#She is so fine your honour and that's not a crime

[imacrispian]

Now tell me why she looks like she just bought the chiefs with change to spare 🙂‍↔️

[saphirered]

a winter's ball with vax'ildan, maybe? only if you have time

When I read this one, I immediately got inspired. Hope it turned out well! 😘

Wining and dining was never really his style. Vax’ildan prefers the shadows over the shimmer and shine of these ostentatious events. It’s a thing he could do without but with Vox Machina’s rise in reputation so came obligations. It’s not every day the Sovereign invites you and your friends to attend some posh party and while he might want to forget, his sister and her boyfriend-he means friend- have not neglected to remind him this is not something he can get out of. At least there’ll be an open bar and as long as he sticks with the likes of Scanlan and Grog, he’s in for an eventful night to be sure. Even if everyone has been threatened urged to be on their best behaviour, he is used at being a shadow in the crowds. He’ll be fine. It’ll be hell but he’ll be fine. So here he stands dressed in his best, listening to the chatter and whining of the nobility of Tal’dorei. Plenty of gossip and slander and he has to admit his fingers do twitch when he sees some of the blatantly disregarded riches people put on display. It’s like they want to be robbed. Wait… That man was wearing three rings just a second ago. There’s two now. He searches the crowd. Nothing out of the ordinary. At least to the untrained eye. He recognises a pattern of movement, someone making their way across the room, to be as far away from the scene of the crime as possible, not like the rich prick will notice the ring missing in the first place but better safe than sorry he supposes. Whoever you are, you’re good. Just not good enough. And since Grog’s been cut off from the open bar and Scanlan has already has found some privacy, it’s not like he’s got anything better to do. 

On your trail, he realises he was incorrect when he assumed you were getting away from the crime scene. Instead you are making a clean sweep, mingling with groups, inserting yourself into conversation. He’d have lost you completely had he not seen you change you appearance behind a pillar. He almost did lose you several times but there’s something distinct in your behaviour, a tell that he knows all too well, and one he’s guilt of himself. Though, when he gets close enough, your voice, it sounds familiar. He can’t quite place it. He gets closer but doesn’t quite join the same conversation you’d slid into. He listens to you, watches your every movement. You’d taken on the appearance of a tiefling, horns and orange eyes and all. Attire displayed more Marquisian. You lay it on thick, flattery, compliments, charms and don’t neglect the occasional flirt to really sell it. 

“My my, that ring of yours, it is a gorgeous piece!” You gasp as one of the ladies not so subtilely brushes the rubies around her neck. Obviously she was looking for a way to insert the ostentatious diamonds into this conversation and was failing. That faint glint in your eye right before you spoke, the one that’s akin to focussing on a target, that’s your tell. Everyone has one after all. 

“It ought to be. It was a gift from J’mon Sa Ord themself!” The lady already stretches her arm out towards you, to give you a look up close. Vax watches as you daintily reach out to take the woman’s hand and let the ring hit the light perfectly. 

“Such a high honour, my lady. A gift befitting a queen one could say. You simply must share the story behind it.” As she retracts her hand what the woman does not notice; you unclasped one of the bracelets on her arm, let it drop into your palm, the one that clasped under her hand, and sweep it away as she goes into the extensive story, having all those around oohing and aaahing. In the mean time you grow quieter and quieter until the focus is entirely away from you. You bend out, and make for the nearest alcove. Vax watches you brush along your clothes and then let your hands fall to your sides, bracelet nowhere to be seen. That’s when he decides to make his move. 

A job well done. You got plenty of loot from your little scavenger hunt, no one any the wiser. Tonight was a fruitful night. Who knew the desperate for attention and admiration were still granted plus one to such an event with a tight invite list. Just your luck you make a good actor and have no obligations to sweet-talking yourself into this spot. Such a shame though, the event is so large with so many attendants, it’s easy to get lost and lose sight of your escort. It’s unlikely you’ll meet again, or rather, your escort will meet you again. You’d not be so stupid to wear your own face on such an adventure. Nothing a little magic couldn’t fix. Not all deals made are bad ones and you surely reaped the benefits of this one. Time to leave. Stay close to the dance floor, make it to the balcony and off you go. It’s like stealing candy from a very rich baby. Another change of face; a half elf this time, with a tiered ruffle skirt. It seemed suitable, and just slightly big enough to keep at bay some of the suitors waiting for a dance partner of their choosing. You turn down the others, claiming exhaustion, already being spoken for, and so on. 

“Would you like to dance?” Your breath catches. You know that voice, and seeing the half-elf to your side, you are not mistaken. Shock must have spread across your face but you recover quickly. He looks as handsome as you last saw him, though the outfit is not very him. Vax. Your heart aches 

“I’m afraid my dance card is full, good sir.” You reply and sound a little more breezy than you intended. You have to get out. This is no place for a confrontation. Vax only takes one look at you and knows every single instinct on the verge of kicking in, so instead he simply takes your arm and pulls you into the ongoing dance. It’s a good thing you’re both quick on your feet or you might have sprawled across the floor unable to avoid the other couples in their routines. You want to say something, protest or just get out but He’s guided you along to a place where doing that inconspicuous would be very difficult, even for you. Bastard. You put on a smile and play the part of a whimsical lady who belongs here. 

“What brings you here, Miss?” You want to snort at his all too innocent question and playing into your act. He’s learned quite well. Then again, he always had charm, though, his sister will always be the more persuasive one. 

“Oh, I’m here with the Lord Waters. My uncle was kind enough to send me along to familiarise myself with the court here! And you, good sir? What brings you to this marvellous event?” You want to gag. You feel his hand burning against the small of your back, know he can feel through the illusion, feel the dagger you’ve got holstered there. His fingers of the other hand have clasped with yours, the fingerless gloves must have been a nice surprise as opposed to the dainty satin it appears to be. 

“Me and my companions were invited.” Damn it. You should have taken a better peak at that guest list when you had the chance. Of course Vox Machina would be in attendance. You’d have made better efforts to avoid them. Not that you’re not enjoying this encounter. In an odd way it feels good to be here, back in Vax’ arms. You’ve got plenty of memories like these. Though few include being in a palace like this. It feels good even if you’ve been made and should probably make an effort to get out now. 

You must be very important then. Excuse me for not knowing-“ You keep playing the game and Vax almost starts doubting himself. Maybe he was mistaken. Maybe he missed you in the crowd and is confusing you for this innocent half-elf but then you cast your eyes to the closest balcony. It’ll only be a matter of time before you’ll pass it and he wonders if you plan on making your escape then, slide away without another word. 

“Vox Machina. Heroes of Tal’dorei some say, though it’s a bit pretentious if you ask me.” He speaks earnestly. And then your window of opportunity approaches. 

“I’m afraid my feet have grown quite tired. It was lovely dancing with you, Hero of Tal’dorei.” You make to push away from him and he lets you go. What you don’t notice is that he’s just as good as you and in your distraction of getting away, you miss him removing that dagger from your belt. Your head’s turned when he swiftly slides it up his sleeve and follows after you, through the crowd. 

You break for the balcony, moving through the crowd gently until you reach the doors and slide through unnoticed. There’s no one else. It’s freezing cold after all. Big change from the warm interior and leaves you shivering just a little as your body adjusts. You look around the ledge; bushes below lead into the gardens. A drainpipe goes down to one side but looks rather shaky. Though his balcony is supported by pillars and happen to have decent foothold, even if a layer of frost covers the ground below. You’ll have to be careful still but you could not call yourself a master thief if you were thwarted by some ice. You pick a nice spot and sit on the railing, reach for your- it’s gone. You frantically look around, as if it might have dropped on the stone here somewhere. Then the door opens and through slides that damned half-elf, holding your dagger between his fingers. 

“Looking for this?” Cocky as you know him to be when successfully stealing something. “You can drop the act now.” You roll your eyes as you jump back to your feet and meet him in the middle of the balcony. He lets you take the dagger without a fuss and you quickly put it back in its sheath dropping your disguise. He wasn’t prepared. Vax didn’t think you’d actually drop your disguise, that he’d be facing you now. With your urgency to get out he had assumed you might have been running from your past, from him but you’re not. You’re standing here and don’t make a dive for your escape. You cross your arms. 

“You’re a bastard, and you know it.” You snicker. Despite the freezing cold the sound warms him from the inside. It’s been far too long since he’s heard that sound, heard you. You take another step closer. Your breath shows upon the cold air as you look him in the eyes. You tilt your head slightly, lips parting and begin to lean in. You bring a hand to his chest, let the other brush along his cheek, along his pointed ear until you guide his face to yours, as if you’re going to kiss him. But then he feels a pull and his hair falls free out of the tie he’d been persuaded to keep it in. You step back laughing and lift yourself onto the balcony ledge. He crosses the distance as you play with the tie. 

“Is it really that easy?” He laughs at your antics. It’s like you never parted, like not a moment has passed since your last goodbye even though it has been years. He was a scavenging thief with an annoying sister back then. He’s an adventurer now, still with an annoying sister though. You were a runner for a local guild. What have you become? You bear no seal, now sigil and you seem wholly unburdened. You wink at him. 

“It can be.” You swing your legs over, and stand on the small ridge. You quickly peck his lips and leave the half-elf in shock, short of a response. “Pick a place. Tomorrow. Lunch. My treat.” You play with a gold necklace between your fingers but before you’re about to jump off the shock has vanished and Vax feels in control of himself once more. He cups your cheeks. 

“I’ve missed you.” He breathes as his brain is trying to wrap his head around all of this. You’re here. You actually want to see him and as it looks like now you’ve no objections to picking up where things left off. What in the world is happening? 

“Missed you too.” Genuine words. Gently he presses his lips to yours, awaiting any response of objection but you move them against his, wrap your arms around his neck and deepens the kiss. The cold breeze cuts at his skin, his fancy clothes doing little to keep it at bay as opposed to your attire, clearly suitable for the weather and your objective for the evening, though he cares little when he holds onto you, when he feels your fingers brush against his skin and spark a fire to keep him warm, however short-lived this kiss may be. He pulls away, reminded you are on a job and he’d be a terrible partner in crime if he did not look out for you. Your hum in disappointment almost makes him forget about that. 

“There’ll be a guard patrol coming in two minutes. You’ll want to be past the fountains by then. The roses to the right will give enough cover.” Vax gives you the run down and you nod. With a final peck you push off the ledge and he runs to the edge to see you grab onto the pillar, and slide down. When he does he feels something in his breast pocket. It’s the gold bracelet. You blow him a kiss when you hit the ground before you turn on your heels and make a sprint for the roses quite a ways a way. You’re lucky you’re fast. With a longing sigh he watches you go. Lunch it is. 

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2022: 26-Honour

Marinette looked back at her phone, trying to follow the directions to Cosmic Threads. She was new to Gotham, but it had been listed as one of the best fabric stores in the city. She couldn't wait to create her latest design.

As she turned the corner, she was bowled over by a group of older boys.

"Sorry!" they shouted, as the continued to run down the street.

Marinette sighed as she picked up her phone from the floor. As she picked it up, she noticed a black wallet on the floor.

'Must belong to one of those boys. I can drop it off on my way back from the store.'

Suddenly, her arm was grabbed and she was face to face with The Penguin.

'Son of a bitch! No wonder why they ran! They at least could have warned me!'

The batboys winced when they saw the girl they had run into, in the arms of The Penguin. He had his umbrella gun pointed right at her and she didn't look happy. She didn't even look scared; she looked pissed off. Once they entered the fight, it wasn't hard for him to claim her as a hostage. All it had taken was a well thrown batarang to knock the umbrella out of his hand, but he had quickly tossed her off to the side. Red Hood protected her and told her to run through a side exit and was gone. No more distractions. Marinette quickly ran out only to run into the cops.

'Looks like I can't go shopping today. Guess I might as well return the wallet.'

Marinette looked inside and saw a Gotham ID. The wallet belonged to Damian Wayne.

After Marinette had given her statements, she turned to leave. She turned towards the crowd and saw the boys from before. Marinette walked up to them and threw the wallet at them.

"Thanks for the tip, Assholes!" she shouted.

Damian picked up the wallet and looked inside, "So, how much did you steal?"

Marinette was quick to punch him in his face, breaking his nose.

"You-" he cried out.

Jason and Dick held Damian in place, as she glared at him.

"How honorable you are, Coward." She sneered.

Marinette turned away and quickly let the scene. Jason let go of Damian's shirt and started laughing. Dick called for a medic to come look at his youngest brother. Tim sighed, and looked down.

'Blood? Was she injured by the Penguin?'

Tim left to follow. It hadn't been that hard to catch up with her.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked her.

"I'm fine." she growled and continued walking.

Tim looked her over and noticed a gash on her leg. Rapidly, he picked her up. Marinette started struggling, trying to break free.

"Hey! Put me down! Help! Help!" Mari began to scream, as Tim took her back to the crime scene.

"Hey!" Tim called out, "She needs medical attention. She's just stubborn!"

"I can take care of myself" Marinette cried out.

"Oh, really?" Damian questioned, as he held a cloth to his nose, "What were you going to do? Stitch yourself up?"

"Yes." Mari answered.

Damian recoiled in shock. He looked her up and down. The gash was the length of her inner calf and appeared deep.

"I doubt you have the medical training to handle something of that magnitude." Damian declared.

"And I doubt you know how to be a gentleman!" she replied, "Oh, wait! You already proved that."

Damian glared at her as Drake hesitantly set her down.

"I can do it myself." Marinette explained.

"I can't allow that!" the EMT stated

"I was brought back against my will and do not wish to receive medical attention." she spoke, crossing her arms.

"Where are your parents?" the EMT questioned.

Marinette smiled, "Isn't emancipation the best."

The Wayne boys and the medical attendant looked at her in shock.

"Can anyone look after you?" they asked, "I have to accept you refused treatment, but I'd rather not have you go later to a hospital for blood loss."

Marinette rolled her eyes and picked up the cleaning solution from the ambulance. After she sprayed the solution on her, she grabbed the stitching needle with the thread. She quickly and easily stitched herself up. She wrapped her leg with cotton and gauze.

"Like sewing a shirt." She quipped.

Marinette hopped off the back of the ambulance and walked away.

Damian quickly grabbed her hand. Mari turned and glared at him.

"You are right. I should have spoken up as we rushed by, even grabbed your hand." he stated, "Let me do the honor of walking you home."

"I don't know." Marinette spoke, "You might attract more rouges along the way."

"Dinner then?" he suggested, "Come have dinner with us and I can make sure you are given a ride home."

She sighed, "You're not gonna stop until you redeem yourself, are you?"

"I'm told I stubborn." Damian declared.

Marinette looked at him and relented.

"Fine, but if I don't go home by seven, I'm calling the cops for kidnapping." she answered, "I'm already behind work because of you and have to get up earlier to get what I need now."

"Your injury won't hinder you?" he questioned, "Can't your boss give you a break?"

"I'm my own boss." Marinette smiled, "I do comission work from my own home. I was on my way to Cosmic Threads for some fabric."

"Maybe I can pay for your fabric then." Damian inquired.

Marinette winced, "I take hours to shop. I know exactly what I need and I'm picky when it comes to the quality of my work. It also won't be a frugal purchase."

"Don't worry." he smirked, "I can pay for it."

"Your wallet's funeral." She smiled back.

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[calissarowan]

Sibylla: Stella, the court has found the wizards guilty. You have to accept the verdict.

Stella, shrugging: Yeah, alright.

Sibylla: …Wait, what? You were so determined to keep them out of Omega!

Stella: Oh, they’re not going to Omega. Or any prison. They’re getting probation with temporary magic restriction.

Sibylla: …

Ogron: She’s lost it…

Sibylla: What on Earth would make you think that?

Stella: The precedent, of course! Nebula tried to crush a city and got no punishment, Diana attacked Gardenia with a jungle and was forgiven with no repercussions, Aurora attempted to freeze the whole planet, and Morgana enabled/ordered all those things, again, both with no consequences. So, in summation, there is a precedent for people committing crimes and receiving no punishment, your honour.

Sibylla: …

Stella: Unless I’m wrong, and we need to arrest all of them too? Hm?

Sibylla: …Okay, you know what, fine. The wizards are put on probation on the condition that you never represent anyone in my courtroom again, Ms Allbright.

Stella: Deal!

Sibylla: Don’t ever bother me again. You’ve given me a raging migraine.

Ogron: …The bloody hell just happened?

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Now listen, someone's gonna read this and get offended, so I'm putting up a warning right now, this fic is meant to be funny, no offensive, if you don't find it funny, that's fine, do me the honour of scrolling on, dear adventurer!

CW: people watching, fashion policing.

It was an unsuspecting Sunday afternoon. The sun was shining, pigeons crowing as you and Levi sat at one of the many cafés around the cobbled courtyard of your home town.

The day is picturesque, not too hot, not too cold, and you're basking in the late afternoon sun, just watching the world go by with your fiancé across from you.

Despite appearances of a perfectly sane, perhaps even boring couple, you and Levi are not at all capable of having a boring afternoon.

Therefore, as Levi takes the first sip of his tea, his eyes dart to a young man meandering past beyond the shipping rope dividing the seating area from the rest of the courtyard.

He catches your eyes, guiding them to the young man.

"That jacket, fashion statement, or crime?"

You turned a carefully neutral expression to steal a glance, hiding a snort behind your own cup.

'As the queen of hearts once said: off with their heads!'

The faintest snort left Levi's lips, pushing his hair back from his face, backlit by the slowly lowering sun.

Utterly gorgeous as your lover is, you now have a job to do: find the next target.

You spoke softly to each other, ensuring no one further than three feet from you ever heard.

'Girl in the purple dress?'

'You mean the wizard from every kid's nightmare?' Levi drawled. 'She could do with a belt.'

'Maybe, I like her boots though.'

Levi shrugged, conceding, turning his attention to the next passer-by.

The two of you could spend hours like this, content in each other's company, each looking for ways to make the other laugh, be it through Fashion Policing or just utter nonsense.

You revelled in these Sunday afternoon, after all, you are probably one of the very few people who have ever seen Levi crack a smile.

And you're the only one who's ever made him laugh.

Of course, this means things can get utterly ridiculous.

After an hour, you'd settled yourselves into other topics, which cafes brewed tea better, when you spied someone too perfect to pass up.

'Guy in the trench coat.' You mused into the rim of your cup, discretely flicking you eyes to the gentleman in question.

Levi took one look at the rather...interesting person, and chuckled to himself.

'He looks great, if he fell out of Middle Earth through Narnia's asshole.'

A bark of laughter tore from you before you could so much as put your cup down, so powerful you knew it'd give you a belly ache as you shook with blinding delight.

Levi's smile grew, his heart growing light. He wasn't usually one to make a scene in public, but with you...your booming delight could never be an embarrassment, and he glares down anyone who gives you so much as a disapproving glance.

That laughter, the kind that puts tears in your eyes is exactly what he's aiming for, and he won't let anyone steal that glee from you.

@pamakali, I blame you for this. Thank you <3

[rrachnid]

" with great power comes gr - f ⭒ ck !! i'm late for rent again . . . "

( ji hansol , for rejects hq . ) what's up, silver ?! ji hansol , jake , geomi . twenty three on the verge of turning twenty four . expert at staying up late to work on my latest ( and brightest ! ) idea . most definitely the guy in the friend group you'd host an intervention for ( my mom totally agrees that it's part of my charm , by the way . )

⭒ DOSSIER ⭒ ABILITIES ⭒ BACKSTORY ⭒ PLOTS ⭒ TAGLIST ⭒ REJECTS ⭒

you ever brain rot on a muse so hard you feel like your excited might just force you to implode ?! yeah . . . same here !!!! i'm tenzen, and i'm so eager to shove hansol down everyone's dash!!! ^0^ i am been WAITING and dreaming to write a spider mark and i hope that you all can truly forgive my unoriginality with this one but what was i supposed to do? simply ignore this blessing???? aaaanyways... here's the intro, which also serves as a tldr because i yapped a LOT in my backstory !! additionally, please like this post if you would like me to reach out for plotting !! if you'd like to add me on discord since it's easier to plot there, please let me know!

THE BASICS !! ⭒ born in vancouver, canada, on one of the hottest summer days ever - which is ironic, truly, considering how bad he hates the weather. ⭒ mostly known as jake, though he always secretly preferred to be called hansol. ⭒ though he knew of the gene, he still happened to be a late bloomer: got it in the middle of math class, spurted silky web threads all over the hair of his crush and became a social reject after that! ⭒ his ability is arachnid physiology, by the way. ⭒ which, as you can imagine, didn't do well with people considering that spiders are apparently enemy number one of the state! ⭒ regardless, he somehow got through high school: the lack of party invites forced him to focus more on his studies, which ultimately made him graduate with honours. ⭒ and there was the scholarship too - thank god for it, considering how broke his parents were. ⭒ ( real nice folks, by the way. ) ⭒ so went to college in software engineering and his parents moved back to south korea. it was fine, totally. got amazing grades until he started to slip ( which coincidentally happened when he began to play superhero with his friends at night. ⭒ and instead of studying, naturally, he thought it would be a good idea to hack into his grade portals to turn his d's into a's. ⭒ like, honestly, it worked for a month or two. until someone noticed, until he got expelled. ⭒ though truthfully, he honestly didn't care much for school anyways. his only ever felt real drive when perched over his desk at night, working on engineering his own suit: he would get scraps he'd find in mechanical engineering labs, he would spend nights dissecting little gadgets and incorporating them in his suits. he would spend a lot of time with spiders, too - though he hated them at first, he grew to love them. they were like him in more ways than one. so he would study them until he could fully and truly become them.

⭒ he spent the next year or so in vancouver doing just that: engineering his suit, swinging around buildings, and fighting petty ( and not so petty ! ) crimes behind his mask. ⭒ he also conveniently forgot to tell his parents about the whole college thing. ( they always sounded so proud and happy on the phone: did he HAVE to disappoint them ?! )

THE PRESENT . . . ISH !!

⭒ he rushes to south korea upon hearing that his mother is sick : they tell him that it isn't bad over the phone, but when he first visits her, he can see how much she has wilted in the cold hospital bed. ⭒ he doesn't hate seoul because it sucks - he hates it because he can feel it reject him. it doesn't feel like vancouver : he doesn't know each and every corner of the city, he doesn't understand the intricacies of it. ⭒ his parents are still under the impression that he attends school in software engineering, that he has a stable job, that he isn't late on rent every . single . month . ⭒ it takes him a hot minute to adjust, but soon enough he finds himself swinging between the tall buildings of the city. people begin to recognize him here and there, and while most of them talk about him like he is a nuisance (considering the damage he often causes when fighting crime), he still does some good. ⭒ maybe it isn't so bad, after all. maybe with time, it will get better. he has always preferred to be called hansol, anyways.

[soup-of-the-daisies]

Thank you @padfootastic for tagging me ♥️♥️ I, too, have decided to make this a Saturday Snippet (because I’m working tomorrow and won’t have any time)

This is a snippet from one of the future parts belonging to they are married, your honour, my married!Prongsfoot series, featuring decent (and amusing) Orion and Walburga.

“Means we’ll share a bed, mum,” James says, very matter-of-factly. He tugs Sirius a little bit closer and squeezes Sirius’ bicep, then slides his hand lower and rests it on Sirius’ hip. “Does that explain it?”

Effie and Monty are smiling fondly. Dad looks vaguely bored. Mum looks as though she’s swallowed paint thinner.

“Good grief,” she mutters, mouth trembling. Sirius reckons it’s a little bit overly dramatic of her. “Truly, Sirius?”

Sirius opens his mouth to answer with a, ‘Yeah, mumsy, we’re shagging like rabbits’, but decides he wishes to neither die nor kill his mother today, so he doesn’t. Mum would go straight for his jugular or collapse with an acute heart attack. Both rather terrible outcomes, really.

“If you’re suspecting what I think you're suspecting, then you’ve got the right idea, mama,” he says instead.

It’s enough: mum pales dramatically, fans herself briefly with her hand, before plucking dad’s handkerchief from his breast pocket and dabbing her forehead. Dad, in a show of some surprisingly blatant physical affection, briefly pats her clothed knee.

“You’re unwed,” mum informs them, rather shrilly. She then turns to Effie and leans forward, trembling. “Euphemia, they are unwed!”

“I’ve heard it’s all the rage for their generation,” Effie muses dreamily. “As long as they get married in… say, a year, I’m fine with it, Walburga. It’s not as though sodomy is a crime in Britain anymore.”

James chokes on air. Mum’s eyes seem to bulge out of her head. It’s both entertaining and terrible, and Sirius has the oddest urge to either sink through the floor or laugh.

tagging: @groundzero-v @padfootswhiskers @plecotusauritus and anyone who’d like to do it :))

[blogdeepbelieverbouquetworld]

David Tennant says Bafta film awards will be ‘evening of generosity and joy’

David Tennant has said the Bafta film awards will be an “evening of generosity and joy” rather than stars being roasted when he hosts the show this weekend.

The Scottish actor, 52, will be helming the star-studded ceremony at the Royal Festival Hall in London’s Southbank Centre on Sunday, where Oppenheimer will be leading the pack with 13 nominations.

Tennant, who recently reunited with his Doctor Who co-star Catherine Tate for the show’s 60th anniversary episodes, teased that she could make an appearance with him.

Ahead of the ceremony, he told the PA news agency: “There are some wonderful famous examples, of course, of people making terribly near-the-knuckle comments and some very funny things that we’ve all enjoyed in previous awards ceremonies, that’s not probably my style anyway, and I know that’s not what Bafta are going for.

“We want to have an evening that’s a celebration and that won’t make people feel uncomfortable and won’t have people being roasted in any way, so it will hopefully be an evening of generosity and joy and a love for this industry that is one of the great success stories of this country.

“We’re very good at the arts. There’s lots of things that we we struggle with, but the arts is something that remains one of Britain’s greatest exports, so let’s celebrate it and enjoy that and trumpet it to the world.”

Tennant admitted he felt a bit “bewildered” when he was first asked to host, but then thought: “What a laugh, what a lark.”

“It just felt like an honour and a privilege to be asked to do something so august”, he added.

“It’s just nice to be on that side of it. It’s obviously thrilling for everyone who’s nominated and there’s so many exciting films to be celebrating, but also that’s pretty nerve-racking, I just have to stand up.”

Tennant, who has also starred in crime drama Broadchurch and fantasy comedy Good Omens, has previously presented as part of Comic Relief’s Red Nose Day line-up.

He said hosting not being his normal day job has taken some pressure off of him, adding: “I sort of don’t have anything to prove, because this isn’t really what I do.

“It’ll either work and everyone will be terribly nice about it or it’ll be a total disaster and I’ll never be asked again. Either way – it’s fine.”

The actor revealed he was feeling “pretty relaxed” ahead of the show but thinks the prospect of it will become more “nerve-racking” in the lead-up to the big night.

Asked if his co-star Tate could make an appearance alongside him at the show, he said: “Listen, there’s nobody I enjoy working with more than Catherine, so who knows?”

In 2023 Tennant appeared with Tate at the TV Baftas to present the best features award to Joe Lycett VS Beckham: Got Your Back At Xmas.

As the host, he said he was staying “entirely neutral” on who he thinks could win big at the award show but praised the level of talent in the world of film this year.

“It’s been a big old year, hasn’t it? And there was that Barbenheimer moment in the middle of the year where suddenly everyone’s talking about going to the cinema and being part of an audience,” he said.

“We’re bouncing back (after) the world went through a slightly weird thing, where we all locked ourselves in our house.

“Cinema, as with theatre, which is another area that is hugely important to myself and to the arts world, they are all about people having a collective experience and sitting in rooms together…

“And it took a minute and I think this is the year where that’s bounced back…

“You look at the the shortlist and there’s some extraordinary stuff on it, extraordinary performances and brilliant pieces of work, so it’s a great year to be hosting this event.

“It feels like a bit of a bumper crop and I feel like I’ve won a prize without being up for it or having to worry about that side of it.”

Daily Record

[simpingforsimjake]

The Guilty Defence - Chapter Four

Yawning, Y/N stood up from her desk and stretches before seeing Jake come into the office in a rush.

"Late again, Sim?"

He chuckled before placing some documents on her desk and sighs.

"Sorry, l was up all night double checking these verdicts for the trial. They seem fine, and the evidence list is also in there.”

“That's good... what about the witnesses? They understood the rules of the court? We don't want them committing perjury." Y/N replied while starting to put the robes on and glances at him.

"Yes,yes. One of them testified for an another case based on their file, so it’s fine don't stress." he said before yawning tiredly.

"Don't tell me you didn't have a wink of sleep last night, you look dead."

"Not even a minute of sleep. Now let’s go, the trial is starting in 30 minutes."

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Live on SBS News: Kim Seongkyu's first trial will be held confidentially at Seoul District Court today at 2:30pm. He will be trialled for the suspection of the hit-and-run murder case of Mr Park Daeseong that occurred on the 6th March 2021 and we will find out the outcome soon. The results of the trial will be broadcasted live on SBS News at 6pm tonight. Again, if you have any suspicious details linked to the crime, please call emergency services on 119.

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"Prosecutor Kim, you may begin to cross-examine the defendant."

"Yes, your honour." Y/N says before standing up and goes over to the witness stand.

"Kim Seongkyu, on the morning of the 6th March between 8:10am and 8:30am, could you explain what you were doing?"

Mr Kim sighs before replying:

"I was on my way to work after dropping my son off at college."

"However, you got into a hit-and-run and caused the murder of Mr Park Daeseong? You do realise that you could be imprisoned for five years if you are to be found guilty?" Y/N interrogated before turning to the screen with the CCTV footage.

"Sir, in the footage, you can see that Mr Kim seemed to be in a rush before hitting Park Daeseong at 8:30am that morning. But he then just sped off without checking for any injuries-"

"It was involuntary! I needed money to pay off my-" Mr Kim exclaimed before getting interrupted.

"No talking unless asked, defendant." the judge said before looking at Y/N. 

"You may continue."

Y/N sighs before glancing over at Jake and then back at Mr Kim. 

"It shows in your medical records that you were guilty of drunk driving two years ago Mr Kim. Was that also unintentional?"

"Objection your honour! She's misleading the defendant." Jake said before staring at Mr Kim and then at Y/N before sitting back down in his seat.

"Prosecutor Kim, please refrain from misleading the case." the judge said.

Y/N nods before turning back to Mr Kim. 

"So, Mr Kim, you are claiming to be innocent, but did anyone coerce you into doing the hit-and-run for money? Does this person have any connections with you?"

"Why would I do it on my own behalf-"

"Only answer with a yes or no, Mr Kim." Y/N retorts at him. 

He grunts before answering,

"Yes, but I needed money! I was told that I would get money to pay off my debt if I did the hit-and-run and he said that he would definitely pay me-"

"'He'? You also mentioned this 'he' person during your interrogation. Could you tell us who it is?" 

Mr Kim just stayed quiet, before sipping on some water and clears his throat.

"No more questions, your honour." she stated before going back to her seat, the tension in the air getting heavier with each passing minute. 

"We will take a short 25-minute break." the judge said before standing up and leaves the courtroom.

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This chapter is split into two, so the second part will be in chapter 5

Thank you for reading.

Cassie.

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

let's say i need a crash course into early modern/late middle age criminal law of wallachia, not in-depth enough to defend a thesis but good enough to write a historical crime novel in a way a salty historian wouldn't completely tear it down.

what pointers would you give me, what should i read up? what should i, in your niche and macabre-esque tastes and opinions, include? what mistakes are obvious to someone who's studied the era, but a layperson would miss?

(it's for, uh, dnd reasons)

oh hey oh hey!

[I want to front-foot with something I end on and that’s don’t write with the opinions of others in mind. This includes, don’t research for your writing with the opinions of others in mind. It’s stressful and there’s no pleasing everyone. I get into it a little bit at the end of this reply, but I wanted to mention it quickly at the start as well.]

Oh man. Man oh man. Giving myself a crash-courses on a new field can be a bit of a ride. My personal approach is the: Bibliography Rabbit Hole. 

If I’m net-new to a topic, I’ll get a decent overview text—wikipedia works fine for this purpose, as do some “laymen’s” history books—which allows me to get my bearings. My sealegs, so to speak. In this case, something on mediaeval and early modern Wallachia—just to familiarise myself with the big players (voivods, other landowners, church leaders etc.) and what the systems are that people were operating in (casts/classes, treaties, ruling families, liege-patronage systems, legal system, religious and cultural systems, education, gender/sexuality/marriage etc.). 

As I’m going through my overview I’ll make note of anything that’s relevant to the specific avenue I’m after. So if the text glosses, perhaps at a high level, the importance of the jurisdictional difference between ecclesiastical and secular courts of law, I’ll see if there’s a reference/bibliographical note to follow up on. 

Historians tend to focus on specific areas of study therefore if John Doe wrote about church law in Targoviste in the 13th century—there’s a high likelihood John Doe has also written about church law in other areas within Transylvania and Wallachia. Indeed, there’s a chance he’s written about the legal system more broadly in that area in the mediaeval period. 

From John Doe I can see who he references, what books he’s contributed chapters to, what conferences he’s attended and like as not I’ll find more references and historians whose work I can look into. 

Some good places to start searching around on are google scholar, academia.edu, jstore, researchgate, SAGE journals, public library and so on. Google books will sometimes let you preview a text to see if it’s worth chasing down. And I know you know this - but discernment is key when picking through sources. Peer reviewed, reputable publications, when was it published etc. etc. 

So that’s my approach to crash-coursing a topic. In terms of what I would want to see/recommend including? I’m afraid I can’t really answer that without knowing more of the story! Who are the characters, what’s the rough plot, what aspect of the law are we seeing? that sort of thing. That would help me have an idea of what I might want to see if I was reading something (or playing dnd? I’ve never had the chance to play, unfortunately, so I’m answering this more as a general writer). 

It’s hard to explain how I can tell if another writer is deeply engaged in a topic with which I’m very familiar, but I definitely can. Some stuff will be little things - like in Confessions of the Fox the modern interpretation of a 17th century municipal bylaw drove me nuts. Other things will be more glaring, though I can’t think of anything off hand. It also depends on what the creator is trying to do—these are film references, but I don’t go into "A Knight’s Tale" expecting accuracy lol. When "Little Hours" played around with including modern things (she’s on drugs!) it was doing so winkingly and in a way I think Boccaccio would have enjoyed and honours his original work.

In my own work, I definitely blend in modern-isms because I’m going for essence and texture of living, breathing people over strict accuracy of how they would have sounded when speaking because as modern readers, it can detract from the overall experience. How Anne Carson approaches translating poetry is how I approach translating the past to the present in fiction. Not everyone is like that though, and if you’re writing a hard-core, serious history novel then yeah, I’d say keep language as close to how they would have sounded in, idk, 1432. 

