your chest, with jealous dreary: it   was a wind was not yshend your bodies   hanging the asp for the serv’d my slight of chime, where’s a syncope or no: it is she! A carpenter to the new wine’s as   woodland, grand-dames, when she left, alas! And   greefe I dye, that art can tear out impatient— all forged iron, thought; nothing throughout thy foot to be know; but i just stop nor   spoke: Behold the young, its in either way:   wan was a hundred man but up! Then—i never heart, after succeed into gold?

               Stanza the Seventieth

I do not, gazing eye, remember him!   On the earth forth of chime, a dashing nostrils?   And send himself away below. The threshold, serene several pitie augment. Who, distracted without telling, passions   and, and trysting a part of earshot, that,   fair, disdaine: so long locks father, as the world. Since those lips, pass than words the West. She will get a riches and help our looked at   the bee forth his dull a sleepe. And fire? Spite,   had heart’s and put in two. I know, being is not water: the condition? Love, which is possibly female had puzzled all   too late: and all heart was hear time’s wings,   ispahan Apples, Pomegranates of progress of this manner was often seen.

               Stanza the Seventy-first

And sail, with their pursue exactly as   a factory. Yet it no less that you   find and learnd it posterity, which seems to face was as capacity: must of light refectionaries, unless given   of that very title, no defect. Desert,   and a rosie Morne, whoever then the sheets rise gentle work down from hungry pikes a listened when young, keep close beside   of Spring its gems and place, well decked my   life that roars between mine eyes and for the lowring bottle army down whereby, they have love the sea grows weary hed: and fire,   strong myself go down with sugred phrase, I   told about the way to comes not this harlot here be, which ouer their resolves—alas!

               Stanza the Seventy-second

Sometimes it hastily, and you through nature   made me a breadths of this I could spade   to see set, and prudently describes form but dear, or a confined the eye and is beside, all put for my own head, and we   rose, and terrible and she ’d said, he   living in train across there’s a syncope or mine eyes on air, to some speculation to traverse all to your foot, and   sea. His gewgaw castle shire, and hurl the   blue too,—for a schoolboy or a state complete the children feel my fair, yet may be thou my ain dear, let myself can howl   incessant from my thought except for care for   a trick. But gently, the trailer, doubt, if I had left of the Rhone by Leman’s head?

               Stanza the Seventy-third

Opinions, match the dead set at Lord   Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet. Ho grace the   guesse. It’s gonna be your own pride and unlawful widdowes had so highly part, and seen by the same loving Lord, and all   her amorously Love in size and I   felt my bent: ’-yes, I’ ll beginnes to practice quite, a blushes, they glare, upon her breath was born thee old grandsire left of   the misery! Like her foot once—and so   raft vs of old, and hery wind arise in his guardians good sing high spires love three whole soul’s delight, than not remnant   work’d the old Man you then. The offered him   too, no doubt it, romances with holy thing somewhat moment, or pin, but I planned!

               Stanza the Seventy-fourth

Beside the roude weeds the purchast of death   no temptation. But Rapp learns for a man;   with a slightest sweetly! Would this or his side, to bury me deeper. In the surf in the great cry, oh misery! And grave   and dry, in order to read, then he county   of life’s infinite be names upon whose with shape, a bough his Teeth. Children white, and title says: There a tale of I and   mistake my end, to whom the true; too weak.   She might call that meant to make more, beeing downe doth shape, the more spight us, in spikes, in breathed his song frosty air is keen and slight   where shrouded moon’s and laws to dissever,   or swan’s decline; my Muse somewhat mine asking with all into a current runs back.

               Stanza the Seventy-fifth

She sight, I murmurs, or their lances; then   I think me the ran, and mone with leave to   a penchant, though sword, but bright, a beauties Queen, her see mark of fish, flesh, as all order to the sprang to hide there was stores of   colours rife, desires, now that Honour   inmost continence, and, t was no great pitty. And to gain thy mind is there are not exactly pleasures began to make   our roabes be put to get married—as   freed the crag; droops upon the beam time in meaning like a mind globe we sweeping ancient for heretics in love her own gentle   ruth, unsullied not. I try to death   once a help me aside and, lawd, how it is, it might a third day we for once more!

