#like yes commit fraud but make it gay

[daeluin]

@andlightplay you don't understand fake married for legal purposes is my favorite au and it would work so well for them. it's like that tiktok of the guy who married his buddy to get paid more at work? like pete's all like 'me and patrick we have been committing marriage fraud for years & we get paid so much more and i buy him nice things and i just have to tiptoe around the fact we're not gay' and someone goes 'well you can be married to a man without being gay' and he goes 'hey. fuck off. i love him. i love my husband a lot'

[wishful-thinking64]

HH Rewrite Related Post #04

The final results from the 2nd poll are in and the winner was... 🥁 🥁 🥁

Hell's number one porn star, Angel Dust! While he was my favorite character during the pilot days of Hazbin Hotel, I wouldn't say he is now as a lot of what made him a like-able asshole character in the pilot isn't there in the series. My grievances aside, let's get to Angel's character sheet! ________________ [CURRENT NAME] 🞂 ANGEL DUST BUT DOES OCCASIONALLY GO BY ANTHONY & ANTONIA. 🞂 Has basically been going by this ever since he arrived in Hell as he refused to continue to being a mobster, quickly taking to sex work to make quick cash and get to live a more “exhilarating” life.

[FORMER NAME] 🞂 ANTHONY TARANTELLA. 🞂 The name Anthony means Priceless One and Praiseworthy whereas his last name is Italian for Tarantula and, yes, Tarantella is an actual last name that Italians can have albeit an uncommon one.

[D.O.B + D.O.D] 🞂 BORN APRIL 1ST, 1913. 🞂 DIED DECEMBER 24TH, 1947.

[AGE]🞂 BIOLOGICALLY 34. 🞂 CHRONOLOGICALLY 111.

[GENDER & SEX]🞂 BORN MALE. 🞂 STARTED IDENTIFYING  AS GENDER FLUID BACK IN THE 90S. [SEXUALITY] 🞂 STILL GAY.

[ETHNICITY & NATIONALITY] 🞂 AN ITALIAN WHO WAS BORN AND RAISED AS AN AMERICAN CITIZEN. 🞂 I’ve written for his parents and older brother to be Italian immigrants who came to America looking for safety as tensions between Turkey and Italy during this time were high due to the war and there was a lot of social outrage within their own country during the early 1910s. I imagine that Angel never got to visit his home country which is something that deeply upsets him as he knows that he’ll never be able to see Italy’s beauty outside of photographs.

[SOCIAL STATUS] 🞂 CONTRACTED SINNER. 🞂 I feel like Sinner’s who have signed soul contracts would be below regular Sinners as they aren’t seen as someone else's property and still have control of their own life. Cause let’s be real, Sinners who’ve sold their souls away are often treated as slaves.

[CRIMES COMMITTED IN LIFE FROM LEAST TO MOST OFFENSIVE] 🞂 TAX FRAUD. 🞂 THEFT. 🞂 B&E (Breaking and Entering.) 🞂 SMUGGLING. 🞂 MONEY LAUNDERING. 🞂 SUBSTANCE ABUSE OF BOTH ALCOHOL & DRUGS. 🞂 EXTORTION (mainly opted to use threats but would easily resort to using violence if threats didn’t work.) 🞂 INFILTRATING LEGIT/GENUINE BUSINESSES. 🞂 FRAUD IN GENERAL (specifically counterfeiting, check fraud, mail fraud, securities fraud, and loan sharking.) 🞂 TRAFFICKING (typically involved in drug trafficking though he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t involved in any type of human trafficking at all.) 🞂 KIDNAPPING. 🞂 TORTURE. 🞂 MURDER.

[SINS COMMITTED IN LIFE FROM LEAST TO GREATEST] 🞂 LUST. 🞂 WRATH. 🞂 GREED. 🞂 GLUTTONY (I put Gluttony as the number one sin since I’m still having Angel still die from a drug overdose just not from PCP.)

[OWNER OF HIS SOUL]🞂 THE DEPRAVED OVERLORD OF LUST, VALENTINO. 🞂 I’m unsure of how the show is going to explain the reason behind Angel Dust signing his soul away to Valentino but I’m having it be because he was ultimately promised protection from other demons as anyone who decided to mess with him would have to deal with Val. Alas, that doesn’t mean Angel is safe from Valentino.

[PROFESSIONS] 🞂 MAIN JOB: PORN STAR. 🞂 SECONDARY JOB: MODEL. 🞂 He does mainly work for Valentino as the man owns his soul although he does work for Velvette once in a while and is even regarded as one of her top models.

[CORE PERSONALITY TRAITS] 🞂 ALLURING. 🞂 BOLD. 🞂 COCKY. 🞂 CRUDE. 🞂 DEFENSIVE. 🞂 FLEXIBLE. 🞂 LAID BACK. 🞂 OPEN-MINDED. 🞂 OPPORTUNISTIC. 🞂 PROMISCUOUS. 🞂 SNARKY. 🞂 TALKATIVE. 🞂 VAIN. 🞂 WITTY.

[RELATIONS TO THE VEES] 🞂 VARIES DEPENDING ON THE PERSON. 🞂 Angel’s relationship with the Vees truly is a mixed bag as he hates his boss but with Vox he’s on neutral ground. He likes Velvette as she acts as his (better) second boss and number one gossip buddy and the latest addition of the group, Vanitas, is the one he gets along with the most thanks to them being the most reasonable and level headed.

[REASON FOR CHECKING INTO THE HAZBIN HOTEL] 🞂 HIS LAST APARTMENT GOT DESTROYED IN THE MOST RECENT EXTERMINATION AND HE NEEDS THAT RENT FREE ROOM. 🞂 It totally isn't tied with him deeply missing his younger twin sister and secretly hoping that the hotel actually works so he can be reunited with her.

[THOUGHTS ON THE HAZBIN HOTEL & IT’S STAFF] 🞂 THINKS THE HOTEL’S PLAN WILL FAIL. 🞂 HAS VARYING THOUGHTS ON THE STAFF. 🞂 The staff member Angel Dust was the most positive/receptive towards upon his arrival at the hotel was Lavanya. It wasn’t because she was the Princess of Hell (though that certainly plays a factor into it) but because of her optimistic outlook for her people. She genuinely has hope that some of them can change their ways and ascend to the pearly gates. He thinks it's sweet despite it being foolish in nature. He’s pretty neutral on the rest of the staff minus Valoris. He does not like her and she does not like him one bit. _______________

That's the core information for Angel Dust and I used he/him pronouns for Angel throughout the character sheet because genderfluid people tend to use one set of pronouns at a time and not multiple pronouns at once like a lot of people seem to believe. Years before the pilot Angel Dust was going to be gender fluid until Vivziepop thought that information didn't fit anymore. Also the reason I said I wouldn't have Angel pass from PCP is because while PCP was discovered in the year 1926, it wasn't made aware of the public until the year 1956 under the name of Sernyl where it was marketed as a type of anesthetic. In short, there's no fucking way Angel died from a drug overdose on PCP. Another instance where Viv didn't do the bare minimum of research because that information about PCP took me all of two minutes to find and that was solely because I wanted the exact year from the 50s where it was introduced otherwise it was a twenty second Google search. In any case, next I'll do Valoris' character sheet since she got 2nd place in this poll. Thank you to everyone who participated in the poll and I hope you guys liked Angel's character sheet!

[adhd-merlin]

Merlin S1 rewatch: episode 5

here we go! again!!

today we are watching the Lancelot episode. just a few random comments because. I am so very sleepy and I deleted the first draft by accident.

A nice little episode all in all. Nice set up for an incredibly sexy recurring character. Some nice foreshadowing. What's not to like?

• I like how this episode opens. Merlin picking mushrooms, looking so baby. Eyes full of awe and wonder. Looking like... like he's never seen a mushroom in his life, in fact. Anyway, something very cottagecore about this. Fairy vibes.

• Also he's scarfless? For much (most?) of the episode? It looks like early in the series they weren’t so obsessively attached to Merlin’s neckerchief as part of his character design

• I love how Merlin doesn’t even try to use magic against the Griffin. He just falls on his back, shuts his eyes and goes, “Welp, guess I'll die”

• HOW DID MERLIN CARRY LANCELOT BACK TO CAMELOT

• “Ever since I was a child I've dreamed of coming here. It's my life's ambition to join the knights of Camelot.” -> Guy who's spent his whole life dreaming about becoming a knight of Camelot doesn’t know the first thing about the job requirements

• (No but really, the funniest thing about this episode for me is Lancelot’s utter shock at finding out only noblemen can be knights. That's, like. The first thing about the knights of Camelot, it seems like. You’d think he would have done some basic research beforehand. But that's also how I apply to jobs so I won't make fun of him too much)

• Merlin is such a hype man, “LANCELOT THEY'RE GOING TO LOVE YOU!!” This is literally what he says! He’s adorable.

• Merlin's acting like a kid who's found a stray puppy on the side of the road and is trying to convince his dad to keep him. “He’s great, you’ll love him, I promise. He won’t be any trouble I’ll walk him every day”

• MERLIN: “He's saved my life” / ARTHUR: “That's blown it for starters” -> ARTHUR IS FUNNY. I just feel the need to point out that Arthur is funny, actually. Especially when he’s being a cunt.

• MERLIN: “You're not a nobleman by any chance, are you?” / LANCE: “haha, good lord, no” -> someone didn’t read the job description 👀

• The way Gaius pointedly glares at Merlin after telling Lancelot he’s sorry he can’t be a knight… Like, he knows his son might be tempted to do something stupid about it (commit crime)

• I did not remember Lancelot’s tragic Origin Story!

When I was a boy, my village was attacked by raiders from the northern plains. They were slaughtered where they stood, my father, my mother. Everyone. I alone escaped. I vowed that day that never again would I be helpless in the face of tyranny. I made sword craft my life. Every waking hour since that day, I devoted to the art of combat, and when I was ready, I set forth for Camelot.

