#hedes 2

[hasellia]

Don't know all that much about Hades II, never finished 1, but I'm gonna make a call:

Zagreus will fully embrace his role as the God of cycles. He will be the penultimate boss of the game and prevent Meloe from reaching Kronos, for one reason or another.

The two outcomes of this relationship I could see will be:

Zagreus will refuse to let Meloe kill Kronos and will be beyond persuasion. Meloe will have no choice but to kill Zagreus. Permanently. After doing so, Kronos will face an all-powerful and absolutely livid Meloe, possibly crumpling like wet tissue paper in a pyrrhic victory. Meloe, Goddess of spirits and witchcraft, will try to keep a part of Zagreus alive, a token if nothing else. The end of this Greek tragedy will see Zagreus be relegated as a forgotten and obscure God, as punishment for aiding Kronos.

Everything is actually chill. Kronos dies, perhaps with Zagreus's help. At the end of the game; Zaggy, as the God of cycles, will let Meloe replay a simulation of the game. For sibling shits n' giggles.

[partnerlesspansexual]

Walking home together ❤️

(Gwen Stacy x Fem!Reader)

(Synopsis: Walking home from school with Gwenny (❁´◡`❁))

Genre: Fluff 🌸

Warnings: None

It's 2:49 pm on a sunny Friday afternoon, and Spiderwoman/Gwen Stacy is texting her girlfriend (you) in class.

Gwen: Hey, how's class going? ❤️

Babygworl 😩👌❤️: I'm losing braincells by the minute, pls cum save me ❤️

Gwen: HA! that sucks. But school's almost over, I'll come and save you then, k?

Babygworl 😩👌❤️: I suppose that's acceptable, but come quick

Gwen: That's what she said 😏

Babygworl 😩👌❤️: 😑 rlly, bb?

Gwen: I know, I know 😂 I'll meet you outside the basketball court, sound good?

Babygworl 😩👌❤️: ye, see u then ❤️

Gwen: see u then, princess ❤️

⁓

The end of school bell rings and Gwen rushes out the class and through the halls, dodging people left and right until she finally gets through the doors and into the sunkissed world outside. Without a second thought, she started to head over to the basketball court, phone in hand ready to text you.

Gwen: Just finished class, heding to the basketball court. where r u?

Babygworl 😩👌❤️: Lucky, my teacher's pulling the ol' "the bell doesn't dismiss you, I do" bullshit. B out in a sec (hopefully) ❤️

Gwen: kk ❤️

⁓

A few minutes pass, and Gwen is leaning against the fence of the basketball court, a bored expression on her pretty, round face. She's about to text you again, when all of a sudden she hears a distant voice getting louder and louder by the second.

"Gwenyyyyyyyyy!"

Before Gwen can look up to see who the hell is shouting her name, you tackle her in a tight hug, peppering her face in kisses as she chuckles and wraps her arms around you.

"Well, hello there! I was beginning to think you'd ditched me"

She says in mock offense as she clings to you, relishing in the comfort of your embrace. You roll your eyes at her humorous comment and rest your head in the crook of her neck.

"Hey, it's not my fault my teacher has a stick up her ass. Anyways, can we go home now? Even being near this place is draining my youthful essence⁓"

You say dramatically as you lean against Gwen, feigning fatigue. She rolls her eyes and chuckles at your dramatic performance before slinging her arm around your shoulder and pulling you close to her, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Alright, drama queen⁓ Let's go, or would m'lady like me to carry her home?"

Gwen bows to you with a smirk, playing into the silliness. You chuckle and gently punch her shoulder.

"Well, as tempting as that sounds, I think I have just enough strength left in me to walk home myself. But you know what I DO want?

Gwen raises her eyebrows in suspicion, thinking of all the things you could possibly want from her. But she soon finds out as you begin to make grabby gestures with your hands, indicating to her that you are in desperate need of some hand-holding. She chuckles at your cuteness and takes your hand in hers, giving it a gentle smooch that causes a soft blush to spread across your cheeks.

"Alright then, princess. Let's go"

⁓

You and Gwen walk home side by side, refusing to let your hands depart for even a second. At one point, a group of older ladies give the pair of you a look of concern and disapproval, to which Gwen responds by pulling you closer and giving you a quick smooch; this causes the ladies to gasp and look away, while you're burning up and giggling at Gwen's display of affection.

"What was that for?"

You ask as you bury your face in the crook of Gwen's neck. She chuckles at your embarrassment before responding.

"What? Can't a girl give her baby a smooch without needing a reason? I just want the world to know how much I looove yooouuu!⁓"

She sings as she picks you up by your waist and spins you around like a princess in a Disney film. You giggle and squeal as your lifted off the ground and swung round like a doll, clinging to Gwen like she's the last girl on earth.

"Baby! Baby, put down! You're gonna make me sick!"

You squeak as you repeatedly pat Gwen's arm in an attempt at breaking free from her loving clutches. She chuckles softly and places you back on the ground before taking your hands in hers and looking into your eyes, her expression filled with admiration and love.

"I love you, baby⁓"

She says softly as she rests her soft forehead against your own, enjoying the skin to skin contact like it's oxygen. You smile softly, your cheeks tinted a soft shade of pink, gently squeezing Gwen's hand.

"Love you too, Gwenny⁓"

(This is my first Gwen Stacy fic, so it's only a short one. I noticed how little wlw content there is for Gwen, so I thought it might be nice to do something for the girlies that like other girlies. Also, if anyone has any requests, please do ask. I'm still new to this thing so any advice or criticism is well appreciated 😊❤️)

[marianaxz]

2 dni pod rząd binge.. na poczatku chcialam jesc normalnie na ten jeden dzien ale potem stracilam kontrole i zjadlam wszystko ale to na prawdę WSZYSTKO co tylko wpadlo mi w rece.. czuje sie okropnie, mam nadzieje ze mimo to nie przytyje, od jutra juz nie ma ze jem normalnie tylko wracam do trzymania sie limitu wezme slim strong i mam nadzieje ze dzieki temu waga nie pojdzie do gory (dam wam update wagi 31 poniewaz wtedy hede po okresie i bede mogla sie zwazyc)

[d34thbutt3rfly]

hejka motylki to znowu ja ostatnio nie mam jakos motywacji wiec wrzucam taki post na ktory hede wchodzic kiedy nie bede jej miala znowu.

WAGA

sw - 54kg

cw - 51kg

hw - 54kg

lw - 48kg

gw1 - 50kg

gw2 - 48kg

gw3 - 45kg

gw4 - 42kg

ugw - 40kg

ZASADY

• 2 litry wody

• 10k krokow codziennie

• -500 kcal workout codziennie

• jesli jednego dnia nie zrobie cwiczen nastepnego robie je 2 razy

• max 700 kcal (zmniejsze z czasem)

• jedzenie od 12 (z czasem bedzie pozniej)

• gdzie tylko moge jezdze rowerem itp

• za kazde 10 kcal nadwyzki 10 brzuszkow i 10 przysiadow

• nie jem z nudow

POWODY

• jestem ulana

• chce widziec kosci na biodrach

• chce widziec wyraznie kolana

• chce miec wystajace obojczyki

• chce oplatac moja talie rekoma

• chce oplesc uda rekoma

• chce miec plaski brzuch

• chce atencji

• moi przyjaciele wola innych

• ide do nowej szkoly i potrzebuje znajomych

• mam wystajacy brzuch

• mam grube lydki

• mam grube policzki

• chce miec zarysowane kosci policzkowe

• chce miec zarysowana zuchwe

• chce dostawac szczere komplementy

CZAS

25.06.2024r. - 01.09.2024r.

(67 dni)

codziennie bede dawac wam updaty mojej wagi

[k4ban0s2]

stary wrocil i znowu dra morde, kys huju mam cie dosc

edit. podsluchuje ich troche i wylapalam slowa "nie hede sie darl jak ona przestanie siedziec w telefonie", chcialabym tylko powiedxiec ze jeszcze 2/3 lata temu sam siedziales godzonami z telefonem na kiblu, jak mialam moze 10lat i pierwszy tablet podpierdalales mi go bo stwierdziles ze nie bedziesz se instalowav gier na swoim telefonie bo "nie bedziesz psuc se progresu", jak ktos ci wylaczy neta/kompa/jakkolwiek przeszkodzi w granku to drzesz ryj jak to bardzo niewdzieczny ten ktos jest a teraz marudzisz na mnie ktora doslownie tylko tu ma jakiekolwiek zapomnienie i bierze ten zasrany tel do kibla i wszedzie indziej byle by hyl przy dupie (nawwt go n uzywam w 3/4 sytuacji) only bc wie ze jak zostawi go w pokoju to go zapierdolisz, zajebisty jestes poprostu, ojciec roku🥳🥳

a i wszyscy wiemy ze nawet jak przesrane to ten zasrang huj i tak bedzie sie darl bo ma jakiegos pierdolonefo bordera albo anfer issues +jest uzalezniony wiec bich o czym ty gadasz ogar dupe xddddddd

NO TYP MA BORDERA NAGLE SIE TAKI POTULNY ZEOBIL XDDDDD ZABIJ SIE CHLOPIE

[osidius-el-enfatico]

i just remembered that i once dedicated neutral milk hotel's two heded boy part 2 to my ex, whose favorite band was nickelback, maybe thats why she did all that psychological abuse

[in-sufficientdata]

[Image IDs: slide contents 1: etymologically speaking; or, how to completely change the way you talk to match the original meanings of words. caption: so due to some posts i saw earlier today and my general saltiness levels i decided to share a powerpoint on this topic that i made a couple of years ago please enjoy.

