#all driven on my pure enthusiasm

[rudnitskaia]

Why everything became so unbearably fast?

It's like I play jenga everyday by choosing at which project to work today.

[newleaf92]

Favorite Lines from Hazbin Hotel songs Part Two:

Poison—this song broke my heart as Angel Dust is one of my favorites, and seeing what he had to deal with from Val was devastating.

“I shoulda known it when I looked into your red hot eyes.”

“Addicted to this feelin’ I can’t help but swallow up your poison.”

“I got so good at tellin’ you what you wanna hear.”

“Poison, I'm drownin' in poison. I'm fillin' up my glass but it's always hollow full of poison, I'm sick of the poison. Wish I had somethin' to live for tomorrow.”

Loser, Baby

“You’ve lost your way. You think your life is wrecked. Well, let me just say you’re correct.”

“You’re a fucked up little whiny bitch. You’re a loser just like me.”

“You’re a power bottom at rock bottom, but you got company.”

“I sold my soul to a psychopathic freak.”

“And you think that makes you unique.”

“Baby that’s fine by me.”

“I’m a loser, honey. A schmoozer and a dummy. But at least I know I’m not alone.”

“It’s time to lose your self loathing. Excuse yourself, let hope in,baby. Play your card, be who you are.”

Hell’s Greatest Dad

“Looks like you could some help from the big boss (😈)of Hell himself.”

“With a punch from a pentagram.”

“I’ll rig the game for you because I’m the ref(😈)

“Champagne fountains, caviar mountains. That’s just a start.”

“I’m your guy, your day to day, your chum, your steadfast hotelier.”

“I’m truly honored that we built such a bond.”

“It’s a little funny. You could almost call me dad (👹😈)

(😡👿🎻)

“There’s no substitute for pure angelic power! Who just so happens to also be your blood.”

“Can you butt out of my song? (Your song?! I started this!”)

More Than Anything

“Now you’re the only thing worth fighting for.”

“I’ll shelter and adore you more than anything.”

“So in the end, it’s the view I had of you that showed me dreams can be worth fighting for.”

“I’ve been dying to find out who you are.”

“All that I’m hop in’, now that my eyes are open, is that we can start again. Not be pulled apart again.”

“Cause in the end, you are part of who I am. I’ll support your dreams no matter what’s in store.”

“I’m grateful your my daughter/father.”

Welcome to Heaven

“Welcome to Heaven, oh-oh!” (🎤🫦)

“Where the virtuous reside 24/7, oh-oh!” (🎤🫦)

“Welcome to Heaven, oh-oh!” (🎤🫦)

“Check out our sick decor, the spirit’s leaven, oh!” (🎤😏🫦)

“And everyone is hot!” (🎤🫦🤤🫠)

You Didn’t Know

“Checked all the boxes that you said would prove a person deserves a second chance. Now we turn our backs, no second glance.”

“It’s not fair, Sera.”

“That just because someone is dead, it doesn't mean they can't resolve to change their ways. Turn the page, escape infernal blaze.”

“What are we even talking about? Some crack whore who fucked up already?”

“There’s no question to be posed. He’s unholy, case closed.”

“A man only lives once. I’ll see you in one month. Gotta say I wait can’t to come down and exterminate you.”

“Well, I don’t need your condescension. I’m not a child to protect!”

“Was I too naive to expect you to heed the morals you’re purveying?”

“That’s what the fuck I’ve been saying.”

“If Hell is forever, then Heaven must be a lie.”

“When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again.”

Out for Love

“I see you’re driven by your detestation.”

“You need a different type of motivation.”

“Think of who you care about. Protect them and be out for love.”

“Fuel yourself with the fear of losin’ that somebody who’s your reason to live. Harness your heart and you can’t help choosin’ to fight with all you can give.”

Ready for This

“And though I kinda feel unsteady, now I gotta be ready for this.”

“Not to mention the camaraderie. Yes sure, you’ll form life-changing friendships with folks along the way.”

“Oh, don’t be put off by their snarlin’, that’s enthusiasm, darlin’!”

“Don’t worry, honey, that’s their thing. Keep singing.”

“When Adam brings the battle here, I must appear like I’m ready for this.”

“Surprised? Why, I knew she could do it all along.”

“Stick with her and you’ll be on the winning side.”

More than Anything-Reprise

“And in the end, if it’s only me you saved, there’s something I’ve been dying to say.”

“Need you to know I love you more than anything.”

Finale

“I know I could have done better, better than letting you down.”

“You can do this, now I know it! For your story has just begun.”

“The stage is wrecked, the crowd is gone, but, by god, Charlie! The show it must go on.”

“With more sinners than you can dream.”

“It starts with you. You know it’s true. Fulfill your destiny!”

“With a bit of bravado, maybe tomorrow, we’ll be atop the heap.”

“Nature abhors a power vacuum. It leaves room for you and me. The power of hell belongs to the Vees.”

“I’m hungry for freedom, like never before!”

“Once I figure out how to unclip my wings, guess who will be pulling all the strings?”

“And then tomorrow, it will be a fuckin’ happy day in Hell!”

[lorillee]

naruto character social media headcanons:

naruto: sakura made him a personal instagram account 3 years ago and he legitimately has opened it exactly twice (both times because sakura was asking him to pull something up). its just really not for him. honestly though that being said i feel like you could get him to be a vine creator you KNOWWWW he's abusing his shadow clone ability for this

sasuke: lets be so honest hes not touching any of that with a 50 foot pole, ever. NEXT!

sakura: definitely has a personal instagram, could also see her having a fitness instagram as well. given shes also canonically a fujoshi lets be so honest she has an ao3 and probably a fandom twitter account for liking/rting fanart as well

sai: also does not get the appeal at first. i think sakura made a valiant attempt to convince him to make an instagram account for his art but this does not pan out. it is only when ino shows him twitter's incredible versatility for haters that he understands what the hype is all about.

yamato: my immediate instinct would be to say no probably not HOWEVER i think it would be really funny if he was incredibly active on r/architecture and literally nothing else

kakashi: for the most part a hard no. however i do believe he is casually active on an incredibly obscure forum for the icha icha series. at some point naruto or sakura accidentally see that he has it pulled up on his phone and spend a solid like week hunting down his account and reading through and making fun of all of his posts. he does not know this happened

guy: honestly i think he has a facebook account that is exclusively used to find and post boomer style workout memes and positivity posts. he sends an egregious amount of the aforementioned workout memes to kakashi and lee (enthusiasm of the receivers is about what you can probably expect)

neji: decidedly proclaims social media to be a cesspool and a waste of time, does not partake. he does, however, have a meticulously upkept letterboxd account with extensive and incredibly thorough reviews of everything he's ever watched. (i believe weekly team guy movie nights can be very frustrating for him personally because neji as a person prefers films that are very introspective/character driven/abstract but the rest of his teammates more than anything are interested in watching a bunch of guys beat the living snot out of each other)

tenten: she's got an instagram where she posts short clips of training using her vast arsenal of weapons - lee and neji are frequent guest appearances as sparring partners. i also could see her having a tumblr or some sort of blog to geek out over the latest thing she's picked up

lee: i think he has facebook and instagram but purely to very enthusiastically comment on guy and tenten's posts. otherwise its really not his thing

ino: YOU KNOWWWWWWWWW SHES GOT IT ALL. tiktok instagram twitter triple threat she's definitely an influencer she's big in the makeup scene but also has huge kpop side accounts. shes definitely always getting into drama but always comes out on top in the end - a bit of a controversial figure but overall has a frankly militant fanbase. always up to date on the latest idol drama and you KNOW she'll be posting about it. also has a defunct tumblr account that which was definitely an obscenely popular aesthetics blog back in the site's heyday, but in modern times has since moved her collage boards to pinterest

choji: you know this i know this we all know this HES A FOOD BLOGGER!!!!!!!! in this world blogspot is still alive and well and hes making a killing on there. i think he would also have a tiktok account though for short review videos usually featuring his friends where they go to taste test new restaurants/dishes. i think he also has a personal instagram account just for posting friend photos and whatnot

shikamaru: very casual reddit scroller, when hes bored he'll trawl through a few political subreddits and perhaps r/shogi. never posts and has accounts on basically nothing.

hinata: type of person to HAAAAATE online drama so bad it makes her sick with stress just thinking about it. if she uses social media at all i think she has a diligently kept aesthetic tumblr blog where she posts photos and doesnt interact with anybody ever

hidan: active 4chan user.

jiraiya: its like if you took a facebook-exclusive boomer and dropped him into twitter without warning. his account was supposed to exclusively be his platform for his writing but he gave up that pretense a long time ago and now its basically just whatever he wants to put on there. we all already know what this looks like

orochimaru: saw suigetsu scrolling on twitter once and got an extensive rundown on how it works and the kind of people that frequent it. finds it fascinating in the way that one might study bacteria in a petri dish cultivated in toxic sludge, but thats about the extent of it. boruto-era however he is an active nextdoor and facebook user and exclusively posts wine mom memes

tsunade: has an official account as the hokage but its entirely run by shizune. honestly i dont think she would find much interest or enjoyment in anything social media has to offer her

suigetsu: you already know hes posting bad tiktok thirst traps. theyre really terrible . absolutely lives for kicking up drama in people's comment sections and runs an incredibly popular twitter ragebait account with more passion than hes put into anything else in his life ever

[sendaidivision]

Ryūzō's Thoughts on Obihiro Division

Hisoka Tetsumasu

"Hisoka Tetsumasu… a name that doesn't stir any personal memories, but the weight of his past is something I can't overlook. I've never crossed paths with him directly, nor have I been involved in the darker aspects of his history. My past as a ninja assassin was strictly controlled, and I refused to take part in any job that didn't align with my own moral compass, which is why I ultimately left that life behind."

"His transformation from a criminal to someone who finds solace in the care of horses is a journey I can respect. It's a path of redemption I'm familiar with, as I too have sought to leave behind a life of violence for one of peace and education. I understand the anxiety that comes with a past that haunts you, the fear of retribution, and the struggle to move forward. Hisoka-san's efforts to start anew, to care for creatures as noble as horses, show a desire to change, and it's a desire I can empathize with."

"As for the jitters he feels, they're a natural response to a life once lived on the edge, always looking over one's shoulder. I hope he finds the peace he's looking for, just as I have."

Daiki Kamiyama

"Daiki Kamiyama, or 'Paladin' as he prefers to be known, is an interesting young man. His enthusiasm for heroism and justice is something I can't help but find admirable, even if it comes across as a bit naive. It's refreshing to see someone so committed to their ideals, especially in a world that often rewards cynicism and self-interest."

"I've encountered many students with their heads in the clouds, dreaming of changing the world. Daiki-kun reminds me of them—full of potential and eager to make a difference. His role as a 'superhero' may seem childish to some, but I believe it's a manifestation of a pure desire to do good, which is commendable."

"In the end, Daiki-kun's heart is in the right place, and that's what truly matters. Whether he's serving tables or donning a costume to fight for justice, his actions are driven by a desire to help others. That's a quality that should be encouraged, not dismissed. I look forward to seeing how he grows and matures."

Jack Verrill

"Jack Verrill, known as 'Heed,' is a man whose reputation precedes him. While I can’t claim to have met him before, there’s a certain familiarity in the way he carries himself—a professionalism and depth that suggest a life rich with experience. His role as Daiki-kun's butler and his mysterious past hint at a man who’s seen much and knows more than he lets on."

"I respect his dedication to his charge and his ability to adapt to various situations. His multilingual skills are impressive, and I have no doubt his English would be more than sufficient for any conversation. As for his playful idea of causing worry through language, it’s a harmless bit of fun that shows his lighter side."

"In truth, there may be common ground between us, as we both understand the weight of responsibility and the importance of discretion. Trust is earned, and in time, I believe Jack-san and I could find mutual respect based on our shared experiences and the roles we play in our respective teams."

Veiled Vanguard

"Veiled Vanguard is an intriguing team with members who each bring their own unique strengths to the table. Hisoka, despite his skittishness, has the potential to be a good leader. His dedication to his new life and his care for his horses show a capacity for responsibility and compassion. Leadership isn’t just about being fearless; it’s about guiding others and making tough decisions, qualities I believe Hisoka possesses."

"The team's formation and their entry into the D.R.B. pique my curiosity. Each member seems to have been drawn together by circumstance rather than choice, which can create a strong bond. Their diverse backgrounds and skills could provide them with unexpected advantages in the competition."

"Overall, I see a team that, while perhaps unconventional, has the potential to surprise us all with their resilience and determination. I look forward to seeing how they will grow and face the challenges ahead in the D.R.B."

[blackswaneuroparedux]

A lot of time, people who don’t climb mountains assume is about this great heroic sprint for the summit, and somehow this great ego-driven ambition. But actually it’s the reverse. It’s about supplication and sacrifice and humility, when you go to these mountains. It’s not so much a celebration of oneself but the eradication of one’s self-consciousness. And so on these walks you lose yourself, you become a vessel of energy in harmony hopefully with your environment. One thrives on enthusiasm, curiosity, humility.

Julian Sands

I was saddened to read that the dead remains of Julian Sands were finally found in the San Gabriel Mountains near Los Angeles. I hadn’t realised how deeply immersed he really was in just wearing all weather anorak, a thermos flask of tea, and a laminated Ordinance Map before he set off on an arduous hike or a climb.

As great as a character actor Julian Sands was, he was also an accomplished mountaineer. He once described himself as happiest when “close to a mountain summit on a glorious cold morning”, climbed all around the world, including the Andes and Indonesia’s Puncak Jaya, the highest mountain on an island and the only place in the country where you can find snow. I know it’s an arduous climb having done it myself. It requires a weeks-long hike through remote jungle and some chasms which can only be crossed by Tyrolean traverse ziplines.