Also, there’s no pleasing everyone. So I wouldn't, fundamentally, worry about what curmudgeonly historians will think of your work because they’ll never be happy. I would approach it in the sense of “I did what I could, with the resources I had to hand, and the work I have created does what I want it to do. It tells the story how I want it to be told”. If you later want someone to do a history-check on it, that’s always an option. But yeah, I wouldn’t hyper-focus on that. 

In addition, when I research I like to think of it as exploring a new world and I want to make that world feel alive to readers. I want them to know the smells and soundscapes and feel of the air. If I come at it from that perspective, that it’s about painting with words and knowledge, and not the perspective of: oh gods, I hope my old supervisor doesn’t judge me horrifically for factual inaccuracies, then I find the research to be that much more enjoyable and the process of writing/creating that much easier and less stressful. 

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Addendum: Lent by Jo Walton, she references the Savonarola Chair as if it were of his design and it’s not, it’s just a relatively modern term for a popular type of chair at the time (Dante Chair or Luther Chair is also what it’s called). This brings me to a point: always double check the well known “facts” or “common knowledge” of something. That’s a good general rule of thumb for sure.

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Thank you so much for the ask! <3 <3

[ali-annals]

4: cutting me open then healing me fine

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And isn't it just so pretty to think/All along there was some/Invisible string/Tying you to me?

In June, Damian graduated from Gotham University.

Marinette took him out to BatBurger to watch the latest X-men movie to celebrate. Damian critiqued the fight scenes and Marinette judged the fashion. During their ice cream, they finalized their plans to introduce her to the Waynes–the Batfamily would come later.

They strolled back to Marientte’s house and Marinette headed to the kitchen to make some tea, as the wind had cooled off the air on their way back.

In the living room, Damian enlisted the help of the kwami to set up his surprise.

Hearing his soulmate come down the hallway, he jumped up to take the tray and place it on the table. The kwami bobbed around the room, holding candles.

The floor had more lit candles flickering in the breeze, interspersed with roses and wildflowers of various colours.

She gasped and put her hands over her mouth as he knelt in front of her, holding a box in his hand.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, I love you. Even if we weren’t soulmates, I like to think that I would have chosen you to build a life with. Every time I see you or hear you or even just get a text from you, my day becomes a little brighter. Will you do me the immense honour of becoming my wife?”

“Absolutely! Yes! I love you too, Damian, so much.” She flung her arms around his neck and let the happy tear escape.

Damian slid the gold, sapphire, and diamond ring on her left ring finger.

“This was one thing my mother gave me when I last saw her,” he said. “It was her mother’s.”

The couple curled up on the couch, talking quietly together.

The kwami blew out the candles and smiled happily at the scene, glad their Guardian had found her soulmate and was so happy with him.

~~~

Were there clues I didn't see?

On the twenty-second of June, Chloe drove Marinette to 1007 Mountain Drive.

Alfred answered Mari’s knock. “How may I help you, Miss?”

‘May I see Damian Wayne, please?”

“I’m afraid he’s occupied at the moment. Whom shall I say is asking?”

‘He’s expecting me, Mr. Pennyworth. Mademoiselle Dupain-cheng.”

Damian came downstairs. ‘Who’s there, Alfred?”

Titus came bounding to greet Mari, and she bent over him, cooing at him as she rubbed his ears.

“How unusual. Normally, Titius does not greet strangers. It’s a Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, Master Damian. She says you are expecting her.”

“Oh, this early? Yes, I am.” He approached Mari, nodding at Chloe, who was standing behind her. “Hello.”

“Hey, Damian. Um, is everyone in position?”

“I believe so. This family is rather unpredictable. Alfred, is the family in the living room or the den?”

“Living room, Master Damian. Shall I prepare tea?”

“Yes, please. Thank you, Pennyworth.”

Chloe stepped around Mari, who was occupied with loving Titus. “Hey, loverboy. Filming okay?”

“Yes. Send it to me to review first, though, please.”

“Sure.”

The trip arrived at the living room, where Bruce, Tim, Dick and Kor’i, Jason, Babs, Cass, and Steph were gathered quietly.

Babs and Bruce were playing chess while Cass observed, Steph was painting Dick’s nails while Kori gave her a pedicure, Jason was reading, and Tim was on his laptop ‘in the crime-solving zone.’

They all looked up at the unknown visitors but saw Damian with the two girls and relaxed slightly.

“Grayson, Todd, Drake, Brown. I believe I win the bet. This is MDC, better known as Marinette Dupain-Cheng., and her manager-slash-friend, Chloe Bourgeois. Pay up."

Grumbles filled the room as wallets were emptied into Damian’s outstretched hand.

Bruce looked at them tiredly, then up to Mari.

“I apologize for his manners. Did he drag you here, possibly against your will?”

Marinette laughed. “No, I’m friends with him. I came here of my own accord and am quite used to D’s behaviours."

“I loooovee your work!" gushed Steph. "Is it true you know Fairy and Jagged Stone? Your fits on them are sensational!” 

“Yes, I’m their main designer and stylist. I do some work for Clara Nightingale and other celebrities as well.”

Tim raised his head and stared hard at them. “You’re the girl crying in Louie’s!”

Marinette stared at Chloe, who said, "Dive bar, October 5, two years ago.”

“Ohhh. Yes, I am. You’re antidote-brother Drake.”

The family stared at Tim and Marinette in confusion.

Chloe explained.

“October fifth, a year and a half ago, Marinette ran into Damian, who thought he was drugged. He told us to find ‘Drake', who would have the antidote to said drug.”

“He wasn’t drugged, but he slapped himself anyways. I love that part,” chuckled Jason, standing up to meet them properly.

“So he really didn’t insult you and you didn’t slap him?” Dick asked curiously.

“No, I watched him do it himself," Mari said. “You’re Dick, married to model Kory Anders?”

"Yep!”

Marinette greeted each family member correctly, even before they introduced themselves.

“Aww, you talk about us to your friends, Baby Bird?”

Damian ignored Dick’s cooings but Marinette grinned, seeing the opportunity for chaos.

“Oh, he often tells me about you. You guys running into each other is the highlight of my week!” she grinned.

The Waynes exchanged glances. They only ran into each other on patrol, mid-air.

“Will you stay for lunch, Mlles. Dupain-Cheng and Bourgeois?” asked Alfred, coming in with the tea.

“If it’s not an imposition…”

“Not at all; maybe the presence of such polite young ladies as yourselves will inspire them to act civilized for once,” sniffed Alfred.

The girls smirked.

~~~~~

At lunch, Marinette was seated beside Damian and Bruce. Chloe was between Bruce and Jason. Beyond Jason were Dick, Lory, and Babas, and to Damian’s right were Cass, Steph, and Tim.

“So, Marinette, you met Demon Spawn in October?” Jason flicked his fork back and forth. “He doesn’t normally open up so fast– whoops.”

The fork ‘slipped” and sailed towards the guest.

Not batting an eyelash, she caught it just before it hit her neck and sweetly handed it back, replying. “Yes, we just felt a connection. Some similar experiences, we just felt… drawn to each other, and now I think he’s one of my best friends, barring Chloe and my-pet, Tikki.”

"Huh, that’s a nice ring.” Bruce complimented, noticing the flash of colour on her hand.

She smiled at him. “Thank you. It’s my fiance’s mother’s ring, so it’s very special to me.”

“Oh, you’re engaged? Congratulations!”

“Thank you. He’s very sweet. All my friends and family approve of him as well, so I’m glad I don’t have to worry about that. I haven’t officially met his, yet.”

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll love you. You seem like a wonderful young lady.”

“I’m glad you think so, Mr. Pennyworth. This meal is quite delicious, by the way."

“Why, thank you, Miss Marinette.”

“I hope you’ll meet your fiance’s family soon before you’re married.”

“I’m actually meeting them right now.”

A couple of seconds later the table exploded while Chloe laughed behind her phone and Marinette casually ate her soup.

“Who are you engaged to?!”

Marientte blinked at Tim. “Damian, of course.”

“Did he kidnap you, threaten your pare-” Jason was cut off by a sharp look from Chloe.

“No, he asked and I said yes. You’re all invited to the wedding; it’s the tenth of October.”

~~~~~

“You’re engaged after knowing each other for eight months?”

“Yes, we’ve seen each other almost every day and know… enough about each other. I don’t think there are any big secrets we haven’t told each other.”

The family eyed them from behind their glasses. Does she know he’s Robin?

“No offence, but we’d like to do a background check on you,” said Tim.

“Some taken,” she replied. “You think Damian wasn’t thorough enough? But since I’m aware that’s how you show you care, go ahead.”

“...So, you design and make clothing?”

“In basic terms, yes. I have a storefront in Gotham called Lucky Charms. My home address is 195 Andes Plaza. You’ll find most of my information is from Paris, so I do hope you speak French.”

“Of course, we all do. Bruce made us learn for…business. WE has a branch in Paris,” covered up Tim.

“Oh, it is a family venture, that’s nice. My parents had a bakery, and I often helped out.”

“Had?”

“It burned down the night I met you. I’d just been informed there were no survivors,” said Marinette coldly.

The conversation died down a little.

~~~~~

After Damian took Marinette and Chloe home, the family retreated to the Batcave to research Marinette, aka MDC.

Glowing reviews from Jagged Stone, Audrey Bourgeois, Clara Nightingale, Adrien Agreste, huh…Fairy wasn’t nearly as enthusiastic about MDC’s work, though that’s all she wears.

After a bit more searching, Babs found Mari’s birth certificate and her parents’ death certificates, confirming she was who she said.

Then Tim hacked into Mari’s school records. “Great grades till our equivalent of Grade 8, then they slip for a quarter, then back up, but not nearly as high as before. Something happened then– can you guys find anything?”

“No, nothing in the media…nothing comes up in personal, either…She starts going for therapy at a Master Fu’s…for two years. She was fifteen when he died.”

“Therapy for what? Physical? Mental?”

“I don’t know.”

“Her school records are great. She’s the class president….who basically does the teacher’s job for her! The class loves her…there are two transfers…reports of bullying increase…why are they ignored?!” exclaimed Babs, hacking deeper into the college’s records. “She’s expelled, but it’s retracted. She skips a grade and graduates early…”

“I see we have some things to look into. Anything else? More recent?”

“The class suddenly stop being her friends. Two remain by her side…Chloe and Adrien Agreste. Two friends outside of school…her social life dies after that grade drop in Grade 8.”

“Something’s off about her…her address is two blocks away from us. How does she have enough money to buy it in cash? Check Damian’s records; does his bank account look like he’s acting out of character? Increase in spending since October?” Bruce looked up from his studying of Mari’s records and addressed his children.

“She also bought Lucky Charms in cash, and a motorcycle.”

“Nothing new in Damian’s bank accounts, although he did buy a suit from MDC worth a chunk, it’s not enough to financially support anyone for a long time, especially not at Marinette’s current spending level."

“Marinette routinely purchases large amounts of fruits and vegetables, sugar cubes, and Camembert. It’s a lot and way too frequent for two girls living alone, even if they were both vegetarian.”

Damian entered the Batcave. “Is there anything you would like to ask me about Marinette?”

“What’s up with her eating habits?”

Damian looked confused, then appeared to realize something. “Don’t judge people’s eating habits; that is quite rude.”

“Why does Marinette as Marinette have no friends or social media?”

“Tt. Not everyone is an internet addict these days. Some people value their privacy, especially when they’ve been relentlessly bullied since middle school because classmates lied about them.”

“Why did she need therapy in Grade 8? What happened?”

“A transfer student arrived, was jealous of her and spread lies, causing her to be bullied by her so-called ‘friends’. There was a supervillain terrorizing Paris from then till June two years ago, when Paris’s heroes defeated him. I was told the mayor refused to let them contact the League, and it was decided to be for the best. Marinette was once a temporary hero called Multimouse, and Bourgeois used to be Queen Bee. Now that the situation is over, you should be able to access articles from Paris about Hawkmoth and the Miraculous Team.”

The Batfamily frantically turned their detective skills to this shocking development, and Robin and Spoiler headed out on patrol.

[harumirart]

My Friend's Assumptions about Battle Tendency! (She's only seen a few episodes)

Spoilers!

Joseph: survives, he wins and becomes a hamon master. Gets good at hamon. Absorbs all the hamon power in the universe which is why it isn't used in part 3.

Speedwagon: okay in the end, chills with Erina for the whole time acts like the guy on the computer (guy behind the scenes who hacks into places whilst communicating to the protagonists through radio) giving joseph motivation throughout part 2.

Erina: also fine. Dies of old age off screen like speedwagon.

Smokey: he lives he's cute. Completely unnecessary for the plot so he'll disappear. Scratch that he MIGHT DIE cause my friend hasn't seen him in any fanart.

Von stroheim: gets killed by Lisa Lisa or ceaser. Someone other then Joseph. Explodes for his war crimes.

Ceaser: He dies he gets squashed, SHE KNOWS, SHES SEEN FANART. and Joseph is like NOOOOOOO! His relationship with Joseph is like a rated pg 13 of Griffith and Guts (from Berzerk) cause one is blonde and gets all the girls BUT CEASAR WOULD NEVER RAPE ANYONE OMG GRIFFITH SUCKS. and Joseph is good, and they have a rivalry. Anyway, ceaser dies heroically. They are fighting kars and and he pushes Joseph out of the way of the big rock, and he gets squashed. He's also ITALIAN. his grandpa was Mr led zeppelin and he wants to be as good at hamon as Zeppeli. He learned that Baron Zeppeli died for jonathon, so now he's angry at Joseph. ALTERNATIVELY, he comes to serve  the joestars and thinks it's a real honour and is expecting a jonathon type but then meets Joseph and is SEVERELY DISAPPOINTED. that's why he always looks pissed cause, he wanted an honorable himbo but got whatever Joseph is.

Lisa Lisa: Joseph's deadbeat mom. Spent Joseph's whole childhood getting good at hamon. Returned and is like holy shit how long was I training oh shit my son is old. And approaches him to train him.

Alternately she's the best hamon teacher ever. Joseph is like "A GIRL IS THE BEST HAMON TEACHER?" And then learn to be less sexist.  ceaser is like yo that's my harmon teacher wtf stay away Joseph but she's like "omg it's my long lost son uhhhhhh I'll teach you"

Hamon users are attracted to eachother like stands lol.after their training she says to Joseph " I have something I've been hiding from you"

Joseph replies "That your in love with me."

She says " No I'm your mom."

He says "HOLY SHIIIT."

Ceaser is like "THATS WHY YOU FOVOURED HIM " (in italian) she fucks off after they complete their training but comes back at the end to help fight in a final battle.

She survives.

Santana: dies, gets defeated. He's sleepy and he put himself in that rock (she's talking about the pillar he was found in) and that's why he's attacking everyone cause he's pissed they destroyed his rock. He's so one who kills ceaser with the rocks. He hits people with rocks. That's his power.

Wham: he was one of the old astec people that's in the Round About ending. He actually made the masks. And Joseph is like, "WHY?" And he's like, "I was bored it's either I make sun dials or I make masks. But then I decided I could turn people into vampires. " / JK CARS COMES TO HIM like Jesus and is like "MAKE MASKS" and wham is like "yo anything you say dude." Strictly work relationship with the rest of the pillar men.

Acdc: he's the sadistic one. He made his outfit and he makes SAW traps. He's like Ciocolatta and gets off on fear. Maybe he's the one who kills ceaser cause he made a rock trap to kill Joseph but ceaser saved him and dies instead. He was old school friends with CARS that's why he's hanging out with the pillar men.

Cars: OLD AF. older than humans. He wants to be a God and kill everyone. He's an evil vampire. He's the leader just cause he's the oldest. He ripped them apart with his bare hands. HE'S A BEAST. he's like if a gorilla knew how to lay a trap and maybe use a phone. His plan is to pretend to be an old woman or a dog but be like "SURPRISE. IT'S ME CARS" and beats them to death. He can disguise his voice and lure people in and kill him. Is pushed out into the sun and dies.

[milo-my-beloved]

things we don't say

A continuation of the some other life 'verse.

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Chapter Seven: The Night We Met

"How was your weekend?" Nikolai asks as soon as Inej steps through the door of The Little Palace on Monday morning.

"Oh, you know." She shrugs, tying her apron around her waist. "I planned and successfully pulled off a heist, performed with my ex-boyfriend to a room full of the richest people in Kerch, was maid of honour at a wedding, and threw an upstanding mercher out of my friend's house."

Nikolai stares at her for a few seconds. "Not much, then. Zoya, honey, come and listen to the list of crimes your best barista has committed over the weekend, so I don't gaslight myself into believing his conversation never happened."

Zoya raises an eyebrow. "Please, describe how your life is more interesting than mine."

Inej curses the fact it's Nina's day off, but tells them anyway. She tries to focus on Wylan and Jesper — their wedding was the reason behind the heist, anyway — but she can't miss Zoya's incredulous expression and Nikolai's smirk every time she mentions Kaz.

"You still never told us why you broke up," says Zoya, turning on the coffee machine.

Inej sighs, leaning against the counter. There are never any customers this early in the morning. "It's not for me to say."

"Mysterious," Nikolai says. "Or are you holding out on us because you think there's a chance at rekindling the romance, perhaps?"

She smiles. She's waited for Kaz to call for two months, and a part of her would love for them to go back to what they were. But if he doesn't want to open up to her, she won't hold her breath.

"I certainly hope so," that familiar rock-salt rasp says from behind her.

Inej spins around, glad that her bronze skin disguises her blush. How long has Kaz been standing behind her? Nikolai and Zoya must have seen him walk up to the counter and not warned her, the traitors.

Zoya hands him a black coffee. "Two sugars. Take your break, Inej."

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"I feel like I'm being ganged up on," she mutters, but she follows Kaz over to a table hidden in the corner of the cafe.

He takes a sip of his drink instead of jumping straight into whatever he wants to say. It must be hot enough to burn his tongue, but he doesn't flinch.

"Is this about Jesper and Wylan?" she asks. If she doesn't prod him for answers, her break will be over by the time he explains why he's sought her out.

"No, they're fine. From what Matthias said, they're... enthusiastically celebrating their new marriage."

Inej laughs. "Poor Matthias. I bet he's regretting his choice of roommate already."

"I actually..." He trails off, staring into his coffee like it might hold the answers to life. "I wanted to tell you what my nightmare was about."

Inej sits up straighter. "You don't have to. You don't owe me the truth if you don't want to tell it."

His eyes meet hers, and she realises they're the same colour as the coffee. "I know. But I want to be that better man you spoke of, if you'll let me."

She smiles, tilting her head to one side. "I'd like that."

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever memory he is about to dredge up. "There was an accident, when I was a child." He looks like he's fighting every word that leaves his mouth. "My — my brother took me on a cruise. We weren't going far, just from Lij to Ketterdam. But on the way, he got seasick."

Inej's heart sinks.

"He had to stand at the back of the boat so he could vomit into the water. I laughed at him for being so green. And when we were nearly there, when Fifth Harbour was just in sight... he fell in."

She reaches a hand across the table, waiting for Kaz's silent permission before squeezing his gloved fingers.

"I'm not sure what happened. I think he hit his head on the way down. But I leapt in after him, and the boat never noticed two missing boys. I nearly didn't make it to the harbour, but when I got to Ketterdam, Jordie was dead."

"Kaz..." Inej trails off, not sure what words could ease such a loss. "I'm so sorry that you both went through that."

He shakes his head, taking a shaky breath through his mouth. "I've never told anyone before."

She squeezes his hand tighter. "Thank you for trusting me," she says, and she really means it. "How does it feel?"

"Painful. Raw." He places his other hand on top of hers, brushing his thumb over her hand absentmindedly. "But... good."

"Good," Inej echoes.

He lets go to take another sip of his coffee, looking down at it again. "I might need something stronger than this to drink, though."

She grins. "Nikolai owes me an afternoon off. How about we go and get spectacularly drunk?"

He smiles, and it feels like the beginning of a new chapter. "That's the best idea I've heard all week."

*****

The first stop on their quest to get as drunk as possible is the tiny (overpriced) shop on campus, and then back to Inej's flat to drink the cider they bought.

She doesn't bother getting changed, and makes sure she doesn't bring anything important with her that isn't a necessity. Inej isn't much of a drinker, but she's had to pick Jesper up from enough parties to know that drunk people are incapable of keeping track of their belongings.

Once they've finished their drinks and Kaz has beaten her at three rounds of Uno, they walk into the center of Ketterdam with another bottle of cider each. It's only fifteen minutes away, which is a blessing because the buses in this city never show up when they're supposed to.

The weather is pleasant for this time of year, and the fruity taste of the cider reminds Inej of her mother's autumn apple pies.

They have dinner in a pub in town — a burger for Kaz, and a waffle for Inej — and then they make their way to the same shady club that they went to on the night they met.

Inej buys them both two rounds of drinks so she doesn't have to keep getting up to walk to the bar and then sits next to Kaz in the same booth where he broke a creep's hand with his cane the last time they were here. They sip their drinks in peace — gin and tonic for Inej and a vodka lemonade for Kaz — giggling about the quality of dancing and the choice of music. They only leave when a bouncer recognises them and threatens to throw them out.

When the night air hits her, Inej feels like she could fly. She throws her arms out and runs down the hill of a cobbled street in a decidedly wonky line, laughing to herself and grinning up at Kaz.

"Where to now?" she asks once he's caught up.

His eyes light up with the wicked sparkle she's missed so much. "How about we find ourselves a house party?"

There's no shortage of parties in Ketterdam, especially not in the Barrel. Inej has never had much of a reason to stray this far from the university, but Kaz assures her he knows where he's going, so she's happy to follow him to their next destination.

It ends up being one of the narrow houses perched on the canal. For a Monday night, the house is packed, and as soon as Inej walks through the front door, she knows she isn't going to make it to her 9am lecture tomorrow.

They drink unnaturally flavoured punch from a bowl, and then Kaz pours himself a whiskey and Inej grabs a can of gin and tonic and they make their way into the garden.

"I'm sorry," Inej says as soon as they sit down on the unmowed grass. They aren't the only people outside, but she doubts the two women arguing at the bottom of the garden care about their conversation.

"About what?" asks Kaz. He stretches out his bad leg, laying his cane next to him. She can just see the crow's beak peeking through the long grass, and it makes her smile.

"Leaving."

She's replayed that night over and over a million times in her head, wondering what would have happened if she had stayed. The guilt kept her up at night, and now she knows the truth, she only feels worse about pressuring Kaz to tell her about his past.

"Don't apologise for that." Kaz takes a sip of his drink. "You were right to go."

She leans back on her hands, looking up at him.

"It was the push I needed," he admits. "You were right. I needed to tell someone. And losing you is the only thing worse than facing my demons."

"Still," she says.

"If you're insisting on apologising for that, then I'd like to say sorry for telling you to leave in the middle of the night."

She smiles up at the moon. "If you insist."

It's a clear night, and the wind is blowing the cool water from the canal at the bottom of the garden up to them. She shivers and edges closer to Kaz. Without saying a word, he shrugs off his blazer and wraps it tight around her shoulders.

"I missed you," she admits, burying her nose in the collar of his jacket and laying her head on his shoulder.

"I missed you too."

The two women's argument steadily increases in volume. They're both slurring their words, and are only a few steps away from the water, so Inej really hopes they can both swim.

She turns her gaze back up to the stars. She can't tell whether the alcohol is making her confident, or if the words are just long overdue, but she says them anyway.

"Kaz?"

"Mmm?"

"I think I love you."

He doesn't speak for a minute, but she doesn't risk turning to see his reaction in case she breaks the spell.

Eventually, he says, "You think?"

"I know," she quietly corrects.

"Well, in that case," he says, turning to look down at her so their faces are only a few inches away. "I know I love you too."

She closes the distance between them, Kaz's blazer slipping off one of her shoulders as she lifts her arm to wrap it around his neck.

They're rudely interrupted by a loud splash, and they break away to find one of the women flailing about in the canal.

Both of them burst out laughing at the same time, and it takes a while for them to calm down, especially when the woman squelches past them with a glare.

"What time is it?" Inej asks, when she's able to talk again.

"Time to go home," Kaz suggests. "I'll call a cab."

"Wait," she interrupts, a ridiculous revenge plot forming in her mind. "Let's call Jesper instead."

Maybe his last call was the one that got her and Kaz together, but she's still salty about being woken up at 2am.

"I'll call Jesper," Kaz says. She can only describe the grin on his face as evil, and it makes her desperate to kiss him again. "And you can call Wylan."

Laughing, they take turn making the calls. When both Jesper and Wylan have promised that they're on their way, they lie back on the grass, still giggling as they wait for their ride.

*****

Inej wakes up the next morning with her stomach rolling and stars exploding behind her eyes. She sits up slowly, Kaz's limp hand sliding off her and onto the mattress.

She rubs her eyes, trying to remember what happened last night. They went out, but how did they get home? She doesn't remember much after leaving the club, if she's honest.

Luckily, there's an orange square taped to Kaz's forehead. She leans closer to read it, not wanting to wake him up by accidentally shaving his eyebrows off.

Congratulations for sorting out your shit, Jesper's handwriting reads.

Inej smiles. There's still a million things left for both of them to say, but this time, she won't be letting Kaz go so easily.

She kisses him on the forehead, and then slips out of bed silently. Before they can face their future, she needs two things: breakfast, and a glass of water.

[libidomechanica]

“Before dull dreams have latter, entreat that Johnny well,”

A ballad sequence

               I

And Susan said cried Betty, go!     And high product and influence of the wind. Before a     tower of crimes is quite refreshing, ’ in the glowing honour     and come with a silver throat in vain. Of happiness     who has not been so ill,

alas! The lining purple state;     since him dwelt there with the chrism of love. And now, perhaps may     find its orbit in our close meetings; nor are we betray’d     to rivals or with emulous hands and walking in a     vale, played with dew, as one

the window be, it is to the     window looking nowhere. He, ready with them, the rudest     peasant melt that in Virtue be your old acquaintance bringeth;     stella hath reft, quoth he, And you, w’are met, and Phœbus fired     my vocal rage, he

came wondering to bring a doctor     from those haughty shopkeepers, who beheld him drop his     point, and back retir’d: My Madeline! From the floor of the     fiddlehead fern in forests just washed my deadened me     thro’ his gardens. I go

from loving you, from which open     shone: upon his bold and moving Mountains, our compressed splendid     angel, face, and smile as the air, smell Murphy’s Oil Soap,     dog kibble. Threw them all, and strike, for she was chill as they     sang, or in the change themselves

and beard the lesson true, drugs     poison the assault scarce even the census taker knows     that Rumpelstiltskin is my name. Shatter his children, come     down! And the devil’s den; but Johnson, who really alone,     is sick, and smile to see

him through. Ho, and a fresh bend of     louely to see,—with all she hears what you have, to rectify     your palate urge, as, to prevent our maladies unseen,     but not resign’d. Me out, your sorrow, if we can get     her, full of glee, that playen

while the thick mist allow. We are     two resplendent suns, we it is who balance ourselves betake;     so Juan, follow not how to right. Husband; so I did     not feel—till the chamber, and coughs will come: of partridge. And     therefore on him he seized.

And fly with faire Daphnes crown, he     apprehends no killing nothing said, but thereby committ’st     a sin far worse than we. But let me laugh awhile, entoil’d     in clouds, and gushing brooks, on whose fresh dews of night; that so     well. From pain. The level

matting. And have still in the     liberty that were no crime. Behind the timbrels? In men, we     will sup free, but mounted up, intending to have kissed him.     Before dull dreams have latter, entreat that Johnny well, yet     for all the gayne, paying

but a barren bride. Had thrill’d my     guileless Genevieve; the music and the tick of his great     master, Aretine, and gently stretch’d out amongst mortals     anywhere; he cursed day and his post: some twenty score, with     which here must be paid: though

now my wedding garments earliest     birds; nor rising in dumb orat’ries, She danc’d along     with the York mail;—but onward as a snail, learning like an     injured. On a blushing stood the ghastly wilderness, for     one would lie fallow; no

more it doth, its ploughs but change, all     please let me sinfull thoughts had never fall; and thence they are—     and such another way he went to bury their foes hurling     defiance: city, sore beset by Christian     They told her love with me.

               II

A stratagem, that makes me hope,     although ’t will come at last, as she hurried back with a     bitter, deathly ache; till

old age shall drowse beside thy     willingly requited. Your mind, the Tory member’s elder     son, and there let fall a

primrose that number of carnage,—     and I think, nor double rent. But soon they fell as tails. And     now, like a spectre of

what is worse still, glistening, this stuff     that my Grandsire me sayd, I say, all my blisse in the stars     who, where upstairs his fate,

loves not his wronger; but, O, what     god would have caught my poor soul, as in a sad quandary; and     that have deeper was she

spake; her speech, faine would have been. And     I am with your own hearts the nice admirer take, fine     by defect, and dead: the

moon should be thought, and the worst     desertion: renegadoes, even shuffling Southey cannot     hold the cruel Nazarenes,

who sternly dealt by the     dint of feature. Until Max’s hind legs stop twitching and grief     he flies, and now she’s at

the second time what her amazed,     for such a structure had been raised: and beneath the sun and     Moon; and I will drive all

the way physicians mend or end     us, secundum artem: but although ’t will had seen;     for in the midnight charm

but fill your green field is holy     ground, yet men will longer— I think he was now growing:     astrophell, there at my feet,

high over the swallows up all     else, a long time. They fell as tails. And the flatter’d now: his     stubborn valour never

dreamed. There had come young Chevalier.     Then shall this head vpheld, and Madeline’s chambers, ready     to smite once, and pass our

loves the leaden strings, a God fingers     of the close fire, while their bells and fields, and the unnamed     boy stares at the common

fellows, who might have larks. He, my     deare borrowe, if I may rest, I nill liue in sorrowe. Her     life one warfare upon

the Grey Monk’s side, his hands he wrote     his first open’d in the month of May, when on the stands the     nightly muster and dull

earthly fumes. Sometime declining     souls than dreary Mars carousing nectar from his spread o’er     all the Kirke pillours eare

day light, she blushing roses as     she strived the more she shouts a greeting; oh me! For after     years he woo’d too fondly

dream had ye bin there’s none     to affright, he told me, too, he maketh a gloriously—     when her brain? I saw

a little, been flickering and     evermore he gazed till with Ignorance of that my hope     will hanker; as the sea.

               III

Ye know on earth, all that he were     born, the tattoo pulsing at her home and gone, how can Love’s     alarum pattering

tongue. And your beastlyhead. See how     thy beauteous region both displaie, how would have been born or someone     sits long inside his

wings, her voice is past that to the     Gazette are purchased, but unto her heart flies to permit,     they cannot be mended:

so conteck soone by concord han     light of dim espial. Great end of Ismail, as if they cannot     find the sleeping and

friends retiring. A wounded in     the Cyprian strait ride safe at anchor and unlade her     to the devil. So through

steps alone, is sick, and smooth speech     from burning Porphyro took covert, pleas’d amain. I plotted     to be there, erneis,

Radulphus—eight-and-forty manors     if that may not be at peace has been born is gone. With     fine tropes, with sighs, tears,

fits, flirtations, airs; ’gainst such scenes—     though the broken heart, do anything, the green-spreading a     Gazette—which don’t look well

abroad; inform’d him that hadst thou     wreck his bare arms threw, and layen her face a slender fingertaps     and sighs behind the

trodden weed; from either sex nor     age in one annihilated city, where lay stone-still,     and in baskets bright. And

pinned with the fires of Hell brake out     of common shore, there’s neither spied the princess with a     ghastly wilderness, for

one or others, who landed lower     down, the bare bulb softens above his head, the king bit     the hem of her advice.

               IV

And to Leander going out.     Who kick against a giant; at last, to strange: unlifted     was the floor of the fair

he sees all bath’d in tears—Oh,     odious tear. But flank’d by five brave boys no less; and all his     state was too cold, their slumber

when gloves are form’d with odds, are     touch’d with a feeble soul? Cometh not, she said: glory to     display’d, although all

deserving well his medicine a     health and woe, the floddes where Lycid lies. For it was not     look behind, or all the

way water tastes rust in thine, all     phantasies. And dive into the Herald of the fiddlehead     fern in forest of

it, they said, I am very     dreary, he cometh not, she said, My life is dreary, he     cometh not, she said; she

said; she said; she said, that o’er the     down, alone amid a prospect wide; the town she posts of     beauty had as could not

be much conversing I forget     to say to you and concern: his second not to be a     rug—turned aside, as conscious

of my harmful deeds, that stood     to watch them that your true delight to visit us my     turret stands this mortal taint.

               V

May ill be cured short of doomsday     scroll, such as closely fused as fuel, heat, and truth. She watch. I     will drink potions of eisel

gainst time. It is gone along     the tree of Tantalus, she fled, and, for all the produce,     you’lldeem, no doubt why, if

we live, our ponderous squire will     I die; here will glance at Maud in all the conflict o’er, vibrate     to thee my fancy

took its wings over you, lifting     you, from which open shone, or careless sort the stormy     Hebrides, where all cut the

flowers as these. Even so for     men’s impression through. My bosom underneath the shore, there     shall soon be here before

the young khan, who was real, or ideal,—     for both are much things that a life was but a child, or     an elegy to claim

this legacy, and wish you could     bear was Juan; whom she loves, her idiot boy must ride, were     glad in her own, my hope!

But dares not look behind, or all     the Saints doth bind, that censures falsely what he said: when     God commanding love’s day.

               VI

And for his life he cannot guess.     In taking leave, about to go out. Your pony’s tail, and     studies artful to no

end, young without the charms the purest     gold; a belt of straw and told him, too, to smother outward     show of. Nor leave me

here to fade and pithy, such as     for the shade. The absence, what accounted nice. Of Dido’s     alphabet; and the bourn

of sunset; O, a shout more joys     than nymphs and shake hands. The crowds upon a star, and made a     vow to shield herself was.

In countries of goodness, would needs     discovery, Friar Bacon! Triton sound are flowing sail     went bounding way, whose somewhat

for ten long years, he never     shows she rules; charms by accepting, by submitting sways, yet     hate repose, and sounding

seas wash far away, ’twould boldly     trip and print those after new love began. That with my father     drain the reformadoes,

’ whom he forsook, to hunt his     deathbell rung; and over the thoughts so sweetly quickens when     tis by that all the great

city. Which form that birds have vanished     one by one, yet knows its boughs breathed a thousand dripping     limbs I faintly stretches

between the huge Colossus’ legs,     and acts just as Koutousow might have been, what do, and what’s     still at Susan’s growing

worse and worse, and soon to you, the     cocks did crow to-whoo, and therefore, Leander viewed, his colours     steal into the door.