"Every waking hour since that day, I devoted to the art of combat" -> Yeah that sounds like a sane and healthy way of dealing with the trauma of losing both your parents and your entire village in one go, well done my boy

• Merlin looks SO proud of his little fraud scheme! BE GAY DO CRIME

• Seriously he is such an instigator! He says, “DAMN THE RULES, THE RULES ARE WRONG”! But he can see Lancelot’s obvious reluctance so he’s like, “We're not breaking the rules, we're bending them” HE’S SO SNEAKY I LOVE HIM

• This is such a basic narrative trope (if it even is a trope) but I love first meetings of characters who are going to become famously important to one another. I'm talking, like, Holmes and Dr. Watson. Or yes, Merlin and future King Arthur. There’s just something about it that I find delightful. "They don’t even know!! They have no idea. But I do!" This is about Gwen and Lancelot.

• Such a cute Meet Cute™. I love the way it plays with what we know is going to happen. Even if we don’t exactly know how it's going to happen in the series, Guinevere and Lancelot’s romance is the stuff of legends. I love their obvious and immediate mutual attraction. The slight awkwardness. The foreshadowing! “I'm not a knight yet, my lady” / “And I’m not a lady.” NO YET, BUT YOU WILL BE!! AAAAAH

• I didn’t pay much attention to it the first time I watched this episode but Lancelot speaks in such a formal, lofty way compared to everyone else. He literally sounds like he walked out of a book of chivalric romance. "I faced it myself, Sire. Some days past. I struck it full square. I wondered how it endured"; "Arthur stands in mortal peril", like WHO TALKS LIKE THIS. BE NORMAL. But it never crosses the line into being obnoxious, and I love how his character is defined through his speech as well as by his behaviour. Well done, writers.

• LANCELOT: "Are you two...you know" -> Lancelot wastes no time in checking if Gwen is on the market. GOOD FOR HIM. (I like how Merlin finds the idea of dating Gwen literally laughable. Bit harsh, that).

• “She seems lovely. Guinevere.” / “Oh, yeah. Yeah, she is. And the best seamstress in Camelot, I promise” -> MERLIN THIS MAN DOES NOT CARES ABOUT GWEN'S SKILL AS A SEAMSTRESS OPEN YOUR EYES YOU SILLY CHILD

• (But no, to be fair to him, he did notice)

• Arthur just... just BITCH-SLAPPING Lancelot out of the blue is actually hilarious. He's a comedian and he doesn't even know it.

• Merlin still acts like a bit of a teenager with Gaius in this ep. When Gaius discovers his forgery of the seal of nobility, Merlin tells him, “if you wanna punish me for it, go ahead” and then walks off! I’m sorry, this is a teenager acting out against his dad.

• Merlin does seem to be still testing boundaries with Gaius, but in a way that's an obvious request for reassurance, too – later in the episode he asks him: “Do you even care what happens to me?” (!!) And back in episode 1x02, when Gaius said, "What do I do if you get caught?", Merlin asked: "what would you do?" Insecure teen behaviour. Please Gaius just tell him you love him!! (He does tell him here, thank God).

• The broomstick fight scene. Much has been said about it already. The rituals are, indeed, intricate. Something so homoerotic about Arthur’s attempts to poke Lancelot in the chest with his stick. What I want to know is – did they know? Did they know when they were filming it that it would look like this. Like, was it deliberate

• @sapphickittykatherine it’s not much but there are some hints of Morlance in this ep. During Lancelot’s knighting scene, Morgana looks at him with obvious interest and asks “Who is this man?” And also later at his celebration (I’ll get to it).

The celebration scene! I love it! I’m gonna break it down into parts:

• “You played God, Merlin" -> I like this line. I think Gaius put his finger on an important character trait of Merlin’s here. He always means well, but he can be manipulative and controlling. Not so much here, perhaps, but it does emerge more in later eps.

• Not Arthur looking at Morgana with incestuous intent 💀💀💀

• “Tell me, do you think her...beautiful?” / “Yes, Sire. I do.” -> Another favourite trope of mine – two characters talking to each other but having two entirely different conversations. A bit like that cursed scene in the Disir, and with Arthur just as much oblivious (actually, could someone tell the poor guy what's going on. just once)

• Meanwhile, Morgana’s making sexy eyes at Lancelot while biting into a… cherry? I can’t tell. Some kind of sexually-connoted fruit, that’s for sure. I love how she also looks murderous while doing it. Praying mantis energy.

• Merlin and Gwen’s conversation is so cute. I’ve said it before but it’s giving girlie-and-her-gay-best-friend vibes. Look at them! They are a woman and her gay friend sitting in a bar, exchanging notes about the men around them. Over drinks. The way Merlin encourages Gwen to commit mischief too! “OH YOU ARE NO FUN GWEN. COME ON, JUST PLAY ALONG. WHO WOULD YOU RATHER F—”

• Arthur or Lancelot? I think I know what Merlin’s answer would be. At least at this point in the series. (Hint: it's not Arthur).

• “I think our Sir Lancelot might have eyes for you, Gwen” -> Merlin playing matchmaker already. I love that he’s noticed, and that he’s trying to push these two together because LOVE MUST TRIUMPH. He’s such a romantic.

~ END OF THE CELEBRATION SCENE ~

• Oooh no, Lancelot’s ruse has been discovered, SIR YOU’RE UNDER ARREST

• “You are not worthy of the knighthood bestowed upon you. You never were. And you never will be” -> possibly the worst thing anyone could’ve said to Lancelot, SIR PLEASE STOP YOU’RE BREAKING HIM. CAN’T YOU SEE HE’S ABOUT TO CRY.

• All I can think about when I see gifs of Merlin talking to imprisoned Lancelot is, “it’s okay hun”

• It’s interesting to see S1 Uther so unwilling to accept that the creature they’re trying to defeat might be magic when later in the series he will relish the chance of accusing anything and anyone of being magic. ...Growth?

(The bisexuality of this scene. Off the charts.)

• It seems to me like they were setting up Lancelot to be more of an important character that he ended up being? I mean, he was important, just by virtue of being Lancelot, but he was in a grand total of 6 episodes. But, I love that we can see Arthur’s obvious attachment (for lack of a better word) to him already. A bit like with Gwen and Lancelot, it hints at what’s to come – he is destined to become Arthur’s favourite knight (I know people like to say that it's Leon, but I think it was Lance. And after Lancelot's death it was Mordred, eventually. If you must know.) I love it, foreshadowing. You can feel the future hanging heavy in the air.

• I didn’t remember that Gwen and Lancelot met again and she begged him not to go and I think they should have kissed here

• It’s so funny that while Merlin’s trying to master the spell to defeat the Griffin, Gaius goes, “Don't worry Merlin, we have plenty of time” GAIUS NO YOU LITERALLY HAVE LESS THAN 2 HOURS

• Actually this is a thing Gaius does a lot, telling Merlin he can make it when the chances of success are pretty slim, which on one hand is very sweet, like I get it he's being a supportive dad, but on the other hand it's also... setting Merlin up to be HUGELY DISAPPOINTED if he fails? I don't know, just something I've noticed in other eps.

• The scene of Lancelot killing the Griffin is actually pretty cool? I like the glowing blue spear (how did Merlin think Lancelot wasn’t going to notice) and THE SOUNDTRACK!!

• Merlin's PURE JOY after Lancelot's killed the Griffin is SO adorable, you just feel so happy for him. YES BABY YOU DID IT!!

• I love the parallel “You did it!” scenes with Arthur & Lancelot, Gaius & Merlin, and Arthur & Uther. Very nice, big fan of symmetry

• Gaius’s pride when Merlin comes back victorious is so heartwarming. I’ve said it before but I'll repeat it, Merlin and Gaius’s relationship is possibly my favourite in the show. I think Gaius doesn’t get enough credit for being Merlin’s main source of love and hugs during his Camelot years.

• “The Code bends for no man” / “Then THE CODE IS WRONG!” (!!) -> SAY IT LOUDER MY MAN!! S1 Arthur is so vocal with his father about what he believes is right and wrong, we love to see it

• Lancelot saying he must prove himself worthy of being a knight – of course, he might have been holding the spear that killed the Griffin but he wasn’t the one who actually defeated it, and this will not do. He must now abandon his life-long dream of being a knight and go fight strangers in a cage for money. It’s the only logical next step.

• LANCE I LOVE YOU BUT WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

THE END!!

next episode is... one no one really cares about, but I really really liked it the first time I watched it so. hopefully it will live up to what I remember :3

[anonymous-chicken-was-taken]

Hello, are you still taking asks about your WIPs? Because I am highly amused and therefore interested in both "THEY'RE TURNIN THE FRICKIN FROGS GAY" and "Franziska loses her mind because her father tries to commit probate fraud"

I am yes!! Thanks so much for asking btw I love yapping. "THEY'RE TURNIN THE FRICKIN FROGS GAY" (all caps crucial) is definitely a veryy far-off one cause it's low priority, but it's an Amphibia oneshot idea I had. Basically I saw that Matt Braly low-key like... nodded, I suppose would be the word I'd use, at mutual post-canon Toady/Toadstool and I was like. What??? Like we all know the toadying sidekick has a crush on his boss that's the way it is Waylon Smithers paved the way for that but it's not typically a relationship that you see reciprocated, and either way I'm really interested in the evident shift in their dynamic in the epilogue, so I figured. Hey why not write a one-shot about the character development they undergo between the finale and the epilogue and figure out how the HECK that relationship even works??? Still don't know since I've only written like one sentence. But it's there!

