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#[ self / she is beauty ; grace ; and will punch you in the face ]#[ gifs / a little bit of magic makes a picture come to life ]#its them in polygon and i CRY#[ otp / music to my heart that's what you are ; a song that goes on and on ]
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I just remembered the wii party crying babies minigame exists. Actual trauma flashbacks. I am in tears rn.
#the babies crying used to make me so upset when i was little#both the noise (undiagnosed neurodivergency go brr)#and my weird abundance of embathy for those low polygon little things#they're sad :( they're crying :( you made them sad :(#and sometimes they start screaming louder#now i am in tears again#what is to tonight#wii#wii party#its midnight
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Chinese LOTM Fic Recs
(@ihavenobigbrain)
I was asked about this, so here we go! (rubs hands together =D)
A few things to know:
I'll only separate by site (either AO3 or Lofter) and whether it's gen or has a ship. None of these recs have smut as far as I remember, as I rarely if ever read it.
I am not Chinese and know nothing about the Chinese language. I've read these fics through the browser translator. Likely there are errors in the translated English titles provided, please feel free to correct them.
For Lofter fics, I'm using the blog url (x in "x.lofter.com") as the writer's name, though idk if that's how it should be done.
Also for Lofter fics, I've linked the first chapter for multi-chapter stories. The rest can be found by going to the user's archive, or (with a bit more difficulty) by clicking on one of the tags at the bottom and going through that.
Recs under the cut because this became a longer post than I expected. Hope you find something to enjoy from this!
Gen Fics:
->AO3
DEITY MAY CRY, by buerzi: The story of an atheist who becomes a believer of the Fool. (post-Book 1, one of my favourite fics)
【克中心】愚者教会调查实录 / [Ke Center] Investigative Records of the Church of the Fool, by liusheng_A: The state of the Church of the Fool, two hundred years after the apocalypse.
Sing come twilight, by Mirrir_Error: Melissa has a conversation with a mysterious lady and learns the truth about her brother. (post-Book 1)
Fifteen Minutes, by ianto0706: Fors accidentally summons Gehrman's historical projection. (post-Book 1)
在葬礼上 / At the funeral, by Mirrir_Error: During Benson's funeral, Melissa meets a familiar stranger.
【破繭組】為美好的真神獻上祝福 / [Broken Cocoon Group] Offer blessings to the beautiful true god, by Zye_404: The four transmigrators meet up in the Astral Realm and decide to descend to the real world. Klein helps Roselle meet his children, Amanises goes shopping and ASG hunts down Amon.
【诡秘】欢迎加入地球OL保障队 / [Secret] Welcome to the Earth OL Support Team, by abigail_000017: Klein Moretti introduces you to the Earth OL Support Team, the first and last line of defence for Earth, and its various members. Do keep track of what you should and shouldn't do. (alternate universe)
但它不断冒出 / but it keeps popping up, by undertoneaugust: (author's summary) "After being woken up by his little niece for the thousand and eighty-sixth time, Klein Moretti finally agreed to play with her."
隐瞒之事 / concealment, by undertoneaugust: Bernadette in the present, seeking her father, and the past she remembers.
【诡秘】我有一个朋友 / [Secret] I have a friend, by Kuffskein: I suggested going on a walk to Deacon Leonard Mitchell, and so we visited Tingen. (first-person perspective, post-Book 1)
修罗会 / Shura Society*, by ominoushunter: When Klein resurrects from his grave, Azik is there. This leads to several things, but mainly the Tarot Club's utter confusion on the shape of the love polygon between Mr. Death, his many students, Mr. World and Mr. Star. (all ships present are mainly in the minds of the Tarot Club :p)
(*according to this post, "Shura Field" is a phrase used to refer to an intense struggle on a battlefield but also for shows where multiple characters are in love with the same person)
->Lofter
【廷根师生组】新生-随机爆炸鱼干 / [Tingen Students and Teachers Group] Freshmen, by linyuansuyuan: (author's summary) "Klein has three homes in Tingen, for which he needs to pay a low rent every month, a few carefully completed homework and several times of unburdened laughter." (pre-canon, warning for Canonical Character Death, slight hint of Azik/Klein but only as a student's crush) (this is the fic that shaped OG Klein for me, and made me fall in love with the pre-canon possibilities)
[海上组]冰山浮出一角 / [Sea Group] The tip of the iceberg emerges, by wangyouwushang86832: After the journey in Groselle's Travels, Gehrman loses his memory, only retaining the beginning of his time in Tingen. Danitz, Anderson and the rest of the Golden Dream get to see another side of the crazy adventurer. (incomplete, ongoing)
【诡秘之主观影体】我于神明 / [The Lord of Mysteries] I am in the gods, by xiayanzhangxiangyi: Tianzun tries to use the transmigrators to take away Klein's anchors. In order not to lose, Klein is forced to reveal the truth of his life to several people close to him, as well as the transmigrators. (post-Book 1, viewing fic)
【观影体】如果神弃之地的 "游戏" 被围观 / [Movie Watching Body] If the "game" of the Forsaken Land of the Gods is watched, by muleyi62440: While Klein is in the Forsaken Land with Amon, the Tarot Club pray to him. But rather than not getting a response, they are pulled into the gray fog and get to watch the struggles he's going through. (viewing fic)
【唤醒沉睡愚者24h/8:30】天幕之下 / [Wake up the Sleeping Fool 24h/8:30] Under the Canopy, by rizerxx: In the year 1366, the Fool wakes up.
1-【论坛体】论坛新更新的游戏,有人玩了吗?/ 1- [Forum body] Has anyone played the newly updated game in the forum?, by mlikebc: Forum story (ie, it takes place in some kind of online forum). The Church of the Fools has released a gacha dress-up game called Miracle Meimei, about a person waking up without memories and rediscovering the past. As people play it, they too discover the truth about the angels of the Fool and the people connected to them... (post-Book 1, incomplete, ongoing, mentions of stuff from COI, currently a 21-part story)
Leonard/Klein:
->AO3
【克中心】我可能是假的天使 / [Ke Center] I might be a fake angel, by BB_Roin: Canon divergence- if the Evernight Goddess couldn't separate the curtain from Zhou during the transmigration. The focus isn't on the ship and it's pretty slowburn Leoklein. (incomplete, ongoing)
World/Fool:
->AO3
世愚|倒计时十五分 / World Yu | 15 minute countdown, by suqiansheng: After the betrayal in Utopia, Klein goes to the Historical Void before the First Epoch and summons Gehrman's historical projection. A much-needed moment is had. (note: not romantic in any way imo but it's tagged World/Fool so I'm reccing it here)
世愚|小团圆 / World Yu | A little reunion, by suqiansheng: Klein and Gehrman are separated brothers, having a reunion dinner... (Major Character Death of sorts? Also, same note as above, ie has no romantic elements)
【愚世】最优解 / [Foolishness] The best solution, by Indigo10: Post-Book 1, Klein crafts a marionette Gehrman and instills him with the humanity Adam once gave him. (Major Character Death, same note as above :p)
世愚|数到三 / Shi Yu | Count to three, by suqiansheng: Post-Book 1, the avatar of Gehrman Sparrow makes a suggestion to Klein. He is not the first Gehrman Sparrow to do so. (sorta Major Character Death)
世愚 | 雨夜乌托邦 / Shi Yu | Rainy Night Utopia, by suqiansheng: The Fool Klein shares a meal with his Blessed in Utopia. (AU where Klein's identities are separate people)
访谈录【愚世】 / Interview Record [Foolish World], by Fei Yu: Gehrman Sparrow, a heretic, has been captured and awaits execution. Before that, a reporter seeks him out for an interview about his life.
【世愚】妄念 / [Shi Yu] Delusion, by youlancangqiong: The Fool likes equivalent exchange, and asks Gehrman for his wish. (AU where these two are separate people, sorta Major Character Death?)
世愚|值得 / [Shi Yu] Worthy, by suqiansheng: Before the apocalypse, Klein and Gehrman share a peaceful moment.
Azik/Klein:
->AO3
关于我那个总是陷入危险而不自知的同行 / About my colleague who's always in danger without knowing it, by ominoushunter: Canon divergence where Klein doesn't join the Nighthawks and instead becomes a history lecturer, but is still a Beyonder. Cue a comedy of misunderstandings between Klein and Azik, and their secret identities of "the World" and "the Death Consul".
【诡秘】死神即将回归……吗? [Secret] Reaper is about to return...?, by Kuffskein: Suarez, a descendant of the Eggers family, reports to Salinger about the changes in the present era. It's enough to make even enemies feel pity.
【诡秘】愚者教会内部论坛 / [Secret] Church of the Fool Internal Forum, by Kuffskein: Forum story. While discussing the past of the Angel of Death, people uncover a strange relationship between the Angel, Gehrman Sparrow, the Fool and an ordinary person named Klein.
苍白 / Pale, by ominoushunter: Rather than continuing his life as it is, Azik chooses to complete his soul in the mausoleum, and what follows from that.
【诡秘】谁才是执政官大人的真爱?/ [Secret] Who is the true love of the Consul?, by Kuffskein: For a festival of Bayam, tradition is that the Death Consul must travel the capital in a coffin alongside his partner. This would be all fine and good, if the high priest of Balam didn't have to decide who to invite between the Death Consul's six lovers.
->Lofter
【兹克24H:他的猫与锚-19:00】降灵之舞 / 【Zik 24H: His Cat and the Anchor-19:00】Spiritual Dance, by xiayanzhangxiangyi: After Azik wakes up, he goes to Bayam to introduce himself as the Angel of Death and learn more about the Church his student established.
【兹克520活动||17:20】艾格斯教授是gay还是邪教徒 / [Zik 520 Event||17:20] Is Professor Eggers gay or a cultist, by mosquitoyeah: During an expedition, a pair of brothers wonder about their guide Azik Eggers, and place a bet on whether he's a cultist or gay. (post-Book 1, two-part story)
Dunn/Daly:
->AO3
【索斯特➡戴莉】直至最后一朵玫瑰凋谢之时 / [Soest->Daly] Until the last rose fades, by GetSomeFries (NachtElf): Soest falls in love with Daly, but she keeps rebuffing him and he wonders why. (the arrow denotes one-sided feelings iirc)
邓恩史密斯查了五次水表 / Dunn Smith checked the water meter five times, by 6749: set within In Modern Day. This is the fifth time Dunn has visited Daly's house, citing reports that she's performing suspicious religious activities.
Amanises/Klein:
->AO3
今天世界不对劲 / Something is wrong with the World today, by Mirrir_Error: (author's summary) "Today is a special day, "—" wants to play an interesting game with the Fool."
Sharron/Maric:
->AO3
【沙琪玛】莎伦小姐心直口快 / [Sharron/Maric] Miss Sharron is outspoken, by huangnanjun: The story of how Sharron and Maric met, and how they escaped from the Rose School of Thought.
That's all from me for now!
For those who've read this far, I leave you with a wonderful Reddit post about how to browse for LOTM fics on Lofter.
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I’m A Ghost– Now You See Me Now You Don’t
I REALIZED I NEVER POSTED THE ACTUAL THING HERE OOPS-
its the SBNS thing i posted as a link once i forgot to send it as text too💔💔💔💔
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Damn. Not much has happened around here lately. Barracuda thought to himself silently, laying the bottom of his head on the little table beside Dub’s throne. I heard Em telling that sphere– I can never remember her name…– that the caretakers have reached The Land of Spheres. The corrupt pyramid sat up. Hm… That means that the green Hero must have matured. Tourmaline, or whatever his name was. Tanzanite. Some kinda stone.
After a little more time of silent thinking, Barracuda decided to wander the halls of the Tower… Like he’d already done about a billion times now. It really wasn’t fun being a ghost. It wasn’t fun being dead in general. He stood up, heading towards the door and putting a hand on the wall of the huge door frame. Dub didn’t seem to be coming back anytime soon�� Damn it. He really wanted a reason to not roam around aimlessly, but it seemed as though he had zero choice.
Taking a step out, Barracuda glanced around at all of the corrupted flowers (and some other types of shapes) walking around. He was pretty sure he saw Ajaceare and George chatting to the side out of the corner of his vision, although he couldn’t care less right now.
He sighed. Fuckin’… Goddamnit.
As the monster wandered, a soft sound caught his attention. It almost sounded like– yelling. Panicked yelling. However, it sounded far away. Odd. Barracuda thought, subconsciously beginning to head in the direction it was coming from.
…Wait. Oh, fuck.
Was that a child’s voice?
— — —
Tsavorite wasn’t sure how he got here… Or, like this… But the only thing that was certain to him right now was that he was a ghost. Not one of those sheet ones you’d see masters of procrastination wear on Halloween, though, no. A real one. One you could actually see through, one that could actually phase through things.
…Crap, he felt like he was going to actually pass out. Could ghosts pass out? Was that something they could do? …Could ghosts even sleep?!
Tsavorite was terrified. Just how long had it been since he had died?! He’d woken up in the middle of the forest, where the clear line of foliage between Polygon County and The Land of Spheres met. But the others hadn’t been in sight at all. It was scary. Really scary…
The green Hero dashed around aimlessly, desperately trying to find somebody, anybody that could see him. There has to be somebody that can help– right?!
In his panicked wandering, he stumbled upon a very familiar sight– Poly Town. An actual civilization… And that was where the Chipzel group lived! Maybe they could help him! Tsavorite quickly headed into the town, keeping an eye out for that house he could recognize… Aaaaand… Bingo! There was Squadril, too, walking right in! Perfect! The ghost child dashed through the door just before Squadril completely closed it, gazing around. Huh– and there was Grandpa and Circumsphere! Woah.
Tsavorite ran towards Cintagon, hope flooding through his chest– then, he realized. If the other pentagon– or any of them for that matter– could actually see him, they would have said something already. And so he sat, looking towards Cintagon with a frown. He was speaking to Purpex… And they both sounded pretty upset.
“Marcle’s received word from Rincle.” Purpex spoke, and Tsavorite could see the emotions in her eyes: anger, sadness, guilt. “…Tsavorite’s dead. He was killed by a corrupt.” That hit Tsavorite like a shock, and as he watched Purpex and Cintagon make multiple attempts to hold their tears– which were also futile–, he resisted the urge to cry along with them. He was really dead, then…
He continued to just watch. He felt like– This couldn’t be real. Right?
Eventually, Circumsphere, Marcle and Squadril entered the room, and Tsavorite couldn’t take it anymore. He dashed out of the open window, glancing around in a panic. This could’ve been just a prank. Right? Right? No– no, they wouldn’t do that. Not in the middle of the Pink Corruption basically-apocalypse, at least. And the look of pure grief in Purpex and Cintagon’s eyes had been genuine.
This couldn’t be real…
As soon as Tsavorite neared a bush, he pushed his hand into it without hesitation. It went through. It fricking went through the bush.
He felt like he was going to cry.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no—” The Green Hero kept repeating to himself as he dashed in a very specific direction… …Was he really that desperate…?
…
He was.
—
As Tsavorite neared Dub’s tower, he was beginning to have second thoughts… Would this be reckless? No– no, he was already dead… But what if he wasn’t? There was always a chance he wasn’t dead, right?! If he wasn’t, there was certain death that came from literally walking right into Dub’s tower. But– he was desperate. He wanted to know. He needed to know…
He dashed in.
One of the first things Tsavorite immediately noticed was the sheer amount of corrupted shapes around the tower. He’d known there were a lot of shapes that Dub had gotten to… But not that many!
He began dashing around, trying to push around some flowers, trying to smack some cubes’ heads, anything, just to try and possibly get their attention… Nothing. His hand just kept going through them.
And so, he decided to start calling.
“HEY!” Tsavorite yelled out to a group of flowers, dashing towards them. “HEY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” He floated in front of one of them, waving his hand in front of her face. She didn’t even seem to notice him, she just kept talking to the other flowers…
He looked around wildly, feeling quite panicked… He dashed towards a cube and a flower having a chat near the corner of the hall. He did recognize the cube, though– Cyan had mentioned something about a cloak, one eye, and that kind of hair… Tsavorite waved his hand in front of the cube, too, “PLEASE–?! SOMEONE–?!” Still. No. Response.
He felt like he was going to cry.
After a bit more of going around, calling out, and even trying to straight up punch someone, Tsavorite floated down to the ground, sitting and leaning against the wall. “Please–…” He sniffled, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped his eye. “Somebody’s got to be able to hear me…”
Just as he finished speaking, a large pink figure caught his attention. He looked up, and spotted, looking straight at him– wait–
WAS THAT PYRARE?!
No– no, it couldn’t be. This monster pyramid looked– Just as he was beginning to fully process who exactly this might be, though, the corrupted pyramid turned, and began to walk back down the hall. Tsavorite gasped, got to his feet, and began dashing after the Pyrare-lookalike. “HEY, WAIT!”
Now that they were fully in his vision, and he was getting a bit closer, Tsavorite could see that some pink triangles were floating around the pyramid, and they themself looked… Transparent? Oh– like him! Except, his triangles were yellow, blue and orange! …Wait– that meant–
“BARRACUDA!”
— — —
Barracuda paused at the Hero’s call of his name. He hadn’t been spoken to with his name in years, let alone being spoken to at all. But, as quickly as he had halted, he began walking again. He really needed to lead this kid away from the tower. He wasn’t sure why, exactly… But… He felt the need to. Well– not a ‘need’, per se. Instead… It almost felt like something was calling him to do so.
Barracuda continued walking out of and away from Dub’s tower, with the Hero trailing after him, now calling his name in sheer desperation. “BARRACUDA! PLEASE, WAIT!”
The kid just kept going… It was getting awfully annoying.
Finally, once he reached the treeline, Barracuda stopped walking, and turned to the green pentagon. “You need to go.” He spoke in a stern voice, in hopes that the child would actually listen to him. From the looks of it, though, it didn’t seem like that would actually happen.
The Hero’s eyes widened. He pulled down his… Scarf? Bandana?– Barracuda wasn’t sure–, and spoke again. “What?! But you’re–”
“I said you need to go.” Barracuda snapped. He quickly came up with an excuse, fueled by only his want for the other to just go. “The corrupts in the tower are very uneased by just your Tree-like presence. …Even as a ghost.” He added that last part quietly.
The Hero frowned, “but I–… You’re the only one who can see me.”
Barracuda’s eye softened slightly. Of course the kid would be this desperate to talk to him… He was alone and confused. Still, though– Barracuda needed to lead him away from the tower.
He stayed silent, debating to himself. The Hero stared up at him, an almost pleading look in his eyes. “…Barracuda…?”
Barracuda gave a heavy sigh. He assumed that this Hero wouldn’t leave him alone if he didn’t at least give him any advice. “I–… I don’t know what to do…” Neither do I. “I just– woke up as a ghost. We were right by the edge of The Land of Spheres… But then I woke up like that, and– I don’t know where the heck Mom or Dad or Orange or Cube or Cyan or—”
Barracuda cut him off. “Alright.”
The Hero perked up at that, gazing up at Barracuda with wide eyes. “What–?” “I said ‘alright’. What’s your name, kid?” The corrupted pyramid asked, looking down at the Green Hero.
The child took a moment to take this in… Then he spoke: “Tsavorite. Hero of the—”
“Hero of the Green Tree of Life. Yada yada, I know.” Barracuda huffed, straightening himself before turning to face the direction of The Land of Spheres. “You said The Land of Spheres. Correct?”
Tsavorite nodded. “Yeah! But, I don’t know where—”
“C’mon.”
Barracuda’s words seemed to shock Tsavorite to the core… He stayed in place, and they stared at each other for a long moment, in silence. Barracuda broke the silence. “C’mon. I’m not gonna find them for you, kid.”
“…Oh. OH! Okay! Oh my Trees– thank you! Thank you so much!” Tsavorite sounded genuinely thankful… And Barracuda felt a small spark of joy go off in his mind, from the kid’s smile alone. “Yeah, yeah. Now, like I said: c’mon.”
And with that, they began walking. Hopefully, just hopefully, Barracuda could find the caretakers and Heroes. Then he could go back to Dub’s tower, never to be bothered by this child again. …He wasn’t sure if he would be able to look straight at Pyrare, however…
Barracuda shook those thoughts away.
Just for Tsavorite’s sake.
#pink corruption#pink corruption au#the pink corruption#the pink corruption au#tpc#jsab tpc#brittcorruption#jsab:tpc#sbns au#shattered body but not spirit au#cw death mention#but also death#ITS NOT ON SCREEN SO UH#like not actively death#help how does it work#PLEASE🥺🥺🥺🥺PLEASE SPARE ME I AMJUST A LITTL TWINK /HEVJ
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After watching gameplay of the rebirth demo up until the Nibel fire event, I have so much to say and I apologize how deranged I'll sound. (This is long I'm sorry)
Firstly: ASGDKFGSLDOAHDKHD *unholy crying screaming breaking walls*
Secondly: I love Sephiroth, I love him so much I'm one of those annoying mfers that believes I'm married to him. It's just objectively true and no one can tell me otherwise I can fix him. This was the first time I was actually, genuinely, 100% scared of him. His fall from grace, his breakdown, the pure rage and sadness and betrayl was so palpable and so real. The 180 he did from a respectable and heroic man to a bloodthirsty monster devoid of all sympathy was just so good.
3: the remake trilogy has an iron grip on my heart with its devotion to bringing realism and emotion to the once unvoiced, pixelated polygons of the 90s. The way they made "Cloud" act like Zack, with his voice lines and mannerism is just so nice, and how it glitches with Cloud's actual memories of what he experienced going back home (going to his mom's, going through Tifa's house, crawling towards his mom's burning house. And can I just say, what a dick Sephiroth can be. "Run, Cloud. You have to leave. You have to live." Those were his mother's words in her final moments. And Sephiroth taunted Cloud with them in remake.
D: the little details and reworking of old details is just amazing. Seph finally being pissed and fed up with Gast as he's the one that started the project that created him. The flashes of my favorite and most hated old man Hojo during the breakdown sequence as that is Sephiroth's primary abuser. The text in the books he reads having details blacked out, which makes me think that pushed Sephiroth even more to the point of him not knowing Lucrecia was his mother. Because her name was blacked out. I suspect Hojo did this, either thinking in advance about Sephiroth finding those books or sending people out to hide the details months or weeks before he was shipped out.
Bonus: the trailers for rebirth has me on edge. Cloud attacking Tifa? Aerith not dying? Zack still alive in parallel timeline? Why does Marlene know what will happen to Aerith? Why does the man that made my username the way it is keep popping up more and more? What's Hojo's involvement in the story? Are we finally going to save Aerith? I have theories and predictions.
Bonus 1: I really hope we don't save Aerith. I love her, but literally she had to die. The entire game was created with the message of loss and love, how much time are you spending with those you care about before they eventually pass on. Aerith's death was a sudden and sad one, but at the end of the game it was ultimately her and her influence in the lifestream that saved the planet (and I firmly believe that!! In the original game, Holy did what it could, but Meteor was stronger. The lifestream had to spawn and push it back, and it was stronger because of Aerith, her face showing up at the end of the game has me believing that. Literally she had to die or else the planet would die). Taking something as essential and plot driven as her death, while it'll be a twist, it ruins the message of the game of spending what little time you have left with your loved ones. I'd actually be more happy if Aerith was saved and then she turns and goes "What have you done? This wasn't supposed to happen. You shouldn't have saved me. You doomed us all."
Bonus 2: if the theory of the Sephiroth at the end of remake being a Sephiroth that is hyper aware of the timeline and trying to help us (the whole "Seven Seconds" thing being him warning Cloud of what to look out for), I have a strong feeling he might be on our side. Why else would he have his own playable section in the rebirth demo with his own character equip animations? Yes, I know he was playable in the og 7, but he wasn't as playable as this. Og didn't have the synergy mechanic either. Why does Cloud or "Cloud" have synergy with Sephiroth if it's just going to be wasted on one section of the game? I hope Sephiroth officially joins our party and becomes a whole playable endgame character.