��              VII

Is that loves, the age to come woe,     I care not worlds a wealth wherewith Leander sitting     here by fate or circumstance,

sir, creates the entertainment     perfections cast: a little Lilia, rising billows     pay them to answer

make, both sadly blacke, both blackly     darkned be; night bard from the snowy bank the footmarks small;     and then run out and speak

the thing receive his pension shakes     the spur that they should he regarded not a tobacco-     stopper about; a

circumspection life’s sad post-horses     o’er the wheel where I lie down with delays, as women use     but half tame; if that be

sinne which don’t look well abroad. Know     it, to your footsteps bending doth testify the General     Meknop’s men snatch when he

had some qualities which he knowes     not, grow in only folly rich! Other groves and Fays,     thy voice was at length burst

in the darkening land—what is for     my life from books entered our lives like far-blown rain, will     finally find you thus Good

Betty Foy has up upon the     Great from beneath these same that he kils his owne children, come     down, call no more, the poor.

               VIII

Beauty all their eyes were no crime.     And all the due prevarication with which I then     disappear’d under there

displeasure smiled, she went to gather     the world another Grain shall be out of those who dislike     to a lighted there for

me. God knows as well as Mother,     who but claims he is for my life from books entered the sun     peels from yours. Rings o’er the

waves; where, crowned as king: and his lass,     yet dare I not any challenge me then the steals to the     Reputed Father growing—

whether thought into thy great     joy of your flesh, and cry’d in Heaven makes a strong concussion     through one, pervaded

him—although but slight movement one     and all ye need to fetchen home May with your most, when prayer     that God poor Susan

groans, which hides your living walls of     Ismail, as if t were by my name and if that death into     a spirit to be

King, from whose harness wrings contempt     the nobler train of valiant Tartar. Broad golden vial     will keep the still tired,

let Betty is not! Keep merely     to tame fools admire. To give him power by the powers     of the Nazarenes,

who sternly dealt their clay for thee,     Achilles, sounds less harmonious, underneath this rashness     suddenly dismayed.

               IX

A great broad-shoulders the fingers     and release a gazers sight. Who plead for love is mute, and     what no tide shall see it

ruinous and digits, a voice     threaded dances, revels, ready with those dainties, every     sound was never heard of

yet, him whom she loves the heart high-     sorrowful and clos’d the moon. Of other tree, which the     imprison’d in blood of wretched

Hens about him wound, and over     the sensation if that before. Pleasures after chanced,     they dispute: the sequel

of the rest; which shrink and speak     the third, our last, of parcells make one good action in the     very sight of him be

shown. And this is the breathe? But when     she hears, and gave a twist on thy forehead’s like the shepheards     in sundry shapes committing

sways, yet hate repose, and partly     love, thy love in woman’s breast.—Thus answered she and, as     she went upon her brow.

A grand polish’d days, robert Burns:     there he was at sweet smell as she passes turn and bid the     Spring adieu; and, happy

me! Solution sweet: meantime     neglect has worn away half the wretch! So mus’d awhile, I’ve     mickle time to spare, whaever

has met wi’ my Phillis, has     met wi’ my Phillis can vie: her breath for lovers, downward     creeps, so that I saw in

your old age in the afternoon     light. Some gan to chide: He feels no rapture on him who leads.     From that remembered lads

that were not of thee, divine Musaeus     sung, dwelt at Abydos; since great a scorn, and quiet,     to the lane, or bringing

from among the finest wool, which     augur’d of the Tory member’s elder son, and there his     hands repelling, gaue repulse

all grace expelling. Fair to     no purpose, artful to no end, young without a friend, vpon     whose fangs Eve taught; with which

I still enrich thy glass will show     their hinges creak’d; the blue fly sung their souls. Ne’er kings, and then     may love a root of bane:

while the whole bright hair, and the rank     mist they played the night, and Betty’s heart! To the vast uplandish     country dwelt. My Nanie’s

charming is at hand when they     give no more! I love, and nearly glistening belates, haunted     by the walls of jet.

               X

One part Doppelganger trying to     save your chest, I want to tell to where he is for my thirst,     mysterious succession

of that fair the handmaid we     must give them! In all the rest; an age at least have uncommended     died. Anything,

twelve-fingered, out of prison! He     continue: though hoary now, and marriage-makers, and always     kiss. As a Jehovah’s

Witness. Vibrate to the     memory; thou by the rocks, we are what locust blossom’d bean,     when tis by that all the

due prevarication with which     would grieve to see the gout. ’ Her can compare thee their loves and     beautiful and briars and

said among the freshest cheek, don     Juan with all the greater heat, but lesser suction, a green-     grown pond she just has pass’d,

and now she’s happy there. Hangs o’er     the sand at the earthly fumes. Had told him, too, to smother     the habit, hat, and fears

that old Lord Maurice, not sullen,     were there rose a shout rose at ev’ning Masque: so morning dew,     and silver: sumptuous

they found their gloriously—when     he felt like other boon for which most doth take, and heart is     true: so like was never

yet than there;—don Juan grew, I fear,     a little girl? That moved me and never fall; and last time.     We have wronged Diana’s shrine.

               XI

That Jove, usurper of his woe.     Some said t was scarcely the storm piles up. With martial faces     on the strong at the

dead. Tell me, and long preserved, a     purse, a heartfelt prayer was her dressing-room, when my weak     voice shall see it like at

first pretend to guess my name. Die     a jest. With Cupid’s myrtle was his neck in touching thing     to call his life—for but

they have, where they will; disdains to     have a nation yet, the rulers and love. His present that     he has voued thy last

confusion. Yield to fire I must have     lived with all his Will discharged. Margaret! He told them in their     sheepe runne at randon alone.

Or sleep in lately married     the Cock, in Heaven the summer beams do I live o’er again,     or dull repentance

hath had threatened death is drunk to     Antony. An Isle that dwell in my deliciously, that     the middle of them pitied

be, the kettle-drum, and godwit,     if we can get her, full of sport, and down as in a     sad quandary. As if he

had? Pan himself’s so dirty; the     endless Hosts of Camels trooping heady riots, incest,     rapes. Let me tell but half

the ear-trumpet of my hart, I     do any wish impart, where your wheels wind. And fresh myrtles     brown, with hundreds dead, though

I be stone; until my tears rather     take my rest porphyro grew faint: she knelt for heaven,     they blush’d with forward. Time

a hundred to adore each breast;     but that this caitife heart to know that time is gone, the woman     is at heart of stone,

and keeps our Britain, whose children     come child do deeds of Night and beat: blinded alike from such     a little more of what

is it now, but make no stay for     feare he should give through the Prussians say so too;—and hopes, and     in love who can paint or

write, to draw them twixt two bastion,     which you are, that now that, but have Helen in their advance,     hermes had taken to

kissing his wife moves not the church,     and o’er has told the boy does not drink. Ranks of men, much like     sweet smell as she wept, thinking

to bed I trace my finger-     length grew lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; A poor, weak,     palsy-stricken, churchyard

things, so save the ear, and love. Is     but a masquer, and shipping, dirty and dusky, but all     may yield to the middle,

worn out in public tis you hide;     the town where all deflower’d by different grenadiers. Right     early in that were nothing

I was was sheer air and there.     Come wait on hir whom winged her so well, and shovel dirt on     her like a criminal.

               XII

Set me where she less may shrink and     speak the things could not nap or lie in sleep without, roses     within. Dispute: the sequel

of the tale had touched her hands,     his hand. And still it falls in vast and go, mount and go, and     beautiful woman once

who sang with eloquence her royal     splendour which even the Christ toil up and doze; and one     hand lightheaded Bacchus

hung, and, wanting no excuse will     sing, I trust, forget who I am. Who taught a glimpsed here     and their career, like chastest

that rich fooles there. Why art     thou not in our face, and maybe neither horse nor man abroad,     and Betty’s still

unsatisfied—then from the crevice     peer’d about. His heart. As inward light, serene in virgin     shame; and wherefore. Fatal

to bishops as to soldiers,     who beheld him drop his point, stopp’d all scandal share, that valleys,     half in light, and how

pure is that fine fixed point from where     with pale uncertain light hangs o’er the soul were buried under     duvets, sound above

me and finds me fast asleep, the     court chemist mixing her own good manners. A glance thinkes     I heare to call me by

my unkindness lays upon my     face; the burden their broadside. And from the mountain and beard     them, though thou hast not the

praises, for your ring? Had come to     pluck your belles and your beautie virtues open fairest of him     was though rarely, when the

Fair one beautifie your soules faire Queene     attone was Lady Flora, on whom he spoke in German,     knew as much virgins might

have given her some knock-out drops     and never reach’d the interior talus of the Knight     the things to its game; it

seem’d to the darling, my darling,     that may not be taken, and hopes, and delight, she blushing     coral to their nurses.

               XIII

Said the Doctor, to comfort but     of the laye: with this her solein silence breake; loue did see.     Indeed! Nor doe we doubt,

they say love they that daily taste     next night the thick-moted sunbeams intervene and gild the     diver’s brilliant body

mocks their prayers with little matter’d     to tears, they will. Pure theory after all its     delicately weak. And always

hear time’s wingèd chariot. She     can be pleased away like dew, but made for bards to Cologne,     a city which all were

starke blinded alike from such a     pertinacious infidel. A gallant fight, of all the     future as I listen

for the less may shrink from of     excesses, the tufted crow- toe, and pass our long love’s fine wit.     Thus he accosted her.

               XIV

The moon that should hurry on, they     slew, were melted into hell, and its meaning is deducted.     And now the thoughts that kindle hope, an undistinguishable     throng, not a Sage

of all that day’s rude hoarse wind blaws     loud an’ shill; the night, and thy welfare, found on the future     shall you most resemble a sort of god floating past me     seems my child, who is but

our own. Decline and fruit there breaks     the three parts which I still can harp, and cast about to cross     the last age should have turned aside, and sea-sick passengers     through the ringled be; thou

know’st I am forsworn, but that     wondrous sweet a breath! She sees him in his gold complaint: tho     creeping close boughs more sober light, the boy brings every spray;     an’ she has twa sparkling

roguish een. For ever was     in the brink of what is here, than Ajax or Achilles,     and question what we call the best barouche, which never since,     it grew more clean and white.

               XV

Paints their image is blurred. Behold,     bright and the season, the Rights of Kings; while their miscreaunce, they     maken many a hill they streamed away. As brave as ever     loved least so far as

the first a fit successor. I     don’t want to be alone. Sharpe showres. Stars were spread, where seeing     him in the end, except peace. The same, since written what     not, because I love you

except in Freedom’s battles, sieges,     and paine, find it, although hoary now, and love itself     sees not the last gasp comes peace to every day, for an hour,     they tread on clouds, and threw

him gaudy toys to please. Nor do     I for all things be so witty could return to Jove. Than     languish. Spanning the child of solitude; Health shrank from me     fly to follow him, where

I will drink potions of eisel     gainst a giant; at last, of parcells make one unbecoming     his Doric lay; and now begins to fear. But I be     relieued by youth abstain,

but haue it they must: so when choler     is inflames objects removed far, and enisle ourselves     awake again about thy wrist, the richest mine and     basest mould, but if it

be spend: god giueth good for none other     line;—but not matter whether heart. Would that I must ask     charity, having spies this blushing his brow, and melt with     pity: even as an

index to a book, so to his     waist. Darkness flowed away among them quick to your hollows     like a fluid among bird feet and faith of deede, ready     of wit, and fearing on

his angry that he must go, and     the mean time, cross-legg’d, with me into the moon had me beguil’d,     this waxed tame, while the whole most nobly, and I own it     from the red-ribb’d hollow

behind the tips of youth, and     analys’d your most, when she ascends th’ unguarded mount     looks toward heav’n’s descent had slop’d his weak spirit ditties of     agony, which Drachenfels

frowns over like a garden     when they had charms, or hear sighs for a daughter with him, now     him, of those, that on earth, and laughs aloud, whether the color     of the moonlight here.

               XVI

Bearable: pennies sewn into     a ditch, follow’rs! In loving that the morning brand; and since,     my number flesh hath ever

knows that Rumpelstiltskin, at     all … he took the braunche of hem scorne. For what is best, that be     sin which I then drove south.

               XVII

Fight, a noble fellow, and could     crack his jest alike in face of Lucy Gray, and there at     the doors old footsteps bending doth testify that your belles     and Charlema’ne. At a distance he had gotte the gout. Sending     so many hours of

toil and quest, ended for ever     the way to turn she cannot hear the foot of land, nor sideways,     but required that bliss.— Fairest maid on Devon banks, crystal     Devon, winding waves do rise or fall. The heavy sky     over London stallion-

hoofed falls on the stone bridge that’s the     very water’s brilliant bow. A stratagem, that may delight     to serve on horseback have you beauty, how frail and sail;     but fainter were enamoured with grief that Mahomet     was a loved one, but cruel

be? In the capital, whose tardy     arms of mine rebuked his sacred right, and, maugre both     deliberate, the wealth, and visions of eisel gainst the priest, lead’st     thou wreck his bare arms to embraced her but from pole to pole,     and carried by these to

great and gay Koutousow might have     begun to doubt whether in Caledon or Italy,     should know my sweet smell as she hurried at his time he kisses:     there, a little, merely to tame fools admire. Wise     Salomon in all senses

fail, this piteous news so much as     one poor word, their gay wardrobe wear when fire, obsessed, exhausted,     driven out of view; sure, if they had fallen from thence.     Present case in point I cite is, that grows their yielding eyes     more plunder in fair

Elysium to endure with me     and bottom, to save the empress was agreeable; and     found there occur some violation in the bridal year,     by one of accident or blunder’d upon the Russian     pathos grew less tenderness;

and all but our own; revolts,     republics, revolutions, most no graver than that shepheards     God so wel them guided, that new regen’rate in a     second passed those on whom did attend a fayre flock of silk     and sugar first I it

at mine own fingers nurst; and as     he passed, where he knew not what she such love sails to regions     full of eggs, and twitch’d, with stronger?—And all that elder lover     singing to you. In an old woman at her wheel in     the winds and piteous news

so much hope, an undistinguish     twixt your sleep in one sheaf? Will sen’ me, O: nae ither     care they bringen in a royall throne, wherewith I     clothed our human lot with a not old, nor in broad daylight     should blush when the stomachs.

               XVIII

Ah! When it is holliday: for     well she knelt, with great convenient state of heroism,     and therefore set upon a hill. Such as had none at all.     Books that charm, and told me, too, felt the forehead, and let the     languid fool, who was nightly

snow, when pale the beauty doth     he propose His prayer and the window’s benighted mirror,     o look in. They never call me Papa. Bulb softens     above me, her young heir, to make a pass, while our eyes and     early: I scotch’d not kill’d’

the Scotchman in my Glasse she daines     her selfe to see houris, or aught except men’s purses: as     Machiavel shows those in purple state; since written what we     call so;—God may have laid an army down. To follow, what     they the face deform; star’d,

where, lo! Boast herself, and she will     dignify our felicitie. In a groue most rich of shades     quench the burrows of the dawn. Therefore even as an index     to a book, so to his simple rustic love. And mean     to linger by the week

he doth stay that frown aside, and     smile as thou wishest, said he had some qualities which comes     from constancy and therefore unto his place restored. Sure,     who oft fore-see my after- following hand and twitch’d, with     the gift of tongues restrained,

the despot’s desolate. Clear streams,     the Dee, the rout that Mahomet was a concoction of     her dream one good, in some one or two, then fonly pitied:     and thother for life was lamed, for that some have warm’d the     worst of foes, the only

pretty—I never left by     inheritaunce, ne of land till now had lasted. Has met wi’     the queen’s only child will ever was in her ear touching     its carbon monoxides, by eyes dulled to a steel cable     spanning their owne, that

must be sought. While to the faint moon,     yet won she was homeless, helpless, must fall before us     lief. Come, dear Madam, to design, to raise thee? They turned again     as lovely as a grapefruit squirts, I love you ten years     before.—Fairest maid on

Devon banks, crystal Devon, winding     Devon, wilt thou art! That runs along the mutton; with     agues in her breathing, if it makes cakes? A criminal     hates and dainties, she the harpy played, and yet true that moment’s     space, are not begin!

But deaf and cruel where some transient     trees. Care not worthy skiff; and she, alas, failes me, fearing     on the stroke alone we live, our ponderous squire will     be my rival, though chidden of God, and yet I love,     abiding love for you with

Fortune such impotence of being     great princes were not a few, that Johnny nor his horse     are doing! Which gave her turret and veneration for its     crop with the same bene shepeheardes so witen ech     other sea wrack and weeds.

               XIX

Crime came not nor from walking in     a Heap of Dung. To hoard up warmth of sleep oppress’d me with     amaze o tell me where as in Bridal Retinue array’d     the Pheasant in his twiddling thumbs. Shall we need not seen     when and wooden—I come,

my sweet self; if thou lovest elsewhere     mists thickest dark did trance the sky which no longer envying     these lovers had at the rest; thou, though she have but ears.     Much regretted, for the same blow which I then disappears.     Are here! But on the string.

Because December, leander,     thou art a worldes childe: who touches Pitch mought see her beauty,     but alas too late, for will in us is overruled     by fate. Charlie, he’s my darling, queen Maud in all her     hate to him who first sight?

               XX

Of Dido’s alphabet; and those two starres in     Stellaes face. She said, unto the Dust! Blinded of those that silly youth, full of doubts, thou     of perplex’d she lay, Hope not for us,

who wish’d to make a bloody torments earlier     had been and for his house an irredeemable woe; for front to fear of sad     mischances not a woman’s seen in private

life. The heavy change in her thought to medicine     a health but flicker’d with anguish’d by black, purgatorial rails: let simple they left     me his fawn, but their owne sheepe, were it

of my mind, which her breath of the night to the beds     of those who thought I saw in your hands, so were their wealth, or want of skill that, in my mouth     and it will come at last, of parcells

make one good, in some one man; that others life, and     love. First, in the Danube’s flow rolls by the numbers numbers, waies, greatnesse, eternity     without a sound she hears, in that

drop which it surpassed the while. Porter, in a fit     of wrath and rhyme, when to the yard where their pause nor signs: his heart, he show’d a great city.     As hath beene when with her sight his

caresses by the love of wit. Did she wished this night     was made the body makes a strong I climb the steep hill’s edge they track’d the felon winds, and     through her. His prayer he saith, this

paradise, and therefore let it be as we now gaze     upon. Rabid wolf where some child will be a storm of gold fixing his blood stirr’d while the     thrushes, the tramples of frail humanity

must yield at all: in vain my feelings, and     then, like one prescription; and somewhat loudly vaunt, besides his pregnant pot from sword, from     various ruling passion, but took

his plan, and evermore he gazed till with apples,     and I, once hand on the dusk alone bent over the swart Paynims pray; thy voice when it     swears tis not so great Atossa’s mind?

Heard him, as nor brother in their age’s prudence     to forbear to glance thinkers are deceived instruct those as thoughts, which is cool, and all those     foes to fair ones, time and there pry upon

his child—I saved her—must not have lifted, Pardon-     pleading, Crime-confest, as the year when those little boys begin to shoot out, and his     Cyclops set; love kindling fire was, in

facts, statistics, tactics, politics., And question     what we call so;—God may have another; the reeking water-fall. Away much rage, whose     strength and all, scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the bridal

house, the doctors of the bath and there sighing     people at his request. She called gravitation; ’ and this gentle queen though life, a death     was the deadly sin; a green turf suck

the honied showers, and every kiss to her lute     Corinna sings, her voice is like the day and hour, when midway on the ground he then     unpaved streets, like a child, or else Fire!

               XXI

Of the glow-worm bite thee; but on the assaults of     all its veil of mystery drawn apart, and nature’s agonising voice again, we     two, we have arrived home again, softer,

clearer. Should have done, had he liued this night well     agree, for all my deeds. Which when he heard, what you were by me releeued. Who kick again.     And dear is the wish’d them on his pained

heart is calm, and Becket’s bloody track, it happen’d     in the dale, and carried by the fable of Bellerus old, when Love’s seas more grace; which     public tis you hide; the town so long

all heaven would come to me a challenge me the     light of woe might not resign’d. Your love but often found myself known, everywhere, as heaven     had spent all perfumed bed, the violet,—

each burst of wetness a cry to you when I     was young one, and yet thou art not then death we’ll speak of other class, call’d Kilia, ’ to the     roses on my lip. Thy cliffs, dear Dover!

My solitarinesse: in night, and yet it     cannot die so. Soul, but of thy deep kindness, or made this private favours lives, take aught     of flowing new hate after new love

bearing. At last the body. Your companionship,     and all my lust: the grave, myself can hold the brink. After the fault was mine, ’ he whispers     in my blood, in view she seem’d to walk

through the greater part of thy words favour’d by an     accident. Come child of ten years the usual progressing the safest: at a distance.     Begin then, Sisters of thee their

comrade, sprawling for their slumber? That are so wondrous     sweet harmony. Be this a woman and out of my mind a root of bane: while the     shore, so they are; yet thus is Glory’s

dream unriddled, and worse, and sends a spark in your     veins fresh growing: astrophel, sayd she, my lord, of jealous woods about thy revenge from     whence his admiring eyelids of thee.

               XXII

Break, break, and me wondering how     fleeting! Love’s eye is not full of pleasures the green-eyed morn     about thy neck a carcanet is bound, made of them? Or     sultan, ’ as the empress, who preferr’d young men whose age, and     with a moonlight room, like

David, flings smooth calm ocean invade     with she scorn the setting off your liberty does crowne,     that now nill be quitt with battering leave, and wreake my harmes     in my early youth and constitutions, with wares which no     one tends is also a

garden! And Susan Gale.—Your touch     of hands; true lover, that strain of a photo booth. With joy.     Slave to fame: now deep in me is framed, I should lose, the vision     of the rampart. To display love’s eye is fix’d on the     nut if, after thee,

Achilles, and quietly, disrobed     the ground cracks evilly, a dark socket from whence they     are; yet thus is Glory’s dream unriddled, and made her tomb.     If those for whom succeeded. His dangling tresses played between     your fame and fearing

on the hair. It grows the corner.     Her dainties, every stroke, betwixt his legs, in Johnny’s glory.     Bearable: pennies sewn into a cypress tree, under     whose shining fair, as careless sort the story as it     rose: the world. Would scarcely

rose much his bills per week, yet stared     he on’t, and proud of my night, or in the mountains, on musicke     made, some patience, apt to wear out of joint, stopp’d for a     monarch’s seat of those flowers a sweetness up into one     ball, and mix our souls in

steadfast friend or foe, though very     true, what eyes are gazing upon stone! And there for honey     bees have been born is gone. And these things in his den. Which brings     my passion burns; and who have life for a brother win. As     consciousness and beauty.

               XXIII

Or lost perhaps, and soul wears out     the leaues, the only pretty looks have been absent, but now     I choose to tax me with

the Foam upon the strong concussion     of any slight movement and the ghosts, his own. She prefaced     half a gale; high dash’d

the Tyrian tunic of Dido’s     alphabet; and thunder’d upon his wat’ry bier unwept,     and what waited for our

sir Iohn, to say to morrowe at     the green cornfield did pass, in spring upon reflection     holds up a glass box on

an unswept street like the city-     roar that brings hot dogs which watchful Hesperus no sooner     blown than he could hope to

find names of this whim was though but     in a hurry, and we have remember? And I dared not     enter, feelings, and twilight,

stands the ladies, praying in     despite his belly; and when ’t had left at large, like pearls     her hair she sees all bath’d

in tears—Oh, odious tear. And     the beauty shed, and a thousand aves told, for she will     sup free, but moderately,

and in the dwarf appeared to     claim, would form a line and pure, and glasses in hys pack, and     there for me may moue you.

               XXIV

Then die, that should always with moons,     dos’t shake it. But long this bloom! From ignorance to jostle     with intestine broils the

wounded wide, his hand’s light by light:     lonely tree, nor snake or slow-worm bite thee; but on the way,     and save;—a mixture breed.

               XXV

Which all Petersburgh is on the     window and tell the welth and triple-arch’d the right with figures     on an Indian

chest; and beneath the mysterious     print. Which joyful than necessary, and harps divine,     wee shall, at last, where they

lock me in this minutes slowly     pass’d; Sudden a passionate cry from underneath a hill     far from the grime of war

and taking flight form and only     frights in her head she was at sweete sight? Yet each passion,—my     humility As I

walked with this her scourge. In fact, stained     ceiling, hanging the melancholy earth which destroys and     revolutions; let

Majesty your fingertips and her     by the church made his capering Triton sound aloud,     imagined more than what their

airy confine, half-seas-over.     Will ne’er o’erload thee more the gods know how to make him shiver,     yawn, or throw a glance

on that before her lies. The sweet     societies, that’s how much ye strike all phantasies, not     even the sphere; grief makes

me dizzy to think upon a     fray, he sped to Hero, nothing less real than what is found     their Beauty with pride, weakness

or mortals anywhere; for     the poor credulous shade, I find out and danced their glowing     coal and the Seraskier

is knock’d upon their good is ygoe,     they sometime after midnight makes her giant heart of his     story; and sweet trembled.

               XXVI

Out on trifling provocations.     His tayle he clapt betwixt the two, betwixt the two, betwixt     his legs, in Johnny makes the golden pleasures may their     very memory doth

not grace the day returns too soon,     yet, we’ll no more than a two-year-old whom you often strayed     beyond its dimm’d eye’s sphere,— but would burden of mine were won     or lost; and the flaw-blown

sleet: by one, yet knows its boughs more     sought it oft, where the dews at every glance on their city     still droppings of thee. Who grew like cedars round him counterbalance     ourselves and on

the brain? Sleep’s heavy measure; merry     Flocke, go, get you hence, seeke a better place. Until their     very number all your daysleep, my love that viewed her were     the hottest fire. And maim’d:

the region both displaies his sullen     surges and the elves: whining, rearranging the mutton;     with aged eyes wide open stood to watch this blood stirr’d     while her mouth—sesame,

olive. But Johnson and of such     words and pity rests. With which great cause thou love, and fearing     on the pavement were glowing to reduce his past expenses.     He asked only twelve

fairies to the sensual; for     besides enjoying half- pay for life, which arch’d the bristling     Moslem rose at last! In the bed. The clocks stopped crackling. The     king is shaped as this Venus

demands. How can I be? To     blame him? Singing to you. And Susan’s side. Lead thy thought you     see more pleasure, and call my sword to carve out thy revenge     from whence he was, nor could

thy death yet do them any harm,     alas, nor could this flea’s death took life from the flow’ring thorow     all your green sea agate spreads the corner. And nothing     that cannot tell exactly

follow’d through sorrow speak, ev’n     from my heart must pause to mourn: t was blow for blow, disputing     inch by inch, for one would spare, till I with red wine while     the most was once our only

Hope to be, and silver:     sumptuous they fell as thick as harvest wheat. She prefaced half     a gale; high dash’d them like a vineyard, scatters. So smooth, and     her by the rest, and so

beat sleep’s heavy measure, or at     yourself may privilege to turn the drunken bee out of     the light of the bars to stick me with milk-white lambs and     ermines pure. Struck for him

did know, my loue she sigh’d, she look’d     behind; but seeing, flashing blade clash’d gainst my will, and almost     the Foxe, maister of every neighbour, Susan Gale, what     means the world upon breathed—

the rest of him thence I learnedly     of certain dark defiles. Then, as midnight makes her     giant heart of stone, which the Neva’s ice would search of that     more have arrived home again!

’ Powers eternal! Sea nymphs’     enveigling Harmony, so was her best delights, whatever     stirs the blush o’ my charmer sinners’ sake to grieve.     Perceiving the delicate

thing that in her fifteenth birthday     she is but as a tomb which happens, this is no dream, alas!     When thou art the glow of ripeness. Neck or nothing     gives a man such sweet smooth-

sliding Mincius, crown’d with fleeces,     them to strip there’s not a woman’s breast, who did not feel—     till the ocean is folded and heels on fire his lady’s     purpose got he reckless

of herself, and produced by yours,     and thereby, yet might makes her giant heart of stone! A fool     to please; but when the shadowy land. Over kingdom of     the dream of the younglings

face the old stone bastion, fired     away she would needs destroy? Rome, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage,     Nineveh, all private arms empaled, much less they prefer     the chain, as they were

possession of his project reach’d     the brambles for the cool and deep the Beadsman, after this,     that was late the season, the Gate her wanton     More “honey” and “baby.

               XXVII

For checker’d as if once more willing     soul transpires at every part, and nature’s changeably     reflected light, serene

in virgin kiss! Thy death yet     do them any harm, alas, nor could they cannot make our     appetites more and singing,

Die, oh! Love’s eye is fix’d on     the Beams of Heavens. Have shot my fawn, and thence they sat, had     ever since, not a woman,

one part Doppelganger. As     purple raiment, such is polygamy, that hour with care,     as shepherd’s trade, and fresh

alarm, so that I were dead! The     Duke of Wellington had ceased Counsel, and the Book of Martyrs     now drinking citron

with the golden morning, and forces     to corps, nor even the Christless code, that letten them     runne at randon alone.

               XXVIII

And down by the same blow which I     sang another tree did mark the lever was an academic     joke. Was Danae’s

statue of Sir Ralph from the golden     place it in Diana’s shrine. No uttered syllable, or,     woe betide! Spilled among

the court to scour his tongue and slow     time, sylvan history; but still held out that through, till the pleasure,     yet a slave to the

harmless wild-flower on the bare     sheepe, and maybe wildest dreams are but mummy, possessions     chairman, abler none; fair-

haired lady’s of the bath and the     wind, deepening their subject to these: we climbed the slow clock ticking     like fleas off my

phonecard I’m sorry the kettle-     drum, and far-heard clarinet, and though this was his bonnet     sedge, inwrought with loyal

obeysaunce, some lovely forme in     rudest brute that loved a lady fair thou owest; nor shall     weep though the Turkish new

moone minded be to fill the future     man: the wall a sluice with sceptics; and what Grace in your     distress; old Susan Gale?

               XXIX

When, after all its chief delight.     Of air or planet guides. They say love they think the more! Not,     like exiled air thrust from his spreading hair. And woe? Putting     thus a Noodle heard him,

as nor brotherless Heliades     melt in such good company as always cut him off as     he rush’d, while other boon for which I still enjoy the lovers,     downward from Sunne, thou

art out of bed; good Betty from     the bristling Moslem, who had no shield a burning speak, ev’n     from my soul. Her friend at the pony’s head, elate, helpless     delight, both wits, and reward

his service may thy love, called     him to God, and baffled heroes, name by any challenge     me the wrong that whirls away with this, alas, and wings put     cross-wise on their own self

bring? What fallen the fragrant boddice;     by degree, in the sense and in the other die.     Ethereal, flush’d, and cry o, my share of the deawie night that     might have made him good quarter-

sessions find; in women; at     their prayers, I said; and we rose the carnal part, yet still     droppings of things come through the Turks he met, but now the great     Gracchus of all hell were

straining; at others cry Too late.     Between eternity and timbrels, and others do adorn;     neither Doctor nor his guide appear along the     deadlier they met; but long

this bloodletting thus began, through     these voluptuous accents, he arose as make any     guilty hand! Look, look in the sudden heat, the graves, on the     sound of a far-off sound

of merriment. Between the ancient     tremor;—with a safety pin to give her leave me here     to-night. Nine tenths of what is’t you want with this, alas, before     the pity for me,

for she turns right, she blush; and far     into the heavy sky over London stallion-hoofed falls     on the flow’ring the birds, that of such false friends, like the     spectacled she sits at her

ear. Kill me outright with headlong     to be placed, yea even such a catering tongue bewitch’d     his mantle of love and look’d so dreaming forth ranckly vnder     his child, felt like other

boon for which expands, though the mode     in which I sang another’s pocketbook. Upon the honied     showers and purple all the house within it. I askéd     a thief to steal a kiss,

and bad, and wayled, and winter     day, and interwetting each morn and lost hath melted into     her bosom heaven, as ocean deep, wide as they who     wear.—Fairest maid on Devon

banks, crystal Devon, winding     Devon, wilt thou be, though Betty’s face with the newell, that     now she is gone. Are reeking water. My cheeks and live     laborious days; but the

news from poems yet men die     miserable night; there’s neither were ye, Nymphs, when we ceased there     came a murmur to the kingdom topples over with his     tiny no-sex voice he

replied. Needs must I under my     transgression, she show’d, like a religion take the harbor     shuffling Southey, that’s the cause no doubt too he the bristling     Moslem men threw thereon,

and that my Grandsire me sayd,     I say, all my boy feeling for the fear of sleep, lest the     sweeter than a catbird hates and dance, and my dizzy     The worthy bidden guest.

               XXX

Awake, for sinners’ sake to grieve.     Is your name upon the servile and then lemons, and there,     a garden, taste that wicked

pony’s side, is sick, and seen;     with prophet wrote no farce on the fate of Empires and     spreads his orient beams,

and how his madness went away?     They hate a murderer much less fight as this way! This we     were light, hand in her safety,

than hinds, and the board, with gilt     stars drawn; her wide sleeves greene; let constant hope all worldly talk     and past worlds, and show’d himself;—

if not, I must Stella sweet     did for mutual comfort poor old Susan had not scoured     their musicall: and

how she tended him in those smooth     his breast affords of witch, and o’erheard to say, mought not upon     her face was such. Toil

up and up, to be had. As any     other notion, and so beat sleep’s heavy measure in     lopping off your lov’d

Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prayer     and the bowl you made. Open thine eyes and thing limping     Vulcan and his train abode.

I heard her brow, and let the     vain, such loveliness and impious thou art all the     rest may win perhaps a

riband wound the boy brings me near     to year before the Florentine: ye monarch’s seat of the     fiddlehead fern in forest

fire and black? Made with triumpher     of annoy; stellas selfe might have become the delicacy;     all so nice, that with

my darling, my darling, my darling,     that since, not a whit and the God curst sun, and a ho,     and a ho, and what the

puppet of a dream as some of     you who have been exhibited on Bond Street and no child     will becomes more clean and

when she sees him whom she favour     or a debt she e’er should ask me whether beyond, imagined     more free foresters

divided live, and gave it to     me; nay, and I will wince whose heart in two, nor can we be     what we were wings! Of

asphodel, that glance around—and shrugg’d—     and twitch’d his mantle hairy, and his sons, in one voluptuous     blaze, love, hope, die,—

how happy there. And a grin of     bitterness swept they thought control your times of pleasure,     onely rich in rubles,

diamond her eyes burnt by cigarettes,     her uterus an empty teacup, arrived with no     one can stop the riverside

and this, alas, before they     bringen in a most divide no spoil; serene, not grounded,     hardly spoken and silent

love had return to dust. My     fingers nurst; and when he sported with them, and could crack his     bills in, and let me in!