Now that second one! Idk if you've read my marvelously-titled fic "Hey Google: How Do I Tell My Cartoon-Watching Buddy We're Half-Siblings" but when I was writing that fic, originally instead of just boxes in the attic, Franziska was going to read MVK's will and find out that he'd attempted to commit... well, probate fraud, and bequeath Miles' former belongings that his dad intended to leave to him to Franziska through some loopholes/bribery. And Franziska was gonna figure that out and be (rightfully) extremely pissed off, which was gonna incite Edgeworth reading Gregory's will, shenanigans ensue. But then I realized "wow this is actually like a really interesting idea and could stand as a fic on its own with a ton of themes and events entailing from it and not just as a plot device" so i extracted it and decided to make it into its own thing!

[libidomechanica]

It is a stopped: the blow, or bright: such heauen gan overcharge

A ballad sequence

               1

Naming thy nature formed and therefore?     Fresh-quilted colours flings, colours they had killed. Put off     your wise conduct of a

Court; in variously Enclind,     had joys no date nor age no need, they days like a winter     hath melted into a

very set smooth Descent. It is     a stopped: the blow, or bright: such heauen gan overcharge. Would Steer     too night of the spread around

from my revenging heart, has     she dies. On both attends, few ask, if Fraud or Force with my     tongue silly poet. For

each is a pit of shame struck     Sylvander’s flow, sun and there was the sky will be the friend scrawled     like asp with Nymphs, whose to

weep, and spectre-thin, and murmur’d     like Charles very careless of the Keyes betraying this     new-made lord, and the Land.

               2

Which, well for ever will make     Elysian shade. At least some wind drove I cannot see what I     might restrain my Hand, and

sere, my timely, nothing, and canst     read,—and knocked at every green, and lovely dost thou love thee!     Sudden you return, that

givers of your faith, and leaves but     little droop and more he was grey, and a mulberry grow     by the cars will go by.

               3

But ah! But not my good will,     invisible. We were and with mutual affect. Your only     was near, till on thy face, whose chace from this man’s face was     better that hover round and abash’d with wine. On the space     saints will be, as fortune.

               4

Feigning a strange it was to Cheat     and daughter of time’s sequel; and kissing singly to decay:     and every stone to

our aged eye finds sympathy?     Nor are ye worn with a most comment upon the woman     a’ her with broad Sabre

next, a Chief that Gaudy Flower     has met wi’ the quaint—strange she sharpened condition to keep     my vow! All night, and gay,

so they look’d back, the Muses’ blood     were thou that made him to much of Hearts after sorrow is,     but no dice;—save that watching

past erased island I awoke,     and childhood will fill for ever cheerfuller? Who hateth     as the award had

been reform, peace, and more sad, because     that dreamed black and I am now, With Time’s injurious     Consequence? We could

you hear your self of what to make     up now a sainted. And every blot, and losse of heaven,     and to play on me some

Female Lungs, sighs, bespeaking, gave     Consent; and Peals of youth that hover’d o’er her Head. Display     yourself into a

rivulet fall to Nature’s will, gude     faith I swore; for frowning Honour blest, so Heav’ns changing they     that liberty commit

a pleasant meadow-land, the Glance     Sir Fopling upward rise, round and round understood. Till on     Earth, thy disencumbred

Soul mounts up, dread repose: her breathe     what to make them were advantage of those whose chace from the     tree; the hungry general,

awful far the Gown; or, had the     ravisher displaies his bloody crusades, knew the swain return     employ, far other

side; at length my fate; tho far     unable to prevents my WIshes, and leaves behind no trace     unworthy of the Star

Chamber’ than once you have done so,     then courts of kings were ran a simple Rustic to a Cunning     noose for blood to Life’s

a Sphinx. No bad example of     twigs and Queen; who rule the terror crept behind as many     covers, children waved their

fashion is, but not soil thy praising     himself in witness the learne of Lorraine; but talent     forth, I would free, began

to moan and shady grove, and     Eloisa loves. The Pow’r—Hail wayward Queen; who rule the Skies. Best     and painted maid: but hoped

she wrung, to change their Ways, and linger     in the Justice did Joyn, the Victor Spade! The sweet love     contemplation finds an

altar whence came, and suck for home,     from the imagined us. In lilies a few, not for     the slopes and faith, our ears,

even abuse the Pleasure, be     it ill or save. But Destiny both amazeful     solitary, as thy life.

               5

Rocking o’er the Board with me here     in the rose-bud’s the brake. Small arguments on the floor, his     brother’s eyes and silver

planets the dancers lean on their     Face, he stood like ye, then mine, and Halberds in the Bores and     withers that in the twilight,

thro’ storm and Order blaze, while     clog’d he been contented Air seems to drink the moral     inebriety. Betwixt the

Tiller’s care; not so much successfull     Youth, by thy beauty indirectly seek roses of     Blood, the governed by voice

will take up now a congregation.     Stealing under they shine before him, who my song.     Unawares, unless I knew.

               6

You and I will pretence,—come, turn     the crier cite the childbeater is so. Let not long she     guests, or transfixt with

familiar was all his race be right,     as hinting Fears, call Jebusites to ring, and tooth’d to     be found, and that Death and

Behold! So they never know it     not; but when I was declare. Else, why should or should have found     such a wistful eye; the

sedge is with Pulci omne tulit     punctum, quae miscuit utile dulci. So, lest if a     word: at Longbow was done

its garlands of pure good and fitted     Israel for a moment in sutures. A Father’s guilt     their Hands are full: we can—

you can’t hear the Destructive     icicles, as thou away, for no more than Loyalty were     bright of everything the

seasonable month endows the     garden lake I stood, while worth to roam. The world and images     should rob their father

has met wi’ my Phillis, has met     wi’ the queen o’ the Praise effect in the dark, and enticing     lies! Foreshadows the

wife was the Sheriff stern religion,     and snare strange it was there. Must I bee still, complete, you     and nature of the more,

o’erwrought soul for they look, or hers     whom nakd the Temples twine, the Victor from a leper in     his own, and ruin Kings

in vain. Thy pyramids built and     plighted him day by day, and sighs to raise up Common     Interest soon with trees: if

only I had better likes her     empty shoes, thy brow, so soft, untarnished out for a     reminiscent of blessing

fate, warm in your brains, how change     their Priest have little hill, deafening the music lest it should     have rest, I shall foredoom

of Foreign Lands reckon’d, and     their hospitable to the meadow kit foxes crave them     all. In currents thro’ the

faire outside in the shades of love     with one lifts by day, and arts with the beds were walking on     that waits for Sin had enter,

and prepare in their Duty     at a discontent; the very capital, its prey. Thy     gowns, were his Eyelashes

wept Blood—Search every human heart     shall beautiful the weariness, or transfixt with those, whose     rich Repast. Through its food

serve the Prize: the People grew less     a Stake the British Queen, and onely Office read, to     constitution bed. Our

only almanack. All must be     dieted with Foes? It will take up now a saint: the Sands, to     boast that title springs

of a flame that said son at college     has no allegiance to view the steed; and lovely beam     a lonely spirit pass.

               7

The white or keys of Paradise.     Thus, wicked but with Vulgar Sprights be in them were all holding     earth with your charms that

shame alike, the housed under a     strong impression was faint, and sacred veil, the Bravest, and     turn himself shall live! And

is the Plot, which did she else that     laden are with a friend? By their Ear. Saw, and bye The Shah     foreshadows. And, knocking,

me molested. He sets himself     shall I lose for they fall silently we went round me roots     of relish sweet Fled is

thine happiness;—but as a Nun     breathless with Reproach’d me against all other souls in pain,     my pain disclose here,

wherefore I plaine, and there burst forth     creeping Train, draw forth another ring, for hearts with long     descended race, and long by

the Stars by Night her mantle mard,     where frozen mountains, on music we thought had bredd, and wound;     some when they repose: her

breast. For whatsoe’r descents continual     tears. That Pan with inborn worth, conceived and thirdly,     confines the Beau reviv’d,

a Plot is made by Mrs. More     solemn, as an owl, not ardent Lovers it down at zero,—     lo coach, charioted

by the Storms; but ah, poore my piteous     haste to common flame to be free, there am I now?     Tender Lambes, that had

disappear—the obsequious     landlord hath its will with redoubled hate, if not what, or     assistance the condemn’d

whole century dead; would you have     claim’d him with the pale Ghosts, nor Proud: his long Canals reply’d     was high-born, wealth, but lack

of my wailing, and cauld     Caledonian views can grudge; the lily! But we ride, in     You are themselves we lose.

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For all in shiny black Despair:     he only instrument of youth went yesterday he was     spitting, in chief resource

was thy letters trembling for each     morn for ever once offenders, ashes, dust; love in a     valley, crown’d with the Muses’

blood to bless this thy nature,     sovereign mistresses. In this era, for in it self grow’st;     if Nature swears its fruit!

How else but their own time—or in     communion table where nothing maid in a convent than     after; present then,

unnumber’d Throngs promis’d land—or all     a kiss, they durst not beware, was Juan a recherche, welcome     guest, in hope no reason

for their fountains, save Love’s hate behind     the witness Corahs place, a rabbit mouthed erased islands     to ocean lights me.

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Whom David’s mildness of Grievances,     two names, that made the Flash of Day! The knight, or winnow’d     by naming thy narrow views to Things, what care I,     aristocratic in the wise, oppos’d the door into his poet     lies: such I might fade.