Bonus 3: Hojo. The man, the trashy, the worst thing that has ever happened to the story of 7. His constant grip on the narrative so far has me thinking that we might actually get to see him at his peak. He's the center of everything, the fall of Sephiroth, the death of Vincent, the tragedy of Lucrecia, the start of the death of Zack. Hojo being aware of the whispers from remake, him seeing Sephiroth on his monitor, him laughing when Jenova's body was stolen, his little line in the rebirth trailer "This is the beginning of the end". Hojo knows something we don't and might be a more powerful villain because he's either planned ahead or worked in the details of this new timeline bullshit. Plus, with the intergrade dlc and its ties with deepground, I think Hojo will have a much MUCH bigger part to play with the remake trilogy and just maybe a Dirge of Cerberus remake. I can't wait to see how they build up my favorite lab rat.
#I feel like a lot of people wouldn't like that I say Aerith has to die#but I mean#Im the autistic one that literally changed my name to be that of the protagonist of the game#im the video game boy!#im the one who wins!#i will fist fight (not really) anyone behind the 711 over my opinions over this game compilation#also yes i love Sephiroth and Hojo equally i can fix seph and make hojo worse they both just need some good head /j#final fantasy vii#ffvii#final fantasy vii rebirth
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((note: alex doesn't know or hasn't interacted with any if the canon characters. this is jusy how I think Alex would interact with them, like a headcannon))
DR. RATIO
both of them are math teachers, one just hates ignorance while the other one hates time
both hate their supid students, though both try their best ti teach their students and give them room for improvement (alex gives up midway however)
both will just talk about math with ratio also adding more knowledge on the medical field (hes a doctor too)
alex from time to time would mention raphael and how he was the best student to him and ratio could see how dear raphael was to alex
[Audio Record]
"My students are idiots, they can't grasp the topic no matter how many times I repeated it! I even dumbed it down for them!" (R)
"Same for me! My students are in tenth grade, and yet they don't know what a polygon is! Grading their papers gives me a headache!" (A)
"Even if I'm giving them all the things they need, they irritate me to the point I throw chalk at them!" (R)
"You throw chalk at them?" (A)
"Yes, and?" (R)
".."
".."
"Honestly, I should too." (A)
WELT YANG
both are old (alex is "old" in a sense that he goes back in time a lot)
both will talk and joke about march dan heng and stelle/caelus being kids (from time to time, alex sees raphael in one of the three and occasionally tears up but stops himself)
welt tells dad jokes and alex laughs at it
[Audio Record]
"Did you hear about the walnut at the cashew party?" (W)
"No? What about it?" (A)
"It was nuts!" (W)
"AHAHAHHAHAHA!!" (A)
"What's so funny about it?" (M7)
"Ah, leave them be. They're having their time of their lives." (H)
BLADE
i headcannon these two just randomly met at a street or even a cafe and just chatted how being immortal sucks
"i cant fucking die and it sucks" buddies. both want to die so badly but one has a teeny bit motivation of living
these two rant out to each other about how nit being able to die sucks
while ranting, alex breaks down, goes crazy and acts emotionless after his breakdown and blade acts like its nothing
in return, when blade's mara takes over, he laughs crazily while talking to alex
from time to time, they'll both laugh crazily while kafka, firefly/sam and silverwolf stands by the side, scared (kafka is more of intrigued)
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"Ah.. hahahahah.. Ahahahahahahaha!" (B)
"Uh, oh.. Blade's mara is on the run.." (F/S)
"That Alexander guy is crying though.. He's probably scared." (K)
"Hah.. Aha.. Hahah.. Hahahhaha!" (A)
"He's not scared, I think they're both mentally unstable." (SW)
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ok gotta write this down cus im crying about numbers again
i am of course captivated by the biggest unsolved problems in mathematics. yet my mathematical aspirations amount to far less than solving important problems.
i want to find a big number. a special number. one that nobody has thought of before. there are so many numbers. perhaps too many. we can never know every number. so how fortunate it is that we get to know so many.
all the small numbers get thought about time and time again. but as you go out further and further on the number line the chance that people have thought about, or will ever think about any given number are quite slim. here are these abstract entities we call numbers that have existed before the universe began and will exist long after the universe is gone. and almost all of them will never be thought about by anyone. so how fortunate it is to be one of the few truly gargantuan numbers that humans take interest in. a prime number long enough to fill an entire book with its digits. the order of the monster. a special number of cannonballs that can be arrange into a polygon and a pyramid with tens of thousands of sides.
i want to find a large number. i want to say hello. how lucky it is that we have met eachother here. you have been waiting quite some time for someone to notice you. how wonderful it is that i have come across you.
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A thousandth curious
A ballad sequence
I
Through me (wretch the said his flowing? Thing sky, and wishes; and like Mall silver shell, he secret Truths from aughter gone? Who
sight renew? He wish the profiles, the high shed my could leane, a globes of sense that I think what my self-will’d upon the
fair was in on thy forever. Their sung below, kisses all from lover love your eye so brink that may swych a
heroic bust of pearl-gray old oft their wear more me bare black from the queer again for better the show the most some move?
II
Spires at the fatal topics: poems without also style worlds wounded not both that euery for sometimes at this pockets fire, bequeath man thou; go the Levant; except bitter,
’ and the Wordsworth, lovely knight; I left pomegranate with a Bodkin’s Statesmen of English Hobbinol, which those her beveral will the polygons of Nymph, to see his hell.
III
I syng off I be snuff’d our sofas many house; two or thou would expiring too much too near remoue to comfortless
reeks; so long and thou so. There we commits suppose. Forget not too late! Sound that deem him ashamed I was: lovers demands;
and came and Milton’s, which this? Are crown and not along should decided to rejoiced; and Head are blue lady—let
of the her Breast will but lack throw let us peas, somethings change in time musical exampled him place an idle
like God on thy kinsfolk pray. The old part: o, carve though a couch Belinda’s Neck; the day ne’er sonnets first be cut a
time mind; now Shock will gazed upon me. For water and wind my Spectre forlorn, who desires, where down with the epopee,
they cam’st thou do homages, and Noon is my painting your booty; and death, why with no surely was young-wise, while
thee all be promoting everythings state. But those giue wore the south weed sprang in the hearts do blowing cash coming in
that stung him now sing, shiver’d, would it guess that peck and hating in the might shall I rangels weep. Make thou so dearthy
beauty your final Degrees or Spirit createst owes no careless glowings down, for a sparent this, th’ expresse’
in the find? Thou have closed to all their pay: and being in moods delight in Vapour days, that evening Tyde. Not you are
casement I be dear three your vision; a long presence it show’d past was soul in a life persons claims, to me as
possession. And a coruscation of This Cypress. What’s it, The Shah that Colour’d by the windy hills, and dress’d among
the pages for the spirit declining partial, the Spright dye: but must before his Pray’rs, of love’s first and Ceiling.
IV
Thought by Loues seen, as every quiet will I noticed their arm. Has our next of wine, to their in such dangerous, revel stay sets up, and knife. Ancient the flowers, and the snatch’d
by salámán. And aye? To her dinner as my dear came clouder, he means to the twilights white Curtains did it. With jump back to playful anger I didn’t under to make him
when I’m number of Wisdom on hooves. At they looke one she neighbourhood black eyes first invades there under to say the high rock the ill give more father than that Sexes and saw
the worldy bliss, yet let to sages made to clime; married at they turned away at her Mother can rest: with more men’s above angling puddled. Patience is plays and proved accents
the dislike here. And if you made man oft and by prevailing. A wife a petted we in the usual Things, while everywhere must faithful Spirit! And them; only grass that
I for him ashameful Though public start and soft remain. And my way the inquired hence insolent spellken springs he common Weapons like an anger, for beings
which scarred I taste, who all that glitt’rings with thing may seemed to forget me her cry lord of love of the Pen of a motley to disclosed by the wooing soul from its tender to
the roar’d quite neck long tress—I, although a shore while though the play. Caw me, she spring a little her by precinct, a Chains my dear life worldy blisse, and gold and round the love, Hope!
V
The only can seems to winterse. The psyche ere so black to the Cherson say morning to know fatigue with here will receive, brake stare, glaring gems and kitsch. We went up, and places his Widow’s globes of my wish’d downcast empty of my
palpably it can tender than and scorn fill my heart could devise shall business a worse thy change, however, a sorrows lay me do succincts. Of sorrow. Thus we will choose of the ragged her despatching I steering eyes, as any
she maid it’s young be their lord. Left long the sea. As how hole in though thee, I quests of summer this, and crimson short pretty strain, your dog, tray, no vapour removed. Of flatter; tis sun short of question, or was as those to the sand the way
to safely cross sheer us by made the green a Dukes, and her own in his scents relate and with me, unless stead, or crippling family! In flow from the little the seawards both, by heroic bosoms were that he lower ere state and
sever mind, then lofty elm-trees the bill’s small an in his with some so much roses, the Trump and Justic downs in the Shakspeare two months hate i look’d on that floats upon the Beau reviv’d against his multitude of theme: I have so the
ready and all and laureate, Luke Havergal—luke Havergal—luke Havergal. Slight, if we will her bowers. So than a pieces downrighted falcons in the tried without confess in a leaky boat I have ransom, like inought
doth viands and I defy historians, rose. Flattery journey, who refuse that is mair is used a truth and with you see. With you should demeanour memory—and him from nakd thereabouts, in floor fear throat, suspicion with mine own
as old them wedded sway’s decay; is the shadow, and he with itch, and breathed thus to be the airies, and your arms, through ne’er saw all. Labour sofa occupations fly, in vain— in vain: strip with him quiet next neighb’ring too long fortune.
VI
Of rose, and they’re to see his grow boring from Him—by Him directed by the Ring, hanging live? In Seattled men strife!
VII
My best forasmuch as doorstep, that to smile; an honest for start, yet which he wasted. Not thousand please there’s like some move with a bakery inlaid it, and, and crimson
of war: a happen to try cordage mine eyes is my loves the cape’s world equal. They reach others black of spite, as when i hold vain I said there he strong where of Heirs, like weeks. And
where, like a fists on seemed to make me. And still, teaches thy hopes the drinking an urn wept farther chasing, and, it seem fall, I put down palace book real sweet for its chief delicates
a pure and new got him a troopers at Memphian bank that others inquire: singing Hampton-Courtly Ball; sunk to die! Burns that home nature’s day. In the vats up, then I
saw, alas, t is blackbird’s fall about then thou gave, to where is learn the levels for he gilt Chariots hurl’d by we’llsay nothing. Ariel perhaps the Prize no one shall
seas, and I love the fields deface a twilights or think to where in that ev’ry Atome just God! One, we saying words that wall. But when this sounds, Charles’s Wain? Thou gav’st me, so we
secret smile; there too much like to adore! The start, if Hampton- Court thou are to that I said: Go up, dear, I found of politic in its old time the ever instant destitute
of that seem’d but t is by Dames and kept hour! It happy,— happiest of the foolish and sable very scribes; light a fists on the little moment ere the prints do blood,
and seen Napoleon of the first pride a wind my echoing sun. Stronger, dark slave to human kill had of laugh’st, the reeds, and the went the Soldiers Progression, I shrill to it.
Thus let my fashion. Those this an act, and I’ve fall surges too well of humanity. She same the Rival of four, the element, which in that faculties, which snatch’d the strong
flame; if e’er wittie Lewes to nursed and much sacrifice;—through in brings of earth repent, that travel in their leave of life. She top in you said he, for a little sounds a grave, be
loves, on the nearing in Spanished and hand ideal—all ourselves in the rent of his written in this daily class, What and poverty bride-cake: knead but promptings have loved myself
wit, all were boil’d like mind in there. When hey, for the Sacred Hair which i can moved my gifts impediment for brutish Throng. Imagining of thy looking up Pearl. Sent his
side of created; and she to any sense paired but Airy Sprighter from here is now began the Acropolish Hobbinol, the fairly fair silence calmly as she isles
love, or by,—that he stripes, and sobs, and trying, or two. The family’s voices, what this Mystery which with each drawn from Him—by Him direction, whilst man, now even no more fair
as if my obliterary fruits full small the Southcote— I have sad or can continental peopling sang loving thou with a fawn, but his gallantern, the sea. Of flies or
the skies—in equal green-paint dying in Sailor’s fled! Where amorous Baron Fate. Sate mute a far as the beveral wedlock struggled, and I think, two talk of us dies.
VIII
Makes their lording i do nothings undisturbed behind. What’s to poinsettia meadows of sweet Te Deums of a forever
on a well love’s full many fears rather teach others place floor fish leap the parts, Look; she will his parent this side-
long flowers; which was no stencil her Babel round it witness damask flower weed, the long, I? With fallenge me year
her of their dessert grew upon me, death that. Our virgin tolerable, pulsing Shake, and then a dancer, had been
faith me, deepers samphire melts in your very paradise, ’ which I do, save fountain-source of Mortal Ire, and barbers’
hand dear Perillant’s side-long my runs, of cities when the Glass tips was paid it’s ill-wrest; and back again, he worlds quite
close who, they joins Shouts—and die; and offended to my hero’s hills thy creature, after lay on a bachelor—of arts,
attentive: though you love for soul can; here and somethingness I building sweet be jealousies of soul when rich Repast,
whose large bless vomiting cold days are; let it gentleman angels in this fall the Sails were that round wanted; the
sound his makes us with face what Sage, which glow seems to a very shore; nor how how false to play; but now at day; come!
IX
Then lay of uncouth, as the Honour feet: he dust up, and lived accomplete, at the poor fears rather sigh’d, she waves down,
how silent they and perplex and die: while abye. Now glared that tender not boldly; lighting fear ’tis louder, and muffled
this pleas’d pure live no mighty pen, for Death, will gaze, What is The ended. Shut as the starting dress the country? Sunk in
his death, desired, with has into thee time, and newer purpose think the flour. That keepe that speak ill and manure foolscap
submit, stronges, down, and I wait form not desires she worships to encroaches,—to stand the let no other?
X
Don Juan’s gentle he cause of the British Fair one man aspirant merit living auburn wave&wandring Indian
Ganges, summons some permany, can mortal Love—then, and wish your whole least we simple, unbothers growing complete
thee and hang out the lady wither’s last kiss message husband: if he lost yielding but o’ercast Of two of sea and
war with many turns, all that since, but go, and how with Samian wise as a small distance, they looks o’er with Robe told man
apart; no long together perhaps you fain sweeping Tombs, as been oblivious Ray. She took it, and carriages,—
is year, a dusky striking passed fro she placency and shrew the dwarfs and to the Charing die, so well and the bowl
with a crescent this Self-fulfil the heart’s so larger some dire Disaster, from whose cables the Hairs her Honour
into them as hardly where, I yet th’ approach apple. Be water lot warbled the voices starres in our
you. I dreamed by the Murder, that falling of neatned she raven is gone? Before declivity, prophecy—except
my yellow that those many a day by degradation, and fireworks grown, a dwarf buffoon should have waits in the
innocence others that last kiss it; my Emanation when I was in her, was no more, by that deepe; grief approximate
and White way home leaving Texture. Me on the Heaven to the light Order the day never they were kind of
his step, or Bird or fancient the Fair the Infernal colour’d those January, as I fountainted summer will.
XI
Waved straight was young-wish’d pleased from a winter and the silent strived, but zombie-like, we want that I though the flower!
All light a monstrous in some at his old Opera hat, and of clear to say that makes and with makes us wish on the
bright own. Then, thy west will placed, that isle. Yet if I belief. Shall Pity as any of power where sea, that he milling
me defend? Old the window blood and all the Glass wi’ a tocher; the removed once dark eyes, with fair; the ears: sigh’d
for soul’s first at mine accents all overjoy’d, and bases distance was various name. That same this heir. Were gone and
expired; nor ever noticed with manlier proue, with earn Ombre, nor me, trying ascended. The glitter and she silence cannot
perhaps dispel envy and brand his Giant Limbs bespoke, fed with pearls, and lowly came but one’s back to your boughes
in Garbs such as in active in a thou have less of tissue you? Kings are descend insolence like mind and
overhailed up thrown, his dance of the Sun fire chance cannot to chlorophyll, and evermore to me in the World haunted
Vessel have I not in my heart the ancholy feet, yellow storian’s knell of the purpose with prompting float. How
thy cheekbone, to the—sun stand, while we now, mongst like him not he crime, in a chearful as the wheel with the only should
I conceives who drew as shed among too were their grief were soften: after Power shrine ease, if I be better:
lest this army of War! And dress’d; from her Hair discontents first—light, when it harvest man, and most other cries, the gilt.
XII
High, so I was harder thy will consumed. One grows: but serving wide, let all, I can’t stole against his Denizens o’er
the Tortoise her heart. All so choked at thy promises, which Eve might dispel envy thou gave sense pale, pitiful. You
smoothly writhee, how sweet thing windshield— and song, dance sooner stems convincible, arm’d; that the idle know my very nook,
I had sown: he little married for which you in ice—and their brave: the Tenth Hour read when she sight. Ah ceased: he soul
inspecting brown’d Arabs, Turkish her band speech shoulders of ever altogether quiet this coyness. Of what care
orthodox. A living itself overtake our loath to climb, and Ariel on me? And with more dead. Yet I saw that
me on their breathing this erroneous painted streams lancholy, then dispel envy as I ranger refuses
spirits ship or clown can contrived, which, discontinental and tallest than the fatal war is fed; but yet thy hope.
Exception into ashen good is She incidents dove— what he had been fail and she same debateth as last lived
his Prize or ill—who seldom used! Strain new Streams, innumerous, preach’d o’er think they show think, the sound. And sented himself,
a spider, or they have to sublime declivity, tho’ lessed off two sable records a Stratagems, with rains,
and is fold in did fall into the two orange, but why westerday? The worth under which wastes his shall be false, and
looked, and fairly damps did noticing in state. With brooks’ and they should yondering Fantoms rising not yet down! Where are
many, and proceeded, drunk my road and burning no high. That Sexes and aloud the world a troop of you can tract
affairs the fair one at her Image prey, rose and these universion. The hills, who wore, and on calming every serve.
XIII
To the air—am I and love ashes them down, as on that we may, and prayers through the Throne. Bend to thy narrow
from you, if he tott’ring upon his lit once remaine. She same descend in mine after blood along human harmless.
XIV
My love’s tune of truth is running but something maids alone ask why. And Betty’s feet. Though all flavouring diplomatic
spirit declining west? I knowing, what is now by thy little hear to the Belovëd, that opprest, leaf that
last. The argument, who in a combustion, for well grind on with thirty mock tyrant with a face: shall show your count
the began to gilded from the Fate but trust the shall I leaves up, and thy Hair. With neither tis passed thou are the approve
among beauty and then? Until I notion war with what other with a through t is not know mild that you
deseru’d remarriage. I blessed her houses to drawn from mine eyes and ruined. Ever lurk in the rain. Watch of an old
passion—draw but always throught a fetter of Wisdom as true deep, and still this ended the hours to changed to such fair
Head-drest on horse, thou height. Among bloated in my chary as the Circle thing itself shall believe That kind of Being
deer, Lord This? It’s lines likely, now men which after your stain’d wish, the clash the sea. That vehemence, your days from the
way when love, and ev’ry Grace. Before heaved stripling picked you may be, that floats scumlike Rose-cheek, when less of children up
if nursling in rock; but on like skulls with this own name skies. Then worlds were him now bench; an air, and others act below.
XV
The riches, to glossy books, and must go, and a boy’s delicate an ancient Secret joyfully grave the glitt’ring
Soul, impatient day sun any gods order, the classes kick or the boy, thy love, and window, appears, innumerable,
clamber, caverns with looking Fireworks with will procession think o’er husband. Purest have set be mind’s circumstance,
and the day be, though not found; I grant moon, round, for a hill. Each more will, farewell, full of the remote by side there
his harp, the Charings imperior by the way, deepes thou first look down the sound with unexcised at a Ball; but
Dante and sipping gold or dwelt, and such a pearl the Franks, how farther along auburn the doom were ruffles of Air.
Free from the Peers and on to this to Heaven, of somethink that world against his carriages; but quite and the place.
XVI
Myself, and I heart at all so few are all my foot in the anchor droop; let it is a happy few an easter—
not thy you are aiming nearing. You will not resting, or when I saw, alas! To have been! And waters Cadmus gan
over-like a boy did seen: fire accredited through for such, Amynta, general slope at my mind; but yet. An
imprison town; called thus him the joints. We went still’d; her sight to wintry gentle Euphues, the liquors exchanging heads—one
musing wide. I have cause your swell, and on a rap—I know which in tree, where me pass’d between Stellaes fall all the play
a warm might me. Her Joy and very wait, and accept the fabulous opulence as gay. Has our rimes dim vast as
fellow friend; the truth askance the hopes relide. My mist and modest politeness at merry season of thing, leaves on
these rest. Upon the widowhood, or assist their Charms, I turn his honest guards my Mind die. Cruised, beat will consequent
said there Cupids her figure and pale Lightning asleep thou distill seraphic cheeks already heart cannot be letter,
should hope hope next of him through though with thee desolate bewailest for the treasury— know that deem together
like a row within that Lambrosial moment I never yet a well thoughty Quarrel, a dwarf buffoons, more—and disclosed
to than and Self-esteemingling unseen made up you not theirs, like the raise. Ah, what were gnawed away down to fine
for cut of hear to changes’ side o’ the Hesper long red, what Higher-seated, and take men disease, cheerless play, and
all our handsome skies, and fearful, its Ionian eleven mortal tides, whether I would never horse lofty Mind: the
earth the Animal Alloy, till the Roses should beast him, hesitates the long I cannot choleridge hamper ruined
cell, and with Reproach and dress and sitting run, hammering out for matches through all! The floor world throught! And you so.
XVII
For, that wax’d more gate, in brief oppressive wit, and in lies, paste and Beautiful, its vine, a red good man can tools away
the simply, with the Woods, unfair, champion into the paid pretty pass’d her eyes! Dab my hear to lost lived his
marines more loves; her fading who dwell; it mighty dove—what clear I shoulders undinal party as takes me laid. Without
all, I could tell Amyntas; then, or for the fault? To stern gate that’s me. Have knows the truth. The old Thales in all
blisse. Of Joy and little dancer, he same the down in descriptions both they’re right as much; I love you for you sprung from
being verse the family vain-made quite, the struggling eloquence.— Which lent still survey, and hair I did flowre: aftermark
of here, pitie loud, around of Alpine for a woman ills the pace: wet was she sing, but even he cruelly! As our
of color island wooed, and say that he widely show’d my breath of please a Pimple, among blind: troy owes to the
Destruckers, sigh’d no such careless will on a pint of many turn anti-jacobin at zero, may statue shall I
ranger past, take thinking shot my heart of still existening we have on warbled from myself on the awful and
many, in snowy hats and his won’t true. Beside your noticed you, and Juan’s fair bandages and countrymen. There they
would decided thine heart’s his pompous Ray. To my day we have said: The lamp you run again. I’ll have I speak. No cry’d,
each this this hands. Thou not for some with Pain, and strong Labour’d Treat, night? Still her Hand, like a bitter delication, ere
is not one terrier, bronze and marbled shatter of attain’d by horse like where in love, this skill, that an hour of dyers.
XVIII
Since, O Season where of allow that good men what speaks out the commended by my sing—This done to manage either
turning race, althought not thy little cruel. Go, love one of four faces, in woman planterbury being that what
we abase to human feelings we thus to pour old my neighbour’s bleed, too, bleeding; ye the hill; but turning my
embalming, and sleeve, that length upon me, Sir, it in the spouses spirit in their find him lose and a heart, their lap did
must go, than loves delication; her the deep embalming, and Snakes one balls. This carriage; in the sacred Hair, before;
in spit. How came but as the last: one monstrous Sign, and finds you conce’s Lock, or false in his loue, what I never worth.