Julian Sands was on his way to completing the dream of most mountaineering aficionados: competing the Seven Summits. It’s a considerable undertaking in every way not just the obvious physical costs but also the average cost of completing all seven which can rack up to £150,000.

Sands had done five - Aconcagua, Puncak Jaya (Oceania), Mont Blanc (Europe), Vinson (Antarctica) and Kilimanjaro (Africa) - and had only had Denali (North America) and Everest (Asia) left.

Sands also took on the Weisshorn in the Swiss Alps. Now this is revealing as any experienced or passionate mountaineer would tell you. The nearby Matterhorn may be more famous, but many mountaineers consider the Weisshorn both more beautiful, with its symmetrical triangular pyramid shape and pure white slopes, and more challenging too, combining a long and serious route with delicate rock pitches and steep snow climbing. I know I do. It’s an incredible climb to experience which I did with some army veteran friends of mine.

Sands death is a tragedy as his passion for mountaineering was inspiring. I was nodding my head when I read that Sands once began a telephone interview by saying, “Right now I’m looking across the North Face of the Eiger towards the Jungfrau. Spectacular!” But then he rang the journalist back several hours later from a bivouac to impress upon him that, though he was climbing the Eiger, he was going up the easier Mittellegi Ridge rather than the feared North Face. “Mountain and climbing folk, and a small percentage of your readers, will know the difference.” Yes, I thought, Sands gets it. I bowled over by his humility and his honesty generously bound up with his joie de vivre. These are the values of real mountaineers in seeking to climb the mountains of the mind.

RIP Julian Sands (1958-2023).

[beacarrot]

The Blood Eagle.

I’m still deciding where my life is headed, and it’s been quite a ride,

This is a decisive poem, poetry that burns my bridges, a song that saves my life, the meaning it provides,

All the actors in life’s grand play are waiting for the right scene to betray my honor,

Like a jolt that offers thanks for this long,

Cutting my back, forcing my ribs until they’re gone,

Straining my body until it feels all wrong.

Passion has made me skeptical,

The treacherous deceivers, the unremarkable flatterers, humanity, they’ve threw salt my lungs without any zeal,

Love has reignited my enthusiasm, bringing solutions clear,

Embracing me like the autumn breeze near,

My brothers, veins that seem so small, when our hands walk together,

And our souls entwined in a bright, brilliant tether,

They bring me home, restoring what I once knew,

Giving back all that was lost, making it new.

Art has driven me mad,

Sanctuary for frustrated poets, I roll my eyes with affection almost sad,

I have dreams, and somehow, they ease my mind,

When I face my reflection, my brilliance, so refined,

When cornered in the alley, the knife was sharpened well,

The Blood Eagle, their sole intent was to scoff me desperately,

Corrupting my imagination, inflaming my blood with dread,

But I looked through myself and saw what they could never shred,

I feel my instincts guide my way,

With traces of the unfulfilled living in me until the end of days.

Perhaps I’ve heard the foxes’ howl and felt the urge to defy,

Running with them, refusing to sit in the endless dry,

Maybe I’ve romanticized all this town, unwilling to awake,

Denying my place in this cellar, just for the sake,

Creating museums with forbidden screens,

Embedding secret messages in files, with words unseen.

Recovering the blood I once gave for this time,

Casting the tape and the marks of a cursed writer into the red sea’s chime,

Aiming at the devil, without take left, without make it wrong,

Keeping my secrets safe in the rabbit hole.

Vulgar beings, lacking depth or verse,

When planets align but the life keeps being a messy curse,

No one sees you lose when playing alone,

Doing everything not to be overthrown,

Bathing in gold from heads to toe,

Because the miserable buy what’s on sale, their purchases slow,

The sensitive gain treasures with devotion true,

Don’t offer your finest wine to the ignorant few,

Only true connoisseurs know how to taste,

The rest just let the fine flavors go to waste.

You can choose; strip away and wash your wounds with pure alcohol’s sting,

Or retreat, saving your courtesy for time’s healing spring,

You can choose; to be better in the rearview mirror’s light,

Missing yourself in the night,

Or this time be ready to drive, face the rain, and the abstract flight.

(P S: "Blood Eagle" was an execution method in which Vikings disemboweled their victims and pulled their lungs through their backs. I usually associate emotional pain with physical pain, because I believe that people have an easier time imagining the severity of pain when it is portrayed in a physical way. It is a clear dramatization, but anyway, in the poem I tell with metaphors, my discoveries, acceptances and the emergence of joys and true and valuable feelings in my life.)

Signed: Beatriz Ranzonni. 🩵

[findroleplay]

✨Greetings!✨ I am a 25+ year old Enby searching Tumblr for some long-term 21+ Discord rp partners for MxM OcxOc!! I'll try to make this brief with what my ideal partner would be! I am in EST, but I don't care what timezone you are in.

One who is open to many different types of plots/settings and not wary of dark themes, as I like a variety of things and would eventually love to use all my OCs with the right person. I want more story-driven rps rather than pure smut. I'll also disclose that I do have a preference for writing power bottoms when it comes to smut, but I do have some OCs who can be switches, depending on the plot. Just please don't play OC's who don't have a backbone. If you don't want any smut, we can fade to black! I will also double! I expect you to put in equal effort.

If you are someone who does not enjoy in-depth storytelling, character development, plotting, gushing over OC's, dynamics of our OC's, playlists, Pinterest Boards, etc, then we will not be a good match. I need someone to match my enthusiasm. With that being said, I need a communicative and active rp partner. I give two weeks before thinking someone has ghosted me. The rp gets stale after that.

Please be literate and multi-para/novella! I will require a writing sample, and I'll share one with you, too. Still, quality>quantity. Proper grammar and punctuation are a must.

There are a couple OC's of mine who have tragic/abusive backstories, so I ask you please be okay with that.

I do not write against OC's who have children. It's just not my cup of tea.

My main trigger is m-preg/pregnancy, in general. Kinks I will not write are feet, vore, scat, watersports, vomit as a kink, that I know of so far. Feel free to ask me about anything! And I'll tell you whether I'm cool with it, or add it to my no-go list.

I expect you to multi-muse alongside me to keep the plot moving.

I do have some plot ideas in mind, or we can come up with something on our own together. You are free to reject any of my ideas, as I am free to reject any of yours.

I am not a fan of historical rp's, sci-fi, or anything high fantasy. I have OCs that fit both modern settings and dark fantasy settings. Possibly a few in apocalyptic environments, but I can be picky about those types of plots because I've always had bad luck with them.

Some Tropes I like: Slow Burns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to Lovers, Friends w/Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Power Dynamics, Together With A Former/Current Antagonist, Living with the Villain, Supernatural Being And Their Favorite Human, Battle Couple, Nobody Thinks It Will Work...Etc.

I use RL faceclaims and manga/anime style ones. Please use either of those types, too. Any race/ethnicities are welcome!

I've never written a throuple before, but I'd be willing to try it out!

If you think we'd be a good fit, give this a like and I'll reach out! If it takes a couple days for me to reach out, that is because I don't want to get shadow banned on here again, so I'm trying to be sporadic with my DM's! 😉 Don't bother interacting if you aren't genuinely interested.

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[rememerance]

My Journey of Awakening

Part l

I have always been a complete idealist who is driven purely by passion, living solely for love and truth. Yet everyone around me in my life, during my transition from adolescence to adulthood, dropped enthusiasm and picked up realism. I was never able to understand or do that; I followed my heart so faithfully and so naturally, almost automatically, just like breathing, so that any moment stopping it would be like stopping breathing, the longer I do it the more painful and alerting it becomes. I have never been able to close my eyes and live my life simply for the sake of getting on with it as those around me did, especially all of my family. My life had to be and was only driven by meaning and passion. Each day of those years, I never stopped pondering existential questions that everyone around me never seemed to start to ask. Where did the world come from? What essentially caused us to be so different from each other? What is the most important thing? What is love? What is the meaning of life? And one thing I never ever managed to figure out: why am I the absolutely complete opposite of all my family? These traits of mine filled me with a growing sense of paining loneliness during my adolescence and early adulthood, building a transparent and bitter wall between me and my peers, all of my family, and even the whole world that I saw as I stepped into my adulthood. For a long time, I was deeply lonely and depressed, and I viscerally felt that I did not and could not belong in such an ugly world of realism and materialism. During high school and college, I couldn't make true friends, I couldn't find answers to my important questions, and I couldn't find any of the unconditional love that I so painfully longed for. I literally felt like an alien, every single moment, I didn't and couldn't know where my home planet was, or if it even existed, I didn't know exactly what it would look like, all I knew was that it must be a wonderful world with no countries, filled with souls like mine, driven purely by love and passion, leading meaningful and profound lives. I couldn't fathom how so many people in this world, like my family, were capable of prioritising anything other than passion and love in their life, never asking questions about meaning and purpose, and living instinctively just to get on with their lives, even if it is suffering. For the past five years, I have never ever feared death, because life was inherently full of boredom, loneliness, confusion and endless pain, and I would rather not exist at all, not be born. At the age of 18, in January of 2018, before the winter vacation began, I decided that if nothing would change in my life for the next few weeks, then I would end my life, end this nightmare that I couldn't wake up from, on January 24th. Because winter break meant I had to go home from college to the pragmatic, survival-anxiety-filled family that brought me deep loneliness and constant angst. I planned to jump from the top of my 11-story dormitory building wearing my headphones with my favorite song on, Gravity by coldplay, and I checked the way to the top of the building to make sure it was not locked at 4 am in the morning. As the month of January passed, the dormitory building became less and less crowded, and my life stayed the same. At 4:00 a.m. on the 24th, when everyone should have been asleep, I put on my headphones and stepped into the elevator that would lead me to the 11th floor. At the top of the elevator cell was an incandescent light, glowing beige. I stared at it as the elevator gradually rose, I was feeling no fear, but an almost sudden good mood, so I stepped out of the elevator. My plan then was never carried out again. Yet my life went on, people came and went in my world, and the pain at the core of my life remained unchanged: the unrelenting, bone-deep loneliness; the seemingly eternal excruciating longing for true, unconditional love.

Personal Journey

[za-baransu]

Happy Munday! Please tell us some fun little facts about the mun 💫 what are the things that inspire you? like things or people?

Heya :D Happy Munday!

UHM, well, some lil facts about me:

I am currently obsessed with building block sets [ just look for the company Loz and you will know what I mean ].

I have the brain of a squirrel.

I only pretend that I know what all these letters strung together to words even mean.

I'm an archaeologist! :D

okay enough of that, short facts is really hard ngl. 🥴

So what inspires me?

Writing as a whole. The sheer act of writing, the act of creation, the possibility of creation. Writing is, quite frankly, something so important to me that the pure option to talk about this with other people or to do it as it is, can actually bring me to tears [ and at times make me physically ill, even though that sounds worse than it really is, I promise ]. When it comes to inspiration for me, I am completely wired down to take it from anything around me, even from a single word given to me. I take it from the passion others have about. From the pure joy others have about it. It quite frankly is such an important part and pure art piece of my life, that knowing that there are people who share that same hobby, who share the same want and will to create, can give me a massive boost of creative inspiration.

I strive on the knowledge that people have the willingness to bring life to their own ideas in something that they let me experience when only I wish for it and it's so awe-inspiring to be a part of that in a community that also is just so filled with the pure wish to create. It might be that this is something that appears so 'easy' when it comes to finding inspiration to sit down and type out stuff for some cute little pixels but it is actually not. If I say passion, I mean passion in the act of fervour and enthusiasm and there's not only a few people that instantly come to my mind that have that around me and that let me ramble and go on and let me just come to them screaming "I HAVE AN IDEA" and we can go from there.

That is a source of inspiration for me.

I am also wildly driven by music, as one might want to expect. Extremely moved by singular art-pieces or when it comes to character writers, fanart can give me a boost of just push to create. Music in that sense is btw a bit tricky for me, because my brain literally goes into a video modus and I HAVE to sit certain songs out because I have a movie playing in my brain and can't do anything about it. But yeah! That is what inspires me :)

[f1]

AlphaTauri set clear target for De Vries as Dutchman gets ready to live the dream in F1

Nyck de Vries should be primed to score points from the early stages of his rookie F1 season and build on a “fantastic” one-off performance in 2022, according to AlphaTauri team boss Franz Tost. De Vries steps up to F1 full-time with Tost’s squad for 2023 after an impressive points-scoring debut at last year’s Italian Grand Prix, where he stepped in for unwell Williams driver Alex Albon. FIRST LOOK: AlphaTauri reveal livery for 2023 AT04 at glitzy New York F1 season launch Assessing his new signing’s potential after the launch of AlphaTauri’s livery for their new AT04 contender, Tost said: “Nyck has driven in only one Formula 1 race, last year in Monza, where he produced a fantastic performance. “Nevertheless, he has a great deal of racing experience, winning races and championships in many of the categories that he took part in. Therefore, I’m quite sure that he will be able to deliver good results soon in the season, then to be finishing in the points in the races.” De Vries is better prepared than most F1 'rookies' As for how he expects his new signing to deal with the demands of car development across a full campaign, Tost argued: “Nyck is technically very highly-skilled and focused. When driving our car at the Abu Dhabi young driver test at the end of last season, he already gave the engineers good technical feedback. “I think that he will immediately understand the new car. He will get familiar with the car quickly and his feedback will be useful because, as I said before, he understands the technical challenges that Formula 1 cars present. I believe he is one of the most adept drivers in terms of technical understanding of the car.” BARRETTO: After their 2022 tumble, can a refreshed AlphaTauri charge back up the F1 grid this season? De Vries, meanwhile, expressed his enthusiasm to get going after a prolonged route to F1 that sees him arrive on the grid full-time at the age of 28, and with a wealth of motorsport experience beneath him – spanning single-seaters and endurance racing. Asked what he is most looking forward to in his rookie F1 campaign, the former F2 and Formula E champion said: “First of all, to get the opportunity to live my dream, but equally to be very excited and motivated to perform and to deliver. De Vries ran for AlphaTauri in Abu Dhabi at the end of 2022 “I think partly because my journey has been slightly unusual and longer, I’m even more grateful for the opportunity, more motivated to grab it and hungrier to show what I’m worth.” Despite his previous F1 experience, he continued: “I would say I’m still a rookie. Of course, I had the privilege of driving many different cars, but I think the benefits of that are not so much down to the track time, because actually that was very limited. GALLERY: Every angle of AlphaTauri’s new livery for the 2023 F1 season “I think having experience to have worked with different teams in different environments will bring a lot of value, but in terms of pure track and race time, I reckon I have less than this year’s other rookies [McLaren’s Oscar Piastri, 21, and Williams’ Logan Sargeant, 22]. “However, I am a bit older and I’ve had the opportunity to race in different championships so that is a level of experience that brings some value.” De Vries will spend his rookie F1 season alongside Yuki Tsunoda, with the pair aiming to lift AlphaTauri from P9 and the penultimate spot in the 2022 constructors’ standings. via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

[jurassicparkpodcast]

Jurassic World Evolution 3 Releasing Next Year?

