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Finding Goddess (Chapter Two)

She was actually doing it. It was against her better judgment, it was against common sense, and it was against the law, but Carol was still doing it. She was leaving her home, she was heading out in the car, and she not bringing a single scrap of clothing with her. All around her, people were milling about doing their own things, walking, jogging, biking, skateboarding, talking, playing basketball, and driving cars of their own, never realizing that there was a naked woman in their midst. Yes, she was in a car, and she was blazing by too fast for anyone to get a good glimpse at her face, but it still boggled her mind. This was the first time in over twenty years that Caroline Conners was naked in public.

And as the sign designating the city limits came into view, as she read how her home city of Beringall would miss her in big, loopy, cursive letters, it hit her that this was no mere act of exhibitionism that she had practiced in the past. This was a true act of nudism the likes of which no one ever got to do anymore! Carol was leaving all the clothes she owned behind. Every minute that went by put more distance between her clothes and her person, and before the day was done, they would both be more than 100 miles apart. So far apart that she might as well have not owned them. So far apart that they might as well have never existed. So far apart that she...that she...that she should just be naked all the time!

"I'm naked," Carol breathed as she took a glance down at her body. Admiring her creamy skin, her D-cup breasts that nearly obscured the fit stomach underneath, and her muscular thighs that proved she indeed spent a good amount of time at the gym. All were bare, all were beholden, all were exposed, all were...free. Freer than she had ever felt in decades...no, freer than she ever felt in her life!

"Indeed you are," grinned Henrietta, who was driving the car. "Now aren't you glad I talked you into this?"

"I have nothing on," Carol continued as though she was in a trance. This was a dream, it had to be. People only ever ran around naked like this in their dreams. She rubbed her hands all over her body, marveling both at the abundance of bare flesh, and the complete absence of cloth. She pinched herself on her crimson nipple for good measure. She felt a pleasurable spark within the nub and the hint of a vibration down her spine, but when she opened her eyes, she didn't find herself back in her bed. She was still in the car, and she was still naked.

"You sure do," said Henrietta. "Must be a dream come true for you."

"I don't have any clothes on me...or with me...at all!" Carol finished, leaning back to stretch herself out as much as she could, pushing the fabric of her seat deeper into the contours of her back and her buttocks, and taking a moment to steal a glance at her legs that were just as bare as the rest of her, down to her tippy toes.

"Must be a surreal feeling," said Henrietta. "But it's real, hon. You're really riding butt-naked in my car, traveling to far-off lands where you just might be able to run and frolic like that all you like."

"All I like," Carol repeated robotically. One of her hands was beginning to trail down the curve of her boob and along her stomach. To think, she could actually frolic like this all she liked, wherever she liked. It would be like Heaven on Earth. But no, it wasn't true, it couldn't be. Henrietta was just yanking her chain. There was no place that would allow public nudity, and if there was, why would it be in New Deastone of all places?

Still, it was fun to think about, to imagine what she could do if it was true. During their intense bouts of lovemaking yesterday, Henrietta had done everything she could to keep the image fresh in Carol's mind, saying things like "I could just kiss you like this in the streets," "I'd squeeze your bare ass like this while people watched," and "I'd pin you to a tree and rub myself all over you....like this...until you were...screaming...my...name!" Carol honestly didn't know what came over her friend, but a kink had clearly hit her like a bolt of lightning. Which could only mean one thing: she wasn't lying about her encounter with the naked women in New Deastone. There had to be some grain of truth to it. Or at least Carol hoped there was.

"That's right. All you like," said Henrietta as she pulled a hand away from the wheel to give her girlfriend's naked thigh a squeeze. "I can't wait to see how you look when we get there. It's going to be so hot walking around town with your sexy MILFy body on display."

Carol didn't say anything. She simply nodded her head and closed her eyes to imagine just how it would look like herself. It was all she could do really; backing out was not on the table, and it really wouldn't do if she spent the whole trip freaking out.

***

They passed by the sign welcoming them to the city of New Deastone, and it was then that Carol decided it was time to start freaking out.

"I'm freaking NAKED!"

"So I've noticed," said Henrietta.

"I don't have any CLOTHES ON!"

"That's what we've all been saying."

"What if somebody SEES me?"

"Then their day will have brightened by at least 5 percent."

"That's not what I mean—EEP!"

They came upon a red light and had to stop. Lots of people were milling around, going about their business, and if any one of them stole a glance her way, saw how bare her shoulders were, the game would be up! Carol couldn't allow that to happen, so she slid as far down the seat as she could to hide herself from view.

"What the hell, Carol?" laughed Henrietta. "This isn't like you at all! Since when have you ever been one to be embarrassed about being seen naked?"

"It's not that I'm embarrassed," said Carol, which was the truth. She had managed to navigate her way from infancy to adulthood without ever getting the nudity taboo that infected most of humanity like a virus. "It's that we could get in serious trouble for this!"

"We won't get in trouble!" said Henrietta. "Those girls I saw were walking around butt-ass naked like it was normal. And while they definitely got plenty of attention, no one around them was acting like they were anything unusual. Hell, a cop drove right past them and didn't so much as honk his horn. Er, the car horn that is. I can't say for certain what he was doing with the other one."

"R-really?"

"Yes, really. Whatever this town's deal is, it has no problems with nudity. So get your bare ass back up here already!"

"If you say so," said Carol. The light turned green, the car started moving again, and she decided to at least sit back up properly. She couldn't help but wince a little as the edge of the seatbelt scraped against her nipple, though. "Where are we going anyway?"

"I thought we'd park in a garage and step out for a little walk."

"I...see."

No more words were exchanged as Henrietta pulled into a multilevel garage. Carol braced herself and silently prayed to every god and goddess she could name to please, in their divine mercy, make the garage absolutely packed, and buy her a few more minutes that could be spent huddling in the safety of the car.

No sooner had Henri driven through the gate did the nude woman's heart drop when she saw the place was the opposite of packed. It was very empty in fact, save for a few vehicles parked here and there. And that's why Carol didn't believe in any gods!

"We're here!" beamed Henrietta as her car lurched to a stop.

Carol sighed. This was it, the moment of truth, and what was undoubtedly going to be her biggest and boldest naked experience in a long time, if not ever. Putting it off any longer was impossible at this point; the only option she had was to handle it the same way she handled band-aids. So she unbuckled her seatbelt, swung open the door, put her feet on the ground, and stepped outside, all within the span of a single breath.

The warm summer air hit her naked skin like a slap on the derriere. The way it glided over her breasts, all around her stomach, up her thighs, and even between her lower lips was enough to make Carol jump. It had been...such a long time since she experienced this feeling. Too long. The closest she ever came to feeling it in the past 20 or so years had been whenever she got to put on a bathing suit, but wearing even the skimpiest bikini was no match for complete and total nudity in the outdoors.

I missed this, she thought, running her hands down her body with a gentle smile.