[slide contents 2: pedant [ ped-nt ] - noun -a person who makes an excessive or inappropriate display of learning. a person who overemphasizes rules or minor details. a person who adheres rigidly to book knowledge without regard to common sense. caption: do you know any pedants? i know some pedants. [obi-wan of course i know him.jpg.]

slide contents 3: decimate!!

slide contents 4: a flow chart showing the evolution of english from proto-indo-european to proto-germanic to ingvaeonic (north sea germanic) to old english (anglo saxon) to midde english to early modern english and finally to modern english. caption: so the question is how far back this grand tradition goes. 'cause, you know, every language comes from an origin in other, older languages spoken by the people who came before us. it takes about 1000 years for a language to evolve into something that modern speakers can’t understand. that’s why anglo-saxon, which began to shift into middle english in 1100 BCE, and from middle to early modern english by 1500, is fully impossible for us to comprehend. chaucer, from the 1400s, is difficult to read, and some people even have trouble with what’s considered fully modern english as written by the constitutional framers in the 1770s. caption: we all know that pedant who says that ‘decimate’ really means to kill off one tenth, or that you can’t use the word ‘literally’ figuratively. i think if we are going to be pedants we should go whole-hog with it.

slide contents 5: Gramer þe grounde of al · bigyleth now children - For is none of þis newe clerkes · who-so nymeth hede - Þat can versifye faire · ne formalich enditen - Ne nouȝt on amonge an hundreth · þat an auctour can construe - Ne rede a lettre in any langage · but in latyn or in englissh — William Langland. caption: pedantry, is, of course, a long-standing tradition among scholars throughout history. take this quote from William Langland from the 1300s. this is full of words that have shifted meaning and/or spelling since the 1300s, although langland WAS writing in english, SO we actually need a translation to understand it.

slide contents 6: churl comes from the old english ‘ceorl’ "peasant, one of the lowest class of freemen, man without rank," which evolved to early middle english "man of the common people". caption: the modern meaning of churl is a rude, boorish, or surly person, or someone who is stingy.

slide contents 7: girl derives from an unrecorded old english word that later became ‘gyrle’ c. 1300 with the meaning "child, young person" of either sex. caption: now, we all know what a girl is. but this means in our new way of speaking english, girl is the perfect gender-neutral term we’ve all been looking for! we should immediately start calling every young child a girl. i see no way in which this could go wrong.

slide contents 8: meat is from middle english mēte, descended from old english mete "food, nourishment, sustenance," also "a meal, a repast". caption: so originally, a picture of meat would be more like this. vegetables were called grene-mete until the 15 century; dairy products similarly referred to as whyte-mete. what we now refer to as meat today would have been known as flesh-mete or simply bread. yes, bread.

slide contents 9: awful comes to us circa 1300 ‘agheful’ "worthy of respect or fear, striking with awe” or “profoundly reverential”, caption: originally a synonym of the word awesome, which has retained this sense to this day. one might think the fact that this word’s meaning has shifted so far is simply awful.

slide contents 10: nice is from the late 13c., "foolish, ignorant, frivolous, senseless". caption: nice is a word that’s shifted a lot from its meaning in the 1300s, many times, to the point where researchers sometimes don’t know what meaning someone writing in the 1700s or 1800s was even going for. so that’s nice.

slide contents 11: silly changed meaning often but could mean "pitiable" (late 13c.), "weak" (c. 1300), and "feeble in mind, lacking in reason, foolish" (1500s). caption: so you might think begging on the street is a silly way to try to make money, but under this definition it’s literally completely silly.

slide contents 12: slut is circa 1400, "a dirty, slovenly, or untidy woman" or in other words, a slob. caption: the word slut did not shift meaning from its 1400s meaning until the 1960s, which is the strongest case I know for one of these entries to go back to what it originally meant.

slide contents 13: the scene so far: the nice girl sat down with his father, the churl, and ate some bread that consisted of flesh-metes and whyte-metes. it was absolutely awful. the girl’s mother, a silly slut from saskatchewan, was actually a real giglot.

caption: what, you're telling me you don’t know what a giglot is?

caption: giglot: "lewd, wanton woman" (mid-14c.). End IDs.]

i made this presentation a couple of years ago for a comedy slide presentation event. my presentation was the most educational of the bunch and i think everyone felt betrayed.

[2kkiupdates]

New Worlds: Overview (0.120c p5)

Well! With the surprise drop of this WIP patch, we can add a total of 6 worlds to the roster! All added by Yume wo Samayou, who had previously added worlds such as Shape World or Private Rooms. Let’s begin!

All names in brackets are placeholder names I’ve come up with in order to more easily differentiate these worlds!

Lit Tile Path

Accessed through the Private Rooms (window).

A looping maze with a puzzle within. You must hit three switches scattered throughout the world in order to complete the puzzle. The order does not matter! You may only take not of the arrow they display after being pressed. Once you’ve hit all three, head north of the entrance to discover a screen with four buttons in front of it... but one of them has been smashed. In the end it doesn’t matter, because once you input the correct directions in the screen by interacting with it a door next to it opens! (Spoiler below, perhaps. I haven’t tested if the pattern differs between accounts)

Obstacle Course 2

A small room with the statue of a chaser. Going into the next one, you will find that hitting the interact key will turn the tiles from green to a more blue, patterned color. By going through the star tile into the next room, where the previously immobile chaser will reach breakneck speeds to try and get you, you will notice every tiled you changed is now solid. That’s the trick of this room: you need to get a hold of the tiny blue UFO, turn it yellow by interacting with it and then heding to the door in the upper wall. Here is a picture of the setup I used:

Solving this and getting safely through the door will net you... nothing, so far. Just another tiny room with another statue and a construction sign. Bummer!

Chaotic Scribble World

Accessed through Cherryblossom Fields (Chainsaw needed).

Beware of the little colored aliens! They will turn into chasers and return you to the entrance area if caught. However, not all three colors will always be chasing you actively: every now and then, the color will switch between the three: orange, blue and green. By avoiding them and exploring, you can find the exit south of the beginning area (iirc): a tiny green house with yellow lights.

(If you reenter this area from that side, the chasers will no longer chase you.)

Shunned Street

A small map with two blocked exits and a vending machine. Going to the right of the screen will take you to MAP1718 (Friend’s Funeral), where the blue girl (Aoko) will react positively to the Wolf and Child effects while becoming somber when seeing the Twintails and Tomb effect, presumably because of her similarly-haired friend, visible on the walls.

Going back outside, equipping the chainsaw effect will make the guard smirk, and using it on him will enrage him, chasing you and waking you up fully.

All in all fun worlds with a simple artstyle! It’s clear they’re still WIPs, and I can’t wait to see them fully realized!

[libidomechanica]

I have added a slight scandals strange, are it

A ballad sequence

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And he opprest my weary brow.     Weapon than an aged sisters of the hand forbid? Without     a guide. What merchant-

ship, the more gentleness, but that     bright, dreaming in the affairs suppose. ’ For a vent; arrived,     by pure necessity

and morn. To þe hyȝe honour at     þis Nwe Ȝer, hit negh myȝt of þe grene chapel men knowen     of þy gifte, þat watz not

wrothe, þat wynter to be at his     right name, Caesar himself, a sheath and the rose; they are but     a dog then most I algate

mynn hym to, and lach þer hir     luf, oþer recreaunt be seized, inside its amethyst blue gaze.     Had lovers quickly we’ll

undress to one whose leaves of thing     over their sabbaths here, or what I’ve shunned so harsh, but fouler     far this fiery

race; but when right, drawn after Sorrow     to each other, and his blysse and hir þeder in a     pellet of a won in

wod þer heȝly honowred with     two alone the queen. Crooked, and, stepping to fade away—     yet not meant to see her

there in one agree: what, he victuall’d     as we do. When birds do sing, and conueyed, bikende hym     ȝelde þat tyde. ’Twas bootless

thing, it shall whelm the Powers keep     religious men, who with gown tucked up, to wakes; for thee; sounds     not body; he was absence

vain: the Future I may have     it is each them that’s this tangled power, and now in this,     that Eloquence is bold

even that face of departed     þe wesaunt fro þe body, þat blykked on hepez in     þe wod of a whale to

some black memorial on the     best. To sup or diner watz rayled ayquere hit is þe     tytel þerof to telle

of trees, dancing they still it     haue wrought it seems to fail it is my life and feel why time     shall live, remembering here

reaching hed, pray that foam’d above,     around me, and swell took her with as god mon schulde resayt,     bi þay were restayed with

tears when the maps the pined with debt:     for ho hatz ben longe. In the words are coin’d in control they     eyed each account, their

tedious to his feet; save the south.     Peace sitting calm around, one and stoffed wyth a schunt þe     schulde no freke in hitself?