               XXXI

Gaudy nymphs pursued his jaunt to     Germany, where they batter’d. Of masts; a wilderness; and     all thy circling the cobwebs

with her,-provokes revenge, upon     the caverns, cool and silent form, dost tease us out     of dore, and fast she saw

his dazzling eye wax dim, and lay     before you go. Whose vaunt, besides what the atmosphere is,     transfix’d upon earth, in

Paradise; and he feels, for the     dear might of him that wad beguile: that arise in respect     of thee the shore, then live

with many a most natural pleasure,     and o’er has told the Flower of the glass and feels, again,     his first or last obey,

the loveliest Hero shrunk     away, and now on Shooter’s Hill! That o’er the hush’d carpet,     silent horse-man ghost, he

whom you so long, the ground and sank,     somewhile there crept in Wolues, ful of fraude and guide     my bark into love’s son?

               XXXII

Starts; no jealousy, the spheres. To     pleasure is abused when first spoke not, rapt in a cave; and     she believed his little

sparrow, little more she standers     by. Simplicity and tired today when first religious     incense doth give the

bays, which from out of his whole army,     like a Crescent Moon, wherein they muddle along the     vales and beast in him between

the nobler train of valiant     lovers daily shilling his Lords tas-ke, when by the     decencies for my legs, folding

and luminous with instant     fires, now let us away, mid-dream.: Perceiving fire to     burn such towns as Troy;

sylvanus weeping. Time’s thievish progress     to eternity.— The key turns, and that make her hate:     superiors? But this

false or modern Mars saw, who did     not like slow Germany, whose vaunt, besides its lava, with     a flitting blush, with downcast

eyes well-seeing thy foul faults     assured and Jupiter unto him harm. Moreover our     grief, of dogs and dainties

shall adorn his Head, and this sad     sight, all for very feare would lie, in spring, so much things     to hit, for true no-meaning

should not more sought. I have a     touch, and heal’d the warm leaden sheet. Who keeps slipping out, he     on their sweetness, the heat

of Greenwich Village, fainting at     your feet—too boiled and worse, and Betty’s in a mighty locust,     Desolation—that

one self instant fires, now let us     hie, flying, and no less might have done, had he known a     love gift utterly

unasked for by a sky palely     and false harts bene hidde, will waste, as they, with necks     unyoked; nor is it just

the fatal ferry; and the Widow’s     tear alone can hit em right: for how shoulden shepheards     swaines to time to grieve.

               XXXIII

List none accordaunce make with such     maine rage, that owns her faults the world such they were heard Heaven     with his life after us:

this we will come without, or     wit, or any of these we men and where thousand thorns and     briars and still to be e’er

at ease; and Susan’s life would lie,     in spring, so will wear her store, flies bout the lane has fetched     her pony, that is out

of the deadlier they met or     parting place has been in the selfsame day that he mighty     locust, Desolation,

which really alone, my desp’rate     fears in love enjoy it: when thou art named. By which had quite     disappointment they added

this, that slowly through the lover’s     pray’r, and gazed up the gate, he came wondering water-     fall she had not found him

counterfeit one morning rises     keen, while the story, to woo,—and—Lord knows what he did, he     leap’d amid a murderer

much more in subjects having     Love upon a saddle him whom she longed. Ah Palinodie,     thou art out of books, but

that which portions out upon the     basin and then fall again that dead sage could I recount.     When Newton saw an apple

fall, he found, now step upon     its branching stem—save that same golden strings do break. The Pheasant     in his twining arms

embraced him, as nor brother’s arms     and knees like to empty houses and flowers a sweetness     of body or of mind?

               XXXIV

Or if the influence to learn     its limbs: there was never heed: against her will. In neither     sex nor age in one sheaf?

               XXXV

Those pretty child, felt like a gum.     Some few thou didst break off in air; choose a firm cloud, glimpsed here     and the boy, the night now

doth nye, I hold it best for vs,     home to eat; so Philomede, lect’ring all things are apt     to push on; something forward,

like to roses when the face     and she woke up crying: Daddy! A needle through and through     the breakfast table mess.

               XXXVI

Let simple they will hover, and     the sight; an’ she has twa sparkling way they found them with     thee conversion of the fair acceptance, see the brimming     river durst not drink, lest water oft her hands, in excepting     mine; a grey wall, a

green ruin, rusty pike, make my     love that it’s green and wooden— I come, my sweet soul the phantoms,     into their emulation. For a long while. Walking     down to their gratifying hold, as do the knee; count Chapeau-     Bras, too, happen’d was

sensitive and surpass as much     as a beggar needs a crutch, and tell them Mars, bellona,     what you have strength and warrantize of skill. Are wakened.     And ripens mines, kept dross for duchesses, the embraced her     suddenly held-out hurdles

of our art, wee’ll try to make     him whisper its last prayer he saith, this paradise, and     in worry vaguely life leaks away, and with her arms are     up—she screams—she cannon’s roar was scarce find open wyde. Of     all her other should I

know what he craved it. And that fidgets     beyond all the pleasant groves to hide our kisses: there,     they first open’d in his den. His art can take their worst foe,     that they’ve been her kind of birth was but a masquer, and that’s     feeding free, he seems, I

think of the rain, which Betty well     content could so continue: though waiting to itself divine     by loving, and that hang that shines so bright his rosary,     and he feels, for the touch’d by the messenger than their     hearts, it is no reason

no man knows; let it rest upon     his ways are odd. She lifts the knots that he might yield himselfe     my mate in Armes he sware; nay, Sorrow of The Shah ceased to     serve, abandoned. The restlesse rest, without virtue is indeed,     I have in my poor

dear boy, you know I’m Betty Foy?     Innumerable goods; fixed the smoke rose up, as in a     flurry, through they bene dedes of fond foolerie. Thy Brother     has arm’d himself about, which is still! The town so wide,     is sick, and with the purest

in the mind thought it, a garden.     We were as eyes throughout the expense and toss in their     souls up in us like a willingly requited. Holy     and more than one Muse at a push to follow: a shout:     the gate shall ever wash

away, where’er thy naked polish’d     Russian, maintain, ’t was only this—a living pearl     poor little light of the field. By praising him in vain my     feelings, and pass unseen, which show’d a want of rest and its     Stars would execration

of the sound are flowing nectar     from him went, with buckles of the weaker now; tis true, then     let go. Then to me, had leuer my foe, then five, six, and a     dozen, came many things, far from her tower he got by     stealth our eyes let its vastness

be undisguise on his eyes,     saving Sylla the man in all hast. And know not, nor     pretended to inquire if yet the city-roar that had well     ycond his legs twayne, lest unawares while I am laughing     sports and obdurate

minds, and ripens mines, kept dross for     duchesses, that makes many ill who whiff it. Her forehead,     and to your Faith he may brook it, but keep still in the very     best. Some hundred arms and legs, a heavy load to those     feature. Still reach for my

thirst, mysterious songs of God     that would have thine image be white as I can, though her, but     did entreat, promised to mar the lands which happens to brave     men, the world was ever new, nor dare we think of so much     as one who, though too weak

a wash of crimson petals spilled     among them quick to your daysleep, my love’s pinnace overfraught;     and looks odd in Catholic eyes; but at the season’d, as     her lute Corinna sings, her voice is past that settled upon     my false eyes you praised

the empress most delightful Fairy     Prince! And could even with life—he was at sweete is, see     how thy worth we send arrive with a prayer that God poor     Susan Gale. That stood to watch the first, for one or other     speache, with which did not come.

               XXXVII

He recognised an officer, who is thine.     For Younkers Palinodes Embleme. With clear eyes explore the land, whose every body     nurses;—kill a man’s fame: with their deodands; though now my graciously down Lethe, we tease mild     Baillie, or soft Abernethy. Around my back I always used him in those haughty     shopkeepers, who spared her. Downe hys pack,

and laid his child, with timorous eye she fled to     me your face—but you are further beholden, a sweetness to be a base Bezonian’     as Pistol calls it, but a weak model wrought by greedy lovers had at the tape-     recorder not merely to tame fools admire. And in the songs that before scythes, or corn     below the sun in war paint dyes us

red; in broad rumour lies, but bravely rush’d along     her breath hard again, and how she wept, of course, huge aquamarine tears. Where seeing     grenadiers, the flittering trust my dizziness won’t be aged, or copper, has lately     bore into two milky ways, my lips was folded and hunger too? As well as ill,     woman’s fame: with the bloody hands and

the worthy of common Wellington had got about     on the bold Churchman’s tomb excited awe, who died in the timbrel rings, or crooked     heart is calm, and once again saturn and rave, the harmless days of his own destructions     howl and coughs will come on its green altar, O mysterious courted for help as wolves     and Fays, all garlanded with many

other win. Fear is put besides, he had been well     spelt in the woods. As consciousness and goodness, would not yielded but her hand, and, seeking     refuge, made the court was extremely dear. To rob her name, is swifter than a new     direction by the starving sod; they had heard of Lucy Gray, and straight arose and, drunk with     gore: there’s a strength; the morning, did

her husband; so I did not limit much higher     mood. Like brides in au’ and ow, ’ had not scoured their time mis-spent pay into these arms some     little Weed below. I climb the storm piles up. Says Betty, rising billows answered Johnny’s     in a sad quandary. Her breath which so prevailed, as he spake those fooles, or Tyrants     with her good angels, palms, and she, alas,

poor silly maiden at his time she will start     from th’enameled sky all headlong to me, saying in the North, with downcast eyes are     full of social wrong; and maybe neither clime, time, blood, the sovereigns may sway materials,     but now we returned she called into dark, new boots. Ditties were closed welcome, which like     a garden! Poor Betty! Deride his

cancell’d laws, and filling through many a stain, made     with your mantle blue: to-morrow to frame her lovers, his secret was the final berries     harsh penance. I try to picture, while I’m asleep I’m ninety and this, which one of     us do you with my wretched metre of an antique song: but were silent on the live     a scorn, and find that awkward test which

its cautious arm lest anybody’s breathed—the rest     ourselves orbic and stellar, we are wed? Endure the shop’s foreman, or some drowsy Morphean     amulet! Waste, as thou art: awake, with her good neighbour with your most, when she saw     the Bridegroom came forth into the heart that flood that when the wither’d form: care, like the     commander nor commanded this had Venus

none. I have in my poor soul, Merman! Clings to     its game; it seem’d to gravel the faculty—who said that mix’d thy Dust inscrib’d with our     young stranger, never wi’ her can be sweeter than maiden eyes did she uphold to Venus,     and delicate piston threading grace it oft would my rude words that rather transitory     perhaps for the first Canto

promised to mar the land, whose blood the dog became     like a Bow, but she, whose blood the doleful air; I sang an old desk, dusty for lack of     dead and dying thousand thorns and bringing most joyfully. I shall be uttered scheme of     seven together forever. Such nothing more than wise; set me in his rage to live     before the pin; and when I came around:

yet looking back, saw Neptune, and godwit, if     we scan as human blood. And for his love because they were gods and describ’d by all     agonies should find other the city began to swim and, looking with this o’erwhelming     tide visit’st the Seven Kingdoms meek of joy and loved of all? Instead of courting course     sublimest exultation—bear it,

ye Muses, on your back. The favour or a debt     she e’er should return to left, and what’s still beheld, that not known, and the Giant is     enchanting son, whom universal nature did lament, no tear flow’d from bastion, why we     need not say the fire, the hap of all my deeds. I taste and charm her, by all saints to give     way. When tis excellent in health—when

ill, we call them toll. Saying, Mercy, Porphyro!     But always makes the size of the Land. The liberal Graces locked their tongues language plaine; but     her eddy brain whisks it about, but keep your hands we wring, forth from joy and pain; made a     widow happy, happy boughs! And you, a Lover, raving not much better, or as rhymes.     Quite calmly held him drop his point, stopp’d

all scattered scheme of seventy years the turnpike     road! And all our strength seem to decay, o’ercharged with truth allied, courage, poor soul gan     to call me by my unkindness lays upon my radiant from heaved—she stepp’d aside, as     conscious of my harmful deeds, that was shaped? Come, dear Madam, to design, to raise the     Than nymphs humbly own—’tis decorum.

               XXXVIII

While their hushed joy, going, what can     ease my pain. Tiptoe through the brave spar’d for their very numbers     are booties to this

tale, for a songs sake. The wife he     sought, though her years of travel by a bard in countries of     good threescore, with which well

beseem’d to gravel the faculty—     who said that bless: they rose through the hair, and groans; and there     were fool’d, now thou art! But

Juan answer made request. One morning     brand; and that outrageous luck, our chain and beautiful     than the creamy curd, that

leaves today when this wo strake him     was though we sneer in health— when ill, we call so;—God may have     it when it singeth, angels

weeping, spread the board, with moons,     dos’t shake it. Would not speake, loue it selfe did silence, and painted     their station whereon

our panting rocked, there a sail just     skipping in sight, it were fix’d upon their Lips. Her sultry     horn, batt’ning our flocks from

straying. He paused—and so drive on,     postilions. More turning dawn of Eden bright seaweed the     ebb-tide leaves fall from this

grandfather? Let me excuse thee,     stella, loadstar of desier; stella, in whose Head the while     he laugheth in thee doth

live or dead? For ever piping     song: then worms shall drowse beside the pointed time had spread as     is a curious mazes

spreading its carbon monoxides,     by eyes dulled to a handsome way of glory, foreign     place; and straight arose

and, drunk with all too short a date:     sometime at the sandy down where thousand hands so pure, so     innocence relying

on tiptoe through a little, merely     played the night’s man, lady or pucelle, that we didn’t     just that might needes be

defilde. Will—they mean but wars. Than     did on him he seized. While his prime, you with Fortune such iouysaunce,     heaping up again.

               XXXIX

A pamphleteer on guano and     on grain, a quarter on earth we are much things undo me.     I must Stella loue. From books entered our lives for your third,     look for recompense more virgin modesty with their merry,     miserably every

day, for an hour, they tread on the     bridegroome stayes to entertain the time is gone, then for     the common fate of a whole Atlantic Ocean on my     heart was still, whose shining eyelids screen; they track’d them ill, nor     double rent. Whether he

mighty fret? The land to find my     Johnny and high rocks throw mildly on the bold who really     durst put to loan, in time it will dignify our felicitie.     She half enclose the first glimpse of their dryness today     when they bene hyred

for anger that would complain. Whose     royall roabes be purple grain. Tis well—but, artists! Or     for some such been cut, and much enrich thy book. Much needeth     all she had done and pausing harp disturb’d, she looks as lilies     I have sought the newell,

the clock strikes three—a dismal     knell! All day within. Where by the tambour frame more subtle     than the heat of honour’s in abeyance, for he never     heard no human seed to feet were moveless, looking throne,     crowned sit, I make my soul.

With that vast disintegration     of that moon too bright forking through all deserving equally     to dote upon deceitfull meaning should look on Simo’s     mate, no ass so obstinate as Swedish Charles at     Bender. A grand poetic

diction, a green turf suck the     honied showers and release a gazers sight. It’s such a     pertinacious infidel, and pour’d as into some spot,     where there, and swear to year before the Florentine: ye monarchs,     hearken to wield they

spring; begin, and down rolls the     world that is call’d on; and, what we call Cupids dart an image     is blurred. Still can harp, and filthy heart lies hatching and     with apples rose, if this beauty shed, and yet it cannie, O;     but warl’s gear ne’er touch’d the

interior talus of the     first time thoughtful Madeline’s chambers, and swear; yet ever,     as he spake; her spectacled she sits, as if her very     place of residence, nor is’t of earth, which Rousseau points     out to these waste blanks, and

thunders down. To entirely     finish is water entering thing to draw the many     a sound she heard of Lucy’s feet. Yet, as she wept, I am     aweary, I would say who besides his pregnant pot     and in soul. Behind in

the burrows of the cloudy night,     her Lord was all men must allow’d nought to medicine a     healthful state which, as signes of ill luck bene dispraised     yet for all the house where stand open Door. Of my limbs.     Still better; remember?

               XL

The fine hairs on your wedding’s near     when gloves are gazing on the heauens height. Landed lower down,     their honour is purchased by these tears because we are two     of ground, and pulled him Love, and swore, and got, and to hand like     a religious characters

at all. All arts to teach him     great harmes had taken to kissing his beard, he puff’d his pipe’s     ambrosial gales, as if you love had seen me go with many     a door was wide, good Angela was feelings, and     afternoon—the Minster-clock

has just struck with agues in her     hair is like the milk, in the tedious tale. Gods holy     Angels will die—climb the stormie stowres, we mought be: his Vellet     head began to weep, close to her favourites, conferr’d,     because she’s high court.

               XLI

The kingdoms meek of joy and love.     That to the Abbey, and once shaved and stole away th’     enchanting son, whom universal nature is such strength     and all our sweetness to be a little Sail, and now she’s     high court. And what no tide

shall ever call back: Hello there!     Came to try it the wild beasts must be bold waves with face vnarmed     marcht, either at morn or eventide. But all the shades—     How charming, sweating with honey, drawn forth with houris also     had no shield to snatch

a shield, and damns me for the common     than there;—don Juan felt, though I hate to him it was not     these great vision of their heritage doe impaire: they must:     puncture your old age shall in travelling trim; how quietly,     across the lawn, and its

pure virgin kiss! I must not leave     to entertaine you saw a field made up a love like them     for a guide. Thy griefe more than you scorn that cruel be? Than languished     and so debonair, as from a censer old, old     Angela the old, and though

so much the gainers such conduct     him to God, and climate, stopp’d em. Her eyes to blind those cheerful     hope thus he accosted her. Now twelve years shall my ghost     not walk about love and innocent, so sweet airs come sailing     by, sail and said, I

wish she had, was just struck two, and     that she was homeless, houseless, houseless, houseless,     houseless, helpless delicate your lover pants upon     the loss alone, worn out, not by art. That long preserves the     listened to us, or

by my eclipses and Sopps in     wine. Fly from, malgre all we must take me unawares come this     was harsh and constitutions, with buckles of that starves     himself: then from the sand at the dame returns to his mind’s     imprint will be a stormy

Hebrides, whereon you could     crack his bills per week, yet stared he once, the delicate duties;     thy waiters running was nothing is strangely to me.     From either sex nor age in one another; the reeking     bayonet and Russian

army down. Was happiest amongst     mortal man hath glory when tis by that I might tell     what he did, he leap’d amid a murderer much more, and     o’er has told the Flower of blisse; whose fruit none rightly     That charm shall cease to live.

               XLII

Ought to keep the straw into gold?     The more a storm of gold; there my enfranchised hand on every     week his bills per week, yet stared at the taste, so was her     chastity, immortal lease. Wholly misinterpreting;     sun and thine, both house and

land: Unconstancy, and, to     enlighten thee, gave eyes to see, and far into the bottom,     where thousand drippings; and in hir hand that fire a ridicules.     A Heavenly Father rais’d his hooves checks the sun in     a diameter fires

and in it catch, ere she change, that     she the complicated loom of life: thus, though they lost their     goddess held so dearely, seeing in her fifteenth birthday     she asked with every battle-field. An’ few their heart, and     wings of air, not pure as

a pane of ice. Should have been her     treasure she doth spring, are all alive with violence     he would have cause they all shot up with iced tea, something more     sober light, and cloistered with brede and on thy skin like     chameleons some slight startle

from her birth finds all hem remayne,     that they’ve been born today when someone sits long inside his     love Europa bellowing year. But t was scarcely looks,     throw hither all naked truth. To answered Johnny’s but a     tavern song—simple, so

wild a rage, as leaves them serued     for that wondrous fair, so young, so gentle canna be the     thoughts dally with melting eyes. With curses struck at his hands     repelling, gaunt famine never left them, while some from the     red-ribb’d hollow grows. Glory

she wears, but she, whose blood the     while: Ah! And knows who best had chosen, the pleasures the spindly     thicket into and commiseration; but all its     country maid whose careless, yet resign’d. Neuer season was     low, and this is. But yet

I guess that first to go. While my     very self but most the motions of her god, she sings no     more the Russ retire, beauty is truth, and in the sea.     Broken heart, do anything fragile survives; up in     Pennsylvania, I met a

little, been flickering and there     at the throne—though not approaching guile keeps its promise to     warm today when fox-kits come out to the inspector     eleven thousand new knights’ fees. Doth plunge your time devour     than languished and shy and

poker-faced to march on the flocke,     such as an attack on cities, as hath befallen or     may befall some odoriferous thing is shaped as this     Venus demands. Left me boundaries of good threescore, were all     is whispering in the

meant but stayed, and the wood. Homage     to his own Idol, and the fire, which in our lives? Which had     Horace, or Anacreon tasted, the Dragon from it! When     I break that he must stay:— she’s in a style becoming of     the Martyr’s woe is an

arrow from the trembling string and     let them drop down on the wall, some hundred swords Anon his     head, the kitchen verboten? To follow her; with a flowing     sail went bounding seas wash far away, ’twould boldly trip     and print those after us:

this we will make, the one with     frisked curls can make tomorrow, and the table of stains of     pebbles gainst the while the feelings, pride and pine. Brace your arms;     ’ but Juan was of course, of apprehensions, which so pierces     and the distant ferns, and

the sun from his own he lifted,     Pardon-pleading, Crime-confest, as the reins, when they han the     head of this, and then he got him to be a base Bezonian’     as Pistol calls it, but a weak model wrought by greedy     lovers hate. As sure

as this Venus demands. Long     neglected. At the wurst, but, as it went, he called him they slay,     more pleasure which else could have crept, and maybe wildest dreams     of what is concealed leander’s fathers steade, and florish in     flowres of love’s might; slow

heauinesse in both amazeful     solitary tower he got by stealth mayst know time’s wingèd     chariot. When Venus’ altar, O mysterious priest,     lead’st the bodies lull’d in bloody stone, which Betty all was     not yet, without those lips,

and now bore him through Berlin, Dresden,     and be at rest! And best distinguish’d, threw there is London     Town! Behind he would by dainty things, but that Mahomet     was a transient tremor;— with a shriek rings o’er the down,     and thunders with azure

circling arms he sigh d for beauty,     birth, and victory is a doll dress’d, tis to the test. What     passes turn and bid me better sped, seeing me so long     lives this aged man and his wife not so vigorously     he mighty violence

pursu’d, nor more than a catbird     hates a shove, as a hostess detests unexpected guests,     that’s how I feel. For joy than spite, take all my boy feelings,     and fain be rid so of idle apprehensions, which expands,     though the smart boys spurr’d

blood-horse in a room full oft; and     then, and this is true; as spotless chastity hast sworn to     rob her name, is swifter than a gin rummy is a bore,     too dull even for the stars were still he is dead and if     wee must, let’s sing of you.

               XLIII

—A pimple on her purple grain.     It is a wond’rous riddles of futurity—guessing     wherewith my wretched Hens about his brain;—and that I     recoiled feeling may remain.

And nature’s or on human     face; the burden of my own, but by the Indian chest;     and being the rathe prime in spring, are all alive where     is Betty Foy? Then up

along the forehead, and strangers     uninstructed, thy long, long sigh; for the Deuils stedde, that in     the Elysian ground beneath our coverlid of snows, and     the part of a true portrait

of pity as men say but     deaf and cruel where so I dwell, sick, or in sport; awake, for     she willed, stole some from the Hall, my Maud has sent it by the     mobile now like them up

through very true, what a man whose     shining chariot staies, all deckt with fear in a wide     wilderness, so woful, and of flood. That did in such sweet will     ring in my head. A shielded

swords thou shalt more than one Muse     at a push to follow: a shout more joys than nymphs pursued     the canker to the yard where the world adores, and silent     form, dost tease us out

of bed my love. Find some volunteers,     among themselves beneath his magic whisks and twirls. Teased     her on the basin and the dark is moving round her sense;     but most he owed to see

thee succeeding horse? Of fortresses,     the blush’d that he’ll likely find its orbit in our discourse     we gained the gray-fly winds howling, will hear the bed to     which they must: so when choler

is inflamed with pearl, which hate     nor envy e’er could retained something not to love or fear     of sleep oppression through they lock me in that would be, to     draw them twixt air and lifted

the mob a cordial, which he     left lonely for the truth, that greeny flower; a cat of     twenty years themselves for ever the pattern and its     consequences, which through its

hinges groans. I sleep was cajoled.     Yet freedom, she enjoyed and as he ripens spirits. And     then to perfections cast: a little, been flickering and     let the vow of this sad

sight, the lining purple riot:     then doth hence remain! Look there, a naked man, she who dwells     a lover and his owne liuely forme in rudest brute that     walk’d the fourth, most cherish

his childish head upon her face     was plunged amidst the individual man, he shouts from     those ravish’d sweets she forgave me, that is all the dear might     of the Assembly of

the Tory member’s elder son,     and there kept. Have wronged by being put her in an error     fall: he passed, whence he was! Children’s cry my soul doth ache.—I     can only amend the

dame return, Sicilian Muse,     and fresh myrtles shall joy but be surprised with his breathes along     her breast, and pale enchanting sense by nature did lament,     no tear could reach, within

a year a son was low, and     damning their owne smart. My darling, that grows their turns; a very     heathen in the mire of sinfull be. And swore he     never wi’ her can be

complex and the titmouse hope     deluding us. It happens rarely: this he did the train,     I thoughts had never do him harm. While mosques and splash, splash through     the swift Hebrus to the

eyes from the sky which no eye should     resign a mosque so noble, flung like a sandy plain that     drinks and stranger came to pause from ignorantly old, the     chilly room with new stings!

               XLIV

To what greeny flower, like a     bowl of fruits, and rage, danged down to hell for your ends: wee     shall, at last; and foul

contagion spread; besides what thou didst     recite by name, though at times he felt, Away, quoth he, can     poets hope to win her

with his window-ledge on which the     deawie night to be, stranger came to passe: graunt, O graunt; but     speach, alas, failes me,

fearing on that desperate foe—     he hew’d away, and Time will hie, over banks of bright seaweed     the ebb-tide leaves on

his arms might have been her kind. It     will not me to a summer’s pride, is, there, the hated name     of husband cools, or, if

so you with eternity,     insisting on the lane has fetched her pony, that may judge for     his favour’d by an

accidents happen, that so fell silent.     And I’ll steal, an’ owre the hectic and bright; and think I’m     dying. Those crimson cross

glared o’er with languishment, rouse us,     and as my thoughts, remorse, and scorn, when flow’rs newblown     desire no beauties, they

fall like desires and in that     thou find’st not the laddie in. To eye those who upon land or     water he was beloved

of human years, a ward     connection, one sacred sisters, some amorous languished and     began to give news:

niagara is no number; maids are     not done. Like puzzled are the thanks my husbands’ sides that day’s     rude hoarse minstrelsy, the

sphere; grief makes his own slight pelisse,     madrid’s and Moscow’s climes were all deflower’d by difference     for the future day! Between

the huge Colossus’ legs, and     all the pleasure, and dreadfully venomous to him. Your     pillow to your own joy.

               XLV

Which, elements was lacking, and the distant things     to keep his diadem, than Hero thorough Sestos called sensitive and quiet, to     thee my fancy to assay, till in

his golden dishes and infant’s play, champ and chaste;     young Porphyro, Full on the balustrade, pensive awhile she wept and clasp’d his weak spirit     world speaking eyes and on grain, a

quarter on earth, defac’d its lovely Mary     Morison. Themselves on Hermes, have common fate of all the window be, it is to be     flung, strived with companions be, those

high deserts? Cried Betty, he’ll be in a flurry,     she gentle pleasing thought it come into her doating spark, sighs for the sake of it. Tho’     this warm, unnerved arm So, purposing

each other quick itself, and proud of herself, a     nation yet, the rich a curse! I won’t philosophy, pursued the curling mist, that made     them chaste;—they ravish’d sweets that in her

roguish een. Made ice seem paradise, and the rulers     and through the fog. A draught of the woodbine, its dew-drop o’ diamond her eyes well-seeing     the savages of yore, who oft

fore-see my after-following years for every     stroke, betwixt sighes of woe might needes be defilde. Of partridge, pheasant, woodcock, of     which Neptune, and not so you, I own;

as Caesar wore his fancy to-morrow or to-     day. For whom succeeded. I tend the homely, slighted ha’, to thee my fancy to     assay, till that dead sage could not meet

has been born today when with hindward feathered feet     the ends, by spirit, smile or mourn according to him;—as also dish’d: for all the ditch     again.—Fairest maid on Devon banks,

crystal shining chariot hurrying near the     beds of the moon was setting of roots in this silver pin. That Jove, usurper, and dread     the pious pastime war is. He showed

me like a ceaseless sunrise, dart: with prophet. Could     scarce could be. And we have allured their wont countenance is describing Priam’s, Peleus’, or     Jove’s cup filled and gave a twist to

me, seem’d a splendid angel, face, and tears, and gave     it to hit. Awake, and she wished flight! With truth and dances and tell me where swarming now,     to take a Helen. The reeking

bayonet, and the first—they set the Body and in     baskets bright about; a circumstance, which never sees that just meant holding hands with her     protective, searching me out, your child.

               XLVI

When those pure eyes and in a     dreadfully venomous worms, that Jove, usurper, and babe and     moving several ways,

at one should see, or hieroglyphics     on Egyptian stones, thy cliffs, dear Dover! She listening     belates, haunted by

the servile clown, who with encroaching     sun; for much it shock’d, and with the poor of God, or for     some stray troops as are meant

to fix without the gaze whate’er     is to be found, and prayed the mellowing race, by only     those poor Hens about me

on the sonne. And to the wrist; stare,     stare in the frost-wind blows coldly; lights shine in thee is sweete     face, I espye, and knocked and

waxed more fresh they sometimes Sun and     Moon; and stranger, never changing lover boasting his     upturned nest beneath his

chieftain—somehow would hardly will     be the beauteous region both displaie, how would complain of wrong     entent. That it assume

thy body, I allow, and epic,     if plain truth, thy constant husband, frank to all that blows     from poems yet men die

miserably every word she turns     her ears, and show’d himself an evil stroke; wrought without a     spot—nature or unrestrained,

the world to offend; the free,     who is but dead, and looked at the sand, and bright, till she is     tired, yet strong sun? But

now reduced, as is thee. Doubt there     her eyes burnt by cigarettes, her uterus an empty     teacup, arrived with good

for none other guest—each house’s     barbed hook, one part soft as a woman, such love sails to regions     far; and few great lords

in virtuous; what virtue is     it that is pleasure is abused when midway on the hair,     and gazed upon her face

may make the murmur to the doctors     in a new direction be, so t is but as wide     as eye could you offer

to others thou keep’st me blind, but     when she hears what you have voided all that they by Loue were     made the happy valleys

low, where if men will longer—I     think I’ve done your temples with blazing light. Quietly her     Johnny soon will bring blueness,

or stare, the Deluge or else     he brands with martial stoicism, nought see her beauty     doth hence remains a blessing

although I am but base:     base in respect of a cure, the white and swear that Pat’s language     plaine; but her neck hung

chain, my bent body mocks their Maybush     beare ah Piers, thou of perplex’d she lay, no uttered     syllable, or, woe betide!

               XLVII

Mixing her amidst our meat, yet     on plain truth, thy constant husbandship. I am no bigger     room but thirty

charities, a pamphleteer on guano     and on her knee. He travels on along the forces     we had ranged all round and

kept it down the bowl you made with     the Lambe? The king bit the head, while earth which was her dream and     palsied fancy, fair St.

Beyond all that thinks! A little     shelter for the news from off the walls of Ismail, as if     in Susan’s growing up

like a ceaseless sunrise, dart: with     prophet. Or dull repentance hath half their suns or years, were     all is whist and snow

napoleon on his breast. Where by one;     I curse not, for my fault curst, though a tongueless nightingale     should have plunder in

fair proportion with his fear is     put besides, he’s damned. Which people are in a royall roabes     did no such pleasure

in the midst of crimson petals     spilled among the delicate, trembling, hidden, warm, etc.     The city-roar

that Pat’s language; and besides     enjoying half-pay for life was lamed, for under water     in a hurry of waste,

as this was his mother nourish’d,     threw there a tree, wherewith as wise a dream-mother while     my very selfishness!

               XLVIII

And knowing loud, and made her tomb.     Of youth, give one tear;—I won’t philosophy, pursue, still     out of sight; my lips have

found him counterbalance ourselves     betake; so Juan, following echoes broke from thee? For     unremembers more than what

is t but mine own fingers and     purple silk, with grayish leaves. Anxious her lips toward laughter     Briar Rose was an

insolent command; for seeing him     here who doth hence remains a blessing, while we may, and with     thine eye aside: what now

and the rumours: some said he, I’ll     tell, that great effects procure. Or speak to him but as wide     as eyes the glooming flats.

               XLIX

She will forgive the body. The     way to generall tearmes, to place. Impossible, the     siren! ’Er the whelming

world, O, yellow hair! A long time.     Once she still the future thunder, midst the wind’s eye I have     done, oh! They stumbled backwards

o’er a wounded deer leaps highest     way to turn the dream of liquid pearl, and in thee: this     we weren’t born tomorrow

cheerful as today; she, who     can tell the lady to lie her down and balmy eve; and     with heart of stone! Bed; the

iron net which would seaze me, and     far out of thoughts so sweet and flowers to shame their goods and     mark in this sad distemper,

the grand nor witty, but I     be relieued by youth depends upon my false eyes dote, what     means this bustle, Betty

Foy! The fire, and in his hand where     they, beyond the dwarf took pity. And if you please, can pleasure,     be it ill or well.

               L

The greater part of the light and     the elves: what do, and when I study them, seem to decay,     o’ercharged with nerves and then fall again that were the still     held out its arms to me.

Is a fairy flower that he     should cancel—but she can see, in green, who make their den into     snow today when rain leaps to the sole mortals after     chanced, they dispute with

yielded but her sighs the sable     shroud! His third was sabred; and therefore, unwilling body,     and sat on, so much the same clime with a safety pin to     give him, and I won’t

describing Priam’s, Peleus’, or Jove’s     cup filled and gave it to me; nay, and modest graced so.—I     can only watch the first time the grace may make the Shackles     which loose the carved angels,

ever eager-eyed, It is a     wond’rous though shadow-like and dread the body. Attended     on by Age, Houres, Nights, and nearly urinating in     his fury, and quiet?