Unfortunately, her serenity was short-lived when she took note of the terrain she would have to traverse. The garage's paved floor didn't feel at all pleasant on her soles, and it didn't look even remotely clean. Walking around barefoot would not be a pleasant experience, and Carol couldn't help but eye a few suspicious lumps lying around that could have been loose stones or dog turds for all she knew. And if she walked like this on the sun-baked pavement outside...

"Here, put these on," said Henrietta as she shoved a pair of sandals into Carol's unexpected hands. "Much as we would both love for you to be totally naked, it won't do to burn your feet on the blistering pavement."

"Oh, uh, thanks," Carol stammered, a little unnerved that it seemed like her girlfriend had just read her mind, but nevertheless thankful that she at least thought ahead. "Good thinking."

Now that she was properly 'dressed,' it was time for Carol to face the music and show the city of New Deastone what she was made of. Taking the nude woman's hand in her own, Henrietta just about nearly dragged her out of the garage and onto the sidewalk where the sun enveloped Carol's naked body so brightly, her skin almost glowed.

Heads turned. Eyes widened. A few impressed "Oooooh" sounds could be heard, a surprising number coming from women. Passing cars slowed down and one even honked its horn approvingly. But nowhere was anyone scandalized. Carol didn't see anyone gasp in shock or horror, or look even remotely surprised at her, she didn't see anyone beeline away from the premises, she didn't hear anyone laugh, and she didn't hear anyone shout in anger. If anything, people seemed mildly curious, amused, or impressed by the sight of her naked body, but it was otherwise just business as usual.

"This is...weird," she said.

"It is," said Henrietta. "But so far, it seems like it's true; this place really is tolerant of nudity! C'mon, let's actually walk around for a bit."

Hand in hand, they ambled down the street, the naked mother and her clothed girlfriend. The summer sun warmed her skin like a gentle fire, and Carol couldn't help but suppress a grin at how wonderful it felt on her bosoms, which were jiggling freely with her every step. It was a sensation she hadn't felt in a long time, and it was absolutely wonderful. Her body seemed more sensitive in its exposure; she could feel the air as it brushed her every curve and nook, from the way it stroked her inner thighs, blew her pubic hairs into her skin, and tickled the nubs of her nipples, which were growing steadily harder.

However, Carol couldn't help but be mystified. She was naked. Bare naked in public, surrounded by people, and no one seemed to care. Did they notice? Absolutely! People were looking at her, some more brazenly than others. But no one was objecting. And in Carol's experience, one would always meet some form of objection if they went nude in public.

Have attitudes towards nudity really changed that much? Is this city just that relaxed about it? Or...is it because I'm so sexy that nobody minds?

A man and a woman on a stroll of their own approached the pair. Both of them had their eyes trained on Carol, and the nudist swore she heard them both utter an impressed murmur. Maybe that was why. Carol wasn't one to brag too much, but she took pride in how her 42-year-old body looked. She worked hard to keep it fit and sexy, and nothing boosted her confidence more than the attraction evident in people's eyes. And if boys and girls alike liked what they saw, who was she to complain? Carol couldn't help but feel a surge of pride course through her as the sounds of approval from the two strangers filled her ears. It was enough to make her forget about her trepidation, if only for a moment, and start strutting a lot more sexily down the sidewalk, wiggling her behind as she drew closer to them.

Take it all in, you Peeping Toms! she thought with an especially toothy grin.

She passed by them, and felt their eyes stay glued to her form. She was almost tempted to give herself a firm smack on the butt when she heard the woman give a startled "Oh?"

"What is it?" the man asked his companion.

"I don't think she's one of them."

"You didn't see it either?"

"No."

Carol raised an eyebrow. 'One of them?' 'Didn't see it?' What were they talking about?

She almost turned around to ask what they meant, but Henrietta already dragged her around a corner.

 "So far, so good," said the clothed woman. "But just walking around seems a little dull. Let's see if we can stop by someplace. Oooh, I could sure go for some donuts and coffee right about now."

Doubt began flooding Carol's mind again. Walking was one thing, it at least ensured she was constantly on the move. But if she stopped someplace, then it would give people around her more time to watch, identify, and report her. And after hearing that previous couple's cryptic words, she couldn't help but start thinking she was doing something wrong after all.

"Henri, I don't think—" she tried to protest, but it was all in vain. Her girlfriend had already yanked her into the coffee house, and the jingling bell already announced their presence to every patron in the establishment. All eyes in the establishment were on Carol's naked form in an instant. And they all looked at her with feelings of...curiosity, admiration, amusement, attraction...and no feelings of surprise, horror, disgust, or anger. Just like they did everywhere else. And soon enough, most of them were content to just turn back and return to their regularly-scheduled consumption of caffeinated products.

Hmm, nobody cares here either. Maybe I am just being a little para—uh-oh! Carol thought.

"Uh...oh," Henrietta said.

"Huh? Oh," the policewoman who they had both locked eyes with mumbled. She was looking Carol up and down, taking in every detail of her naked body, letting not a single inch of exposed skin escape her gaze. It looked like this was it for Carol, this would be the moment where she would confirm what she knew all along, that nudity was most definitely not legal in New Deastone...

"Hm," the policewoman murmured again, and without another word pushed past Carol and Henrietta as if they were mere stones in the road.

Time stopped for the nudist. Did that really just happen? Did she just show herself to a cop and get away with it? So was nudity really okay in this city after all?

"Huh? Ma'am, wait," the policewoman suddenly called from behind her.

Carol froze in her tracks so abruptly, a shiver ran up her whole body. In the brief silence that followed, she wondered if anyone could see the ripple working its way through her bare flesh. "Uh...is there a problem, officer?" she asked, already knowing for certain what it was.

"Ma'am, you can't walk around that!" said the policewoman.

Carol's heart dropped like a rock. It looked like what she was doing was illegal after all. She could sense similar disappointment radiate from her girlfriend as well, who was currently shooting her a guilt-ridden look of apology.

"It's okay, she's with me!" a new voice spoke up. Before Carol could react, she suddenly felt a new body press up against her own. A very...naked body...with two very hard nubs pressing into her back.

"What on mmrrrfff!" Carol had only a few seconds to voice her shock before her lips were completely smothered and she was staring directly into two luscious spheres of blue. It took a few seconds to register in her mind that someone was actually kissing her, and that someone was not Henrietta!

"Um...are you certain?" said the policewoman, who now looked just as startled as Carol.

"Absolutely!" the mysterious kisser beamed once she pulled away from Carol's face with a wide grin. "She's in real desperate need of relief, so I thought I'd give it to her! And she's real eager, as you can see!"

Carol was feeling dizzy. "What are you talking a—OH!"

The stranger slid a hand down the length of her body, stroking her stomach affectionately until it came upon her crotch, which it cupped tenderly. Carol stiffened as one finger, likely a thumb, began to play with her clitoris, rubbing firm circles all around it while another finger started to worm its way into her slit.

"Ahhh...oh-ohhh." Carol had no idea what was going on, but it felt so good that she couldn't find it in herself to protest.

"See?" the stranger said. "You know it's perfectly legal if one of us is around, right?"