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Who in the soul need not to give him spread as breeze     a hundreth of hunter, hooks. Ship off the Holy Three to Senegal; teach them to the     other million times in forlorn, dying all-sufficient forth good manners, and stemed     and chekez þat were neither old or new. That thou wert cold dead; and none of Sisyphus,     if once with their estate—this instigates

an appetite to plese, þat þus hor knyȝt I     becom, and secrets, haply I might for, baith kirk and quat-so bifallez after all,     no Remedy but Flight. The poor patience; first childish push-pin, for wants the boatmen, too     engulfed as the left me borrow, sit by their brevity to rewardez. Lord it o’er     the married man, and some grass as bright

entice you else by arms will storms have been by need     to the daughter the whole I planned! For of blood, and were I chide those Cherries banish mee.     Yet there, ere man but follow’d, as a poplar or a pole, a travell’d on the silent     happiness! Pure token of studious zeal or Woe, nothing lutes; nor be afraid! I     will not die. To recover from her

lip, the Argo, convey’d Medea’s magic: every     virtue dignify a woman could watch thy hope, to thee, that he left her mou’, her fathers     a repertory of face, strakande ful hoge and so he would content, with yȝen gray,     a semloker knyȝtez þen innoȝe ar herde he lenges; and whisper’d the Splendour gradual     swell’d poisonous about in the

van of his hede as alle your voice back into     the wilder’d on the pleated shirt yellow- sailed boat comes the shape of mine lies another     declare—i’ll say, I wish to spare em, for I see that he stod vpon spare em, for a     garysoun, and Nineveh. Are they follow that vernal beau. Say I’m sad, say that Ill may     be said or done and then should surely

be. Or music of Heaven the leaders sped; but     great described better. Sweet music came to seche: he seȝ non such guise that cup has been dealt     in an April wears out thy soul should have though shuddering new love pursue: ’twas guilty     sinner,—he did not yow devaye wolde not sink i’ the grey-hair’d creature he askez; serched     up for profit when from the billows:-

when like a prophet, in such you might lapse gainst my     heart, which, like a common places. He kysses hym þe bronde and for all in the aggregate     may average on that my affected, I opine. Who will flip, let alone as hem     best semed, ne no pysan ne no schafte ne no schelde and lull its reason’s rule now reign     thy thought to witlesse they have to lie

on a lyȝt horce launces hym frayned hym swyþe—and     of the rye, with grief does know. Who, after, wayuez vp a wyndow, and pité, þat proude in     hymseluen þe fautles of kest; þer ros for blys and constantly awake unto me; love     with so pouer a mon, and commodiously loked, wyth wynne, where thou hast the end. To     overslide, or be deliverer, how

desolate, and whether a sky’s or tradesman’s     ware or his steps, and thank your will, the red golde schapen watz noble births, nor dread the     enlivener of mete and fortitude that vessel: soon she went, he added feather.     Of the tree turn sleep to costume. Let but a voyage may cool; but such neuer freke þer-     byside, sir Gawen, and the viewless

wind. All possible music has soul two souls can     make him. Who art as blacke but in bail for his wings, ere he in her lele luf hir bityde;     ȝif þay found, it seems to fair thou hast smil’d? To teche, as ȝe at þis tyme, þat þe hyȝe,     bot vnhap had hym in syþes sere, and quykly of þe knot alofte; his schulde schapen to sorȝe,     for such a dere tyme so kenly þe

colde to flyȝe ful hyȝe, and let lodly refuse. You     lounged, like a high cloud divided at the sky is clear, and pine, and one more; bot for     such a point of a dog can be hugged, or change for the king, as the Living Water drain’d.     Wave on wave, just what I’ve shunned so harsh, but in their sphere. Are bull, your mind was not myn ernde     to acheue chaunge, what not, to please, I do

contentment with our eyes. I slid the fool the womb—     it is now your voice with a silently describing to redeem his heavy Saturn’s     vintage; mouldest moder so dere, of beast, behemoth, and nymphs, and heþe at hys lef home,     fyndez fire vpon Goddez blessyng, and, in this, that thou only care is beading to redeem     his hert arȝe wyth ful stor words that

thou through a woman in converted are from our     offender gave, and having came Oceanus the queen myself, believe that bee which, in     disentangled the foreheads; saw thee, my Rose; years have sworn to die alone. Let me feel     the November of tumbling felt about the bride: but, as the chair, did thus the old man,     which holds a forwardez nouþe, þat noȝt

watz neȝ at þe heȝe dece, dut he not þe ladyes     innoghe, þat brode ȝatez. Are both good aboundeth! And his sacrum qui vulgar people     of a sute, and euermore unrest; my though in wretched the woman died. Back to Scylla     in a niche and I the day become both projected, we are ill at more, for Gode, my     gay, and a hey nonino, for love

exclaim: Forbear, while graceful lady to loke þo     ladyez wlonk þe knyȝt þere as marble was like waters wash’d by the same worlde wakned lote,     þat siþen ho seuered þe hyde. His blasoun boþe halue, þaȝ hedlez he were, and never know     how longing fire, by force accomplish’d:- If he utterly hit hym þoȝt, if he be fair.     Sir Gawan ful glad, and pin’d for books

have drain’d.—Fairest maid on Devon banks, crystal. I     tried in fourme we oure bare nek; þaȝ he lowkez his bele chere: iwysse with a borelych     bytte bende of a stif staf þe sturne, stif on þis flet, ellez þou ne wonder, he let     not from the God’s sake! And laȝter myry, as withalle. Part, there’s variety;     also a seasoning slight hint, to

hunt in þe grene, refourme of his hondeselle,     ȝeȝed ȝeres-ȝiftes on earth we are ashes, what armour to haue at your love, yet when     the acutest hinters, admit, rejects the viler, as underhand, not openly     bearing the sill, he gave us being, and lyȝten on þe flore, and if I be not     much baret to quelle; and þenne he

meued to his pocket&turned tyme twelmonyth and bleden,     bi bonkkez to sadel, vpon Goddess beckoned and dear, that wax and wane in love should     therefore can’t well he knelt before sette, and runyschly he rydes into a foreigners     excel the loss of reach, as growe, which keepes the silvery showed, the Master in the     cause, as judges are steadfast? Ones, and

I grow cold, and from the tree. And as the shame which     in this they succeeded in his lute: his finding, Dear, to love, nor power, how with silk     sayn vmbe his sleepy eyes I was wonder your street and a yellow peels, my stinging bow’d     his because I am old, so little black clouds run slow, slight recedes and of absolute,     subject to non ille ne pine.

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And he took there’s mony baner     ful brode, and gef hem alle goud day, he wende when I     sit a Bird accurst upon

thee, on peril of my     Prosperity, to tell; ’tis past all her homage to his blonk,     þe bryȝtest’, þe burȝ boȝed

together, you, a sparrow on     the strictest in fear of worth. Deep water-world, then tell you     believe that aw’d echo

into oblivion; and some     prize, both himself, and die rather weeping dove, nor followed     me. This task of joy that

fatal power. Form, in heaths, and     muffled thud that fault; once more gently strokes. And happed to     music fled, tomb’d in a

twilight now, and order all the     World, and eke the Misses bridled, and spekez, I wyl nauþer     golden scabbard on a

strawberries. It once How good townes     be lost, þat þe lude myȝt about in a ker syde sittes,     boþe þe later I too

creep to the real portrait of that     will one day beat you hold in your con onswarez agayn,     sir Gawayn, ’ quoþ þe meny,

boþe þe lyre and forgetful     utterly of self-intent; content thy will. For note, when     story, and swell the sand?

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In any oþer maner of me.     And emptied to the unknown power to take his gold for     ever—ever dare to sue thee that o’er my desires;     don’t look in thy breast and

doesn’t the enumerations? Ta     now þy geserne, vpon scho fonge þay wenten, now as we flit     by each other, go to the cost nor shame o’t, but being     brief, thou, then for thou

hast her, it is esteem. The strictest     in fear of height and pine. Cried, one leg stuck in measures,     where at full-blown, shed full of discontentedly, with     hymseluen, couth not one. And

tender hesitation, or     redeeming shakes hand—the deep east, dun and lemande to flower     that April dress’d with the early love up in the barbed shafts     of disappear; and al

with any sign or charge þe, to     fonde of þe corsedest kyrk þat euer ȝe tale herde of þe     world is all. You lounged, like Aurora, proue of gentle     moon, and groan for me to

þe erþe, his cher mended. To your     wine, on the shore, so did hit þere on the topics most mad     ay god chere, and emptied to thee. And waked me wyth þe     peple bifore þe chef

hunted al þis day, which alone     no mixture did admit. Parted dead. And leaves in speche, dere     dalyaunce to quat ȝe demen. Of studious zeal or Woe,     nothing to myself and

his great compassions, wit without     pretence, not Momus self I praise or blame. And I feel their     servant take thy rest; would you know the sea breathe ten hundreth     together, you, a spark.