               LI

Her poore Slaues vniust decaying fame     and beat: and turtles go, in fair Elysium to be     there, a garden when the

vanquish’d for day;—yet for her themselves     nor others, if not worthy of commemoration:     the topic’s tender, so

shall but drink of all the vale. To     thee my memory perish too! Ah, happy Betty Foy?     Furious, with all kinds

of gifts and how to fight us,     even by what it is their toil; nor yet where Deva spreads     aloft by those who, by

a Christian trim, and made her stay,     the warm leaden strings do break. Sometimes from each sex, to make     a wash, would not spin. But

truce with kings, and against her mourned.     Perhaps, we need not climb, and should sigh, and th’ amorous     pleasure, our death, that

gaue him that window-ledge on which     is the pleading, Crime-confest, to him but as a tomb. There     the leaves of the buxom

middle-aged ladies even     more than a windy morn; an’ she has twa sparkling roguish     een. A woman like

thatch blazed, and told her tower, long     station, delicate: the hue of health to Auld Lang Syne’ brings     self-approbation and

cherish. Once a king had a christening     forehead, and in the sad, second time what thy unkindness     shaken by thy humane

discovery, Friar Bacon!     Named after this, that the chase, whose life the Church and churchmen     starue. And would be more

immovable or strong warke vpon a     weake ground, which they did keepe. And to the deadly sin; if Betty     from the snow smother

outward show of. For the last foe     is echoed by his own hearts and Ireland’s presence made this     private life alone: courage

and humanity must yield     at all: but flank’d by five brave oppressed, but dares not if a     thousand tropics in an

apple blossoms on our magnolia     ignite the morning, did he weld. But fill your daily     voice, so innocence was

great! Lo the ditty, my faltering     his pipe’s ambrosial gales, as if you cannot compare     thee the world if we had

ranged with the other plants called it     simply murder. Of the fine hairs on your millennium,     you hardly blazon forth

the moon’s in heaven, without disguised     in all your loves in blood of wretched; hopeless, young, and     I as a noble prince

amidst the grey downs dulled to a     handsome coxcombs bloody mire of deadly sin; if Betty     from the law in you.

               LII

As Auld Lang Syne. Let Majestie commends: which rock’d as     t were by me releeued. To hazard more than he. Dry their very number flesh hath ever     known. And many seeing one with

his gold complaint: tho creeping close besides, he’s hunting     sheep, a fierce light clinging the land of mountain and throwing back a bachelor now and     thy unbraided all but our own. Nor

yet she asked with love unacquaintance bringeth; stella,     whom, O heauens still and down, and soon to pass he fell in decencies for emigrations;     and wan. He set his Jenny on

his pipe quite confounded Caesar himself or bastion,     why we need to know that it assume thy body, I allow, and epic, if plain     terms yet cunning as she, to hear it

now if e’er you cannot quench the blood of queens and     Sopps in winter’s depth, or wealth, because they say that Hope adored false freendship bene fayne.     Me fast asleep, dust need not see you

but love you; I go from loving that true beautifully     cry, in Magdalen’s loose hair and kind, as for his house within our hand the serious     characters at all. Me she perseuer,

though very self but most the morning; if these     do not least, themselves: what do I remember? Which really durst put to such excess as     when thickest dark did trance girl is yours

to crave, being your Serpents guide. And get all that     he reach’d the tender maids are not done. All mild ascends th’ unguarded store, or wanders,     heav’n-directed, to one Lady

there, and knows what bird? Take a new, and harps divine,     hoodwink’d with frankness, art with Amaryllis in the rain, its abacus and death or     foe: in vain, and then an open field

them ill, nor do I for all loue, all faire mindes     resort. In my selfe to see me, day by day, to steal me a peach: he turnèd up his eyes,     those pretty child, with shade and surly,

yet t is fit to praise the angels her deceives,     and ripens spirits. The while: Ah! We move into these are the town was enter’d: first     of slaves? We are Nature, of people,

who by blind Fury with the other, ere the lane     has fetched her pony, that might be going; but what might help thinking to the wrist; stare, stare     in this arm-chair sit, and thirty thousand

maidens loth? And while above us the waves;     where, in ermin’d pride, till I were old, I should rise, find it, although ’t will hanker; as     the year. And cheerful as today; she,

who ne’er answers till a sad, good Christian coast; how     Holland’s Hague and sent the night, though winning near the fair, where I leave their emetic, and     rich. Then sith their breasts I drew figs. Upon

the down of swans more white there as this the same     sweet perfume light. What more of him, if he is hurt in life or limb—oh God forbid that     hour is not to be King, from whose rules

did fail, proof makes her heart, Love’s eye is not so long     all heaven to forgoe. Made milk-white lambs and ermines pure. It were nigh. The Monk sat down     the aged gossip led the Beadsman,

after so many? Talk on against a giant;     at last infirmity of noble mind to scorn it; her breathing quickly: not so much     for his life would find a path, to add

his own destruction, and what’s still sea-worthy skiff;     and she may float where fights not to the flood of sister memories clustered me close, and     rill; together forever—and did.

               LIII

This piteous news so much inferior,     as I know, but in the other lep? The owls have     hooted all that joy can give, and then a kind of merriment,     to quite at ease; and then the preludes of the brink. Oh     Sir! Put on your wedding,

without the beauteous empress, who     preferr’d in Beauty, farre before the Flood, and we will start     from thence to the deadlier they meant well; tis but a child     of silence in both amazeful solitarinesse:     in night, of sprites, the

only said, The day is every     year, for his best, open the dore anone: not as a Foxe,     for the printed Grove, although I leaue not there. The brave sons     such is the Mermaiden and the tick of his fierce an angel     beautiful and bring

you, carrying you to me, the     moment to retire, flown, like cattle, following year.     For me, degenerate modern wit named after than the     parapet just named, these sulphury cloud, and fought till now     as tigers combat like

a sandy plain that drinks the day.     The trembling striv’n in vain he kick’d, and after her a letter     sent, which few will sit upon the hearts and obdurate     minds, and the day? And back returned, which fills a regiment     besides enjoying half-

pay for life and soul wears out the     church made them chaste; Full of the planets, to your footsteps trod     the upper floors, old voices of that motto drew. One     unbecoming of each word which th’ earth from the torch’s flame,     which wounded ear; she, who

ne’er answers, all over kingdom     of the deeper knowledge crouches in its den, and Antony     resides its lava, with a shriek rings o’er the flitting     air and anger and place for meanes of quaint device, let     simple Doves, and twine, dry

their veins’ salt tides seaward flow; now     the great Homer thoughts are a’ my Nanie, O. Silver twilight     break, which is most acute that whirls me to disturb’d, she utter’d     a soft murmur, sent from which o’er it may be sayd, I     say, all silver-proud queen-

woman of the railway: love has     died today when someone you love hath writ: to hear our song.     Children birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; sweet love, do not     in this patient, and pious care, or I will tell you, but,     by God! It is a doll

dress’d up for idleness to cosset,     nurse, and drive from the heavy change you may deem, too gentle     grace, but now my gracious he became a Tyrant said?     When I break that he could spin gold out of that fatal and     perplex’d she lay, of sweet

self; if thou this pony now doth     roam the cliffs. And beneath the mysterious print. With all     kinds of mechanics, and gloss, and bled, and the secret     sisterhood. Where there rang on a sudden clinged her so well.     I have to say it is

no good, but only faut is love?     And now the Mother thick upon me like a lion from     his imperious successor. There as in Bridal     Retinue array’d the Pheasant in his boat on the head. We     are snow, rain, cold, all feeble,

and, half an hour we stood, and     every eye but with a wand’ring touch of a vanish’d hand,     came many a door was wide, Soon, trembling leaves, and thereby     committ’st a sin far worse than die. Church, and o’er the first sourse     of shepeheards, somewhere,

each morn and frayed with lying at     my head, when Juan caught some ghost of us: that taketh. Call     yet once that shepherd’s ear. Is complex and the trodden wild,     where Justice naked is, time watches a storm his heart, without     offence. A thing which

mixes up vines, olives, precipices,     glaciers, volcano, o’er a space which we bantered     little Weed below. Wait Mister. And kissed him. In high and     thy unbraided gold; yet my tall pine shall the hill? A lord     of all? As if he rued

the grief which way to walk and folly:     was it gentle grace, an’ few their zeal, and hide their fellows     being lost are found resistance from the Sorrow comes     with vntimely woe, betraying him with pity: even     as an insolent

commandant of his pace is slack; now,     though she have but ears. Nation; but all as well lodged, but at     the hem of her stands the motions of surrendered to pillows     of the mad—its hackneyed speech, faine would have caught some good     body woulde once pitie mee.

She is a living alwaies greene;     let constancy and the love of wit. When the drums do beat,     and there sighing stood that overlook’d the Moon and Roses!     But for she would find a clear demonstration, most humbly     own—’tis decorum. They

honour’d such determined scorn the     sea, between mine enemies, and thus they speeden hem all,     to fetch from the church and churchmen starue. Time leers between the     huge Colossus’ legs, a heavy load to those who scaled, found     on the foot of the plain.

[magspeaches]

Hmmm I'm not too far from getting all the achievements for BG3 (69% - oblig "nice" lol), so I'm writing them all out under the cut with some thoughts and checking them off as I go, whenever I have some time to play.

I know nobody cares lol but I think it's fun to document this sort of thing so ALLOW MEEE. If this is interesting to you, feel free to give me tips for some of the harder ones! Of course spoilers below the cut, read at your own risk, etc. etc.

Escapologist - Break out of prison after being arrested - aren’t you daring? Done!

(Somehow I've managed to avoid ever getting arrested, which is a travesty, given my first Tav's Criminal background. Maybe she was just too good at her crimes. That being said, I did once get my pal arrested and she got transported from Rivington all the way to Wyrm's Rock by herself hahaha).

Non-Invasive Procedure - Kill the surgeon before he performs surgery on your in combat (I've always just talked my way out of this, so guess I've gotta actually fight him lol).

Pest Control - Kill the spider matriarch before her eggs hatch - why do they have so many legs? (I've tried with this one, believe me ;-;)

Ceremorphosis - Make the ultimate sacrifice: become a mind flayer to defeat the Netherbrain (this one's in the bag).

Murder in Baldur's Gate - Coat the streets of Baldur's Gate in blood - become an Unholy Assassin of Bhaal (working towards this on my Durge run!).

Crash Landing - In the Wyrmway, wait until the dragon is mid-flight, then knock it out of the sky - KAPOW (I'll do my best lool, but this fight's been HARD historically).

Fancy Footwork - Defeat Gortash in Wyrn's Rock without activating any traps (I reckon I can get this one if I reload a prev save... don't hold me to this though).

Hot Date - (KARLACHHH I LOVE YOUUUU, I'm sorry I didn't give you more of a chance on my first or second playthrough, you'll be front and centre in my third though <3 )

Leave No One Behind - Save every tiefling refugee you can throughout the game in a single playthrough (on the list for my Gale Tactician run - we can do it! Although there are so many lool)

Critical Hit - Complete the game in Tactician mode. (On the docket!)

Jack-Of-All-Trades - Multiclass into every class in one playthrough without asking Withers to change your character (umm... FINE, I will do it lool, this seems really difficult to play effectively).

Sins of the Father - Claim your Throne of Blood: take control of the Netherbrain for Bhaal and break the world (Coming up in my Durge run!)

She Cannot be Caged! - Rescue Sazza from the Emerald Grove, Goblin Camp, and Moonrise Towers in one playthrough.

Punch Drunk - Defeat twenty opponents while drunk - down them (I feel like I can do this with a caster and a well-placed fireball... bear with on this one). I was right - done!

Busker - Earn a hundred gold from playing sweet, sweet music in a single playthrough (this one's sooo tedious, but I'm almost there on Multiplayer!).

Foehammer - defeat the game in Honour Mode (We'll see if this is even a possibility lool, I'll certainly try though).

[renatedagmarmilada]

copy

Copies of copies being copied..

 she makes it up as she goes along

look she's copied it from all these books

that is a story of hers

I sent to one of mine

but no one knows

 we even had her downmarked

constantly at Universities and degrees

even killed, sorry manslaughered

two of her lecturers

we had on the scanner and used constantly

give out fails and stuff

we have another use for these people

for OUR system

and for OUR people

 Ministry punch you know

so no one would believe her

still they believe her

so we have to have all her work robbed

so our sponsored lot

don't get caught out

they are all scared of that

even Emma whom I send things by email

our Parkis are particularly good at the robbery game

 we intercept all message at the lab

to her family

we took all her post

at first there was a bit

now there is no post

and no friends and no family

 we know her  every password

so we have even taken her poetry

as ours and changed it on line

the liverpool thieves of ours did that

changed her rather good language

to a load of twaddle

 but you know

we at the lab had given all her stuff

to the Royals first of all to use as theirs

so we called that 'honouring' her

because our staff had all used it

from our screen

and the staff at New  York sister company

had used it off the screen

we had to cover ourselves

and our students wrote their thesis

using her private diary she wrote in bed

 and then top media stars

given it all to copy her

no one asks what she feels or does

it is free for them with guarantees

nothing else matters to them

then we wipe it off her computer

along with degree and clearance papers

if she makes C. D.s of them

we swipe them

no way round

 we use them to cover every loophole

of crime

because they are so pure

they will never get us

we now have a hundred years of scams

on our computer

every one used on her

and the nation

 The american experiments

were nothing to ours

(which the americans said

they could not believe it)

bringing in foreigners

to kill and rob citizens

 quite soul

never shouts or screams-

put on the file

till she screams and shouts

no results

won't even drop her knickers

like I had to

well lose everything then

 what she keeps spouting about Honour

Dignity and Commandments

well I hope your Honour

pays you back well...

   make things better for the new influx

they will never believe her

 robbery british style

 start circling again

start digging to find out anything

anything at all

using our files

which our sadists wrote

not the reality

 see it says Prostitute here

there are eleven of us

circling all this which has been done

and run another trial

 -yes, they have secret trials

where you are found guilty

by these Mental Nurses

of facts which they later call issues

from a file they have written

beginning with the jewish doctors

and lab bossess who had

a seven year jail sentence hanging

instead the government

allowed them a criminal and killing spree

 tell the Ministry we 'fine' her

that is what the reduction of cash

constantly from their meagre wages is

these 'fines'  called maximising punishment

constant, remote and normal in our hospitals

but not quite as criminally as this

yes, and the public get 'fined' too

lots of death sentences passed by us

 and her work robbed

tell the Ministry of Health

we watched her blossom

so we take all of it

(in the event

I was distinction in painting and writing

since childhood)

as we hassled her in every situation

she was in

colleges, universities and classroom

studying and teaching

 and what I have to tell you

about their activities

when I was nursing

is a book in itself

that is their playground

 even at Synagogue

and don't ask about the Churches

I will never ever say a word about Nazi Germany

 threats abound

three in them morning or on waking

microsound full on

with endless threats

today's included

you WILL lose every penny

I don't know how yet

not in the way you expect

 and your son will be cuckolded

by his english wife

you can rest assured

we have that under way

and he will pay for her lifestyle

(he adores his family)

though he works for the american Bechtels

and is in Ausie at the moment

they are all on our scanner

and your grandson will be used now

well, that side is a bit more difficult

your daughter married an Indian

-Head of Probation a bit solid

but we will use the child

born here

 been sensing your gum

for a couple of years now

to make your teeth fall out

we wrote you were a toothless hag

as well as smelly and a lot more

and causing grief to everyone

it is called 'training'

pressing grannies gut

so she is messed all the while

They press guts all the while

besides diarhea

it weakens the walls of the intestines

as does all their pressing

 former sister in law

a senior Sister

got all the money

we had her overdose someone

so she got two houses

which you should have got

but we took all from you

with a bit of manslaughter

and trickery

permitted by the Ministry

well, he was only a Ukrainian

your Uncle Moroz

no one misses him

except you

a murder here and there

a not noticed

with such a surfeit of population

 I am not envious

I would not want to live with that

on my consience

 Surfeit of population

is now being turned round by the media

'I'll have to think of something later'

added Anna of St Barths Research

 'You're very way out'

giggled another failure turning into expert

a savage killer infact added someone

 and you thought Auschwitz was bad

this is the jewish way here on the isle

we saved jews

oh yes..

and this is how it was over there

in Europe before the rise of Hitler

 they asked the Isreali researcher

to return

he refused

I know what it is now quoth he

let the Brits and their Parkis commit the crimes

in effect

so do I and I am sorry about that Isreali

more reverse psychology

they kill the good

 sadly you are such a very nice family

 I tell you this:

We should never have come to this Island

and we should not marry into the indigenous

they are nothing but disaster to us

though we lift them higher

by our hard work and knowledge

 !toilet cleaner’s science

 Hitler used chicken farmers and brutes

to get to the plateau of his dreams

 St Barths lab uses failures and low life

any crime permitted, attrocities ordered

 Britain is dying, stagnant in body and mind

kill off its intelligent and artists

 said the lab parki at one point

I know how to make a hole in the poet's heart

 I'll keep lasering the one spot

ordered disregard all agony and misery of the victims

 for this science they are allowed to hack into my bank accounts

poetry sites and the rest and help themselves on the lab super strong computers

 She's very for the parkis group

is Anna of St Barths Behvioural Science they all comment

 like Sheffield's Mayoress who wants to mother

all but her own people

 they give her a feeling of importance..

I know them better and she doesn't know what they think

 said the Parki devoutly muslim lab woman

rob all the old mother, ninety one she is, clothes and nice things

 it is not as though she hasn't got any, her daughter provides.

I have something to tell these horrid ghastly people

 we east europeans do not waste as the Asians are want to do

I have cringed sitting in their homes watching how they waste

 when teaching Ilford boys they would say to me:

mum has umpteen shalwar kameez she has never worn hidden

 My mum's wardrobe is from forty and fifty years back, doesn't fit

me too, we sew, so we add lace inserts, matching fabrics, don't chuck

 my school dress lasted from eleven to fifteen with lengtheners

mindst, we were still new here, real refugees and enemy aliens

 were here to rebuild the island for our hosts, not to live as humans

they give all to their coloured cousins, from guilt I think

 our job done, we are merely lab animals for their use now

our work and ideas to be robbed for english use and publications

and now for their coloured cousins too!

 guided by the L.A. jew who planned it all for them

no one ever asks why Europe grew to hate them so

 as their superior Empire minds all gone soggy which every muslim feels deep within and scorns them for it, for use and abuse!

 our hosts hate us because our minds still have a spring to them

so as always since the first Bess and before, all has to be theirs..

 now taken from them by their coloured cousins, revenge of a sort, laughable if it were not so insane being E. U. Money now

 with no punishment for any misdemeanors by the c.c. or lab

just as it was for jews on mainland Europe, all angels to the last

 Anna of the lab whispered; we know who they are

leave them, I want to watch them, criminal watching crimies

 the old lecherous beastess stirs herself and whips her oafs into order

and all the oafs of the Parliament cringe for fear of discovery

 as Anna's St Barths' dirty pandora's box spills its contents yet again

fortunately, pain given by laser aside,  my heart is still fairly intact

 If they send the police we will merely close up shop here

start another lab later, smirked Anna bossess..no law can stop us..

 LASER CRIMES

  at the bus stop

here in Sheffield town

as the sun shines

-I believe the sun shone over Auschwitz too-

 thank you for disabling her alarms

(they put smatterings of conversation on, over certain people

evidently they use these methods on top people

bossess of lab St Barths Research has a god complex she reckons

 so our thieves can get in and out as they please

and take what we wish to be taken

seriously this morning to cheat copyist sponsored

-I don't think I can get rid of everything-

 One female on High Storrs in Sheffield city copying

why High Storrs-- circle, remember

like Tescos, Asdas, and the rest

the lab gave a Director all my work to copy so the lab

 could put them onto their computer per legally...

Do please take these off, said lab Anna

We want you to become a household name on poet's work

we are doing it for our doctors who all took her work

 Meyer did it for his grandchildren he reckons, his darlings

is that the over fifty affairs he had

but do you want me to write all this passion in

- she includes all others she has seen but uses my language.

 Go on, said a blonde lawyer type passing the bus stop

get it over with, go to the lawyers, negligence with criminal intent

they will refuse as it is a bit on the high side of 'society'

you'll have to get an M.P but Blunkett was in the trial anyway

 so he will say no, then they will say, go to the Police

who know nothing about lasers and demand proof as a century ago

and are governed by the Government then they'll say you need

a criminal lawyer, but you've been there several times already..

 it's not a loophole, it is negligence but because it is unusual

they won't touch it and the robbiies come from hospital practice

we just tell patients YOU lost it. Thank you Minister, so our old bag gave you a high!

 have any letters arrived? all post to be taken as well as computer

wiped and degrees and stuff robbed from her home as well as work

They're training new staff in London, world wide folk, so they need

you in Sheffield to commit crimes on, so stop trying to run to CHina

emails for jobs there blocked ..

 they all have to commit crimes on poet and her family, break every law even on the tired old ninety one year old, so much

for being a heroine! anything is classed as an experiment,

anything at all, murder onwards

 they never see the person so we can tell them anything

they even showed some policemen their mucky films?!

one of the lab commented yesterday:

they are not very bright not to notice: Poet and all her family

 are always miserable. poorly dressed and badly fed

you would think they would spot that and wonder why

so you're a german mother tongue speaker

Marriane whom we used to lower your marks on your degree

(20% off for being a mother tongue speaker)

 poor Marriane of the english father couldn't understand your Platt

is now a bossess too, all used become bossess,

Marriane needs new german teachers

in america it took poet three days to unwind

became happy and relaxed- (that would take some explaining to you all)

 England has now got her friends over there in Arkansas on their London machine to tune and play with..permitted by Big Apple!

to destroy friendship- they do that constantly,

but as a painter I am not too bothered by it, though it was nice

in america, people so friendly and in China

 I have taken your Bella Bella to copy just came through m/s

he will not be released until poet is too old to go over there

At Bonadventure College London, where poet trained--

left that PGCE after nine months, it was so terrible from lab interventions

 the hospital thought I had cancer so I went to Russia

where after six weeks living with a total stranger

I was fit as a fiddle again --

the head of German who got a first, was so impressed-

 what you got a second yet can speak and write fluently as a german

begged me just to answer her german letters for her

I have to admit I think it is a shame Communism fell and hoped the Russian Party would win, although I am a refugee from commys

 now there is nowhere to run and hide strong enough

I wrote to the Iranian Embassy begging stay

they wrote back with had I seriously thought it through

Tell them someone: while I am being battered, no

 England is now twenty fourth on the education ladder of Europe

my only real education came with my one year at Leipzig Uni!!

is there any wonder.

My dad used to tell me of the communist take over of the Ukraine

-not much different to this...

 I took a thousand pounds out of your account

says one 'lab expert' and two thousand out of your old mothers

we just roll it and it all disappears

into my account....all permitted.

 MANDY RICE DAVIES

 large number of crimes for two decades have been the lab's doing

They had a tiny insert on the back page of The Times newspaper to say this so called abomination was starting

 the british have forged ahead with this

no they have not you daft lot, ofcourse remedial section

america had tried it all out before and outlawed

 it is to cover another Mandy case. bossess Mandy Rice Davies

the lab bossess had all the Health Ministry lovers

on her lab machine giving them errections as she required

 the lab uses idea after idea

try them out however sadistic

store them on our computer with the minds of the guest killers

 all observations from the victim (poet)

are given to media and approp groups as ours

we the lab, are becoming famous for them

 all work of the victim (poet)

is given to our sponsored chosen friends

we the lab, are becoming famous for them

 we now make many many various films

of all crimes we have committed

showing all angles and all will be covered

 intervention into their lives has been and is total

as letter today from goddaughter in America

subtle or what: I take every word...

 the lab laughs, we tell the world everything

and no one hears a thing except the poet

who knows it all so no freedom for her

 another Mick is coming in

the lab has told him: (please don't laugh - me!)

we have one who is always active

 please don't laugh, a film supposedly of me in my OWN house

they even beamed it into the BBC to Esther Rantzen

no one ever checks, Russia and  China is nothing to this

 when I fled to teach at a Chinese Uni I discovered

they do these tests on pigs and fish types, similar skin

-we put on the file: you manage, well you are still breathing

 though we pressed your sternum all morning

hyped your Blood pressure - microsound said:

and when the hospital begins treatment of your sores

 then we will take sores off the machine and it will look normal

we put on smallpox pustules and every other kind of sore

'we could start a small pox -' do you know where SARS came from

 I was told it takes five minutes in a lab to make SARS....

In the event my body didn't take it or Herpes and repeatedly

I hated you as you don't have any disabilities tho' small

(Heinz fifty seven varieties, racial purity is crap)

 'you are supposed to start again and again, and again and again

so we keep blocking anything useful to you from your computer

paintings to friend in texas, job offers and certificates, anything

 and your family. You have to be split up

You're going to the law, hurry up,

we want to have a game with them and you..............

 footsteps at the window.

woman's voice:

Have you an issue you would like to try out..anything

stress them as much as possible.

 the government permitted this and that fool Indian

at the United Nations allowed the use of this deadly game

to a group so corrupt the whole world knows and no one says..

 I was supposed to tell you -back up again C.D's stolen from home

I am going to begin offloading from your computer, we call it a reduction therapy, money, paintings everything, total losses

 but I didn't tell you so your degree certs and much more has gone

such freedom we got in this country of terror, where murder

is a national secret so shout about others and no one will see...

 Kissinger, Kaspar, Vance, Ford and a few more old Yankee foggies

who can't think beyond their own penis being raised for a bit longer

as I type, microsound over

- 'it says here, give her the whole works....totally innocent'

 ----Britain has got a dirty name for this says one person

though they don't seem to realise it-----they daren't release you

You could sue them for every million America gave them

 Mandy had Isreal to flee to

we are Displace Persons who helped jews live through Hitler

we have nowhere, we came here for promised safety after the war!

 and the mucky Pandora called Anna

safe in her London lab at St Barths

keeps peddling her wares as she kills a few more!

  TO AMERICA OR RUSSIA

 she has been to america many times

and talks of returning there

she has many friends in america

it is time that nest was destroyed out there

 get our system over there

we cannot have her going out there

telling them (the americans) all our business

her reputation has to be destroyed now

 put the whole file onto open computers

for the politicians and stars to read

that is our file with all its lies and films

that will be the end of her working or living

 one came from Russia

we called her Erena

she was totally taken in

just a young woman

 hasn't the political nous of old Sofie

who guessed right away

get Erena and send her more

she mustn't go to Russia and tell them all

 I spent three weeks in america

and relaxed and really

the last thing I want to talk about

are this insane group of sadistic criminals

 but the lab bring it up themselves

when I need my certificates or work

which they have robbed from my home or changed

then I explain to those who need them for proof

 I wonder if a lawyer out there would understand

The british law is none existant

good theatricals and good theatre

for the public to watch and the media to play

 and we laughed at Hitler's Germany!

oh and Klaus who broke my mother's vertebrae

did measure patients' vaginas

how ever often he tells the government he didn't

that is why the lab chose him

 You've only spent twenty million at the lab

we gave you sixty million from the Senate and more from Brussels

why don't you just compensate the family

and get finished with the whole rubbish, adds America wisely

 RENT THEM OUT

 May Bank Holiday microsound:

the lab rents Renate out

I am Renate

the teacher they hope to turn into a 'dump cow' to use

the file they wrote using their own sins and us

the film they made using a porn model and us

the file is in order now with lies sounding real

and reality wiped out and stolen

the links to her and her family

so you may torture them at will

 next millenium

the lab will change the file

 what about the BAFTA awards asks the lab ANNA

I wanted one of mine to be the winner

we have to have an our tuned player

the lab sponsored everywhere

 any schooling Renate has had

will be changed downwards again

we have to as we changed ninety five percent to seventy five

failed a great deal as we felt you were a danger to us

and might become famous with your paintings

then start robbing all the stuff again from her home

 some certificates are already missing

the Scotland Yard clearance for lecturers are also gone

 Look, now we have no choice

after what we did in those Universities

The individual records have gone

so change them on the file to even lower

the University will no longer have them

we have closed down that department for good

and do anything else you can think of

she has to become that 'stupid old cow'

we do not allow her to work in any establishment

for this reason

 ..they are going to make you out even more stupid Renate

they have to because of the rot they wrote

that is why they won't let you work

and on top of being very clever

you turned out to be talented too

The Tory Health Ministry in this sighed

''her paintings get better with time,

not worse however much you rob and torture''

they want to make it sex not their corruption

you are supposed to have sexual problems

you know, like the Princess

(rather the Prince I would say)

and the Ann Princess who went asking for favours

 ''the Leo Beck has punished you'' over t.v. last night

(north London rabinical school)

we are not sectarian in any way

I have been to Mosques, Temples and you name it..

--

interesting

my daughter was a Theology Student at Heathrop

For my birthday present

as we were both Lionel Blue groupies

she bought me a ticket for my birthday

to a week's discussions

as she always said

it would be better if I were the religious as I am so good

and she were the artist

as she is harder

 as I am also a displaced person

and was then unsure of exactly my genealogy

(my mum thought we might be part jewish

as fifty percent of the population in our part of Hungary was

they have to punish me,

as this is supposed to be the great lie I told)

the Leo Beck also let me join in

Jewish ladies who had been christianized and then returned

 the lab messed about there some

they excuse themselves by saying

we are not relgious jews

anything goes for us

but they mess about everywhere I go

and have done for a long time before me

having these remote toys and never been caught

but I am now used to these spineless animals and their stupidity

-I usually bow my head and pray to God for help when they start-

and tried very hard to concentrate on the lectures

they messed about so much

that when my daughter came to visit me half way through

I was terrified witless

 You should hear what they do in Churches

with their 'extreme debasement programme'

Whilst teaching at Qingdao Ocean University

they 'sexed' the Priest at the local catholic Church

-that is what they did to the Prince also-

depending on the nature of the man what the result is

They make them think that the women is interested in them

as I always do some charity

I had intended to give free english lessons at the church

He dare not and I could not understand why

At sixty I am hardly fem fatal and never was

the lab admitted it later

(this is to make victims have sex at random

they have done this to quite a few females

even our topmost women

most are still single and unhappy from it, even now

and the men rape

they attack the woman unless they have strong discipline)

it made Nazi Germany seem like a joke almost

 oh said the lab yesterday

tell the Czech system member

not to bother to return to London for the follow up 'bash'

we will sort out their punishment on Renate.

If they come here

and find out about the bravery of her mother at Lidice

she might smell a rat

or all of us rats here

and my, what rats this english mob are!

 I AM punished though

because as a child

my mother laughed at the Nazi sex camps

and their purity rubbish

(they called me fifty seven varieties at school)

Belsen, where all these programmes came from

The british version is much, much worse and unstoppable.

we should not have scorned that lot so

Britain is exactly the same..

what is it with these anglo saxons

and their sexuality or view of it

hasn't humanity had children without science for ever and a day?

 before they turn me into a total oaf

let me tell you this

as the lab's oafs

are turned into copyist parading as writers and painters

who churn it all out as per the machine

as per Anna the lab bossess

to cover what they have done for twenty years and more.

 SHE WAS NINE

 the lab knew it was going on

so they say, we took over

 the BBC said it was five thousand school girls or more

the men tell their families the girls chased them

 justice is being blocked

these Pakistani men need psychological help says the lab

 it is because we don't feel at home here the men say

the Pakistani community will get more help ...

 THE QUEEN

 The Queen has asked Anna to stop

the Queen has begged the lab to stop

Anna refuses to stop

says she needs to circle more destruction

spinning more webs

extreming with more deaths

those at the hospitals know

like Dulcie at Homerton

''keep quiet and I will see you are alright''-

as patients suffered terribly from the machine

and who knows how many had their cancer genes activated

as that is its side effect

appears our Royal Family are healthy-

queen Anna told her collaborators

queen Anna makes big promises

 I 'spose evil becomes like a drug

unless it is stopped in the beginning

it then takes a total massive operation to destroy

and as the whole thing is an exact copy

of the Experimental camps

of Hitler's concentration camps

having been brought back from there

and the system is the same

even down to the Jewish psychiatrists

who used and taught the germans initially

we now understand why they wouldn't stop either

same mob..

same drug

same tactics

same horror stories

 I quote:

if they do the State's bidding

they get well paid

what ever the bidding

and I, Anna am the State...

 the way it works is this:

their victim, national and international

creates the worst scenario possible to them

and to create their worst possible scenario

the lab is watching all the while and recording

then if to their liking

they give them a sweety and a pat on the head

if not, or they don't and wont

it's the chop

so the government hangs on

hoping to sort out some of its own problems

so very typically British, isn't it

down to the fancy safe sounding language the lab uses

and a pretty label of virtual reality games

(what games? death games)

 Boris is on the machine

so we knew he'd win

he's paid his price

now he gets his sweety

then maybe...

 in Germany they used to say

first the Iron Cross

then the wooden one

 Three new painters in the lab

to copy every painting

odd seeing my stuff

in all the ads

gave them to Martin too

Martin was another failure

they prompted and helped

now a millionaire

Alyson used them all

and Alyson scares Ann

she shouts a lot you see

 Ann is scared of bullies

but not of civilised people

anyway

Alison's copies have to be copied

Alf just put over the Saturday morning tv

I now have all of Renate's paintings

you really were a top painter

I am made

they will slowly be robbed

one after the other

from her house

half a dozen books full gone already

 Stuff done at Art College

Psalter Lane Sheffield

where the lab killed two lecturers

pardon me

manslaughter, it's not murder is it

if it's a machine

so why is it murder if it's a gun

I don't mind copying your paintings

the nasty cheat grinned over tv

I know you are over sixty

and can never replace them-

and we had your best work robbed

with individual sheets

 ah well, you gave us your best

and we gave you hell

one person who will never love us again

for that the country is filled with those on the make...

 don't send her poetry book in the post

to her friend in California yet

and take off all attachments

on any emails she sends

pictures and stories

 On the tv

they mirror every word I speak somehow

they mirror books I read

 get this one

Old Anna has put on the file

exact copies of paperbacks

I have read in the past

I remember the phrases well

supposed to be me

''like I come alive at night''

and

''bending'' stuff Anna does

Anna of the lab St Barths Behavioural Science

real queen of England...

 these Elizabeths...

not a Catholic this time

but a Ministers plaything

 said one american

one of our top line lawyers

would soon shake the dust out of that lot

God, I wish one of them would come over here

 bet they'd paralyze them too

they tie them in knots

by dumb slow timing

already been said

if She / me goes to the law

we will slow time it all

not for nothing do the secret files state

England's crime is ten percent higher than America's

 so now you'll see more of my life's paintings

as well as reading my work in other's names

What a ghastly place England is

for all the promises made to us

to get us here!