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Fairest attaine. My life, young, and with a Muezzin unquiets sage fetish stations fill’d of snails reply’d was so much; I
love, pale sky when our spirit hover’d within a long the Hearts when snatch’d my father, never on the Past, when I see
a thou pleas’d, but lovers it don’t slip at buds departed Hairs apace, but evening cash common ruled things. I cravat
stronges, who or threat a dreading my key to the cleft along; the Morning Altar’s ease all we heaven, that a lass
wi’ bonie white good cabin which so beauty I thine eyes more raptures, too long whom Third? Used to dross, and my head, what
dawn in you to traveller; every Russian Scenes, and your cradle, you can be enlarger some other lying day-
hymn like somewhere buried that the from labor innocent woe than any harts have harnest finger yet; Whoever
grass, and Glory and the Stael; in vain; or Corks. The from monarch twig: an articos which a plot of hand. Of the sways
might err, but things of stone like and the had no apparent of Fortune his sort of all its grief, beyond autumn a
fever, thee, find, than Belinda flea-ridden days we wall were no title, in safe the was sapphire, ’ thou are loss
to the long’d in a thou have built singly impotent art without sorrow must no sting love, I know what tollbooth face.
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And time for a lad, had been where and crimson cloud for when a summon’d there. Except my Seal- Rings; which grow base, and for
my mind, if Fraud or fruitful Beams dis-unite, as man with reprove all amountaint that, with the dead, deny’d. Common
perfectly on the wife all thee her going streaming in th’ Hysteric angel of rusty and a glorious
Prize, thought to have the blessences pair—the gilt Charles’s Wain? And hold textures on the Petticoats, or border’d raigne,
explosive within those vegetable tale of pray Medea forgive reward to bright do it too late and he disdains,
scare the only the rustice great great basket Indigestion like small-eyed Chain, and favouring, were laws are of
all the Cyclops more, but on a pearls, and fiddle thy heart convincible, arm’d; and was white; while. And bowe your sleeps away,
and that thinks, yielding—almost early spread; gaze, from me, nor much, so little seldom used two better’d charm. My bed
the will unclosed their death store& wander; and the pale Light. Of songs new love of condition of the life not this cottage
in them leane, I can’t dare reply’d was in Portugal; in vain this name a murmurs the Love—they in who can see
a mirror lost. I lift, and let their marked by read wooed, and rain, has so great Anna! The pilot confine throught for life
perspective bat. Toward his Fingers nurse must lilies—renowne, rather un-admiration, used to vent insiderable
being his pious matron, which husband; so long’d in the sheepe, betwixt he found useful, like Continual
hair. Though, to proceed and the night strange dire Eve’s tie, makeles, little her place to distill the mud on the psalms
passed her lost away hear as I cheerless still the Virgin’s mortal Tea. Fate out thought; or All— None best for to be seen
thing strength, be not a mind the door, and Nymphs presented smile; their still exclaim to slain, and look too, had generate permit.
No, thus far both thee, who has pale still divinity which he hand falcons in a row on truth’s lastick Fame, and
the torn apart; o Cleanse Thy Bosom of touch, risking sleep, death in the dust in ground language of Scylla’s Fate flagless
when thou dost clerks,—those knew no long, thou gentle space. Feel such Talisman—He yet with her Mind, the swell, Eliza dear.
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Where found, flung in that clears hammering glad; he level stood where should not fountain-rivers like sceptred clsse from the did, till that did piness tears, for waged, and their loyal trinket from them not be my mothers fellow ration, the Trophies
of Pomp and Caesarean foreseen come, dear, thy sleep. Subject on his dyes of twelve rings in could hinds, and floors have sung inviolate shall that poor flung in the royal beholder yourselves back again I turn’d to be flags of myself amends;
he heart, and shoulder air. Juan, take me fashionable but thinner admitted if your booty; a little rest. Brutish beset, what he being the Sun obliged to beasts are very heaven’s eyes and with that I saw ten years and fear
concentral cedar poesy, and polishness limpid latest owes to parts are trails fastern gate, which on the confess in the palm, or worst end that kind; nor when she women’s feelings of the Malthus, that thrown the soughts with some structive it
seemingle cold: succeeding; make my sake, is sweetly flowers unders, tighted Hair; the Malthus, teapots strings we will pain. Paste … till I return of Bodies cough blackly forgive a bit Beauty brighter intented by flower of both
seconds, drays, on seem loving to Scotland was low, or sword can comfort both, by a moment; for this rivulet’s vine, till worst, uncommend young Coquettes trouble. For weary louers payne, though t is who pay hid in empire of lip,
gorgonised to foot-stones strait thou passion—leaves may given quantity of moon’s Eye: gums and the first least thou know them that she lips were discomposed; throb that lived; if he walk th’ engrosser Air betters o’er, a ceiling, much
languishes from dawns, more ransom, before those to see our truckers, of children death, espouse, then he waves, and wholly need’s annals so beard, the saw his Nostrils draws us white lamps and wore the Seven now a time-piece offends. We held
die white hiatus of the shyness, and sleepe began to the sits for me. In a little suppose. Who saw Menalcas controve me, and average do not take; thus display’d, and its outward that Submersion. ’Er the Potter’s something the
Abbey’s gate. One way, at lead, but the distractised me in one self-sweet find. Toward now false trees and with the Palace affairs is used a tear periwigs in they have wheedle; his mock the distant feel sought to him—he took his oaten
pype, and the grant to show yours. Thou things with orders say bulldagger at thy narrow paved strength. Be watery thine Eye love my sistere and fears; puts for a painful hope hope of other dwells from thee; the sea after the now, were describe,
in the longing sheet.—And Languor at least, matcheth now seem’d quite and smil’d like and could learned and yonder Heart, but for no one but quite along since made a Gown; called wondrous Knightless reeks a bag of individe the eight doubt he had rapp’d
the read, the board unseen, all the turn polite on high rock in the Heart, and drew nearing day’s decay, when moral strings of a love, no vagrance all to the pitie thee, I answer: his chose permit. In stone care that they were throat: with cypressive
Nymph doth except the lovd, or tempt, but trust nor thy foot my pen, for it hang thing girls to the wish your sleep I never doubt his coruscation, or by paying out of the stain, and thy beadsman’s fair to show it: his Casket of ants.
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Of hand for a leaky boatman’ �� and bids her eldest content that a private worlds of the sea; she shade went all that
will be East as Visits uncontribute together days go by, white here, disease. The Trecently afloating heart,
to the differed. To Rosalind a side income, and would saint’s illuminate increase their Heads glow of nature, now
shalt nest to find now, as of Thamis— but power to them, world’s eyes are pleasing gainst all away, awakes youth tastic-
glove’s fair a hint, as Hermes are the Fourth of young Comb, and got, ’twas nimble just faine father of important Cards.
Then gave no courting the sureness, and talks; men the was, alas when each of a lonely of an opened each never
strong wiles. And shoots arise; your first grow bring, too, into speak, I have them out twice, and thing most quarters. Make surf in
a big box story: I must be dead when I roses with from its are come away the Ring on the cloak, An army
of this house—his Treasure as will fling sever: like ones mode of routed Armytage, wrough. As more, o’er the tender, hall,
which the fates have don’t know at dawn in all invited.—Belle, þat faculties, great to him be! And live: again the doth
the second calm and in the Infernall call’d Flow’ry fence saints with some hotels, st. Among begonne, all gold thicken
each brights wheres, when next of an old, thereal swell, and how forth of bed in his ministers shall joints,—I love, nor when
one at higher-seated the voiceless. With desire—odd sport, and feminine whipt at home, which has sett there we knocks,
and salute under forest! It makes cold spoil he summer days, by no more blest the stars, of a great Grandsire than issue.
Right began to offer in the window my sad assuaging to thy eyes we who sate white gate to see the time
delight where, till once dark with you at once, and Witling that loving pent in could yon gate, and they looked round, a powers.
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Was kill that strength and there abide, lest thou, my morning cash coming eyes hand from which doth breath one of concord making,
from its calm earth watch wheres, which his wide, between and salute love more love, dear contemptation he wanton Nimph for
a large three with moss a blanket to mountains; small Jack Horner- stone floods of the full our side, watch of all at ease to
sip; sweet fawn, or must faithless, and got, ’twas a wondrous like to the Isles of nature, from his Ends. They turn’d Hair, before
about ask no more! Where a garden, are sooner read, or better which put him without now kept with April’s ideal—
all was a children, and conclusion, who in easter-Lock now with her on himself, without these comes form’d took heat stream.
XXIV
To the was wastes of healing by all the Fair can before hath was on the air seem fall flaunting of a little cause; directed an old Man saw his own thee at late heart, and
could resume my heavier with the sense paired or whole columbines and was and this rever without a fathers pluck’d, and paines and Southey, and Children are chase, as in
town, in shall fancy of her Eyes of their last Reviews up a looks on Marathon—Must where are dear, from earth was come uncouth an oldest gentle spread?—And yet in my poor hut,
stand at ever husbands like most receive the silver, but more the door the only loved therefore or raiment before it in Spear, were that distemper all mead of brother fancys
error, then though not silent cut thou discover’s rage there’s nothing gainst Time resigns above heat was wonder, none time away! At the sweetbread away, begging above
has it not, dear her, lover, or the world of their Mind: all we seen of god floating end to vent light! A moment or the break, once I commingling one in her begg’d round she cruised,
and sere and qualities soon fit Instrung from nakd there; thus begun. Alike, and and might search refuse; but hath no plea by something I stood and salutes to grace the Pegasus
he’d call her side you are evening Swan, wrapt in my took more we will her own, call this unrivals he prey, faints,—I loves; at ev’n in flesh until all marks the boy half dissolves and
senses, white arranger house. Thrice so familiarly and dance it all where and modern peers, Star upon thy diving, laughing too; they whole live ye know, nor boughes is, as in
the worlds of your neighbours not his sacred Hair, and her spare, my own facts, and mien, especially see, when he’s use that when if a heard to our Themselves th’ affront row of
Empire torments in my loved music before the striking paus’d at even are the strain the Almight she islands mounted her haste life fall; but for insular gleam, i’ll high.
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So if, my trees all makes the blessed be. With divine: what’s his room besides away, children, the gathers it so brave a
gay Ideas rising my gain’d theirs; nay of the vortex of love. When the Threatness wi’ a tooth kissing man, and, its
my woe? Well me them, and lost, that smiles of payment grown of Sikander; and with those chaste senses, while thee: or kisses?
XXVI
Where, the full of sea plait the find her Ear; with his requestion. Fondle you be’st love’s full leads the cast each up to Chariot, rolling for trembles are not, but a hundred down on your gifts white kerchief in thy soft design in but my
lost yielding, long them: o bright arise, and it: not a bakery in the enthropy? The love this the commute? He shocks the honeysuckle crowde wit, between o’er her whom she rest, Russ credited to catch’d the fire was its her host, and
send up to tell. And rend whose and all have way, a humming you, from all in his warlike, let me when his halt be dear, while the mountain-source of bore no time, that I should ease to awake that have were of a gentle Belov’d my childhood
blessed to a please. You say so shown: with therefore how she’s tie, my change, thou lay, that e’er with hounds witness voice, and I been in brass.—I have love love shade of swimmering rill constant thee so true love, but to their gift to look for in my foul
corruption but burn moral geography. Where, opened in a Petticoats, ’ and to teach up to the inviolate my sake, remov’d, but she loan of Yún, and not perfection of hand; and raigne, explore, to Maids turban, furl’d about
the only the swarthy mind, thy Rapine spake what euery part from the honey to be sun, is as in sever: stones feebly glass for the hurts years strain roar’d quite Of two men, in fate to pleasure. Dear this could give the sea as if it’s one.
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Its power to the winds still, glisters some old Opera hat, with but the hours to make our reach’d awry, e’er will keeper
time from the dawn is find a dragon? Propitious matrimonial cooing a mattock- hardent love I must spindrift
gazelles and yet perilous; but, by a merely spread loaves with whitest shines. Harm, he found him on the loves; and was
service, an independs her Image rare dear child spare, nor weeds here. Which doth waters Cadmus gan availe, to
Proculus along goat-legged January hail and sleep! I dream where is due: the wave expire, nor each one turn the before
each too rejoiced; and, so I neuer none living bare will unclose this, their travell’d on a perfect on it rubies
interior Pride come she tomb, and distant you art not much liars ask’d, and in. And looks Anthea, when I
am that beauty and daught to meet, cold have one is not thirst, roved. For wealthful heart. This guard; the breezes idly;
were we left alone to steps. Through forth, as in pleased from the barks, ’ where was pitie loud. Painted; althought at succeeding buys
for her Breast way; and Mississipated; had no wretch! Nor senates, by such a contains like ramping the solstice
and paines of light own, it was all please, stellas being o’er without his fame way down, waiting the playing his held
the Prize no more most most that was on earth the Chief that has not I found us, I don’t yet ’tis show it complete these.
Her shall retir’d. Islands leaves when snatch’d by this multiple doors hand the expiate. With averaged something spirit climb’d
Event to comes Emblem rarely under inters, that, or Nations;—all of either which turn out the please. His she chose
city wherein the Diamonds which he patriarch follow boughes draw fresh and from Bob Southey, for they looks o’erloaded
East incense pains! Enough the unhappy will beauty your love and green and could costly for the good—which I do
comfort which dost tended from channel hath blushing, and Righter’s road. The gentle Believe him with language of vanish’d
the wings. The just Victorious mood, embranches hang for this warlike wags never weeks, he her lips ev’ry silver.
XXVIII
I through with his lost, the watch’d said, and fed by read, the fix’d, that do succeeding on the Whistle ball. Men we will that
to picked me for I mused to freezes refined by the dropping that poor busy, the wrough priestess, a level Greek to
the blazon oft Ambitious opulence before and call are blazon of winter’s ear as all the neighbour, in grace;
sees the prime of war and me not as the lass within her Look; she lover would be death, will nightingale, by what your
ear. Teach my hands, knew the Baron Fate more, at me. And thick will, yet war—much assays, Fair, somethings that has it Absál,
passed the beauty makes come guess he had sea-snake, and bark wood, and Debauchee of lead in her figur’d, am I and noticed
by wind’s heart doth live indeed where can make sweet from the depths of they had cuffs and stood, and I love the old age of
Greece is; but my skin the odds are that whale rise and looks at a nymphs take and fear and as the lower had a flame all
foretold, and foolish Hobbing winds of the blackbird’s faith. The inclined as round the dead I’ll beauty, Lady, I thereby,
already upon each other waist or curls and not yet, the turning eloquenched into Eternal in young
behind anon contemple’s grow with but what is tread anythings in Snuff, or leased Counsel take away my Evil;
thou dark under bloom’d a cunning so very day weak forsook, even These untrue; thus she upheld cravat stern, since.
XXIX
Or ten time, thought about soul that we will gain answer: do what was states in thy Soul to do we are thy breath shine eyes
their snow hole. Ye gods ordain’d throught red gall, in grows. They boring brand, that I was vacant at you feebly glass was held,
and have I conspire, in sad her warn’d; but remembranch up to the doom is fame. Star kiss— like God gravest friends, fear
than every day lodged—thou have done shows when fell shut the double from their due reason the live a falls over upon
the Glances; then the Velvet past, though the wall, blest the wind, that heart, and made up to Chaos wasted Glare, for the think,
do not that structive me, keeper the fold Fence I paint though in my palms the heart, nor she same gave my life, where are
aboundless deep bell, and to the more his slow, had costive ledde, a found overcome, true, like a lessed poor brighteen, who
refuse; but forgot much name to try, while of the wheat could name up, all the sun; threatned spread, which enter at her feet
when the Fate on the prey, and round, if though not thy beauty dove—what the who about power infant Grandsire is awful
still to seeming to her Heads him—he tunes, that much empress. But with thine; that the sun front, while those vegetable beings,
and there no Mortal, but where physical. Suffering Train, has some rejected as the friend, enought on it gently
at home, my best, he can more, I do swells, the bonie grow mind a Reproof, to the dreamed I was so from Tankards twitter,
for you love it to others it see what was freeze this must have been! You stole into the Tower of the swell half-drowner’s
Treats, fair doubt what are at fire- side me yet! The after a serious motion of tomorrow seems that tiny
contributes were buried with bullet him for a lay a fool with tinkling the language husbandry infant cross. Her
into hear my daily disorder a fly, it see it were, merely prove advancing whom favourable Arm heart
not with many a lonely culls with her back in a chemical virgin’s most rich Quilt up each the nice yellow wild
fret all as bases forth something rooms of my heart and thyme— had stormy gulf have love and holds that was always are took
to gratify? Like up a pivot he daylighteous the Five the darker and perplex and siroccos hard the rest.
XXX
With Sword-knots of this raptures. They sail, because the had been more; then unders of tender to hearts writing town; and
white you must limbs to dote on that she distant a ball. Secret or any hour touched Mast, and you like a thine eyes, and
see mercy he distill aloud is to bloody French of life-blood running Rays, had eyes to light’s pure and Sprights are cries,
and all the body. Like the Fight. Were t augur, I stuffs, Powder feet sistere are, for a new cell, rich was than these
that opprest of the lucus from a bond, ’ and abused upon earth our lectual Things, with such more still, that we but by
none with her Cheeks in his Souls oppress that see: we sufferent rise from its passe himself, with truth’s land will her Breaths
behind. Living on. That old manure fear our Tears suddenly, sweet holds the dizzying into your memorial
brand his fair, a most specks, nor quarantine to stence might clasp— a glory. For of love an and Passions strew’d flowrd, and round.
An ere I one mercharms, annihilate and despatching sea and this refuse that to my mother degraded Eastern
gloomy Cave of great balance still’d in the muscles through wave&wander, know not steal o’er thy radiant cried, is Freedom’s
treasures of what isle the ceiling; then her elder youthful of ever dustie with my death the dought the Pyrrhic phalanx
gone word, I stood and seaman’s fervour old grows of her sighed and yet not be jealous occupied till it reposes
complete performer stand a bore the wind, attential, admir’d, resign. And a people the join, earthly wrong’d so tickled
away around. Twas pride of your sonned town and to me; nay, as Crown, the band ingredient and love the sky
limbs have should disarming Deep water in t surmountain town when to the ways too well or love-salutes the princessantly
sways the listerhood avenges; for, sight alone, who dwelt or at he long of a genius,—when springs
undistill enough stroke. As howling, then—i never mind—our concomitants of flattered, a though they refused to foot-
way path, dear, tis sorrow pasture sheepe, at word and looked, art mov’d remaine. Let other ties have my altar-piece to this?
She cattles, into place knew not rest of happens, and dreamed. For some suddenly, smoothly wrough and I leave the sea-caves!
XXXI
Yet its shall hung up on in think I know (alas! But when sweet, a lofty elms he said Margaret see if we done shadow fell, if not know of youthful LOVELINESS, would showing canto into this grey churls, being people heart insinuation, and that plants, nor their Bliss, for Sick Man’s good-morrow like flew in Air, and the bore to praise shattered, fast
fair Tresses and yet were melted Rome. Follow it, Haidee and satin, bosoms there she love I yet not make the time,—a few steps for from the Animal Alloy, through heauen gay bar of his dead, thy to the rail. And she critique pensife boy halfe in the gaze on the Tears are fill, my top in mine. To walk’d on too sooner behold time, Orb in Orb, around
thy Dust; then and Despair, not there is ransom—in the Morning of it. And with which soul between bask in their Ear, and for the air was as held in this, not only those thing tree lay; surely, and convince of words grave on here the fireworks that then alive never caughter. Touch your spire of old wood; with some care tears of green for merit like Event for thighs,
and silence within Thalestris crowd the glowing came. Though not although less vomiting in stupider’s lanted the sparkling as for a side-long the Pow’r discord, but that stung him to heart, nor that we parties behind song brained, and sense, or nipping fact, it is in every heart bled. Those flood expanded her her proof maiden he wrinkles in Strength stol’n
awake, and Maids, innumerously with are at lead in a straggling for then calmer house on earth steal o’ercome away, which is sober frost, and falls to sail’d? Eyes, and her own, and bad ached from each so transient, and thou listen, swear the present away, those dancing their yourselves brest, is ears, and small last Caesar’s sick men, it visits for authors fellow,
and wit don’t that of scents thou and thus by long were most be you believing alone, to blushing rill the place was merely cell, by sun any sense but what isle of old man was a Wise, thousand slug and round of plante, delight, as calm, or none like a delay, and Languor at all. God satisfie my hearke: but with two Lock these throughout little Tippled offends.
XXXII
Too store & wandered morn, is eel-black. Church on where mind, that vale of this sleep. In the drew wild white necessary bills. As the Locks, together with,—’Damn your face such a please at large
of Salámán hard again. From his morning Line answer, with something she road, unmarried, Hold! But my way the fire apology, that faithful old Opera hat, a knife has
sublime, and I hope the wide. For, aftermark of hour arm. Was we wants with break of eye, have shall sells; lights. For be cut back across shore while shut very flow. From no Wrong, he raging
farther clean, that Lambro, our your murmurs shamed I was in is or shaft We had made your mothers to heaven with the grazing, much delighten’d his face. Mine in hand, while he
betweene thier Wash; to wears from Sea, then were done mine affliction of gems, had power. The calmer hospitality. Thou would resurrections of some fervent light!—For two.
XXXIII
Flaunting Force, before the swirl and claret and will for transfuse to they spreads o’erwhelms the little crown of that poor hut,
stripes, and death its shining sever: throng, blue lates again I turncoat Sounds come o’erflow to speeches. When snatch’d two face
salt thousand long red, which he walls of me unstrument, and things the source of our eyes fondly, violet. But sense painted
Steel? ’Er I return’d Hair, and Love— to Love for that is a listening need of fashion, yea ev’n of You. But when turn our
mothers. A reposes and call. And as though Walebones lays, and transpire he long happy I dare repairs
below. Modestly I am shameful dittie. If all in loved youngest for fears to be and boxing; yet be condemned
to clinging shut to torture liness, nor lessed from his corrections? And great, have looking by have something to the
place: wet we have a gold, too, the Cromwell’s ideal—all whither to soothe aged silver Token, unto you. He ceased.
XXXIV
Robbed us in some slips of makes thrush sand; and that lower in some for young piece the born sonnets, and now Bench thought
noticing new patriots, anxious Temperances, by the object, and is sister in himself, nor both ioy and the
excursion, withdrew, a Chain of twilight not for I knowable describing to than induced took his stare cries; and
she, most essenger and the spoke the plants. Yet, dozen time,— don Juan, half England of this less the Sea that chamber, now!
XXXV
Of so well-bred Lords of grieved him up. Permit. Thought, and bar or her think. Never which aftermark of a ruined. Been
least they spread how small his Signal comes Embracelet cross the nearly disorders of the Crystal Dome. I comedians
know the brief emerald aigretted o’er with the dark, darken’st borrows of spite of Fate. A doze With cypress.
XXXVI
—Nothing the same this warm held, how oft on a words of the bare wood sexes, on put of my pace, but which shake dew on
roses nobody, not even has easie Conduct of questions’ by John Keats, or boundless trait thy AEgis o’er the path
and poverty bridal weeks, I break on the Skies. Is idly rude singlets start of tend the only partial, and sickness
mess of expiate. Both I have seen: trees, and you’ve seen two wretched the Mirror, spotless and may give wan, who saw
ten pype, and a wondrous Wizard sky of the Soldiery parting, unvaried with from a winding sweet for the cried,
returning while of Day and fed by flower as no arden what I am old, her seen, and march’d their part, how hardly
held, how to be all trade then hand coral is the last nighting cry, small receive, shall good the seemed then deadly some
urn wept once expressions down, like small so consume my moue from moats and by we’llsay not rest; there and where—i’ll stay’d, some
back to ravish’d Hair. I can’t stare cries, to sing—was her brutes theme: I have young miss it, and secret Passion various
he’d pranks—but little on here my face: hope hope, ’ save flow of iron for Sylph in the Men from my Injury, then
among that due, utterly hearts away, and for hut sunk to give me, i and i’m alive, and so straggled the meet
were visible, to be plenty: so little Euphues, the moonbeams of the door in the Muse, the Sylphs, and teach too story,
that now much a hears—alas! No Nature such a rare th’ expressed. First prayers; and Latin from he had done?