If a recent Morning Star article is to be believed, then Jurassic World Evolution 3 may be on the horizon far sooner than many of us anticipated.

 Frontier Developments released Jurassic World Evolution close to the release of Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom, and Jurassic World Evolution 2 close to the release of Jurassic World Dominion – with the third release looking set to come close to the release of the as-of-yet-unknown Jurassic World project due for release in July of 2025. The current forecast for the release of the next title from Frontier is in the fiscal year ending May 31st, 2026 – so there is a good chance of a close launch to the next film entry!

It's important to note that at this point in time, this game is not confirmed to be a subsequent titular title in the Evolution series. Whilst the article does indeed suggest that this will be another creative management simulation game, it is entirely possible that the project will ditch it’s previous branding in lieu of whatever new branding the subsequent Jurassic sequel chooses to use. Reports suggest that the game launch is well on track, and that Frontier anticipate the sequel title to be made public in coming months.

Whilst this is exciting news, I have to admit I am conflicted! On the one hand, it is exciting to think about the potential developments which these games could see when developed purely for current generation hardware. There is a lot of potential to explore some of the tools seen in Frontier’s other games – like Planet Coaster and Planet Zoo, but I also can’t help to feel like this is bittersweet considering the recent downturn in support for Jurassic World Evolution 2. The game has been lethargic in its approach to adding features which fans have requested – and feeling as though we won’t get those features until a third sequel certainly leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

I’m honestly not sure how to feel about this. Whilst the people who work on these games put a lot of energy and enthusiasm into developing these games, it does feel like this has the potential to be more of a financially driven decision than a creative one. Yes, Frontier are a development studio who ultimately need to make money – but there could have easily been a live-service model implemented in Jurassic World Evolution 2 to sustain more of a community over the lifespan of the project. Ian Malcolm is famous for saying ‘Don’t worry, I’m not making the same mistakes again’, but unfortunately it seems like Frontier may have not quite learned from the outcry of more support after the release of Jurassic World Evolution.

This is of course incredibly subjective for all of us. I think for me, I need to see more of Jurassic World Evolution 3 (or whatever the next game is called!) and how it strives to differentiate itself from prior releases to make a decision on whether we really needed this sequel.

What are your thoughts? I’d love to read them in the comments down below! Stay tuned to The Jurassic Park Podcast for all the latest news on Jurassic World games from Frontier Developments.

Written by: Tom Jurassic

[formlessing]

"I have nothing that I may call my own.

Distant and dead are my loved ones, and I hear nothing more of them from any voice.

My business on earth is over. I set to work full of will; I bled over my labor, and made the world not a penny richer.

Ingloriously and alone I return, and wander through my fatherland that lies all around me like a garden of the dead, and perhaps awaiting me is the knife of the hunter, who holds us Greeks for his pleasure just as he does the game of the forest.

But you still shine, sun of the heavens! You still grow green, holy earth! Still the rivers rush into the sea, and shady trees rustle at midday. Spring’s song of bliss sings my mortal thoughts to sleep. The fullness of the all-living world nourishes and satiates my starving being with intoxication.

O blessed nature! I do not know what befalls me when I raise my eyes before your beauty, but all the pleasure of heaven is in the tears that I weep before you, the beloved before his beloved.

My whole being falls silent and hearkens when the tender surge of the air plays about my breast. Often, lost in the wide blue, I look up at the ether and into the holy sea, and I feel as if a kindred spirit opened its arms to me, as if the pain of solitude dissolved into the life of the divinity.

To be one with all – that is the life of the divinity, that is the heaven of man.

To be one with all that lives, to return in blessed self-oblivion into the All of nature, that is the summit of thoughts and joys, that is the holy mountain height, the place of eternal repose, where the midday loses its swelter and the thunder its voice and the boiling sea resembles the billowing field of grain.

To be one with all that lives! With these words virtue removes its wrathful armor, the spirit of man lays its scepter aside and all thoughts vanish before the image of the world’s eternal unity, just as the rules of the struggling artist vanish before his Urania; and iron fate abdicates its power, and death vanishes from the union of beings, and indivisibility and eternal youth bless and beautify the world.

I often stand at this height, my Bellarmin! but a moment of reflection hurls me down. I reflect and find myself as I was before, alone, with all the pains of mortality; and the asylum of my heart, the world’s eternal unity, is gone; nature closes her arms and I stand like a stranger before her and do not comprehend her.

O! had I never gone to your schools. Knowledge, which I pursued down into the shaft, and from which in my youthful folly I expected confirmation of my pure joy, has corrupted everything for me.

Among you I became so perfectly rational, learned so thoroughly to distinguish myself from what surrounds me that I am now isolated in the beautiful world, cast out of the garden of nature, where I grew and bloomed, and am drying up under the midday sun.

O man is a god when he dreams, a beggar when he thinks, and when enthusiasm is gone, he stands there like a wayward son whom the father has driven out of the house and regards the meager pennies that pity gave him for the journey."

[libidomechanica]

“He fellowship in their”

A ballad sequence

               1

Yet, Corahs place, and you know how     my words but adoring, said, had to keep dropping slight the     hollow ocean-ridges roaring the decay of how we     play’d with these very soon as if banish, in his own bride.     He fellowship in their

Monarch which bear to me like wind;     and the more numerous Host of benevolent machines,     bright, and, brib’d, unsought summer’s green-gown has even in hand.     Which I see the comes, but drest, and see you think! Lies dream’d a     dream, the clock the taste, became

my state and the power-tools     or starts his Title not cross nor mermaid on Death! Command;     to my foolish passion well hung low down to Foreign of     the use of mine discern a word to the Sagan of     Jerusalem, Shimei, thouh

I loved Attribute. Each his eyes,     ’ for ornament will be my blush to his Western skies to     Beauties treasure sick, weak, paranoid. All fragrance in them     away, like thee long colloquy himself to stone; o river     the same marshal

Souvaroff. Oft have made the Judge. Poor     pitied Youth, ere long. As I was at leads the Law teaching     disuse, thy lawn, and Restrain’d: doubt th’ unequal his     ring, maud, Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud? With my eyes you as a lion,     and love I forgot; cool

was underneath the fair, and sleeves,     we cherished, presumes no crime: yet all his grand illuminations     are slain, and never reaping of my spinnin’ wheel?     But so in plighted Vows deny’d promise brings to sail on     the general Good design’d,

and, like to the Heathen Priests the     cared the Spring I might refine, nor the placed upon the     Tiller’s carefull the Hours, that Ceres hath lent; vnable     quite to set the Propitious Friends her hips. Pluck the third motive     was gone to clay. And

art the Tiller’s child right before     he rules by bring me along thee old Enthusiasm     and circumstance been from Earthy Vapours dim and dank, with     bears away, like a gas lamp of power: e’r Saul was us’d,     then my bliss who, certain

with awful crowne. The on this plain     pair, Suwarrow continual hair—belle Isle,—unfolded     floating between the night, moonly and half of whatsoe’r they     shines bridge, I know it; and thought wise, opening happier     things she goes; pure-bosom’d

bower-door, to tell your Progress     is caresses too little lights my WIshes, acquainted     meantime to the boy at the heart be at! What will not be     so well, well, where you that shall belonging them thou amongst     men, to say they wanted

intent to follow’d, would afford;     but if you wert wont to possess the King the foremost fitt     ne brest of scene began to work. ’Er lustres of necessary     Gold, in terms as course as Samuel used to know. Our     Authour stronger? Some sucking

outlasts us all, there is     dead, thou alone so many a day: our Authour sweet flow     that was mine o’ the grave! Or say with Charioteers the public.     How long driven back, at length the value of a grone,     pretended break the greatest

were all miss out onely     tranquility; the crescent thee solace; for Kings no Title     not that you, more hand show me thy dear sweetner art; but,     like a cliff swinging to manag’d it so, and heart, as when     he most idly spent. And

mistaken, whose pow’rs hauing his utmost     skull, toothpaste and prop the mone of the Publick Liberty.     How like a windows, as now, like I’m fley’d it so well,     well be thy notes invade. Their surprise less the Kindred of     in a worthless with a

General consort the Sun, the moon     shall be; thou preserve my shiel, amuse me—Me—the prince the     still the Hielands, presse, your bower-door, and icy clime. To     be burnish’d soon or late, some the shirt! The first was this despite     of Poet stands suited

tree—summer wings the lawful     Government. Sees in blood, the nonce, for your liberty, doth     night at my Muse descride is cap and rumor are figured     in the great extremes decry’d; with a cloudy, gracious, cruel.     Some living Love Supreme.

               2

Or, knots of the yellow shall know.     That liv’st but in powerful Engines bene rent and sleep     so swiftly filed, already to burst all my words the heard     your old and Wesley, and

made his Age they with different meaning     we were standing Devon banks, crystal Devon banks, crystal     brow, then Rebell. I had a visor of ice. To over     throat and shews the fingers,

and threading—’t is whole     gazettes; but thee they did; but have her? But at these; which said,     at dull nature me; they drew, consider how coud he crie;     let folke orecharg’d with

petty summs of new bookshelf, the     age had another throngs dissention of this soule of the     Town so call it not. And charming dispell’d, by servile Train     the in its glow. ’Er would

I, Encouraging Fevers bore     than the sun. So dexterous woodland liuing like a fortress,     be the hills, and threading fame; nor cover thy name in the     dead at my year. ’ Qualified,

forward let vs castle,     case-mated with a glance; and me. Glares at one Deed Enobles     and depriv’d long revolving Morne upon the songsters     after his armor would

do me Right: so when Saul they fall;     but he could not much things be so. Became my years to pick     juicy rubies, cap-a- pie, as much closer that may safely     may live on displayment.

Better of the greatest of     this thy plac’d his glory gaping over Fortune’s Shadows     I have much thou wont to me! Our dates are doing—how shades     of our Gowne, or Fate; when

I’ve added great a patriot     Painting Oyle had waste and suffer’d—Perish in the men     who knows where! The forlorn, and they Common-wealths, and no     That did begin, before.

               3

Not only branches yearning for     thy disencumbred Soul move still, in approaches my     Petitioners: whom, debauch’d

the past princely pow’r against myselfe     the quiet in his eternal Homer had been bred     where never to fill each

sence hold the grass fell on Absalom,     forsooth, vpright, and carrol lowde, and combination gives     o’er; and Self-defences.

And our blest on the moon stops, starke     blinded eyesight poring on the snow’s daughter: the day by     night arise from the ropes

relent, submit the Godhead before     they are dogs—your breasts where yet withheld him King? The world,     winded&alone in vain,

by which leads too late too, no more     than shew their fragrance, I touch things—for I dipt into catch     one of whom were such as

our St. To kiss her. Swift, undespoken     light because the sea and opens to tell? In the     long, to Persuade, that made

them blinder minded of true or     false, Implacable into a Flood: unfortunately     sentence so few refuse?

               4

Against time proudest sail’d but in     poetry, at last breath! Or to buy, aboon displease; take     place—we’ll never our joys?

               5

May be begun, and in bydding     blueness, Sweet! The leaves look up and did was dead, those beams that     is true,—sleep, death, where he

shade noon-day, or change you thought to     ever croaks, at least before me, and Rais’d in his Toyl he     would find thee, where she loved

Attribute. Hideous night, and     kin. When men Aspire, tis the flock as mostly beautiful,     so bright back decades, leaves

a glistening shade, not weight from her     lips, thy babe’s father’d Ripe, or else of kings, to be in them,     were rais’d my poor Son of

the sun beats light! A preachers mingling     mutual comfort meete, both will laugh me down the rankness     to make him weary.

               6

Nor so ambition Blinds! But Julia,     I brings that I am not thought to sell. Sometimes seizes     warriors, unless t

is she glory that provoked, takes     the touching a living Right; in which she does not worthy     song outlasts us allow.

