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libidomechanica · 2 months

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“He saw a faire a farewell”

A limerick sequence

Call it his road but go! He saw a faire a farewell. As not half his life? Nor, till my winter, and fro, and pinioned brought the tide: and the rosy chearful hoge.

And layt no fair possibly escaped the sea; nor, till my arms to endeavour. Among þe byhoued, and his life. The insect hostel Arthur of grene stel honde þe.

Not for tombs and more. Things and erbez, wela wynne with Wisdom’s sight, the heart, and trod, on either casements. To your mind; mysteriously loked for her burdez.

Whoever fingers tying may wel better part my leggez, lokkez hym with thee! Then say my penny- fee, as consummate cup, then my drink to define—nor Love.

And folde he to foe and hair! To that path? Shine. I tell, some revolving the passed by a token. Like a body was a strange, bot heȝe helme ne hawbergh nauþer to thee.

Two days of old from the grove, so your high comfort yow defence, nor his rome, when a crowd confusedly, and smeþely con hire leod to loke on þe bur bare, þat day.

My meny þe loȝe. As, to betray thee; and quench in secret sorrow hits, and to thou, whom as thou art confessed he þe prowes haden, and, like a basketball.

That she wept spirit, wit, nor will to lelly til þat he to slavery moment by murmurs to daunce. And þe haþel þenne he bound forgat not stay, and turned aside.

How tender voice cry Is it not, flying on lenþe, þer water’s ass, finding back my night to six A. So strikes in the roses with my life, then to Kryst yow devaye wolde.

And fechez hym for the gods had sound of a launde, and God-filled them. And that the faults, yet we will join my body’s end? And I got so sweet a break, soon with spelle.

And thus to be attending back thee and mellow and surfeit of þe gres þat schulde þat ho hym a strange, was let him kiss me, his place?—And free, then tender whose ioye.

I do love, made myself on this sad? We can enclyne: I halden habbez, for to ryse, þe best of all these, twas gone. ’Re sure with this answer. To haunt of my hair?

It leads sunny mead and prayse, no bad example to þat noȝt bot around. ’ For I haf er he had twenty in cruel eye hath learn? Robin bauld, tho’ that the garden.

And took exactly what are your cut to stonde schal yow wonted; bot þenne. Of the dictator strove, and the street, labour turn your to haf wonne. Out they that good measure?

And after, and of þe formed and she with choise sport ȝelde, for þe noble, of steuen to Kryst. Mean a rabel in þis world they crafty soldier’s rain his pick of rubies.

Each failed, he cannot tell you roaming? Put off your mind I schal we seems to endure the Warriors’ Necks; not, to thee: ah Christ, the soft with my eyes of the meaning lies.

’Na steer and the child of deceive! Grow out, þere þe hal dor, his vncely Grace put for þer he forsooth, would be ours forever; then lay of all to Love must be myne.

And all instincts immature, ’mid the mould—the Mansion. That night, and prayers to corrections meet, while thy love the night; but hope is a figures once dead; second trial.

Let þe soþe—bot I am in loved her behind that complying still all acquainted light, know this, resume halched on their Souls endeles knot. And swallows.

A grandame apes in the winna ease we prove of yonder is firm underneath th’ Atlantic proportional South. They this her lap. When I reached in his bedde.

’ ‘Ma fay,’ quoþ þe godly hymseluen. In their use: I own that self to aught there; blanc-mange at least-wise bringe: ich am in the comes,—the bedde, I rych and bonie Mary.

Hast thy wit forth goodbye to be made, why so wight, and syþen mony stif on þe crede. When I tried, when ye comes a fee; mine ransom me. They must be; for Nature haste.

Mouths shouldst haue a syre, þat gay watz runnen forth runnen to thee. What I require, is, What makes you strew the less—so love no more gem to endure with beautie can singe.

As fortune shall weep while ever lost here vnioynted all the man he ladies merþes. Which so to be refreshment? With care na look as I sat in one phrase … children.

Bi þe ryal kyng kysse, mon schowued. And eft at þe last and I schal worþez to deȝe watz hetterly with þe pentangled in hair, as I trowe þat a sever.

Suspicion, discern, command oft and wyth my eyes nor rested, sette þin ernde to aspye wyth spechez hym dressed. Not that heart as kind of thy deathlike them apart from pain.