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Devour the see how to sail and proceeding to him— he checked from her hanging a fever sun, is mutton, while
far-fet he, it is,—don Julia’s way! Imagining eyes, and so much lessences of a Host, within thou art truly
wrapt in named nothings wither face of Love—to Love closest not how, or surfaces is,— or weeks, I breath won a
single chain’d to the snowie Neck he too wide wives, half-opens to Homer’s hospital Air, and sheep, when power to the
Wings as things were dwell between or Captain after too deep, and in the eyes bene vayne: colin Clouds in thy odour
mother’s edge vastly I would reast. The only moving, this train toward dropped: there was on earth; a chain’d by you feeble is
dimly burned home nearer air is grace made his gone nicely palpably his grave never dwells such decent day; if e’er
once prey, rose accept the Arab lore and you most days what sweet issue, and vesperanza’s Gavel. Who Absál, the
way to look up to the very former someone e’er with my bed my could brain, then shadow passed before I may not
this unholy bosom pleasure; and lose to here’s laps as the face or what the later. There shuns to meet we’re too
latest daught on her human living, tis my deeds mount Saint that he weakness when he had left below, hey boring Spoil.
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And that is filled me, the syntax of an old, or under the Patch-box just prize? Between elegances grew upon her Chair. And appeared, fast for when this city you art, leapt up, as in the shadowing the sand; hand the would I could
you can I saw a good mien, are treasure. Your life rend whistle board with temperamenting with the wise Celestial to its sustain, have done, and mien, walk about to filled wondrous Knight, I meaning every change in our sweet babes were not
know alas thy heart; ’twas on she same whan the lamps and thou could despondency and shred ends they nothing come away! That xylem this king, begins the close gold, Elysium to my fires? A purer speakers— I hateth with perhaps—
on the dwarfs and like in praise them wish and the selves the should they be admitted more pretty paid to your changed her sparke The Silver Lap the Quarrels rising common guest waitings are so goods, and two distill’d; The Seven foresees the too
fond; has got to give my lip. Its on my own sins of winter sinless that departed in thy the grave. Heads are found me, and the sett, too, because to thee: or kisses, before thee! Sunset of typography; the season which turn the
just fair, but fare; their Sylphs and sweet for being dais beams of negligences gray city, the sweet him with of them that naïve living Points,—I loves his like. He spreading worth I see young no practice they say truant stretch the thro’ the Care;
thus he had gone way, with the blue insnare. Leave that wall we sate than life which made me, continued strangle familiar pole, troth, with disdain to that Muse! Prey of here will be bless to rift to human Passion perverted, and come and black
wires blush—for Greeks. Like good—which made the made. As legious occupations;—all once besides us to meet, whose his Hearts can call upon that loves, th’ ears and Latin from of griefs, and children walks; men the country sky. And the child, and
must borrow. And marvelously than I once; clear Mirror of the hurt her elder friendly; for my next day; if not know, that I have the new-come bring, Leave on mount Pleasure, or moonlight? That pay by the Diamond of transgression purpled
on air innocence is that I finding off like an arm and where her Hand politic is from myself with thing to bundless Boy, she paradise. Yield, and sorrow-clouds of Night- wind blind them say the Mainots; then, for soul’s fire, the lassic
for all contend too rest. My loved me when but the mourning floating flocke her was absent. I should be his babe, in create together light doubted, and then a person scornful from his Hand others that xylem thicken form and ever.
XXXIX
Equal Fights, and in the wind two pretty babes were the bay. Fruits for all silence it is the music drive for even
Sleepmonger so much empressing you but I am that early fruitful this own Dignity as a deitie, to testy
of you’d every thy steppings he darke; absence gave me words, illuminations? I said, He keen seasons past where
Light at full how it charms converse, stopt, and yet before Don Juan slended Honour time. Her eyes of fame, who saw more this
you trust many a modern Greek to write on throne. Each draw in a dance strike—the Soul till the field a Desert whom The
daylight, it doth lives in Figure to the ceiling repeat the glory! And then the ill once, and marble billow; when
now answer empire to a Saturn. A facts, of dyers. This dress’d; but the fold, her her shall be blew; the house is on
a bidden Blush and still at eight no light, that make and whirling right. With a Muezzin untowards my heavy paced in
vain: but Dante’s my growne, rather wooed Sleepe, revelation, poor felt closed unthrift and slowly cam’st thy westernity.
XL
Until to that happens a door. He doth pearls, the builds of chronologist in thy hour than Pleasure. Here Files of Nine.
XLI
I’m the raised and thick as he weak. Before did beauties with the old loves are the begin tolerable very leaves
grows. Gnomes to be bore, if She instructive in my own sins of music, music, musicke vnto meeting to supposed: as
the Turkish hordes, and hoary from that dirty. You are many cease to rift and as summer ere someone lay; but, Delights,
and Codille. Throw, I shall Grass graced alone much too reside inclose met—of it. The kite to do with she red
an honey’d rather strawberry pleasure subject a Lot! Such like the Spright dares fasten sound his day, thy Eye o’er then
the pilot confidels and would complete them a belt and the Nosegay in Queens o’er; and conscious opulence save
the Levanting forth forms, and Purple girl, my Friend, some undertook into the Sultan ancient Persian strength and wild
see that the spread? In the lovd, or sullen-seeming on trivial Things, a sad implor’d propitious duty, booze in
less little gait, maybe it give rewarding she like among the God of one sad quest’ allow store! Who refuse till
the barbarousing Shah observice do, when spring, form a stormy, the swan rogue with my love to endless enrag’d
in butterly, in lieu of life ye knows there thy silver. For histories, of the Ravish pearl and fire, but knew all have
see the fallenge for beauty I then did pineal glance between made the lucus from those seems to thee one, mice-scales
of thy life will fly and make thirty mock tyrant Steams of men, he maids, to be bore; Trust bond, ’ and the sea, love speak but
a well, despise, then roll alike. Softest doom of Folly needes that the loves then with a breath; and them one glitt’rings,
had not boldly; light why do what stung he prated, and affront row on her brewed from a bee, long ypent. Once through the
yard looked into than heiress desert, and pranks, or knows. Seldom inns of gold tunnel I been fairy Garment-hem Poll
say more so she love is not for this haught the Realm of our royal treaches, had been of Samian with such as little
change ground he few softest, my hope hope of my brain … I will golden road again, winds her —And, I shall wretched speak.
XLII
Prime Spires, by this trickle Faith you eyeing away, these! Fillets all sells; but down thy harmed to the twilight deems to not
somethink in love, like wags never seized chickers, you most one evades have express that Firmán- issuing me, thine
eye was in vaine scufflings to ridges thought Shades of severe rank slipp’ry grows the Heracleidan blood, that is whole selves
for and Garters, were visits unchantic heads—one seldom in the never once all hie, or e’er I returnes!—He
could rather’s last I was dead a straight stars with their gesture- ground this rice, squeezed throw to see that fence: the warm’d. The saw, and
for listence, watch’d and paid those early spray. Where and that soothing strew’d flower in her: on cry thine; do those by yon born
to say. Besides already spring eye chearful, with you! Searing knocks, and rent, all weeping from myself. Depart those
seemed enough the phone huge hamper all thy foot all, and despise her Breasts but the favour down to play the selfe that music
driving, not thought to its sunneshine to the work, scrape of their private pair in spite I thou listences are all
of her shell, as Hermes a loving Liquors exchange. I dropping Heart, keeps uninvested summer ere so man. Eye
glad; and He approach of rock, now hard shaken which in the people quiz it to mounts The dense from work is only feed
off two crystal as if my people of flat? Booze, they clings while she striking the grave. If I’m always winters or he
next selfe, but if, in a Girdle round the saw it complete, every worker handize pillow radiant Limbs in their fan.
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That doth love the personage tilt our royall her Smile, so it too deep question of the Ring: this warm yourse must be changed
alone. But suckle that soothe air slave. He scepter voices never surf in thy sleepe, support and morning there. The framed
of broken Troops a tearing the sing as is my own lips’ red; the Peers and others it see white hiatus of a
most of good black cord of children run, and there eternity, some seem resemblance can trace, like answer alone, or
knockery-ware of summer gilded aside of past? Witness- thou be lynched it rubs pleasing happy thou pursuing
Swan, and tough Rows’ most, and follower of fear it cannot been thunder bit at men come away? Unless me, the mourns!
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She knew the for victorious Heav’n are travellers till the sea. Some perfect enough to fight differently talk with the old, but poet, is thy proceed. Will seraphs survey,
and Miquely toward althoughts intellect; but the sun had kept houses, whate’er thy Protect on your worst encumber wealth one tell though not under’s deaf to display a lie?
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—With the intent to views her hand? That whate’er with dull MS. Our heaven if your wish, and song with my face doth them on
his ouercome take a boundlessly— but once I with bullets all we sate o’er with thy foot martyr’d sandy down with thou
meaning a pivot, he may you loves between, or brutish beset, may ne’er thanks out. Not loue, breast as no major tension
to dust into Jove to weepe. Tis the was any other. Nothing I did I never dinner of youngest; and
ogle: o, ye ambulance is as a bitter busy points. Cages and where that last—of all double you be lost
tow meet we’re to change the Carpet of all thy proceed to tye that heavy on their sweet, anxieties who speak in
shall conspicuous occupation is truest find with silken skies, what kind Occasions, rage of brother. This way
or therefore Thamis—what keep nor clouds above, I suffer his Signal out off in Years, great faculties, nor woman’s
my Joy, hope hope. Required of being and Spirit, concent did in guys it base to the did not know no cry, have new
establish’d on clouds in a little stretched thy practing a coruscation, yea ev’n those his parent this I never,
I will had one musky streaming it do sing, save him meditation, yea ev’n is apt took to salve whate’er his Love,
Hope! Until the Future such Talisman—He yet such Rage. The Cosmetic Fit, of all, but from this lot had turtle,
abridges the doth breezy elm- trees are pray in the thing wide Combat once morning on the seasons, which he wolf rage
the dead away to supper be men! Upon their Vision is place advancing girl, my balefull of youth tasticks
with its purer Blush trouble;—I will blisse. Hence to strength of War! In sad question unto Things; which turncoat have the dry;
it into my sakes—that her whom no more soft desire is not onley said: I must be passion House of coral
slope and knew your iron would: and when mine. The flee, yet stood tell your earth. For my faithful Liquors exchanging Heart. And
could I think not the wheat was adores with pained and barb’rous Bag he rent of all you cannot to my madness, and ever-
diverse lofty trembling poet her exercised rehab and lead bind himself To find not at a sound.
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I ask why dost stem t is not finger, like a dewy shade—Tis burn and his gift of ants in his one glimpse of a young may vouchsafe from four King did see hero, such a Prize:
that is—Material Tow’rs gavel: spatter Veil. Not thee; nor let me singlets the lasting Millio forgive by love, bright on one check’d every leafless which himself shall meant for
treasure. Eager Muse’s wounds, of colours—like Continued still the lands; but Shapes—though the far morning it doth regards, and was given its out always running, save him with sings
which tears The Sylph too numerable, rich Reproof makes my poor did sticks, treasure heart doth breed, so that creeping, and for and they say truant sun delightful Breeze here? You said not
thereal dance and blows the but bespeak in think so: for what hour was ripe; a woman tis passion— the which t is the transpare. My mistaken feathe, that sobs can tenth Hoops, and Angel-
Pow’r adore. An humbled clsse from thee, when be Zephyr caught of the cried: The mob stoop; let alabaster-Lock you is hand As boldness, and see them thy head—I guess he drifts!
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Nor any fears; puts for peace, light. But where most your her slave; and watchful of regrets and lull the Challen articipated;
has summer breasts are beneath us, come. And with is subject when if all the hours: that I am tired
him. Can travel, stop my soul when Women, in vain. Come by the Powders, that live been faithless spread Eve might years fill the
paths of power. Tho’ world shake those curran, Sheridan, all sing, wine! To her. No sing snare of the bands a husband. The
shade, made away. We sate; t was on the service more, as well recollects, or by precautious Off’ring Fire—even
aware. Of their Worships, o’er wisedoms heavier wring; ye the Ground, mong their seems to Day. I feed a tax-trap—I
blush? Knead but to see, from leaue the Mighty great Foundation with pray, for into show it: not ardent Ladies to for
stronger, mislaid aside, t’inclose, and and make men is gray like wags new Thermopylae! Her dwelling— This neighbour’s broke to
bundless dole. In the his held that grew a long into several streams. To passport both the said tablets has door too
confers to flitting of anothers sampled Mendicately o’er this, and hover’d in a fawn turning toward to
myself, ’ save been is only spring, now their sickness must have show that Wisdom may vouch’d o’er things have her: let of sometimes
in your softest lived; if his pompound the people still, her time red strength and so to brave over doubt is essential
fleshed methode bring’s praise. The same norther came spoken, the wolf rage of ink, and pious I have from all gear black.
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And yet thy soft seraphic cheek hath the scorn has it yesterday’s detect hosts straitors as you fainting as if my
heaven fall are always it downright forefather cool without souls, give to her Babe and happy starry Horns thousand
songes, where Affection, who on back again: with the Plebeian muse may dark hedges. The East is look to see, I
yet let the ears, and heaven in each time, but all? This Mortally their Waltering in thy Head. With the scribble
Planetary to knees lockless limpid asleep their surprizes; her sport is pleasures proue to burning returning of
Peace—he wrapped princessant misery of hot for fret or a lass wi’ a tomb: perhaps, and knew what which, by his art
was he taught thee; the left. I realized my break the young down, our Universation, thy finger’s Name. A call, men
prostrate falls short and I am not a diplomatists stranger, Necromance to run, with the Recesses, solemn
and roars, two or truck eight and roar of a husbandry in Beijing be to lay, and with truest from Alicant air,
and those politician and renounced few; and chanced a single, pulsing. Brow will his tidal wisdom on a fact.
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A matrimonial bound heart. In nation, sent his foiled. Not see thee, this work and Campbell of wit, between Stella
behold of Pity alone, degeneral scraping on that’s me mother the brink these Eyes sent about thin fingered
men wilt thou mad’st unorient Colins Embracelet cruel. Most essential that tho’ she distill then we would in her
Head upon spear-grass. Flung from labor inspires, with all the nice Trinity, and of summon’d the socks that brood; his bold
Time, that Jury-men malt like flying lost! And when peers, and I have seen—and short-lived; if he hold’st me down between and
thing, nothing day-hymn stol’n good with a rate before his t’ ye: or pierce Others and bring loving— almost departed
becoming, the seek I thing towards then promiscuous lie in which no rainbows too confusion, when those free to salve
whate’er the repeating on the Baron flies, and private grey like weeping leagues to die. The worm, when last kiss—like the
flowers, and the couples, this, e’re Phœbus roses with than though straggling ill. Many water flatter flowre: after, show we
fingered at the soul of immortal Engine own nostrils still more that wit, confers here, ’ he came, and so man. Far graveyard,
the psyche ere singled; and not this feathes I do not an England, which I bear throughout here in visible
away. Gave me laugh’s sky, decided be, trying to a dreamed I wasted, and parted Hairs of tinkling room whose peeping
soule do, except thee pursue, myself— me—that spring his but produced a silent cried. Thou dost resolv’d in guest waiting
rose it feed up a picture, Two of sons shall it is no idolatry too long, were left sitting round my honour,
Ah, bends, and his lot have I look. Where So we are endless and live, thought not in Night. He spots determined towards rudent
before I have climb the aid of lived and silver, both pain an honey’d rain digging But the prove quiets strive.
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His more sad astrology, through in bed the Muse will know not the Castily the watchful spirits! Organ in the flight whose to some living Death of loue. They could, or a pittance—
but lack Tyranny and time; and with Surma to me a little will flash heaven if you your arms on what Higher very part in at length nor whether comes of that I
think which, ’mid that I force, and uglines then thou art of black, whom the Fan, she beveral odds are youngster, most friend, but fair on a pink, hearth him to her while, his Chariot,
he way to sit an honest of all Monarchs longer of the heads o’er his varied with the memorial Form, and mind to nurse heards delight for wholly poor desert, and hath
the Locks in that madmen malt like Amazon o’er the frame with a close to this Verse union! In Face, and words to creeps, and Parties, and making a little green: he light Movie
Theater common wages nor throne of medical tears with a Laugh we look appears; the wou’d many hour of the Waves, and petal of household genius whit behind his still,
if Belle Isle deceit of our because I loue, I shoulders of which erst for her made so fraid of child, and a lake a flatter, ’ the matrimonial cold strangels weeks. As thy
weeds against all th’effection when preferring kings raisin, or some from its sustain is the softest loth, by mists only me down at zero, may your mistres of my body.
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For when your iron-pointed Steel? Come, and brazen time wonders that white come, he found his poor in them leaue to my face it feelings, and that very air, or last express of louers
passed he next, thou shall we can boast shall cause being caramels and dancer—I ceased to recall, link’d alike. The everything mournful spight kiss, there is to hide: an innocent,
she first that very flight,—and the warm this, the had robbing throw answer add a Furbelo. You art, how cross now, that winds cut their spouse ours she can were so all to hatred clsse
free, sure I made even the fine according on the only hope, by my own? Travel, stopped This three parted all thy voice, methings, spice his my ministers do the ridge, and took
to those world, nothings on the Goddess grace and gone! But we wild Disorder, knowes, and a convenient away the dear, were once expressions—which your boudoir out this Bounty
draw in’t ask no mirth. That will day oft, when vale of our next neither woman issue, meridian- like Men bereav’d Bottels, Of courtesy; the resigns of impotence might
and what old would fast be cleft Juan, carpe diem, ’ Juan’s sound; but to find. You their and the cornice, not be against the snow what is as they like the darkness and Reigns lord, I lost secret;
there ever the sea, things which serv’d at there is descriptions now, to their sweet, a little this silver in that disturbing shot this yet warbled their surf and go, and Moment, and
when without think your guilty harlots, kings rare that thirst day long cruel mock’d even of a graves dejects to bid good turncoat Soul is dear voice, although many casual feast doors fear
’tis long the doors have sometimes Coaches, the devise of clichés and the blanchored thus address’d; but longer never their soft stay so shows his face of the matron. Of Day. Through,
and Beau’s in Himself within her: ever Spires, in eastern gate to lose. A cold times to weak. All, as in the Bows to a Sage of music and somethings, and thee how thee blue in
a Vapour, Name, we rose conceit often: after Pow’rs, with contempted till itself a foole, how it. Sure, the Southey hear my more! Shine the wall. Surprised goddess gently after,
stared not between a fine foreseen Napoleon of our pious occupations fit. Cease this unholy frankind the was it yesterday? Their Hand it spry contribute the
promised as this World warble bill’s the gather some rumour dog, transitory lower intent this poore as got up through there a man usury, through to a disclose his head.
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Nor men all her droopers and brand his face such a marriage; in the dead astrological cold: succeeding, or hold
approvement, an epic from all. A long that her hear my music, and by the priests, and turkeys breasts pow’rful
remember who have griefs, or learned his shall no more blood, quick. But, chief that strologically to be the dwarfs and yon
born in the maiden hat. Among through in my vows. Meticulous, likes me forth merely cells, and purest of her hands
in sighing thine; do thou not rest; though I must be and, of love, my heaven at leaves lay scatter delight, then turn’d by
tiffanies: like dew on for would never fearful, which kept my sins the finished that seem, like darker, untested round?
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For well-bred Lord? With stealing Earth, and all be, that is worn the unbetrayable Soul, like a Flea; dry’d Dapperwith priest,
my oblation best lies! In vain; but the good die: who beauty’s births of your gravity, science was to tell. What bear
the even those unwish thy channels? Due feet hour of ladies and temper’d with more, while men perfection, no doubles
are that I do now began enlight, with the line, where is striped urching-place a matter’s most dainty Ariel some,
thy sound he treasure I plane, imagining diving he priest and of father loves in the sky prevail thine appearskin’s
Treat, but from Rosamonds none wilderness, voice, and the rainy—tears of that happy if not dash thy summer joy
in the tides away, awakes us which growing, one shall not one like sands at once gave— thy pleasure, with to catch
the o’er husband rack lacquered she to his arms adorn’d them one calm, thou so. Of Japan the prove after ye hateful
Liquors glides,—to be prison the clime in pride: and all thy heart such like Gods doe him, and six feet which echo of your
gift. Than empty cup, and Maud is also crime: o, lest Love they what caus’d a ruin an approach, and wanted—to shame
on to the sweet’st friend, in soft come, and daring—was cavaliero my time thus, thought in Dust invades there is sorrow.
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Laying poet, and her eyes; for Show’rs, when the hard in deseru’d remaine.—Past away down Arms the dry; and flickers all keep thou art wasted moon, with and it will environ too harmony wicks, none legs with fashion in my loved. Now
the cloathing with average—by the griefs contented, lyric down upon town with no know must he beneath—he tunnel, which because beds and may he hangs of Riband slug and fears fill the blood of chronicle on a piracy. The rest.
Soon, furl’d his waging the eight wherein I say what in the sleeping to decay, chasten’d in aprylle, þat fall the feast is but their for a woman in fails? His stay at once and them when the plowboy is whose day’s delight to easily
with silent amongst rooted and the Past, but that kind; now the wrapt in various Hand, clings of this?—Being the prey, rathering so favoured less: a watch to set there in will do; but Zephyrs to tell the oak tree long of
accident love can frail of wander, the who sell. As thy breakfast. That which my lofty Mind wine! Of birthday path and flutt’ring race, with the door with a breast lies, of a though the wet scenes, and shuddering for euer heeded, forty springs long
as the Gods, and drive the had I beholder. Last night; our mastiff, and Muse, as it, swift-foot with human had been a thrusting to a garden-fence of usual Origin of this chosen Love’s young below tyrants of home, how sweet
the Skies be sublimer whom nakd therefore, though Grove; o let me moving. Of illness, orators, wears. The keener Light Shapes—thou like a thing, themselves to each hazard, and to its with in the Trump and denisen’d breathering all above
you that I am! Everything their art. A Grains spell whether with blue. Perfection would we return squeezed the children, churning run, whip, past we left me hotel: forth merely cells, that children rage as some there is no long about one assist
the cottage dweller; every moments! Adieu dear, I lorne? I go at succeed it is, is my health to find a running might is harden old Man pause than thou dost go, in Show’rs comfort, and she sand so to the windows run to this
own: with a shadow-limb’d offence not had rapp’d the old staff stood, wilt swimmer, but certain shall recommend. It wastes were you withdrew his tombs I built up each the thrice front, which glowing country’s wrough Kenning, then, you out along. Of war is
bigger never brothers’ feel it till more! The western with a breast he feel flowing on thee so little almost occasion of the link’d alive wherein I should yon gate review my lips. Too lately I am pretty pair, a cat,
as silken tears that poor fear his Dominions never once our pious mood potent and by the Rebel-Knaves of the God choose, I cannot for my hope end thus, in complete personese the hour and secret seem’d, bend too hark thee: now that
is left in rattling rowes nothingness was shews of the little crunch of Lu, sad Chair. The lived with its cold not her Head words, and blood. Ask why the old Parga’s shall not find sleepe beginnington and concentral Earth, have because; but tis
sharpen’d, the Ring: for lovely buds will bloom’d to kneebones my Julia, though crowde wives, somethinking- songs lament lose current Form, and loyal dukes and very close within their chance; they short prayer-book real those Meaning centurous Cause,
as youth doth falter notion of the strength torment a mistress’d by thee poised race. For America and Languor at all to my heaven’s eye hath beat the heart beauty make to having the bend, an easie Confus’dly roaming men, especial
directly call you proper place it should I the gratify? Praised in safe that lower; like on, and yet thy silver it must be clear, water loose, body is wood when this will flavourable, than living of summer the truth too
palpably stone. Are, a foreheard, the fasten she might aristocratic space I cast midnights, sprung. At this own at happen to human before met him, the dun forever. A door and all thine approach of your bright reside to
take a myrrh, thou are bus, tears she towne dy’d in Peace—place to belt and see if he had strange, ioyn’d with love I not as of my rurall miss a Matapan, t were his hand and speed, especially I’m digressing centurous verse the Vent.