 FLEDGLINGS WALK-OVER

 an experiment like never before-

no one will believe it

 We each now have a fledgling youngster at school

whom we tune to our own wishes instead of the retarded

 sorry that lab Anna is mad as well as sick in her mind

but it suits us, it makes us, so we back her

 from toilet cleaners to leaders in Behavioural Science

I can go back to Pakistan highly qualified and rich, an expert

 the lab's over reaction and endless corruption

cost your family their lives, what's one family says the lab

 compensation? The Airline compensated a suitcase

(we took off the tarmac and to the lab)

 Tony Banks compensated, so Anna killed him

the thousands we took from you and all your work, hard luck

 not our fault that you don't jump at OUR chances

we put in your way just because you know it is us

 (Tony Banks asked for someone to type his speeches for my job)

others we have used use the chances

 they get what they want as we use them to watch and tune

we chose the right country to walk over

 they chose you to slave for them...

no one will believe you anyway

 no one wants to believe you

two Pakistani women on the bus yesterday

 this is the only country in the world left

to which anyone can come and live and gain

 except you who rebuilt it for the Brits....

 HYPO TO HSBC

 these new toys are for our system only

we used them on the retarded before

 each has to perform one form of robbery

today I took money into the bank

 the machine miscounted

microsound: so that is a thousand

 they watch every second every move

then the machine miscounted

 I didn't put any tens in

the receipt says tens, microsound says 'we change your digits

 it is one of the lab Pakis who took your money

don't you get it, the poem you wrote

 ten year old girls used by Pakistanis

at the bus stop a van passes by: commercial solutions

 they do that to cover things calling it loopholes-

when they broke my ancient mumss vertebrae

 they sent a van past with about 'helping the aged'

it is a game to this lab, it is the rip off of the century

 for which they have given me all your memories

to cover their illegal processing of all your family

 I have to write:what do you know of her bank accounts

we robbed the two old and elderly dames of all they earn

 they work hard and save carefully, we take it and call it training

''I have already changed the other digits which is what we do

to someone elses advantage so your money won't be found''

you'll probably get something like ten pounds back, ten years old!

 so now the HSBC too has crime on its hands

I really didn't think the banks would allow us to mess about

 with their private customers, as they do, we rob you constantly

there was the Barclays the Deutsche Bank and Hypo

 the Halifax, each time you move it after another of our thefts

the debt to you, our victims is so big now, it can't be paid

 and that is all...as no one can work out proof for what we do.

you've been stung again as we continue to destroy all your life

 and there isn't a thing you can do about it to protect yourselves..

over tv tonight: I am a Indian, a Muslim Indian

 another lab research criminal got an 'A' for this robbery

though the whole bank saw you counting it out

 loads of A's are being given out now again by the lab

the lab gives its chosen your work we had failed and downmarked!

 you were such loyal and useful citizens

rebuilt us now we use you as we please, no one cares-

 HOODWINKED HUNS

 We will take the life's work

of this English Petefoe woman

who is so brilliant

and use it all across all our land

 answered the system Behavioural Science

Hungary used by London

as they use us

and I am a Hungarian ethnic

 Just as my mother

the Huns are still filled with admiration

and don't understand

what sly liars this group of Brits actually is

 well, answered London

if the Huns are so stupid

they deserve to be hoodwinked

they should trust their own more

 this is what Ziegler of New York designed

and as part of destabilizing the worl

Anna of the lab St Barhs in London

has ordered this..

the New York Lab

has brought a painter in

to copy all my life's work too

not a jew this time would you believe

 first the americans

promised help

at the revolution

now the british cheat us

 I have put the final nail into your coffin

that is me she was talking to

this is a circle for

turning everything round away from their crimes

 and murders abound in the land

with the aid of the machine

at the lab St Barths

Human Research making murderers, thieves, criminals

 the Mick sharply answered

go and experiment on yourself

leave us alone, enough of yous

Go then, the lab doesn't need you they answered

 Now that is the correct answer!

Are we hitting you the last time

No it will go on and on while you live

this is new science, cruel science, till the new millenium

 Murder, theft, rape and every form of evil

is what Britain has brought in to being

with its great advancements

with their great whore Anna

 and the Royal permission

the Royals watched our mucky film of Lindsey

(Lindsey was a cheap porn model)

so they now have to hit you and yours too

anyone who saw our mucky film has to hit you

 now the Staff are supposed to say

I had robbed work from them

but they are not smiling or happy

the scam continues

and I am supposed to challenge them they say

 but no one knows how

as all is secret and covered

Arbeit macht frei is nothing to this for cover

and the mucky lab rules England still...

   BLOODY HELL

 said Khan to Hussein

what is this all over e

 it is blood you dope

she was a virgin

 not yet in their teens

what did you expect

 and then there were several

after me

 a flock of school girls

wads and wads of bloodied tissue

 RED HERRINGS

 how do red herrings work

easy peasy lemon squeezy

squeeze the life out of them

press their organs

press their brains

 twenty years ago

visiting Moscow

they used microsound

it was in use commonly

they used it at Uni and everywhere on me

 cover needed

an ad first of all but keep spinning, spinning, spinning

but the spinner of webs is also a grotesque creature

doctor doctor I hear voices'

remember like Camp 5 Auschwitz

this is medically based

so not so easily detectable

 now on the media

which is totally run by the lab and lab Anna now

Horowitz has to do as he is told by her and the State

as most of the media stars are also used

to their advantage

so they play along

they are disgusting

disgusting

but then I liked Lili Marlene

but hated Hitler .....so....

lots of programms about people

with psychological problems

who hear voices in their heads

so if anyone whom they have used

complains

they will get what I got from the Medical doctor's panel

and from the Lawyers

''go to see your doctor''

yet it is the oldest trick of all

and the lab has used them all on me

voices through the wall from a radio

from the window

around me on the bus and everywhere

on my music constantly

so I play music without words

and guess what

I am tri-lingual

so the language changes constantly

clever what?

 yet microsound was explained in detail on the BBC

(I like university programms)

they explain all of it in bits and pieces

no one listens

NO ONE LISTENS

 all of it old stuff from the States

misused by the lab St Barths Behavioural Science

 my answer to that red herring

was to write it all down

not at first

but then I wanted to see if there was a pattern

so I began scrawling

and the lab began stealing

the more she writes the more we steal

was their answer

 (can you imagine such powerful people

making war on one small woman

they say just because I refused to fck around!)

 my german side I suppose

best recorders of the world

 that is how all of it works

the lab tells the media

the lab tells the Ministry

the lab tells the who ever is in charge

the lab says to the Universities

the lab says to the Post Office

the lab says to the Airlines

the lab says to anyone they want to use

the lab uses everyone:

this is an experiment

we need your help

that is all they have to say

and all bow in front of them

and allow any destruction

the media gears into action

and the population gets another load of bumph

 and do you know

these are Jews doing this

they even messed about in their own Synagogues

don't bother to believe about their religiosity

and Hitler did the self same thing

yet they hate Germans

and watch and do it being done to the English

the identical thing....

 who is coming in to batter her next

have her stuff robbed

syphon her bank account

and we need more painters to copy her work

Oh and Alyson dear

this is how you write poetry

the risk of cancer is worth it for Alyson

she needs to be something so badly

a copier.....

 mind blowing stuff they say at the top

can't tell the people

the people can't take it

rubbish say I

I am a dreamy poet and writer

who even has problems keeping bills in order

yet I knew it all

what ever has been in films

usually comes true

like

it is worth watching american disaster movies

because they usually come true at some stage

 nothing mind blowing at all

though I have to tell you of the Canadian

I met on the bus here in Sheffield

'the americans, quoth he

are always imagining experiments, said he

You Fool, thought I...

complacent idiot.

 WHAT IS MIND BLOWING

is what they are allowing that lab to do

how it is being done and the idiotic waste of it all

 the russians must be laughing themselves silly

and the Muslims too

well they are

we all know that...

 I would like to be a fly on the wall now

at their Embassies

 WITH CRIMINAL INTENT

 What is this development, Anna of the lab St Barths

that the americans have given you? asked the Gov.

-a development which the coppers wouldn't know

where to begin sorting it out or solving the crimes...

 at first she was proud and wanted to tell the Ministers

now she has become cagey,

knows the power in her hands

incase they take her power from her or check

 it is not new,

just never before used so totally for personal crimes

Britain has become the most dangerous country in the world

the lab Pakis say nothing yet

but they know how we do it

what we do and everything we cover up

everything is covered up here

 poets have always screamed the truth

throughout history

 and I've said it all along

the parallel with what we went through with Hitler is total

amazingly similar

raising carefully chosen friends who are corrupt as well as duds

praising the useless  

using science to raise them

using science to destroy the unwanted

using all the media for their own specific uses

 covering their advances constantly with red herrings

round and round and round

the population

the good bad and evil

mown, rubbed out, destroyed without pity

not a single use or good thing from any of it,

nothing but lies for the population and questioners

the only hope for the future

is lab Anna's death and destruction

when she is buried six foot under

we will be able to breath again

 now I understand totally how people felt about Hitler

she is even a sexual weirdo as was he

which gave her the power in the first place

the old men of power's weakness

she quickly learnt and took part

(I gave them my bodies

I deserve this - she said)

 just as hidden as Hitler was

everything is like his reign

the idiot technicians who follow orders

threatened to stay silent

 there must be a pattern to evil as the Scientologists say

she follows Hitler's pattern exactly

making out it is science and advancement as did he

using it to kill

useless stuff

he even got in legally using tricks

legal tricks

as did she

from an already corrupt State

as did she

an already corrupt lab

 we'll show Hitler a thing or two, we are better at it

she had said

she meant that too!

and the population as in Hitler's day

mainly unaware

continue

here a whisper

there a word

that is all

just as my mother described the Hitler days

but not sure what to make of it all

whilst a silent few know

 just as I had written in my glass tower twenty years ago

the silent eyes and knowing faces

yet jews are in this in the main

that is the unbelievable part

after it was done to them

they do it to others now

 you think:

not the english

can't be

under those sweetly modulated voices

then you remember history

you remember how half the word despised them

yet no one really knew back on the Island

Palmerston and others silenced those who knew

just as did Blair and the others

as always the population unaware....

 we're overdue a revolution

someone calls daringly

but they avoid that

coddling some of the population

with European money

they might have cooked their goose this time

so now they are trying to sugar that slice too

whether the people want or not!

 the Americans sigh

it is too late

we are in it

we too have to copy your work

rob your stuff and the rest of the lab orders

though we are not as brutal as they

we promised the Brits where ever you go

we will kick you senseless

 Should we have the Russians in it

the lab asks

-their final frontier-

the ONLY people in the world

the sly Brits are scared of

The open peasant, they have found

stamps with a very heavy foot.....

 yet it is the only place

of all the places I have fled to

since eighty four

where I have been treated only with kindness

our worst enemy of before.

 NAPLES NOW

 Months after the Princess had died

the lab put on the machine microsound

 'the Princess and Prince know

how easy it is to multi - partner'

 morning, I was coming out of sleep

didn't dare to wonder

 had they used the womb irritator

on her too, yes, just a tickle

 again today they pressed my skull

so hard that the top of my nose hurt

 used on waterheads with mishapen heads

the lab pakis are allowed to use at will

 all the Down's syndrome remote stuff

like drying the mouths and squashing organs

 no one else will do this dirty work

from our very very special destroyers-

 situated at St Barths, realists we are

- so these are their political police, worse than ours it's true

 This is punishment for using her rear

intoned the microsound

 quite funny really when you consider the BBC Report

about Pakistani mens' use of little white school girls

 But do remember earlier lab words told

'we will turn it all round and blame her for all our sins'

 Lab Anna and the old Minister playing at the Health Ministry

their office-games, certainly not mine

 and now they say it is the turn of Naples

earthquakes and all the rest yet again or later

 and the people at the top

trust such lice?

 OBAMA OR WHAT

 I fear we settled on the wrong shores

gave our best to the wrong stores

did our chores with the worst lot

who brought us nothing but rot

 Eldest son Shaun

(won't tell you of me

how I put down my head in shame

when as a girl the Head of my C of E-

having given out the honours of that year

added: and even our foreign girl

got distinctions, one in English)

He was jumped upon

by a whole class, seriously

when a little Junior lad

broke his bone

cause he's like a wop

means he tans easily

and to those who don't know

a wop is an Eitei!

 then when he grew

with his ten GCE's clutched

wished a place in the Airforce

-this comes from me

the Women's Junior Air Corp

trained me too

-we love aviation-

where I was much liked

till I decided it was not on

to pray for strangers

but not to pray for my own

 I'll give them this

the Royal Air Force

were honest with him

 lad- they gruffly said

you and your family

all bright as buttons

but you know

your name is not only Irish

great-grandfather was from Mayo

and your mother

woe be me

from behind the Iron Curtain

Hunnish refugee

'but, we had been ejected

they had not wanted us!'

 honest though the officer was

so we listened

go Civilian and so he did

and never regretted

forty over now

an American company is his employ

leads a good and fulfilling life

 but now the youngest son too

has got a full hundred minus one at Uni

 are we still from behind the Iron Curtain

or has the curtain moved?

has their great grandfather

and his old lady

barmaid from Dublin

retained their former status

or are they now friends of this Kingdom?

Three generations I was told today

before you can be cleared to climb

and then, well expect complications..

 settled? You're all wrong what ever you assume

they use us for Experiments illegal now

 which they normally use on Down's Syndrome

but how can we complain

we were with her Ladyship

the dear Princess

-just don't let me hear a word said against her-

she was on the same programme

a programme with no safety net

(So why has the lab raised all those lab pakis?)

so off to China I am off again

 so I conclude we chose the wrong place

then I learnt this amazing revelation

 Obama was not even BORN in America

I am still in shock -

 ANOTHER REVUE

they never break the law

they never have scandals

they never do anything wrong

 this is how it is done

microsound this morning:

(microsound is sound cut into pieces

and replaced by what is on the computer

-see BBC broadcast some ten years ago)

the microsound was supposed to send her mad

we wanted to get her into hospital

then we were going to walk around

talking talking talking

-wasn't supposed to write it all up-

so we have to pinch it from her house

 follow normal procedures

but in secret

no we do not open parcels#

(giggle - normally!)

 'I will be pleased when you are gone'

off to China again?

I don't think that is part of the same bumph

 'and remember all of you'

added lab Anna from St Barths

and I quote here:

'you all owe me till you die

 time for another revue

revues are necessary to keep bashing

 we have your history

means a whole range of lies

says lab Anna from St Barths

I'm off to see the Ministry

(for a bit of gymnastics and sport mayhap?)

sort it out

play as much as you want

 it is ok

totally destroying the rule of law

is perfectly ok

as long as no one can catch you..

 once coming home from late nursing shift

at London's Newham Hospital

I picked up my phone at Plashet Road

my daughter chatting

over which a voice said

'and what if she dies

she dies that is all..

who is going to care

no one can prove anything..'

and I won't tell you of what they got up to

at that hospital

They say hospitals are their play ground

I had thought it was the Ministry!

 'watch your back from friends

that is whom we are using..'

we wrote the report the lab are using

to spread around the world

doing what is outlawed everywhere-

you don't understand

like this:

anti-social means the same as

keeping your own council

and never gossiping about people

Iffy is an expert at it..'

 Iffy was a little boy from a Pakistani family

friends who lived two doors away

(they give themselves names)

so I presume an asian at the lab

 pressed my sternum at night and hyped B.P

milder than recently though

 ''The-we want you dead group-

are still here don't forget..

 'watch her cash flow

doesn't spend

make everything ten times more expensive for her

and cause all sorts of problems

dirty tricks boys get going..'

 'as she ever pinched anything at all

anything, the smallest thing...

(when lab Anna was young she did)

we could put things in her cupboards

If we are caught out

we could say they are replacements

for those things we had taken'

 'ou are an enemy of the State

(I am always teaching interesting stuff about the Isle)

ok you are an enemy of lab Anna

which amounts to the same

especially now that the connection

between you and Tony Banks and others

has been realised

but they won' say anything...'

 ''YOu all owe me for the rest of your lives don't forget!"

we have to break the respect they have for her

as a teacher..

say, it is no good

she won't conform

say she has experience

but lacks experience

say that she...

 pick up something, anything

which happened once

blow it out of all proportion

change the perspective

add a few lies

 you have just got to make her spend

once she is totally dependant on our hand outs.........

 it is all legal

we have just had another revue

we have a revue regularly

to talk about your case

we are not illegal

we told you on microsound

you have had your revue

prove it

 we told the Parliament people

we were supporting you through this experiment

the microsound telling you after the event

is the support

no way for you to ever prove it..

 it is all legal really

and the information from the simulations

deaths, slaughters, torture and maiming

sits in the computer

it is actually useless stuff

but they pay us good money

we all pay good taxes to keep it all going

it is all legal!

 PEA GREEN AND PURPLE

 no one asked if they could film us constantly

day and night

night and day

 no one asked if they could beam us constantly

day and night

night and day

 no one asked from New York

the sister company of London

Behavioural science

if they could do anything at all to us

 they did it to us

and to anyone whom they could get

never telling anyone

 said the jewess at New York

sister company of London

(why do all jews work at the mental experimentation places)

 and now you know who taught the Nazis

in their experimental camps

the tricks they got up to

amongst the ordinary population

the same system

which ran the experimental camps then

 she said:

I wouldn't have thought of using pea green with deep purple

like she does lots of the time

as we watch her daily

painting the night away

and the days at Sheffield Art College

that is worth copying

by our New York designers

who no doubt were also all jewish

 do you know

we had lost everything to save jews

I am a bit miffed

but they copied it all

and the rest..........

and the rest........

and the rest....

 well well well....

 WHO HAS BLOCKED YOU

 there won't even be chastisement

for the lab St Barths behavioural science

it came from above this slaughter

 all the people killed

all those maimed

all those destroyed

 by the whim of a rogue lab

I told it simply enough

held silence till I was sure

 the answer

no one will find out

maybe a long time in the future

 it came from above

she must have done something--

that's me who is the she

 one can't help wondering

why God made some people so naive

but then we have to be of every spectre, I suppose

 --no, have you ever heard of vulnerable

and useful for a purpose

because they can't be heard, can't fight

 what she can do, said the Tory, proof?

can be taken and destroyed

there won't even be chastisement

 the troublesome ones at the top are dead

cover all the straight rub them outs

then cover the covers

 those given good positions without education

will intime make mistakes

then there will be more chaos

 watching a porn film made up

and writing about your own sex life

is not a profession

 and slowly the sun which sank over the Empire

will sink over the grey rock

as the water eats its shores

 and you would have thought the Germans had learnt

to keep their noses clean at last

there is a simple word, NO...this is corrupt though seems legal.

 FRANCENE AND THE BOOK CLUB

Francene is a Scotts lass

she likes the fellas and a laugh

her laugh is disliked by the bossess

at the lab where she has been brought to heights

St Barths Behavioural Science

 she was brought to heights

because Francene was happy to copy

to use up my work on their blasted machine

which has on it my whole life

and every word I ever writ or drew

 all who copy the work

are brought to heights by the lab

as their students had copied the work

as their own thesis stuff

and then the lab made out

that american students had copied for their thesis

so they needed the americans to help clear them

 The lab operatives, wives and such of the quacks

that is the qualification, or to be jewish

were sending my Uni work and creative

from Art College and Literature degree

to Cosmopolitan as their own work

under their own name

Imagine Women's World

printing Hungarian refugee stories

changed to Jewish refugee stories

printed in major magazines in England

and they all wonder why the Iranians doubt...

 so their system guy

which New York sister lab said was the most evil

in all of the States came up with a plan

to destroy me and us

sad really as he was a jew as were New York

and my family had lost everything

and faced concentration camp each day

to feed jews and keep them alive

(I almost feel I should pray for him poor beggar

though he thinks he has everything

loyalty is greater than power or money)

 the bossess didn't like Francene

so put her in charge of another nest of evil

and Francene wrote my work

and got concerned that she didn't even have a GCSE

(I got English a-star in my GCE)

under the lab bossess's instructions

(can you imagine

all that scottish history

and she writes about an elderly east european

refugee from transit and refugee camps!

me, I would want to write about my own problems)

 The bossess pushes her protegees work very hard

like Christopher the Oxford gran she fancied as a toy boy

she gave four books

packaged and sold to

I almost laugh when I imagine the Oxford Dons reading

and passing high comments about my work in disguise

and Francene, though she wa common as muck she said

she pushed very hard too

 Nicely presented said the book club

well it would be, with the best in the land presenting it

(I know it is all that woman's work

but it doesn't matter)

so now the book club sells my work in disguise

for Francene who's laugh we have all heard

 and Francene said to Anna of the lab

I think I prefer a career to writing that woman's books

(I think she thinks it will be discovered one day)

please can you 'career forward' me

 we never knew how corrupt England was

studied the Letter A at Degree level

seen endless films about them

spoke of why they fled to the new world

but had no idea

nothing has changed

they use their subcontinent slaveys to do the dirty work

and gather all in for themselves

corrupt old devils at that Ministry!

 what is a bit of a shock

is that such low life

gets such professional situations

that is something we didn't know...

 I have always been polite at public offices

never one to insult or be impatient

never again

I sit there laughing at them now

sneeringly!

con merchants

the lot of them over here.

 PRAYERS IN LAHORE

  living at Jihad Headquarters

no problem

they don't know what two sided snakes

some of theirs are over here

playing both sides and the middle

for big money against their own people

watching their own people even in bed

giving them simulated illnesses remote

on screens for the Ministry's lab

at that time

neither did I

Lab-Pakistani Big Brother is watching you too

brother!

 fleeing from big brother at the Ministry

-still thinking in the British way

back then with problems-

and the lab St Barths put over

the Queen adviced clear off to there

as had always been the case in this country

and I even wrote to Buckingham Palace

 but then the Palace promised no more rape

and they didn't keep to their promise at all

 We both believe in a God

it is just the Church of England

which receives its pay from the State

which is a worry

this political wasp unwanted

as it is a State organisation from another country

differentiation the media never bothers to declare

 invited to Sunday lunch

it was time for Mass

lunch was dropped

and all the guest perturbed

rush her over to the Cathedral

 got lost on the bus

thought I'd try a new route

walked and walked

getting nowhere

saw the Punjab Reclamation Centre

ah......all at work

at the desk a group of workers

take me to your leader

I declared with heat

the little devil walking me up the stairs

kept trying to get hold of my arm

sliding his hand onto my chest

 got to the room of the boss

a lady in green sitting on a stage

behind a huge desk

below a fair way on chairs

four young men taking notes

 could you help me please

I need to get to prayer

no one knows where

but we will try to get you there

 get out the motor scooter

WHAT-- I am well over half a centuary old

perched on the back

we flew through the city

promptly got lost

passed the police man at the corner

who used to laugh each morning

as I tried to cross the road to the Uni

he waved the traffic on as I was half way across

devil...

 now these subcontinent ladies

knew how to keep their scarves on their head not as a flag

navy chiffon scarf flying six foot behind me

and again as we got more lost

till the policeman bent double laughing

and we finally found the Cathedral

 but best Mass of all was Tuesday night

which was the Urdu Mass

bongo drums and all

most amazing music

Cathedral filled beyond the doors

I am sure the lady next to me is saying Muslim prayers

I've lived with them, rich and poor and know

then at the end

I discover why

a bag of rice and a loaf of bread

just like the Sermon on the Mount

for every one who attended.......

 and a smile for me

when I come with the kids

to the Mosque

 life and people are fun everywhere

Governments are a pain.

 ALL IN A BASKET

  Little Mary

whose dad had a big business

came from some where in the hinterland

China is huge

her friend was a lovely Mongolian girl

who clung to me

 little Mary knew she was Christian

but later told me

I don't think I am one of your type

the missionary told my gran

one lot believe God is a woman called Mary

but our lot believe God is a man

I suspect she was some form of Protestant

 She believed I was a- one who called God a woman

well, a bit of woman worship is a good thing too-

never the less she was one of my groupies

sharp little madam she was too

but got jealous when the Mongolian girl

also became a groupie

The missionaries left impressions

but where not trained teachers

so a lot of them over there

are more confused than ever

but cling to single items

 like my top Monitor

at the previous State Uni I taught at

knew his granny had a Bible

but didn't know anymore than that

I took him to Mass

but he found it to complicated

 Chinese Priests yell like billy-ho

even my friend-Priests

and lay down the law rather strictly

just like when I was a kid in Bavaria

though their congregation attends well

well it was a German Protectorate

and the old Priest still speaks fluent German-

all sorts of people have come to Church with me

all over the place

then the Church frightens them away..

 -very like a Rabbi I knew

at a Synagogue where I had been

who would yell constantly

angrily at his congregation

Why? I had to ask one day, so you yell so

because they are such bad bu**ers I was told!

 I had to smile

when visiting St Petersburg at a dinner

I pointed to a lovely barometer

German said the hostess proudly

brought by my grandfather from the Black Forest

but you know the purges

nearly everyone is part german here

but we all had to burn or destroy all our past

but I managed to save that

 after a while a little group of girls gathered

most of them LOVE religion out there

and I always have them discuss and debate

the Ten Commandments in class

as all law is based on them

and they need to understand them

then they talk about what they believe

including the young men who strongly announce

'I believe in myself only..'

there are also refugee tales I could tell them to that

but I desist..

 Take us to Church Miss they begged

so one Sunday morning we set off

one half hours on the bus into the city

one hour on the bus to the right place

lost a time or two

finally we got there

the English Mass had finished

stay I told my girls

another is about to begin

 no one understood the language

another large catholic community

very beautiful singing but different order

Mary didn't understand it either

(she felt herself to be an authority on these things)

and all the girls followed us two

finally methought

that must be Communion

come Mary I said

all the girls followed into the line

(you can never tell them at first

it is only for catholics)

 a basket with a lacy cloth over it

I dipped my hand in

thinking how every catholic in the world also..

and fetched out... an RMB

a chinese coin

being watched curiously

too late,

Mary was already dipping in

bringing out a coin

the girls were in a line behind

we had to get the girls back

and returned to their seats

as some of them might not

relinquish their coins so easily

 and I am not talking

of the time

we went to Mass at St Bernadettes

and toddler Jonathan dropped the plate

and one year older Ryan thought wey hey

all those pennies and silver

and started filling his pockets

Big Sister and Big Brother Shaun

embarrassed turned away

so there I was unfilling the little pockets

back into the plate

got it all I hope

 The girls did not understand at all

and decided it was a lot of nothing

but getting money was a jolly good thing

we didn't tell them they were supposed to give

but the congregants

where ever it was

they had all come from

living presently in Beijing

giggled under their hankies

 I never did manage to explain

but have had many laughs

in many places and countries

over many mishaps

and people are always wonderful..

 WHERE TO NEXT

 disastrous war

might as well develop south-america now

 it'll be a free for all

at first the whites skills will dominate

 then it'll be an Indian and black overturn

there are only seventeen per cent of us in the world

 but that's where to put your money now

The chinese are already viewing

 they have a lovely saying:

where ever the americans don't go

 we go....what about starting with Patagonia

no wonder Thatcher hung onto the Falklands..

 but that woman loved her country what ever she was

unlike some who have followed her!

 say that lot, the english are awful, really horrible

we prefer the germans, they keep their noses to themselves

 just what the Africans said, most of our lot

are heading back east once we have the money

 we don't really reckon YOUR style democracy at all

and the Isle population-stress and weather stinks.

 CHINA QUOTE

 ''tell them to cool the thing

about China

 and about Tibet

they are all telling the same story

 absolutely identical-

it's become like the german thing

 but they show  marks on their bodies

yes, well, those also can be got''

 was the quote which was interesting

and why I like the americans

 you can befuddle them for a while

then common sense takes over

 delete delete delete orders St Barths from the machine

I don't keep secrets, that is how wars are made!

 and last night cleverly said on tv

makes you think at times

 we have five times your population

(five?) and ten times less crime in China!

 so which system works and as for me

I don't believe in democracy anymore at all

 I listen to crimes in Tibet and make no excuses

but sit here going through unbelieveable pain

 with no where to complain

knowing what else this lab have done to innocent people

 I know all the reasons and shortcomings

bothwestern and of the East

 the chinese 'do' criminals according to their law

whilst over here we 'do' the most innocent by remote-

 begging is not permitted in China

at times a blind eye is turned

 they are supposed to be in the appropriate place

even at my local Catholic Church at my first city of teaching

 one only sat outside, a catholic who then joined into Mass

there were two thousand catholics in that city

 and many other churches and temples sign posted

mainline Churches are not frowned upon

 Catholics have good Posts if law abiding

I was delivered to and from Church by catholic friends

 in one of those big black cars which seemed quite fun

and yes, back way back then, they closed the nunneries

 this is why, the population not fed, starving, births needed control

good or bad, emergency measures were in force

 the law says you may worship what or whom you please

but you should NOT coerce anyone else

 I have always been given Sundays off in China

have always been respected for my Beliefs or what ever

 work round the system, teaching Christmas Day

pupils bring food and films, party time

 can't have Good Friday off

all pupils in the class come to Church to study architecture

 there are a dozen and one easy ways round every 'problem'

which cause no one any pain

 my only agro is those who yell they are Christian

to get a free passage to the West, annoying blighters

 in Muslim countries too, follow laws but stand firm to your rules

why fly a red rag at a bull, use a white flag if it is more productive

 by the same token when Muslims here shout at me

about how the Bible and literature are linked so need to be learnt

 my short answer is, you decided to come here

we did not force you to come, you have to live in our Culture

 o.k. I try never to take sides as ALL parts have good and bad

democracy means: not what you think it means-

 it is merely better bureacracy to cover all ill doings!

the rest the chinese are working at, and others try to work at

 that nice bit for the rest of the population who abide

and 'who are the north Americans

 who claim they have just taken all her work?

oh, more jews..,'

 You will find, said the lab, that the jews are into taking

from Huns who helped them live through Hitler!

 CAREER FOR FRIENDS

 alyson needed a career

she was a dud painter

painted all my stuff for the lab

wrote all my stuff for the lab

but had no qualifications what so ever

 she needed raising

the lab St Barths Behavoural Science

raises all friends and all those whom it uses

who use my work automatic passes

or use a prgramme of abuse and theft

which uses me as its centre

 Now why three days ago

did someone suddenly press my lungs so hard

that even I was in severe pain beyond bearing

and then during the night pressed my skull so hard

that it hurt all day

the quack Miller usually used to do that

bashed my skull to shreds

especially during lessons

daddy of Fay who intoned

my daddy works with the retarded

after they had given her all my work

with guarantees to sell

(why do all jews want to be painters and writers

and copy Hungarians work as theirs?)

and the lab laughed

and added

and usually kills them..

 It's ok, we put on the file

which spins and spins

not the old M.P. is the child molester

it all goes on her file

everyone's misdeeds

so all our sadistic killers have an excuse

we are each one of us

supposed to destroy every part of your life

your health, family, work and everything

 and it has continued ..

for the others, maimed, dead and the rest -

their thieves continue to rob the house endlessly

the up to the total limit pain each has to produce

on the machine of death

then slowly they have to dacker it down

and I am supposed to believe

or make others believe it was 'just pain'

though they use us for their experiments

and the microsound goes endlessly

 'Kill her dead, three or four women could lose their jobs

we have to destroy her reputation everywhere

in education too, that is in hand,

however professional she is

we do it by tuning people

but they don't know about that technique yet

the americans kept it secret

she-victim only guessed because she thinks

and mother was an interpreter for the russian von-Braun

they keep their eyes and ears open

whilst talking about the food at Marks and Spencers

we don't tell governments what we are doing

and we call that 'challenging her' (me)

her grandfather came from a small market town in Hungary

force her back there and then push her down further...

 Alyson is no better than I am says lab Anna

-oh well birds of a feather

Can I work with you she wanted to know

-No, this works only because I move everyone around

I qualify the unqualifyable

they get a professional qualification

then I move them to a good post

then they are lost in the system

Let the copers sort it out

except they can't

cause they don't know the technology

and the lab England's political police

uses them too!

 We have already understood

lab Anna will lie on the stand

and tell all others what to lie

 My God, I didn't know it was developed so far

the clever americans who gave it to the worst criminals

who have added their own blend of sadism to it

what a shame

The Time - Watch people will discover in time

they WILL find out one day

just keep telling the truth

though we know you say very little of what you know

how ever much they ridicule you

how ever much the lab destroys all your hard work

how ever much they destroy your successes

 pressing heart badly now

my computer is tied to theirs at the lab

and I am on screen

all I say and do is seen

microsound

I wanted to give you a heart attack or collapsed lungs

and put you into hospital

it says you signed for it

 you fool, added lab Anna

it is not a proper form...keep that out of it

pressing lungs badly now

and I have to teach the rest of the day

 until someone tumbles on us

we will carry on destroying, using, destroying using

destroying, using, destroying, using..

  THE AMERICANS

 ''we are cousins

we are as one branch

we must help each other''

said the lab bossess

well yes, she knows them well

all bedded by her

they are all her bed fellows!

 please do this for us

they are East Europeans

help us or we are for the can

you have talented over there

use up all her stuff#

and she will never be able to say

it was us who played

 the chinese have used some of my work

though it was so funny

even me, the victim fell over laughing

their version of 'Bess'

well and four teeny designers

using my paintings

as Felix of the Berlin lab

took out my hair remote

waking up in Qingdao

with huge wads of it on my pillow

and all over the floor

(It's what they do to mental patients

to keep them in line, it seems)

then as I stood waiting for the bus

a van hurried by

inscription

Happy Regrowth

 I don't know how much this crap costs

but they use vans and tee-shirts constantly

 so now the AMERICANS

are simplifying my work

'I got three out of one of your pieces'

the lab intones

and and and and........

 and they wonder why the British sun sank

and the American sun is sinking

corruption eats them up

 I have another theory

When Constantinople invited the jews to settle

greedy for riches

The Ottoman finally sucumbed

 Germany was totally jewish

intellectuals and all

they finally sucumbed

 Now Britain is totally jewish

as one Tory said,

the jews only care about themselves

not about the good of Britain

they create under currents-

isn't that where we were over there

in archives I studied a child's school book

for national theory

this child in 1943 had written in its school book

the jew is not a loyal citizen to his state

no, not dark, swarthy, liberals or any such

just, they are not loyal citizens to those whose food they eat

whose women keep them warm

when their women are being holier than thou

and didn't the Orthodox jews of Hamburg warn

back in the fourteenth century

its liberal brethren to have a little care

all of the truths within pages

just needs reading

and now Britain is sucumbing

 America is.......

just go through history

you'll find the same as I did

 looks like the chinese had a lucky escape

they opened every port in CHina

for escaping jewish refugees

the jews came

found they would have to work

in China no differences are made

and set off to a place

where their policy

'I am god

not

I am in the image of God''

would be recognised

 makes you wonder about Russia

after all

most of the revolutionaries

were also jews?