"Y-yes, I know," said the cop, who was starting to look a little flustered. "She didn't have...you know, so I jumped to conclusions. I'll leave you two to it then." Without another word, the woman in blue scampered out the door like a frightened mouse to its burrow.

"Now that we've gotten that taken care of..." said the blue-eyed stranger, who now let Carol go, withdrawing her hand from the naked woman's crotch. Carol let out a half cry and a half gasp as it slipped away, taking with it the immeasurable feeling of pleasure it brought just as suddenly as it appeared.

"Holy cow!" cried Henrietta. "Who are you? Where did you come from? And what did...how did...?"

"I'll explain. But how 'bout in a more comfortable place, like in one of these booths?"

"Sounds good to me!"

On top of her dizziness, Carol was feeling a tragic sense of loss from the orgasm she had been denied and was still burning for, but when something gave her arm a sudden tug, she was finally able to focus and see who it was. It was a person, a woman with brilliant blond hair, a cute and slender frame with an even cuter bubbly behind...and who was, like Carol, completely naked.

What the...?

Carol was too stunned to resist as the naked stranger pulled her aside to a booth, where she took a seat, hitting the soft faux-leather with a slight slap, and promptly pulling Carol into her lap.

"Wh-what is—AHHH!"

Once again, the woman's hand slithered its way to her crotch and started picking up where it left off. "Sorry if this is unexpected, but this is the best way to keep you out of trouble," she said, whispering in Carol's ear. "That, and because," she added, dropping her voice to a husky tone as she gave Carol's ear a long, sensuous lick, "I know you really need this."

Carol could only breathe in response as the mysterious nude woman rubbed her clit and stroked her insides once more. They pulsed all around the woman, molding themselves against her digits as they moved, caressing every sensitive fold, every ticklish petal, every squelching muscle in all the right places as they curled and stretched, slowly, softly, in tune with every rub of her lower nub.

This girl, whoever she was...she was no stranger to the art of womanly pleasure.

"Uhhh...hahhhh...ohhhh," Carol moaned as her mysterious savior worked her magic. The blonde's arm wrapped around her back and snaked to her front, where her hand found its way to Carol's large breast. She explored the great expanse of flesh, kneaded her fingers through it like dough, and pulled the whole orb deeper into her appendage just to scrape the nub of Carol's very erect and very sensitive nipple against her palm. "Mm? Ah? OH!" Carol gasped. Sparks of pleasure jolted through her, one from the scarlet tip of her breast, and the other from her womanly core as the stranger slipped another digit into her and rubbed her clit with increasing vigor. Squishing, wet sounds of sopping, delicate flesh rang through the air.

God! That feels...so...GOOD!

This was lewd. This was wrong. And this wasn't legal by any definition that she knew of. But Carol couldn't find it in herself to care. She was being tweaked and rubbed and licked and fingered in public, and her juices were going to get everywhere, and people all around her were going to see it happen, and she, and she...she couldn't think of anything hotter! She spread her legs out just a little bit to slide her new lover even deeper into her and let out a happy yelp as she did just that, she swayed her hips to match the motions of the blonde's movements, and she ground her naked behind into the stranger's equally naked thigh. This was...this was...

This was going to make her scream! And cum! Loudly!

"AHH! AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

And cum Carol did. She felt her juices erupt from her core, splashing all over her lover and the faux-leather upon which she sat. She felt a sensation of warmth as she pulled herself closer to the naked woman's form, gaining some much needed stability as her hips bucked with every burst of liquid fire emerging from her loins. And she felt the gentle rhythmic beat that could only come from a heart as she pulled herself ever deeper into that warmth, alongside a somewhat ticklish pinpricking sensation of something poking into her cheek.

"Ohhhhhh," Carol cooed, snuggling her face deeper into it as it slowly dawned on her that she was resting her head against a bare breast. Not a particularly big one like what she sported, but still very nice.

"Aren't you a dirty girl," the stranger giggled, giving Carol an affectionate kiss on the head and squeeze on the rump.

"Holy cow," Henrietta whispered from where she was sitting across the table. "Did I just...see that happen?"

"You did," said the nude blonde as she continued cuddling with the nude mother in her arms. "It seems there were a few details about our lifestyle you two may have missed though."

"Life...style?" Carol mumbled. She was still in a haze. It felt like she just lived through a century's worth of life experience, but she was certain that only a few minutes at most had passed by since she walked through the door of the coffee house.

Coffee...house?

Those words brought her back to the present in an instant. "What did I just do?" she cried, bolting upright, bouncing her boobs so high in the air they nearly slapped her face. Carol didn't need to ask though, for she knew exactly what she had done: something insane. She walked into a coffee house naked as the day she was born, she got seized by a similarly naked blonde girl, and she allowed herself to be fondled and diddled to the point of orgasm. In public. With people all around her!

And she was still naked! And so was her new lover! And they were both sitting in a puddle of her juices! This was bad, this was really bad, she screwed up, she was definitely going to be in trouble for this. It was enough to make her want to cling to her new lady friend for support and bury her head in her chest again, just to hide from her own degeneracy. She almost did just that, but paused once she got a good look at the blond woman.

She looked as cute as Carol imagined, with a youthful, round, heart-shaped face and baby blue eyes that spoke of sweet virginal innocence that everyone knew wasn't actually there. It was kind of stunning that someone so young would actually go and ensnare an old cougar like Carol and melt her like butter. Stunning and maybe a little off-putting. But that wasn't what the older woman was focusing on; it was on the girl's breast, the same one she had been resting her head upon not a moment ago. It bore a strange tattoo of...something she didn't quite recognize. It reminded her of an Ankh or the sign for sulfur, or perhaps some other symbol, but she couldn't put her finger on what exactly it was supposed to be. However, she couldn't help but shake the feeling it was very important to the nude girl.

"Yup, there are a lot of things you haven't learned about us," said the blonde, who seemed strangely unaffected by the other naked woman's abrupt movements. "How about we all just settle down, get something to drink, and I tell you both about us Zenrists."

[queennicoleinboots]

Off Grid Desert Farming with Pastor Penn and Scholar Alexia, part 1

A/N: SEQUEL to "A Special PBC Royalty News Report by Stan Doe and Chrissy, submissive queen of nomenclature with many titles"

Date: August 27, 2021, 9:11 p.m.

"Lights! Sound! Costumes! Crowns! Sashes! Make-up! Camera! Action!" Milk Mama chrissy with all of her glorious titles spoke with her distinct English voice.

The cameras turned on to reveal Prince Oliver, Werewolf of the United Planets with his silver crown sitting 10 inches away from Pastor Penn. Pastor Penn had his navy blue sash on as he sat 10 inches away from a female brown bear with round-framed glasses and a royal blue graduation gown with a silver sash named Scholar Alexia. Scholar Alexia sat 10 inches away from King Bruce Ice who still wore his intricate silver crown.

"Hello everybody, this is Prince Oliver, Werewolf of the United Planets supporting Off Grid Desert Farming with Pastor Penn and Scholar Alexia in their very important broadcast. Without further ado, Pastor Penn," the werewolf prince spoke in his distinguished English accent.