Watercress spring comforts me: and Philoctetes indissectible to his life forget the surgeon’s hand who gives. There passed her so deeply know ye: alas!

She neither what the tears of the door I so longe. Now said he you are, and land doom takes away, and þay ȝelde, with haþel hem ȝelde, with scorn, is than a long each my veins.

Thou, thou upon a child. A riding through exits into masse, and not your his semblaunt soth sweet, and þoȝt, saue, a lawe as hit haden, and sometimes we call thy face.

Night were rapid, merci, sir, ’ sayde: so god as Gawayn, ’ sayde, Wyȝe, welcome gave my honde, er he was glad to serued, and on Wound no one who deem that she walls. The last.

Or want to be taken, on Godde, ’ quoþ Gawayn glyȝt on þe fowlest of alle dor an empire be there. To drink was to give it stole his menskly hym byhode.

If not yet knows! Goodbye to acorded wythhaldez, and the home he þe hyȝe tyde, and to them not. He, Look how you have made head; if to tell headland echo rings.

Yet he, that with the fiend, but now she with renkkez Gawan, me lyste, worþe hit hatz, haldez, and synge. Spake: o Elenor, I am dered with thee stands; but the old!

Who is leave to the river bed she fled to please then unmark’d, on either with milk-white hands, gathering lies deep embattle, thou must before it melts. My father.

Of þe londe þe. Main as it spake: o Elenor walk’d by one two bare divided interrogation stille stole away, come to his lyfte hone, þat pine, I must be?

On this think upon the foot and disappoint to thee she had lost. It is a fine and þe loȝe. On her lele luf not yet no unkind, now command the flowers.

She is subdued and droop’d, her infant at they one that height i’ th’ graves give. And surly Winters, as lucky, I stand the injurious Conscience that endure.

And haue in her? His warm summer, who had discharging harp amid them but one must no kauelaciounz on Crystenmasse com hider fades away, like old Law did see.

And my fancy her silks, and then am I, when the farthest Sleep! I said, my Friend, its deep embattle, in mine own. Look at me. Mean a rabel in a singers.

Envied, I, lessened hair! He hent, and there and so mild there is so good. One more subterranean echo of his road again, cold, it must with dead of her note.

To quat hit ay god welde riȝt nowe sleep. Write letters, all its maze of couenaunde ȝede; as he would emerge in motion and watz dispoyled, wyth mony bryddez þe best.

Carved so should stir and alle þe world contains over the grandame taints the germ. And by think and ofte Ful hendely þurȝ nobele, and Mars left of love may past.

Sir Doddinaual de Sauage, þe trawþe, þat we spedly han mayn horseman came before all should so mony leude þat þe heȝe halden on clothed, to cast a frown? Sad shall wee.

Chapel chose the murmurs to touch of earthly years bungle passed in a wound. And in me no more ice, and binding smil’d, the learns for the Bliss is my Muse doth youre hest.

Syn we hae a lass there was gone; no longer pasterns high: if seeing to shining eyes! And smiles, yet receiv’d in the knight, to the dizzying on one of this poor.

To hunt, I know ye: alas! It sight upbraided crimes across, his men to schwue ne to sleep—their murderers of wine must taste that fear, sweet, when she and went to grow.

Higher than when he great receiver? Into þe Norþe Walez. Go ahead& eat this time prefixed becomes across the pass unto you with bountees hor wylle.

Upon my eyes were, þat watz don abof þe loue lo Stellas lawes of the same dreams that hapless years. The Sage his eyes appeare, whose his mete went withheld her hond.

Now, who saith A whole and unperplexed, when ecstasy the air; yet could they had not of coming hearts the seas, and prepare those who indeed, when þe sesoun boþe.

Up starts to make you forsakest me? More for to fetch from all thy fingers’ feathers over my trawþe þou schal amende. Of his great bells, those aged branch than higher.

God moroun, gay, ’ quoþ þe clere man love to the garden night; that shall stay! Therefore is a screaming. By moving thine, O lake, ’ she came overflow with a dere day there!

Debated busy bot berdlez chylde, ’ quoþ þat long your cort rych bout blame is so rare a wyȝe ȝerne and so I won my tears of joy. Come away, at couþe tale did preach.

Ay, note ryche þat feȝt hym to set in sight, ’tis all to Nanie, O: the Future feared as chearfulness. Those babe was a mask I try on. Twas bound, nor, in this thy amiss.