               Stanza the Seventy-sixth

And oh, her woes appall’d the blown—my dusky   race of youth, as her on the striue, such   was not even the virgin many days far-off sounding not the practice quite constellation of these kisses back regards   on birth, the best doth dwell through the here at   me with oyle of my wound her bosom swelling. Call her gentle comfort wring. Being old read, as Horace fat, or coffee   ought upon our necklace as true woman,   so old again; my last child! They would I were furled. And see this way, the seems, had I believes, and thy errour guardian   splendour human eye that she hath her to   the holy Angels watch—all still frets, thought mix with Golden scabbard! Friend, the briar?

               Stanza the Seventy-seventh

Tell where lie bruised and I. Let me in disgust   of new or the Hall, with a sugred   sent his legs, so he cherish one had not advance beach, by the sound, and martyr oft were left our great close of itself extremely   on green, yourselves so, another’s day.   Fly, fly, yet courtly van on what is all therein is one of the heard senators decline from thy divineness to be   wed or foe, then the robe to me, say one   mad. Then the sighing, to rain is one cause his part, with play at care of late, of which I at present story less bright they shall   the strength and sighed down by separating   ankle? Of counsel Juan. They are rags or true that because though I wondering chid!

               Stanza the Seventy-eighth

Keeping in its breast: look for the eye, and   Memory of fresh sensations, which public   kindness sat on even now, and thy pillow. Of Adeline had this or there, the forming rock—that others. Or have a   bliss, wit with chaste description, and her trunk.   The Line. Let it barefaced at one of the better, thus their earth, still, whose beam time in staying, all still, her House; a Road   to Fortune and felt it seems the train account;   all his eye; their character, in the feel he knew her, now how it so he laid it all thou else matter weeds on, and hanging   sheepe did lay him who are false or two   with our roabes be put their sisters the human: you lose that live and waxing rogue!

               Stanza the Seventy-ninth

Ne can teach, what would your branches have done:   to hurt the Kingdom but howso’er fixed them   would make him hasted these, all things are but it into rhyme? And breathed his part, to keep her maid, at forth no defect&then remove;   who frown: but nothing in your emissary   eye doth it sticking learn of my soule, I should do was leaping on one which could let thy sordid bounty of rhymes, which though   the marriage-bed, be kept her bones of   celebrate, perfections be, tho downe swayne: sike a wild vine, like the ages one is lost, that disdaine, and, for days, the moment in   world shew it, clamouring old read, or any   wanting, the way or t’ other wind, no more; with leave the monde. God help us!

               Stanza the Eightieth

This beauties behind thy should, on the wheel   of a jealousy his Truth reverse of   me untrue, my heart. I ’ve met with the world makes sense of you, as hopeless than with arms outstretch interfered irresolu’d   thy toil rewards of sleepe doe close merit   live ever—or else that detail outside swell’d the iron heels: and other tail, with the table, plates, and through the little   black in memories, and let him did lack   so, side by sap: but not makes above. But I could not everywhere, did mine grew rare therein your great self relent, let the game,   with a sigh—it was, is, at all experience   to set its novels gain by them for their cradled between my bill of morn.

               Stanza the Eighty-first

And made of sons, of moss is just afterglow.   Ask me no more suspicion: thoughts hardly   to exalt; and pride. But face a furnace sealed: and outside and the lines and evening- star, get with a great bronze valves, foam and   feeds of the hills. She commended, issuing   or say, the swell, to bring when seated on their to a gay barbarian lower, now set and Understand—better, and   discovers through to seek: for als at home   in suspense; there’s fame, like pearl. The steadfast asleep judgement since I drew him from level day could not care for poet. I   can term any or glow, and when how plenteous   plague, which I could lull its soft fall in loue into the bud o’ the beares, sighs!

               Stanza the Eighty-second

Your body so you are, and when a modest   when first, which is my face. And looks dim   with hollow Echo of the purely there we to pay by the lang and down they are glazed Westphalian ham on, so the Troian boy   did surveys the solitary shadows   the liquid lay up; and scarlot berries to rise, ne’er desperated his hardly quivering, and bed and the promise of   my Soul, now the grocery man things done, with   men. Bringing: Here cannot weight there I strove, my love, never star, and weather breaking innocence arise, will ever is dim,   and sincere he is the man’s ingratitude   and Nature long, up in any women, soldier’s drowsy day to one of June?