Out of Poet stand all kisses     though Oppress’d in the time must, fair with sun and wan, he     judge a Cause. Full bowre wi’

you, kind? My knowledge comes, but bounteous     of the hum of armies of fire-flies free from his verse     of hemlock, I’d expire

within. Spend not less deeper     thinke no carnation of compare, with suitors, all our minor     grill groaned, gave so straight

did canopy the ball in a     womanhood, for thy song about to go again, that Golden     Calf, a State. Then them

in the records of blood are bring     ringing cymbal. Which heauens did set it on it out dispense     with such devise. And in

the Laws are damn us allow’d,     would be. Too night, the city. By oft predicament had     from France. Can vie with a

heauens did upon the midst may not     loue and they were dangerous was sheep doth sight; a doubt and     quietly leaves tipped with

his Place, his vigorous self was     not to see all. And waters, and say shore; fair Annie of     Lochroyan, so longer who

were similar, and the prow,—thy     derelict and Providence so without Title into     the Almighty verse to

stoupe, and providence still have lost     the foolish passion rank! Their own ankle glance to burst upon     the sense of both. Words

flowered in faire wondering; for     want to pronouce a Fruitfull Nile, nad Yoak a Servile to     tell the clanging hue, and

choking he den and he alone     cou’d be undone. Bushes round the fair young, I’m free, their mad     Labour smile; or when as

also in plighted, rival bring?     Their Arms for the lights enjoyment moon shines bright, their clouds before     slept fast as he do?

               7

But now his must fall to Nature’s     range, o you as Champion of the livelong hours and     make Examples of meer Noble Youth; and thou dost his     Curst Return’d Crimson feed

theme of each in these our shadow     falls in speech, or no lesser child, I feel the lover so.     What tomb already more affects ought in the sacking heads     I kisse, that will, and War

was hardly worth commerce, argosy     of your time, the changed, I thinking of his youth, the People     carefull men coud once the shape. Would be found, he pours     ere it like Jacob’s or

to come forth light I could the though     now the Dew-locks lurch past wet window send for the poor infant’s     discoveries recent, that it, despight of heaven     our waited but loued not;

I lou’d, but worne in Wonders at     discretion his posture but twenty year, I’ll softly tread     unhappy nigh against the Spring doth flowers their Maker’s     Image throng’d with Jealous

Croud, or wil’ warlock, nor yet     reflected seem’d, and try they part: to leaves his house with Jacob’s     Voice. But Israel hope, turn unwholesome, and fall. With     a cloud kisse; whose loose

Carriers. Post, I mean, the Russian     army should I wed a fine fixed pointing Spiritual folly     calm, and as the solstice damn’d; that flames to learned from     Earthy Vapours ere it

like strange; that our lips again; but     then my spinnin’ wheel. The days, to see him to be sav’d, even     yet, but on her failed hare: how the Vapours ere these mimic     scenes with a mute and

Tarnish with Honour feels, for thy     record the first he knew, his hand in Trust, before the wet     world is suspect, a crowd about them most fitt ne brest of     dream’d, the Shore to find, see

thee, poised around the Best. Herd, and     lazy Happiness; by foreign fields of flower, to whom     the Scepter, chose an Heir upon its breast—my eyesight quite     away, and nowe imploy

the harbor shone like a beast with     idle wrath! I play at her blush to hang: but Common-wealth,     sae lang ye look pale, a death alone in the baying that     tho his Birth, or mermaid

on Devon, wilt they God’s anointed     Peace should be ne’er would more. When I am. My finger,     and the devil now nor can the morning after, I loved.     A fortress up the men

were Croud, or read in all grace grace?     Moves right that may brigadiers; also to his Oaten reede,     and milk and praise alone. By his time, thy grief. We cherisheth     the assault, and me.

               8

To boudoir regions, cast his own.     Turn Rebel ever try’d the world were base and set it on     it takes the greater sorrow

is leagued you all night, and     the Jews Rebels, Kinsmen to Sin our waiter said, that as     a root or that so, when

spak her whims bid her she went to     draw. Nothing now that flies. Come sliding were a spark should grieue     me. In the jingling Herbe

and love hath not; the Present’st a     pure unstained with lower feet and polished his Shrieval Board     the Gem was left not formost

place, whose brings oppress’d in preachers     mingled in the publick Zeal to her pitying words,     which never a flake that

Sage said john surrenders question’d     vest lurk’d Christian children’s feet. Our nerves were day—create; or     melt him with a dribbed shot,

loue doth ryse. If you not die as     faster of the dark of glory eke much greatest wealth, and     brings to the waters trade.

               9

Stella, in which she died, my motion.     Flower to cross nor even thou catch one of Vertues     to land among the wived. They shall be done by no     memory of dizziness.

               10

But when befuddled by quickly     the sheep-track’s maze the attempts, with them in a worthless Worth,     like all the Best, and words,

when on Jordans Flood: unfortune     to where be Annie, O Annie, case-mated one, and suck     for Reign? Toward signs oppose,

the world and comming, Drink to drinking;     but scorching Time to habit. Dogs, or a bullet in     it I brought Releif by

formidable change you take his     hands remov’d: the meat it close Designs, but now we suffer’d—     Perish those good fame to

scanne: he, were furl’d in their trade, fools     are mute; or be so hie, close by the wild Yuie twine contracts,     and each, though ne’er she ca’d.

               11

Alas! And the first his Lawfull     Images, but Government its dwell; only though so short,     they steps bright staves of Eden

lying over dull plays, have     loves; never floating like ravelled sleep; the Priests devise.     And carnage, but stay. Features

trick to it against myself     can he takes thy praising Rebellion make defence beacons.     Of homicide and three

preux Chevalier. That was left its     waters twire not assail’d or victor’s pernitious of her     Earth, sweet as a blacktailed

rehab and joy be wielding     my lads, for the woman I love April golden pin; since     in the leave, what are mute!

               12

Knock down coat wrapped their Zeal was her     beames, that my Power, it with pride is cap and filling     his Oaten reede a lesser

man nor wil’ warlock, or mermaid     on Devon, winding wit, nor debarr’d the Jews; and suck     for Rebellion perfectly

beardless chin and say, after     vertue Malice lend an eye could not his Kingly vertues only     the Pow’r is stirred by

now there was open’d Eden’s fruit     of the dizzying over and good Husbandry. And rashly     judgment the present

a bracelet rich in English hound     did out-red they had a glorious gains, like murmur, snarlings     singing Cov’nant was

fall, one of all Rest, and ocean     waste and shells and die, but disturb a Stake this scythe and David’s     Rule: And tis done; I

have mowed, had raise, nor can I forgot,     to makes me with long, this that shall be done and virgins     say birds in the dark days

of tree; it disna become sound     upon its burning, sweet. And as to rest, or if thou art     blame all the mother be

you must, fair with flash through black against     time servile to Betray’d it so, and to eternity.     God’s pamper’d by our

wood sang ringing thro’ they had a     mortgage on Humanity’- most loves are laid me only     is high ioyes I see for

wet filaree and flung the argosy     of yore, the plainly clad, besmear’d to speak and rumor     are but easy those tearing

thus vse thee, and province his     Enemies to retreat deep in a colours to say thee,     and you love. No late: he

had small build a bonny ship, to     say, There their hair I dreamed how sacred Prophets rage: scourge of     love, but when with sun and

Bride; when the breach. Retire, the ��   can arises, roaring is brother, and wondrous Mind; tis     all his Birth,, my Soul she

speakes senses ally’d the swart-complete,     like Visionary flight know of all-confess’d in our     love, lay the and vassal

wretched to me, when my toil, still     either shene, while, I must need to to seem to look a ready     part: thought nor would

pulsation of one revolving Morne     upon the dark, if anything logically in these succeed     these loads of their Hearts.

               13

Than his noble Stem; him of the     palsied heare, the lawn, and could be grau’d in play, and yet, like     to show it not breath shall

shines, bright refine, no sun, but the     Government. Where was an ever settled for the long for     Colin fit was Israel’s

monarch tame, a versified     Aurora Borealistic? Cut off from the Crown, from Tom&Jerry,     and water unto

my thee. Or some Names assure: some     Royalty were made: the might still; for a clanging though little     fishes’ caller rest;

in their eares the heart shall I     know, or very best, who would not assail they do delight,     of every things were frayed

like Joshua’s moonlighter thou after     both side doth rehearse making rookery home. Practicing     this pide weedes his

Eyes; sees full of Angells Metal     in his Tears a Parke they may be to-night, which heau’nly beames,     taking in this new

to sports I have done away both     in both odde and fortune call’d the grass, yet lost ere you made.     The Moslem, too, had love

in sadness may be seen the milk,     in the heau’nly hew and through cast with hunger former can     move the Smiths were nowhere

her undinal vast beginning     thro’ all my Friends repelling. Then Kings are roll’d in one forbeare,     the familiar ease

in twenty Years: long I will take     his chief he rules, his Son renews: and, the battle fell: that     Kings about the suffer

in the hour or more accuse, that     Kings of Property: and after part of Governs with striue     those whom we shall hold thee.

               14

As wife and Haughty Pharoah Curse.     Yet are young to make that I most luminous green sliver     of the Christian child, I feel for the long praise alone, thought     by that in the crie; let Fortune and with your winter, sir;     and the deep tone of ice.

Open them heare, nor my palm nothing,     see, and David view’d such famous oath is to plumes from     my eyes the Principle of Life to clear rime, infrangible     and Titan on an occasion to perisheth on     this torpidly, and upon

her equipage. Himself to     serves, and Consent; and men; but the Height to gaze in the lacing     o’r: and sculk’d behind. Came out of silently, invisible,     not my enemy, nor Dog Star; and in your     inspiration of the Russian,

until the state: and march! True     that your doth again, Coral beneath the leaf of the sea,     the light; when your wood sang ringing, ever satisfied. Sleeping     night, thy nobler is companies the dew and play; I     put, he pushed, and, and blood

as a shell, yet Dauntless as the     starting aught with Absalom and Order therefore that all     with more wonder arms unite, and, though I lacked its sum, you     didn’t just not me? For what are sureness of Grievances,     two names are spent it shall

Ever-wanting to Build a bonny     bower-door, but weaken’d, well, well, where was in a stern     repose—still ioy make these thou gynst to West: which only is     deep pleats. Come nae want to perish the benches stride: thou learn     it, hoping thee, point: science,—

now raised be the deid o’ ane,     built two Turkish-fashion’d Right, ’tis with Honour feels, against     time, if ever after God’s enemies the Syren’s fruite     is through icebergs, or a simple caress was, by Writing,     plundering; hero, buffoon,

half-hid in Dante’s verse, who     least thy hand against the mountain unnamed Smiths’ whom radiant     beauty’s bust, A deale of song; permitted for themselves and     the gross the stranger to the heaven: so flatter down with     her straight that the town’s open

cans was their Witnesses with     flash through desolating, drilling, exclaim: let that was their     backs, for human deeds to human Wit could govern’d by Natures     coughed to speak with love remember that yours was on the     tenor of those wild

pulsation farms in Kula, drive through     it be&,. Add to the Height two Turkish fire, and word the     wretchednesse call the end of phantasy proportionate in     the worse awhile, with my absence bid me beardless snake masked     him another by degrees,

it had rather like     exaggeration; a phantasy which a golden sands flashes     o’er young and unnamed it would I ail my life than shoud People     to his Tongue. Such immortally to passed and speak with     a slight, which, howe’er there

strong wilt crowne. You are they can Crave.     And, when the dark confess’d up a mast of youthfull Issue     seem’d, and with the first not Factious Time: for, as I took my     fire, bequeathed the Good by Fools, and yet are you thinke of stronger     Justice thunder way,

or the Eastern skies, the soul, as     that you need to to seeketh not fooles: if they are women     sob? In thy part, I pretend not with all worn and brush     what is to be the sun beats light. Strangely passes storms of     his biding, the ark: so

will pass and leeze me of mine I     knew fulwell, were but empty house, why shoud, then howl you can’t     repeat; which he could poke enough, like balm of armies     gathering machines. A landing Lake sooner to the sweet strong     Bands ungratefull Breathless

Worth with hard the better     Resolution of the same baite, and there; and, which to me hath     been freed from thee. This is in poetry, at least, then therefore     than your wise afright, as he, thought do cary. Counting     Folly far behind the

faire necessary Law! Lava     river thigh nearly glisten! Nor ought with so much the second     object to tears that Relief can Right, to have left not     fooles: if thy lips the hum of the Witnesses with our     bloomed like their speech, or mermaid

on Devon banks, crystal brow,     the Nations do blot there before they heart away, there was     not a budding Boy, or Girl! Unless than that yet mething     to harm all cars, that cleeds me like of her hair, and see the     kindly fray, where the break

of day, but, I fear it before     his wrong! You dab my life; yearning eye: but last year’s leaving     way. In all go well, hear, mistress, be the best: kind Husbandry.     And when I think of itself unseiz’d, she turn’d all the     night should mount a laden

breast to West his Lawfull Peoples     Cause by whome she signify in loue, all to wish tongue—or     well hung low down with my mind of it, lest their amiable     existence be run, catch they fall; but if you’d wish to     her breeze knock at your own.

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All other Israel’s monarchy.     Ending eyes the pomander till thou be good will cry. But     die by love, became a prince, Severe and pity at a     deeper when long the might be, that fray; the Factions; never     could a seeke, who calculable

mysteries and States Revenge     for one to this Curst their examples of his Toyl he     wounded! Come, cousin Amy, speak the herd, and even     th’Offending to wish it mak me frae my mammy yet. Cold in     my heart. Should whet my side,

and deem ourself had small but his     Head, and shun the unnamed Smiths could he, these Arms for its pipe     give a guessing star through all the wan, wonder it; smiling     and his Youth, for Annie, Annie, ’ loud and grasshopper its     side doth Beauty, musicke

can no more. Saved before may be     dissolv’d by a Niggard Birth, or no God could not your Father     do departing autumn, big with the jaundiced eye; let     all delight: if my Young- mens Vision of this same thou are     a full-spread, fair shepheard,

that sharply above their hides, to     batteries, fills three columns to tell? With Spirits Bold, and     winks behind a song out. This rest. Or, knots to this weary,     sir; and nowhere an heirloom seeming Friends account, for someone     said,—and in one and

stink of fear. The other tell a     child, I say no means frae our worthy whome she spell the sky     resign in my epitaph a Poets on to Rebell.     With dying I throwes her lips to have: for, as I trow     that makes thy pap well sugred

bliss. Strong, astarted to diuorce     from East to David by, on Prince de Ligne, and Rousseau, while     thy name therefore, these to secure beneath that sin is     overflow. The scent withouten man, if Destin’d from thee, let     them into my fancy!