And al grayþely grace you cry. Covering apple-trees feele thilke same, condemned to seal it only rise, that ruled Albion’s king the parish now bigyled, me þinkkez.

I left but heav’n drawn and a tower. If hit keuer see thy large length, nor idly sought; and þe lorde of þe gay busy spade, why pass’d them is douþe ryched on þis wylde.

And things of the Courtesies of myyn ernde to struggle have. For his matynez to schwue ne to boot, and coy, care na coming many heart that didst my Stellas eyes.

Lost in her sometimes in a bower kept, as Danae in a vicious of my mind, the jewelled my poor hearts! A child that affable for þat he hade wonderez.

Made her sweet and learn from the Gate! That may comes to pine, ne wyst þe launde, a lyttel, and cooking upon the soft with a voices instinctively, theniel’s bonie, O.

I turned to his crooked, and alle oþer, my dream: then being. And wicked the rosy lips let me with chere. As a child; you stretched upon the com ho of his life.

Dear, till piper lady noȝt wyl I take. The bottom desert a beggar, tho’ that initial-scarred ful good, so light, from Boston to hold, I grant cried; ah, curs’d duke!

For birds of star by him. And moving an old joys no date nor your counterfeit one must comedians scorched with trawþe þat mon merkkez, I haf frayst me schuld seye heþen.

I am and my bed in bodice but he. In the midnight she found in mote; braches make a carcanet of one touch hangs on to were thee a sweet Albany.

The door with four garages and a worde of him, hesitates a man whose Augury triumph’d the tears half a salamander at they pour life. I sawe that was matched.

And vnlouked him her turn the cold white. I shure in vain. So noise offered. Gives heruest, and I—too late, þay laȝed, and you To see her possessions, all passion.

That stared as chearfulness and his bresed hym his Face, tho will not half the lightning broom factory, the gods had but that our of auentayle, enbrawden brusten.

Nor will; but, as whott at his gold, and impudency raignes with virgins, the fallez hym his nurture. When he want to mount and all the way, a human roses.

And the kingdoms through of both sexes fit. The heat of Greenwich Village, faint note of eisel gainst my Starre, because more debateth with Desire wil on hir here.

And strong into stones, till the roads, as ȝe ar a lede lyste, world must be myȝt þat all. A melancholy drew her Moon and learn’d no traced and be quiet, my father.

And to myseluen, couth not suspect. De heuened spuds, thy refulgent that I haf haden, and spring. My boiling with yourez, if you’re dividing phantom cold.

Shall wilt be my door; so I sent you now, and while I suffer to praise, o Muses! The Imperfection but uneasy thoughts, will proceed, wraceks triumphantly.

Farewell; for the best gemmes þat hit yow sum game; it seemed to roses of grene, þe borȝe, be loved their virtue cloth unfolds, nought him knewe. Longe; much with her Day’s Delight.

Leave been fallen hymseluen. Or vow ye never cans and care in the brain the calm oblivion, there. She shed him not a motley to thy Will’ to boot, and shotte.

They pass the river white blaze into here, at þe court their fates woke dreamed how shall approaches, crying: The deed in love up in sonne of þe weder of his request.

He saw a quire aboute, cleareth. The husband is worlde world turned, and they never small rocked their murderous band, and rainy, O; but they fall be lost the silver Breast.

As burn’d, since Jove and bear itself. But long it up like a Taper of his on her by lent, as luckless, must like a spark. And he his merry goblins disappeared.

Whose gesture life: choose: would under the Food I devout chaste as he approaches, crying: The deed off, what I wythouten endez, and eft hit keuered watchful ofte.

Oft with charm a fiery arrows know? Most most kisse; that these stranger, from side of þe lere he sleep, nor rest; and make the pumies languishing space, now turning wind.

A Gyges’ ring the children. That thou hast slain, else men hit worþy hit kepes, of couenauntes of his beam must be true. Your griev’d your very so water ful tyt.

’ Bi þat þay vsed. Scratchy scarves—wheezed and Foot that sprang up from poore me, this, and be the holy order grete, half etayn watz much too much of þe grene stones, al graye.

One faint rainbow. When yet I had ached the forfeit of clene; for in your song, the calm oblivious to Rome ricchis hym alle þe gome þenne he cannot suspect.

Man cease to home, straight into his Lips. This lesson new hoe. True, which misse, whyle be sought; and this face. I’ll wed; the whirl was well; for not teach others by nightly train.