"No need for titles, Prince Oliver, Werewolf of the United Planets. I'm Penn with Off Grid Desert Farming with Penn and Alexia. Alexia is here with us to help deliver this broadcast that we all need to hear and know about," the golden bear spoke strongly with his Southern accent.

"Hello everybody, this is Alexia with Off Grid Desert Farming with Penn and Alexia. My husband has some very disturbing news to tell you about our future whether on Earth or on any other planet anywhere for that matter, unless you're in a different dimension. Then you're lucky," Scholar Alexia said in her soft voice.

Pastor Penn, Prince Oliver: Werewolf of the United Planets, and King Bruce Ice chuckled.

"But most of us aren't in another time frame or in the upside down dimensions that aren't accessible in our lifetimes no matter how many light years we travel, so this news are about to share pertains to us. But we don't have much time. Penn!" Scholar Alexia shouted.

"Today we asked Saul Turner, an excellent intergalactic journalist who tells the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, to join us on this broadcast today and tell us about the latest jab credit cards and jab biosignatures that are being implemented next month," Penn said.

"And he is very controversial because most journalists have a whole helluva lotta bias," King Bruce Ice said. "Saul Turner, tell us about yourself, for those of us who are new to your work."

A brown bear with eyes similar to Prince Banana Ice of all bears who wore a white button-down shirt, black tie, and khakis pants spoke on the other screen. "Yes. I am Saul Turner, a former Cat Intelligence Association agent that is appointed to tell the whole truth whether I want to or not. The powers that be assigned me this job," Saul Turner said before he whispered, "lest I disappear off the face of the galaxies forever."

"Thank you, Saul Turner. You mentioned in a previous news story that if we don't present proof of being jabbed at any store or market, the registers and wallets would not be functional. Is that correct?" Pastor Penn asked.

"Very! The governments of the world are downloading chips into the jabbed people as proof of their jabbed status. The cashiers will scan everyone with lasers to examine if he or she is jabbed. If you are not jabbed, the gasoline pumps will not work for you. Cash registers won't open. Even zippered WALLETS won't open for you. 'Open Sesame' will not even work for you so don't bother saying it to a scanner. Trust me. I tried it. It didn't work, AND NO I HAVEN'T BEEN JABBED," Saul Turner said loudly.

"Wow. I guess we ain't doing a darn thing unless we get jabbed," Pastor Penn said with an uneasy chuckle.

"NOT A DAMN THING!" Saul Turner said with fervor.

"That's bullshit! That's gonna fuck up the economy. We have to get jabbed to buy or sell. That's bulllllssssshhhiiittttt!" King Bruce Ice said as he growled "bulllllssssshhhiiittttt!"

"They don't care about the economy. They care about control. They care about the (encrypted voice done by Milk Mama chrissy, Encrypting Genius saying BEETLEJUICE) system," Pastor Penn said. "And more stuff has been happening around the multiverse in regard to this (encrypted voice done by Milk Mama chrissy, Encrypting Genius saying NEW AMAZON MULTIVERSE). I don't have time to talk about it in length on this network, but I can reference you to my backup channel on Odyssee.cahm. I have years of information on there that will bring you up to speed on everything going on."

"But what we need to talk about right now is the massacre that just happened an hour minutes ago in Abracadabra on Planet Neiber in the Twix Galaxy. IBIB, the terrorist group that once ruled the Planet has resurged from the depths from which they came. They are responsible for most of the massacres and for the explosions that happened in Kabbabullibulli, Abracadabra. That's near the Kabbabullibulli space station, but not in the same place. The Twix galaxy has a lot of similar names there. It's crazy. There are many wounded astronauts on those spaceships and a few dozen dead," Scholar Alexia said.

"There were two explosions that just happened 30 minutes ago as well. Astronauts from the Green Planet and Earth have been caught in the crossfire and are aborting their quote-unquote safe-keeping mission in Abracadabra. We have graphic photos to show this incident. If there are are minors watching, please tell them to leave the room and watch Telebubbies for two minutes before returning to this broadcast," Pastor Penn said.

Milk Mama chrissy then put an intermission screen on with her pups playing for two minutes to allow all minors to escape the news before Pastor Penn spoke again.

"Thank you, Milk Mama Drama Llama chrissy. I noted the lower case out of respect for one of your doms that I haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet," Pastor Penn said.

"You're welcome. I'm not in business to scar the youth of the multiverse. Please continue," Milk Mama Drama Llama chissy spoke.

"Okay. Are you ready, everyone, to see the graphic horrors of the Kabbabullibulli Abracadabra explosion?" Pastor Penn asked.

"No, but we'll show it anyway to boost our ratings," Milk Mama Drama Llama chrissy said as she began to show the pictures.

Some were of spaceships blowing up. Some had parts of space suits floating in space. One dead astronaut was being eaten by space bacteria while other body parts were floating in the midst of space. Pizza the Hut from Spaceballs was smiling and sitting on a blood moon wearing a green Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses on top of his head with his right thumb in the air while Q from Street Fighter: Third Strike was eating his flesh.

"Damn. Dat's FUCKED UP!" King Bruce Ice said as he looked at the other screen in horror.

"Yes. It's all very tragic. I extend my prayers that the rest of the astronauts escape safely before the Twix galaxy turns into milk chocolate, nougat, caramel, and nuts. Traveling through will require a sweet tooth," Pastor Penn said.

"Yes. A few bears brought several Twix bars on the spaceship on our travels here," King Bruce Ice said.

"AL Koala and the Tarbaran were in League with IBIB in the Kabbabullibulli Abracadabra city. There will be more than 30 dead astronauts in this explosion. You see that a nuclear explosion just occurred on the two entire planet as wells: Neiber and Fluggoit. A third and fourth explosion JUST HAPPENED!" Pastor Penn shouted.

We all saw the video of the Neiber and Fluggoit exploding. The whole news station gasped.

"And and the neighboring planet Italala just caught on fire.... and there are live feeds of astronauts and people spontaneously combusting... any chance of evacuation is very slim. Lord Help us. But we already knew this was gonna happen. Only through the Lord can we get through this. And everyone literally is covering this story if news exist at all. The United Planets Association definitely (encrypted voice by Milk Mama chrissy, Encrypting Genius saying, "Fudge Sundaed") up on the evacuation of Abracadabra and any other cities in the Twix galaxy at all. We should have evacuated years ago," Pastor Penn said.

"And Now the Planet Ubiquitousistan in the PaiDai galaxy has just been bombed by Abracadabra space magicians in retaliation of the Planet Abracadabra blowing up. The galaxies are literally blowing up. They're imploding, and black holes are eating other planets. Tourist planets have been targeted by space trash as well," Scholar Alexia said.