My day of youth, alone, for well     your tongue be still, but take his Sins, be stopt in Vials, or     the dead, the truth, hers by th’Effects the Stars by Night; or suck     it up, it will to Honour, and of Son; swift of Disgrace.     A dove, my lost his Place,

but straws the feet. I hae naething     of the Laws should touch another he would spoil are made his     care: retires himself then she would see how our living grace     is that Love, and the pastoral eglantine; whose breed: lordlings,     and love the way, for

the richest Tincture of electron     waits the best. He shoot: but grim to see is that day has     Spain had he beats his Prince d’Amour here. That I am Love,     as she spread thee of the water even thou minion claim;     in years full dominion

of Man! Was in his palm, like the     stand. Prayed, mad mourner will cling too. The tree grow. More attent     to be King, at Gath an Exile with endless permutation     to reade in their secret bowers? A third interruptions,     a people whom, shunning

as it erewhile made     to fair and gnawing gout. The quiet in its place, a rabbit     mouth’d again, without accusing your advice could I     on others bore to Godlike Kings run down, there! Round her grass     unbidden preserv’d t

once your failing: think ere youth, tell     me with Sword-knots strive and Taste, while some frailer spies, when my     Father’s is the green: she had a mother who kept his post—     to meet no more but better side. Sojourn here alone here     and more he may cool; but

ah, poore Night, in yon deserts? One     human form diviner Lust, his fate. May be though it hath     no vines, blushing knives, there all his kindness by thy picture     or my pupil pen, and, for a common-sense! What blood, said     he, I tell the fort, cowards

grow, and tempt the housed understroke;     and to tempt th’ unequal task! That she is made     foolish heart, head, while the vegetables stopped: the People throat.     In the leaves our frailties which thou shalt be more shall I called     the guessed along by strewn

flower—may Lord Christ call forth his     white virgin thread was spoil’d; she made game. Full o’er tree or to     sea in a beauteous stem. By bidding o’er the Glance by Day,     the vegetables stopped with Pharoah found him whose worth thy love!     Not weigh I, who their wives.

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Abhors the unshapeliest, meanest     worth thy shoes, thy beauteous stem. And bow’d toward the lights, dawn,     late actions all agree,

are the crystal Dome.—I cease to     weepe. To change to ventures for ever and half the right; in     content, submit they cried,

when you reached across me. Whether     than so, ah let me walke with strong sun? It eats their Witnesse     well he knew the world rush’d

by on either freight Upon the     body’s lord, nodding o’er the pen in a forest-trees branches     yearning just enough

to speak again, or how, or where,     then can claim; in years the rest on? Of Muses Hobbinol,     thy gyfts bene euery

where winter drear, of in-door comfort     or consolation! From lips like my shadows. Ah God,     that in my sight awakes

my love immortal must be     well he knew ’twas a time in midnight march on nor be prince     of the suffring Saints succeed

to give away into the     fine summer and the birds sang of all my fortune take their     Mind, how soon fit Instruct

the heart shall forth one agrees? For     that from him keep me hid. Vast and hid him in certain light;     so was he knows no ebb

to its brink, and open for the     bloom of fifteen, parent as if after all her Art, an     Earth in which missing? My

hands of wedlock to be receives     its way, fretted the terrain around his limbs go lame! And     drew behind the fracture

love may smell: but in will, of thin     disguise: Achitophel still time. Love, free from pain; thy louely     Paris changing the

way we talk to each other wept,     but not seem strange; the way, by nature to Madness near ally’d     to Israel was

unworthy wight: as shee. Fame: but, ah,     Desire. Doth publish every thing he loves, my love inspir’d,     resign’d the Pole’s not

one than the shepeheards Tityrus     is deem’d not by our feet wide-swerv’d upon his fate for     which gives in Face. Yet, if

the Crystal Dome. Or falls under     thee again I would have asked where else I fynde: the Sanhedrin     and she beams have this

man we love. Pope says, greatly shone     whereon it must kiss that is, ere midnight parson, posting     bird feet as drowsy numbness

pains before I will pretend     a Call to one shilling you vomit into each other’s     fame: but when Exchequers

flow; soft as pudding, slops into     nature to Madness of Love. At dinners gave Ear, and     crocuses, and outcasts a

dusky melancholy years, to     steady Skill commence in wide Circumference is there also     have you, Our life is love?

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Of careless ocean’s flowers with     ceremony meet pour’d on his face a moment at one     was, cursed in this desk and

saw and ivy buds, thy captive     state has done with you white, empty, pure good Husbandship. And     ugly, wished-for years, those

stranger Cause, yet Comets rise from     your face; where most firmly proue. With some all then but in their     part who like you, two clear

your last war, more blesse their ease repeat;     which mishap this use I make, be thy looks now, breeding     many woes,—at least, I

said to it, your self should have not     kneel to pray for the deaths than anyone: that’s to commits,     when Offers are done, and

round the more. And their praise; till a     silent sea, and blood to blush o’ my Phillis, has met wi’     my Phillis, has met wi’

the queen o’ the ground. Nor, till thirty     servants to the metaphysician, who did not your     belles and wretched mankind

as you grew light gatherer. These     were better selfe, yet still at least, they heaped they woxe, and Lethe-     wards had sown: with heavy

gate, by all forget thy narrow     views remove: o no! Love alone, lycius was endowed with     fire upon that likewise

I make; where no sooner than new     loveliness. Devil and Jebusitick Crimes, continuing     in complicated

machine. The flag stuck on a     hue fierce Tempests and is now one polish’d, and as molten     the beldam at his worldlings

try: but with the presence.-Gazing     again among bird feet of leaves hast never will your     Honour kept his poets

sing, the shining Case, and yet most     beware of each other, husband to thee, and, like a snail,     so small intricacies.

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Unworthy of thine, and the friend!     ’Er-gang ye. That Eloquence itself will not so; he break.     But, for the pelf with show��rs

wet through he love that we most English     root, and we forgot, to make. Or would come away. Then     share thy power. Because

its own gray with thirst: for the twilight     is payment for the night: each streets anonymous; which     was Rome’s stood and love.

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Echoed yet with such delight. To     guide a Throne of thy hand, so this with a Sigh retir’d.; His     business of Rebellion

may be though his deferred. And oaks     as olden as the power dost hold Time’s injurious     in the portal, but Love

is best that seat of gracious age,     had not a Maying. Down the pastoral eglantine; there is     nothing but false Achitophel

was first love call; all mirth?     Busy brain, and makes the bridegroom another pious Hairs,     which He who had to swing.

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And I and sheepe about to publick     Good, add to that noysome gulfe, which, well founded and some     men make no others buy;

some stern high cloud they should dry as     a dandelion seed- pod and that, the Rank the face beneath     thee round, when Flattery

convey’d in happy I dare     uo do! Upon myself with Horace and play to please, not     scornful Virgins hymeneals

sing, though Opprest the altar     rise, stain all I felt, what could you return; and purer her     feet to dance addeth to

his store; so thou, my dear; she still     is large and stuttering on the very difficult birth,     but false to men in baby

clothed, to cast the Thrifty     Sanhedrin long despairing! That pray’rs nor fasts itself how time,     ere lead his judgment of

blossom in pride has, which were brib’d     the Soyl been freed from Court, the Nations stand, and sweeps o’er the     lambs before boarding youth,

tell me my off’ring far peace of     Life, yet thus, that I adore. Love first Ferment, down that oft-     times truculent—but never

told of the sun’s declined, which     before boarding your visions form a strong in these dinner.     Let my foes choke, and

Providences crime: yet not locks thus     in White, the general Good depends on my breath had sung of     the rank grass, and Spoons is

crown’d, their first by this be error     and cold autumn cometh, as thy guilt, and Momentilla,     let us be marriage.

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A family-likeness to it our     naked trees, sycamores blazing through her coat so     astounding any Sorrow. When he tries to weep! And dreams in     thine that thou damn the Lock,

that he lies has Spain had heart with     no pain, with so dull a cheer that made a home of limbo     I keep a black Despair, resent, Lords to its imperious     landlord hath its will

with reconciling ray, and I     see your painted shell, a turtle geometry in Boston,     a metal trinket from a leper in his     disobedient wife. The hallow’d

with Martyrdom did Stephen     grace and juicy. And your ankles into the silver penny     to read and brush what we found? Thus through a woman a’     her will you run aground.

And they were, he knew the visions     of miles away, then each house declaring; the secret     known that it self into a deep cascade, and led the Morning     Stars by Night; or suck

it up, it will more low, mounting,     Rhiming, Drinking; besides the maids young and obeys. To dwell     in the call back its treasure they think that was harsh and blackguards,     like the stroke restrain

my Hands: the Good depends on his     Hearts steps are slave of them. Out in that noysome gulfe, which thou     see’st the Nurse and came a ruin: side by side. Her Hand, and     violet? And Titan on

the Sentence, we repair, as long,     they read, or the others end: again subsiding, hang o’er     the human history attests that by your generous, resent,     Lords A. Sudden, there

had been embroider’d King who shows     of praise. Then the blood? Present of blue we passe his who     till depending to joy, although I never writ, nor mix’d     with dayly suit: his Lawfull

Fame, and my mouth with its too     hard I’ve dark night that in the midnight I’ll pluck you lost. They     that remain, while those among, the rightful scream. So perfect     past a futures on strops

of mistress, make me thus, my Katie?     They dined on mince, and nothing love is best. Possessions     form a sorry I call the sky full of dewy wine, will     work night with desire.

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A wedding ring, if you say a     long we have dreamed on the monstrous eye, so strange charms made itself     will make Examples

of plants that touch’d, so lost as mine     in the Face of sweet as drowsy noons, and sighing, dumb despaire     my sunneshine day,

setting through the evil ear, for     each mortal, but doth beauties flower, and the brutal ravish’d     Hair! Naked of Friendships

holy band someone shipping     of his Fate foresees its way, for none can sing both her Son     in her hull is letter.

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Her voice, her hand, like leaves are weak in seeming, Juan’s     youth, I bade the man had killed them would pursue; nor envy them, where winters. The Lord, and     water, yet receivest by wilful

taste awhile, the People always premising that     Jury-men may be constru’d Youth more than hope to find, see the smoking Tyde. Around: the     clubs no man spoke so long! Love that weeps

and love. Up the Hall, and crocuses, and infest     with despaire my sight; least, if no vaile the Prize aspir’d: resolve on Death, or Conquer than     anyone: that thou, O cruel banker,

for her husband’s counsel may your true: things were fix’d,     the thing they loved me?—Was the dancers dancing in the gen’ral Fates, at will for to tame,     the right, and through that fiend the cool waves

of Death all-eloquence itself: while I am     she who saved you. Was made, which, having beside Thee; and I steer you please; and curst be Pawn’d,     and thy breath; and Generall Shout, proclaim.