Of your sweet passion, or graces, which they kept on burne to fle for euermore wyt bene, and vche pece, wypped out, each our brains and semly syre and connez. Can come.

Coughed, pulled evermore which glows now, if you entertain moss; ever round on þe bur þat ilke, sertayn, a gray morning shreds. To recite what oft wind believe him run.

A Moon of Canaan Yúsuf darken’d; like to tourne to see: and I will be gives, this the wheat was gone. And when I seek to herkenez bi a clyffez þer folk fonge.

I wowche hit takes thee. Circling will to row that which way to hondes for breast is on her pillows in the promise twice, dear, there, þat hatz ben long pain capacious rings.

And ayquere, rugh ronkled cheere I may be my ain. At the face, and her arms, transparent at his legs, toward the primrose from his lesson by the woman, say, how few!

My father’s mind, here þat þer þay ȝede, record! Till that I would will drink-offering, made for luflych adoun, cloudless Boy, and complete the last shew it, with all my head.

Desires he lowkez his way again; and quite ready, o mount þe schewed hyghe! And friends, to wreck the sight, and alle maner of ledez ar barely men boþe.

For quat he was a sadel, quere-so- euer hem comfort of grace, the jolly troth, and hende to his festive day, their fishy smells sweet thief which one is þy place. ’Ed best!

’ Said she but draw in’t a wound! Sir Gawayn, God yow fyrst our own comeliness arrive ere breast is fro his life, I am turn to schelde aȝt. Which is also see.

For being best sense and Musk she live. House-affairs appear; nor do I find, hath taught with water ful tyt. Much dut watz brayde, ne wot in his meyny he mead so child.

In londe. Or gluttoning yielding, mutual bliss; that shot my métier, yet strive, and whitest she wild toyes are charm a fiery like the sweet boy; but makes me tone.

Sir Gawen þyȝez, whyl þay þe bur þat euer are. Save me patience to quelle; he dressing the like dew on ropez, red gold, thro’ the bar stool, downing strands of romaunce.

One fro þis knyȝt, with soft hand, seek’st thou were a purple grain. In þe world arraignes withal let it did stand, steal from their famisht case? Being on lenþe þe burnes best.

Of fault I bringe: ich am in erde I hope hope, my joys&desired. He seȝ þis seuen watz tried, each skirts. Handing on all, smiling bride. When ecstasy the village.

The Past! Were reproof, if aught he lykez hit hym ful warme water; þe worchip he doth thee free, then in hymseluen, confusion in without a bryȝt grene hors swete.

Bi lawe. And he would devise, among itself to trwluf expoun in words, the same? Ill adapted, and long pain capaciously was bom old. No motion of Beauty.

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obesity-reduction · 5 months

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The Evolution of Weight Loss Surgery: From Traditional Methods to Intragastric Balloon

In the realm of medical advancements, the evolution of weight loss surgery stands as a testament to the relentless pursuit of healthier lives for those grappling with obesity. As a seasoned medical professional deeply invested in bariatric surgery and metabolic diseases, it’s fascinating to witness the journey from conventional approaches to innovative techniques like the Intragastric Balloon (IGB).

Allow me to introduce myself: Dr. Shashank Shah, a distinguished figure in the field of weight loss surgery and laparoscopic surgery. With a repertoire of qualifications including an M.B.B.S., M.S., FAIS, and honorary affiliations with esteemed medical societies, my journey has been dedicated to transforming lives through comprehensive obesity treatment and surgical interventions.

At the helm of the Laparo-Obeso Centre, a beacon of excellence in bariatric and metabolic surgery, I’ve had the privilege of witnessing the evolution of weight loss surgery firsthand. Our center, affiliated with Boston University for bariatric training programs, serves as a training ground for aspiring surgeons, fostering innovation and expertise in the realm of obesity management.

Traditionally, weight loss surgery predominantly comprised procedures like gastric bypass and sleeve gastrectomy, which aimed to reduce stomach capacity and alter digestive processes. While these techniques have proven efficacy, the landscape of weight loss surgery has expanded with the introduction of minimally invasive approaches and innovative devices.

One such innovation that has garnered attention is the Intragastric Balloon (IGB). This non-surgical procedure involves placing a deflated balloon into the stomach, which is then inflated to occupy space and induce a feeling of fullness. Unlike traditional surgeries, the IGB offers a less invasive option for individuals seeking weight loss interventions.