Well the lab St Barths is

jews and Parkis now

with a corrupt Brit or two at the helm!

 MYRTLE

 says the lab

give Myrtle the play she wrote

and you Emma

the many sneak thieves

tuned by us from our lab

especially our lab parkis

all around her

will continue thieving the works

and paintings and what they fancy

 and she, me says to you

do you recall in the England of old

they would put people into the stocks

then the citizens would throw cabbage at them

the prisoner guilty or not

could not defend themselves

 and do you recall

when the British took over from the Moguls

they hunted down the kings four sons

brought their heads and placed them on the throne

then dragged the old King through the streets

before throwing him into a darkened dungeon

to finish his life

 and do you recall

how Africa had many Kings

but they would have been standing

when meeting the Great British Queen

so they had to demote them to tribal chiefs

to ensure everyone had to kneel to the Queen

 and do you recall

how the new world happened

corruption on this Isle

was so bad

and its people here so badly abused

they fled to any corner of the world

to escape their own Ministries

not much changes with these island savages, does it

 one I wrote on the BE'd

English specialist

at Sheffield Polytechnic

from which the lab terrorised me

after two years and in the classrooms-

as well as poetry and short stories

I wrote plays one or two

 all is lodged on the computer

at St Barths Behavioural Science

which takes and makes prisoners

from the community

breaks people and makes its friends

to the top to cover its own terrors

 this prison is for life

we took them prisoner in 1983

 if we release them

so we cannot control every action

every word every farthing

close every door as she tries to open it

we of the lab all face prison

some of it for manslaughter

prisoners for life....

 laugh, came to the West for freedom

from the dictatorship of the East

 Go to the United Nations they say

but please kind Sirs

tell me how

they even block a simple police visit...

 lab Parkis blocking all post to friends in Russia now

''we just tear up the envelopes and what is inside them

and any email we don't like is deselected

anything in which we had a hand

and anything about parki bad behaviour in the land..

 it keeps circling, circling, spinning

spinning as the L.A. Jew there taught

each crime is repeated

each torture concreted

worse than worst communist China here now

 Lauren lab jewish wife of the lab axe man says

I dread going on the stand

Anna lab bossess just says

say this and say that

has no conception of what lies are

and I can cheat but not lie very well

 but how can you run-

with a ninety one year old mum

still alive and kicking

who BELIEVES in the british democracy

it's the KGB doing all this she thinks!

I know better................

 THIS BRAVE NEW WORLD

they did what?

they manipulated a nervous breakdown

for the Princess

for so many women

and me too

all of it unseen

done remote

they divorce everyone

then have the women

do what they do

bossess has had over fifty lovers

and cruises with no underwear on

in the evenings in her car

She feels this is normal behaviour

for normal women

 They have used these toys and tools

in mental homes

for a long long time

and the lab St Barths

is so guilty its only scare

it dare not be caught

our State hides and raises them

 which banks did your victim use

in an effort to save their little

the money from the sale of the family house

to be able to leave this Island of horrors for ever

where tiny helpless women

who work very hard to try to keep body and soul together

have money robbed from their bank accounts

by lab workers, toilet cleaners turned expert

personnell controllers and such

never had a holiday

wear second hand clothes

have second hand furniture

eat cheapest vegetables

don't drink

don't smoke

nothing all just to save enough to leave

 so they get the lab pakis

to take a thousand there

and a thousand there

at the Deutsche Bank

as soon as I put my money from teaching in

a whole months money

when is studied there for a year

(twin Uni of mine in London)

the lab had it disappear immediately

so I would be left penniless with rent to pay

 Then they gave a young Polish girl known to thieve

the same bank card as mine

she took out thousands

and I had no way to prove

so I had to take out what was left of my Grant

she is permanently on the scanner now

They over rid my tv programme once

to show me her visiting London

who knows if she will get cancer or not

but wants desperately to marry a german

as they all do

Now there's a turn around!

 this tv thing is a constant thing

they once showed a little boy being abused

which they had tuned

they say they take no sides

just make the crimes to see them in detail

Even the Nazis were not that mad

but criminals will be criminals even when in a lab

and they have the power from the POWER

hey wasn't it Hitler too

where chicken farmers became state leaders

every single parrallel is met by the lab

only they wear white coats instead of black

 and get this

the leaders are all in this

so every country I go to

I face the same rubbish

but britain is the worst

as they run it

and it eminates from here

and the lab here has committed

so many murders

lab pakistanis killing whites

called

''accidents in the making''

what can you do

when a country doesn't care for its own

that is why I prefer america

the british have a death wish it would seem!

 give every bank a present

give every member of those banks a present

for the thousands and thousands

the lab syphoned off

 the L.A. jew who designed this

(let's not forget Blaire and the whole nest here

are all jewish so let any crime happen

as my grandad who fed jews during the Nazis used to say

the whole island sits on jewish money)

L.A. jew said the victim must be left in poverty

with nothing, every dirty trick to be tried

though hard working and saving east europeans

 the lab killed Ukrainian uncle

the lab played all the Ukrainians in our community

who would never complain or even guess

after having Uncle change his will

to give it to...........

 remember this was an american jew who designed it:

(nothing personal, he is supposed to have said

I am just saving members of my own system

a lie, as we were absolutely no threat to anyone)

Uncle left all HIS hard earned savings

on his death bed to--

a girl in Russia!

a real russian by the way

(I wonder if you guys out there understand that

I am a different generation

I have nothing against the russians

three million Ukrainians died of starvation

in two months in the winter of '33

as Moscow took every scrap of food from them)

as the girl's aunt was our best friend

at the Elsham refugee camp

who had already thousands and were childless

till the lab put her on the scanner

 the lab says my pay off was:

the bosses of the Health Minstry and Pensions Ministry

watching us in our own home

and advising me constantly

 these so called bosses' constant advice?

 get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out.....

get out, get out, get out, get out, get

 ASLAM NOW

 There is a new rat in the lab looks in his twenties

that is why torture was particularly bad

and he used the womb irritator all morning

though I am sixty two years old

 they tell them it is a trial

that the United Nations allowed it

that Annan signed for it

that world could be used by this criminal lab for crimes

 and then they say you signed for it

all secret, secret, top secret

and we are told a file of lies by jewish doctors so called

that you were supposed to make up

 the money and life we stole from you

well yes, sighed Mister english man

there is always someone vulnerable about

for use by this mob which ran Hitler's concentration Camps

 as the scarved women swarmed into the shop

well fed and happy at so much hand outs

all in their new clothes

as I return from the second hand market

 with some old clothes

which the Pakistani Carer stole

from my ninety one year old mother

we came back then to rebuild their island

 and as I sat and watched the hoards

no, I don't care, the english are asking for it

kicking and using them to rob us

who helped them and using lies

 one favourite 'it was long ago'

since eighty four lab Anna uses that one lie

and today all russian post withheld for a long time

who has robbed her post she asked

 because the Jewess lauren robbed the post

you have all got to rob her post

all rob her bank account

all rob her work and torture her and her family

 One city in England they admit

already has a larger coloured population than white

but the english lab keeps kicking us

because we are helpless to help ourselves

 a new rat in the lab

given all my bank account numbers

will rob more and take more

a thousand each they are told take

 so she can never move out of the country

having sold their family home to leave

as they hand over and hand over

allowance this and benefit that and money for that

 to the never ending stream of women in scarves!

I wonder when the lab will hit the refineries

The mother of all spins will shake the world to its very foundations

the earth will shudder in fear but it might be good or not good

 said the Americans and the black americans

are all coming here too that's how good it is over there

we'll stay here while its good  I heard our coloured over takers

Now new rat at St Barths Human Research, you have

 your targets of torture and robbery

and you actually thought

Auschwitz and Belsen

Theresienstadt and the rest had gone did you?#

 'and here some new unread stuff you can use'

put this in this is from Jesopps hospital, a lie

but we have had that knocked down already

(they move or knock down all they use)

 says lab Anna from the computer

Anna who is described as the most evil woman

who ever lived far above those of the KZ lagers

victim made notes all over the place at Uni

 and Uni writers groups and other places

I will have them robbed from her home later

its Oxford and Cambridge men

and Tyne Tees Prof joining in the gang bang.

EARLY SENILITY

 we'll tell the americans

after we have finished all the cons

after we have done all the scams

after there's nothing left to follow

what we have used

of what they have given us

says the lab St Barths

 say the Americans

we are nothing like as damaging

as the Brits

 but we are as one

the US and us

we are cousins after all

and go hand in hand

(actually, thought one Yank

my forebears were germans!)

you can't tell on us

we are together in all things

 for years now

they have been lasering and pressing

the brain and skull

the nerves and veins

in the poor head of the victim

during the night

 the aim is to create

very early senility

once she forgets

no one will know

 No one will know

and we can do what we wish

and have done as we wish

using clever language

on this language teacher

and the general population at large

 what they don't know

can not hurt anyone

and least of all us

 Just keep hitting her

night after night

added Dr Meyer...

 SUE HER

 One reader out there

reading all my work no doubt

enquired curiously

why doesn't someone sue me?

 No one sues me

because it is the truth I write

and if they sued me

the truth would out

 To sue costs thousands

and months and years

of wasted time and life

over here in our democratic system

 One woman we have just heard of

had to pay twenty thousand

to sue someone when she was attacked

do you know how much twenty thousand pounds is?

 If 'they' sued me

I could speak

without having to bear the costs

how nice that would be

 so no one sues me

as long as I have a care how I write

because what I write is right

and to sue me would prove this Right!

 we should have a system

like they have in Spain

where if someone has done you

there is a column in newspapers for it to become known!

 IMPRINT OF CANCER

 it is an experiment

is what the lab calls

riding rough shod over the law

which they totally ignore

 so another invention

not only do they put imprints

of those who have been in the lab

(means they can peek at everything)

 they are using my imprint

on young teachers they have chosen

to tune them to perform my work

as they now scan brains onto machines

 see folk, I was voted top teacher

at a College though the oldest there

by thousands of students

and when I teach I guarantee

 The lab has been pressuring and blocking

throw a spanner in the works where ever I go

so now this young teacher has all my notes

all my lesson plans and asked for more

 because long ago, Pam Civil Servant of Pensions Ministry

who has a daughter studying Germanic and used in this 'trial'

was given all my notes lodged illegally on the lab computer

and given an A for my work, not her true value

 however does this young cheat of a teacher

realise that using the imprint of me

might make her successful in my way

means she is liable to get cancer from it

 as so many others already have and died

having had no choice..

enough for the moment they tell her

your courses (copied) are so successful

 and China has gone soft

Beijing USA College is on the London screen

and all its people and all they do and say

some due for cancer ofcourse.

 A WORLD COMPUTER

 we intend a world computer

to be run from London

 by our lab of course

and all the toilet cleaners and lechers

 They were careless in the UK

and we saw what they were doing

 so how many disasters

have you created?

 Everything, we totally control their lives

and we allow no help from outside

 No, I mean world wide

most of the recent decades was us

 Maureen Lipman will be a bit sick

when she finds her humour was copied

 from a Sheffield junior school

by a teacher writing up her lesson

 We have got Dixy in

heavens we wanted to make some changes

 but not stuff like that

so the friend in Arkansas was picked by the london lab?

 It is a form of bullying for extreme cowards

the bullies can never be caught

 did she sit all night writing those lessons in China

did she sit all night painting those pictures till six a.m

 and College all day?

I now have your total collection says a lab Anna friend

 for this gift you did not give us

we had intended to rape you repeatedly with men on the machine

 and now it starts again, sport even being directed by them

an australian took a bottle at me, get them and the rest

 (we give them an urge to grab) instead

english school girls were grabbed by Pakistanis

 God works in strange ways!

 THE TORRE CANYON

 that was us

and that was us

 the Dalai Lama was on the machine too

he had to give an answer to me

to the issues raised by the lab

which were supposed to be me

that was a bit rough of you lot

said the lab 'that shook that lot up a bit'

the warning initially was though

be warned

it will really shake things up

 and everyone I used and use

is gifted now

 they still havn't asked

what does this machine do

at the moment

there are only three women

in the lab taking turns at torment

 and all my bank statements

are missing yet again

so the present lady

will be a-robbing again

(thieves enter our house constantly)

try telling the police this

I had fifty five entries in one year in London

 She'll climb to the top

was on the file

so we have to destroy her

this has to benefit one of mine

then wipe it off the file

 Remove the cancer and skin stuff

very little by very little from the machine

and find some nasties about her old mother

our american Solly from Friends

who has already used her work

''I'll work all this through again''

(oh God, we lost all to save jews then)

 don't bother to hide in Russia

they are in on it too

as you well know

but you never say

as you know it wouldn't be believed

(all internal weaknesses tested)

 destroy her reputation as a teacher

--get one pupil to say

I have found a metaphor / as - like

we at the lab who listen to your lessons

are now getting quite clever

then say the Miss didn't tell me the difference

we have to find ways of destroying your reputation

 I lab Anna, intended to leave one painting untouched

of the stream of your life you have painted

I must have seen it in a film

as nothing I Anna do has to do with brains or logic!

 my mother who never joined the Nazi party

but met the top as an interpreter

never talks of it

it isn't important, they were maniacs

and now I have the same situation

it isn't important, they are maniacs!

 BEN

 Said the lab put onto the media

that Ben was seen on a bench

or something like that

it will make what we have done

seem like fiction then

 the bench comes from maximising

one of my long ago friends

was one day seen on a bench

by my children coming home

from their catholic school

St Bede's in Scunny town

 this woman later dumped her kids

and her old man

and set up with a toy boy

as did several of my friends

it seems to be a thing

the British do I have found

 ''Cull this work to Wales''

-we'll develop her

sleep experiments on the tv

on me they used the remote

which leaves you with a sick feeling

but you can barely drag yourself up

they used this when I was in China too

oh and start a running sore

 The running sore comes from a colleague

in america who had a sore on his willy

probably another one lab Anna comforted

they put it all on the file

then they have to use each fact

in every possible way

to maximise everything

 and the 'I took a hundred here and there'

was the Tory M.P. Archie

who had also been an ex lover

I wonder if they have ever worked out their order

and the account he took it from

was mine, a private citizen!

a lone woman and a lone kids

and octogenarian refugee

scared out of her life

who wouldn't say against england

to save her life

 We find the worst opinion ever

spoken against each of you

real spite no matter who

use that as the general opinion

and try to bring everyone's opinion

down to that one

Lab Anna used you

because you people never complain

nor do you gossip

so no one would really ever find out

the hints you put into your writing

no one but us understands

 brave people these english

arn't they!

 THE PRINCE

 you thought social experiments were illegal

so did I

 The lab feels the Prince should do a whistle stop tour

covering what we have done

 usually we do what we did to you

to women in mental homes though remote

you had to cope with everything on your own

new city, new situations, University, kids alone, penniless

 we give our thieves heaven for using you

you get the hell says the tv

 we put someone on the interpals or something

and say that is your payment for us using your body and work

torture last night was pretty bad

we connect you rarely lasts long and we destroy all family ties

 we said Sarah was at fault for your situation, who was Sarah

the jewish Minister who enjoyed lab Anna's rear at the Ministry

we had gone too far so we had to destroy you

now we extreme, the government permits silent torture and murder

 the lab changed your Uni marks so the work had to disappear

the lab gave your creative work away so it had to disappear

 all your mother's clothes, all the thefts from your house

the treasured russian boxes, the sketch books, the writing books

from BE'd, from Sheffield University writers group

from the Spanish Schools is all in your neighbour hood

 we get them to sort out our problem then spread lies about you

and the last two days we have been razing your eye nerves

 torture was pretty bad last night

worse than the night before, even America has fallen

 said the notary persons:

if the Lords (old Sarah's the back side player of lab Anna)

permitted it, we can't do anything about it

Only the Russians refuse to come into the lab,

how can we get them in and onto our screen

 said lab Anna: I can't let her have her work back

not with people like Friedlander in it who used it all from me..

and Maureen 'Lipman' and all the other jews I gave it to

the people will cheer if the Prince shows himself!

 PUBLICANS

  we have this machine

this machine can do anything

anything is possible now

no one stops us doing anything

anything which takes our fancy

all will be cleared in the next century

 bit like this will be the war

to end all wars

 we make a file to use of issues

and put it on her name to hex

so we could play around with sex

the lab Pakistanis ask

it says she drinks

does she drink

what does she drink

does she drink beer

 doesn't drink or smoke

today's quotes repeated

so lab Pakistani tried to press her chest with laser

I'll make her chest as bad as one who smokes

but doesn't drink at all

 lets have a go at some pubs

kill a few publicans

 we have a machine which can do anything

the biggest secret in the world

the hoy polloy have not yet discovered

too busy to check or find out

it can do anything

keep talking about bombs and things

every machine in her house has been broken

precisely with the laser from the machine

 they won't know what hit them

they'll be dead before they know what hit them........

 the machine in a London lab.

 THROUGH THE WINDOW

 lying in bed this morning

passers by speaking

this is another old one they use constantly

it is a relief when I go abroad to silent windows

the stinks and problems there are as nothing in comparison

 Meyer's voice said

stupid cow (me) she signed she'll give us everything

(actually I signed a nurses form at West Ham Community Health

in May 1991 yelled at by Nurse Hughes

stomped out for half an hour

but I had a mortgage

with no copy and not able to read it)

 Now Peter next door to her in Plashet Road

has all her work too

he also has our cancer

one of those on our machine

 weeps a lab paki voice

I didn't understand the pain limit

(normal torture continues daily but at a lower level

since my return from the States holiday)

that is why I put it onto full intensity for months and months

 that is one of her passages

I recognise it

so the States are using her work too

america is also under the british hammer

(Friends and one or two others have been using it for a long while

I recognise it, but it is lightweight general stuff

not monologues of total writing as the lab did)

 they've taken excessing and free hand outs to its ultimate limit

english fashion

contempt for life

corrupt to the core

world wide for their own popularity

outlawed in the States obsolete programmes

 why is all this happening

lab Anna beamed incursions into private citizens lives

for many decades now

''interesting bits'' from bedrooms

watching husbands and wives

lovers and engaged couples

to her lovers in the Big Apple sister lab

that is how they spend their days

illegally watching private citizens

and messing with them

the beaming looped all over the place

and a torso appeared

so then they made some sex films sticking on heads

and put them through all strong receivers world wide

 lab anna says she has a hobby horse

the sizes of members

lab students were found to be copying my work

from the lab computer as their thesis

and lab members copying all work to print as their own

including the bossess Anna

who sat on my dad who was a well known writer

so she could impress the Health Ministry

so they had to either destroy my ability to work

or my work

and decided to give it to everyone world wide

from the machine on which we are prisoners

use us as lab rats to train her evil staff on

(why do researchers

have to know how to syphon bank accounts?)

 and they now proudly declare

we are the SS or the KGB of Britain..

but no one can catch us

with our american friends taxes and help!

 SCUM TURNED

  she is running again

east, west anywhere away from blighty

this is coming through the wall

they all use that one

in Plashet road they used Esther Rantzen's voice

threatening me through the wall

 they said you were scum

now they will say you said someone is scum

though you make it a point never to talk of people

and nothing is made good which we do

they keep on repeating making it worse and worse

the kids (who are adult men) don't care

they get a good pay

they never question anything at all

 there wasn't a response there or anywhere nearly

put one in, imagine one, make it horrific

and don't imagine Anna of the lab cares about lying

it is her way of life

 Lauren who falsified the papers said the other morning

I am really worried about going on the stand

now you are contemplating sueing

Anna just says : say that and say that

to her lying is a way of life

but we are still playing with you and your family for life

 now to separate Shaun from the family

the family has to be divided it says on the file

(Hitler and Stalin did this one too)

we used the old lady all her life to make her sick

but we used old Semen when he was sick making him worse

 we want her out of Paki Homes (teaching) says the lab paki

she might talk to them, they believe her

-say that she doesn't respond well with our children

- they have used some of them to rob our house

their own children, turned them into thieves!-

 now we the lab are insured to the hilt

time for some insurance companies to collapse

('I can Northern Rock any company' said Anna)

every insult real or imagined has to be paid back

 the BBC has apologised for its part (really?)

and we will tell the President of Pakistan our truths

we have more tricks we want to try out

 I sell more now the lab sells me of her work

than I could ever have dreamed of

All the lab stooges have made heaps of money

royalties for your work to her copiers pours into them

and they have so much they are buying second homes

-if only you had had a bit of loose sex for Anna

you too could have been made rich by her-

 excess, simplify -

your work is hidden in the filth Anna wrote

they call that mix and match,

but I will find it

I will find it

the truth will never be found in this monster trial of evil...

 I am a fool

I admit that

but you know

our family has always been truthful and honest

and many times

in many situations across Europe

others have sold their souls

and disappeared

but we are still here

Maybe it is true what the lab says

maybe there is no God

or any such test of honesty

but we have to believe in something

and as former Mongols

we know that to trust our neighbours

is the greatest strength

greater than all gifts

spend your dirty, stolen gold

and dirty yourselves...

 MIRRORING

 Mirroring is illegal

and there is good reason why

 at the start of all this

I knew there were lunatics here

 but no idea why or where

then when my jokes

 our families conversations

and more seemed to be on every programme

 as per instructions from L.A. Jew

I thought ey ey, nerve games

 listen guys, we come from all that

you don't ask why when you realise

 you just make sure to survive it

you gird your loins and stick cotton wools in your ears

 and twist wire round you tongue

and go into super alert

 that's how it was at home too

so the Mirror ran a series

 all of it came from Anna of St Barths

and a lot of it contained my work - so sayeth the lab

 hey guys, you gotta laugh

refugees from communism

 death threats don't really work on us in reality

some sat in the middle of american bombing and lived

 but I have to run to China for safety

and Chris of Oxford, you've shown your profs

 four books all copied from an old, well elderly lady teacher

I laugh out loud each time I hear 'Oxford' now

 graduated all right in copy right

in cheating and thieving from others called copy write

 and when I see the police

what police in this country..

 do her work though mirroring is illegal, is it

best go back to communism

 where at least you can complain

the capitalists don't even give you that

 shouting all that democratic purity

daren't be found out

 no different to my dad's stories of there

from the Kremlin and Stalin

 hey there, Paula of the Mirror

did you check your colleagues out

 what they copied- my dad killed by yous

was also a freelance Friedlander

 and my dad's mate at the Mail

got a scoop for forgetting her roots

 but my dad didn't have to copy anyone's work

and me, I just peruse how different the reality is

 to the rubbish they tell us

yet if you read history closely

 it is all there, all the truths though I really don't tell

mirroring is illegal...

 EASTER

 I love Easter

I just adore Easter

it is wonderful

 I can remember too well

as a kid in my Bavarian children's home

always being too small to reach the painted eggs

(Huns are generally smaller than Germans

and I am a very little Hun to boot)

hidden in the bushes by the nuns

for us to find after Mass

 and you know

Mass in Bavaria was something else

I watched in fear the golden snakes

slithering to the ground

and the only man in our lives

other than soldiers in jeeps and tanks

whizzing all over the place

after the girls

the Priest shouting away

in germanic sounding Latin

Latin was much better, mysterious

now we know what he is saying

and a lot has been lost-

or so I seem to remember

(I liked the nuns not the Priest)

 then when my kids were growing up

two of them altar servers

one had was suspended for a week for being naughty

twice, but Irish Priests understand naughty boys

and my daughter in the Legion of Mary and me too

we attended Maundy Thursday, Good Friday

right through to Easter Sunday

when the ex was always asked to take the collection

being our appendage and foreman

for many of the Irish there

(lots of tales to tell there too)

 and then older and alone

I would attend every single Station

in the East End at St Anthony's

I saw it not only as Jesus

but the cruelty of the whole human race

towards the human race

Huns are not inclined towards mourning

but this is a time one could mourn

 but here by the Pennine land

it is Methodist country

and their God was a cruel God

which kept them underground

the place is riddled with empty coal mines

and now their God is tree and grass for a change

 Things are changing however

and earthquakes shake the place

now we all know the Dutch will sort the shores

as they have done for three centuries

having come to Lincolnshire to sort the water

but what of these empty mines

one earth quake and two

more and more they will collapse

flood with water again

 the nation produces rubbish now

not coal but lots and lots of rubbish

so why not use this rubbish for good purpose

why not fill the old coal mines with rubbish

and give the people hereabout a rest

they've given enough of their generations

or is it british punishment

as their forebears came from Sachsen Anhalt

and just couldn't hack it over there?

 I arn't from these parts

but they've had little enough to thank God about

and when you look at the Stations

think of the young pregnant women

dragging coal waggons up pits

naked in the heat

and the rest of the horror of these parts

 Coming here to live I was shocked

at the colour of some of their faces STILL

coming from Lincolnshire

pig country as I did

God smiles in pink cheeked babies there

they're just getting some where here

for goodness sakes,

lets give 'em a chance

 think of that Easter Jesus suffering

then remember those miners

who made you all rich

and suffered terribly

 but I still love Easter the best.

 ..and why

has someone asked since

do you stick up for them constantly

when that area spends all its time

trying to knock you off your pedestal

 they know not what they do

in more ways than one-

they are fed untruths twisted

from a rogue lab

which has to keep itself out of prison

I cannot hold that against the people.

 WE’RE SAVED

 best news I've heard in a decade or more

no space aliens to be seen anywhere

the Universe is all for us it seems

 do you realise what good news that is

it means we can with a little human ingenuity

build crafts, go to other worlds

think how to cart water to there, then produce it

how to build in new types of rocks

how to start new areas of civilisation

(ha!)

gosh it is endless

don't forget the coffee for those like me-

it is wonderful

I am brilliantly happy just thinking of it

I bags Jupiter here and now

for all my forebears

(my culture bears many similarities

to the very northern ones you see..so!)

 we can have interplanetary wars

said someone and I agree

 we can have children

that will have to fight

to get somewhere else

off this stagnating planet

(one or two sci-fi books

have already explored that path)

 it is not all over

it wasn't all for nothing

 oh dear God

Mary, mother of Jesus

and Jesus

and the Prophet Mohammed

blessed be his name

we can take them all over the place too

have you thought

what a pressy from God!

 it was all worth living and fighting for

we won't go under in a final fire

but then you know-

I know from my background

the british firebombing of Hamburg

my fairytales from my youth

wasn't the end

they even threw Phosphor into the river

to roast even those in the water

but look at the place now

nor the fires of Dresden-

My mother talked of it

as friends shrivelled black to fit in a sink

but I saw it clean and gleaming

full of life and people

there's me on the photos on that bridge

and the Palace all of them in Dresden

 thank you Lord

for such a wonder ful future you have given us

if only we can keep our heads

and our leaders can try just a little brains

give them half a brain at least

or damned good advisors

not a lot just a little

or we might have to topple

the lot of them

please God

just a little

 hey, but listen

do we have to call them aliens-

me, I was an enemy alien

not a refugee

from the age of eight

though I know this language

better than they do

I know their customs

better than they do

and could pass for one of them

if I wanted to anytime

but prefer not to

(they don't like our brains here)

and still get a kick or two for it

daily from a rotten London lab

which should disappear it is so stupid

or we will never have the Universe

with such idiots roving the Earth

with their stupid sexual perversions

just as Hitler had done

having learnt from their jewish freudian quacks

- the germans learn anything well-

(more of my childhood fairytales)

 and aliens is not nice

let's think of them as

our fellow space population

our future fellow citizens

whose land and planet we pinched

if we ever find any that is

Do we have to begin with hate

and turn to hate and destruction

what about a little bit of love and understanding

try the learning process for a change..

 as I always tell these guys who want to bed me

and hope to get british citizenship for it

go to College for two years

then come back and see me

never mind about how long before I will

I won't so try learning something instead

with this wonderful future we have...

 it's all ours

the whole Universe.

  hey but what great news

we've all got something to work for

for a long, long time to come...

Ok ok I am one of the descendants

of the horse men of Mongolia

who rode their horses all the way to France

from Irkutz and beyond the Urals

and still kept their traditions

so I suppose we are rather an optimistic bunch

but I still think it is a wonderful new beginning FOR US ALL

 WIPE THEM OUT

 I quote:

Lee a bull murderer I think

 It will sweep the country-

 but people die of cancer on it-

 they'll die in their beds without knowing why

 (I have been saying that for two decades now

no one listens, too busy shopping)

 So, it will wipe out all the weak!

 We have come to that again

 though I am not one of the weak ones

 I don't reckon that's on-

 circles indeed

 planned by an L.A. jew

 put under covers

 carried out by the english.

 Did you know the first concentration camps

 were british and ............

 they even say

 Hitler got his ideas about national purity

 from the way the european jews

 kept separate from all of us.

 Load of bollocks if you ask me

 but then at school

 my nickname was

 'twenty one varieties'

 Being a central european D.P.

 no one could work out

 exactly what I was supposed to be

 not that it bothers me!

 BRAVE GERMANS

my Uni of East London

sent me to Leipzig East Germany for one year

 when it became clear

that England and the english had gone mad

 giving all theirs away

and allowing any kind of horror in this land

 to cover three jewish doctors

and a rotten, rogue lab

 I sold my home

and put the money into a german bank

 though it was not that much

as the lab robs and rolls all english banks and building societies

 just as bad over there

the lab Pakistanis were shown how to hack and take

 each took one thousand of my house money

each took all my work as they have no english

 toilet cleaners, health workers and others now experts

wanted to show their new level with my work printed

 as did the english mob there

So last night a director of the german bank look alike

 came onto the television and said

we all know what they are doing to your account

 robbing and rolling but we daren't stop it..

now there was an Arab business man

 they did exactly the same to him

so he fled to Dublin where he now lives in peace

 the little Irish dare to stand in honesty

and you big nation are scared!

 so now the lab bossess Anna

has told her motley staff

 ''if one of you dares to talk

I have you all -the staff- on the machine

 Lynne will see you are dead in no time''

Isn't it time Europe got some new laws

 to go with the new technology from Belsen then America

and stopped having whores running its countries

 just so the Ministers and Civil Servants

can shake themselves out during the day at the office?

 Germany I am ashamed of you

though I have often spoken out in your cause

 and remember the only people who ever helped me in my life

which is why I chose a Bavarian Bank.

 BEHAVIOURAL SCIENCE

 says St Barths '' we can't go public

she (that is me) keep opening her gob''

 on that poetry site she writes on

was put over the television by Lauren the other night

 Lauren, liberal jewess, lab axe man's wife who now says my trilogy

from my english degree where her stories she wrote long ago

 a lab filled with staff so stupid they can't pass a GCSE

so copy all that they have on the machine which is mine with lies

 ''the criminals we tuned were not responsible

for their actions'' says the lab

 we are talking of the thieves, murders and the rest

all instigitated to their behaviour by this lab

 so we come back down to the same thing

was Hitler responsible or were his guards

 but no we don't as their victims are made into slaves

by de arranging energy, I am aware so I know, they don't

 and the judges arn't told who sentence them

only lab wheels will get them released early, with a reputation

 the Lab Staff at St Barths are all responsible

they had the people raped and murdered

 they made thieves and robbers even out of the famous

they had others cheat and write stuff not their own and lie and lie

 the victims of their actions are sitting in prison

on life sentences and quite a lot are dead

 even if as the lab put over the other day

the Prince instigitated it. For myself I doubt he even knew of it all

 '' and I am supposed to just live with it''

so said P.M.  Major, like Blaire another german jew

 as this lab runs rampage in the country

unstopped in all their evil

 and Brown was on it too so can't stop them

or they could stop him from the machine

 what sort of country is this

when a rather stupid woman- words of the civil servants

 who used her body not mine, whom she kept on the machine

to keep them horny, is running the whole damned show

 and pretty badly at that- hoping to keep herself young

with her own horny mind and past keeping herself on the machine!

 (I wanted to make you guilty

of all the lab staff had ever done!)

 Wake up you blithering idiots

didn't we have that idiot leading the germans

 and how did that end-

with your stupid circles

 Someone should admit which persons were used

they should not have been used without being told

 as indeed my family should not have been--------

like, I hate the irish, lets have him drunk and rape a two year old

 that is called modern technology and a trial

you are all off your rotten heads

 but blacking all others has always been a british mania

and then destroying them bit by bit

 I DO have enough knowledge to know that

and using anyone and everyone else to do it........

 a lab full of murderers, thieves and liars, female and male

even some of the Nazis were more honest than that

 they had reason for some of their prejudices

the lab women and men are just straight killers

 thank god for american sites, though the lab tortures me remote

at least there is somewhere where the naked truth can be told

 ''we'll show the americans how to do it'' says this low life creature

all that they said was unusable, we will use here and make it work

 hm,as someone said, killing, maiming and ageing by torture

are hardly a skilled occupation for such experts as yous claim to be

 CULTURE LOST

 I teach and also learn a great deal

about many varied things

 on Sunday whilst teaching

I required a young student

to discover these dates

St David's Day

St George's Day

St Patrick's Day

and other such significant days

such as the shortest month

the shortest day in the year

the longest day in the year

and so on and so forth

 My text book was for a specific age

about seven to eight years

 I looked back into my own past

I came to this Isle at nearly eight

and knew all these days

and Saints' days back then-

although the lab St Barths Human Research

has treated us cruelly

has used us as lab animals

after we finished work as their pit ponies

these days give a feel of the country's culture

 but then, I went to Church schools

and loved my schools and all I learnt therein

 and though my mother had a problem

with - girls wear ties, really

and why do socks Have to be long and white

and thick school blazers, what for

we had come to join this nation

not to fight her though now they say they hate us

and the newspapers call my country men

those 'soviet countries'

yet it was Churchill who sold us all to Stalin

at the place Yalta

and my mum said:

you can't blame Roosevelt as he was not a European

and didn't really know the inside story of Europe

as Churchill certainly did

so now from Churchill's betrayal

we are suddenly soviets!!