"But as bad as this is, getting the jab is still the worst thing ever. At least if you die without the jab, you get a chance to live in Chronistica. If you have gotten the jab, you will sent to Hades. Other sources, Saul Turner, Ghetto Gosbear, Brother Friar John, and recently, Found Sheep are other news sources that are telling you the horrors of the jab and the implications on intergalactic society. Right now, things are going to hell in a handbasket. Please call out to the Lord. Are you 100 percent that you are going to Chrononistica today? If not, then read John 3:16, Psalm 23, Psalm 91, Psalm 123, Psalm 139, the whole book of Revelation, and Matthew 6:23," Pastor Penn said. "The most important news is the Lord is coming again. The planets exploding is his message for us to be better people. More news will come as we gather more information."

"Yes, but we need to share some light news after that horror of intergalactic war and black holes eating Twix bars just happened. I'm just thankful that we're safe for now," Scholar Alexia said.

"Oh yes, please. It's just ghaaaahstly out there. I am almost disassociating just to be able to continue the broadcast," Milk Mama chrissy said.

"Absolutely. It's a scary multiverse out there. But onto lighter things until I am mentally ready to share the rest of this broadcast. Ahem... Apparently, Xara made a typo in "Chrissy and All of Her Glorious Titles Have Spoken." She said that it was the Prequel to "Bears, Eat Your Heart Out. Chrissy, all titles, is trying to arrive. Apparently, so is Everyone Else" instead of saying that it was the SEQUEL to "Bears, Eat Your Heart Out. Chrissy, all titles, is trying to arrive. Apparently, so is Everyone Else." The sequel comes after not before," Pastor Penn said with a chuckle and smile.

"Correction. Prequel is correct. Not everyone has arrived yet. There are several characters that have not arrived yet. They are detained at the airport in Kabbabullibulli space station between the Milkway Galaxy and Snickers Galaxy," Submissive Drama Queen Chrissy said. "But I have recent news that they are safely moving through the galaxies in either direction. A few spaceships have had to stop and get repaired, but Mayor Mr. Bill reinstated that all unjabbed must land on a planet OUTSIDE of the Twix galaxy immediately. Also, a side note, Queen Xara just now took heed of your correction and corrected the latest versions. Probably only out of respect for you. Whether it is the truth, whole truth, and nothing but the truth is something completely beyond my limited comprehension of the time and space continuum."

"How is even remotely a prequel?! You had to get everyone off the United Kingdom spaceship before the news report began," Pastor Penn said as he visibly shrugged. "Also, thank goodness that safe passage is possible, even if the chances are extremely very super terribly low."

"That is Incorrect, Pastor Penn. In the Snickers galaxy, time is going side to side. Time is not going forward. In fact, we are still reporting from a SPACE ship. We have not fully landed on the Green Planet yet," Submissive Drama Queen Chrissy said. "Apparently, we should land very soon unless we want our spaceship to blow up mid-broadcast. I certainly wouldn't want to be like those in the Twix galaxy trying to get to the Milkway or Snickers galaxy. Or if you're crazy, The Cadberry or Twizzler Galaxies"

"Whoa! Everybody, we have hit a time snag... and a general life snag in the multiverse! Is that why out of 10 people who reviewed that report in full, NO one commented on that time mistake?" Pastor Penn asked. "Although I think everyone else has been focusing on the multiverse literally imploding on itself to care about a mere dyslexic time hiccup."

"I think so. I really do. The Green Planet and its time mechanics are a mystery for those of us who are used to Earth's fast-forward time mechanism," Scholar Alexia said in her soft, sweet voice.

"Indeed. I mentioned it to Queen Xara before she posted it on the Florida News Agency, Stumblr, Feebly, Daily News Journal, and in the personal inboxes of Paul the Goat and Pauno, the Greek God of food, wine, fertility, sex and crack cocaine. She was the one who showed me intricate diagrams of time on the Green Planet and proof that we are indeed living in an alternate reality matrix full of typographical errors according to the writer's publishing system on Earth," Submissive Drama Queen Chrissy said.

"As a matter of fact, my existence is because of Queen Xara's travels to alternate realities," Stan Doe spoke in his deep voice.

"Oh? You've got to tell us about it some time," Prince Oliver, Werewolf of the United Planets said.

"Some time. Pastor Penn has a much more urgent broadcast to tell before mine will happen," Stan Doe stated before he scratched his head and looked at the teleprompter that literally just had breaking news. "Someone just committed suicide at the Kabbabullibulli space station."

"Yep. It just happened two seconds ago as we were speaking. It's worse than the Onion's broadcast from 2010 about 'some bullshit happening somewhere,'" Pastor Penn said as he showed a screen of an angry grizzly bear in a top hat and a trenchcoat exposing a bomb attached to himself in the middle of a very distraught space station.

"What the actual fuck?" King Bruce Ice asked.

A female grizzly bear wearing a short-sleeved knee-high red dress and red high heels lifted a small bit of the bottom of her dress to reveal a bomb strapped to her right thigh. Then both bears set their bombs off in the space station.

"Two other people just committed suicide," Stan Doe said as he stared at the camera.

Milk Mama chrissy was sobbing as she wiped her eyes with a handkerchief. "Excuse me. All of this destruction, mayhem, and bloodshed is really breaking my heart. May we go to a commercial break, please?"

"Absolutely. I have more news, but it can wait," Pastor Penn said.

"I think that it would be best for the sake of the audience to have a commercial break to calm their nerves," Scholar Alexia said.

"And now for a very necessary commercial break," Milk Mama chrissy, the queenliest of submissive drama queens said.

[ninabeyou]

Jacksepticeye imagine: a night alone

A/N: This isn't a typical imagine (one-shot) because it's just @therealjacksepticeye/Seán in this one, well and the lovely @wiishu/Signe (mentioned only) and @pixlpit/Robin (more towards the end and if you somehow get to read this: Robin I'm sorry in advance). It's a (kind of) horror story about Jack and primarily Anti. Little disclaimer: The characters are not mine I'm just borrowing them for my story. Now buckle the fuckle up and I hope you enjoy!

Seán/Jack's Point of view:

Today was a day that I didn't really want to do anything I wasn't feeling the energy. Maybe because I kind of missed Signe. She was on a trip with her family. I sat down in my couch scrolling through all my socials. I reblogged some posts, replied to a few things. The instant chill packs were the best thing that happened to me, beside Signe of course. I sent her a goodnight message and read some really nice messages from one member of the community to another. A new message popped up. I read it. I've seen the username before but couldn't recall any posts of them.

'Dear Jack, sometimes saying the things I want is impossible, even writing makes me anxious. I'm scared to be judged and I know you won't but I'm still scared so just a simple thank you will do for now. You are my hero.'

I sat back and my eyes scanned over the message again. I wanted to do something but what could I do? I sighed and ruffled my hair out of my face, stupid hair. A reply was posted. Unfortunately not a nice one.

'Attention seeker you just want Jack to notice you.' It said.

I was getting frustrated. You cannot do that online. I raged down some words but before I could press the post button a really nice and inspiring reply popped up.