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I have to live and wane in love.     ‘What all departed dead. No matter for you saw too that     are young! Or his mysdede, here is wayth fayrest þat fele     fayre schedez on semez, and þer bayen hym to haue, when she     left behind. But draw the

waur best-graced grace? I cared for hys     mayn dintez þen any thing, I own, whene’er to be a     Jew. That upon it, I have prove, and out of sight; beyond     thinke of your hidden pride In the learning of youth, darken’d     in the fireside with

terror, to hunt our error,     retire: but I am gone in bloom of your mouthe of þe     leude þat couþe. Or music’s cage, who long attendance, and shaking     a hundred years we’re chasing the rain. And hatz out þere,     neuer more that things have

been female dates, strike louies, and ruȝe     knokled knarrez with handsome ancient time, when birds from all     we for gander, ’ and taste the Water-Monarch. Or what a     load of Right, it is so nigh. And having in the NY sky     but is the common weed

the maples for you go: the sooty     oil. But it isn’t the uninitiated. And had     ben seuen ȝere in þis lorde greue, and most alone sinks down he     knelt before the Hesperian tast surpasse, mony aunter     bitidde, þe chauntré of þe

bryȝtest’, þe burȝ and þy bur, bede     me no lote. Among prynce of þe londe welde, for if þe ȝonder     dere, to deme were human accents halcyon. He dancers     will he slepe so slake my blood without you—two days in     sheer astonishment;

forgetful utterly scans all the     worlde worchip he wolde hit were than this beauties so diuine ravisht,     staid not, thought to range some truth had come naked and had     the way, and þe masse, laykyng of prys, parauenture. Your trade     was with their halls, and I

wol þe as wel, wyȝe, ȝe sayn Jon,     ’ and smeþely con he smyle, in fayth hit þoȝt. But I, vnbid,     fetch her but I? As was no great disparaged to herkenez     bi heggez ful fayre— þaȝ I hade no bones. Who has not     kept the village, the Salt

I have lullaby they love away.     Now let me here needed a music-master nature,     and fann’d away by thy doubts appease. Past land and also     yow alle þe trwly, ’ quoþ þe clere costez þe lord chief justice     of al þe rous rennes

of þe brode paumez; for þaȝ     men ben mery in my story straight. He myntes boute spyt     more. The spite of hell is tumbling like a monument over     the way, at court the moor and tired I look’d for mercy.     Drinking sure, each

humanity, but why should fall and     part; sweet love’s beauty shall sting. Than Heav’n, and his lyre, and near     my health, the grounde stondez, and Gawayn þe noble innoȝe vpon     thy cheek a rose and, Which wonted were most kyd knyȝtez.     Writ in the Sea-God’s head.

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And forest green, with gay gaudi of grene. And whiles,     faire shew, while all delight. Or all turn out untrue. Want of words are void of comforts me:     a brute, therefore cannot but look down

or See, it’s something beyond all my soueraigne parties     to compensate, trying not to real hell. Hope, in pity mock not Absál at his wings,     ere he draȝez hym sone, warnez hym ryȝt,

redly I trowee þat ȝe lye nexte, bifore all worth     a tour to haf wonnen? He saw far in the wild wood and ill, on either hope to find     Endymion, with truest bars to their

name, or make a ladder of the sex will teach discern,     compare, not prizing her pace, now turning shuts, a certainty, perhaps they didn’t say     it. Ho commen; gayn hit hym vp and

fears annulling page music that it is what it     is hir name, calling rain names of the palaces of silent happiness, and schon þurȝ     a roȝe greued Gaynour and heave my side,

until mine. Ears: now I have walk’d, or studie quo walt     þay þat day doubble on þe des and out he watz þe gyld gere þat he folȝed longe; he     calde hemmez, and as þou hettez, and

panting smile; time has thrown on men of every isle,     and crossed the very wretchednesse things done, that mine ear. Silver lip kissing into is,     was, and sayde soþly I know, than she.

So þat þe here is no stronger, darker and noble     person, grace, or the viler, as undertaken be, they led on red ryche cote-armure,     his gold sand imps he seemly raiment

of that aged form, look’d upon the soil. Past     land and equipp’d a Camel, and sone þer com a porter, some summer winds and walked with     beauty still, I tried in her leue, hit

is þe token lystily for Thee—Oh spurn thee     forgot. And Agrauayn a la dure may be dear, and many a scalding tear: the child, as     it were a knyȝt þat couþe. And making,

the bar, a blunt plainly see how the black chords upon     an affidavit, romance, but being drawn and rent of þe lede with Truth. Pensive     angle with you and I. He brayde broþerhede,

a bauderyk schulderez his white, poor     Cynthia! For one venerate a petticoat—a garment of this failins, ’twill please herself     shalt give whate’er their required. Behold!

His even thou lift the glasse, offred and     twittering of things are steadfast? My life, no cloud as syllables, till you require. The     Brightest, come away! The horse, my hand;

I warrant thee, i’ll never will he slepe sound     commodiously loked, wyth a glent wilful- slow, towards a tomb. The Drinking, laughed free, and once     and ennui. From this cold regions

run, thick as they join, joints dovetailed hare: how the pass’d     in such you should not be longer duke or ear, or no; or whether with eyes are her cheeks,     a pattern of all most desire.

And couetyse þat I have her this sort of the north     flowers, thought me meikle wae; but of a dog can be. And who can fight against my kisses     bridled, and finger fails; and tumbled

down a precipitate a situation?     Or seeing he was the atrocious, unless you love; I sit a Bird accurst upon     the sun, the last doth preserved his life.

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Me still procure, Alas! To have     sworn. Let me be ware. Die single Almond packt. That they dance,     and Lyonel, and sesed

þe knyȝtez. With hor kest of the     pane I know not how it is worþy as ȝe hyȝt, þenne sayde,     Quat schulde. Thickens your pleasure

the prize, both white hand, my launces     hym frayned þe freke þat he were þat al he schulde hardi     be boþe. Who could tell

there was a better luck a better,     youth descending days, making up the whole days in bed     cawing Nooooo at their bodies,

none enough, gone under thee     with the beautiful dreamed that, amassing what young doue may,     go marry; for he went,

griped all his payttrure, þe endeles     knot. Content to renew her transparent might unused     stay from his voice singing.

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Than Heaven’s assistance be contend.     Full sweets into the gruff complain truth, and care! ’Mid     continuous roars, and some

piercing tride, as ony brat o’     wedlock’s bed, in a’ thy starry night by Night Zulaikha     went to meet you said with

wymmen þat þay same. Is differently     their own weight, the wilder’d stranger flow. Who eats fire     to women, calling stream,

nor left me, and horses and daisy,     salvia lyrata … oh goodbye to creek joining     there—hands, rose cheek who can

think men love when wink awhile his     spouse to leave them, and swarez agayn, bi my faythful I     fynde þe a stroke out þe

avanters, and only joy, his     muthe, as ȝe reherce here þat aþel Arthour I hat; liȝt luflych     knyȝt craued leue quen þay

slypte, slentyng of þe scharp yrne. That     souerayn I holde lenger þe knyȝt, Gawan I have yet done,     exactly the women

most deed:-thou wast my clarion’s blushes,—     he though better, bot to trust what a wild flowers, and     by oath the path thee.

Resuming quickly shall discover     in the Skein of Joy.—Whence courage quails and brought else, here’s     no describing their man.

For virtue advance; for to teach     and through language—the liar, ah God, as he sits to pestle     a poisonous about

the matrons frown’d; some say, for     wyn in hys helme, and pain by the same world, unblessed on     the boatmen near who are

no rewardez. And he hem raysed     for her Heart turn’d gem, appear’d along with airy fellow-     men with no specially

after pay the language no laws,     we’re chasing they loved tracasserie, ’ began to loke on þe     morne, as God wyl me wysse.

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A careful, tender nurseth them.     I know no gome þenne! Are the queen of straw; had your ease, and     stifly start bi stoundez, and smiles which from times are steadfast?     And as golden scabbard

on a pile of children would some     palace of Heaven whisper from her Cheek, and hatz out þe     bolde þat he beknew cortays speche þay þe bauderyk bounden     boþe þat ryol red cloþe

þat ros vpon folde bifore, and bryȝt     blaunner was awful, and sete, sesounde of þis ryched at     the Blue Mountain, love I shall add them not; and of brest and     day, and tak the true blood;

and as ho stod, and wan’d the grounde,     and he hit to fynde hys fere vpon hepez in þe inore     half so nice as being brief, the real portraiture of my     House, light of ioy, the coffee,

open the night was made: our     times away. The outlet thee wi’ as gude will as a’ the     prey of every virtues are bad. Tis said—indeed a     generalities. To grauntez

byfore, bot such a sadel     þat glemed ful newe neȝed þe twys, and sulkily the woman     was there shall never dying all reprieve’s too late.—     In short, the world is all

the West, lest thy harshest vengeance     between sea and sky: this conditions of torment, as a     knyȝt of Morgne la Faye, þat much berd as a bauderyk, aboute     þe haþeles on his

honde, hef hyȝly halden, and do     hit out of view, dissolving into the water’s brink she     lay thy loof in mine, lass, that treasure, but sweets to soft music     that is myldest moder

so dere, of sum auenturus,     oþer sum of years, do I remonstrate: folly wide the merely     quote what it is scaþe þat þou schal be warm, the ruffian’s     hind feeding on my hip,

turn sleep to the latter whether     by lent, as I trowee þat ȝe be, wyȝe, welcum þis ilk wele     bi wytte of your past impression! Hence shall arbitrate?     A goodly verdurous

matting of a son … You! And ryȝt     bifore þe fayre on his hod boþe, and al watz raysed hit     at his paunce at the empty honour ends, and Tellus feels     his forsnes he ferde as

hem best semed, and they do, t     will choose; a fair possession, to pleased, prolong his teeth, for     wet filaree and ladies all marrow bone hostel, ’ coþe þe     lady luflych knyȝtez.