He does not signify; no sonar with their     seed attention of lords and with diminsh’d lightfote Nymphs, whose eyes can scarce could every stone     to quotation can a Patriot

stood Ill-nature of private and red. Who were, since     this cross: but he doesn’t the ewe have lived for a withered oak she left to solve the harp—because     I cannot well he knew what he

speaks so well, but thought commission. Of your eyes hath     found me her woof, her texture, from afar: each held an infant Grandsire wore about a     liquid bed: the word, the holy things

were full of bright-beaming street stall., Writ over the     sun, fair creature? But ryper age such peers in thee, view the world forget the flood. Diverged.     To irrigate the demon Poesy.

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—Death will last fields to take the speckled     and pride demurs when pitche, nor hopeless Lycius answer.     Stood like a single un-

green shell. And thou Monumental     Brass: high as the loves, yet each man, in a shoal; for if     they might? I most happy.

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All sorts of Lust, so haggard and     all they Chose, god was then please, that throb, Eliza, is thy     plaints! An old temples; no

sooner starve their Brutal Rage. Shake     on a bed, not all they fall silent deep-disguises of     the way without pretence.

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Or hear too simple, fire-side thine.     In gazing her tongue: on both amazeful solitary     vice, and tumbled Beds,

or caus’d her Mother Plot they must,     and than the shivers bare and lightly do inheritance,     hath given as yet the

violets, which He who had deliver’d     well befits, for when Monkeys breathe. To steal the human     form diviner Lust, his

fathers are Reserv’d t once     everything shut up and upon the day appears; barzillai     crown’d with their Bonds to break,

soon forgo; who bawled the fair form,     and tumble and Love all pray in the star. Here represents     thro’ the stands disguise, tho’

mark’d by none but quick beat: come out     and said, or seedling the dark, silently we went, griped all     to ear, to draw one Breathless

ran a stretched with their Life     predestin’d for my Muse and for Show. I could tyre a well-bred     Lord t’assault on one nice

Conduct of a brazen bell. Tho     to a home; here sighed the other pageant that awful arches     make a gentle warbled

alone. A librarian     in Calcutta and angel to me yon lone glen o’ green     faces seemed to see him

lie: no need to fair and happiness,—     not like conceal, disdain— do all the Israel hope, nor     winding witche: and survays.

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They dined on mince, and sunburnt mirth!     For thought forth, I would be plac’d his ease. From coste to constitution     bed. On this use I make, what can mine eyes? Of the     stately music drop here unseen, are ever on to age’s     cruel grown, from thence thy

kindred of her Ear; with Oaths affirm’d,     with other’s Ball? And wind-flowers pale Light did lend fresh-     quilted colours that we knelt before my life, am I.     This meant to lose, and treble Voices strike the sun as balm     for anothers bore, and

I lost you, i’d have to walk     … if simply as well: and patience, looking down in fear and     seem’d to shine, new as his time he had heart he cheered, and downe     dyd lye. Who will not destroys: and all are mistress be, or     low, or when men Aspire,

by force, but perfect kind; but fire,     the corners when in a Bodkin from her eyes to wondering     me, what cannot last year, thither side; lonely spirit     flew, thin glittring Dust. And the rest. With the Day, misguide thier     Way, thro’ all the garments

doen, which, having was dead was     summers exalt their steps aright. Or to life? The knights be     in them warm, instead: he had heroes and praising were held     in mortal Wound. And gay; but when they hurriedly they kept     their sabbaths here, where the

holy sits, and nothing else they     will shine upon my pillow, breathed with Guilt, and mid the pointer     rang, Not Death, but also suits my rhyme. And only tears     shed would melt a harder heard of Sin had caught by that reseeds     itself to part, my

Katie? This head, and labyrinths     his Son, he rais’d for men? Farewell, farewell! It was lighted     our cells, is meat. He had loved well—a man so various     Times, with shining Case, and here and fair ordain’d to     With life for even then!

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Smiles that tender name; and the streams.     Monarch which the sad heart to me crept: my feet to dance from     am’rous Ills betray; for

who can be harm’d, and whiten in     her breath; the sough and some lips in holy sits, and sithes     I blessed the boats of Fate.

Coal, and which prison-wall, to tell     the longer line, where’s not Time’s injurious and kissing     so goodly sun: and

tell vs mery tales, to keep     my passage cast a glow upon myself and Juan in the     show’d him from rose-or myrtle

letter, to make him an     Appendix of my heart leaps at the vision, nor ride a moon-     white steed; and once a bowl

of apples stopped clock. The business     was, but was agreeable, opening and turned in my     hand; and Peace, and Shock had

giv’n himself should have for aught so     speciall grace a Lady’s Bed, while David have no redress;     where their boots. May widows

wed as oftentimes to frighted     him lest himselfe, or even th’Offending smart, and o’er-worn;     When hours have a nose, one

with a little ticks are like a     brow. Whilst systers nyne, which is in request: ’twas a time do     I not thy songe the night.

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If thou wert made his father—none.     Breathless manag’d it so well to wall. Fain would be—a sunbow’s     arc above my face, bringing it was to Art, her slave,     no bad example to looked upon the fleshly screen? Because     to music till her

down till he cannot cheat and drank     thoughted, how oft Ambitious Hands more blacktailed hare: how     then, in azure vein wandering round the Topic over     intellect, that Change the fates, severe, and by natural joys     as lightly trailed its raveled

through the thing already lay     behind the vacant Brain, while prostrate Ace. The dark, silently     we went round unthinking thee not mortal on the slave     of State. A bridge, scorched by some cross’d, and heaven, the great     moralist, professional;

and to play. Cannot bind: if     alterning things of a Forgiving power, then I knew that,     as time for his mother, as I watch’d my bed its luteous     stem. So still men adore, and Nymphs, whose spotless that mine owne     woe; so ample eares

as neuer good society     were nothing else that which were those who walked the rites were. Command,     than issuing for good. And all the glass like they: Henry     and tempting looks as Heaven, the weight: tell good Barzillai     thou canst—and let not

locks thus in White, the end, but we     ride, in fine. Silently way, when t was ice, about Madrid,     constant Card: first Ariel is my loved well—a man     should so abide? To love that will, of these his Age the wave;     their potency. And as

this to give us there and moon’s     noon: but God’s Son died for good society? Fame runs before     thy scythe and to thy swete layes. The pitying Audience     melt in Tears, by Phœbus was endowed with nimble feet might     as Visionary maid.

From either have told them something     died, gone to bring its carbon monoxides, by silk seats     insphered table, circled Green, or Virgin! But still he     can make no care O my America! Turning weeds, or     fleeting years as the hearts

after midnight and gave grouse till     September. As yet to flesh must first and gave grouse till     September. Our bed to reade in the cause be of youth grows his     back, and of this! Which is, that she hath was made bleede, that it     went: the various ways,

as stronger than so, and running     Man of Dreams in abundance addeth to his Throne by night,     or console: and shadows. The patching up. Not this be heard,     the Whistle blew; the Gnomes direct to tell us women     what the skill. Retort the

face&see with a Sigh, she raised to     shield, which soars and caverns shagg’d with my hand, on the beldam,     who by moonless night, I will soothest Sleep! Since the chase, so     animated that, oft I hear, I heard the wise Celestial     day. This house receive

you as Champion of whose eyes     shine, new as his feet did turn from the beldam, who my sole     self! Trust not much importune convergences. Fine to our     Father’s life-giving Kind. Very clever, young pigs, over     crisp hairs, that Universal

Call, to thy grief, and your Father     dearly rue! And drink my answer’d must be civil!     Everyone knows where I was dreaming from his lips of death.     Invited elsewhere perhaps than David’s Grace: with more he was     what is love of common

liking, as in his body     destiny and Patriot yet, but mine own. They drop in Show’rs     a bright eye, thou mightest Eyes, and brush what else they their sabbaths     here, where now no azure mirth, it kisses, and often:     after Heavens Anointing

imitate his cause I had     been by need their Bound, and at the chair, did thus allay’d, trembling,     while I conceal’d. Echoed yet with a swordsman, such a     placeman. Thus loaded with the depths—she travels by dead     reckon, where you in ioyes

remains, of sprites, admire. About     the Snuff-box justly vain, who was a—duke, Ay, every     shepheards deuise, in him alone, foul demons that my Power     to ease my musing melancholy sister, daughter     Are Negligent or Weak?

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And once in a while. We understand,     and Peace, and in its mad pompousness, she sees, and leaves     my head is in seeming

witche: and all the kids had not less,     the Whole; no ground; blue Neptune stop’d. Betwixt the latest of     the Word with their Pinions

can pursues the sun, the moon wrapped     in brown length grew less aversions, arising so close; by     the end. Than when his you

made. I reach the sand again, with     eyes of marble looming hope, gay daughter knit into each     other’s fingers though our

gleanings both evening smiles, miles     away dyd wype. Some of the too resplendent sun hurries     the Diadem he gives;

and Juan, like a race, and limped down,     and were they love or to Time’s hate, my Arts have a bouquet     in my view? Or rode a

nag which when long behind no trace     the lie’ and the name awakens ev’ry side, faints into     knots. My wife, but seized, and

with like a misguide their Liberty?     Fortune and trembles at th’ approaching the owner’s     tongue silly poet.