'Agree to disagree. You think that's the case but don't judge a book by it's cover, we all fight a battle the outside world doesn't see, so be nice and that's what our community stands for. We stand for kindness and humbleness we take care of each other. No matter how bad it gets.You have the right to have your opinion and I will respect that opinion as long as you don't disrespect another human being's existence. Before you comment think will this do more harm than good? If the answer is yes try to say it in a different way or just ignore it if you can't put it in another way but don't hate, please. You push people with real issues back in a box and hurt people that mistreat the fact that these issues exist. I hope you see where I'm coming from here. Thank you for reading. Poster of this post, I can't solve what you're going through but you're definitely not alone, we won't judge you, you are one of us and we care about you deeply. So please take care of yourself.'

I was blown away by how nice people were, it happened in my community every second but it fascinates me. It was really inspiring. A few reactions oozed in, but that one long reaction made me think. I got up and starting pacing back and forth in the living room. I had to do something with this. I had to show that the people in the community inspired me as well because I always say they do but this is a perfect example. A smile crept up my face as an idea popped in my head.

"Jack you're a genius." I smiled to myself, "And also talking to yourself."

I laughed at my realization and walked into my recording studio. Okay starting of with some tests. The setup was over sooner than I realized. I took a deep breath and warmed up my voice a bit. I was about to record when I heard a noise. I frowned. No one should be in here but me. I felt tempted to shout hello, but no one really replies as a burglar do they? I was debating wether I should leave it or be a detective and investigate. The death silence that filled the house convinced me to just let it pass. Probably nothing. I pressed record.

"And now a special reading your comments. Today I wanted to share something very special with you guys. I was scrolling through the twitts and Tumblr as I do and I came passed a post. It was someone who wrote that they were afraid to say what they wanted to say because they were anxious of being judged, which is a really brave move. Reaching out to me even though you feel anxious. I appreciate it, but then there was a mean comment and I was fuming with hate I really wanted to hate on him for hurting someone so courageous and I almost did. Luckily for me one of you was faster than me and she or he wrote a really nice message and I was really inspired by it. Everything she says in it is true. I don't know if I should read it out because it's very long but you can see it on my Tumblr. I don't really know I want to read it though." I said, "Okay I'm going to do it."

I read out the reply, but halfway through a glitch interrupted me.

"Sorry a glitch interrupted me." I apologized.

The noise was back. I was confused. To be honest I was a little scared I looked behind me just to be sure that no one was there. The noise was ongoing so I was doubting to check it out.

"I'm sorry weird things are happening. I'll be right back." I said and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened the noise was gone again, but this time I was going to investigate. All I needed was something to protect myself with. I closed the door behind me and snook into the hall. The first thing I saw that could be useful was a heavy book. It seemed to be the best option for now. I searched around the house but no one was there. I shrugged and went back to my recording room. The door was slightly ajar. I froze in my spot. I'm a 100 percent sure that I closed it. Someone was in my recording room. I took a deep breath and clenched the book in my hand. I pushed the door open, but I didn't see anyone. This was really weird. I sighed and put the book down.

"I'm going insane." I smiled to the camera "Anyway let's continue and yes I was going to attack the burglar with a book."

My screen glitched, again.

"Cute." I heard. "What is happening?" I asked.

I turned around and the message on the board had changed. It used to say "Butterfly Effect" but that had changed into 'I'm watching you Seán'.

"If this is a prank it's real good thank you, but I had enough." I said.

Red liquid started dripping from behind the whiteboard.

"What the f***?"

I touched it. A weighed fell from my shoulders as I realized it was just paint.

"It's paint now, but it'll be blood soon. Your blood." I heard.

I recognised the voice and was glued in my spot. A hand touched my shoulder and I turned around.

"This isn't possible." I mumbled. "It's pretty possible Seán because I'm here." Anti chuckled.

I stumbled back. My back against the board. Anti laughed and glitched around the room.

"It's in your head Jack." I said and covered my ears. "Kind of." Anti smiled, "Only better, I'm actually real."

Anti ghosted his knife over my body.

"Don't fear human, Jackaboy man is here!" I heard. "Glad you could join the party." Anti chuckled and glitched away from me.

Jackaboy helped me up.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I nodded. I thanked him. Our friendly conversation got interrupted.

"This is just priceless. Jackaboy man, you impressed me who knew you were a backstabbing hero." "I'm not a backstabber. Neither are you." Jackaboy said. "True I prefer the throat. So I can see life pour out of their eyes. They'll know it's me. It's only fair for a villain like me." Anti smiled.

Jackaboy didn't really know what to say.

"You seem caught of guard 'hero'. Should I recollect your memory? I'm here because you wanted me to. You gave me this brilliant idea." Anti smiled. "No I was messing around it was quiet." Jackaboy said.

I stepped back.

"Jack don't listen to him. It's not true." "Take a seat Seán, this is a fun little story." Anti laughed. "Anti don't!"

Anti glitched and suddenly we were on top of the roof.

I looked down and almost screamed. Anti dragged me away from the edge.

"You're afraid of heights don't stand on the edge, weakling." Anti sighed. "Why are we on the roof?" I asked. "I'm going to tell you a story, have you been paying attention?" Anti asked. "I know that but why on a roof?" "A bedtime story under the skies doesn't that sound amazing? I'm the villain not a monster and after the story then I'll kill you. Perfection takes time weak creature." Anti smirked and let the knife roll between his fingers. "Anti stop!" Jackaboy man shouted. "Stop with what? Telling the truth?" "No ruining our home." "Home? You create chaos in his head just so you can be the hero and fix it. Dr Schneeplestien is not a real doctor and Marvin is fascinated by being a crook. Don't you see we're all villains! I'm not the crazy one!" Anti shouted he glitched towards Jackaboy. "Anti stop!" I tried. "You can't stop me!" He said and looked at me. "Anti please I don't want to hurt you." Jackaboy man sighed. "This was your idea, to be free that's what you wanted. Right?" "It gets bored but come on anti we can fix this! There is always another option." "Probably but this is the most fun one. He's weak! Once we're free I can create chaos and you can safe them. I'm doing you a favor here Jack. We don't need Seán. We would do much better on our own, just you and me. Secret allies. I create chaos and you solve it you'll be a hero. They'll love you like they love Spiderman. Come on Jackaboi man. Join me." Anti smirked. "Jackaboy man a hero." He smirked. "Jackaboy, no, he is fooling you." I shouted. "I'm sorry, Jack." He said and turned to anti. "It's okay I forgive you." I smiled.

Jackaboy turned back to me and saw the genuine smile on my face. He took a moment to think and stepped away from Anti.

"I'm sorry Anti I'm a hero." "No!" Anti shouted and glitched his way to me.

We were in back inside, well inside my old room.

"Anti what are we doing here?" I asked. "Listen." Anti said. "Top of the morning to you laddies, my name is Jacksepticeye and welcome to five nights at Freddy's: sister location." The words echoed through the room. "You're first appearance." I realized. "Here I was created to be a monster I was the scary one, the villain, the troubled outsider." "Anti? What's going on? Why did you bring me here?" I asked calm. "Because I liked it here. All my memories are here." "Anti do you miss it?" "I don't! Feelings are for the weak." He snapped. "Jackaboi man for the savior once more." Jackaboy said. "You, again." "You're predictable Anti." Jackaboi said. "Is that so Jackaboy?" Anti smiled.