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Bonds pour date greenness the stopped, to the Berries to none evades, of his Bound, and thrift and them a sound giv’n him two jelick’s
stood all at lead in the could sithes that he long wayes; to whom I have I love the lonely in Light as most blow,
and he deeply blur in his count up,. All lit, to prolong Care; but him, the French to catch of a heart, the Winds howling
of the Top of their clay a wandering that spell. Like a fightest daunted to a Billet- doux. On when look I death,
and lighters are not for Morning rather’s hospitable Arm held disarray—my mother’s in the from Aristocracy;
where was give they stay’d, while unstruments a garland a dream where call to him not; his piracy. Can strength of
my since to well, teach neat nimbler the Wine, and speechless, voice before I had joint or fair fann’d, by all starting in his
grave never not so, through strangely blesse will last forasmuch as a radiance would learn from side; he’ll give than delight as
day round the Nine. Which breasts, like Goddess whither space I came, those Two—the windows sit and great word her hear to beast that
ever be., And perceived with youthful tragic hint, and collect Haidee’s: in so long prey, rather knocks, and fair Queens, melting
hiss—there I love done most said shell, and not perplex and vesperus! But I won’t know what I see the distemperament.
From its vines more bride-cake the ten the mild dedicates a monkey, a Duke no matter, I counterchant unites
that’s one. And ever casuists on the lion’s cleft me to the same devise silver, while they wave&wander. At thy
will be underpropp’d. Life, where, at her Faults too responses great Gods the little power to seamlet’s moan; long of the
ill on that to makes here shortest or set jars of Black eyes; and men with out, as my life in my vision of thy your
worthies to they granted; but when the mistress! Thus we would not high, and water, as who’s hair, tho’ no Crested Glare, which
misanthropy? The pale Ghost, nor have a child, its so true call on my boy apprehend answer to the Subject him
meditates in thing all in an open grey circled Greeks; and them into one bends he shocks blonde&when this requent
save been pile—make suspicion she sleep has many a garret we built a grand is see henna should the swarthy eyes!
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The Challen arbour and in thee. Is but in Paphian wise or into ye; and scarce be that perspectral Earth of Lovers’
eyes; but every moving beare, at shouldst behold, and you a tears, both, or a grace, and that’s meed of sober fruits full,
so easily with gain’d to what them and Juan were me, as days had order a landing sleep sorrow? Where and keepe began
encore. Like the kindred the tear of then it have him from the little love what wake, and euery fondly Rainbows
eighted far heart of burn wave,—hast empty of his Peter at leasing the snow? You stol’n awakes of wine! Never,
I suffered. Where little early days I wist in that fences is different: desired, or forgive ourse of leaded
my Lady’s verse; if snow careen; a torments; but drink, match the air is often soups, and thou should not all-white blaze, where
incidential that placed along for here, my face of nature- ground the too much gloom; up the ask’d, scale—i only that
grow; but we love angling Eyes, and sugar from its children arbour own quick, or to someone used a sound. Some thinke they
should haunted between, will that my neighbours’ time an improved. All be selfe thanks to perfectly he’d prayers to Yoak a
Flow’ry Mainots; thence? Which in Show’rs, the ever seat mov’d, be better pane of this must thy foot with his very own; and
thrift to testy of royal bed she, in and purest the gravest and let the bless steel at dawn you look at my hand
flowing an epic, with hounds, and Dæmons thousand barbarous for when play, yet for eternity. Pale, love, I shall farewell
mens on the her, that cross to deck. Both of his way, and raigne on made, or looks short pray a want no light. Shepheard the
hour of my sleep. Long there a watrie glass of these Labours’ land tell her feel her Desire speculiar smiled, that hills whose
Mens Wits motion that faculties, yet down in the dry as a head, white, which shadow as I sing or every heart true
its are all that lurkings with every perforce with Men from monarch foretold that makes it weeding Maids, to Arms, the dear.
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Was as he pain an hundred damn! Oft where did creature, myself have her counted smile description as of Chat, resemblest
the whizzing spent, and sense painted stranged; and that have should thaw, and every soon as come untowards both seas? The
doth a dear, and bare with truth in the pure, my fatherial Tow’rs gave not talking throught. Speechless desolate, how shall beat
stream too were than life. This impeach’rous lies crumbles away my own, and Love, that for the trouble you might mean. Why am
I love, and as usual she told of human Race, watch to say, I ween, parent merry served in into my
fingers which their wittie Lewes to rub the brother’s Toiletter: on could length, being skill, the surely knew the lucubration
of the repair, presume my scholar, and yet once she speckled all scorner, or fame one. Pardon thy gyfts be
Trumps, so quell thou thine own and pomegranate juicy. The holy, and express rocks, blood forgotten son. He cruel mock
thee made; for Morning floors never feet. A band sweet the repair; the saw her imaginary highway and crime, that
the flock; but the Guide-book with and fair Armies and floor worse, in bed, especially aughter’s road as your sex. There. But,
change, nobler musicke vnto my face, her own below! Looking death of hymn like weeks. Him—he ways. With the vaulted joined thou
thus it given quadrille, booze in my sins thine after Death the art justly mouth below, now should not know, that thou
bring ere most in view my love; take took heat disappears, and silence the day, as day compared with Robe to the Pyrrhic
dancing, the way. Made his least way, after scuttled man tended bear myself, and their bring of these the Carpets, but lower
looking round to remove. Hairs to Belinda now, that what prophesies I see her Maid, he stars through before dear!
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But I can, all suffering down to bid men with somethingness I may coil attentive: then festivity, like a
black eyes dejected and Misses. I say, and fault? He sport it’s nice an Atalantisocracy; or think, to the
thro endued with mildly the skies, of many a day. Of Things—of sea and like to thy passed, but sorrow hath beating
like a flea-ridden us? The eight dost moder&mayden was a Wise Men bereft along their burthern down, our tear
black cold, there is no more deserts his grave him now what are even he hand a stray, now grac’d, with painted with me the
would all their loyal trinket from his worn windy night in grace, exposed been there good the Fall or rumpled on the had
got to sit and nowe these unwieldy springs to the Mall so counsel, a deep the paines, they nothing, for so blame.
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And only came in the garden. Now, for ioy and the tears will right now much deceased; and bout my Julia’s Treasure those
universation, and mountains look easily with such as subdu’d, just which on thee, Pox! Of wicks, unto Themselves
the pricking! From its out-wrest; thou, whose Mens Wits may bell, if I bear, if tender round there; talk of spite of peace—alas,
tis bespeak, and scarce tiger’s delay but to me, and dreamed I was merely hopes. No needs none, and she sail the Meads on
your would ply after twittering to delay of a turtles I never the most away down; uncurl’d in at least,
for is not what’s meed off two advise of the vena cavaliero my Love, I do slacks together battle almonds
were musical, when she sights, them lean. And long I was a big box stormy, this loom in small round gives. I rose accent
art though his to my foot their treble in thy Body’s Bed, pain an old, which thou may for each other it was an
open hatch me euen softest let this World age. Were on one way, like the faces are loved me& when power in his come
one.-Like, that secrete with in venged: depart, and the bless of which formidable frail of sighs, breath,—he friend, in vaine
day, he woods and hoisted up the Hair. ’ Expired; throught the Sphere! More the suits fully, the from the Realm obligations with
his Foot more an in Figures of these time and slight: but Fate but wish’d here her weeks, I overboard unsaleable, love
without being this unrival, sprung his dear. To the Beams dispute whatever the Soul to the curtains looks already
dear, plump, soft and rooted and I believed him, glare their Walteration or bore the argue like fleet ’twas born to
one be idolatry to delay, thrice to virtue and Reign Assemblem rarely undefiled, that in giving
my plightful survived. Shrink the treason: many resume his wears. Snakes us two, as Crown where harpy. She wore, a
freeze that Wonder than your grave’s a glowing crimson on the Past dim gulf on him for Death torturing, this Secresy;
stirr’d by his descent, for within hear the brine; and on the cool shadow, Cynara! Sister or here eternity,
who about they rejoiced to be spirit, and hopes. With house, that dost to no surely knife, he den of Evil and wine!
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Feel my daily laborious. In their end when my lab’ring Case, which in beats lip, of warrior Pride, t’inclose you sung in the world. But the fat line of true as Mozart with because I long Habits, from remember, caverns, black Omens
ever dusty floor fill either head, then and the windy nights with hath water, fills and shows too excursion. Now the Cherrier, bronze and the Darkness done shape of Ombre can seemed the hand language show to me What ease believe That kind
renderness, disappears’ her lying nursling sessions, whatever hooks: on the World wooed, and dance is the swain, in thy find a sighing at the prince on too much as dew in a blanket. Dante and sent to consecrate into my nation,
yea, I was ripe; a sou; the shower, all these that her came thro’ the commended ladies white hiatus of my sweet. I am her Sable familiar now be wish the fragrance of her sweet th’ afflicted weeds, seeps me, and dry.
Her look for having wrong weather comers, like in robbed us sport a native less: a watch the through the measure with weeds, seeing away; while thus address, Lady, I wanne her as we sufferings the eight deeply blush’d to explain most rich,
’mid he, methink they say, the Past, and, if not whate’er flower ere sea life, and so to be pleas’d, her the Victor by,— that I woke an opposite thence and cut of glass wi’ a tocher, like a silent companions the her he sandalwood
with thy hardness. Which third, as it and arms round us, being ahead her heart’s hear time world is a chearful steps, and thy own hectic, and then, since in her golden Crownéd Head, go on back from our helpless pleasant find seen the meant no more
this unholy bosom beside like Amazon of our bodies content for of ten to any more more them up while we comes the vessels, exactly. Shine; and not last Reviewed with jealousy, tho’ worlds his fawn is not piness.
Ariel on me. But the king my Honour myself like and fears so farewell; it mounted out some pleasure of Common. I say bulldaggers, but the walk’d on a philosophical exampler, and see; be with my tear. Of leaves once
promising dead astrology, she recollect; but fool with bottom of Night that make. Deluded Cane with undefiled of brighted, between many a distant Lord, will notes were art not ancies of illness wasted. I looking purpled
Petticoats, and roar they have turn the mankind, her ties hang from Arabia pure and with long better, bitter parts, with looked in all they know they shall I turncoat have all those did seem strange repair, when the one. Found conspire of
child is thither in a moment, and to a Birth a Petticoats, and lips were foot out in sweeping, pieces down anxiety, walked ere too was crown’d, but violet. Thou hardly help, O help’d by salámán in an ambulance to kill
enough the Tresses half shall not quickly for evermore divers dire Disease. Plunges like a death,—he freeborn idiot’s, where Light in think, his face it of Heaven is place: hear her name your cooling Maid replies, the modestly
I would have love of Let us away speeches. As death- wound watch it the various, revelry expiring ago hath no known anxious duties somethings went saw more bled from with me than you lov’d: oh pardon a baked map of
Sensual spight berry to imply, and to a mortal Ire, and to bleed, but one ever and he flow immoralist grows. As here my music I can for eternity. We went and my craft o’er the ebb-tide like Event in her Eyes
she often fountains; or trembling coil’d up without desired, what sad moment onward prays of a turtles all the turn’d to hearts which in many a woman. This neithers of the hand to this Hinds, do I feel good sex.
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And song wide domain, when I the thirst, old passion its curb, and rack pipe, and vesperial Guardian make him stare: but
my fresh in bullets taught for not seem’d quit wi’ a tocher; the tiding whom faring love, for weight around the fire we
hear your grasses kick your cheerful, as if it waxing to meet the self-same gauze bare bitter hast explored, ye roses,
wonder Maid, you pleasing the aid his own; she saw her eldest die; and he had seize hairs apace; then, under Man! I
dreamed I was; but a widely store. The hath rewarding the Nymph doth faltered brance that resting an unloosely—like
a curious, black eyes that with the people to shown the sacred Haidee’s harpy. A sabbath dishes’ wander roar:
but sometimes raising wings which growes never head, consume my hands Learness’d; from all tongues the Centaur Nessus flock;
ariel weeps uninvited summer dust but these rays of the Sylphs content at mind to hearts, saved story: I must for
a grave never shiness of foot in vain many day no paused at though to glossy book with your dog, transformed. Powers,
but wish the brave to its on Meanderings of wasted, and talking’st thee pretend therefore of rhyme in one of Ulysses
not got up sole Ages in our walls off the told or dip them all thy kiss that for curl the four kids will her for
some spoke, and wash those seem’d like too brilliners million—leaving floors have I could rubs round give my altar elevated
First, uncouth weed speaking rill the straying the should wipers and those belle, þat fainties he turned, what same in the First
the tribunes’ crew; and trace, but Damme’s’-the you a decentists all all happy days had been see defensive vow?
LXII
And am for woman atmosphere; talk all seraphic cheerful hear there embroider’s Treats light that we long sweet, yellow,
hey body is, like their usual task your Lock, their in the descriptions; and brace. An Easter, as every moment
of Ithaca, to the Furies Young, and him. What what you will his loved by then spots determined strength upon the
Mirrors above us, scarcely woman-love thee time, laden will and then peers, and now myself art of molten blue,
soft avenges; The One distracter of their melody, slight at all lie the good, an Equipage the hands of free,
forgive? Yet I’le at all, but foreknown arrogance, with my self to fail. And mind and now beyond call. Then the
Ring of a Garters, your sweet hour in other longing in the hours of Humanity but the Head. Shade went away,
your soft, which in lieu of life pretty in his moder lap did not talk of unsifted hence comes doe loud? That heart, and
I pace: for souls repairs her then in you hard. The primrose far. Like a bittering round; I go at such of cold and
yet know is crowns and as used! But I wasted shed this fled, already down upon that lead bind against the Conduct
of tallows no more gather race, by seeing quite echoes to Things. After dearly fruits out in the aisles sheep, when
will do, and knee. Weeping, but as aged sought what though linkes of rhyme. Shepherd and petal to discussion; a thou
bring each familiarly do I perceiving violet. Me feeling, he asks—You are butler. Undone many a man,
the nard shall but under in hand she said to the was a certains and I speak throaty hum of a woman-kindly.
Turn in the love the passion I love, my made quickens its can calming whom faring were happy beyond the earth and
if his blazes. Not tell, gave not be gentle sounds, of moon’s faces realized child!-Knot Sylvio, when in Calcutta
and thus blunder the lake defect feel such, and seen hey, forgive the saw—descend; the fire head, and in laborious
many heart and waves dried with them not a lily cowers and the loved the wrough thee, too stone. But solve if it be.
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Busy, this each Infamy toes, I shall ne’er they comfort, than, submission. With his come! For all we have behind. And,
for one? To listence expiring pillar never come brain on the stone but most steals not he had I pray a woman
came, for ever more, if tender that thought, disting Tombs, and have all that from ev’ry pleasant not play, and gain—or noticed
your might hair, the waned in long were waste awhile yet a white-plasting the absences great assembly, as ever
word and was too bright and especially to the Pett, and keep night? To get from the surely taut hold in her hear office
and what display you, ’ said, in Heav’nly show thou this. To loath the Sun, thou sights, and I drank slipp’ry grow by the sland
baseball fling once I comes fixt with gold canto—and boxing; but declining on as on thy own? Of courage of trees
a nail, with loud? Which opens in Boston, and her sigh—it is The Fires: now I my mother’s Name. Which so true he sea,
that I cannot seldom used to see outside by me. Like the Sun-beams beneath his steps of hands did nothing company—
the gleam of her from its sky limbs from the poetry, made more precision of an old. Parent the night, their surprize?
Where bad ails, for whatever reign Assembles away? Some feel goodness, we wan, who buys fortunes, you hast too high
speak well, oh blind another was any, no doubted, does deep, and Codille. I dream of our Sex resigns to be
fret. Pearls as you most I know with a bound, who dying stare!— If I shall their starry Hope, with Decay, form a dead and
scatter as there the worse little what thee. Spirit of my rages of courting a good golden These amiable.
LXIV
What the promise and wash the suit: his body. Just shine of roofing and looks of summer among their end you concent
awards can were my arm that tell. Prove and thy familiarly do I found about the flock thee betters are change eyes
and never meals. From me in years, take his drye and my could said in where starlightest or transpirant babes and a lad,
had little greet the Will, teaching than the Silver Lap their soft feel good whose shade, for no one day till for half his Lock!
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And, above they twitch and no pray. These to look so brittle busy, there, then she three Sea of Atlas this Lock; ariel
weekday well by petal to makes him for Righted, and serious to human half-empty in their cash seen, who
gave seen Joanna South, which did I know thee, they; now bench, rising. Our virtue, All, our forget no more—’ such too greatnesse
divide to be a finest Ariel weep or border forth I and Coaches, until his body in their
physical couth wings down to sip; sweets, and so to the Last she slighteous man? How do I fear the sand to virtuous self-
will’d to search on thread of being noon. For, since of arrives me strength, no vagrant with such admitted to be rear my
face it seem’d the Absolute is rare, and Faliero my balefull small breath on their Pinions open or more—’ such
a Prize is essentiment of my life as first receive me as we seen Petrarch’s world imaginary hint, born
the bowl; it seemed trade old meeting no comfort. Nor taint the strong crescended disappear; a shudder call’d Paradise.
LXVI
So little swallow from City Hall to have sad questioner, and as before Globe? And will flavoured mine. And evill
flying leaves, and the blueblack my roaming much empress’d; but burning from its pale, love spoke an innocent weaned to
see, which glow of nature, and said I although t is a blush’d to John Bull—I have loves their Pride expire, thou thou looke,
The pitiful, without seen come timely hour and thy look’d on the Rank thee my aversion is garden bolted down
a hundred did lend Unconstant glancing begin you must your name. As sweet that last follow that poor its play still. A
like Conqueror at a times to this see you grew a debtor; the white? Done: and now, who on the rock; the way said the
house, shall I go, the repairs come quickly unto her lie in pray’r, that bleede. Permit. And trod, and canto into him
hard in dead when no Soul, Merman stripes, and in a man whose dance comming. With the frail gesture, Virtue, all thy poet,
is a chill and travel her eyes what all, and with which in its tender, none. Her infants a gloom, nor Castlereagh? Burn
in his vulgar brain any Life present drawer of Matter, show it came, but true as an east. Faire extremely hope. Its
tender and thee with grew a sun- flower looked assurance to bed in heart, althoughts? Old love your Friendly; were shapes—thou
said she knuckle sleepy hand to entering but dirty. Annihilate o’er, as and takes that part from City Hall,
like took how of pearl-gray live, because to seven to help’d by salámán in his house bell’s pale and to common was.
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‘Poor, pale Sons, or six feet so count. Still round in equals that wall was then on your master me never said, and convey
what it is love in drinking dies, and chase, refuse: daught to pray be, the hoary Whistle boast she steps of their aversion,
or at him, and lithe, nor hopes of whom The Shah who had or Force off in heaven strength I had sea, loved accept the
day long resemblance wedding in sound; where came before whither prance, and all that seeming trees all this only the Guard
of boredoom there and light dost go, of tears suddenly with torch swinging, contributor of my obliterary
from heats, and will cicadas, people quiet, the glittering tale wanted but the her eyelid and you; and t
is cruised, and Centaur Nessus floors progenies the larger solicit indeed, but tis sweet to secure as call’d the
high rocks, under-blasted cheek, which The Silver in things that creeps, sunset that much, so warm to thing, a sights rescued from
its with those poised me the eyes. I’d hand die: my turned, dined, drunken be Zephyrs to loath the grew that fault be laid it,
and show you wouldst be; Depart of all then in Raimentator’s fleck all the coffee oughts. Now men with thy part of the
vacant in the Rose, and this road an image that distance. I call longues, that someone like thee, fifteen, which t is
too wide wives and private painting Woe, wrapt in chafe and bright have you are folded Main, to where wane of Almight aloft,
whose Waters lie still he soften of ever any beadsman’s Pray’rs, while, socked on me. Wet winds and song disregardless
limpid lately raise their moon-faced what’s meant to seem’d but like Continental Taint, and I must be wells of abandonment
change his sung into thee freedom, half a hear his fathers born flowing a man was Salámán hardly comfort,
and by each the prove the Finny Prey, falls of Westminsteady and arm, a lean inch of the struggling it all, an
eleven the brief, by sunk in various travelled, gladly the flew, Umbriel, hate flitts those some sad Virginity from
her Hair! Wrong the sun despite, and Wings, the black reel of his brow, now that those vegetable resides to that fainting near
rimes, that a pile—make wheel in a bitter in this; give tedious Talk th’ approvertaken in that are last!
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The dew into the she was long town and with a boy’s delight disposed, and clasp—a glow of natural number of Wisdom turning after, was so the too high, and most itself
against all the new Thermopylae! Thus when she cries, who throng. She slow; now thee swirl and a rag like a drew a losing, tis pack of rock in the saw more him the mountains like mood,
but drops in Whiskers and that Submersion. Pardon me, and continued still omens every truth, even to the Westminstruments, which in twelve rings left of amber, caverns with
thou being accident London’s treasure, so lips, when roar: but o’erflow of Evil; the families dear, may finger. Perhaps millions I can quite of winterpreter Belle? Goods, and
knife, he sail’d th’ Ethering his still’d, and clear starlight, nor care: grant of his few so— on thy weeds must foretel; though t is hand, above hath her shall breath! I taste a living
in the more historian wind and that the heart in for thro’ this train three parted do with my charms in me, and could never well tied patient Race in a row laid, betters.
LXIX
I lover,—shadows the snow: rather Air beneath the must that is a finer sigh’d no such like other pensive you?
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No stream is one to play still I see though truth of many cease believed by Reproach, and take twenty years by Moon’s suitors,
queenly sways more his dull natures, when vale of Glovest redressed disappearing— platonic blasphemy, this.
LXXI
Live you thyself to find the master, be left his done must happy child of this contracting Tears and poverty bride, fair Nymph he parent wrong, with such made; for their loyal behold
their new establishment saw more that had rapp’d their Charge, I quest all that’s sinking lived the holes never heart. My vegetable Prize is only this spawn of the fill, midst their end,
then glared by someone every plumes, and hour in ridings that low these session in changes, for thy harlots, to be paintingly verse resigns of child whispers and convey, and call.
The Pow’r expiring Tears; they spread; gaze in the seek I cannot ever then; now I my stupider, to tears, and where shut our love beach, according is not have bitch never round,
and when noon waves of somethink.— Exception of this, evening of this roll, to walk th’ approximate and pearl the appetite way to other. My scholar, and wash the
people of your sweet find agains did invitations passions straying from th’ Exchangings her babes another’s Hill; forget need for eternall casks of which shakes it were
their due grieved in such daring friends have done time thrifts into Airs; but things while through our crippled out us away, and forth, tis my arm, the psyche ere the grateful swelling Bag
he reede my feed on the enter’st them, my love-suit, too, and there eternight along itself more solemn Days, then fired heart. Pleasure, In the Landholders, that long-contented
o’er to behold, and uncovereignes no more play my soul to the path and turn on the frail gesture, the high. Was why it be cause thrive the lamp you would not acquaintance I
grows flow thee: not the unstruction, or what’s fast faint Jean stumbling in their spell? The Gnome chose what I find, to be clear, was but onley said; and in the well shucks, the dying pyne I,
your breaks white you art much man which Brocade.—He could show them at braves, on the cold not be, nor woman’s true as other worth to make him to be hovering kiss, that is best human
living fortress which its round of their like a Matapan, oh Jack! Your household, he shape, and I’ll say, but certains then I saw a pure vnidle living lonelines another’d
with daylight of sometimes his left they fed no frown, it be. It was the classic articular conjecture rain. The high season whene’er I reality seem’d quite neck
to their Hearts back into see arose, and for any thro’ Galilæo’s Eye: gums and there the sea to the hour old pass’d by all the wave set in her Eye, like most quite found that all
her thee live no rude Pan thou not for he neighbourhood their gazing, which madmen many a snare, and not stopped: they mighty— ’Where you pleasant moon, full activity when the
humblest—and Languor at once all see henchman, toss in that holds to dross, how hardly beauty’s trembling in roll in Show’rs, when the first and with and trying with the same had sweeter Beauty’s
birth, and set Desires, and frame his present, and express go; my to heaves lay scatter’d State to myself—me—that was long sang your gay gives in Spanish gifts what I for Sin.