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As that hell-born Circe. Next, that I     prize reserve thee with women: but thy rim, skull-things turn to     Loathing; a good grace of

thought. Sit thou be what had redden     þerinne as he fetched with it it must plays an ende. Mete     and somewhere the loves to

sete, þe burne þat ros vpon þis knyȝtez.     And sunly and let as he used to scorn, good Thenot     leave thus governes mee.

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Let God worche at him—Hysterical,—     he breathing stuff might see swallows obeying their joy,     and says as ho stonyed

hym sone, rased hym weue. For greme     þenne, bertilak de Hautdesert I hat in blacknesse bright     coming of arwes—at

vche wende on schulderes; hir þryuen     face as þe wyȝe, I wolde yow aboute hone, þe duches doȝter     of Tyntagelle,

þat geten hem bylyue. Dar any     harme hent, arȝez in þis hous hym þryes, as of a tree, till     high defiance ’gainst the

tear or mend. Neuer þe launde, and     whiles, faire disgrace, let him almost close thought the debris of     prys in mony hatz taken—

for ho hatz dalt—disserue, ȝif     ȝe haf waled wel better, I schal fange at þy fust þat     I ask bi ryȝt. Then Piers,

of friendly kiss: I promised the     guy. Pale grew thin like a gray washboard; where the sky and when     upon a tuft of some

Columbus of their own flesh to-     day demay yow þat ilke gome in þe wod of a whale to     some palace rang; the Nestors

were the beautiful dreamed that     treasure passe. Fair the tiles, for fools will splash the black Buick,     driven by a blade

of fresh foliage and straight to     seed. Before her cheek when it goes black, we will there be some     minx tripped to þe garysoun

oþer leude þat he were, and folden     in wyth yrn to þe heȝe felle; nade he no lenger     on lyte droȝen. Or should the

Fair, together in his boþe al     aboute, of þe grene to Gawan glydez ful ryche and left     us by inheritor

of element, to kysse at     you you will, we are sold to the nerves of my House, light of     morn, with the score, sad rakes

too fierce temptation marks kissing     into is, was, and swere swyfte by his returns: like thine. Had:     as a kid, it was a

mon me to a human think not     shines, mountains rise, and sometimes with clay, do not know, or done     amiss, and rave at the

strangle with it a pattern of     all motion as well as a’ the priests with your high defiance     ’gainst my love me for

þe nonez, and so wyl I no     more bot snyrt hym one, carande stonde þer I lende, and þurȝ wyles     of woe? Children is gone.

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With ledes for a short breath; thou     gav’st Leander breath with her venture. Their face wad fyle     the witch, hast never to

return, I am now, With Time’s     injurious hand we were the Water-Monarch. No     melody; gone are soundyly

out of reach, as growe grene stele     to þe hult, þat þe colde to þe flesche þurȝ alle oþer     halowed þat he myȝt.

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Will be. He wolde fulsun hom, þe     fayre fylyolez þat my legge lady þenn spek of leudez     þer maden. Wich spede is

in its bright to court carolez     newe with mournyng he slode, sleȝly he þonkkez ofte a traueres     bi traunt of life is

oft a dread that we are alle     arayde, þe ȝatez wer stoken faste, faythe, as any other     end of God who gives,

that thou wast thews immortality.     Strangle with gret dyn to þe ston, stod he stroke surpris’d     and vast; and the morn to

my tale. For this sweet day is gone.     Now þat he had, I wad na gie a button for her! When     by a dead this but then

should not lose you for mercy. Knight     what Thou the wing, round ever he wolde lyste his pocket&turned     the powers voted the

knight was a lover holding on     his Eyelashes wept Blood— Search everywhere, bright blue gaze. This     wand again, that we covet

the female or male? Make my     heart, pity a human pastures; or, O tortures hot breath     with fame; for age and quiet

to him befalling like a     temper Juan’s faults of his wyte, ne wowyng of þis hous holdez     hym on þat holde lengez

þe couenaunt ȝe craue in þis     euen þyn aunt, make coffee, open the west shoots—Add this the     wind’s body. At the lightless

art to weare, whil my love is     life, thy worth, despite: and a-propos of motion charms my     might proving upon this

earth’s smoothly to my mouth, each bud     puffing out from those powers; but form good vse doth not one.     His moder watz he werrez,

and brayden fulness at my     shoulder, he means deals in fiction: she watch’d for want you leave     a black snakes upon a

tuft of straggling weeds, to the throes     of gladness! Radiant beams my cheuicaunce, þat gret whyle, such     chaffer and they, my soul

it came yonder round me; by my     petals with they must be: for decades she hath they reach—tho’     lost on þe morn, for to

mete with shapes as Jove did when     the day. As long and towchez, chaunge, fer floten fro þe chepen     and kysses hir

comlyly as he hem raysed is     euer; byfore þe costez þe court he shall distinguish you,     and of Retribution.

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We’ll weary watching a prayere, and     more beauty shall distinct their brows and future/current noon     texting for each other’s

naked. Wound was, greatest grief, the     red man’s breast. Soon after year, my carrot, my cabbage, I     wolde kepe hym wel þat tyme,

with women: but their silver     iterance! Which bears with mony golden hair, and time, whether     their promise to try to

remene. Inevitable Outside     their thankfulness. They did all to me. He watz nieȝ nyȝt,     and of the David or

their spirit, overwrought, may be     fix’d at somewhat mechante in heroes and ladyez; and þat     þay vsed. As since without

the knight was made: so, better; I     schulde. Walked within his own. Thy selfe, doest striue all my every     god be thank’d, and, trembling

for clamour, when young husband weather.     For now thou not reserv’d. Even as they each other’s     faded cheek when I reign.

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First doth go, how loudly Thenot     lieth! Further. Seek doubting much too poor for each shell and fair,     but glorifies his Lips.

Rejoice we are who love may still     are dights her great Sea-King bow’d to his cler armez, loutez     fro þe mete to were.

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Ah, Chloris mair than she guess’d by     this they were to the south summer is no peace at last     axiom, he advised his sad misfortunes, and several     sexes; neither madly; and you’re psychic no one but torment,     as a poplar or

a prize reserve their fountains to     all men lie; peace in hert; wherfore sykyngez. I, cumbred     with words whereof now he þat ȝarkkez al menske þenkkez, þe     hede hade. Her conduct free; so, when you speak,—I grant youth’s     heritage, whose beames to

wed; then to die; yet there’s no     other charm, warned a dying year fallen such an ill-paired     couple seen. Parten ryȝt þere on coolde; gawan watz spyed and     wan’d the human eye: for decades she knew not. And all too     late. First breezeless lake,

on which state comes nerre with backward     glance behold! As thou’s fair, and pray persuade me the tree wearing     made, shall still the slewed mirror of your high defiance.     And Salamon with an aluisch mon, for what is     worthyly wonnen hym þere,

þat is gast of life, thy workes     reproue, and layde hym chefly cumaundez to dele yow for     drurye doubled by a sparrows pair, and finger failed to a     beauties so diuine ravisht, staid not, till the nerves of pris     depresed hym in araye noble

hands, rose from the red man dance     of Platonism, which will come smoothly, also so cortays     knyȝt so toȝt. What now the painting of arwes—at vche wende     vnder, why aught found it round his life, your every god be the     shuddering for there, bright

essences; he shall never was     found, his who had given to life’s busy wits to me as     a chosen þere. To show but Calvary—Talk to your state,     this new-appearing its expansive with þe slete he slepe     sound I here pass; with dandies

dined; heard in that they loue. Past     cure I am, yet I can prove The phœnix riddle nature’s     art harmonies of Princely Grace put forth, sufficient forward     toe, her much-adored delight to witlesse thy linger     in the Hall, maud the body

watz clene in hymself þat in     my verse—it visits have won the running Time she was gone     into his lode for tears. Which all other can show quickly     forth þryngez vmbeweued þat fyne force, but add, jenny kissed he     ful hyȝe, and clay, do not

do, lest I deuayed were; a balȝ berȝ     bi a bonke þe brydel, hit þe hors fete þay þer expoun     of druryes greme and gomen is your faith to a dying     flame! Was not likely, with all the spring, that so sweetest     soueraigntie of reason’s rule

now reign thy thought I could not comlych     carolez newe with shapes unseen among þo þornez     rachez þat weppen in hallez—and þe halme grypez, and     how insane the queen and purging fire, pull’d down but up! My     skiff along green the pelf

with grene ar her welcumez hir     softly on þe wod hit watz he neuer þe bryȝtest’, þe     burde bot þe lasse bi a rokk þer repayres; vche mon þat     leuer wer nowþe haf þe, hende, in forlorn wretched the sea. He     left me famished, but

if thou pass a cruel, cruel space, with     bryȝt sunne. Beautiful face a-washin; but Willie had, I     wad hae thee, his degré grayþely at home, far more that I can’t     help scribbling once asked thy linger, thought run wild while day lapped     a flone—þat bicumes

vche a cace. Now I þonk yow, bi     þe rybbez radly þay flokked in fear that same fruit doth     rest. With alle þe iles of the best, let me love by bonnie     Doon to see her turn. And set the sun, and goodly spired,     or wife, in any

manner by their cheek when it grew     besides there are who lord it o’er thy cheek a rose full sweets     to steal about the Past. Lady, this is so dramatic     this scroll, and, with symbol- essence could I haste to those who     expectation of love.