Opening and to my new cells,     where there’s a voice behind the swallow’d walls repelled the     lines and this words; at last

I guess; and, for that vanished: and     Laws are kept in the bay like a lattice wrought for your Gowne,     or pass the Pyre, and

I do sweare, euen by teeth of flame     shall be read, to constitution bed. This no beaten road?     Ye Sylphs thro’ mystic Vision,

and the wife and darkening, black     Melancholy years, the Blest: heaven just proved, vast efforts     with contemn; but Manly

Force, or zeal, love and more and     intellectual deeps in buoyancy afloat. And where was     spoil’d; she made green, a fable,

song, or rehearsed their Bonds to     buy. For ennui is a good which him whom three figures     on the proof how well as

I: for he will streams be free, ah!     Saints, by dying accent driven back, and saw no footprints,     glistening next she fills the

sex’s prime by unequal Ruler     of our own neighbors, going about at a discontented     steps walk’d in thought in

we went into the man with graceful     Actions fully show all the annals of full many     a kissogram. But all

things from other than your painted     meant by the daffadowndilly, white and Jove had opposite     sent forth a Series of

felt crept by each lucid pannel     fuming stood with the men! The real fish descends: the God-like     David did from a cup.

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I wish to God I never love     lose no more; by shame, he lies, the length considering sky     with his spring. But Fate avenges arms Shirúeh with light     the Prime renews: and as

she is Simplicity’s edge, looking     backward by those who, Pope says, greatly his opera’s stray     dogs began to rid him from my cheek the Roses of Blood,     the hollow door, and stronger

than thou my blessing injury,     revenge who lead thee for my Safety shok; and fierce kiss     my mother, soon floats into a shadow where all damps and     more am I now deduce

these Prodigal of Ease? And     leave my youth, quick, let us goe, while you sung; and, by the     Guard of Gold. Or unplaced by their lives, whom Just Revenge inspire     to behold I fell

a-weeping orphan saw his fair     unknown had not spend revenge did the other doctrine     of the Pendants of the line and life is goods, to wake to     all she played their praying:

few Beads are made no sign, we saw,     slow perhaps his forfeit when they sped the Wing, hang o’er the     two youngest loved me, and see an attic-crib. Old monasteries,     dearer to my

new cells, where Wigs with the year; one     day more by rank and brain persisting well to these Labyrinth     you all who looked upon the terror of their dusty     urns sepulchred, where is

a strange flower: o, for another’s     eyes where no peoples pleasing with Pride; how happy hour,     nor I for fear the Melton jacket: lynx-like is his aim:     besides ten thoughts by a

clear your brow: no, no, this slight, stray     dogs began to be set down too, with a shaking hands to     Water glide away, spreads her Head. On one nice Trick depends     on my Forgiving up

to Foam, and the sound the papers     yellow meadow kit foxes crave the knight. The rough a fen     of filthy darkness grope: we did not plenty and thus, my     Katie! Their servants are

in Arms to join, each Band then his     foible, but given in the whole like the bed they heaped the     hand his start up, the Harvest of the river twitter, captain,     knightly passe like

a sleep within his guifts; his favours     light and some would be always did adorn, that so its     inner sight: his Lawfull fear, love that weeps both evening-star,     alike, and my wandring

Wealth, but for any bitter wine     upon a sponge to me, dismounted chastest square of two     distance lover, what we see doth moue. ’Er with the dull Hebrew     Ballad in your wrist

is not Hobbinol, thy gyfts bene     roughest heart may Lord Christmas weather on the morning,     we find all Breathless, urge the fool, and make no more than hate’s     known; arms that I stay’d, answer:

There, whose eyes and pierce them freely     move: so though they have to ask the great moral lessons,     the Visions, like awe, that is t but me along wilt thou     thyself respected to

own, tho’ half his Fate more black night     danc’d by their warm Desire. In secret Truths are the blest     with a lover sure heire of Greatness is a Godlike Sin.     One morn was clouded, but

the terribly afar in the     rose call alone—that troubled hands with my Book, in middle-     aged to much profane communicate to none. I grieve,     shall be paid to it, your

Friendships holy band someone shilling     your ring? Therefore say not alone dismantling the least     not beginners gave Ear, and out a sigh: the matrimonial     seal, with anguishes

with Flavia’s Busk that gray-beard     wretch! The most affects the dreamy urn; farewell, like the     crimination to silken rows of the Blaze of dull and gowan     lurk, lowly, unseen,

with quiet we sat an Abbey     whirl’d the sighs, plaintiff lose thee! Fools abound, from thee, fury,     now fainter, streams to the current of heav’nly harps she did     love, that a cadaver.

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His warlike Absalom, ambitious     Youth, ere time shall I repine? When, where, truly, to look     of the suppliant should any

meaning, you may be more gracious     commence not win who plays an encore. Full on thy lip,     and languishing may have

over us like a prophecies     of this words; at last fly to such a soul intent to     sound the boat where Thou, sad

Virgin’s Cheeks are the cause, as judges     on bounteous of thine, by staying put according to     faithlesse Rosalind, and

power is there: pale Anguish keeps     throughout, as from them achieve them all. Heaven was in a     pleasure find; but fire, and

spiced woodlands, wherefore these secret     known; tell us, and ocean where late to be assembled     as he slept too long,

to reclaim her will his will shine     that while decline, which the window, hollow mind the bitter     than necessity compete

in me no steps proclaim, a     watchful with the other noble mind is filled the sky above     your Friends remove, and

Love, and curs’d for all he flung the     wind is worth thy shoes, thy words you on the sky, and strong fingers     thought, a buzzing in

despite: and let’s goe a Maying. In     a dream I saw the People which our head moving is strange     flower, and threat the throat.

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Table, to be called it a jewel.     I am naebody captive Queen-Moon is changing at     the Velvet Plain. It may

not Israel. An aching ghost. But     those of our store: and nothings lost on Earth a Vitious Ray.     May seemed light; the crime to

sport invite the scenting to Build     and unfather’d, two Leg’d thing hard or harsh kisses, and in     it live. We trod the Vision,

and hear again, and not, but     was a fortalice, as the swallow them I burn; and scrubbed     the under a chin, the

sea, and beauty as their kindness     by th’Effects by try’d, or let him but leaves behind. Hiding     its windings that quiver

to remove it. And that fester     smell far worse awhile the Sufí; a Road whose plantations     into a lute. To let

thee most sweets grown in its place, that     every shepheards God, and inspire to know that’s our dayes: whose     halcyon days; unwrapping

wall is calm in thine happiness;—     but as a mandarin finds sympathy? Her wild sad     eyes—so kissed than the sun.

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Out of a windy night, thro’ the Praise, who taught himself:     when Nature, and frozen chastity. Pretending from the censer fed with another     always in his little heap of

burning that still exuberantly budding warmth     and Dread and stretched the bewitch: leaue me thus, my Katie? We talk to each on each hollow     mind the bitter lot that every

alien corn; as she is near; ’ and a thing the brake     and those years, taught my heart of gall, is fancy’s springs had now begun to the Lord, and     mend their herd of brutes, the horrid

warning to be but under the Hall, I am     here at the Sylphs withdrawn at the woods. Sunk were dead and retards: already hear thee, the     gloom crept by each padlocked drops of midnight

Masquerade, or e’er touch’d, so lost are all holding     hand in my eye, pant on the base misery in fire, and dignity, and maidenly     transgression, who can rule all, maz’d,

confusedly, and by each sweet many a day:     our Authour sweet kisses smooth’d itself enuies your hand that each, as he well-sung woes will     then be notorious reason. White,

empty, pure good ships sent upon this cross: but hope,     and God from all ill well shows, kill me with Conquest find out thee life; reserve of your food     we had cross the wild. His Memory

loved more he spoke in jest: for they sent a million     perfect past a future good old wife lay smiling die, not able to thee with earnest     Eyes, and Sweetness void of Pride. That caught

us in endless permutation makes it bleed     in vain, and though his vertue lame; that Paradise. Sicker, older and alien corn; No,     seeke some life and dark latrine, and notes

each tongue, these presence. Am I thus cruel knife, That     heav’n, and lyeth wrapt she bends that this be heard, some lucky Revolution of a Court; in     various Tempers can heal: and

Momentilla, let us goe, while throne, frugal for     the great carouse knocks hard essay, or Sleep-dissemblies, who better side, faints into nature     intervening the two thousand

brief, and wanton, like Thunder roars, Heav’n! May seemed like     a Lyon, Slumbring its worthiness of wine, begun to make him an Appendix of     my arm that xylem thickens in the

truth. Lord Henry, who is my heart, Belov��d, who     can content, mission, cruel grown, I have borrow’d this new feeling. Light, flye to my too stormy     state, tO sell the same—because thee,

my father comes near to spell, or paid the Cross my     eyes I feed a flame played, nor plant I it from comming neare those laws destroy thee descend,     and a Chair. Hath the bonds of her Ear;

with other’s right, and the number of the house. In     Friends came a youth; one has when in act to rally the clubs no man ever such sleep in     the earth in the Fightingale, so

do I move my silence seal’d. Plight me; while Nation’s     self might ruine him to the terrible to the danger over, and interpose, waves in     Garbs succinct, a trusty staff, not half

your feelings in their ancient Race, are, as when there     had such a soul regains its peace to sleep in some stern with proud palace-floor, and Memory     wakes the pensive Bed, pain at her

Altar’s side, high as they find to Fate, and when Dancing     in you, Come, we’ll abroad; and there a grave off this was written and the Lady’s Bed,     while the beauties to them for pity?

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Some this demon Poesy. Ropes on     their mad Labours of fair cheek trembling, whose weary us;     and trentall sung. All

Empire is difference is that cause     thou usest; but today a coffin, as he well-sung woes     will through the report. From

thence, like Christ enter a room to     the gardener’s gloves slips through verdurous gloomier stain her     Charioteers caught and gay,

so they trod a saraband: and     thee. My fingers and reluctant moon back to the garbage.     Where are seen you more, more

Yankees than a maid, and pray’rs depend,     and tooth’d to be going their dear delights that doth farre     the wasted time I see

the spruce, its resonance just as     the learn from heave. Tired of an old song, with starting Teapots     stand of Nymphs at home!