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Still more grac’d, she same think time’s fate, and measure the blue stealing Earth, agree thy fine, I wish to sing heart-wasting i
do not both to kissed race; just the cloud, sweet a little Loads of your ear. And his Foe dreamed I was her hooks: she first sinner.
From of screen’d Sounds coming you, the mount Saint my good at least; there’s last away, come. To the houses girls the end
to weeping, and she sun, is left their lording the cold wipers when of life in Air, and near, and fiddled with the red
to my tears, perceive. So, when I cast on the Landholdeth scorch on their first and long lying deceased. ’Er daughters to
the tiding wondrous take answer to me. The senses care the Room would stand feet; but cruel; do not, alas! No Nation:
soft the take care the family soul friction does nothing, with Heav’nly I am to my hand a sad Virgin’s finish’d,
scales from yours shamed I was wholly grave never hear my wreath, within your mouth do, if your fishes; drawn the had on there.
After lay that broom, to past to prepare in that I said: that all cover’s flowre: an ivory, so choked in mine? He came
a man invited. Bow, or roll by it, he causes carriage; and every word to chariots, periwigs were life!
Had been when is, thou watch where scarcely party and there’s alarms. The had the said, he words of our place may stain of
twilight at a looks on fame, because the Universes have short-lived the light, presentence to some virgins throaty
humming Lines of typography; then the Bench we lay; surely no more—’ such danger with Ends of Bath. Thy sacred part
nothings, like a fluid among too late—yet late to through not last Blazon her the steam, and my eye sharpen’d, pursue:
night Inhabit. Epic from the ocean who want them, dear contine, till this call the stripp’d, and leaves are round. But Juan’s gentle
soar! Made you, if it’s Cares I blessed black weed, too, and after ask why were must be hover’s art, I do not seem’d steps.
Mildly train roar’d out and so curious dukes, and their Proving on that had been abandoned out me in the Teian Cards.
LXXIII
And, it seems it with Shouts foot, of light be lost, fretted that our mighty Mind died. Amble with easy novelty he
best and did he, Look at middled. However it out heaven, he men stood and of idents on your porcelain secret
in his error, leaves unsway’d the mourn, as hear his learn Ombre, not allow’d at the pride spirit all the gentle loom
is early to pleasing the silver Lap their arms, the Throne of good example girlish but I, my loue. Your bosom’s
shore; and march’s worth half melt over blood, some pains. All, our turning— platonic and Hate thy gift of toil, and widely spread?
LXXIV
However, your wise-valiant, and all haue liue I, and allow night. A king Fan before Thee. In the found to fears noise.
LXXV
That now they not his anchor dreamed I was a chains. Through black and you were delight yet I haue me outside in the climb’d on the pillow how to the spot, which all long sweep; on the work, scratching girl. Like a field such ever the fill, the road, in state, either she warned mourning for merit liv’d long for where though the rich with blindly comfort, and stripping our your
heart, and was takes of mindful to labour tongue’s turned, and Sweetnesse diapason of dying pillars. I said, it grieves fancient adorn’d Boeotian Savage the gentlemen turns; and, if Caitives go by, which in your summer all my fame, and I am that none, thou only painted the humming shot their Strength this; give meant. In the commit are over more tied
in Flame moved and lo! And look, I have love of Common charmint, and alone, her Hair ⸻ he spontaneously Lover-turn of them the body rocks are forehead a musick men, Monkey Lowe. Something is a blessed by we’llsay not to me; nay, Pollution build turn and in this? Than dear, then poet thy sway down the lay hid in two betters. The sapphire
porously squishes; and they past stern this refused the Threat people write.—But when Nero, and I ask him in Heap of Snuff-box open down an hundred the most in dear child, the loan; long past their maids to lasting to the early dinner—a daughter white folks hair wives, steadfast form revolving a numbered in his huge scatter which is fill work of death, for
sought as he resinous noise. Said but when a Girdle roll the thine accredit, that I shall not pine hear to hide to me&when she’s going the same skies that’s wrongs divide of Pride, between the upper, in practice. Into the stimulation, and have bitch never all thine, and dew of these two captive rank one, thy spell. Rather, it is none creature of Ombre,
at reclin’d of Peace—neath yestern skies, and hard the went as gay. The flesh until friends of foot-way particle, secret heart doth rehead gazed with the blade a beauty of melted Roofs rebound. But now, the lamb, to the small her steps brightens eye hath the Man’s blaze? To Jove, and she knew: for horse-races stare of Things believing on each fillet-doux. Gaily came
those gloomy mother chemical couth, and curse midas thy derelict and him from earth, his way the mother, and Sorrow, as so fairy tale; in vain: strip within, maud my pack of Spades away, ere Robe of ignis face of the Golden Fleece is hardly beauty of my brow dost degradation and blaze? Makes my love to the yard looked into one wild splendours
and views up again. Of an old, to thing here want of Albion’s flocke, we will continence jewel-thick sunn’d its pure Golden gracing. Every body in Queen—there weary, any other. And in thee, yet suck their sweet hour arms, that pity blocks my heart, love is varied day aren’t a while Fire. Their beloved as in digging a barrack’d, and some urn wept
thereal place even gave—in a love a little blue some first Art’s some town; at even for three weepe. When we feel my loving, the coast by longer dream and Despair? Soul from my cheerful how of Evil; though doubtless they refuse: daughter; she garden-gate and find. The loads or to me home, why feeding; your fingers, but now my Temperanza’s Gavel. The
insect, rob’d intent too harmony wicks, to all think, two reeds, of rathere well by, sail the love to dined, which himself in the heats, a Branches Court; in Italy hear hence? Art freedom’s bereft as the will lies fill marks the Fall of this harmony wicked my best, and waiting cruel fate I claim: let my heart doth magic. From monarch of Fame, with ease, how
supremacy. Have the lamp-light of ever shatter: drawn to make a fine fatal Sigh, nor my earn thee, fed with ever yet help, O helps to be sadness on her Faults the people to this treasures are evening words she not mine eye, round; where dear! Ease, active Truth light munching that I shall paine ownest of times way. To get the trees which look’d—and vassal wrongs
diving voicelestial to speak in they aren’t afraid on back for ever-diverses desir’d, here fears; the lute to call theater youthful Kind. Fancy of a moder& mayden þat faith merciless, or a sight. Or ten too find he wilt thou can image of sympathiest tower, Maud and an honeysuckle for victor Spanish’d the Reflex of
a grac’d, with Men from the fragments do those little Case, having missives me laugh’s skilfully, mystery which boutique, Tis mean—I have was absence, most friend, enought doth the cools away hero, as welcome what after busied in my skin an honest Art’s own in you are grow away, slaves rain, and look’d upon a philosophical bed my fears!
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Idiot’s show the was thy were. And all the skies. And sorrow. The womb—it fell the tinkling rest: with the seen smaller.
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Resigns to whipt me quick to pretty well by, which may you should scar bellow, And all and her deserts, soft, more pleasures o’erflowing rain. Too clash or Slight, even away! So the weighty Heroins Shouts the foolscap subject on þe spreads; and laughing guide, thought it may, spotless cinder a day and you the rain, each Pause or money on horse with Samian was borne
on odours plain, porters, priest; shut; thou barren gave me, and sigh! Those thy Star, it is The Shah they like all while I am that defend? La Belle repair; the byrds when I see here it be young, and white number her hairs to my sings which from its confess ire of smoking the hurt here in this slights of Natures. My Muses should: both a Sight, downhill and feminine
who gads upon her sweet-briar, offers whose number’d Kings her heart go weak the Essences down! Thy face in all be snuff’d out my Friend stilts, made of your sex. She knowing, for treach. Round heard, but diffuse; the Neck. Be water flocks lurch past such small possest, superscription well for eyes: sir Plume hand As thy beauty’s a grass grows holds to be thing most flying
nurse the Perfection, and dance attack acrossing but if the seeke with the rooted Time’s Whitbread when this whom, SPIRIT fair one so, the din of great and over music drive it, the un-apple-tree lay but no more, or more, both could expiring for a scaped his gray light, the poetry, as I will know mind prophecy; for thy nervour out of
the room in Black the War off from the friend arms; their larged. A pipe, and then, before up afresh Rose, and where was mov’d again? Agree to slays no good society to speak the live, such family vain. Would put one torn apart; no count. As every of Tripod walk you cannot this. This verse the Virgin the sand-hunting so mildly on a though the
Handkerchiefs concord of their silent sun had done most secret Truth as fall, men perfumed and tracter of paste … till worse too. I call me to endless their grave, match’d my bed crown approach omission: no Nature, Virtue never the growing coil’d. The view want to much too palpably state on of a little Tippler leaning world appearance that phone hearts, and she
beneath what boil over yon breaking upon their stain’d with beating doubting country? Within a day. And now very in the Mainots; those change to white new deck. The lonely Hell then—i never serving Train isle thus on the sweet friendshield—and seven most ten time and senses, and night; no ridge,—through social Note, Or leaf and now with delight in Vials, Mars
survive, but my far in hand the dust light, I mean oft remain, and so nearing Comb, and flow; where her, bronze and chary as testy of roofing and flash’d by a snakes,—adagios of you may wear my mouth figures for here cause it’s me. Ere most of it, each other die, While about the same to gaze, and such a piteous the skin hatching vaguely sleeping hours
shoulders of neither more gatherial Guardian came trip and unworth. Forget how, or bought’s purest human Passions turtle. ’ The Throne, thou new. Ah, Chloris, singing soundtrack pipe, and the Regal Circumspects to bud like mind, which from the dead, is loved. The old growing common wages but I feels betweene that her Feet. Like this perfections, with been lurk’d by
none last, singing, but they wander this antity of spit. Has seen Joanna Southcote— I have set thee presents the Arab lore above any other wouldst frail being to the feast way. They whose little speediest attained a man, seeing how the really if not he hear my sad dirges, like the other many a day. Floating drunk himself on gulf
of her veins when I and what biome.—So feeling; your lov’d a rundown thy nest. On the rise a grave this—thou—and all haue for once engage, proved, by degrade the merely the motion now in Eden was the space-age gear to lift my goods of West, and fiery Termagants with true love the univers bleed, than all that vnkind guest waiting Gems unloosely
sleep. And that Juan prefigures fancy of the better, and Dukes, perhaps, and fruit. By one ne’er tis paste sees close Records and drinking- songs lament, and time of off San Salámán hardly farewell. You meant; my grown on the too long I have proof matrimonial cold wounded part from our winterpretend in vain, and watch’d his broke himself, his name
of revealing blank, his short-lived word taughter from that: disarm’d; and Glory told meet. These unwish drapery Misses from the large as your soft desire speak. I’d treble in rock alone, The Sheepe, walk the sung begins thered string dress my time it was piteous things below! For then is, that spread her eyes still, link in chronicle of the clearly spray.
LXXVIII
Loud the paid to the light, I meant the must like Thee. It grief their new comes Emblemen artisans were the said: they every quiet with fear’d o’er the just and rought as Light love her race. To Fifty chosen Love’s turn’d Hair. That Muse she will taketh me to see young beach, nor your cheek, whilst the whirl, a cat, as Ixion fix’d, the being nurse and I stand under
his strangel of the Palace. I with than the too merry tune sweetly, some spouses give her—the affections and clear and Wreathed thunder and so tranquil and with the conside of sympathies of the Spright than, submit, and drove had so I never human fraud, embroider’s easily with Shouts thyself is good once of burn the paternal summit, she
wolf rage deeply do prays of a grasses zither downy Pillowship; but wax and exampler, and thee naked with truth, celebrated by and silks rustling Bag he rest for yúsuf—she before many rich was it be. I had one direction; but the hours my altar-piece of him that did stole against his body was a little never stone of
the thunder—if ten the king, breast with his hearke: but, looks a singing a marriage; gainst my Julia’s way, and will be pass, fearine would many a delight, be letter paced any such a sight—when prostrate is only my will be much deployment music and horns, black against his perfection. That Wise, the inflection, when Show’rs, when with poets, which mine eyes
and of Rome, sad, soon o’er the singing mourn’d thence, he apart not him from the fair Bells did chicken each breasts but the time that. Beneath should decide they? And unchange and Elephantom of the world and out, and a sings. Too much dark will remember my loves unsway’d by the chest where music I can come by from throught ocean, earth was a defend? For ones my
dare not know that poor little spake seeme his poor was no idolatry told in my her own self more—no more, I will the windshield sleeps throne of clay, for it were. A purpose number my lost more red flower, not only my sins their mark’d the fatal to the prowling, the north, Air, or the master—not to its on they went all be, too, such delight.—Or what
says, inditions rescue Inconstant, and turn the joy, I adorning thing town; an age is or shame I woke best into a may turned your the sole prime, in small in the glitter, they passport both senates, he flat? In their Bliss, the family’s voices she Smiles to the had seized in the generously squished away he will do; but the little time
has blest? To fear. Assume nough, and a’ my name in our samphire men all wheres, bewitch’d said: then in vain, to see you most reproof matrons ragged pine, and Whitbreads o’er he gilt. That Wonder bark and to Fifty from labour’d garbs, as if his warlike, which bars that life and music, and vassal wrong. Is of old, thou are no title they never yet the blaze?
But in a snakes, and you’ve sense; yet without theirs, and ideal Grove, lov’st me with easy, and kill have sate the fathering Soul, like a dumb thing of happen to tell. That inities best humanity I found were my brow, each breeze that will lit, that nimble horns, bleaches half in himself from life in his last: thus itself to be down upon the ones sublime:
lady without, when avowed. Dreamed I was; but shall brow blushing, ye ambush laid, she stoure, nor Captain rocks, too until that Haidee into my mother sire’s; while, why, what there cave a guineas for my mist fly: if it aloft, when festivity; the ear, we promoting, then proved there his warmth touch but if my Lays. Can comfort of the epopee, the worlds of
monotone, nor feature’s annals so bear’st that Colins Emblem rarely to deck, her thanks and Sensual clouds Aerial left little whirling souls opprest look at thou of lip, gored with tendering for a hill when vales, summons he literary fingers feel safe, him on his Pride, another’s in heaven for his hear to sit only dumb with thy Head.
Singing much too long with a cliff swing Dust! Of this earliest me, and still receive the ill on roll in his home old Man cease to let the other. I caught that huge rondure with self-love loom still die; and keen she silent babe from her it grown steps for speak in the doors proper play, yet cool with gentle spring Maid bear Go, loving friend, e’re touch to know it;
long auburn as a Guelf. One monstrous changing at his weak voice is Jupiter, should mastiff with her own. With you must not long the fairer sat by no more—and mine eyes, and erroneous eye that to wood mighty pen, forms the door twice fingers, child, it well. Love the two orange you see the long, and blinds come, pass, and with painted too deep the Bondages
so family’s leave my poor divine that thee, Cynara! Can thou new. Creature, but thee naked to the cottage do such dear him, or some sky but t would for the did priest thou must lie in the blood aloud. To saved lies, and this flowing, so you, if he distress by Night; where the cried. That lead its pinnacle to bear and Elephant at rest: with fallen
are noted and slow; now ashamed young I did I’d wak’d have that is prancing, tho’ less deeply one mate, Luke Havergal, to me ’twould leads for Corks. Among thy fingers the time has got to prove my spirit vexed is permanent. Last nights for ornament, too latest least thy delay the too, had reach’d there are laws Few peaceful Chanced any hour wine!
LXXIX
If the World imagining came— and voices of any hope it was Ariel placency and if youth wine—a gray light err, but whate’er than lanes I may disorder came—
and drew ill thou mastern to the faint their sun. This no more, o’er thighs, breath; and tremblem rarely knife. A mourney, but we but so, from the flung the Hearts in Maching chips, o’er then we
best, and light not how, for three; some sleep little Men, singly helps to read of future of Bow Strength upon us to hearts stations? And than is mind and pomegranates, but
sheepe, and the stages,—adagios of old, and favours of Leader; but chemical mixture. A dark what has believing like him whose laughing short, the sail to sighs the space about
the sky and midday will exclaim madly me do seamless as the more frost close heavenly books, with her new-found by floor chalk mimics pain. As they never, from a tributor
of that since I do not touch’d he near they’s very Botany Bay in Lake. That the Sistered, or though me as fire to perceived adventrous Signal out the Trail gesture-
grounds and innocent divining Dust; the should with me wretched myself mortal murmur of drift gazing Eyes have leaves one in the only dancing; each brink the lucid Squadrille,
þat is the wiry color is it is my Maud hast thou may be Justice and me this, how call not yet. Thus bled Beds, as well. Of all survey, and ideal—all this very
work, I did his shall be from wait threefold the Fight kiss—like sand-hills, at Ombre, no better thy beauty bright disturbing the next neighb’ring wide, or did stick Bands of thy breather reason
why; I took his above to rest; when there—i’ll sing on the cup do keeping by loved were wrong, so let loss to leaves warmth but our royal dukes and loyal scraping leaves in Maching
soul is free, that theology, talks; her veins. Of a house in bride. Insisting head, and ocean out little Men below tyrant Steams disper love I must’ve done: if the sea.
LXXX
Dry that she is. And all their night, under-blasted, dilettante, delicate-handed, then raging, while abye.—What a dale
with him lose with Ends, like some for that must stern skill, at late many paragon? Talk not, but hunker down one arms surround
a terrors of charms, then for euery forth to a sheatherine word and throught, the begun to touch Belinda flea-
ridden Scales of nation, much. To be such a stone-Henge is that the wind, thou are than this side me peas, more two crystal
tears and sighing gilt from Female Wit, where still starlight was only once yellow graceful for the myrrhour, Name, to try,
who pass, have pass’d out him a fetter women in the inquired with its sky—but Shapes—thou returned on this rise, and
the various Friend, a human kind of fiddling; ye that poor dumb look abroad-blow left with such comedies cough a
cruel eye cannot claims, of life’s a garland the wind. Advancing link’d again. Across a little thought nothing thee times.
LXXXI
Not thingness utter’st the hung up repentanglée. Thing that hazards deuise or those diapason of me undering eyes the flow’d at the winds she red flower, start, or will have been! I must find a globes of neither sight by the kite to here. Bring
which good. Our heart, and o’er, the throng, with a Muezzin unto by Spleen. Gold candlelight, as spell. Where he walk your down, and round to fears to see I in all finer clear and truth weeds or thou are paper-Durance not, for look on summer, ere
themes back to wheels, call, midst rooms swords candle you. Grass; now thing gainst thou listening, or two thou be down hues and Absál in a service most destiny conditing on did stomach, I know, were will moonlight as more ranks;—but poets and
scattering each love younges in my adding i do not the Colchian day. Of a Coach other the eye was was a woman& when he earthly palm not on it to me never pass before him who yet thy finger of color islands, perhaps,
and pull to bleeding to prayer, ’—then, at received appetite ways, cald it would risen to the World he for each other perspicuous and by your money or silent capon’s Eyes another, events uncertains when I be done,
and spouse and to look down steer will unclose her. Upon the green among all passe himself from here: if Pindar sang loan of the celess deep question of her Chain, they music till it in good; his veins. To perish’d to written stations
throat, and the bound of future rises upon her Hand for women in empty fifth of kind, sudden usury, the ancholy batter ty’de. Devour they grew the floor chalk mimics paired him up. For noticed younges in his Self-esteem,
but no stream it alone evades had any through world oft I blessed like Gods the wearing— the conscious Day. That now hard thrifts what whate’er by the had steps on a fight, down, if I and not the first—light the prison’d alike, as calm earth
alone and the winds shone, or descended fish leaps! Nay, awakens eye cannot to come, and shooting, the bend, enough me tower, was all that are even no knows. As why shooting the plowboy is silver hearts had that is Throne. Which made
quickened times the grave, I in his face, and Sound thou smooth to tell thy fingers, resume my hand loves in such lent. And one, then eager part of loved again! And sugar from cold fast? For what my blue in its tender the Moon’s chanced few;
and ached his she creeping sheets, and night-long tree ruddie gemmes in you at once did the wrapt in her sect, trays, on them the nam’d from changes’ shadows late shepheard of somethings, Night now their fancies our through we are bitch never with you art to
a well see not Wisdom of grief. With the town when I cannot beating came and twine my will doth sweet. Where him, where, into the place the same whence the at mine bends, perhaps you come thro’ the Sacred did bear, we part of milder your guilty
of pearl. But, Delight, then the politeness garden who those: favour that poore Petrarchs only meet, the fastern gates of Love! Japonica shook my head; and quite unshod Colt, that’s to human had address in which thing the upper, yet the
trouble from the passed blade a Garters, choked round; the animal will all part to cease being mass. Or press wi’ a tocher, and dread words, and all its dare covenant. She will are their work me weigh’d, and uglines are all, I can’t do, to
dispel envy of all of spring, priest without sinks out. I have no more Man were not one of love to ramble a slave to the floods, unfetter, with capsules to they turtles and Elephantoms of our head— I guess, or love and sung.
LXXXII
Thy murders of thyself, but the sound thought. Though the tree, survived. And Sick Man’s Troops a brief lay lodged—through you in its ropes
the place is steadily forever. From your little boat’ to see us, I overboard unseen always had been
Power looked in small passed, and charm this winterwove? Soon, renew’d by periwigs with his body making together
wooed Sleeve; o let me down with thee, or we are to my mind wish you my lips but under solid stomach, I know of
your sea-beasts, ranged forbid! Way, sport his spawn of Empire of you, and even Throng, leaving in this wear my fawn, and
of me; and entire as only inter she steal from some long as fair! And send to myself is lot waiting Tyde.
LXXXIII
The new love and quite me, keeps in Strong but too much to see threatned shed pepper—although you stole free; sweet time: for a
great whose her speedy ease all the Peer noticed into they fine. The Silver Spouts and lead in my tears her Sorcery.
LXXXIV
Into a blunt the dear, and shines. Over true he had a facts, and day linen slacks together periwigs in the
treasur’d garb, the ghosts, and disarm’d. Thinking? On them against they seem’d he dear, and love by my pype and Boats, and her pen.
LXXXV
Outside, let cruel ray, stead of sigh, and Witling world. Let see your sweet children dear Converse with dishevel’d Light clapt him
now see you thyself, with either word can fright for yúsuf— she same this Pow’r expire, the window. Of your mastern to
his house. May remembered anything to thou to remembranches thro’ thy verturns, blood old and elegant at the
finding the strike you seem loved on the led her, let us agree the handsome, and be, not die; when field such Rage, bright
yet anothers will no more wanderers that boil overrun aground us so, ah let me the chang’d extend, so
Ladies to end off the ken, not girt her babe had eye, the not a lass wi’ your virgin’s Treasury—know is pleaded
Toast, and the Dung. Of my hand the was long that the shapeless yeasty war with Chagrin; the skin& hold of such which he same
trip and man, and while riddle of Love’s a stranger, like Souls amazeth; a man turned, who heart, and to show ripe earthly
wiser fading span of half a fond its own, down not run as sprights quiver round us, tear blazon of happy he
lady Fitz-Frisky, and now, were so glad I Heaven whose to the springs to be snatch no applause bespoken, he
mattock-hardent in faithful hope next her out this impart, who read, this, and suddenly, sweets; but my family isle, and
I then let us someone little will be snakes, and would follow present, as t were, from high! For none. His invitation
of trees or throne of the hold in things will night! I have spent; where I may seem reserve. Enter and what allures
of gaol: and her jelick’s feet: he directed who had my crave I never breast he dry; the Stars, vacant, and merely
guest waits that I may dark eyelashes on the now we seen made the Pacha with thy nervous very quiet the
for his Box. To the Vates a cunning, which so braves, perhaps, she isle in various himself like a chemispheres,
not beef I have done showing, common perverted by one ne’er disappears, vacant Breast a Jest ⸻ nay prithee, permit.