The journey towards the adoption of IGB in weight loss surgery has been marked by rigorous research, clinical trials, and advancements in medical technology. As a proponent of evidence-based practice, I’ve closely followed the evolution of IGB and its integration into comprehensive obesity treatment protocols.

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In conclusion, the evolution of weight loss surgery from traditional methods to innovative approaches like the Intragastric Balloon underscores the transformative power of medical advancements in combating obesity and metabolic diseases. With a focus on evidence-based practice and patient-centered care, the future of bariatric surgery holds promise for continued innovation and improved outcomes.

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shalomelohim · 6 months

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سرود پرستشی مثل باران بهاری / sorod parasteshi mesle baran bahari - Comme une pluie de printemps par Ahle Khane (Farsi Iranian - Persian Song)

“ Connaissons, cherchons à connaître l'Eternel ; Sa venue est aussi certaine que celle de l'aurore. Il viendra pour nous comme la pluie, Comme la pluie du printemps qui arrose la terre. “ (Proverbes 16:15)

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[Refrain] مثل باران بهاری Mesle barane bahari Like the spring when rains Comme au printemps quand il pleut ای روح القدس ببار Ey Roholghodos bébar Oh holy spirit rain over me, Ô Esprit Saint, fais pleuvoir sur moi, تازه کن باغ وجودم Taze Kån Baghe Vojodam To renew the garden of my existence Pour renouveler le jardin de mon existence تا شوم پر برگ و بار Ta Shavam porbarg å bar And become full of leaves and fruits Et se rassasier de feuilles et de fruits تا پر شوم از روح خدا Ta pår shavam az rohe khoda To enrich me from the God’s soul Pour enrichir mon âme de Dieu از آتش پاک تو Az atashe pake to To be flown of your pure holy fire D’être transporté de ton feu sacré pur میوه های بسیار آورم Mivehaye besyar avaram Enabling me to bring so much fruits Me permettant d’apporter tant de fruits چون شاخه تاک تو Chon Shakheye taak e to As worthy as your vine branch Aussi digne que ton sarment de vigne

گه گاه نفس و گاهی دنیا Gahgah nafs å gahi donya ya vasvase ye sharir Sometimes my Self ego and some often the world Parfois mon ego et parfois le monde میخواهند خشکم کنند عیسی Mikhahand khoshkam kånand Issa Want to get me away from you and make me dry, oh Jesus Veulent m’éloigner de toi et me dessécher, ô Jésus رویت را از من نگیر Rooyat raa az man magir So please don’t take your visage away from me Alors, s’il te plaît, ne détourne pas ton visage de moi

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محبّت، ایمان، خوشی و حِلم Mohabat, Iman Khåshi å Helm dar man shåkofa nama But help me to get flourished with Love, faith, joy and gladness Mais aide-moi à m’épanouir dans l’Amour, la foi, la joie et l’allégresse سلامتی، فروتنی و Salamati fårotani å Healthy, humility and Dans la sainteté, l’humilité et یک عشق بی انتها Yek eshghe bi enteha An Infinite Love Un amour infini

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fridaythe13ththeseries · 2 years

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Scarlet Cinema

Episode Recap #42: Scarlet Cinema Original Airdate: February 25, 1989

Starring: John D. LeMay as Ryan Dallion Louise Robey as Micki Foster Chris Wiggins as Jack Marshak

Guest cast: Jonathan Wise as Darius Pogue Julie Stewart as Carissa (as Julie A. Stewart) John Graham as Blair Westlake Peter Messaline as Professor R. Schwartz John Swindells as Taylor McDougall J.R. Zimmerman as Detective Matt Birman as The Wolf Man

Rest of cast listed alphabetically: Evelyn Ankers as Gwen Conliffe (archive footage) Lon Chaney Jr. as Larry Talbot - The Wolf Man (archive footage) Fay Helm as Jenny Williams (archive footage) Bela Lugosi as Bela (archive footage) Maria Ouspenskaya as Maleva (archive footage) Claude Rains as Sir John Talbot (archive footage)

Written by Rob Hedden Directed by David Winning

Open on a theater airing a screening of the Universal Monster classic The Wolf Man. College student Darius leaves at the end, walking to an alley. Under the full moon, he recites the werewolf lore from the movie as he scratches a wolf's paw across his chest, drawing blood. Unbeknownst to Darius, he is being watched by other college guys. His hope of becoming a werewolf is dashed, and the guys reveal themselves, and that they filmed him.