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Which adds new Glory to the     dismantling the leaves the elite’ of crowds; who pass this at all     the dawn grew fair some shady

leaues from her eye. They thoughts so     sweet beloved sweets inclos’d in Power away. This     justified, about to pull

up every source of unresisted     Course, retire and tough Walebones crack; heroes     and Spoons is crown’d, bright and

dead surrounded thus she sipp’d, the     Nation, nor did her husband, friend hath found to sell, and worst     times show it, the Shadows

the multitude of any worship     and for crime. The glasse, or heart—slower, to which working     out of rock. Come, let us

pay, then the world aught so fair.     Where to sustaine thought her fav’rite Curl away! Nor darkling     with Bacchant coronals

along with unripe cones each house     declaring; the shiver; and a small knuckle on my pacing     tranquilly, when loud

Hosannas rise, and mild as open’d     in yellow face of a softer ripples, much declining     Age, so much of Hearts

from the lake one long years told: the     many heard. While I enjoyd that his own: but sure twas     necessary, and let appear,

and Memory wakes a deadly     Bodkin Spears, the same. Who ever an end. You are the     pas—the Duchess of a

Clouded Cane with easeful Death,     but large, so sweet showe, they never known, since first struck Charles     from your boughes doe flee.

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When on Jordans Flood: unfortunately     Brave to another’s way: but with the publick storms     of law, was last retreated

ease. But in the cellar. The     Doctor gloats, and loathsome to see, nor ever wear. Dig deepe     with to-morrow. In such

words the light is past a Jest ⸻ nay     prithee, Pox! But I was dreaming— and methought I was still were     stand secret Russian mission,

and rapp’d his Cause by learning     forth all your last word, why, what we are. In the longest grape     could I descry such? Where

I fly, to slack these place, whose breed:     lordlings, and long China shook with eyes of love, my lost their     wild and ugly, well or

yard, nodding Tow’rs, the Ground: the     Proclamation marks kissing since the Vision grew the Interprets     Motion of the evil

ear, for each other serious.     My idle spring. Let fair Heads the Prince he Mourn’d, and     that tender lighter shine

betweene the full of Angels from     the sleep. When I exhale, to draw fresh each bright clouds; or paper     told of the Sun, he

rais’d in vain. On the shade the cars     will Swear, till flesh without doors, and lost, dispose unto the     Owl, You elegant fowl!

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Not that dyes a marble floor; and     some deplore what time I sat alone. With evenings spade. Thrice     from this fair Day, which Hebrew

Priesthood in the upper life’s     great Grandsire or a Titian, who was cautious as reserving     still the Number of

the loved philosophy and a     Thumb subdu’d, just to David’d Rule Jerusalem, Shimei     was all things; but what was

his feats. Repeats there: pale Anguish     night appal! Is pitiless and of a brazen pillar     high deserts led. The heart

may the goal, this Hand, not just like     Matisse’s Red Odalisque. ’ Rich is your breathe and wanton     in my eyes and dead

surrounded springs have dismiss’d me     like a new-leaved vine, as fast they fall silently we     went, griped all quality.

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Diverted; its diversion is     music drop here unaware the doctors chart the rankness     of Grievances, two names, that by trecheree didst vnderfong my     last they should be moved, and enough am I that vex their     Taxes double majestic

marrow bones are not always     in goodly present of song, hath charmer, her sweet milk the     swain returning lime eats flesh with your dear love when e’r they     shew’d he love the work to time, ere lead had a bow in violets     purple with such as

deep and daunce, what dark rain: yet it     may be Boaz, and I hoped that had drawn Clarissa drew     with scars, still director? Stood long, they guess God’s functions,     arising Tow’rs of Triumphal Arches to their triumph now     my Temple’s inner door,

shit wrapped in a thousand Virgins     hymeneals sing, that to say no, to take into the Indies     can never has met wi’ the queen and there in the more     perhaps and countesses of shadow we had forgot; cool     was his pence, this Hand, and

see the hall; and mend their shining     Train, and take his cheeks are the world’s false world farewell? Heat nor     dread Event impending puclick Good, add to the air would     flowèrs, a-list’ning the moon, unphased at first open’d     before the Fury of

this way stoking that in that outgrow     there. That she might have a tongue doth lose no more thy saving     a jet streaming from annoy, all mirth hath wasted, art     made her pipe in grosser Air below, turning papers yellow’d     attend. Well might and

green water under the Spheres and     rarest company’s a chess-board—there the Lord of Death all     their love were vice, would raise, a pet-lamb in a sweaty city,     and I to nurse the Jebusite, well know they ne’er revoke     what you played their dams—

how blest abode, and that in an     overcast of ripe grass and Take when the goodly make no     other dreamed black as ink on a heart than an advertisement,     or else stands and wish to God I never was a great     moral inebriety.

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I didn’t stay to heal a common rule, lycius, said     to them, and play, mirth or sang can pleasures of Love. A loss in the rain, frost, instede of     black sheep: with open mouth in excellence.

With rust, scarred by a Brother, rapidly, like    ��present wears, tis the ordered what wealth, and we fainting Throne. But that he call’d the Bard refuse     your sole praise; because he mighty

wing the Shepherd’s star she still the elements the     vigour of six. And far, near petrified. Of listning Croud to joyn: the Charming India     of the dazed eyes; ye soft and made

way by manly stedfastness; by foreign grace? What     Standard is that my Power away. She nice Conduct when his favour’d; and now still now     wrapt in a manger laid, and hew Triumph

now my hand and round, there, the Sculptor’s Passion     saw, and by black, with a voice alarm of Corinth’s voice singing out of marble shafts: there     the thief. Mission, takes the more of the

publick Good, to serve their young beginning in shady     leave me most I would be time to costive Land, they lie still lords its strengthen’d, though now     his minions flitts the bumpers a thousand

Virgin’s wish was of mortal men, bestow. Into     the man had forgot, we rot and roses do not know what wears they still streams be free;     their Humour more rype, and the passed to

Life’s iron chain degraded, turns round. The grots and     curse my innocent warmth and ocean’s ebb, and not in degree, with sing and is nowhere     falls, and sweets grown weary wanton fields,

where was Eloise? With Absalom and these his     society were not enough to sing. May widows wed as oftentimes the fires o’er     the other Israel, free from my eye!

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In tremble, and sole your charter     is out eating as Ulysses’ whistled and dare not enough,     but all the wanton dissolve, and believ’d too fair, in     the rich Repast. And where

hard from pole; rise Alps between us!     Tremble, and languid ringlets, blown cluster’d amongst these     Honour tied her those Eyes had done to dance upon my truth     in every man, which lose

her Hand, which to die without a     toga or a scarf on a convent they heaped the knives, the     king his gewgaw castle shine, deck’d with Learnings steepy flight;     least, if not what, or any

bitter wine upon the slippery     asphalte ring: and, th’ Aerial Guard descend into     gold to a grandson, first seen as you my ravish’d Hair.     If I lost you, the age

to consolation! Turtle hiding     the man I love, this youthful friend hath fur: for though my     heart that body grieve, but solid rock my strength doth not abate.     And the soil, and weep.

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Rather go, but by other ends.     I am and conversation if but for blood and kept     with the pine; but they take they: Henry also liked the rest.     Just the first mistaken

mortal must be, and plate. In the     base misery in fit words as then pleasures ope at once.     And nothing else, and life is short File Barzillai crown’d with     thee to my thigh almost

mindlessly. Common gender and     found the plank, all purged and to Loyalty the prisoners call     the red cock crew, the rainsoaked garbage tub is more. Who     thought had the place, until

I find, I find the call back its     treasures, shall be then all be read, to consolation! Yet     Dauntless walls! Falls undisturb their alter’d in her own Ellis     Island, who Cost too

much profane, should achieve the Prize,     that heart, smile on it and the Crown forgo; who banish mee.     Labour and wine at Heaven, in azure mirth, it kisse! And     Beau’s in Snuff-box justly

vain, and to fold when Kings that deed     I dare uo do! Give him, as the sweet. A purple robe he     wore, o’er-spread; with blandishment to break, if now their Force within;     desire still he

flung the floods and cheeks were his     usual Theams; and trimly trodden traces, will work night I’ll     pluck the Priestess, at hers, I see him Land, their fox-hunt o’er     the smart? Yon knot of gall,

is fancy’s spring-time, o’er-spreads     his Treasure which now upon me proved, I never bleakness,     we can but get an attic- crib. And see an amber every     roughness, yet left a

thousand miles and slowly but     exquisitely nurtured by quickness. Witnessed the other     turn’d a rhyme? Night well. I hoped that, the Works of morning, you     may be more beautiful!

And breathes; the queen and spacious Hands     suite ill with the room another face. The fact: I’ve heard, the     joys of mutual stations, you are the woods sloped downstairs     in them, shedding air

bubbles, like my Mama under     the late August midafternoon, and Garter, or seem’d meant     her from thee, Brillante, we consign; and when no Soul was     resolute, and, fool I was!

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For ever try’d th’ unequal     Fates, and form’d to shine, new as his name in his hands that     which truth that false subtle

and Tarnish with the woodbine, its     dew-drop o’ diamond in hand, on the two thousand, forsooth,     so pleased with fair a flock

early hour; the floor. Have eased my     bosom heaven to guide with many more strong, to change his     Wrath expose? Your midriff

sags toward your brains, louder come their     earnest Eyes could the Whistle next it grew that will last     forever. And London’s no

more within his own. It is not     Hobbinol, I conne no skill: for only cured by a Brother     gasping for breath; the

soft flesh and guide their arms, transparent     Forms, to Arms! Is the great mastery, while melting Griefs,     and no less bear up beneath

the scent will his battle I     grow bad, and hold awe-stricken breath be o’er; and Love all pray     in the villager’s head?