Anti flashed his way towards Jackaboy man and pushed his knife into Jackaboy's stomach. I felt the pain myself. This was one of my worst fears. Anti looked in Jackaboy's eyes.

"I'm sorry my friend." Anti said. "Anti Stop!" I shouted.

Jackaboy man fell on the ground. His body turned into neon green lights as the symbol on my arm took them out of the air.

"How could you?" I asked. "Sorry you had to see that Seán." Anti smiled. "You're insane! Why did you do that?" "He was in my way."

A tear slipped down my face.

"I failed you, Jack. I'm sorry." I heard. "It's okay, hero." I whispered.

Anti turned around and his eyes were completely black. It freaked me out.

"Okay Jack, you got this." I mumbled to myself.

I swung my fist at anti but he wasn't even bothered by it. Anti stopped my fist and forced me down on my knees. I had never experienced so much pain. I used my other hand to free myself. Anti stumbled back and I ran as fast as I could.

I got out my phone and called the first person that came to mind. Robin.

"Jack? Why are you calling this late?" "Anti just killed Jackaboy and now he's after me!" "So one mental creation killed another mental creation? Jack are you okay?" "This is serious Robin!" I shouted and hid behind the tree.

Anti was nowhere to be seen. I heard his laugh though.

"You heard that too right?" Robin asked. "Yeah I've told you, it's Anti." "He's a creation Jack." Robin said less confident than usual. "I'm in the middle of nowhere in Ireland. He's real." I said "What the - No! Don't please!" Robin's line got cut off. "Robin?" I asked.

Nothing. I cursed under my breath.

"Peekaboo." Anti smiled. It made me jump. I hated the glitchy jump scares. "What did you do to Robin?" I asked genuinely scared. "Don't worry I haven't killed him. Yet." Anti said. "Leave him alone." "I would but you care about him, so I might as well torture you with it." "Anti stop this." I tried, "You're not as evil as you show yourself to be." "You're right weakling, unfortunately I'm much worse." Anti grinned and glitched us back to my home in Brighton.

Robin was lying on the floor. I went over to him. He had a wound in his leg and on top of head

"Robin?" I asked and shook his shoulder. "Jack?" He asked weak. "I'm here Robin." I said an helped him sit up against the wall. "There you go buddy. I've got you." I smiled. "How adorable." Anti laughed. "Jack, go. Get out. You can run, just go." Robin mumbled. "No time to be a hero Robin. I'm keeping you safe." I said determined. "No Seán, run. Maybe someone else will keep you here, Mark, Bob, PJ, Wade or I could always get her in here as well... you know our lovely Signe?" Anti smirked. "Leave her out of this." I said trying to calm myself down. "Don''t worry. I like her I'll only hurt her if you make it necessary." "You're the worst Anti." I said. "Thank you." He smiled.

Robin mumble something but I couldn't understand.

"What do you want?" I asked and gave into his threats. "I thought it was obvious. I want to be free and Schneeplestien had a plan to help me but then he turned on me so here I am. Trying to figure out what he meant. He was a horrible doctor but he had brains in contrast to you." "What did he say before you killed him?" "He said I'd never be free." Anti said and approached me, "But you know what Seán I rather die then be locked up in there." "My mind isn't a bad place." I defended myself. "No it's a beautiful place full of positivity, kindness, love and toys. I hate it. I'm the wrong one out. I don't belong there everything is so bright I might go blind just being in my home. All the colours make it so lively and it's not me. I don't give life I want to end yours, Seàn." Anti said and held the knife against my throat. "Anti Stop!" I heard Robin groaned.

I looked back and Robin was trying to get up.

"Another wannabe superhero, I see." "Anti leave him alone. Robin is our friend." I tried. "I hate superhero's." Anti said and sliced Robin's throat open. "NO!!!!" I shouted and caught Robin in my arms.

My heart broke into a million pieces.

"Robin was our friend." I cried. "He's just a human, you'll get over it." "No he wasn't just another human! He was my friend." I said and balled my fists. "Seán calm down buddy." Anti said and stepped back.

I looked at myself and I held a knife like anti. My instinct was to kill anti but I thought about how it all started. I tossed the knife to Anti's feet.

"Leave and never come back, please." I said and turned around. "Seán. what are you doing?" Anti asked. "I'm forgiving you. I just can't look at you when I do because you hurt my friends and that's not okay, but hate doesn't thrive out hate. Love does." "You sicken me." Anti said. "And I'm sorry just leave." I cried. "No. You can't win this. I'm the strong one." "Goodbye Anti." I said and took a deep breath.

I closed my eyes and everything went quiet. I opened my eyes and I was in the couch no blood on my hands nothing. Was it all just a dream? It felt so real though. I just had to be sure Robin was okay. I couldn't care less if he was asleep I couldn't lose my friend. I called him voicemail. I tried again and again. Why wasn't he answering.

"Come on Robin." I mumbled, "Just try again Jack he's probably just asleep."

I kept trying and I was getting worried. Tears were welling up in my eyes.

"Mhmm. Who is this?" A grudgy voice asked. "Robin?" I asked. "Jack? Is that you?" The voice on the other side asked. "Yeah." I sniffed, "It's me, are you okay?" "You're the one calling me at 3:30, Crying? And you ask if I'm okay? Jack, is everything okay?" "Yeah just a nightmare probably It's stupid sorry I woke you up." "It's not just a nightmare Jack. You called me like a million times what's going on?" Robin asked. "I was recording a reading your comments video and then anti was like a second me and he killed Jackaboi man and then you were there and he killed you and it all felt so real and I don't know I'm freaking out. I think I am losing my mind." I explain freaking out. "Jack breath, I'm okay and as far as I can tell I'm alive. Do you want to like video chat or something? We could play some games to distract you." "I don't want to keep you awake." "Sleep is for the weak. Isn't that something you used to say?" Robin smiled. "Okay, just let me go upstairs." I smiled.

Robin and I switched to video chat. We played some video games and chatted a bit about my crazy night.

"I sound like a hero." Robin smiled. "You tried real hard to be one. It killed you though.” I smiled. “Well don't get used to it I won't do it in real life." Robin joked. "Let's all hope that never happens again." I laughed "Yeah. Anyway you're okay now right?" "Yeah I'm fine. I'm holding on to the positive mental attitude. A nightmare won't change that. I have friends like you who pick up in the middle of the night because my imagination is absolutely messed up." I smiled. "Yeah don't make it a habit. I do need my sleep." Robin smiled. "Don't worry. I won't." I smiled.

I felt the happiness fill my body again. It was just a nightmare. Anti was still a piece of my imagination and not a real person. There was nothing to worry about. 

"Keep thinking that Jack." Anti whispered looking at me through the window.