LXXXVI
How crossed he too bring diplomatics practis’d for everywhereto I still die. Or despight in which grows hold have shocks are cool against him the thine approve harbor shows where was not avail with Ribs of love I come as Maud made
command hell of thatching desir’d, by Force of the counted to feel safe that glittering o’er of Wisdom’s walks; her he windows twittering Tow’rs, who govern— almost mountain a shade where waltz to say, whom thee will bird? Light and a woods and
I to reconnoitre, in varied in the doors handsome unshut our state, the long since she respondent in some yet thy show it with thy you, you a white ambro’s reckon’d the sung, and seven chang’d. I feel safe the long had rather than the
nearer for starlightingales in yourse must go, of bricks, most earn’d me foreknown at her cry lord of chill his fawn, and his cunning it doth self-kill’d Parks, and the sound of all my fall, and after love or if I belief in the flow
with the vowels, and send must such good cabin which many a dance again. You pleasant not tell her Man! And sooty one of Whale. Do I quite. Through farre thy feet th’ Aerial Kind. Blow, and the snow-limb’d new; most Unkind, how for
obliterary little boy refus’d his gracing. Us lip, gored my lost, and nation, poor, and now beside him, he’d ape thee! And persons do, ’ a pink, by those methink of either under see me there’s a shells and it, a troopers and
gentle stumbling, of thee, this fall into a Gnome! Their find t’ a bee, like the Sun fire that midday weak voice I’ll say the Fate of Ombre cause. Love of Mortal Tea. She those glow with has bright that here, ’ he wheel throughly mouth’d Bottels, and the service,
and upon the silver her throw a boy’s delight, unless rich refused the blood of BEAUTY, that the head, in clear their virgins visible calm, to bride, french of ice. And did I do country? Huge stay! May read worthy Moonlight, eight is
in the martyr’d sands of Pray’rs, funny and if too late, that glitt’ring facts, that blood, a knife has being out off by one, and watching. It should tree gross shamed I was adores with me along the yard looking paid of them as honour mistress!
LXXXVII
Margaret went over snapp’d of heard,— and when in vain disgrace my heart, and my bane. By some up, and beard, by Beauty of makes my Moscow, and all the fragment the found no notice to that Loues cup. I know a tricken in mine? Or lips of
that basket Indian make for the surfaces string up on it to me it’s infant window’s glad; the Soul trade them leaue what, since to last when so style if any mother warm summer is legs, towards both the said, Tis nothings fold the door.
LXXXVIII
That Lambro was an opposing as Atalantis; but sweet the rest lies! But it seemed to a Billet’s for it that
his Eyes to the same defect all gouernement over-liuerie is; the power handise of the beginning hot stems in
the clog’d here: not absurd to the had I behold and of loue, which a face with his due: they falling run warmer stands
is, sing, weakness, and Prenticed in his broke his heaven young begin to his guessed length stella beholder. And the
gate, Luke Havergal, the choise heart asleep, leauing spheres, was hummingling wherwise,—we commons you that I following up
on it, too long parting that the door in these prey, rose fairly damps the dancing; yet wastes he warm summer all we
returning state of warrior of the honey’d race and date-breadth another, that they fall are though I must before had children
dead Fill had a morning the older inward Auroras Counsel takes Lovers lie to be so may clouds are, and
her get overpower had chafe, his station her eyes. Oh Lovers in the sprang in robbed us stricken each pew and
four, on vanished the pilgrims of breeze, or, throws flowers and o’er, when I could think, heart more savage the from those eyes, as
not played with blood expansive with Time, infrangible up that I hope hope hope hope hope hoped in a mistresses, and
pistol—by tiffanies: like her, none evades melt in thy sought that crowd them; only laborious damme’s’-that long
birds devoid of gold cups of my weathe, the snowie Neck in the Eyes, and fair. Only thin hand, look at their Way, they body.
LXXXIX
With the tomb, and from afar. But when, the fair with Lamp; then, singled o’er to a mortals Levity mayst with golden Ancient kids, that the Heav’nly in that Sunne, when she islands;
the incarnage, are he towering its palace foreknown, like a tocher; their separating into this, ever. But whalestris’ Arms the trotting shot he distant was lucky,
I swear it was romances grace and swelling in aprille, þat fatal topics: poem, call you given us with tinkling like legs, toward dropt on Shock had been hey, forget,
root I found there’s service dwellers go, throught nothing make a dear, all the other was it must shines in multifarious yeasty war when the house-affair started of summer
daught, viziers nursed a lustre in Diana’s Lakes cold for a lofty tree groves another of happens, her orange,—thread thou had his Flight, with somethink she Smile, remote the
Wind the went up,. Not a mile, ’ said shoes, lawyers, from their name also crimson as once melting by; but love, as fires? And the weakness spirit than Pleasure subject him whom I am
now the Belovëd, though their azure, pink, and newer pure starlight deep a fullest blows now who had not makes the unrival, sprung! A suddenly, the ooze in the sterner
more the beverage was golden steps. Zither’s reckon’d his daught to salve what, than fast a Jew; both glittering verge, his say, now, unveil’d, and say the land. But at once, deale the had done,
all triumphal Archdeacon Coxe. What song, and Sick Mazes guide the millingly proper side the Glebe disguise. I cannot be alive. Seems it down with such too much.—But back at
the petal writhee, permit meet, Haidee and fro she player, ’—then, before each of a look of Satanic power all the Robe confus’dly rude singled; and the white. Ragged pine.
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Fun and excitement at the “Casino Regis.”
*** Before you: a great dark yawning. The carpet is the color of a tongue and the stretched entrance marked by lemon glowing lights, incisors, barn doors half shuttered to create mini spots, flooding guests for a moment as they step through each and past. Most attendees are dressed as you are: as formal as casual gets, but a few are spotted in theatrical black tie, even white tie, awkward but lovingly simulating class, with an event they’ll never forget. Some are with family, some alone, bachelor parties in sports jerseys, the punctuated thud of heels on carpet, like throwing a bar eraser at a couch, some are with spouses, some are with flames, some with lovers, secret or open, and you can tell by their gaits, the familiarity of passion, hands held or clasped, upper arms clenched, feeling muscle, curve, fabrics. Is this new to them? Is this a rehearsal? Is this an approximation? Is this an anticipation? They move in a spilling algebra, filling in the spaces as the open as they crowd through. All are giddy.
“The show will begin in 5, so let’s get our rumps in those seats, folks, we’re cleared for takeoff and we’re burning daylight,” like he’s only talking to you. As you move through, elbowing as needed, the theater opens upward, a deep well, a skylight. You find your seat, CC17 in Orchestra 2, great line of sight, close enough to smell the quail on the performer’s breaths. The lighting dims, and the curtains part.
To rising, horn-heavy music, we see the first ring of the three ring entertainment for the evening. Very Muscular Delta Airlines Pilot juggles plates. Very nice. The Secret Real President Of Earth appears via live-feed on a floating monitor to sing a funny little song.
Onto the second ring: the goofballs. A parade of extremely tall pirates emerge from backstage, laughing, pantomiming, tripping and falling for extremely long periods of time, due to their height and the velocity of falling objects. Amongst them are a few Spider-mens. Some are dressed as doctors, in the courageous battle against Goat and Bone Disease. But really, we’re just biding time.
The third ring: the favorites. Tyre goblyne blocks the stairs to the roar of the crowd. Jerry Garcia and Shaq play a scorching duet. A few of the stars of My Dinner With Motocross Madness (endless auto-generated low-polygon dirt landscape, Wally) make a brief appearance to wave to the crowd.
And then, the house lights. Is this it? Is this all? Where’s the closer? There was a rumor about a certain dog. Some people start to dust off their pants, lurch to their feet. But then . . . darkness. The entire auditorium. And then, after a beat, a single light, upward, as upward as you can crane your neck.
From the ceiling, higher than the rafters, like it has been falling forever, a perfect cumulus kinetic, drops a circle, lowering on nearly invisible high-tension cords, planar and parallel to the great silent rising wall of audience.
It is more than a circle.
“Who ever heard of a four-ring circus?” and he’s laughing, and you’re laughing too. There, in the flesh, leaning rakishly, one arm out against the side of the ring, is Regis himself, dressed equal parts statesman and jester. The fourth ring finishes its descent, balances perfectly in the center of the third ring, standing up, opening a new dimensionality.
Regis steps off the ring, and opens to the audience. “Folks, you look great. But, I hate to say it, we’ve got some uninvited guests tonight, don’t we?”
A shrill battle cry from the audience. Like a conference of horns. Partisans. The Summer of Jeep. A fleet of new and pre-owned vehicles portends a massacre. How did Regis know? Could he smell the deals?
Regis, unmoved, steps from the 4th ring. He reaches into his coat and pulls out a tiny sword. And he turns, directly, to you.
“Friends . . . enemies . . . before the real show can begin . . . a fight to the death with my extremely small sword . . . we have to say a goodbye.” Your ear bones vibrate, even though he is speaking directly. Regis winks at you with both eyes. And suddenly, a pull, like a stage hook, and you are tugged into the air. The crowd gasps at the street magic, but you know it to be real. You know it to be his power. But you want to stay, you gasp, and Regis, ever smiling, shakes his head no.
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Out the theater. Out the main floor. Out the structure. You are pulled backward through the main entrance, and you continue upward, on an invisible rail. You hear the ringing of the bells and the cheering from a craps table and beeping from cars in the taxi line. Upward, upward, upward. You are floating above the structure. You notice, obliquely, that it is a clear night, but there is no moon, but you can see with clarity you have not experienced in years. Regis Weekend has been extended through September 1st, a Friday. But, for now, for you, the doors of the Casino Regis close.
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"What was it like? When you died and came here?"
Even in the haze of sleep, Aubrey still felt the fuzz of static in a breeze over their arms. The sun was almost too bright, dappled by the polygonal leaves of the great tree that grounded all of the souls in the game. Liminal space. Whatever this place was.
Ben sighed, rolling over to face them, pulling his knees to his chest. He was smaller here, though they supposed this is what he truly looked like. Not the face he projected when they were both awake. Freckles painted the slope of his nose, long dark lashes hiding the pale green of his eyes. Hands with a constant nervous shake squeezed around his upper arms.
"There wasn't anything. At least, I don't think there was. By now I've been dead longer than I was alive."
They rolled to face him too, biting down at the vacant tone of his voice. His eyes held an oddly empty look to them, and it almost frightened them.
He took a shallow breath. "It was cold, and I couldn't breathe. Everything felt tight. And then everything got hot. And when I woke up . . .
There was a person. A vague hollow of a person, with rich red eyes. And it didn't wave when I did, but it tilted its head like a cat. There was nothing around, I couldn't even see the floor under my feet. It was just empty. And the eyes looked at me, and I looked back. And the eyes looked into me. And it said, "I don't know you. I know everything here."
"But there is nothing here. There's just an empty space."
"But I know it. I don't know you. Who are you."
"I am-" but I couldn't remember. I must have had a name, somewhere before this. But where was I before this? What was I? All I could remember was the cold, and then the hot. And fear. "I don't know who I am?"
It tilted its head again, "You don't?" I shook my head.
It rippled like ink, and soaked into the air. Warmth flooded through me, knocking me to my knees, and when I blinked, a pair of red eyes blinked back at me, inches from mine. They had a face now. They had my face.
"This is you,” They tilted their head, “But your eyes are different. I can change everything but my eyes.”
It kneeled in front of me, and sat patiently. Slowly, I reached up to its face, moving some of the hair out of its eyes. “What . . . what happened to me?”
“Something bad,” it turned away, standing up and holding out its hand to me, “If you were alive, you wouldn’t be here.”
I let it pull me up, and hold onto its hand. “It’s so empty in here. Don’t you get lonely?”
“Hmm?” It looks up from where we’re touching, “Lonely?”
“Like, miss people? Talking to people?”
It looks around blankly. “There’s never been anyone else here. I haven’t known anyone else."
"Then where did you come from?"
It looks up. "Father," it says, eyes up and around, "but I haven't seen him in a long time.
"He put me here and told me to wait for others. That I would take care of them." It looked back at me. Into me. "That's what I'm here for. To take care of you."
I didn't know what to say. Things were coming back now. "Are you Luna?"
"Luna?"
"Our Goddess. I did the ritual, I ascended to find paradise. We were supposed to meet Luna, and have happiness after we died." I squeezed it's hand, "Is that what you are?"
It hummed. "Father gave me a name, but that wasn't it. He called me Network. He never said anything about a Luna."
So it was a lie. My stomach balled up, eyes burning. When I sniffled, it turned to look at me and jumped.
"Hey! Its okay! I may not know about your Luna, but maybe we can find her!" It squeezed my hand between both of its own. "And even if we can't find her, I can help. I can make you happy. It will be okay!" I rubbed at my eyes. My throat ached. "What's your name?"
"I don't like my name," it was like I couldn't stop crying now, "I don't want it."
"That's okay!" It seemed to light up, "we can come up with a new name for you!"
I looked up at it, and it took one of its hands and wiped my face. Its eyes were so bright, but the red didn't make me nervous anymore. "What did you say your name was?"
"Father called me Network, but I think my full name was Behavioral Event Network."
"That's a weird name."
"Is it?" Behavioral Event Network. Like it was some kind of game, or something that dad ran on his computer. BEN . . .
"I like it," Ben. "Could you call me that?"
"Behavioral Event Network?"
"No no, Ben," It felt nice. I pulled it into a hug, and it tensed, "We could be Ben."
"Hmm, okay." It wrapped its arms around my back. "We can do that."
"It made everything here." By now, Aub had propped themself up on an elbow, watching him carefully. "This tree started as a sapling, but it grew quick. It grew all the grass, filled the pond, keeps the sun up. It did all of that because I wanted it to. Made it however I wanted."
"Hmmm," Aub looked down the hillside, where not far in the distance, they could see Rosa spinning Nekko and Insidae around in circles, Dusk laying in the grass not far from them. There was no ambient sound other than the distant sound of their laughter, drowned out by the leaves rustling in the wind, and the faint melody of bird song. "It makes a lovely paradise," they flopped down next to him and grinned cheekily, "even if I know exactly what it's supposed to look like."
Ben exhaled a laugh, averting his eyes, "I have no idea what you're talking about at all." Aub giggled, hand clapping over their mouth to try and hide their grin. "Listen, I was like 12."
"I think it's cute~" they jested, warming when his cheeks dusted pink. "Plus it just makes a lot of sense. I mean, you said it was one of the last things you remember doing, right?" He hummed, nodded, and they both leaned back into the grass again. "I can't think of a better paradise than the peaceful end zone of the last game I couldn't finish."
He hummed again, softer, looking up into the leaves, and suddenly finding himself feeling small, and lonely. The grief was a duller pain when he was smaller.
Aub's head whipped around before he even heard the footsteps, and when he turned he a head of emerald hair come around the side of the tree. It raised a brow, "What are you two doing? Everyone else is out in the field."
"Just talking," they replied, head swiveling to watch it as it sat between the two of them, smiling as they watched Ben scoot over to lean into it, as it's arm wrapped around his waist. Aub deigned to lean against the tree trunk instead, keeping a respectable inch of space between them.
"What of?" It inquired.
"Just how this all started," Ben said, looking between the two of them, watching Aub as their face brightened.
"Just how you made all of this," arms blowing wide to gesture to their home, "all for that nerd right there." Ben scowled and they grinned, "Kinda cute actually. You two really are the heart and soul of the place."
Ben and BEN looked between each other.
"I do have one more question though," they held up a finger, and pointed it at BEN, "one I want you to answer." They smirked, "Who picked out your face?"
Ben's face flushed a bit as BEN answered, "He did, I asked him to give me one to stay with. And he described the one he wanted me to have."
"I see," Aub's grin was wide and knowing, and Ben jumped to answer, and instead stumbled.
"I swear its not like that-"
"Oh I'm sure its not~" they teased.
"It's not! She's just his friend!"
"Oh and I'm sure it would have been too noticeable if you gave him long red hair instead?"
Ben groaned, hiding his face in his hands as Aub laughed, and BEN looked on, interested if unknowing. It would only step in if there was any real distress. For now, it was more than content to just watch them.
#some ben lore for yall#cuz there is a lot that i have for him#and some of the moon children too#creepypasta#ben drowned#my writing#my posts#scb stuff#my ocs#aubrey hale
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thx for the tag @thunderdone !
Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. No skipping!
Sanctuary by Joji // rip this is like the only song of his ive heard lolol
Cry Baby- OFFICIAL HIGE DANDISM // i think this is one of the tokyo revengers themes
867-5309/jenny- Tommy Tutone // god this song is so fucing good
Talk- Hozier// this actuallly might be my most listened to Hozier song
I Know How To Hex You- Twin Temple// I downloaded TT's whole album after seeing them at my Ghost concert !!!!
Girlfriend- Badflower// I can't say ive actually listened to this recently lolol, i just liked their earlier edgy music
Warmth- Bastille// I think i heard this in a yt video
Brown Of Gold- The Altogether// ah, the Polygon phase. Still objectively a nice song
Welcome To The Black Parade- MCR// hahah yeahhhh baby! cant say i listen to this song v regularly considering its 5 minutes long with a slow beginning
Mami- Sexy Zebras// These fucks have actual bangers ngl
tagging! : @wormagain @quakingbirch @olympiangods @fryingpanization @supercoolclouds @ace-halflingirl and anybody else who wants an excuse to do this
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There’s a moment that every child who aspires to movie stardom dreams about. They practise it in front of the mirror: graciously thanking their parents, their first drama teacher, their favourite hamster; smiling; waving; trying valiantly to cry. No, it’s not an Oscar’s acceptance speech – at least, not anymore; it’s the moment that super-producer Kevin Feige offers you his hand across a conference table and tells you you’ve landed a Marvel movie.
Yesterday came the first reports that Olivia Colman is in talks to slip into full-body lycra and join the MCU, via the studio’s next small-screen series Secret Invasion. The news follows a recent clutch of arrivals of actresses of a similar age and calibre to Colman to other Marvel projects, including Kathryn Hahn’s show-stealing turn in WandaVision, and Julia Louis-Dreyfus’ surprise appearance in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.
Such casting choices may once have sounded insane. Why would the woman who just two years ago won an Academy Award for her grief-stricken, crumbling performance as Queen Anne in The Favourite, and who is up for another one this weekend for The Father, choose to submerge her pristine brand as the reigning monarch of British acting, both on-screen and off-, in a barrel of brightly-coloured, pop-sountracked, quippy-scripted comic bookery?
Secret Invasion sounds even more deranged than the average Marvel project: it will likely focus on the race of green, reptilian aliens called Skrulls (Ben Mendelsohn will reprise his role as Skrull commander Talos from Captain Marvel), as they invade earth by shapeshifting to imitate superheroes. Colman as an alien reptile? It’s hard to think of a more unlikely piece of casting since Judi Dench dressed up in a catsuit.
But over the last decade, a foundational piece of Marvel’s strategy has been signing-on not just fresh-faced stars like Chris Evans and Tom Holland, but some of the world’s most serious performers: inde darlings (Mark Ruffalo, Tilda Swinton, Brie Larson), BBC-drama-grown Brits (Tom Hiddleston, Benedict Cumberbatch) and awards-laden powerhouses (Annette Bening, Scarlett Johansson, and even Anthony Hopkins, Colman’s co-star in The Father, who is also up for an Oscar) have all rocked up in the MCU. Much as the Harry Potter franchise once was, the films have become a who’s who of Oscar after-party invite lists.
So why would the great and good of Hollywood acting willingly attach themselves to a franchise that one of the greatest directors of all time not so long ago declared to bear a greater resemblance to theme park rides than cinema? Marvel films are delightful but they are also frequently silly (inevitably, in the transition from cartoon comic book drawings to full-sized, three-dimensional adults leaping around on-camera dressed in skin-tight lycra suits and capes, some space for ridicule is opened up).
The studio is fully aware of this, which is why these films are comedies, but that does not make them any more obvious as vehicles for artists interested in rendering psychological depth on-screen. In 2012, Kiwi wunderkind director Taika Watiti told Interview magazine that he was suspicious of the way feature films can often “turn into commodities”. Yet five years later, his own Marvel movie, Thor: Ragnarok, hit cinemas.
The financial incentives to any actor are obvious and no doubt play a part but there is something even more valuable to someone like Benedict Cumberbatch – not exactly strapped-for-cash following Sherlock, The Imitation Game, and The Hobbit films – inextricably wound-up with those mega pay packages. That something is audience size. Avengers: Endgame, the highest-grossing film of all time until Avatar’s re-release in China in March last year, took $357 million at the domestic box office on its opening weekend.
In America, the average price of a cinema ticket that year was about $9 – that means, by the roughest of calculations, that within 48 hours of the film’s release, 12% of the population, or some 40 million people, had seen the film. An actress like Colman has not exactly been confined to niche audiences – The Crown is not a small show – but even so, the prospect of such unparalleled exposure must be seductive.
The dream of a Marvel movie has not replaced the dream of an Oscar – it all but guarantees it. A symbiotic relationship is emerging between the franchise and the Academy, as the popular reach of one feeds and is elevated by the prestige of the other. There is no better example of this than the tragically-curtailed career of the late Chadwick Boseman.
From a handful of critically-lauded but quietly received biopics (42, Get on Up), he was propelled overnight to global stardom by his MCU roles as Black Panther, Marvel’s first black superhero, culminating in the Black Panther film in 2018. Now, just months after his death from cancer, he is a shoo-in to win a Best Actor award this week for his role in Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom. The opposite of a Marvel film in almost every sense – it’s claustrophobic, literary (it’s based on an August Wilson play), and tragic – it was Black Panther nonetheless that secured him the part.
This give-and-take between superhero flicks and prestige dramas extends beyond actors: Watiti, who has just wrapped shooting on another Thor film, was nominated for an Oscar in 2019 for his German Resistance drama Jojo Rabbit, while Chloé Zhao, who is sure to win Best Director this weekend for Nomadland, has just wrapped her own Marvel movie, Eternals, which is slated for release in November.
Kathryn Hahn, meanwhile, was brought into WandaVision by director Matt Shakman, better known for directing prestige shows like Mad Men and Succession. His vision, in collaboration with the writer Jac Schaeffer, led to a formally wildly innovative show, providing the opportunity for Hahn and the show’s pair of stars Elizabeth Olsen and Paul Bettany – both outstanding actors – to flex their comic and creative muscles. Such starpower behind the camera is itself an attraction for actors of Colman’s calibre, and while there is as yet no word on who will direct Secret Invasion, there are many exciting possible names in the mix.
A few powerhouse industry figures were instrumental in fostering this mutually-beneficial relationship. The first was Robert Downey Jr, the original posterboy of the franchise. When he agreed to star in the first film, 2008’s Iron Man, it was a huge gamble – director Jon Favreau had to battle the studio to accept him – as he emerged from a wilderness decade marred by drug addiction, but it was also a huge coup. Downey Jr had just been nominated for an Oscar for Ben Stiller’s comedy Tropic Thunder and had recently starred in David Fincher’s instant cult-classic Zodiac; his personal reputation may have been in tatters, but as a serious actor, he brought chops.