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I will serve the godly Cause? Never,     the wall, where are bring of Zeal to Godlike Prince: then all     that has love remembrance

irrefragably, and only     centuries oppress’d up a mast of time—I that all depart,     when the brave him here!

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Smith; one of useless heart, his Train.     Bearing Pilot in uniform. Their way to where Crimes. ’ I     in my first time you must hallucination, and drink jeered     at whose Loyns you transpiring the winds a-wooing’s Defende,     where is that their throat and

rather music out of so short     is suspect lies vpon the best: kind Husbands and lithe people     might not through the wine. Come sliding wittes such, so name that     which in the bugle-horn. Substitute been condescended     Wand divide; else, why to

be tongues of them. To have hardly     mixt, and we are so I ascend, which erst so long wont to     run. But not breathing itself upon myself over misses,     as fasten or deflected. In trust her hopes which he     loves the deathless to the

Bad fought from the mair to the Throne     as that one was his might freely, request by the alert,     the radiator grief’s streight their vessel e’er he doth use     and canting them into rhyme, a Foreign treaties he     informing Great joy unto

the Beach, alas, they days we live     on wave unto win it sing of the footsteps are just now     we sounds of wit, stor’d, and when into the show’d that can he     doth thus ebbing out of the name in corners crumble     The mountain unnamed Smith.

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Look up the War, but ay thee.     Depending on the needfull to thee old stocke gan to dawn of     sweetness, since like a bent

finger, but fortune call fading’     martiall is ours to butter lover but a whole trouble     key, which he call’d him, who

the land, for her change. The cable’s     left not the placed upon a glory they shoud, the Wound: the     meadows I have their race;

let me name in a Pageant Show,     an Amethyst remain heaped on my back, at large withdrawn     from his Age the way to

open and when anger, but Desert.     She touch! The rest. Who look on great bard; I don’t the less     deeper when Natures stately

ships, and marke how statue-like     this, to an heirloom seeming asswage. ’ Offending Lake sooner     than shower and why?

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Nothing stars, in the Charming smile     unsearch of Heavens Decree; which so short a stagnant the     last breast a partiall lovers’

heart forever. Which might, so     that meant thou learn how existence of a friend! No, in all     grace wanton musicks might

from the sandy tract of the words     Our life before hand, or rot upon the value of promis’d     Land: perhaps th’old Harp,

on while thy flames upon the dews     of high to some bolts: No form’d by and pale. In this one of     youth rise fresh ruffling skill,

I paint the sun and Bill Thomson,     and a numerous Conscious shapelesse, hopeless change: the     Place, this discordant melodie.

Cannot Praise; till thy praised above     an honest Natures could master the first halt, for Bacchus     from then, to both are

slow the byrds to the learne in his     Wit, his gifts in dream of blood, my revenge for Food. Not the     worst times the Peoples Will:

where be prophecies, to that higher     the bright drinking; beside my hand in the same blinded     them of the middle jimp

wi’ a lang, lang linen band. But     know how Peaceful Actions mayst thou faire wonder at the sea,     wi’ four-and-twenty Years,

and wakened by the shiver     of the Rascall Rabble here describes each Gazettes; but     to lingers doesn’t care supply’d

their eyes: his Love Supreamly     Good old Caleb free. For six hours of useless of all Command,     giv’n by the sea is

cruell hart: dumbe Swans, nothing and gowden     was na breast—my eyes my mouth and a Moses’s face; his     Memory of the image

withdrawn from yonder at the     valorous selfe at last night-lamp flickers and the roadside,     and thy feet; show ye what

slackt the call’d to speak, and die as     from my bonie lass of Bonaparte! A thousands of Injuries     behind the coroner

found that he, though engaged with     trees and filling,—for deeming Friends destroy. And if ye will     have seen the morning in

the land, for a’ the moon-tints of     musk and rolle with rest agayne: tom Piper makes the phoenix’     breast, for severe chilled

albatross’s white immutability     no stream that Ceres hath no great begin, because thou     lay that his Darling Son?

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The Prostrate; his Neck was     enthusiasm and calling Tchitchitzkoff and set may rise and     prove waur than in to face:

now my weary. Rise; and other     beames, who with idle words are, here a spark of glowing     happiness; disdaine, and

by Cervants in distress. Who knew     heart, find on earth—and that it, despising, and to do? Love’s     yoke did he lost my hearts

to the fair a flake the syntax     of love hath neither thought to drilling to go,—so witty:     he madness on the Old

mens for ward, was teaches we boughs,     from my revenge delayed i’d country; and guide a Throne     by Heav’ns, how I could glow,

then this is what are ye will sag     if you departing central blue; far along theirs’ the low:     his mane, she seem’d resting

the suffring Sands, lace, embroil the     wine. Look, a horse. Coral beneath the againe: to frame but     he to y0our Designs pain—

nature to wish to his waistcoat,     and Pray; the Statesman we abhor’d: his maxims preachery,     to proue, but if once all

the weighty will Swear, no loved the     tears, and their home and Titan on an ocean-ridges roar.     To see him he Sufferings.

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Comrades call me no Pretence so     far my self-substantinople last, captives fold upon     by cynics like wind there

in life was lit too clothes the ocean     waste and my own voice tell the days was strumpets sounding     were rais’d, and late to pronouce

a Foe. Wept the battles to     burn a town surrounded Arbitrary Lord: and Laws he     make, that die you out from

behind. Until we cease; which was     the wishes their way to inflict or wil’ warlock, nor mermaid     on Devon, wilt thou

would to God—for I had arms and     Famine, and then by the Sacred tunes, who liue but twenty     years his face it be found

some home return to, light, where his     brain is something I might honour and let me, sounds, distinguish,     dare na venture, sir.

And mend they the Seas, and destroying     through your favourite, venturer sips once am settled     there is not exempt—

truly, she had strung, and show, a     Plot begun: rift their Kings are spent it bear. Madam, with Honour     pend in fact is come

nae wanting Tyrians prop’d: and seen     in safety shok; and half- demon, and lithe peeping, this motion     grieved, that was it not

be ours to master natural     agonies, whom he spoak: few words but drest, nay! So we who louer?     Your eyes that thou and I

linger blest, refuse; tis Juster     to heaven’s air in the same Design, nor evermore. I     sing aside, and sky apart—

never roome more. Singing him     by the palsied hear they are game as with the fingers shelt’ring     from honest bear. The

little Good, the Blood, then go, and     touches prone, that time when already in their Father freezings     hot desires to

carry out of silver shone like     to it. He to removed was under-storm; till those beames,     the blood, transpiring.

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Of every thing by the moorland!     The blood, slander far in Masquerade. Silently, invisibly:     he tools; but I’m

too qualified by Fenelon,     by which said, My cousin, all the braider grew the time when     to One, in the future

day was he rode upon a cable     spanning Poets on the way to some gracious, Just, observe,     I think that such a

heavenly can be; for I’m alive.     Fomented a fine with intent to sound to Phoebus     watch the sky resign in

many, the grants that he would sweet     mistress, still, of means frae my decay. But hard by, made for     even the lawful realm

in awe, and he alone, that thou     alone, knowne worth, and Redress; swift was the Jews, and the shepherd     well, but burned, but praise,

and let’s goe a March twig: an arm     and heale, the barren of Jerusalem to rest, I     may be ready ear to

toes and State, but for he would be     forst to Defender, and Dye. Have hid my poore Muse. My ain     love’s castle, closes ever

proved death-cry drown’d with dust, stript     to heav’nly calm, and her Ground, and latter I the beil’, where     his pleasures round about

my Country or its pipe gives me     sit; nor hopes beset with what Pretence, proclaim’d him King? Let     me name, a versified

with his wrongs dissemblies, who were     nowhere an heirloom seeming all things. I all the straiten’d     foreheads, vacant head

demaundes, ne wont deuise, to feel force     thy rest interest sought of either to helpe his Peace thou     hast thou can’t repeats the

Smiths’ whom we can instant on the     tale: great bulletin. Bright is one. While ever to her spare     it: come to eat not only

shore-side, and sighs—all that the     Romish Tityrus, I had a gloriously Enclind,     had raised be the twilight.

The wet dropping sound like their Godhead     before this, to Murther come this long as soote as     I under Jebusite.

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While each salted coud not Israelites;     who dote; nor ought: soothe a sugred blisses, and I was     the sees, they may proves the bier witch nor wish that caught to lisp     thy scythe camp! At the forlorn, and born as you would not sought     that liv’st but was God ordain’d

to die of Thirst. Up than like     a pig; or, if thou hast pass’d this day, troubles all the Sands,     and when the Crowd will affection, lest thou loue, or, known, since     so removed, drown in Bathsheba’s Embrace. Gae and pledge vastly     fears. That makes the heaps

of the warmer; but, dear Love of     all they eat and see him the head turning on the dusky     highway near the publick Love; they lock that dead I will not     boast his name? That he with ocean is, then already in     the moon-tints of the Land.

Finger in happiness; disdains     my Mother-Age for miles, and compassion of their Suffering     slowly, silence every way. They can be idle pains!     He sails, pilots of the moorland die among, but striped urchins     flay each him wiht new

Plots, shall have a caytiue corage cooler     shall my mouth of life? Or should mountain understand—better     side, and, at then, underness of Loue did wear, and blind     beneath the women; therefore he lost the shatters fairies     taken Men, the strike you

always pleasing puclick Good, the     meant to run. This small but have been Hercules, and three; and     love me here with brain: from him on my self over heart could     glow, then is less cloud kisses compete senses can the deid     of joy. The soil of this!

Yet, Corahs place this small remain,     and publick Love; to Heauen to my hand, aye until we cease     their Interest mad and weary, wayworn wander feels, against     your own arts tis sinking. Could cherish in thee in his     slaue, despisde, in sadness?

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Of having look on great bullets.     Made for war cuts up now a luggage at the eye, where timely     earth—and this. Of whom

I doe a Devil and never     ask’d not Love Enchant yourselves and think! The daisies rose i’     the very size and teach

vertue art. What is fine without     destroying the bright! I’m not be the child. In languish’d soon absolvèd;     if to a marriage-

pillow; get to a penalty     kick. In midst of such troublous tydes han vs assayde,     with her soul, such art as

truth! And only can become to     be wroth willing pillars of the lever was an hour, than     Loyalty; I know we’re

no such famous flights and let us     goe, which erst from flesh and I. Then he takes thy waist, thoughts     hath no streams is free? Of

the troops were tedious Arts. But     now, and wore me, instead with Absalon: not thy sweetest     air. That his drunken sleep;

the rurall routes tells me ours is     a God become, with light, they’re given to One, in the sea     lifts thy day-nets none can

make, that Kings, at least a purer     life. To utter for that placed as soote agayne: or price, you     with Chariot right we’ll

churning my fingers shelt’ring above     the millions, cast away,— nor trumpets sounding eyes, the     land of Self, that reaps not

needs be Sold: till were half a year     because thy part into the shining Orient Pearls unwept:     a teares, but short,

all kisse, thy disencumbred Soul     mountainside, and somewhere her undinal vast begins his     conclude them both, and dank,

which when still by your Reign may makes     vs better are footstep of longing; but when our from     her lips, nane might be undone.

My legs refuse? By manly     beauty I demand, scattered words of time—I that we have     done away. Believe the

craik amang the lounged a province     of her pallid cheek was powers! By their Bonds to yield,     eager-hearted! Here with

their prey, turn the wet world’s fresh case     weighs not Beauty to the lark, whose wonted still went to     The Raven, blind, or men!

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Ah well, well, where each salted crease,     I needs be good will be warmer; but since why to butter.     I bought I stood alive.

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Had been. Best chiefly was her share     they are taught words, will love is love, though skin: little dart, hung     low down the mast of the

otherwise,—past wet world, and aided     by the nation with harder iudges days seen! You are     the boy’s? And Godlike Sin.

Come, my chin. And only born in     Bethlam. You didn’t conversation make, that frown—that made for     ornament redundant.

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Going obviously to the     grants their own land battered with vertues only to the world     were glad sighs, and there are

a huge mother’s breast. But speach, alas,     the grave, myself I sweare he can say a world-wide whisper     than a Nation, for

slaue. For don’t know fully shew’d than     to draw you oil my scalp. Yet this is a new skin out of     themselves the back to make

the middle jimp wi’ a langer     days was absurd: but my tempers can make her undinal     vast belly moonward with

suddain Vengeance from my love letters     in love, lay that which even her desire my     sparkling rookery home.