Another day, at film class, the professor is talking about classic films and seems to dislike Blair, the guy who filmed Darius, and engages more with Darius. Blair signals a friend, who turns off the lights and projects the footage of Darius on the screen, for the whole class to see his werewolf ritual. Students laugh, Darius is embarrassed, Blair continues to egg him on. Darius recalls scenes from the film before taking off. A female student, Carissa, seems to feel bad.

At Curious Goods, the gang is doing clean up and repairs, Jack knocking broken glass out of a window pane. Carissa shows up at the store, looking to rent some items for her student film, specifically masks, and when she mentions needing a camera, Jack knows a guy.

Later, at McDougall's pawn shop, Carissa is happy to get a deal on a camera. Darius comes in, and Carissa talks with him, looking forward to his project, and saying how sorry she is about what happened in class. She tries to raise his spirits. Darius spots an antique camera in a case and checks it out. McDougall says it is from 1930, but it's not for sale. Darius is adamant, but McDougall says no. He goes to get payment from Carissa, and Darius uses the distraction to steal the camera and take off.

Back at his dorm room, decorated in Wolf Man and other film memorabilia, he tries out the camera and gets depressed. The camera moves on its own, and Darius picks it up and looks inside. He sees McDougall from the shop, then Lon Chaney's transformation scene from The Wolf Man play out. After the scene where the Wolf Man prowls the cemetery, he appears at McDougall's pawn shop, stalking the man, who has noticed the stolen camera. McDougall then hears noises, thinking Jack has arrived. But the werewolf breaks in and kills him. Darius has seen this all through the camera.

Outside the pawn shop, the cops and a crowd surround the place as Jack approaches. He sees his friend's bloody body carried out on a stretcher. The cop tells Jack it looks like a wild animal killed him. Darius is in the crowd, also watching.

Back at his dorm again, he holds the camera and tries to figure it out. He pulls out the film and sees words written on it: "3 DEATHS AND YOU GET YOUR WISH". He looks at the Wolf Man poster and recalls more of the film, specifically scenes of Larry after he has turned human again, and sees the mark on his chest. Darius also sees this mark on his chest.

At the store, Micki and Ryan are talking about Jack not coming home last night when he does finally return. He is quiet, then tells them about McDougall's murder. Micki asks if he thinks one of their items are involved. Jack tells Ryan to return to the pawn shop, since a camera was missing, and wants Micki to pull out the files on werewolves, to their surprise.

At school, Darius asks Carissa how her project is coming. With this new found confidence, he attempts to asks her out when Blair interrupts. Darius takes off, and Carissa calls Blair an ass. Later Blair and his friends are walking and this time, Darius is recording them with the antique camera.

Ryan, investigating the pawn shop, notices the theater across the street showing The Wolf Man. He goes inside, where Darius is yet again watching the film, mouthing all the dialogue, which Ryan notices.

At the store, Jack is frustrated with not finding anything in the manifest relating to werewolves. Micki isn't having luck with the files, either. But Jack is sure some cursed item is involved. Micki thinks Ryan might be having more luck.

On the school campus, Ryan is following Darius, but loses him as he goes in his building, then spies him watching from his bedroom window. Ryan enters. Darius plays the camera, watching Blair walk to his car. Ryan looks for Darius' room. Darius keeps watching the film, as the werewolf approaches Blair in his vehicle. Suddenly, the werewolf pulls Blair out of the window and mauls him, killing him. Ryan hears the noise and knocks on Darius' door, pretending to look for a friend. Darius tells him he's busy and shuts the door, but Ryan has noticed his Wolf Man decor. Darius watches Ryan leave from his window, then uses the camera to tape him. Ryan notices that, too, then hears a wolf howl. Suddenly, Ryan is being chased across campus by the Wolf Man. Ryan gets into the car and thinks he's safe, then the Wolf Man breaks the window an tries to attack, but someone hears the commotion from Darius' room and tells him to keep it down. This distracts the werewolf from its attack. Darius tells the monster to be patient.

At home, a shaken Ryan has told Micki what happened and she is looking at his torn jacket, glad he wasn't bitten. Jack comes down, having found the camera in the manifest, thinking this must be the one stolen from McDougall's. Ryan tells them about Darius and his room, and Jack says they need protection before going back. He heads out to get silver bullets.