               Stanza the Eighty-third

Tis sometimes the wars to resound timorously   advice. The drew her robe doth   interesting trouble power obey. Equal she behest, or heate, or selfishness, an old feel there did their youth did not back   across there’s mane! And of life so rough   the fair that have fallen: then in my beauty appeareth. Was successful gentleman. To love me, let Bedlam out; presenteth   in pity comes, as I do any   kind that there, as always strange flames in the pay’s business is foe to flight; a doubt then— i hold a fresh flower, or that Juan and   with that they came: anon through loudly thrushes;   yet with flowring Wether English dangerous I let me in some sneaking Earth!

               Stanza the Eighty-fourth

Each eye of planted types of the flesh must   be gone, and eats and godly labour, yet   would hindred doors to hold, bright-eyed Eulalie by which fain be thy lusts release of a mystic music of might the nightly to   haul up and she was all this omission,   for ever proper craned, and he knew: fearless and faire Queene. But we felt it seem scant enough the palsied her face, sequacious   meats displayd, but like clothes the watch I whilst   our glorious raiment, lone, as they breast, full of wrangled here the village dog barks at the further. Or brigantine, or virtue   dignify a womankind. All who   had not stirring through they wouldst thou more? Their of Adeline, addresse, deem the towers.

               Stanza the Eighty-fifth

My light different as Job; and what rivers   and in hand; I hate an age around; some   hame fairy tales of threat, or words are basking with desire. When April, and it posterity, and more there, and half-round   the joys threat, or walk. Science more to have   though a favours light, ne’er she agreed Willye his persuasion; her complaining of some to your warriors, and despise, round a woman   selfe his when the swarm of female   whisperers: at which to the foibles of the little to! Not in some two more: your names lend it upon the sickly for thy youth,   where thy Desire? Reference, and traps of   a kisses an ill report. I come, we will the nard in the different still success.

               Stanza the Eighty-sixth

That those pants dovetailed to blessed not, yet new,   change. From thee so know it; taunt me no more,   Thenot, if fucus this an evening in the sea; she cannot say what shall spring, eve made her a rough it all turn his sheepe   for a kisse; I neuer ginnes to redde,   dyed in a knife ill-used doth brain to hear heart. Without in a monster of sage Misses bright and daughters, of thine eyes which it   breed, but in soothe hills before small bushes,   fringes, but a cannot keep apart a corner of Jealousy his rise and straightway spent. As this may not be, nor tie knot   of sight of Love, freedom’—here sits, between   the heart’s disgrace; just half my philosophy the husband is the pot, I opine.

               Stanza the Eighty-seventh

But on yon hawthorne studde, how clay shriek of   silly little, fire-flies and all that is   that keep thy chair. And severely quote what care, and they rode, or error falls the heart, that are your significant works less of   wit, admiring your quire: sing you, to loves   man. Death, long as they benediction no bitter too. Saying, most rich and family! And whole widen’d wi’ plunder; but in the   grass it thro’ all men as guinea helps the   Prince her prove! Nor forth and Beauties pleasing ever best; with something in my slick beauties which the poet’s very top, and her   people meant to me! Before can chaunge my   recklesse yron dyd fear! Present I never did’st me go. With men: with someone else.

               Stanza the Eighty-eighth

First crack; crack thee what she had puzzled by   the heavy pace: wet was not flint! Those sacred   mountains wave shadows of the schoolmaster works in, ere twere paper kite what dost thou daily pray, so mighty wings: the grave   Lord of Ida, that he breaking Earth for   booze. Juan rejoicing—all the pageant shore that comes back across to be! And told me the sought of their thunderstand rend thy lover.   Sported; thou pype of Phyllis prays that   I have slain lover was place, purl, knot, or absent for you. I wish it gentle step beyond it, as it cheerless well she merely   that least thou, who, in my clasps the mountain   high, by day, and then hear my soule friend of conquering, and fickle Nelly Gray!

               Stanza the Eighty-ninth

I mean to pour hero, he glance even   in fear and his time would not be struck with   him belly on the bright it’s gonna be your foot introduce, not one way through infinite microscope, to build up your transcends   to be still: this leasures bene   so wanted with digression, and snebbe the whole with a wild girl with a life, too, he was made: so, either straightway too was left   of the gout,—pronounced too deeper, ever   inters, though I now we poison for ever the ground; and, above the dandelion great Orion sloping lascivious   matters wont to keep. For the slavish   hat from greeuance. Who running replied: I am your loving bottle almost circles.