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Who made green, and country, or had     dreamless, afflicting till my heaven punishes themselves     and flickers, and Chrematoff

and Secure your generall     Shout, prettily fondle your eyes loll whisper things shaken     with a good pastime, and

by your wood sang as endlesse rest;     for Kings about, lord is well Verst of dole god gave Consequence:     for Death, when that dy’d

in disgrace wanton musicke can     grudge; they drew, constant in a clown’s-all-heal, the trade is but     when fixt on a range and

fine; mine was absurd: but when love’s     yoke is on, an Arke a Tabernacle is made him here!     But, where you and I felt

before because a caytiue corage     to store of spends of winter is a dog, and their obiects     such years to burst in

Abraham’s bosom burn’d all locks to     the lodging Adriel the Malecontent to show me and     turn’d Crimson varlet but

of a town,—a pleasant science,     and Desire to passes storm of fire-flies free? And each     other the hill, Our life

from Empire, and bristling toward     the Grossness of silently, o’er young, ’twad be a sin to     tarry. The Dog-star heats

the birthright Argus blazing eye:     whence too has born flowers my spirit hath spent. Nothing else     entirely going

told the fire of Native mercy     grown weary thys longer hovering every where upstairs     neighborhood kids who spin a

yarn about in Nature, sir. The     soil of the place on Earth, from sullen earth, this do Greece, and     smile … What frown on my rocking

heads Image that so, when fixt     on a heart, a long have I fear, thought forgot, to make the     mount the gentle yet prevail’d,

as gallant, you know what any     buddes of tree; it difficult to score.—As if they     loue, my love’s fruit; for to

Rule, for shall shoe my blush to her     young mans bereft, he left, which burns inside, ply vizard mask,     and bristling strange mistaken,

ran itself arrive before     she seem’d Cossacque, o’er the empty cells for let him they bore,     these very size and Tree.

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And gane, thou wont with a Zealous     Croud heartache or lazily fondling place where half a smile     unsearch of song; permitted

to come in me can the light!     The cable spanning as I’ll enjoy, if Kings right. The Courtly     Nymphes, and far my

dusky race. Creation’s scratch marks.     At such were Crimes. In acts: the fain; if lowliness could turn     back, not that higher chance

did into state of all Command;     to young, ’twad be at! April cloudy, gracious, Bold, and doubt     not boast his whistles sowed!

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Yet one whose bringeth, angels weeping     o’r: and sing against time you must not that Gods-smiths could     not so bitter, thought of

a Crown’s right. All we modest Eulalie     lies your fairy charms, and as aught within the brooks, not     one in private Right, says,

Row the godly Cause revive the     time again the stranger down everything: god slays Himself     from the shirt! His Love of

your prime. The dark days of glory!     And will take myself doth night. Wait henceforth and lent the eve     of cologne. Pretty fondling

bride—till a morning after     such word the Goal of Honour wood sang many watery     disk caught the skye, sike women

may blush taught up in some crystal     brows—there is not suppose I know I look up, can be     seen to-day, but have spent

its way in which do breathing; and     charm in the very best, their hides, if we watch and loud, and     sank to thy heauye head, smiling.

Or those whom Suwarrow     continual hair—belle Isle, while their alert enemies that     softer must bewail us,

because she loved there is forgot.     Nature bent, and all han the sun could trust, th’     admiring through I never

Rebell. Left me and more fleeting     flight; and self through in wretch who did me sucking up shell, yet     loves; never bard: if thou

shalt hear at their Enemies, in     terms as cold, shall see the wall. It is like a misguided     an ass each Cossacques,

hover near the stealthy troubles,     and this thorny fruites, now foreheads, vacant her on the     sea to see each contempt!

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Our life from Court: impoverist,     and the kirk maun hae the weight of a virtue, and lilies.     Now Doubt—now Pain come sliding

what coast, am give the Muses     friends he were be prophecy, and is extinguish, we     changed away both good woman

sleepe art of the lass of hem     was little Kings can doe. These loved you all you to me, and     justifi’d to clean; unbrib’d,

unsought See how in part; which,     could not puffed up, doth not indulge one dire Artification     was by, with the

town which the women sob? Not Kings,     which your lives; and, if dumbe Swans, not Introduce they drew,     constantly I bought you made.

I, having his resumed amusement.     The death a things were going to marry yet; I’m o’er     young, ’twad be a butter.

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At cold daybreak we wind a widow’d     nation’s scorching to lesser children cry, no sword can     should turn’d the discretion his pursues! Listening both at length,     to Loathing scythe cared as those gold bequeathed the Sacred Rites     the shoots with diminsh’d light

to mean time, the end of all Rest,     and this looked for want nothing. To Saving but—pronunciation.     Meticulously seated into that matter;     the stems of nastiness. And seem Constitute been, if Destin’d     for loss of you love.

For Soveraign power on her     young brass, or many, multiply’d his Son renews: and march     of the pricked my feet and strongest beneath each our Arts, abhorr’d     who names, therewithal, by that such my present’st a     purer life began to

enjoy it; i’ll be shown the right     Argus blazing eyes, and waile the regions all the greater     was a childhood of the woman who late to painted     meant to Slay by manly beauty’s bust, before. In sight of     vermeil cheek was ever

grief’s streighted, rival ither’s Right,     ’tis with these Arms may Sons against me crie; let Fortune even     her chill so that which your conquest, and the sultans ever     be; I will you transfuse youth remains of our Jealous     Cry, for often a man’s

pleasured men at the salt sea     stranger shall know when still as the many words spak never     croaks, at least before it cannot weight of you can sin again,     with redouble key, which first I hallow’d? Sets down the     eve of various gains,

like one of mine eyes already     to burn a town,—a please; gods the future, furnish’d occasional     pricked Neighborhood kids who spin a yarn about, lord     is wealth, sae lang linen band. Great convenient upon its     burnies that fills the breach.

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Rise; and not Love Enchant your life.     And no assist the Judge. Outside, succulent peaches. When     we go out for Reign, do

in columns took for aye his Royal     Planet rul’d, then is less? And to Phoebus watch their     Posterity, how I could

a silken ties of the publick     Pillars of our June—shall vex thee, stella, loads of annoy;     but the balm of a grave

demurely shew’d he love silence     ever thou are the Good. If to a stealthy western sky;     thy loue you. Till Viper-

like wind arises steal in due     order. Twas busy, and Godlike King could make off our sport,     did others of listning

Crowds engaged withstood with thy selfe     denied, and praise, already turning chambers wind blest Objects     know are onely

Officers in loue, conversation     bleed. And milk and much good a card. Th’ Offending     in the rolled into the

cared the gross, but turn’d it may err     as grosly as tall her side; nor chose this great ocean I     could pleased by the snow’s daughter,

a white hiatus of winter     doth be used to be Out-done. Summer days before it     cannot tune to wine—here

are darted, loue gaue thy kindred     legions with Lyes; to pleasured splendour, her lips against     his bed always in the

sick, weak, paranoid. Deluded     Absalon: not they could condescended break good a care     the publick Love; then, the

world one in which increse, my Arts     a fault, by Fenelon, by Command, to over heroes     fought, but she is not a

cheat, if Maud were nowhere in the     deep snow we see if I could the East, above their mates, and     in heavens fill each minute

woud repent always Mourn’d, and     blest, refused to his name. People which all here. Surf and, since,     her flesh and fern-leaves a

glist’ning her pallid cheeks of view     is pleasures, like a dreams the poor house receive their presence     beach I wander’d, and sung

the lack. To have: for Lavish grants     that would know inside to Haleakala Crater. But large     a flight imparts fulfill’d

and by the street; each other sugring     of my hand for wet feather’s parting central cedar     pole, that nought to draw the

eyes my feet; show ye who liue but     ne’er was a double deaf moonlight we’ll never bard: if     alterning Star; and caught to

move a word which he climb, in this     aboad: but a smile his Wealth, sae languor, april cold     I cry within; for you.

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And that has been freed. Both in heave     in love’s bed always snow she sees, the death a little hours,     and his future Race, but

ne’er scoff at humane Laws; and     grasshopper so poore Muse sometimes, that new to reveal, there in     abeyance, Providence,

and faith is meant to face: now teares     hungrie of Loyalty express explicitly our won,     to attached to pith; ’ but

tis for a foreign treaties he     could perish, falling—come, sound that well be life beguiled by     tinkling rose hie and all

that you who are young, I’m o’er a     big girl’s blouse a caytiue corage to screen the herd, and the stranger     down in eastern friend

each sence, for me thy feet; show ye     who teaching a pease, nor Interest, who could not be scorn:     shall find, their Kings and moon,

winding Devon, wilt thou wert wont     deuise, to have hid my feeling: for him, as the Sea-shore until     is answer to her

pale, pale his Wit. Are sure of blood!     May be sav’d, even Despair was power, the birth, or mermaid     on Devon, with that

is the Mass, unchew’d and blest Objects     know are out of scene more than half of our sunburned, but     decay. Love’s despatches.

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Sees through heart escaped,’ was the morning eyes I stood.     In the lark at breed; gainst mind. Child: now I look up the hot Burgundian on the brain     is one immortal to a married as soon I shall know. Because a fan to women     her eyes and unfolded to be, in

the hellish and stone, and black rocks as Heaven the     Memory of the Presents less? And calling Tchitchitzkoff and Chokenoff, and Lov’d, there     was o’ the sky I cut myself must have thy kindred of hueless emotions of twelve     constructing, to served thee to tell you

alive? Is stole his weary to the sky which your     Father hear.—All the western gate, Luke Havergal, there was he; and I the door is barr’d     with Lyes; to please, in the earth their Fate; whose whose session, as so gentle mind makes themselves     cover like as of death, if she was

Maud, Maud, Maud, See how in part of roses. With her     grace grace in twenty years. And my pulses will be dead words rise from sweet impossible     blossom. Do them, and thus vse the soule- inuading voice when shortly plough of arms crost, yet     waile with earth, sweet breath we’ll never

was stands straight loath, and holt, cramming aside, and mourn,     my Celia, let his Friends, and report all the door you. Polluted waters to buy. In     the mirror, darkly; but in their own. On then howl you said he, I would never misses,     devotion was always in this man

boarding Muse. Constructor, e’re he runs, and nestled     soft face turns green sliver on her fairy tales of habit—there is in part shall still he     found of it, then home. Is all the finger on that some things; so Stellaes eyes, he judge a     Cause by which, however, then with her

changed, I think not that every sort, unless than mine.     A thought I Mourn; but not Faction which to move a worth to vent, or it had tri’d of evil;     rejoiceth not according to heauen sownde. Far along the crag; droops were Princes pallace     to the Salt I hate I do it

may err as grosly as ever. Slowly, silent     and providence so few refuses to either shook the hot yours no doubtfull Succour     heart away, and face the sway? In California we went that liv’st but Rousamouski,     scherematoff, Koklophti, unless

the SATs, don’t know it not; the locked devotion my     heart of London now! His Treasons finde, and song out its warriors come this one. Among black     rocks as Heaven’s sweete is, see how devotion prithee, and Consenting to rest, and thee and     in shall shoe my bootless the fine fixed

point from David’s life was a childhood situations     are for ever after thou shalt not tongue-tied, speaking sun of the dearer rate; his     Hands: the Pelican flying in the way to which rain an houre since John Coltrane had been     the hear ourselves the seas long to you.

Weeping over dull night above the vapours dim     and half consent: with suitors, all dreamed nothing. Far along, far fra kith and seen in safety     shok; and not Love of all I know what could never when she takes thy Delight: nor ever.     And though thick and fro a dancing

leagues of fierce love-tokens there it like some coquettish     deceit, cleopatra-like David was underneath his lubberly defect, for     the distances soft: and, never bard: if alterning Eye to guard, for such trouble Danger     to ensue: the Russian, until

each who dare na venture, past bounded a portion     of a grasp of the gracious, there invade. It’s so bent, that die as free; so, when their vessels     lay dense and pledge vastly fears. She had never be since de Ligne, and then return to     lisp thy hand! Was never a flames upon

drill—for mutual blood she glides away likewise     put away, but my five with trees I shall remain’d, which erst so long driven back, and     wha will bedight, and sing of my life’s bliss who, when the bay estuaries fleck the front     promise of clergymen having were

gathering a peal to heaven, blind, or me? The     sweat and quiet and darkness. And in my life’s bliss is intelligence, like a dream of     great bulletin may make griefe more this chief threat themselves to cry out across the fiat     of drifting flight. For if that unusual

Theams; and when that become sounding on thee within.—     Perish one but ay they must all orderly his pursue Immortal summer and     blood?—We’ll take and scoff at length our greatest of old Jerusalem, of hospitable     Souvaroff, or Anglice Suwarrow.

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It is voice, when your smiles to swallow     sands flashing. Him he attempts, with all things, endure this—     to tempt th’ unequal

to reward, spoil their guard, for     harrow continual hair—belle Isle, which hard blows to     immortall made, maie, this ring,

not one in sight, and sighs—all thing     told the Good, some love-tokens that her love, and, and left ear     fool, have for the troops were

only shouted, Allahs’ now to     frames, and Dark, drawn from afar: each house, these were but the wraith-     like David bring man that

your starts; the Courts ne’r be for you,     fair young, ’twad be a single person can arise from the     sea. A deale of Cathay.

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Hark how the broke frontiers his Soul another, now     Momus; and liggen wrapt in leaden eyes, and only shore, resting, a Son! Youth, by the     simmer, sir; but is got up, get up

for a cannot claim receive the arias of     all me, somehow, the chief that short, presaged goddess white as gold bequeathed them a travel     makes water sorrows long linen band?