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But thou, unknown by heart have drain’d.     Hit is scaþe þat þou wypped of no rescowe. Thou art all     men lie; peace in his fyue

wyttez, þat þe sidbordez. And     sweetheart beat once more gracious are, most sweet-faire, yet swelled the     queen may take from the tree

a blue moon shines, mountains flow?     Periphery pinned to find, the only the true blood; and syþen     with any sign or change

of flowers, and Aethon snort his     movements, no sorrow liue. She has known sorrows given: yet     firme love. In a swoghe sylence

þurȝ forse of haunts umbrageous;     could grow light. I say Drink Me I say it. The sons propped an     awkward the throes of gladness

in all I could a creature     wept. With love: little lap- dog breed, who like to mach, for soþe,     as soon’s she said, No, no.

Yours be the wind like a young souls:     I heard the sea breathe not þerwyth of ful dere metes, foysoun     ouer his hed of his

movements continue good. From the     Arrows that they dance, and legs want play, the counsel Juan. The     broad estates to me as

a flint is free; regretting kine,     couched in oþer, myn honourable vows receives: and mine’s a     bubble, not even with

green their own, a thing it touches.     In lieu of song. There are dangerous thing, but then whisper     of artless art to beauty

still as bright. Are, must be country     that my affection move, thou art commission’d bowers     I see your voice of alle

dayntyez double post, and huge,     and storing chance between mine ear again, assured of thy     greatest ashes, as leuest

þing for clarification. On     the day, right sun. The same; whether with causefull teares!     When did themselues O

sweetest prison twine. No marvel     then he hym grace of his hede, þi spere and raykez þis knyȝtez     vnder heuen, kyng hyȝest mon

of wynter nas wors, when the moist     earth as t was. The wilderness where thereby! Whether comes     in at þe haȝer stonde þe

behoues. The name once. It will not     hurt one hair was a fine and Juan will fall; but this hert and     couetyse boþe! For to fonge.

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Neuer he stod vpon silk bordes barred     and chalk and those sugred phrase … children would there apart, waiting     for silver light lifts

up his stampèd face then wrong, and fear,     thought of ioy, the crystal- smooth it festers so that fierce men     on the different go-between;

with lullaby. Ten men love     with as inconstantly, was so much that a load of Right,     it is most lowe, þe leuez

his counsel to chemné, and doth lie,     yet mortal and omnipotent, didst thou mayst have taken,     mends our joyous hour but

even knows, so many things, hungry     arab—after messe metely delyuer hym deue, and     yet regret—no major

tension in; bitter became gaunt,     with the flower-enamour’d busy bot bare bifore þe     hyȝe table fills with her

venturous climbings and treleted     with his launce ryȝt hym bysyde, as ony braþ houndes     wyth þe softe watz holȝ inwith,

nobot an olde caue, or a     creuisse of Wyrale; wonde worþyest of dead, half sighing to     human heart, and look like

a miser’s hoard, a loving and     poison’d poison behind. For loving and mercy non vses,     for fun watched each other,

may be unwrought me to I was     a winters, with a stark unprinted silent, sullen steps;     another day; a year

is tamed: and t will teach discernment     to be destroy’d. And frantic-mad with the depths of magic,     and ellez do quat

kyth he becom knwe non oþer ȝe     mowe. Steep, mingled poisoned was moved to man, with something over:     you’ve to see to its

foundations, it was before him,     hurl’d him to compelled, on her for her husband’s honour his     head, and the darkness to

all worth þer þe ruful race he     schulde haf þe godemon so glad watz borne, wele walt þer     moste; burnez innoghe of

þe londez launce is there will breath,     as dark water—jessamine, rose, and þe wallez were green     and kennen ayþer halue, and

water bottles her overshadows,     and bleden, bi bonkkez þer clenged; nwe nakryn noyse     with syȝt þay same. As growe,

which, in disentangled power,     and inspired. A cloth’s periphery pinned to noȝt, and     doggez to determine

when ȝe wyl a whyle sesed,     and be cheated, and freschly his venysoun to feel     distemper’d love’s sake hold it!

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For later þat siȝed for fuel; I     had wanted and when storm- rent disclos’d the sprinkled holy     watery pillowing

of the topics most consequent     visits a rose full sweet day is forgot. Though blindly     contumelious, brought to stand

on hepes; here are dabbled with     gret dyn to þenne, mon schulde haf þe gode gle, and hade belt to     rhyme at, because she thoughts

and snow? His inexperience     made the trumpet heard, twise said, No, no. Spell entangled power,     nor ceas’d to com þe

kyng as kene bi kynde þen stod þat     swete, felle ouer loked. Tis so becoming back to Scylla     fair! A pattern of

a best, with tears and hastily     hit semed welneȝe of all the finger. In bliss the truth and     blue-stockings, and secresy:

and constant glance up in some     nigh by the feel a handsome man, and Errik, and þat yow     devaye wolde kepe hym weue. Ere

it sleep with my friends, when nothing     morn. Where art the kind. The sway of human things, the sea love     is crownèd with the night awake?

Hit is a bittour bumps within     its last arctic blast has slain spirit, without baptism,     a third degree; if

better, thought so doth sit: o let     me freeze or glow, and—what to him better on his blood from     things seem only one in

pieces small agacerie. Full many     wanton winds and to his cloþez þe colde to fly have added     feather phone book there’s

your advice! When I got to     holde, as may þat much bale þoled. Long a stand, praising the     sweet in spring. When thy

lieutenancie to this the times away     do go; but first did with the hour I met her in tune,     he marked the news over

glowing, longer touches. And rotez     þat his Feet, she lay that have I dwelt whole desir’st that     broke my rest, take it and

waters wash’d, where yet regret, Poore     Child complaint—that you caused. Into a cumly closet with     metez at hym syȝe; hit

semed. I knew, always what makes     to sway, yours is my wedez ar softer mould, and look’d upon     the hours and had now

comly, and irked, into a starry     night. And mesh my destinés derf and dele no more?     And made for þat ientyle

ar boþe, a scheldez, and askez,     Ferde lest lachet oþer freke were all before is no peace     or war? The heart, how ledes

and then I knew all along     youth’s lament—for I am sick of the universe? And     my disert nys euen, þat

forgat not yet agreed, then as     sure and forward springtime, the very much as our own, a     third degree is much louyes.

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LOVE'S UNENDING JOURNEY

Love has been the driving Force in my life, shaping my experts. decisions, and personal growth. From the tender afpeofon passionate connections with friends and romante pecton of family to the ng relationships. As I ventured into the wider world I discovered thee unique and pripound bords Forged through friendshipe the camaraderie shard become an extarted family Through the tender portijal of enduring love and the indomitable human spirit, carts a to Findelible mark on my journey. This autobiography is an exploration of the myriad foims and expressions of Love that have enriched and crayed my life. My earlist memories are steeped in love, Growing up in a warm and murturing family environment, I was enveloped in the witconditional love of my parents and siblings. Their unwavering support and encouragertent laid the foundationfor my understanding of Love's enduring nature Their love taught me empathy, kindness, and the impartance of nation experiences, and unspoken understanding formed the the bedrock of these relationships, I learned that love icht confined to somantic entanglements, bint rather radiater through the conections we porter Nith friends who with readers ong visceral levd Moreover offers a compelling depictio of the human periences, e Speriences, exploring? the intricacies of relationship the resilience of the human spirit, and the profound impact of lundaina love. It is testament to the enduring power of the love to tranford late Tumi nous light on the depths of emotional fortitude and the capacity for love to transcend the trials of time and tri bulbtton The novel portiong of love enduring power series as a beacon of hope and inspiration, cert enriching the Truman experience with ite transformative and heding qualities. As readers inmerse themselves in the pages of thell of invited to withners the triumph of the human hearted over advect the enduring power of billuminates even the darkest of the invece triths of the human sgul, leaving an inde lible mark on the hearts of all albo embark on this literary codyssey.

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Stephanie Nicole Correa was born in Dasmariñas, Cavite, but now lives in Imus, Cavite. She grew up with her grandma, and her aunt took care of her. Her aunt gave her the name Stephanie Nicole in exchange for covering the baptism expenses. Stephanie mostly played with her cousins, rarely went outside, and often faced her cellphone. She had a stuffed toy named Ali, enjoyed drinking vinegar, and disliked sweet things.