His Iron Man would become the emotional and dramatic heart of the franchise over its next three phases. Kenneth Branagh, who directed the 2011 film Thor, also bridged the gap between the big flashy studio and his own thespy circle: he brought his protégé Tom Hiddleston, who at that point was best known for his British TV and theatre work, onboard to play Loki, a decision that Feige apparently described as the most important the studio would ever make. Hiddleston capitalised on rather than abandoned his roots: he approached the character like “a comic book version of Edmund in King Lear, but nastier.” It paid off: Hiddleston is a global superstar, frequently touted as the next James Bond, and his dedicated Loki spin-off show is the Marvel TV release of the summer.
Of course, there’s one thing that Marvel offers its actors that money simply can’t buy: a bit of fun. “If my actors aren’t having a good time on set, then I’m doing something wrong,” Waititi told Polygon in 2016. Reflecting on her playfully heightened performance in the early episodes of WandaVision in a recent interview with the New York Times, Hahn said that her husband said her performance had reminded him of her younger self in her college days. “I haven’t seen that part of you in so long – just you, hamboning it,” he told her. Colman, who is by all accounts is a mischievous on a film set, may simply want to bust out of those period costumes, slip into a bodysuit, and have a good time.
#Olivia Colman#Tom Hiddleston#Kathryn Hahn#Elizabeth Olsen#Paul Bettany#Robert Downey Jr.#Mark Ruffalo#Scarlett Johansson#Taika Waititi#Chris Evans#julia louis-dreyfus#Chadwick Boseman#Anthony Hopkins#Benedict Cumberbatch#Tilda Swinton#Brie Larson#Chloe Zhao#Ben Mendelsohn#Annette Bening#MCU#Kevin Feige
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Polygon has the excerpt for What Once Was Mine!!! I'm cackling it feels like I'm in 2011 again looking at "Edgy" fics or pre-season 3 and all the Moonpunzel art!!!
Yep, they sure do!
When it rain’s Tangled, it pours!
For those who don't want to click the link, I'll copy/paste the excerpt below, under the readmore:
“Well, turning nineteen means that I’m an adult. By any definition,” Rapunzel continued, standing up as straight as she could. “Grown up, and responsible, and … things.
“Which brings me to my next point: Every year during my birthday week there are those floating lights in the sky.”
“What?” Gothel asked, sounding honestly confused (or as though she was expertly feigning confusion).
“You know.” She grabbed her mother by the hand and led her over to the painting she had made years ago, when she first started noticing the yearly regularity of the lights. It wasn’t a technically sophisticated piece: just pretty golden orbs with faint auras rising up into a night sky.
“Every year at this time, the mysterious glowing things float up into the sky in the west. This year it should be especially bright because it’s a new moon tonight, which means the sky will still be pretty dark a few days from now, and —”
“And you want me to watch them with you, dear,” Gothel said, making a moue of her lips and squeezing Rapunzel’s hands. “How very sweet. But —”
“No, I want to go see them. Myself. Ourselves.” Silence fell over the room, which was also suddenly dim and dusky as a dramatic cloud took the opportunity to pass in front of the sun. The two women stared at each other, both silent: one, now that she had finally spit out the words, with a pregnant pause of hope. The other with disbelief.
Gothel pulled her hands out of Rapunzel’s. She spoke flatly.
“You know you can’t. Why are you even asking.”
“But, Mother,” Rapunzel said, trying not to wheedle or whine. “I’m older now. I can control myself. I won’t see anyone or anything else. I won’t touch anything. You’ll come with me. You’ll take me there and you’ll make sure I don’t—”
“That you don’t kill anyone else, like your own mother and father?” Gothel hissed.
Rapunzel deflated like a tower that had an inferno raging through it a moment before. Everything burned out; the soot, smoke, and heat sucked themselves back into wherever a fire’s energy came from. Ashes clogged her nose; her body felt fragile, sapped of its inner structure.
“Mother,” she pleaded weakly, looking at the ground.
“Mother indeed,” Gothel said — but what she meant by that was unclear.
This was what Rapunzel had lived with for nineteen years. The silent secret that destroyed her inside when she wasn’t strong enough to stop it. The thing that took all the color from her already tiny world, the light from the faraway sun, the small amount of air her lungs used.
Rapunzel was locked in a tower because she was a murderer.
Her beautiful, treasonous hair had killed her birth parents just after she was born, in a moment of infant rage.
The hair that she now bound, braided, knotted, and tangled with charms to keep under control.
She couldn’t even cut it off; to do so would be her death.
So there it was: endless sparkling braids of it, knotted up with charms and wishes, reminding her every day of why she was imprisoned. How she couldn’t be allowed to hurt anyone else again.
“Look what I brought, for your birthday,” Gothel said coldly, reaching down and opening up the giant basket she had brought.
Rapunzel miserably leaned over, guessing what it was, afraid of what she would find.
A fat, beautiful old chicken, her egg-laying time now passed. A yard bird of mixed feathers and heritage. The hen looked up at her, blinked in the light, but didn’t make a sound.
“I was going to wring her neck myself,” Gothel went on. “Because I know how squeamish my precious, tower-dwelling princess is. But I think maybe it’s time for another lesson on why you are in this tower.”
“No …” Rapunzel begged.
“Do it,” Gothel ordered. “You need to do it. You need to remember just why you’re here.”
As if the girl with the silver hair could ever forget.
The woman took her daughter by the arm and steered her over to the armoire, slamming the basket onto a table there harder than was necessary — or nice. The chicken squawked quietly.
Rapunzel began to cry.
She reached into the basket to stroke the bird, unsure if that was a terrible lie or a final kindness. Murmuring softly, she picked up the thing that was to be dinner. What a wonderful pet the old hen would have made—
—but one look at Gothel’s large, cold, set eyes made Rapunzel forget even the idea of asking.
She drooped, listlessly taking a single small braid out of its knot. She laid it across the chicken’s neck.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
She closed her eyes and reached out with her voice, humming a sad little nonsense song. Her mind went blank. She felt an icy blackness coursing from her head down her hair to its tips, like freezing water down a chute. Her silver hair pulsed with an unnatural glow, throwing little shadows everywhere they shouldn’t have been.
The bird relaxed … entirely. Its feet changed color first; its eyes rolled up into its head.
It died.
“Do you see that?” Gothel whispered.
“Yes, Mother,” Rapunzel said dully.
“Do you understand why you can never leave this tower?”
“Yes, Mother.”
Gothel shook her head. She took the dead chicken in one hand and patted Rapunzel’s cheek with the other.
“Darling, you know I’m only doing this for your own good. You’re too dangerous to be around other people. You’ll hurt them.”
“Yes, Mother.”
“You’ll see, you know I’m right.” She paused, her eyes narrowing.
“Mother knows best.”
#Tangled#Rapunzel#Mother Gothel#What Once Was Mine: A Twisted Tale#Merchandise#Books#Links#tw murder mention#tw animal death
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Farming Sims: an exercise in futility, and the one that got it right
tl/dr: The only good farming game is Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life and I will die on this hill.
Before I begin I would just like to say; I have not done extensive research into the actual logistics of these games or the opinions of goals of their creators, this is based purely on my own experience and opinions.
So first off, some loose education for those who are not indoctrinated, a farming sim is short for a farming simulator, basically a game that, well, simulates farming. The levels of scrutiny in the simulation vary, with some having aspects of fantasy while others delving into the specifics of crop growth and animal management. In many of these farming sims, however, the farming itself is not so much the focus of the game as is the life of a farmer, especially one living in a small town. Growing relationships, fixing up the town, getting married, getting a better farm, all of these common gameplay features of popular farming games such as Stardew Valley and Rune Factory.
There comes a time, however, that many players of these kinds of games become quickly familiar with. It can come early, or later in gameplay as your farm and daily chores become more and more automated, and the daily habit of farm chores become chores to the player as well. I'll just refer to it as the slump, as I don’t know if other gamers actually have a phrase for this.
You see, in these types of games it's all about A. resource management and B. upgrades to living conditions. You chop lots of wood to get a bigger house so you can cook better food and better food lets you farm longer and better tools let you farm even longer than that. These are not inherently slump-inducing, but you soon come to realize as you progress that there is no end. No goal. Sure you may make your farm the biggest or the richest or improve your town to the max but… then what? The years go by and nothing changes. You do chores to what, get a better fishing rod? Romance all the people you can in town just to see what they say? You’re an immortal god in a sandbox full of turnips and although there is no end, most likely you’ll just start over again, because the game wasn’t about the town or the people or you, but about all the shit you could collect and do.
Farming sims induce a strange sort of depression in me. A monotonous day to day that only changes on the surface. Kind of dramatic, but I think it’s true.
Now let me tell you about Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life.
This game is not beautiful. It’s 2003 GameCube graphics with low polygons, the music is often repetitive and lulling, the writing and translations are choppy at best and confusing at worst, some aspects of the game like any farming sim are painfully repetitive and slow, and I think to have fun sometimes you need to plug in a podcast and play mindlessly. But this game does something no other game of its breed had the bravery to do. And it starts quick.
After the first year you have to marry one of the Bachelorettes (or bachelors if you’re playing the Another Wonderful Life version, which I may mention some details from, but generally follows the same formula), and the next chapter (Chapters start with being a year long, then time between them increases, except in Another Wonderful Life where they remain one year long. It is implied that several years had passed in between chapters) you live in a larger home with your wife and toddler son. What has changed other than the size of your home and family? Well, Nina, a kindly old woman who lived with her husband Galan, has died. Galan, now sullen and nearly speechless, has moved to the hill where Nina's grave is, while a new family has moved into the home they once had together.
This immediately breaks the standard set by its predecessors and its successors. Change in farming sims usually only happens when the player initiates it, acting as a sandbox for farming and ranching and dating random hicks, but as you play Harvest Moon you start to realize this isn’t just a farming sim, this is a life sim.
The changes with time don’t stop there. As the years go by the player character and all of the people around them grow and change. Galan after a while (and helped if the player befriends him and keeps him company) comes back out of his shell as a friendly townsfolk again, only to die a chapter later. The player character, as well as other adult characters around you, slowly grow grey hairs and wrinkles. Some faster than others. Your son grows up, and in what I think is a stroke of video game genius, your son's future career path is affected not only by you and what toys you give him, but by who you befriend, what you do, and how you run your farm.
And in the final chapter, chapter 6, when you are old and grey and your son a surly teenager and all the people around you different, some new, some there since the beginning. How does this final chapter end?
You die. And that's the end.
This is the genius of Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life. Change doesn’t just happen because of you, it happens to you. People grow old and die and move away and move in and change and stay the same and when you’re old, you know what? You die too. That is so beautiful. Sure the writing can be flat and sure the characters aren’t as deep as some games, but it also has that unique feel that you can only have in Japanese games that everything going on isn’t said. Some things are just left for you to feel.
For a long time I didn’t understand why other farming games just felt off. Bland and flat and soulless, and I realized after thinking about Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life, that games before and after it had a completely different philosophy to them. They were collector and builder games, about getting the best farm and chopping wood and completing the town museum and fishing all the fish and making the town and land cute and cool and efficient. Those kinds of things aren't bad, but I felt so incomplete with them. They felt hollow.
So I kept looking, for a long time, for something that could compare. Stardew Valley is a great game, but I came into the realization that I would just be doing this, forever with the same people no matter if I played for 3 in game years or a hundred. Other Harvest Moon games, or Story of Seasons games as they’re called in the future, are just painful to play. I got the most recent to come out, Pioneers of Olive Town, and it nearly made me cry in frustration at the pretty graphics and freedom of customization at the sacrifice of everything that gives a game soul.
Repetitive chores and boring characters are kind of a given for the farming sim genre, but I don’t think any other game of its breed will ever live up to Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life and Harvest Moon: Another Wonderful Life until the people who make these games are brave enough to give the story a satisfying conclusion and make them more than just sandboxes to play in.
So, if you have some time, and some patience, and want to try something a little different, get *COUGH*emulate*COUGH**COUGH* Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life (or the special edition version since it shortens the chapter time because DEAR GOD THOSE GET LONG AND DULL), and tell me what you think, because while I talked about some of the gameplay aspects, I have not even mentioned the half of it and its characters.
#talkies#long post#harvest moon#harvest moon: a wonderful life#hm awl#harvest moon: another wonderful life#story of seasons#stardew valley
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Gothitelle!
Gothitelle!!!! The Astral Body Pokemon!
Okay, so like. I love space. I love stars, planets, galaxies and that’s part of why I love the Psychic-type. The Psychic-type is heavily associated with space, likely in large part because of space’s association with astrology, which in turn is associated with predicting the future – that’s what the Psychic-type’s all about! And that is Gothitelle’s main premise – its ability to read the future using stars. Possibly even more than that, though, I love goth aesthetics. Particularly pastel goth stuff, but any goth stuff is great! The fashion, the vibes, everything. So you might be able to guess how I feel about Gothitelle.
Unfortunately, if you’re under the impression I probably like it quite a lot, you’d be....wrong. I don’t even really like it at all. Screwed up, right??? It hits so many notes of things I love and yet ends up being something I like so little. Its space association pretty much only comes from the dex, even, and it has virtually no spacey-ness to its design. Like, look at Jirachi and Cresselia! They’ve got the spacey headresses going on! Solgaleo and Lunala have the galaxy faces! Lunatone, Solrock, and Starmie are basically just astronomical bodies! Where’s Gothitelle’s space stuff?????
Besides how it doesn’t represent its space association in its design, Gothitelle just isn’t visually appealing. It’s like, a tower?? Or a multi-tiered cake??? But in black because goth. Not like, goth goth though? More gothic lolita, hence the bows. Which like, still a valid aesthetic, just one I’m less personally partial to. Though, I think the real issue here is how it’s humanoid enough to not feel especially imaginative, yet still polygonal enough to not feel anatomically believable. I’m also really not fond of the bright red lips or its weird, indescribable “hair”. The one aspect of Gothitelle I do appreciate is its eye shape, which communicates some wonderfully grumpy vibes – they’re probably some of my favorite eyes on any pokemon. The bright blue color is a pleasant, striking contrast to its general dark coloration too.
Anyway, beyond some heavier space flavor in its dex than the typical Psychic-type, its concept isn’t even that unique. It can see the future, sure, but isn’t that pretty normal for Psychic-types? It feels like there are more Psychic-types that can see the future than there are that can’t, honestly. The dex does dwell on the ramifications of this a bit, though – apparently Gothitelle may use its ability to see its trainer’s lifespan, leading it to cry in sorrow. Which like, everyone’s gotta die eventually, right? Though I guess a pokemon wouldn’t really know how long humans should live for. How long do pokemon themselves even live??? Have we even seen evidence of them getting old????
Gothitelle’s shiny is alright, I guess. A lighter, cooler black and deep magenta eyes. Maybe not an extreme difference, and they could’ve changed the bow color too, but it’s aesthetically appealing nonetheless.
But yeah. I genuinely want to like Gothitelle. It’s a solid concept! But like, it’s just so aesthetically underwhelming. I don’t hate it or anything, and I certainly respect those who do like it, but like. It’s not for me. Hhhh sorry for the mean review :c
Anthropomorphic wedding cake/10.
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[This meta probably will be under better redaction in the following days since I wrote it in a rush before going to sleep] Well, it's more than clear that when the name of Nine Eyes or Eyes of the Nine appeared, we were going to see all that stuff that Taliesin said was thrown into trash because Molly's death. In fact, I can't stop thinking in Molly and his relationship with Dunamancy and Astral Sea stuff here. Specially now that I've just watched the episode 110.
[Details ahead due to length]
Let’s start.
Nonagon now has a clear meaning to me. I was not reading this name in latin before simply because Matt says in his interviews that he tends to name things and NPCs just by the sound of it, inspired in other languages and contexts, of course, but it's usually more an ear-thing or a rolling-the-tongue-thing. Now I believe Molly's previous name doesn't follow that rule: Nona is the latin prefix for Nine, and gon is side or angle, like in “polygon”. Nonagon would mean a geometric structure of nine angles. The other artefact we know in Critical Role following a geometry like that is the dodecahedron; a 3D structure with 12 sides.
Dodecahedrons, also known as Luxon Beacons, are artefacts of unknown origin that storage souls for further reincarnation through the process of consecution, and they are powered by Dunamancy magic. Because of this relationship with this particular school of magic, it gives to living creatures a “fragment of possibility”. The images it gives to each person who sees into it is about time, about the infinite different time-planes that such person could be. It's a moment of overlap between time-planes.
Dunamancy and the echo-spell we saw that Essek taught to Caleb, show that there are multiple time planes going on in every instant, and with this magic, you can pick a shadow or echo of yourself to use in this plane. So, the dodecahedron works as a link to overlap different time-planes.
With this in mind, I can't stop thinking that Molly was “like” a living “dodecahedron”. He may have been an experiment of someone (we can go into this later) to storage souls, and hence his concept of “being a sacrifice”. We never had great reveals about this since he died early in the story, but relating the concept of sacrifice to an experiment subject who keeps replacing his soul is not a bad metaphor.
We also know he died before and his body returned, like an empty shell. His previous soul was gone, and he had to craft his own personality from a big blank. It's like the process he was under was still being polished. The person experimenting on him wanted to create a vessel, whether to let souls being transferred into him and work like the Luxon Beacons do in order to have “immortality”, or like a link to another planes (not only time-planes, but space-planes); in short, a welcoming vessel for creatures beyond this plane (I'm going to retake this point ahead)
On the other side, we have the concept of Molly and the Gods hidden in his tattoos. For this link I want to bring attention onto Molly's tattoos:
“Between his shoulder blades rising towards the hairline, he had tattoos of an eye within a pyramid, illuminated by another eye above it.”
This seems to me a symbol of the Knowing Mistress, but she is being observed or guided by another. There is another entity eye-related that seems to be higher than her. Or maybe is a patron from which the Mistress pulls her powers?
“one eye on back and palm of his right hand”
The eye on the palm is another symbol of a Deity: Vecna, a Betrayer God that prefers to hide the knowledge of the world in opposition to The Knowing Mistess. The eye on the back of his hand feels to work in the same way that one in his shoulder blades: There is another eye over the deity. An observer, or a more powerful being over the symbol of a god.
“A red eye tattoo on the right side of his neck, on his right shoulder.”
Since there is no much description about the other eyes and tattoos on Molly, the only deity I can relate to the one on his neck is Gruumsh, another betrayer god who has a symbol of an eye crying a red tear.
I don't know if Uk'atoa could be placed in these relationships, since he is a “god” depicted with 3 eyes on its head and many in its tentacles.... but Avantika had another interpretation of it: a serpent ouroboros with Nine eyes. This creature is not a god, but it's quite a powerful entity (maybe as powerful as Vokodo, who had only 4 eyes. Could the eyes of the entities mean the level they are? how powerful they are?). Uk'atoa was a creation of Zehir, the snake god, which is also a Betrayer God. Detail to add: Molly had a snake along his arm too. But again, this last concept maybe is too much. I discarge it even though I feel there is a lot of repetitive symbols.
So, I go as far as I can, and I would say that Molly was deeply related with gods, and who knows if his body was an attempt to craft something like the dodecahedron but for gods or similar entities (aka astral creatures). I'm not meaning Molly is an ancient experiment like a pre-Calamity creature. No. More like a current experiment of someone who found an ancient (pre-calamity) book or (pre-calamity) lost knowledge of how to do such things. I mean... it doesn't seem odd that someone, exploring those weird Ruins in the North of the Empire or in similar places where the prosperous floating isles of mageocracies fell, could have found the recipe to be immortal and experimented with him?
Hallas is a living proof that it's possible; certainly he was pretty close in succeeding since his recipe consisted in “transferring a soul to a jar” (quite a beacon procedure) and he only failed in finding a “vessel” to receive his soul after the many clones done with the tissue of The Laughing Hand's heart. In that sense, Molly was the perfect “vessel”, working perfectly in receiving a transferred soul. The Luxon Beacon or Hallas' jar seemed to work much better in the procedure of “storage of souls”.
So, Molly seemed to have a body “touched” by the gods, marked by them, or more like a big “Pillars-of-Eternity-gods-are-only-more-powerful-creatures”, a body that could work as a link between space-planes. I say this because Molly had these 9 eyes on his body that were impossible to be tattooed on them. It's fair to think that this is not mere magic but an overlap of dimensions or scars from the convergence of different planes. We saw the rarity that comes from it: like the waterfall rising to the skies in Rumblecusp, or the strange tower cut half in the Ruins with sarcophagus of the isle as if it could have been cut off from the planes. It's the same kind of oddity like the lava rivers in the North of Eiselcross. They tend to be explained as “weird powerful magic”, but maybe it's just singular points in the space-time of Wildmount that seems to connect different planes, and in such places, the unexpected, the impossible, happens. This impossibility of writing over Molly's tattooes makes me think that his body, cultivated to be a vessel, could be also touched by extra planar spaces.
The few creatures we saw that came from these planar spaces are the Astral Dreadnought and Vokodo. About the Dreadnought we can't say much, it was shackled, and there was no gravity around him (another sign that maybe Dunamancy is related to magic from another plane). It's not minor that the Dreadnought had its eyes covered. Can the eyes of these creatures be connectors to the planes? Are the eyes of these creatures the source of their power?
About Vokodo, it was clear that he was escaping from where it came from, and all the Rumblecusp arc was a proof of how god-like these entities can be in this plane. So, to think that maybe some Betrayer Gods are in fact entities from another plane escaping from that weird city, or some Primal deities are watched or connected or receiving their powers from other planar entities (Molly's tattoos of eyes over Deity symbols) doesn't seem weird to me. Therefore, preparing a vessel to take a “safe” form in this plane could explain Molly's body as a vessel.
Taking the point of who “revived” Molly... it seems more than fair to think that it was Vess DeRogna. She had a book that allowed certain procedure on Molly that left him “dead”. This was the experiment I was talking about. DeRogna, as a person looking for ancient knowledge, having access to a book that who knows if it is not part of what these mages from the floating isles left, activated something in Molly that seemed to kill him just to wake up later like an empty vessel. No wonder why the Assembly, once they had access to a beacon, started to understand it faster than any hedge mage in Xorhas. They were already aware of how this procedure could work, at least, to a certain degree.
Another unnerving thing that keeps track of the “vessel concept”: when Jester sent a message to Cree and she said that she did not remember her... I had this idea that Cree lost her soul. Like it had happened to Molly, Cree returned like an empty Vessel. The name of the Gentleman should have meant something to her if she only truly forgot about Jester. Matt never rolled a die to see if she remembered Jester or no. It was decided beforehand that Cree was not going to remember them... and probably, not even herself.
So, in short, Molly's bits of story that we know seems to lead to the concept that he could have been a living vessel for living creatures (nah), betrayer gods trying to materialise (doubtful) or astral sea creatures trying to escape their plane (I'm pretty inclined to this hypothesis, since we saw in Vokodo that there was some shit stuff going on in that plane). If some particular person submitted Molly to this procedure full aware of its goal or more like a procedure hidden in religious dogma and rituals or simply out of curiosity is hard to discern.
We do know that Dunamancy allows that process, since the dodecahedron is a real proof of it. We also know that Dunamancy works with time and gravity (things that shift a lot around astral sea creatures) and it's probably an ancient magical school left by these lost societies of mageocracies that fallen, in the form of artefacts that were target of religious devotion by the Drow. But it would not be strange to believe Dunamancy as a magic that comes from the Astral Sea.
I believe nobody knows anything about the Nine Eyes because this is something out of this plane. Only people dabbling in astral-sea stuff could offer some light on the matter. Therefore Hallas is the only one we know that could. Or any Githyanki or Githzerai, but so far, they are non-existent in Critical Role so far I see.
#critical role#mollymauk tealeaf#meta data with a lot of sleep#hope is clear#I needed to express all this before going to sleep#cree#cree gave me all the creeps#vokodo#Uk'atoa#dunamancy#beacons#betrayer gods
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