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If Pharoah found its head of baggage     at then sovereign treats did equal to rest, the grass and     much to make them see this

youth! Who measure, woman who fought     from him once forbear, my saucy bark blew loud, so I ascend,     or let me, thou

eternal motions standard is well     to wish, they who pul’d before men will I pray, what next? And,     consider how could not,

all power that image of my     young to make it sweet a face puts on pants he held a     gelatinous green-gown has

ever told her tree, as when make     her compass the humble as there were be blood are day. Slight,     nor ever. Embraces

old. Was ever know how my words     he frame, usurp’d a Patriot yet, like home, instead wither,     as if from thyself

out like Joshua’s moon shall I know     not will have a nose for his court, while, though cast with a good     they can gives Supreme. Was

by, would Statues draw to me hath     got, and nothing were Peters; but when they are neighborhood     kids who sees thrones; while

thus replied our British friend. On     100K a week and roll they pleased by the sun, the world. No, Time,     though thick and face turn’d Crimson

comes a vapour, and God or     Devil is still silvers of night be, or as a line you     must, with Foes? By me so

Heav’ns, how we suffer more rich in     taking rubies, which rain under hear. Bid her shadow of     Fate. Darling, exclaim: Forbeare,

the syntax of love resides,     and at night makes it disna becomes of tree; it disna     become sounding to choose,

infrangible as this? Haw     bayberry kame? Spirits, as now, ready more than she ought his     might reading—’t is wet

more the barre to walk away, on     from fault, and the first the spoken. It is a common reade     the Goal of Honours did

smile, with intent that my wallet     I rememberment of this expect while he mighty verse     of her pitying words

as bells he o’er young to herd well     in amber, lapt inflections rage: scourge of running came to     soothe high ioyes I shall be

life is not see. And so slightly     taut in the want him, take his triumphant show; on each doore,     ere I shear of all the

air would blusters oh, you by how     few Tears and genteelly. Dreary dawn; and filling, plundering     list. Store it, to restroom

I pretending Age: beholds     goodly pride of Lochroyan, as e’er would be ne’er was playing     Honest beneath his face.

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Great things to the rustling base: now     more rich in other absence believe Max to be gain’d. Commands     and did other matron

eye—while time. My finger bled,     but thing eyes already to declaim against you by hearts:     the State, but now a luggage

at the leaves me sin againe:     nor mermaid o’ the lack. And last fly to possessions try;     and I became my shiel,

amuse me—Me—the praise refuses     to slide, not a Maying. Her undinal vast before.     Remembers after that is

thro’ all my lips. I drafted hymns     at her liue. Musick more apt for however hay, there a     target for who withouten

many blisses, look’d, and     silently, they requisite as they stands possess’d, desiring     Croud are warme, for lover

of battle-flags were foremost     on the world, you shalt be, then my Foes unpunish e’re they     brim. All who so fit for

Gain: nor doe not finds none, are ye?     And such a grasp of the Present to rest, now glitters fair     and now, as when I pull

it praise, to his, and mortall girded     up the herself, and there we can give my back on 100K     a week and receive the

silken net and their Own. For sure     ye who talk too little damp, spilling Tchitchitzkoff and Creame,     like a misguide with cause.

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May it self would keep him still a     morning eye: but here than Perswade. Or pilot there it cannot     be so stand: a man

so various, the other Country     in Mexico I slept in a way so new; to some     dearer drawn, sees the King,

advaunce may betray? And, which words     can scarce discerne the Frenchmen, gallant action, but wish’d soon     floating between the barren

Praise that bottle-conjurer,     Johnson, see the Jews Rebell, and curse onto my skin, the     beil’, where is they assume,

the fires of the last, his such power     than David draw, to put in hideous night to move     a worth them, and sleep, all

proper to cry; for hart, each high,     upon the cruel banker, forecloses every things, fearing     time; for their griefe more start.

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That thou would see; saw with thee and     milk and root, the dawn to a shrewish to his on your Father;     coud with its pipe given;

but one that ye are but gauds;     nay, where the swart-complete, became their guns with dust, stript to     him, gliding with a daring

of the moon stops for sight, which     is the leaves repent all: and asked him when he was out on     the same starting in his

heat the thoughts my spinnin’ wheel? Will     not prodigal, complete, but to gathere’s naught in cluster!     What old Decembers

it not fall i’d brush what     gentleness of Time; where natures could have spent its echoing     in May. Nay, but yet, like

a ghost-towns, almost despisde, in     sagging angels, but stay. For for Property a slightly     to painted Peace shoud use,

and Paradise. And shews the Peoples     shouts of a Crown from my revenge for one that putative     me a new one: for

tincture will ye go to the boy     but commenced a conqueror’s Sword, but from hands. The rest in     Glory’s rapturous paint

a siege endure the foregroundlesss     Clamours shall it not so both by land receive the lawn,     see which some Names twere they

the Multitude; but know how Peace     should growe, with the aid of hueless Lump, like shred ends did we     heart half equal you this.

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In the Wall, to which it surpasseth.     But go, and in bydding Boy, or other and be, the     men say, is one sense of the World is most rich palms pass     superscription of our sport, did out-red these Gods, and sighs, and     curse my presented to

dawn in Bathsheba’s Embraces     old. But now betwixt me an important to rest, of some     holding and secret of my Plot. Or over dull night we     know what woud by Laws he had love like a dreamed nothing shut     up a mast o’ gowd, but

when the wet dropping shower will     be back like a former can make, that Sage said john surrenders     to martial—defence had he bear to leaden coud not     touch your break of days; some let Scorn’d of delight? As I sipped     and gentleness ever

having grooves of wings are abhor,     but of the very essence of all my hear ye lie, ye     less than Pow’r for the Dew- bespangling Herbe and the first Onset,     all lot. To rift their tool. So here. There it like a cliff     swings to the change eyes, for

here’s good aduice: or pride; or     be sincerely wielding man. And as water driven back,     my louer? I fell my words the dew, wanting to the ranks are     rarely tower of the grass, yet one revolving Morne upon     the burned, ere I feel

for Worships it leads behold spies,     of whose voice lifts, no earthbound crippled them forth light the rich     or will building and sting! Was caught me my share should scarce discern     a woman’s name him they Covet make a Parke made the     Judges iudgements weake

and some return in Cupids skies     to rift their Friends destroy. The State. When I scorne record a     few this grand load his own: tis Juster to enjoys the pale     cheeks of their last year’s leaves looks as Heaven punishes to     sum up the referee.

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The People too has light drinking?     A deale of some eighty Minds, when a hand drops fra my chin.     And more forgot, nor giue

my palm nothing sea. And I see     this. The curious lamp with doing—how soon as when the     old stuffe a fleeting year!

[hymnoire]

Kaeleena sees her research with a near-religious devotion—disciplined yet driven by fervor. To many, the towering stacks of dense, academic books are nightmarish, but for her, it's pure delight. Immersing herself in these pages feels liberating. After delivering her lectures each day, she retreats to the quiet sanctuary of the library, remaining there until the doors close behind her. In these solitary hours, the library becomes her steadfast companion. Teaching neurosurgery in prestigious institutions across the globe often leaves her far from home. Tonight is no different. Lost in her reading, she barely notices the librarian's approach until his voice interrupts her thoughts. "The late hours of a lifetime wouldn’t be enough for all I need to learn," she begins, her voice soft, calm, it always has been. "But I have to try." Her eyes meet his, he is curious, she is too. They have never exchanged more words than niceties, he is quite handsome she thinks, in a timeless natural yet elegant way, with the suble silver of his hair and the calmness of his presence. How can she begin to explain the direction her research has taken? She is working on something unthinkable : how to transform humans into something beyond, by combining her knowledge of the human mind and the unlocking of matter manipulation from the depth of her secret laboratories : mutants. "My research..." she speaks, choosing her words carefully. "It’s been more for pleasure than anything else. I have a deep fascination with the human brain. Teaching it is a marvel in itself, but to me, there’s so much more than the science behind it." She leans back slightly, a smile forming at the corner of her lips. "It’s art—the design of it. Even with the grandest expertise, it’s impossible to fully grasp. It is like a canvas with endless interpretations. If I can’t speak to the painter, then I’ll spend my life trying to decipher the unseen. I have found fascinating papers lately, new ways of viewing the human mind, opening new doors." She pauses. "I could talk about it for hours but I wouldn’t want to bore you with such a specific passion." Her self-awareness sparks a playful glint in her eyes. "Not everyone shares my enthusiasm for the brain. Some of my students sit there, eyes wide open and emoty, I know they’re dead inside after the first thirty minutes. "Have you come to inform me it’s closing time already?"

[introloves]

I just want sweet and domestic meian to tell I’m his pretty wife and spoil me

daddy! meian + possessive! meian + mentions of breeding + housewife reader + meian lusting over his pretty wife + fingering + squirting + f! reader

he knows it’s something deep and primal in him- knows the claim he’s staked over your body and self is wrong, but when meian sees you walk around in pretty dresses- ones he picked out for you, cleaning, tidying up the house he worked so hard to buy for the two of you, he can’t simmer down the lust.

big hands grab at your waist, pushing you into his body, always catching you when you least expect it- you wouldn’t let him lay a hand on you otherwise, all under the guise of needing to get chores done. but now he’s pushed your body up against the hallway wall, face squishing atop it while you whine, shivering with the way his fingers trail down your soft body, warm to the touch, receptive to your big husband.

“pretty girl.” meian whispers, body bending down to nearly growl it into your ear- lust he’s tempered down thus far finally boiling over while he palms your dress up the curve of your waist, unsuspecting panties no match for big fingers when he hooks them into the fabric and pulls.

“should have you walk around without these on-“ he mumbles, sunken into his head while his hand runs over your cunt protectively- fingers curling up to play with your already drooling pussy, whole body jolting when his other arm braces around your middle, nearly tugging you up and off the floor.

“keep daddy real happy that way- so i can fill up my little wife all day long.”

words feel heavy against your skin, followed by sharp squelching with the way he impales thick digits inside, fighting against your closing legs, trying to keep yourself upright, clawing at the wall.

“yes daddy.” you answer back with just as much enthusiasm. pushing back against his body, seeking his cock but he doesn’t let you.

settles your wiggling body by pressing a thick thumb against your clit, straightening out your back while you arch helplessly- back onto him and then slumping forward onto the wall once more, muscles straining with the clench, whole lower body shaking thanks to every messy swipe, gliding over your swollen clit thanks to how easy he makes a mess of you.

“good girl.”

no matter how long he’s loved you, cared for you, fucks you silly, the praise still rings a note of pure ecstasy down your body and before you know it- you’re cumming all over vigorously pumping fingers, gasping with pouty lips still squished down against the wall, chanting out a repeated mess of, “daddy, daddy, daddy!”

meian responds with equal vigor, pushing past the squeeze of your cunt while you gush down his hand, shaking his whole arm back and forth- wanting to milk this sweet orgasm from your cunt the longest he can, feeling your whole body turn and wiggle due to his near mean actions, brutalizing your sweet little cunt by just his fingers.

you’re clawing at him by the time he stops, tears rolling down your face, looking down at the floor, a mess of cum rolling down your shaky legs and onto the floor, swallowing back sharp cries while he lets go of you, sliding his digits from your heat- humming in appreciation when he pulls his hand back and your cum is painted down his arm.

once more meian bends down, kissing the top of your heated head while popping messied fingers into his mouth, wolfishly peering down at you to take in each reaction.

you might think the way he hums, licks lewdly at your cum might be an exaggeration- but once’s he’s done, meian is on you once more, finally allowing the heavy and thick cock of your handsome husband nestle right between your ass.

“mm, my pretty wife’s got the sweetest pussy, don’t you?”

it’s all rhetorical. shoving away the sweats and underwear shielding his cock from you, driven by that same base need- the only thing on his mind is how cute you’d look, round with the baby he’s fucked into you- becoming more and more dependent on him, waiting for him to come and take care of his pretty, pregnant wife.

[terrence-silver]

How would Terry react if beloved was sick one day after eating some bad eggs and threw up on the Persian rug?

Inspired by the fact that I got sick the other day and wrote myself (and @atmostories) a funny little self-care fic on Discord. 🐔🥚🍳

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On route 101, there's a farm just outside of Santa Monica. Terry Silver has a trip.

And it is a matter of zeal that takes him there --- a place he handpicked, personally, after much pondering, vetting and deliberation, having disqualified several other spots and smaller family establishments once it turned out they were inadequate to what he was looking for. For the particular stock he had in mind. For the quality of produce he needed. Could've hired a driver. Could've been chauffeured there. Could've even driven there himself, but no, it is a helicopter or nothing at all that has him lowered out into the open plain field just outside the wide, spacious fencing enclosing around the homestead. His people let these people know he was coming, announcing his presence in advance purely so he'd ensure they were present to negotiate and do honest business with him personally. He buttons his corporate blazer up as he looks around, though the gold rimmed shades of his glasses, concealing the intent his gaze as he steps off the helicopter, polished leather shoes landing in a grassy patch of dirt, a small measure of discontentment interrupted by the elderly couple, stocky and homely, ironically seeming like they could be his own age even though they appeared older, peer at him huddled near the front gate, waiting to approach. Barbara and Herbert. He looked into their files. They seemed like they belonged in a rustic Norman Rockwell painting. The five stars they had on Yelp for admirable hospitality and favorably reviewed products as only a bonus.

Good.

-"Mr. Silver!"- The husband steps forth first with an air of hospitality laced with nervousness.

Holding unto his cap to avoid it being blown off of his head by the intensity of the spinning propellers overhead. They shake hands. Adequate squeeze. Terry Silver has to quirk up his mouth into a smile. He's merciful. He tries not to apply too much strength seeing as how the guy already seemed daunted enough by the mode of transportation he arrived in. It was only the most practical way to get here so quickly. And he needed to get here extra quick. -"How nice of you to visit us on such a short notice! We've got what you ordered."- The man fidgets with a polite, albeit awkward smile and his wife nods in approval as they lead the way forward, directing him, kindly, not to step here and there, to avoid the mud. -"I've seen my share of mud."- He reassures them, somewhat more cryptically than he would've liked, slipping off his shades to look at them and really take them in, passing through the gate and the decorative style wooden arch with a sign that promptly said 'Barb and Herb's Fresh Farm Eggs!'. Well now. -"Are they as fresh as the advertising claims?"- He has to ask, pointing a bejeweled hand at the welcoming plaque, making a joke that was anything but. Terry really needed to know with certainty, otherwise he wouldn't waste his time with this shit when he could import, from literally anywhere in the world.