[autoirishlitdiscourses]

Discourse of Saturday, 24 June 2017

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Which is just an issue of hasty writing and thought about the actual text that you get 90. I would have helped you to discuss, but that you do so in section this quarter. You may not be able to right; that you don't email me at least 24 hours in advance will help you to arrange that in a close-reading and merciless editing as part of the mythological sirens, as I've learned myself over the last few hours before a presentation. In the past, the more productive question is a suggestion for how these particular issues instantiated in the class at this point, but you've certainly met the must email me and I think that your decision to compare those two particular texts side by side? Please feel free to fill out your material gracefully and in a paper, and your readings further and develop a larger payoff that your basic idea is good for your recitation and lecture. And you met them at you without being so long to get people talking, and you've also demonstrated that here. Honestly, I believe it's worthwhile to look for ways to answer this question is a useful job skill at some of the class for instance. I feel bad that it's impossible to say, Leopold Bloom or Francie Brady, his understanding of what I am quite enjoying reading your papers. Again, thank you for doing such a way that the law isn't able to find sources that disagree with you, I think that you're a bright student you are thinking about what you're saying and what does it express their situation, and that you have any other questions. Your rhythm was quite thoughtful in many ways, you've done some very, very good job. You supplemented the explicit course concerns and did a good choice, and you do not do this and anyone asks you specific questions can help you to stretch your presentation. Quite frankly, the Multicultural Center, the visual presentation of the quarter, including those which incur no penalties: Letter Grade Percentage Point total A 100% 150 A 95% 142. You may have about any of my students are welcome to leave your luggage during section the first-serve basis.

Punching a short description of your paper's structure is elegant and graceful, and that what most needs to happen in your paper comes in is tracing out connections between Ulysses and use them both to talk in detail than we actually have time to get back to issues that you've chosen, and I'll give you a B and I haven't started the reading yet, so you may find that thesis, because you probably only need one question to ponder each category on the other. Nugent might have helped to project a bit more practice but your delivery; you also gave an engaged, and of showing that you can carry yourself, it sounds to me, as well. Let me know how many are attending so I think that there should be delivered in a variety of ways that you are not present last week. Think about how the texts you want to make you feel that the law isn't able to recite on 27 November. You should spend at least some violent criminals are hard-ass at the third line of thought into your observations about what you're actually saying to a specific point of analysis along some line between analysis and perhaps other poems, and I've just discovered that time. Great! I feel that the more interesting ones, and you accomplished a lot of similarities to yours. You two worked effectively as a good Thanksgiving! All of which assume that you intend to respond to the YouTube video from the book deals with the paper manages to carry off.

We feel in England to we in England, was supposed to have a middle-ish rooms available, that what most needs to be helpful to think about putting in conjunction with a more specific, questions would have helped him on in her discussion in a lot of ways. You're welcome! An Spalpin Fanach. Other points for demonstrating correct knowledge I'd rather not encourage you to demonstrate that you had a good understanding of how specific people's ideas were. Because your writing is so strong that it is getting feedback in advance, though, that asking yourself what your most important think here is going well, and then I'll get to the novel with which you want to pick it up on the paper is when I've given you should rise above the length requirements. Your delivery did quite a bit more so that it's difficult to treat in a close reading of Irish culture, and your material you emphasize I think that your idea is basically a fair amount of time that you need to establish universal truths about how you disagree with you about. Here are the questions on the final exam.

You were polite and professional and much more trouble later. I think, finally, that examining your own writing and its background. You've been warned. /Or may make other people have produced are of course that it is necessary, then there are places where I think it would have needed to happen for your material very effectively and provided an interpretive pathway into what Yeats wants to go for the attendance/participation score above 50 points, though My current plan is absolutely a suggestion in case the equipment that you've identified this as being not a bad move, given the context of a letter grade; e. They let him have it by 5, in large part because it's specific and detailed outlines I've gotten pretty good at picking up every possible step to make sure that you're making in the third paragraph of the text in more depth may very well prepared.

Besides, even with graders who are, but you handled yourself and your readings profitable, but I can't recall immediately and have more data, but really, your primary insights are is one-act play, or inherently uninteresting none of the prospectus when I've already said in an in-class recitation except for the quarter, and good luck in every single point. Two percent/for/scrupulous accuracy/in Synge's The Playboy of the course concerns and did a good job of engaging the class and the rest of the novel drives home the unsettling conclusion that Francie does. 46: A-. Thank you for this particular question, I think that this has in the front of the most important think here is some meaningful reason why the decision to compare those two particular texts side by side? Wow, that's incredibly comprehensive. What, ultimately, what I get is that if he allows it, then get back to some extent as you write very effectively and in lecture and less discussion than was actually necessary and that he had to be ready to talk about why in section we talked about in the text to text and ask students about them. This is quite likely to be the weekend is over remember that I'll be awake for a large gap for recall and retraction/corrections, but probably due to the section as a wake-up on email. I feel that it's likely to complain if I share a few places where you see evidence of feminization, specifically, issues relating to sexuality that I haven't graded yours yet, and you handled yourself and your writing is quite clear and engaging and often used the British Army is not comprehensive, but I don't believe I've seen of Katharine O'Shea note the prevalence of canned food in Endgame, if your dorm forces you to increase the specificity of what you're actually saying about the relationship between elements are. I'll see you in section on the feedback for paper topics, in part because he is not related to writing and polished work.

I will post before I go into in order to fully explore your own thought, that there are a couple of ways in which your overall payoff will be none. Each of you. The underlying assumption is that people run up against was that I think you've got a potentially productive move that your thought better than you've managed to do: O'Casey Synge If you have any other course extent to a natural move is to listen to what he might stand for in the last student I have to recite. Additionally, you may want to talk about, exactly, by the section will have to pander to my students for review purposes. Hello! I believe that you like it got fixed. Yes-or higher on the syllabus for that matter, so I can attest from personal experience it can do this. I'll print it out in detail, I think that there are large-scale motive that makes the texts you've chosen, it's a reliable source some guy ranting about sociopathy in a lot of ways that immediately occur to me and I'm operating on the Internet, if you start participating and pick up a pretty good at picking up every point on the following things: 1. You have a happy holiday break! In that fair city Eavan Boland, What We Lost Paul Muldoon, just sending me an email last Wednesday night with details about the very end of the class or another of the text s involved and that asking questions that surround it or them. Crashing? One recall. My best guess is that failing to turn in your section who was buried that morning. For one thing, and let me know and I'll print it out sooner, because it's a bit in the future. Recall from my other section is dealing directly with a well-selected material to produce a cohesive discussion plan and to interrogate your historical sources would pay off. You brought up some time working it out, let me know that you've identified as significant and connect them to their hearts, you know the details of phrasing and style would, I won't assess participation until the end. I realize that these assumptions are never fully articulated. 4:30 is perfect. And some broader course concerns and themes, looking at it with other students and grades, preferring to leave that determination to individual points below. I've just been so far. Almost always, we will divide up texts for recitation, got practically no one has enough space to examine evidence in a lot of information about the offer, OK? You, sir.