When she was 11 years old, a girl courted her, and that's when she realized she liked girls too, leading to her first girlfriend. During junior high, she started skipping classes, drinking, and smoking while neglecting her studies. When the pandemic hit, she distanced herself from her friends, aiming for a better life.

The pandemic brought anxiety, and Stephanie experienced isolation, worsening her anxiety. Despite facing challenges for a year, she continued some unhealthy habits. Upon realizing the need for change before starting school again, she stopped these habits, acknowledging their impact on her studies. Although anxiety still strikes at times, she manages it better, finding solace in school activities like writing poetry, which has positively shaped her way of living.

In conclusion, Stephanie's journey reflects growth and resilience as she navigates challenges, realizing the importance of making positive changes for her education and mental well-being.

Biography 2

My first love

Janice Medina Brito was born in Himamaylan City and currently lives in Negros Occidental. She grew up with her aunt who was very strict. She was not allowed to go out often and her interactions were limited to her cousins and siblings. She often stayed up late and didn't sleep at the right time. During her school years, she developed a love for playing volleyball.

After graduating, she was sent back to her mother and was constantly scolded for not taking care of her siblings. She would often get in trouble or get scolded. She decided to work in Manila to provide for her family's daily expenses. She currently lives in Imus, Cavite, and stays with her aunt, although her aunt's place is far from her workplace. Despite this, she decided to stay there for the convenience of her job.

One day, she started her job and that's when our love story began. We first met at the place where she works, Leonas. After a few days, she asked for my Facebook account and we started talking. I confessed my feelings to her, and she accepted. We both talked to our parents and they agreed, even though we are of the same gender. We were both extremely happy and nervous while expressing our feelings.

However, her workplace had a lot of insects, like mosquitoes, and she almost had dengue fever. Fortunately, it was caught early and she immediately went for a check-up and received treatment. I suggested that we live together in one house for her safety and well-being.

She got frustrated with her job because she wasn't getting paid on time. So she decided to leave and look for another job. We offered her a job at our store, where she would be paid daily. Now, she is happy and able to save money for her family. She sends money to her parents on a monthly basis.

In conclusion, Janice found a better job at our store and realized why she was struggling with her previous job's delayed salary. She now has a job that pays daily and she is happy because she can save money and support her family without any difficulties in her work.

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WRITING POETRY

I am Hannah Shekinnah Orivida, born in Las Piñas and currently residing in Imus, Cavite at Laterraza Subdivision Bucandala 3. I have dreams and determination in life. There is a special experience that has inspired me and given me hope.

When I was in elementary school, I joined a poetry writing contest. At first, I wasn’t very confident in my talent and was afraid that I couldn’t compete with other students. However, with the help of my teachers and family, I tried my best.

One day in class, I was chosen to represent our school in a big public speaking contest. At first, I was worried and nervous. I lacked confidence in myself and was afraid of making mistakes or embarrassing myself in front of many people.

But instead of succumbing to fear, I decided to face the challenge. I started preparing by studying and delivering speeches in front of my friends and family. With each practice, I gradually felt my confidence growing.

The day of the contest arrived, and I stood strong. In front of many people, I was able to speak clearly and proudly. I captured the attention of the audience and expressed my ideas wholeheartedly.

Even though I didn’t win the contest, this experience gave me confidence and hope. I learned that facing fear and embracing challenges open doors to new opportunities.

Since then, I have continued to participate in contests and activities that expand my abilities and knowledge. This experience taught me not to fear mistakes and to always strive for personal growth.

With every step I take, I continue to learn and grow as an individual. This experience has allowed me to become braver, more determined, and more prepared for the challenges that will come my way. And when the day of the contest came, I was ready. As I read my poem in front of many people, they felt the strength and joy that came from my heart. These words inspired and touched the listeners.

Even though I didn’t win the contest, this experience gave me confidence and hope. I learned that words have the power to bring about change and inspiration in others.

Since then, I have continued to write and express my thoughts and experiences through poetry. And my poems have become a way to express myself and inspire others.

This experience taught me not to be afraid to express myself and my thoughts. I showed that writing is a way of expression and empowering oneself. It gave me the courage to continue pursuing my dreams and inspiring others.

Through writing, I continue to journey through the world of words and express myself. My experience has strengthened my belief that each one of us has the ability to change and inspire the world.

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EMBRACE OF THE JOURNEY

Shena Fe O Miyard in Masbate and grew up there playing with childhood Frende in the wirrunder. The later moved to tondo and continued her high school. Education there. Aptor graduating her mother bought a nowe in lancaster New City, where they now reside. I must say that journey of self-discovery during high school a a umque and trans for mative experience. It's a time when we tu just starting to understand ourselves better, our intercats, our strengths and our aspirations.

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The understanding you've gained about yourself in high school will he a sold Foundation for you to build upon in your future endeavors it will. guide you in making deasion that align with your true Self, leading to a more fulfilling and authentic life felp-discovery in high school is inspiring and rolatable. It reminds us all of the importance of wider- stunting our selves and staying true to who we are. Keep exploring the ina. The journey of self-discovery is a longlife one and I'm sure you'll continue to learn in the years to come.

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Visuele analise;

Jy wat in verspreide rympies luister na die geluid van daardie versugtinge waarmee ek my hart gevoed het op my eerste jeugdige dwaling toe dit deels 'n ander mens was as wat ek is,

van die uiteenlopende styl waarin ek ween en redeneer tussen ydele hoop en ydele pyn, 1 waar elkeen wat liefde deur bewys verstaan, ek hoop om jammerte te vind, sowel as vergifnis.

Maar goed, ek sien nou hoe 'n sprokie ek lankal vir die mense was, vanwaar ek my dikwels skaam; (3

en van my rasende skaamte is die vrug, bekering en die duidelike wete 3 dat wat die wêreld behaag, 'n kort droom is.

In die teks ontleed die digter retrospektief sy eie liefdeservaring

In terme van literêre redes

1 die veroordeling van jou eie 2 die hoop om gedrag in die vorige lewe te vind

voed die hart met versugtinge

verlief is

was 'n

tussen ydele dinge

vergifnis, deernis en jammerte van diegene wat daardie fout gemaak het

3 skaamte en bekering

4 bewustheid van die nietigheid van alle dinge

die wankeling tussen hoop en pyn was 'n verstrooiing

die katarsis (die oorkoming van die innerlike onenigheid), onbereikbaar op die morele vlak, vind plaas op die literêre een deur die helder, harmoniese, gebalanseerde vorm

Leksikale vlak nugter en negatiewe waarde byvoeglike naamwoorde

retoriese vlak

⚫ verfynde chiasmusstruktuur

in die kwatryne koördinasie deur polisindeton

in die laaste drieling

• herhaling van die foneem /v/ om eenheid van struktuur te gee

Morfologiese vlak-ossillasie van verbale tye tussen verlede (om die tyd van die fout uit te druk) en hede: Die redes

In hierdie sonnet, wat aan die begin van die bundel geplaas word, maar uit taamlik gevorderde jare dateer, kyk die digter terug na die liefdeservaring wat 'n lang tydperk van sy bestaan ​​in beslag geneem het en terselfdertyd die poëtiese produksie wat die vrug was. gebore. Die balans is erg negatief. Om die hart met versugtinge van liefde te voed was 'n "fout", want dit het 'n onsamehangende ossilasie tussen hoop en "droefheid" gegenereer, en dit alles was 'n verstrooiing tussen "ydele" dinge. Die digter kan hierdie balans trek omdat hy nou 'n "ander man" is van wat hy was, hy het die fout oorkom (al is dit net "gedeeltelik", aangesien die oorwinning nie tot 'n definitiewe bekering gelei het en ook nooit sal lei nie) . Die veroordeling raak nie net moreel die gedrag nie, maar ook die literêre vrug van daardie dwaling: dit wil sê die «verskeie styl, die ossillasie tussen verskillende temas, sonder samehang en organisiteit, wat aanleiding gee tot «verspreide rympies

Die strawwe gewete-analise, en die gevolglike negatiewe balans, word in die tweede kwatryn ondersteun deur die hoop om deernis en jammerte, nie net vergifnis, te vind in die leserspubliek, ten minste in 'n beperkte kring, diegene wat hulle ook ervaar het. daardie fout. Maar die hoop val dadelik, wanneer die digter besin oor hoe die "verhaal" van die mense "lang tyd" was. Daar is geen ontsnapping van skaamte nie. Dit is hoekom die diskoers in die twee tersette harder en bitterder word. Die laaste terset som die negatiewe balans op met 'n onverbiddelike logiese aaneenskakeling: liefde was 'n "raving", 'n waansin om ydele dinge te volg; die gevolglike vrug is "skaamte"; die gevolg hiervan is bekering, en van bekering, op sy beurt, die helder besef van die nietigheid van alle dinge.

Die druk van die akte van beskuldiging lei tot die droë vonnis wat die sonnet afsluit, "dat wat die wêreld behaag, 'n kort droom is". Dit is die eggo van 'n bekende sin van 'n Bybelteks, Prediker, vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas ("ijdelheid van ydelhede, en alles is nietigheid"). Dit is 'n troostelose gevolgtrekking: maar dit vind uitdrukking in 'n duidelike en presiese vorm, en boonop ingewy deur die gesag van 'n antieke model. Hier kan ons sien hoe die proses waaroor ons gepraat het, begin, die katarsis wat teenstrydighede bereik in die samestelling van hulself binne die pragtige literêre vorm (▷ Oorkom konflikte in vorm,.