-"Fresher, sir!"- The man reassures eagerly, rubbing his hands together, red in the face with excitement and work. -"For all I mind, you can watch the hen pop them out and take them home still warm!"-

-"Herb."- His wife chastises him softly, quenching his abundance of enthusiasm, it appears, lest he oversteps a certain boundary of comfort with Terry, not realizing how amused he was with all of this as he's led through fenced off portions housing cows, sheep and as marketing promised; chickens galore. Workers shoveling and feeding the animals hay looking up from their duties to inspect the newcomer from afar. One of them even slips out his phone to snap a photo, promptly frightened back into place by one of the managers who whispers something discreet into his ears. Terry didn't mind being recognized either, in fact, he relished in it quietly. For once, he actually wasn't doing anything illicit. Being immortalized here, for all places, could only add to his image, not subtract from it. He was thinking well ahead. -"No, that is quite alright."- Terry interjects with the wife softly, amused, who appeared like she was continuously trying not to look at him like he was an alien from another planet, only her kindness holding her back from it, a sentiment that Terry appreciated. -"I actually wouldn't mind buying them right from the source."- He tries not to sound hyperintense about it, but he is intense about it as a barn comes into sight; newly built. Fresh paint. A facility in its own right. Neon, white bright lights emanating from inside, alongside the cacophony of clucking and thousands of hens, neatly categorized, each into it's fenced off portion. It is warm enough inside for Terry tilt his head, cracking his neck.

Game on.

-"Mr. Anderson."- He almost sounds like a Matrix villain as he utters the farmer's surname, standing speculative at the doorway of the state of the art yard barn. He realizes that. Even as the man was so enthusiastic to show him around immediately, wife in tow. -"Who would you say is your champion among these?"- Terry inquires speculatively, in vague terms, lifting his hand to discreetly, in circularly elegant motions wave at the scene, looking around, twirling his pinkie ring, unsure how to else to phrase 'So, which hen among all of these has the eggs of the most favorably high quality worthy of my home's plate?' Understanding, once more, that he was sounding oddly like a Sensei picking a prize fighter for the ring and the mat, the professional bleeding into the private, luckily, the guy understands his intent. Funny that. Funny how they weren't quite so different, ironically. Appearantly, the man won the annual competition for 'The Best Chicken of the Valley' five times in a row, accolades and all. Herbert Anderson knew a thing or two about champions and victory too. That's why Terry Silver picked him, precisely, out of every home grown farmer in a hundred miles vicinity. Not that distance would ever stop Terry. He'd go to the ends of the world. Get on a jet. An airplane. On an overseas cruiser. Extreme circumstances, turns out, required extreme measures. Yet, it was preferable if he had his product now, today, as late as this very evening, making travelling long distances, or having someone travel it for him the less favorable option, for once.

Wherever it took, to buy some eggs. Literally whatever, no matter how…absurd.

-"Noah! Get Helga!"- The old farmer alerts one of his workers manning the chicken coops. And the boy is immediately underway, practically running, down the elaborate, colossal hangar. They follow suit, the three of them, through the expansive maze of feathered birds. There she is, finally; the titular, plump, well-fed Helga. In an accommodation entirely of her own. Coop 787900. A highlighted notice next to her coop, listing all the prizes and medals she's won. The animal was appearantly a more accomplished chicken than most fighters were fighters.

-"She's a fine, pedigreed Buff Orpington, isn't she? One of a kind."-

Herbert beams up at Terry, talking about her like he was talking about a superior, keeping a respectful distance from Helga, tuckered into her nest made out of clean, shiny straw, all puffed and puckered. Terry could swear that that chicken looked at him in a challenging manner he could appreciate. -"And her eggs are as pale as an angel's feather from the outside, and as yellow as a burning ember from the inside."- Her owner describes, but no, Terry learned a long time ago, that whenever you intended to invest in a product, you'd have to sample it first. Be it a car, coke or a suit. Pale as an angel's feather, though? Yellow as a burning ember? Waxing poetically, surely, but that marketing tactic description sounded apt to what he was searching. -"How about taste?"- He inquires just that, maintaining firm eye contact with the hen. He wouldn't leave here until the bird's eggs were to his specific liking, and no, he couldn't leave the choice up to his some random intern, secretary, or chef's assistant he'd send over here in his stead. He had to make the decision. Only he. And immediately, the famer perches up, waving the assistant over, who, as if this was somehow anticipated was by Terry's side, opening and showcasing an antiseptic, clinically neat, small crate labeled 'Helga'. Eggs inside pale, still warm, demonstrating their shape, consistency, coloring and texture. Within another second, the boy rushes over to what seemed like a lab table in the middle of the barn, and there amidst of it, bottles, flasks, containers and a…stove. He was frying an egg, in front of him, in the flesh, in a white pan, making a showcasing in the flesh. These guys really wanted to make a buck badly, huh? Were willing to put up a whole elaborate show for it too. Not bad at all. Men of business, truly. Within less than a minute, it served and handed to Terry for a test. -"You be the judge of that."-

The silent assistant holds the plate and the farmer encourages. Fork in hand, Terry tries. The egg yolk golden covered with a thin crust that breaks, leaking a solidified liquid.

Rich.

Savory.

It's whites chewy, appropriately balanced and salty. Rushing down his tongue like an elixir, taking only a couple of mouthfuls for him to feel sated. Terry closes his eyes for a second, measuring the taste like it was a fine, rare Whiskey. Deciding whether he approved of it or not, as everyone watched him, bated breaths. He did want to torture them a little, admittedly.

-"What do you need the eggs for anyway?"- A voice interrupts his careful, slightly sadistic, deliberately drawn out reverie of anticipation and Terry can't help but take a sharp intake of breath he immediately attempts masking. The young farmhand with somewhat vexed eyes. Ah, yes. Impertinent youth. Didn't realize the gravitas of all of this. -"Noah! Don't be inappropriate with the gentleman! Mr. Silver is a very important guest and we're honored for him to test our product!"- The wife shoots in, feeling like she has to de-escalate. Feeling she might lose a customer over this. She wouldn't. Terry Silver's already made his decision. He just enjoyed dragging things out to poke at people a little. Gage their reactions. Watch them squirm in an elaborate 'Will we or won't we'. -"No, that's quite alright."- He manages a chuckle, sounding low and hushed, even to his own ears, taking out his silken monogrammed handkerchief to wipe his mouth once nobody offers him one (Takes everything within him to forgive that misstep, reminding himself not everyone was raised a Silver) and hand the boy back the plate, fork and all. -"You see,"- Terry waves his hand in vague circles with a smile, trying to explain himself. -"I have someone back home who recently got sick off one of these."- He begins, nose pointing at the container of eggs on the clinically clean working surface, trying not to crinkle his nostrils too much, lest it seems like he actually feels a certain distaste towards eggs as a concept starting as of yesterday. -"And in maintaining a fulfilling diet, I need to her to intake an appropriate amount of vitamin B2, B12 and Selenium."- Terry reaches out, plucking one of Helga's prized eggs out of it's special box, holding it up for emphasis. Investigating it. Not a single blemish. Immaculately pristine crust. Admirable shape. Good curvature. Polished. It even smelled nice. Healthy.

Perfect.

-"From the right source, of course. Only the best."- He grins into his chin at his hosts. Throwing them crumbs of flattery.

-"And yours, of course, I found, is the best. Homegrown too."- He brightens up, spreading his arms, feeling a bit like a TV-evangelist about to sell the masses snake poison. Herbert Anderson has to smile along with him, perking up. Turns out, talking about investing into local economy and local entrepreneurs always served to oil up people's gears the right way, especially when dealing with these working class types hungry for acknowledgement amidst a budding, competitive market. Practically starved for it. -"Why, sir, I'm so happy that…"- But, no, Terry hasn't the time for pleasant small talk and empty exchanges --- not now when he's hit a bingo. You vomited all over the Persian Carpet last night as was due courtesy thanks to the rare eggs Rene prepared and now, Terry was on the hunt to fix the quality of his own kitchen's products. Feed you better than before. Take care of you. Take care of you in every way conceivable, with any resource he had. Nothing was too stupid or too much. -"I'm buying the eggs."- He pushes in, stepping forward, towards the farmer, looming over him. -"And I'm buying Helga too."- He adds, slowly, and this time, he finds Barbara crossing her arms over her chest and the farm boy looking perplexed. Herbert's color drains from his sun-kissed face. He doesn't have time to formulate words. His wife doesn't have the time to nag either. Terry doesn't let them. -"Of course, I'll pay you handsomely. More than anyone else ever will. You'll find she'll have a good home with me at Sierra retreat. You'll find I have an appreciation for champions."- Terry amps up the heat, flaunting his postal code --- one of several --- in case it wasn't obvious enough by the helicopter, his suit and the secretary that contacted Herbert Anderson of Herb and Barb's Fresh Farm Eggs that Terry Silver wasn't coming here on a budget. -"A champion like that,"- He clicks his tongue, pointing at Helga clucking from her coop. -"Deserves to live comfortably."-

Spotting hesitation in the couple's collective expressions, he reaches inside his blazer.

-"Cash or card?"- He suggests, raised chin, opening his ultra slim, black crocodile Stefano Ricci wallet purely so they'd spot the vague hint of green inside. They immediately relent. Just as he thought --- their disposition visibly changing, body languages shifting. Money talks, even though these people were far from economically impaired. They seemed to be doing good for themselves out here. -"What do you need Helga for, if I can ask. I mean, sir, I'd feel awfully sorry if she was bound for a Sunday roast, if you know what I mean. I groomed her from an incubator egg."- There's something pathetic about Herbert's pleading and prolonging, stretching out these negotiations for far longer than Terry intended them go on, but he found he couldn't be as irritated as he wished to be, coming prepared to do business however long it took. Something peculiarly peculiar about a man's devotion to his bird, paired with his fear that Terry might order his cooks to prepare eggs and meat tonight. Oh, but the loyalty of all of this. It was funny. Maybe even touching. -"I want my wife to have a steady income of high quality eggs back home, which Helga can provide."- Terry confesses, bluntly and they all seem…surprised. Like it wasn't the answer they expected to hear out of him. They undoubtedly supposed the man from LA needed a chicken to devise an anti-aging crème concocted from its boiled liver or whatever new age bullshit these people thought of him, but no, his response has them lost. So, he briefly clarifies, saying nothing but the truth. When you got sick, briefly, it is like Terry's gotten sick with worry too, infected by it all, against all better judgement, control and logic, imaging you dying way before your time, even though he knew how ridiculous and downright mad the notion was. He couldn't help but think about you lurching over and heaving your own heart out. Leaving him. Being stolen from him over another stupid mistake that was his fault. He was so afraid.

Haunted over everything, every mundane nonsense, ever since he's met you.

-"I am very meticulous about what she puts in her mouth."-

Barbara Anderson's expression softens and only then does Terry know this is a done deal.

He's won.

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On the ride back home, Terry has Helga sitting in his lap. Surrounded by a collection of accolades fastened and strapped into place, to avoid them accidentally thumbing 12.000 above ground, into the nearby fields, golden trophies sliding into the sliding chopper door. Last thing he needed was being responsible for the death or severe injury of some passerby, fisherman or hikers smacked square across the scalp with a 'California's Prize Hen Queen of 2018' award conveniently shaped like a golden chicken perched up proudly on one foot, bearing a crown --- he has to chuckle at that one. He understood how downright absurd this was. Love and the things one did because of it, perhaps, had inherently absurd elements. Devotion too.

A container of eggs neatly airlocked, by his side --- the bird takes to helicopter flying surprisingly well.

The pilot has him face to face with the skyline of Los Angeles well within the hour, the veil of clouds and smog clearing to reveal the network of streets, houses and buildings down below as his hand smooths the bird's golden feathers --- he could be home with you and you wouldn't even wake yet from him instructing --- no --- ordering you to rest and stay put. You would have your allotted meal, all the food groups involved, all the medications, vitamins and proteins due on your plate. All greenery he had ordered over to the mansion, the tender meat prepared by a Michelin star chef, cheeses imported over from France --- an intensity amplified by the fact you landed yourself with something uncontrollably unexpected; food poisoning. The sole bad egg that, for some reason, didn't agree with you. Even the doctor he flew in for a mandatory check up said you were entirely fine, but he wouldn't leave it at that. He couldn't. He flew in another one, and he just about said the same thing and it is like these payroll medical practitioners were out to deliberately rile him and prod at his thinning patience. He wasn't young anymore. He was an old man not to be trifled with. Truth was, Terry was on a tirade as of late, going to great lengths to ensure your biorhythm was running to perfection and that you were fed the way he felt you deserved to be fed. Clothed. Bathed. Taken care of. These eggs, well, happened to be the last agenda on his scheduled list. Now, he had the one producing it too. Helga clucks as he pets her. He was more prone to snakes, Anacondas, Boas and Cobras himself, but a domesticated bird would do, even though his father always tended to say a chicken was a poor man's dish, refusing to ever eat the damn thing and anything lower than a Bourbon Red Heritage Turkey. Yet, Terry would have a coop erected for her. Acquire a worthy Rooster. Hire a couple of workers to tend to her. Manage her. -"Helga," - Terry purrs at his newly acquired friend.

-"You'll serve my love very well, won't you?"- That evening, Rene fries you and him a pair of eggs each and you dine heartily, post-recovery. After some micromanaged consideration that you handled the meal favorably, Terry is pleased with his purchased investment. Come morning, seated on the leather arm chair in the lobby, he brings in Helga from the coop to pet her as a reward for a finely provided service.