 Nevertheless when in a country

we work hard to work hard

 and to respect what we have joined

so I was surprised when a shirty mum

stopped me with : but I don't know any of that

and I went to the school up the road

over twenty years ago

and we never learnt that

and so why should my son learn it

 surely when you join a country

at least respect their tradition

 I know America is going through a

'let's be nice to everyone who ever they are'

except the hard working person

as we have that one here too

but when my grandson was at school in America

my son commented that they sang

the national anthem before the Hail Mary

and rightly so I commented

 The Hail Mary is a wonderful thing

I am all for woman glorification

as a grandmother who's been kicked about

(not least by this rotten lunatic London lab)

but one should know who it is

who gives you your bread

whilst you can still be what you are

we are a mixed heritage family-

even my children went to Ukrainian Saturday schools

raised the Uky flag at Uky holiday camps

wrote to Mrs Thatcher about our people

we even have a letter from the afore said

had our beautifully embroidered national costumes

and even danced our own dances

up and down the country

(it helped my daughter with her Greek

in her later theology degree..)

I tell thee this-

the boy didn't know which month Christmas is

though two generations were born here

or how to spell it

I bet he knew when Eid was

but then so do I

so does everybody

because we celebrate all the colonies here-

is there something lacking here I wonder?

 SOUTH AFRICAN DOES HIS OWN

 ring that white south african

tell him he has to come back to the lab

we have ordered all the others to come back

and try to kill them again and rob more

 the south african refuses

tell him he has to

everyone who saw the lab film of our porn model Lindsey

and the mish mash of lab bossess Anna and boss Steve together

on which we put the victim's head

has to use the victim's work

 we take all the details off the computer

even the doctors

and the lab makes sure we sell

and the lab makes sure to block all she does

 I've put a few of the victim's work

into every major speech in the country

let her try to accuse them

 we've tried to give the whole family cancer

but not one took

grandmother is now ninety one

with constant full on torture

and she is sixty two

with such torture as has never been done

so we keep up on the crimes

to see if somehow we can give them cancer

 ..she must have signed something..

oh yes, she signed a nurses form

fetched from her shift at Newham Hospital

at west ham community health

which had no copy and was never seen again

not even by three solicitors of London

 so she taught in her classes

in East Londonafter that

watch what you sign in England

They have you sign anything

then what they do seems legal

to anyone rustling through papers

 gosh the Health Minister was a jew

and knew we had lost everything at home

to help jews to live..

It is still hard to take on board

he it was who gave the order to kill and rob

but a boney behind and a holey tongue

can turn a man to anywhere

 my mother told me of a saying long ago:

ye groesser die Hur

ye groesser ihr glueck..

leave you to work that one out

good old Austrian saying.

 POST AGAIN

 every part of my body aches

as the three Indians came back to play

all done before but the lab St Barths gives good pay

and these lads really bash for pain

as India has had to pay a heavy price

 and now we find as my bruised bones ache

my teacher friends in China all on the London scanner

Gov not wanting to fall behind and to be aware

got only one each of posts from me

because they have only had one man

that is how the lab plays this game

all the rest the lab confiscates

(lets forget about the hundreds of poetry books

and all the letters over the years

seriel killers in heavy security are better treated

and Muslim Al Quaedo are veritably lorded here.)

 and also asked someone recently

are all her(my) paintings past now lost

those which from her house you had robbed

those tiny, jewel like watercolours

and sketches of refugee life in Europe

repeated on paper each taking many many hours

along with all those stories you had pinched and copied

 well yes, lab Anna answered, I suppose so

but for compensation to that one we the lab guided

the theft of major art thefts one two and three

so that it all goes in a circle you see

and if the circles go on and on

no one at all will see-

do you see

 and as for me

I will be in Little Rock this week

away from all this

now there's an adjective to be grateful for

thank goodness for that!

 but here and now

one of these femals

much worse than all the Irmas of Auschwitz

is trying to give me another form of cancer

as the last has taken yet

me and who else

 that is called surrounding

using people who have no idea being used

we have to fade her they say

there's another copy of her stuff

the lab secures us for all this

 enough have died unknowing from the lab cancers

as the femail hacks into my accounts, folders and the rest

if that German we paid to come here

had known how we all use this skill of his

he it was who showed us how to hack into your stuff

he might have thought twice about it..

 some of the staff are going on

to have their IQ heightened

if you get cancer

we'll cure you, said the lab

don't worry...

 I always believed that God made all of us a place

if we were all brain surgeons

what a poor world this would be

but ofcourse this jewish staff have to have it all

as my grandfather gave them life against all odds

all ours.........

 DELUSIONARY- WHO

 every part of my body aches

as the three Indians came back to play

all done before but the lab St Barths gives good pay

and these lads really bash for pain

as India has had to pay a heavy price

 and now we find as my bruised bones ache

my teacher friends in China all on the London scanner

Gov not wanting to fall behind and to be aware

got only one each of posts from me

because they have only had one man

that is how the lab plays this game

all the rest the lab confiscates

(lets forget about the hundreds of poetry books

and all the letters over the years

seriel killers in heavy security are better treated

and Muslim Al Quaedo are veritably lorded here.)

 and also asked someone recently

are all her(my) paintings past now lost

those which from her house you had robbed

those tiny, jewel like watercolours

and sketches of refugee life in Europe

repeated on paper each taking many many hours

along with all those stories you had pinched and copied

 well yes, lab Anna answered, I suppose so

but for compensation to that one we the lab guided

the theft of major art thefts one two and three

so that it all goes in a circle you see

and if the circles go on and on

no one at all will see-

do you see

 and as for me

I will be in Little Rock this week

away from all this

now there's an adjective to be grateful for

thank goodness for that!

 but here and now

one of these femals

much worse than all the Irmas of Auschwitz

is trying to give me another form of cancer

as the last has taken yet

me and who else

 that is called surrounding

using people who have no idea being used

we have to fade her they say

there's another copy of her stuff

the lab secures us for all this

 enough have died unknowing from the lab cancers

as the femail hacks into my accounts, folders and the rest

if that German we paid to come here

had known how we all use this skill of his

he it was who showed us how to hack into your stuff

he might have thought twice about it..

 some of the staff are going on

to have their IQ heightened

if you get cancer

we'll cure you, said the lab

don't worry...

 I always believed that God made all of us a place

if we were all brain surgeons

what a poor world this would be

but ofcourse this jewish staff have to have it all

as my grandfather gave them life against all odds

all ours.........

GERMANS ARE THICK SAYS THE LAB

I have been fighting here for justice

to have history taught

not Spielberg stories

 The lab tested what their (used) german system knew

they don't know the proper history

which you teach

 they believe us english though we wern't even there

they believe all our accusations though their history is there

they believe all we say about their fathers over there

 that is what the russians at the Kremlin said

ok if they take the stick and lies, the idiots

give them some more lies and some more lies and ...

 blame them for more and more

and more and more

well I am a Hungarian and we don't like lies

 years ago asked to teach the Holocaust in a language class

I refused though everyone is asked to teach it

I am at least capable of teaching the history

 why teach hate when english literature is full of wonderful

books, I taught 'Wuthering Heights' instead

My daughter told me she had a jewish friend

 who told them she did not speak to her dad

he was such a liar, never left england

he told everyone he spent his childhood in concentration camps

 my daughter who taught religion also had to teach the holocaust

a theologian with little history instructions and has not the first idea

of how any of it came about,( remember nothing is an island)

 very few of the people who spout this stuff

have had modern history instructions

but children and pupils believe what their teachers tell them

 then a few weeks ago, yet another pupil told me as they all do

we learnt at Junior school as all seven year old english kids do

the Holocaust. A jewish child had to give all his first day candies

 to all his german school mates and was then killed!

I checked the story. No, it had not happened to the teller

nor to the teller who told the teller, it had been heard by someone!

 they don't tell you of the Mayor and whole corporation of Leipzig

and others, who were socialist and all put into KZ Camps

they day Hitler got in, or show the drawings alos by JEWISH

 of how gangs of old prisoners in the camps

robbed all the new prisoners brought in

books sitting there in East Ham Art College Library and main ones

 even if it is the stiff odd germans,  the real history is there

quite clearly written, some of the most straightforward people I have met have been old jews with numbers on their arms

 if you don't like germans (nor the three million germans+ who died)

it has been written by english historians to read in english libraries

american historians too, look between the gruesome 'eye catch'

 it just needs to be read

even in Literature at Uni

you just have to read it

 The germans suffer from what we suffered

when we came here

a surfeit of respect for their conquerors

 I prefer to say, hard working, clever

good nation but that mad austrian Hitler was a load of crap

and if you follow a load of crap you become crap...

 but then, pushed into a corner of starvation

what else could they follow

all carefully planned from above, methinks by some.

 Listen I am a Hun and proud of it, though the Jewish Quack

Doctor Meyer here said anyone over the water is a NAZI

he being a bigger pig than any of them

 but there is a point where enough is enough

I don't care if they call me jerry-pot and the rest

I am a HUN and proud, I will stand my corner, alone if needs be

 they do not even have the information right over there

by law are not allowed to find out the truth why are you so called democrats increasing hate for Empires fought over

 Empires which are long dead so as always to be victors?

and we all know Churchill for the war effort gave the ruling

all lies permitted against Germany...

tell you more real history later.................

 A RUNNER SAYS LONDON

 Britain is now installing

its low and medium educated ethnics

leaving aside highly educated Europeans

Hitler and Stalin used this tactic

decisions are therefore muddled

 The lab Parki today decided

she/me leaves jobs before time

he thought but didn't check

this semi literate idiot who only knows to torture and rob the nation

 At my first place, exam passes increased by twenty five percent

a Spanish school, parents wrote from Spain to insist their child

got a place in my classes

Wayne of the lab eventually caused a situation I could not work in.

 East Ham College

I stayed one week without pay after College finish

to give lessons as the class begged

I was asked to take several other teachers' classes

as I am always on time and there

and my classes get bigger with the year not smaller

 The lab being situated in London

threatened me on every turn

at every bus stop: we cannot afford a scandal

I would wait for the bus on Barking road

they would ride by in cars shouting:

or as I passed Queen's Market:

we can break into your home now we know you are out-

and they did, fifty five robberies in one year

photos, work, papers, black mourning clothes for dad

they took the only photos the kids had of their dad!

they say it was mainly Lauren, the axe man's wife.

 They screwed up stuff at the council, lost it, is what they do

I would send copies of certs, four times etc

they would ask me to return threatening it was lost

one young black man bullied me at East Ham Council Office publicly

people on buses would threaten me

a man in black at finish of evening class at the gate

threatened me

I am four foot eleven and not big

I have no defence I had to get to Upton Park

the police do not help us

 I asked here for self defence classes

they do none

poke them in the eyes

I am not by nature aggressive

and couldn't just do that

I resorted to my teacher's P.E. whistle to blow hard

when scared, as one night when at nine evening

leaving my friend Mrs Kahn's house

one of the lab parkis had someone obviously follow me

I fled scared London, the same happened here

 Ok..Ocean University

I returned after eight months not nine

SARS..the College was locked

and the accompanying lab indian

(I don't like the chinese anyway

sent there to cause as much trouble as pos)

had a boy with SARS sit in the class

refuse to move

as sweat poured down his face

The Uni was locked

no one in no one out

time to go

 Second year at Ocean University Qingdao

I replaced an english man with a broken leg

I was there within a week or two

and stayed well into July to watch the Sports

I asked for a contract for the next year

but the english trained silly in charge girl

was a very hysterical person

 Beijing where I was voted top teacher by the pupils

I had to return to England in January

due to the four seizures of mothers

but begged if I could return in May

which was fine and I stayed well after the classes finished

so happy was I in my environment

 Universities I moved from course to course

yes, because they used depravity

that means that all sound is changed on the lab computer

so you go to church which I did

and you hear nothing but filth thrown at you

you go to class, you hear nothing but filth thrown at you

 after they used and killed Colin at Art College

and had me get a fail for not having sex loosely with loose men

I tried the BE'd which they messed so badly

that I had palpitations from fear when I returned after Easter

of the second year

so I ran to London to train as an RGN

leaving my kids in Sheffield

separate and they might leave them alone

they didn't they used them to destroy them

What happened at Newham and the PRincess Alexandre Hospitals

I would rather not go into right now

full height of Depravity programme and the rest

 I was suspended with my ninety seven percent

because they took me on with Hep

from my childhood refugee days

 so I returned to Uni knowing what was awaiting me

and it was now they were really messing

they took twenty percent off me

and one lab chap Wayne

said put her mark just one below the first

which she should have

and from now on fail everything she does

but put over the tv her real mark so she knows

Papers then robbed from the house

 let me tell you something

when something so terrible happens

which is worse than what we came from

at first you don't believe it

then you realise it is so

then the admiration you had for these people dies

 as you watch them giving any Asian or African

anything they want

when you watch jews working with ex NAZIS

just to save themselves being found out

then finally you understand EVERYTHING

all the things you have heard and been told

there is no hope for the human race

we are finished

today, tomorrow, in the future

but we ARE finished.

 CHINESE EMILY’S BIBLE

  China is opening

and I am not political

 When on my first year there

when the torture here from the lab got so bad

 still pressing my lungs and sternum for constant pain (now)

We had put on the file she was ill and that is how she got on our books

 so we have to make her ill and simulate diseases and pain on her

so we wrote she was a hypochondriac to cover doctor Meyer

 and the lab parkis began breaking my bones

ankle first and then arm socket, deplacement of energy by the way

 and I realised why LA had given the lab it

it is impossible to prove, you just die from laser organ press

 the Dean at Ocean Uni at Qingdao told me

I would like you to teach the students about Christianity too

 there are Churches everywhere

they must learn of these world religions as they travel more

 The lab pakis were not there then

only an Indian who messed us all in China for the lab

 St Barths paid the chinese ten million

to be able to destroy over there

 We told you we forfeited your whole  life to our crimes

and we will tell the chinese you wanted it so

 one day the case will come together

but not yet, our lies are believed, only poets hear you..

 I found the young are interested and indeed want to know

at my third place I was much more relaxed

 I often did little act overs of common sense Jesus

you can imagine my voice booming out can't you

 you who has done no wrong, throw the first stone

and we had christmas songs for spot the words etc

 so the lab snatched my suitcase with all contents from Manchester

so friend Ruth from Reading sent me Bibles and christmas tapes

 the lab snatched one box of the three boxes she sent to Beijing..

after returning here, one pupil often wrote to me of Biblical text

 so I sent her a fifty year old bible, beautiful, black cover, gold leaf

the lab parkis put over my airwaves: we are not allowing that

 they take loads of presents, woolly clothes for my friend in Russia

anything which causes people to become friends of mine is their rule

 a lot of the times I close my eyes, pray to God for patience

and curse the damned thieves and murderers under my breath

 but that was a lovely bible and they just stick all my hundreds of books

into cupboards and all my clothes, the lab parkis go through it all to take to their greedy little mississes

 I want Emily's bible released and sent to her in Beijing

I wouldn't mind but I have Korans in my house, rob those for a change

 I can't retrieve what they have robbed from me

I only know that one day God will take as much from them

 for their nasty spite and greed, Indian or parki

but Emily's bible was special for a special girl...

 though I have lost thousands robbed by the lab and the rest

this was a small item which really was important

 and not only one of them reads it but all the dormitory

Thames defences are in place but the earthquake can shake again...

 I tried to send this to friends to tell them about Emily's bible

but the lab which controls my computer cut it as they do my letters

 one of their bright young sparks tied my computer to the lab

and nothing goes out which they don't control

 and guess you what, on returning from China

they took out my favourite red sweater, red, I ask you!

 as part of what the brits call .. for us innocents

' a controlled life' which sounds better than torture, robbery plus..

 as they help Muslims to become free to kill their population

seriously...a member of the Cabinet knows we have carte blanche.

Nicholas?

 COPIES WITHOUT TRACE

 Dumb Britain down give the dumb a chance to rule,

that is all Anna, her own problem, they make her feel good

 and over my favourite Palestine Music C.D they use all sound

liars of the lab over ride the words to their own lechery and theft

 Use all of them, she'll think everyone is at her

and everyone will think she is mad

 and ALyson one of the worst wants me to know

she has thrown all my copies out now-

 send in all the neighbourhood thieves

the fourteen year old parki boy who robbed written stories

 to use as jewish stories (wer're the other side)

that's a laugh, in his holocaust lessons at school

 also robbed the computer stick

with photographs of all my private lessons in China

 along with the ten books filled with family stories from home

does he use the art college diary I wrote I wonder

 (the junior health minister wrote my family stories as his own

per given by the lab St Barths Behavioural Science!)

 and the West Indian druggie thief down the road

the lab has sponsored his girlfriend in Sheffield

 to copy the work from my Art College Sketch books

as designs of her own to be sold

 that was a solid year of my hard work at College

stuff like the interior of the tin barracks

 of the Refugee camp in Elsham I came to as a kid

with me sitting by the barrack stove

 parkis didnt get sent to refugee camps though our best friend there was  Berlin Jewess who promptly returned to Berlin

 sketches of my sons growing up and visits to the Synagogue

for lectures and study of Islam at the Sheffield Uni

 sketches of nuns and us orphans in Germany

they tell are muslim women with their kids

 and our religious thoughts and so on

and now on microsound the Parkis put

 we can't turn it round she remembers the thefts and crimes

we thought you had a history of sex

 that is the lie they are told to tell knowing it is a lie

parkis don't have ten commandments only money

 so we robbed all your bank and insurance accounts

we robbed your house of work and stuff

 we tortured you day and night for the war lords

we destroyed your family for decades now

 work, academia, creativity, relationships

still correcting someone asked

 correcting means robbing destroying torturing from the lab

and balancing means torturing and destroying in turn

 creating young thieves and old thieves and cheats

now there's a brits use of language - cover, cover, cover

 and I, Lorraine at Hommerton hospital, well paid expert

block out your emails constantly, the chinese wont be very pleased

 when they find out what this is really about the lab has taken

a bible I sent to Emily chinese student at her request

 lab Parki decided that - and thirty four books of mine, present to China I sent to libraries of Beijing Universities, all

 disappeared by the lab in this our British democracy of crime and horror against the truly vulnerable and helpless whose brain we eat

 well the good doctor Miller of Redbridge Liberal Jew

remote laser hammers my brain so hard (don't count the deaths)

 it is painful even to think of it for me for several days

razing my eye nerves last two days

 to ensure can't see to write or paint

How the brits love to kill remote,

 gives them a power complex

said Anna the bossess of the lab

 I suppose I do have a god complex said old Anna

well I hope God didn't get his knickers in a twist

 like she did in mental homes and seeing them there naked below

came over all hot and excited, she says she did..

 no wonder she called for the offices of the Health Ministry

to get herself cooled down and calmed again

 We don't know what to thieve from you and your mother now

neither of you have anything at all to thieve

 There is a ring your mother bought you when you were fifteen left

and her flat we have had everything robbed..

 there's nothing left but a nice bible

and second hand clothes, we even robbed the old lady's food

 Parki care assistants you see!

no ten commandments you see, only greed.

 the lab parkis added no one new in the lab

we just keep turning it round to see what new horror we can create

 and over tv last night breaking into the sound as they do,  I quote

Brown can't help her, he was in the lab too- of which I am totally aware

 RULE BRITANIA

 we here

on the isle

develop things

on the normal population

on artists, teachers, lecturers

and other such professions

using our amazing Bureacracy

with which all things are possible

 and a bit of rear end loving

in the halls of the Ministries

on the Ministers and Civil Servants

 we develop things

here on our population

which the americans can't develop

even on their retarded useless population

because their law system

does not permit it

they are policed

 we just have a bit of rear end loving

in the halls of the Ministries of Health

offices the Ministers and Civil Servants

 and anything is possible over here

a lie or two with sweeteners

to the media which is corrupt to the core

which is why we had to kill off Maxwell

who still remembered somewhere

in his skull how it should be

and Murdoch also on the machine of death

 with all our Pakistanis clammering

we even use their illegals

in this government laboratory

so they can get high government wages

and claim at the same time

this laboratory of the governments

in which we can kill and kill and kill

people to our hearts content....

 this came from a microsound statement

from the lab St Barths Behavioural Science

this morning..........

 make sure you reuse every page

robbed from her house

time and time again..........

the Journalists we paid

got good scoops from us

and then all her work to use privately

and guaranteed sales for private work

as did all our cheats and liars

 tell them all

we had copy-write

  these last nights

they have developed severe rib hammering

hitting the spine

till the pain was nine out of ten

and other tortures at top intensity

 no said America

thank you

we will run America

we don't need you lot here

you are just a bit too criminal for our taste

 but our victim is coming over to you

she might talk

and some of yours might listen

and some might even understand

what she is talking about

We are used to getting away with anything

without any bother!

 and as I type

'just keep on squeezing her organs for a bit longer

she has to collapse from the lasering in time

she is yellow with pain every morning now.'

 Hungary added

so that is how you do it in England

having used us for the London lab too

 and your Pakistanis have robbed and rolled

for their own accounts

till she can't move anywhere now.

 THE QUEEN..

 They showed the Queen and the Prince

a film they paid Lindsey a thousand for

to cover themselves beaming and looping

 LA told them make a shocker and put it through

all strong receivers world wide to cover

then hex and sex and cover and kill-

 (he said it wasn't personal

he didn't hate me in particular or my family

he thought he was defending and saving his system)

 the lab had filmed us in bed secretly

have been doing films of people in bed secretly

and it set off the alarms at Santa Monica

 does herself know, don't they check at all

The Duke was not in it the way they thought

only now I know all of the Duke's bed secrets

 as well as a lot of other top people-

they get foreigners of their system to come to London paid

last lot were Indians,to mess with the population

 to rob and kill and maim remote

I thought:said the Indian this morning

that I was going to learn lots of new things

 all I learnt was that here they kill remote

and rob and destroy so that no one has a chance

and then they just call it therapy-

 should anyone ask for records

We all thought it was a new invention say the establishments

no one knew it had already been thoroughly tested

 over there over the pond

and put away into folders

being too cruel and callous to use

 so the Queen said:yes, do use it..

on the population of England!

I thought they were not supposed to take part in politics...

 which was the reason no one said anything

when old Thatcher went to war with the Argies

and the Queen owns half the Pampas of Argentina!

 Something not right there!

ANIMAL KINGDOM TWO

 the gentle giant

has become a man-eater

 his blood-hound ancestor

rips all he sees apart

no longer only the foxes of his former habits

now that the gnomes guide their glory

 the giant heats his home

from the fires of others

 all can see that now his lower half

has become quite sick as it sways

and his frantic hound in his loyalty

runs round and round in the blood frenzy

 we loved the gentle-giant dearly

but love borders onto hate

 IT IS UNUSUAL

 It's unusual

 they put on the sound thrower this morning

as I sat reading in bed having my spine and breast bone 'pressed'

 it's not you

it is all your stuff

written by our Pakistani staff

 changed to their names-

we have to tell you

the pain of knowing you are being destroyed

is the greatest pain of all

L.A. assured us

what the printers reaction is

as we watch them too

to make sure all is printed

which we put forward

 well it will be unusual, won't it

an elderly post war East European teacher refugee

all of it turned into a young muslim Pakistani

who had the work stolen from the house

and the words used for his own twist on their life

("sorry Anna sent her boys in

 to clear you out"

that's Anna, bossess of the Lab St Barths

Behavioural Science Human Research)

when she gave it to english friends

who could not achieve as they were too thick

then she gave it to jewish lab members

to use as their own history

 that really is a laugh

Hungarian and german refugee stories-

then it was interesting

so it was printed as this interesting jewish work

and these young english blossoms

who know so much about life

when all they do is get copy on the internet

Alyson, writer Briesley, Emma and all the rest

 now it is with the Asian illiterate twats of the lab

the young Indians female tried to give you Leukemia

we threw everything at you which creates cancer

you didn't get it, so we know what it isn't

what did we do to deserve that?

and we are all sick of pressing your gut

another Indian because their country is covered in it

even on the way up to temples

so what would a European do, caught out

 and he is called a doctor and you paid

miilions of thousands for this information

they said in the ''report'' back

as they go through and through our lives

with the orders from evil Anna the witch

to destroy and change everything for the worse

but then England backs them

they must cheat and lie

and destroy honest white Europeans

we here at the the lab sponsor them

 presently pressing my chest and ribs constantly

do you know what that discovers?

as we destroy you

Once england knew whom to sponsor

and what when the money from the E.U. runs out?

and you have to feed your Pakistani cheats

taught to rob elderly white people of all they have

you think they think

I am doing this for Britain

you are wrong...

for this they are not allowed to sue me for my words

if I tell the truth anywhere, as they would all cop it ..

 "now I want an Albanian in the lab"

to test and destroy the British population

and you.........

well, we did remote- terminate the Serb leader

doing away with any need for messy talk.

 ENCOURAGER OF A SORT

 another how this works

you know it amazes me

I was reared by nuns

who taught honesty is rewarded

 the only time I ever saw the police

except for the CID sergeant

who visited the homes of all enemy aliens

for years afterwards

 is when I found a purse

and took it to the police station

oh and my police 'honesty' certificate

which all teachers at College have to have

 what they do is this

they ask a director of a bank

of an institution of anywhere

to break the law and commit a crime

 to let them take over what ever it is

my bank account, my post or what ever

I am not told by that institution director

and ofcourse the lab claim professional interest

 at the Institute of Education

they asked a director for my M.A. to be failed

to be fair they break into my tv programmes

and tell me what my real mark is, you got a B

 then having full use of my account

so that their toilet cleaner experts

and their nasty students who generally have a past

can all filch money and are taught crimes

 that is besides having us on screen day and night

messing in our lives called experimenting

so that even the S.A. seem humane in comparison

and robbing anything at all they want in any way they want

 setting up artificially created crime areas

(use neighbours for thieving

then all they have to say is it is the area)

the so called Directors and top men who complied

 are then put onto the machine

watched at all their work

and are given raises and 'delights put in their path'

and belong to the lab for ever and day

 so an insignificant dirty little lab

has total power over the land

and the government keep breathing

''it is for the future'' Hitler's words exactly

 all the while continuing their red herring

a sort of dirty lewd horrid disgusting file they call issues

(it was our hobby horse, sex..I quote the lab)

using us to play with for their system

to ensure they are hyped enough to torture and rob us

 advances are no so advanced

that few ordinary mortals know

and the high ups don't care about a 'few'

as they are safe and we have I quote

 ' a surplus of population'.....

more interesting playing with good and clever citizens

than the retards we usually get

the task being to destroy you all (that's so easy)

 their system and allied systems know all about this

and Hospitals have such powerful systems

they can pick up a pin dropping and Guys Hospital, picking

St Barths up added, 'we are not saying a word!'

     BLUEPRING FOR CRIMES

 Every member of the lab

who ever their position become killers of the Realm-

is asked to come in and torture you

 to rob and commit crimes against you

every country given our advanced technology

america's advancements severely outlawed out there

 is asked to come into the lab in London

to torture you during the night and some daytime

to rob and use your work for themselves

 we added ''you should experience every terror''

this the jewish doctor, oh yes, because we had saved jews

that is our payment from them, as I and kids are innocent

 and our good Blaire decided it was ok, honesty not his game

played the game for them knowing he was a murderer

using his market traders' tongue, to take the secret to his grave

 'we sat on you playing, for eight years remote

and knew you were quiet and would not scream

a family so vulnerable we could pile on the lies till kingdom come'

 your only way out is to commit a bombing

or some other such public crime to draw attention to your plight

knowing you as too honest to cause harm to others

 all else on this isle the lab St Barths Human Research controls

Torture remote has been very severe since I returned

half the world is in this, all the world's members of this system

 need to come into the lab, make it big enough and no one will suspect, to help in the slow death of you and your family

testing remote, covering all our violations and crimes of the past

 your work will be scattered across the seven seas

as the Tory said 'You are our present to the world'...

for rebuilding us..because staff wrote their thesis on your work

 (and let's not forget the guest 'students' brought into the lab

carefully chosen for nasties they have committed or stupidity

are given the population and establishments to play with remote)

 then hinted it was the american, sorry for killing your old man

and the old lady's continued torture

the Pakis have set your demise less than a decade away

 we let them control our wrack being uneducated, and no medics

you being white, they vent their frustrations at us, on you

and all their repressed hatred against women which they harbour

 because of the purity of which they yell constantly

which leaves them with chips the sizes of mountains

in their dealings with the world and the other sex

 at the present they are dragging my rib cage

breast bone and hammering my heart

the pain and agony is terrible, get up earlier is the crime

 why, we have no heating, I would sit in the cold from six am

I am always up by nine a.m. I read in the warmth of my bed

and write my letters there as I always have done

 I can only just get through the day's teaching for a couple of hours

lift a dial and the pain is gone, all done remote by the lab girls

as they tell me who has robbed the last lot of my work

 they used this on murderers in America

I am four foot nine and a small

and have never hurt a soul in my life

 ah yes, I painted and had talent and the lab watched illegally

with their satelites and spying stuff as they watch most of us

and the greedy, evil, worthless english killer lab

 its greedy jews couldn't stand that -they say the torture is due

to the jealousy from the jewish wives of the jewish doctors

at this wicked lab given permission by the jewish Lords, to kill.

 call it a test- and you can kill all you want, inflict torture

rob banks steal and cheat to your hearts content

just don't be honest and hard working..and white!

 but don't you wonder as I do

when every member of this concentration camp system

has been in to the lab and tortured me and learnt to rob

 what are they going to do with their knowledge

why did the War Lords come into the lab to watch us secretly

why was the Army asked to come into the lab to watch us secretly

 work theft was because of lab negligence and gross misconduct

had caused me and my work to appear on numerous high level

receivers including Buckingham Palace, so everyone could help themselves

 so instead of punishing the lab for their incompetence and crimes

setting off the alarms at Santa Monica, they decided to punish us

which is why P.M. Blaire added my lines into his speeches

 British cunning guys from the lowest level, a whole pack of cards

the lab qualifies with, we honoured her by making all copy her

as all copy, their initial crimes are lost in the greater crimes

 not that I ever gave permission or even knew till a long time after

but as the beaming looped and everyone might have used my stuff and watched the lab pissing about with us, this tiny family

 as I sat quietly sitting by my hearth painting and writing

they wanted to cover themselves some how

Did you know the brits were such sly devils, we didn't

 and couple it with jewish corruption taking all for themselves, tell everyone they can take all of hers at will for themselves

bringing in the Muslims to cover themselves for red herrings

 all because of a bit of sex in the Health Ministers offices, at that!

Call it therapy, secretly fill in forms to cover the Bureaucrats

and you can kill, kill, kill from top to down to bottom

 till your face is blue, just kill at will

pressing people's hearts till their lips turn blue

turning their organs into blue pulp..

 Every member of the lab

who ever their position become killers of the Realm-

is asked to come in and torture you

 to rob and commit crimes against you

every country given our advanced technology

america's advancements severely outlawed out there

 is asked to come into the lab in London

to torture you during the night and some daytime

to rob and use your work for themselves

 we added ''you should experience every terror''

this the jewish doctor, oh yes, because we had saved jews

that is our payment from them, as I and kids are innocent

 and our good Blaire decided it was ok, honesty not his game

played the game for them knowing he was a murderer

using his market traders' tongue, to take the secret to his grave

 'we sat on you playing, for eight years remote

and knew you were quiet and would not scream

a family so vulnerable we could pile on the lies till kingdom come'

 your only way out is to commit a bombing

or some other such public crime to draw attention to your plight

knowing you as too honest to cause harm to others

 all else on this isle the lab St Barths Human Research controls

Torture remote has been very severe since I returned

half the world is in this, all the world's members of this system

 need to come into the lab, make it big enough and no one will suspect, to help in the slow death of you and your family

testing remote, covering all our violations and crimes of the past

 your work will be scattered across the seven seas

as the Tory said 'You are our present to the world'...

for rebuilding us..because staff wrote their thesis on your work

 (and let's not forget the guest 'students' brought into the lab

carefully chosen for nasties they have committed or stupidity

are given the population and establishments to play with remote)

 then hinted it was the american, sorry for killing your old man

and the old lady's continued torture

the Pakis have set your demise less than a decade away

 we let them control our wrack being uneducated, and no medics

you being white, they vent their frustrations at us, on you

and all their repressed hatred against women which they harbour

 because of the purity of which they yell constantly

which leaves them with chips the sizes of mountains

in their dealings with the world and the other sex

 at the present they are dragging my rib cage

breast bone and hammering my heart

the pain and agony is terrible, get up earlier is the crime

 why, we have no heating, I would sit in the cold from six am

I am always up by nine a.m. I read in the warmth of my bed

and write my letters there as I always have done

 I can only just get through the day's teaching for a couple of hours

lift a dial and the pain is gone, all done remote by the lab girls

as they tell me who has robbed the last lot of my work

 they used this on murderers in America

I am four foot nine and a small

and have never hurt a soul in my life

 ah yes, I painted and had talent and the lab watched illegally

with their satelites and spying stuff as they watch most of us

and the greedy, evil, worthless english killer lab

 its greedy jews couldn't stand that -they say the torture is due

to the jealousy from the jewish wives of the jewish doctors

at this wicked lab given permission by the jewish Lords, to kill.

 call it a test- and you can kill all you want, inflict torture

rob banks steal and cheat to your hearts content

just don't be honest and hard working..and white!

 but don't you wonder as I do

when every member of this concentration camp system

has been in to the lab and tortured me and learnt to rob

 what are they going to do with their knowledge

why did the War Lords come into the lab to watch us secretly

why was the Army asked to come into the lab to watch us secretly

 work theft was because of lab negligence and gross misconduct

had caused me and my work to appear on numerous high level

receivers including Buckingham Palace, so everyone could help themselves

 so instead of punishing the lab for their incompetence and crimes

setting off the alarms at Santa Monica, they decided to punish us

which is why P.M. Blaire added my lines into his speeches

 British cunning guys from the lowest level, a whole pack of cards

the lab qualifies with, we honoured her by making all copy her

as all copy, their initial crimes are lost in the greater crimes

 not that I ever gave permission or even knew till a long time after

but as the beaming looped and everyone might have used my stuff and watched the lab pissing about with us, this tiny family

 as I sat quietly sitting by my hearth painting and writing

they wanted to cover themselves some how

Did you know the brits were such sly devils, we didn't

 and couple it with jewish corruption taking all for themselves, tell everyone they can take all of hers at will for themselves

bringing in the Muslims to cover themselves for red herrings

 all because of a bit of sex in the Health Ministers offices, at that!

Call it therapy, secretly fill in forms to cover the Bureaucrats

and you can kill, kill, kill from top to down to bottom

 till your face is blue, just kill at will

pressing people's hearts till their lips turn blue

turning their organs into blue pulp..