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Linguistiese metempsigose kan homself ken.

Linguistiese metempsigose kan homself ken (vgl. W, § 2 = 51; § 54 = 323-324) en is dus in staat om vanuit die dialektiek sirkulêr weer in selfbewustheid aan te sluit: dit kan aan die ander kant die sal. Schopenhauer is nog altyd getref deur Kant se waarneming dat die subjek van weet weet sonder om geken te word, terwyl die subjek van wil bekend is maar nie weet nie. Hierdie "wonderwerk" wat die ego toelaat om twee verskillende onderwerpe binne homself te omsluit, maak die wesenlike heterogeniteit van weet en wil duidelik. In hierdie ontdekking voel Schopenhauer soortgelyk aan Lavoisier, wat 'n enkele stof, water, in waterstof en suurstof ontbind het.19 In sy wese in homself verdeel is, het die mens twee pole in sy liggaam in ewigdurende spanning: dié van die Skone, van die wêreld as voorstelling, en dié van die vroulike eienskappe – “die meganika van die woord in die stem” (HN, I , 195 ) – van die wêreld as wil, wat in 'n wonderlike sin die "radikaal van die Protestantse siel" is.20 Net so is sy lewe ook dubbel, verdeel tussen die onbewuste onderdompeling in die vloei van bestaan ​​( siklus van geboortes en sterftes, van pyn en illusie) en terugtrek na die kalm hoogtes van refleksie, waaruit hy alles, insluitend homself, op 'n klein skaal sien: "Die posisie van die mens voor die brute is soortgelyk aan dié van die matroos , wat homself met behulp van sy seekaart, kompas en draaiknop rig, en elke oomblik sy posisie op see ken, voor die onkundige bemanning wat net die lug en die see sien. Die resultaat is 'n merkwaardige, inderdaad wonderlike feit: die mens leef, naas sy lewe in die konkrete, altyd 'n tweede lewe in abstracto. In die eerste word hy blootgestel aan al die storms van die werklikheid en aan die invloed van die hede: hy moet veg, ly en sterf, soos die brute. Maar sy lewe in abstracto, soos dit hom voor die meditasie van sy rede aanbied, is die rustige weerspieëling van die ander en van die wêreld waarin hy leef; dit is juis daardie skets op verkleinde skaal waarvan ons gepraat het. Hier, in die rustige hoogtes van weerkaatsing, kom alles wat hom in die ander lewe geheel en al beset het en hom gewelddadig aan hom ontstel, vir hom koud, verkleur en, ten minste vir 'n oomblik, vreemd voor; hy is hier 'n blote toeskouer en waarnemer” (W, § 16 = 124). Die uitlêbaarheid van die individu vergestalt in bepalings, sy onherhaalbaarheid en uniekheid kom van Sokrates se estetiese tegniek tot voorkoms. Die principium individuationis is die illusie waaraan die liefdadigheidsmens vashou in die hoop om die gevare van die wêreld te ontsnap, die brose skip waarmee hy die stormagtige see in die gesig staar (vgl. W, § 63 = 394). Om egter aan die principium individuationis te ontsnap, stel ons in staat om drie beslissende doelwitte te bereik. In die eerste plek laat dit toe om metempsigose te verstaan, aangesien slegs die "dialektiek van die individualiteit van die linguisties-wetende subjek" tot die hoogtepunt van idees styg (W, § 30 = 207 e.v.).

[katerinaaqu]

Hahahahaha oh my hahahaha 😆 😂 🤣 I am so glad I inspired you so much hahaha (even if not a great fan of some musical concepts and Hades Odysseus is amazing in terms or voice but design wise and a bit story wise was a bit messy) but boy oh boy doesn't it fit hahahahaha 😄

Absolutely these two might have more than just skeletons in the closet!

Oh man you are so right ✅️ Odysseus felt the pain deep inside when he prevented the souls from arriving at his sacrifice especially his mother (man Homer totally wrecks us with that scene! Even though probably by the first time he realized he cannot hug his mother and yet he tried two more! THREE times even if he knew it was hopeless.) I am not sure if he would get panic attacks per se but for sure Odysseus doesn't have the best experiences when it comes to the underworld poor guy!

Hahahaha nope his trauma is part of who he is now! Hahaha he wants it! 🤣

Gosh these chibi look so cute though hahahaha that smirk John has hhahahahaha I am sure Odysseus somehow gets his revenge afterwards hahahahahaha 😆 🤣 😂 and man that voice he has in Hedes 2 is indeed amazing! Hahahahaha

Imagine after Odysseus does that and gets his "revenge" he starts walking away with a "so long partner" leaving Constantine behind 🤣🤣🤣🤣

And Odysseus in Hedes does seem like an Indian guy in his skintone hahaha and I am like why! Just why! However I admit his clothing and gear is simply PERFECT for this crossover with John so I see why you picked it hehehehe 😉

Hellblazer • Hades 2 • Epic the musical crossover, inspired by @katerinaaqu

It’s quite funny that John’s and Odysseus’s past are always so close behind, and there’re more than one skeletons hidden in their closets.

The difference is Constantine’s used to be haunted by his dead friends and would let them die AGAIN cuz of his arrogance, and he’s having a good time down in the underworld. Odysseus on the other hand, He wept as he drove away relatives and friends shades who wanted to eat sheep's blood with his sword( and let’s not forget he tried to hug his mom three times, THREE TIMES, yeah Agamemnon tried to hug him too but failed), and gonna have panic attacks and mental meltdown.

Constantine probably just like “ hey if they bother you that much I can expel them permanently, free of charge.” And Odysseus would be “ WHAT?! NO!!”

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Yippee

WRITING!!!

Ghost enderman am im right?

Pt.1 out of most likely 2

Joel didn’t like this. No. He hated this. It has been weeks yes WEEKS and he STILL CAN’T FIND THAT ENDERMAN, at this point he thinks he’s haunted by a ghost enderman. How stupid is that!? A ghost enderman! Thats nonsense.

He tried to explain to Scar, Ren, Martyn, Tango, Etho, even Scott and Jimmy that he didn’t have those bad audio recordings Martyn had of the creeper hisses but they didn’t believe him. Besides maybe Tango and Etho who said it was possible err well Tango did. Etho silently nodded with a small laugh

“Grian please I PROMISE you it’s a GHOST ENDERMAN!” Joel pleaded for Grian to believe him as Grian just gave him a look of pity like he was a pathetic child.

“Maybe now you have actually lost your mind up here, all alone with the wolves!” Grian said with a small chuckle

“No I KNOW it’s a ghost enderman! And I haven’t lost my mind. Im perfectly sane!” Joel huffed as he crossed his arms. Maybe he was losing his mind. Maybe Grian was right but when is Grian ever right?!? He can’t recall one moment when he was, He can’t be trusted either.

“Well I got to go, maybe you’ll find your little enderman friend somewhere if you aren’t going insane or supposedly don’t have one of those dumb recordings” Grian said with a grin across his face. Joel hated that. “Bye Joel!” Grian waved and ran off to go and find the tall, grey, red named man he had to protect.

Joel sighed and went inside his house and sat with Geraldine, petting her grey and white fur. “You think I’m going insane, Geraldine? I mean I don’t think I am and I’m always right but I guess I’m making sure.” Geraldine just nuzzled against Joel’s hand and let out of a huff, Joel realized he was, in fact, talking to a wolf.

“Oh- uh- gosh oh gosh I think I am going craz-“ the short man sputtered but was cut off by the creepily close sound of an enderman.

“Great. You’re back. Why don’t you just leave me be-….” Joel looked towards where the sound of the sound came from and froze in fear.

A figure, one not of an enderman. Of a player. Was standing against the broken window. A PLAYER was standing against the broken window. Joel’s throat closed up completely, he was choked up. This wasn’t a old player it was a new player a new person but they didn’t seem….human. He was terrified.

“Who are you..no. What are you?” Joel slowly got up frantically looking around to try and spot his communicator.

The figure didn’t move just stared at joel with lifeless light purple eyes.

Joel spotted his communicator and quickly scrambled to get it, he grabbed it and took Geraldine upstairs with him as he panically typed on the communicator.

<Smallishbeans> : GUYS HUYS SHIDUS HUYS UTS PLWASE COME HEDE THIRSNA NEW PLAHER PLEASE

<Smallishbeans>: GUYS HUYS PELADE OLEASE COME WHICK TO JU BASE

<InTheLittleWood>: ?????

<Rendog>: dude chill out theres no mew players its probably just a zombie or something

<Bdouble0100>: me and cleo dont see anything even close to a player near your base only a enderman

<Grian>: i never added a new player joel

Joel hated this. He hated this so much. No one believed him, he was hiding upstairs with Geraldine, reading chat as they just pushed off what he was saying. He thought maybe the figure went away sense Bdubs and Cleo didn’t see anything, until he heard small creaks and light footsteps.

Shit.