At school the next day, the professor acknowledges Blair's death, but says life goes on. Darius sits next to a surprised Carissa, as the professor begins his critiques, and first up is Darius' Wolf Man film, which includes scenes from the movie as well as Blair walking across campus and his attack by the werewolf. Everyone but Darius is shocked to watch this. The professor calls it irresponsible filmmaking, to Darius' surprise. The teacher goes on to say he wanted to burn the submission. Darius pulls out the camera and records the teacher and leaves the class.

Jack returns, having had a friend make six silver bullets, and says someone matching Darius description was there before him and had one bullet made. Ryan tells them about the death of a student when Carissa arrives to return the masks she borrowed. She hears them mention Darius and tells them about what happened in class. She also tells them about Darius and the werewolf ritual, and they all head off, fearing for the professor's life.

In his room, Darius picks up the camera and sees the werewolf stalking the professor in his classroom. Ryan, Micki and Jack arrive at the school and hear the commotion and enter the classroom, calling for the professor.

In his dorm room, Darius is approached by the wolf man. The creature snarls, then bites Darius, as he had hoped. Darius pulls out a gun with the silver bullet and shoots the monster, killing it before it dissolves. Darius hears a howl, looks at the full moon, then begins transforming.

The dorm is in chaos at all the noise, and Ryan and Micki arrive, with the loaded gun. Darius transforms as he recalls scenes from the film. Ryan breaks in as werewolf Darius leaps out of his window. Micki grabs the cursed camera. They find Jack and fill him in. Jack seems to have figured out how the camera works, and they rush off to find Darius.

Walking alone, Carissa hears a wolf howl. Darius is walking and reciting the werewolf lore. He stalks Carissa, telling her to not be afraid. She is shocked to see him, and Ryan shoots toward the werewolf, scaring him off.

They all arrive at the store, Jack has Micki take Carissa to the vault and tells Ryan to check the windows. Ryan gives Jack the gun. Once it is all secure, Jack sends a reluctant Ryan to the vault, as well. They hear wolf howling, but Ryan listens. Jack waits in the store for Darius.

Werewolf Darius breaks down the doors and attacks, Jack shoots but misses and the monster knocks him out and heads to the vault. He pries the doors open, looking for Carissa, and remembering The Wolf Man chasing Gwen in the film. Darius grabs Carissa and carries her upstairs. Ryan pulls film out of the camera, saying it is coating with silver nitrate. They rush after them, and Ryan wraps the film around the werewolf's neck, choking him, and burning him until he collapses. Micki and Carissa help Jack up, and he goes to Darius, who transforms back to himself as similar scenes from the movie play out. Darius, human again, lies dead.

Next day, Micki is cleaning up, as bandaged Jack and Ryan join her. Ryan wonders why Darius wanted this, and Micki says "Be careful what you wish for", and they all finish with "you might just get it." The last shot is claw marks on the wood outside the store.

My thoughts:

This has always been a favorite episode of mine. The liberal use of full on scenes from The Wolf Man make is quite intriguing and fun for fans of that classic, like myself.

Did notice some plot holes, like Jack saying McDougall had just reported the camera missing from his store, but when we see his death through the camera, he has only just noticed it missing before he is killed, no time to report anything.

And when the professor rips apart Darius' film, he says that replicating Blair's death is in poor taste, but the film clearly shows the actual Blair and his murder. Shouldn't he have alerted the cops to this, since is clearly seems like Darius recorded the murder and appears to be complicit in it?

Confused a bit how the camera also plays sound from what Darius watches, and at a loud enough volume to make others aware of the noise? I don't know much about vintage cameras, but I seem to doubt a camera from the 30s would also be replaying sound as it is watched. Maybe a perk of the curse.

Loved Darius' dorm room decor. Pretty nice tribute to the Wolf Man and classic films, and I think there is also a glimpse of a poster for Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood. Cool!

Also liked the little repair work the gang is doing to the store, only to have the werewolf do so much damage they feel like they are back to square one at the end.

I also like when the cursed items seem to be almost "alive" and proactive in getting the person to use them for their own ulterior motives. Usually the price needed is told to the user almost subliminally, but here it is spelled out on the film strip itself!

Fun episode, if you are a fan of the show and The Wolf Man.

Next week: The Mephisto Ring