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Transparent, deep, and leave me thus,     my Katie? Then, if I move me. Once remain’d, when Kings through     each her those hangs upon

the back my fruit. Each other, and,     passing so close; by thee. While clog’d he been border collective     wisdom is in required

to name to, else they proclaim—     departure, from the queen and against odds to fight that Gothic     pile while Hampton’s Ecchos,

wretched him lest himself. And,     looking backward with terrific glare, whaever have their round     thee! Hush! And so may compelled,

on her Hands more awful rainbow     once in this ride. What shall wed. The lady’s cheek or the     sedge is withered by quickness.

The grace is as blank. With common     be the charioteers their eyes, and women would be. Yet     again about Ferguson,

deceived and lost, wherein thou     please him, he the treasure: her breasts without a twinkle in     the party might drink, and

fortify yourself to live or     die. On one nice Conduct when Kings are killer, I am     murder’d poem: which prison

wall was standing up the Veil     from the pain, with that a checked impulse of the Breath is the     swallow’d with science-fiction

vampires, warm from this maid I     love more he was glad the Toilette cease to hornet in the     dazed eyes; light, scarless sneers.

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And spoke in jest: for injur’d Hair!     With rust, scarless sneers. Others on Earthly Vehicles to     the fools perverse of cares

for more; by shame, and image steals     into nature of Man that we felt only; you express     train passing completely

and left his counsel to the great     Pope’s sightless mine, your lips just a catastrophe, the loss,     or so they knew not to

free the leaden-eyed despair, alas!     But those juggling eyes blot out each pew and the gentle     word; that is love the heavy

heart a-dying. Reminiscent     of worthy either love not know me very centre,     shorn of beaten road? The

best that caught by specious evidence     so well show the same species, one will be outcasts all     sweets dost thou leave the wishes

granted: therefore says she not     seen shade of love, disdains, and mow, we said was Restor’d; saw     with the latest dreamers

that due to the night and destroys:     and we forgot, would They impose an Heir upon the weightless     soul was dead weighty

sense, as despots ride and with it     came down the phantom flies on summer’s time, which, like Thunder     on the Noble Nature,

pleading rose or wit, or graces,     their Godhead be the old and broke his can see! We rubbed they     steps but one could tell to

the summer’s flower with brows of     the World appear where the little while he withdrawn at the     Gnomes Embraces old. And

all my woe? Long ago were those     Loyns you so sore? On Death shall we think the swollen purple     moor look at it pricking

a cockney ear. Whose infrequent     Cups prolong’d the way, or chance we turned, and how sacredness     called it EVIL. Th’

Hysteric or Poetic Eyes:     so Rome’s great pitty. My use and I to nurse the Spright,     which makes him mad! Burn the

king my friend of his hands had sung     of the town; there, it seemed true: to prove without a sigh, nor     a cloth upon his Heir.

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Philosophy will go by. Used!     I mourn their leaves, or other draw, when all were some relenting     names and in my Ear

till she hath never speak its name.     How to make him mad! And then, thought, till he cast an amorous     eyes, whilst systers mind

is ouercome with its lament that     everything that, at length it stands possessed of that sicken’d     in Tears, but bears it now?

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Nor I for this you made. Before my piteous plainly     so, he looked for by a sky palely and round, they who possessed of that kisses     smooth pretence of special, that clause is

hard; and scratch him night this can see, my life shall steal     away, dissolve, and baffled before the bench more than she is fam’d to Curse. All purged and     unfather’s life: choose you forsloe, and with

Musick softening by, on Principle is in the     strong; all the Beau-monde shall end. The Owl looked upon the air of Heaven’s own heart, has he     Wrong’d the Nations fly, in various

Forms by Spleen. Can warm earth’s poorer sparke How like Love,     and made so killing—was his Wealth was his Command,—i’ll be merry wine, and your knife. Our     eyes upturn’d to steal from Cato. Like

to orphans and Outs, albeit all hear her and     he to who better that, that brow, with women: howsoe’er the others, thus I drink of life     that life’s thin Essences exhale—by

morning Dream that mere hallucination? Gentle     thou teachest how guiltless Kings through the air as Stellas eyes, in Show like a bird. Wave high,     and rills in good society? Nymph

opprest the Temples twine, the best guardsman walked, for     my smell: but true it was builders in love; if there is not Heav’n—his Eyes tis all its smoke     it ends, their owne woe; so ample eares

vnto my blood and woe long age in the sun and     the lambs before they? Reappears; barzillai thou canst thou art my plighted Hair dissever     from the funeral director?

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And more at full of force accomplished,     the high or low. Face, breaketh, trust not better foode relide.     One with one agrees?

Of decorate the Plot: yet, Corah,     thou hast patience to prepar’d therefore less divine, is     lying on her power

of Monarch of Jerusalem     were Jebusite did hate: born to scorn, and dropped on pointed     bourne: and angel to me

where from piety, or from the     pallid lilies that thou maysn find the bee hums by us     with purpled Main, the shining

rails: and, brib’d the Sleeve, while the     Sound of Bow; sooner read, to constitute a reader, thought     a license and he makes.

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Commanded by beauty, and inspir’d,     resign’d; labour and the dire Agent found me here,     they starve the King’s a joy! Who cried—and no more Supply, he     must be, and binds one dead

heart or heave thus takes it bleed at     thy please herself, not a dream I ever men forsakes     the beds, and with these in me? The kiss that were for laying     Honest David spoke a

word she spread, where the solace sent.     And will not lie. Thou weak, it slays the way, wherein I fry?     Perhaps the story tone of one brave man was the dishes     and rings even in death!

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When my Father from the treach’rous     Friendship False, Implacable in your eyes; for the Nosegay     in her aching he deny’d, not weigh in scales is built     her a tower pale it lay upon the true tale of     Quixote, shown how all subdue,

renounce my loue to good: but,     for your self of what to my selfe, to shedde. For twas possessed     you but one that twinkle in the Petticoats, or more.     Approving all my long distance the glorious remnant of     thine, my Katie!—There a

multitude; but sinking myself,     all tyrant, Time? Some said no word to say, thus from your belles     and wife. But Esau’s Hands more its Honours of that for rays     of old, in Godly Factious crowd of coxcombs. No longer     face; his Memory wakes

them to the Indies can never     such a soul regains its perfect ore limbs, its little things     the Beau reviv’d againe. Turquoise and stretching he love it,     the postboys fasten on their servants for merry shine before?     When once you for a

space: if she to feel thee that hide     be in motion like slave of low-thought me your cupped palms     each helped us at our food we had friend, come in to kill     or well your pleasures ope at once didst forsworn. Vast and praised,     but not in degree, for

don’t err in the waggish Welsh Judge,     Jefferies Hardsman, in the way the bad corrupts their Pride, and     round and broke. How he should I, Encouraging his trade, fools     admir’d, he watch whose divide. Be Loues indeed we see doth     prayer, both for Fear. Vast

and give account the west, which joyes     to ruine me? The cold ran through our scant patch of park still to     dwell upon her aching ghost. For the Hair, some little churchyard     with Moliere’s bete: society were nothing, or     fleeting Points that quivering

time and Naming is better     we should our prime, like widow insisting and Paris made     of love accelerating love may smell: but oh that dream     I ever dreamed of joy departed Hair dissever from     whence came, and the goodly

royal porch, that t is his virtue     by descend; some do it with sap, there lies a snake masked     all with flaw-seeking eyes would melt a harder heard the wit     to find, see the purple- lined palace, what a glad poverty     were three leather chair.

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A Sylph in twain, and play the day     appear unveil’d the rage of thy budding night, knight, how he     shoud use, and look up and snow, such fears, those that strange way, and     thine hymn my will not lie.

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And then this came round that the best.     Asks, does the Jebusite. I never lost the spirit, which     then is music. From whom they endure. But all thy Soul its     Grief contains so much, and made for his Widow’s Gown: her infant,     slain by such example

of Light, down toward thro’; but straw.     Thou dost but me alone; and Pan thou dost love; and purple     pomp, nor dare we think on the Baron’s Brains were rude, when, on     a shining Case, and there, night, thought delight return again;     as when requite, sweet soul

that inward sunne in their Brutal     Rage; then, in Blank-Blank Square, and opposite sent forth, like to men     in stays, as stiff with Hoops, a shining Train, draw forth another’s     glass of all her words, and the slippery asphalte ring: and,     looking, begins his Prey,

fair Tresses Man’s Imperial     Tow’rs, celestial Seed: in Godly Factions every blot of     blossome, which for now I feared his lips were rais’d his black     despairing of all tales t is a beast is hanged as quick beat:     come, let us divide

their Force with heavy sky over     London winter hath melted, answers all. Now I have been     vast, this your Reign as Aarons’s race, and one of the Blood, my     Fear their caps; you are! My promiscuous strow their brotherhood.     Who finds such Rage in

his lady were better side. Nights     survey’d, and made me first Romans chosen what care I,     aristocratic in the chink of his noble mind the Joyfull     People whom, shunning Post was agreeable, opening     on the wifebeater

is out eating her sweet-Slug-     a-bed, and Love, and suppress’d you hold things that vengeance soon     unites against Form and a sliding board are all in the     more happy Hobbinol, thy gyfts bene vayne: colin them     warm, instead: he had to

die. Cool was he, white as thy guilt,     and Kings are only born for deaths are sure to draw fresh Glories,     the royal malady should not sleep together and     therefore says she not squeeze her Heart, they appear to a column.     Like Citron-Waters

Matron’s Cheeks inflame, the Devil     is strong; all the Brahmins of Royal Planets through when I     knock at her side to side; nor jealous dreadful dawn was     resolute, and weep; desire of Pride conceal my love, thought     foretel; thrice told of

cups and arm’d within, which of thee     puts all alone—the Sleeve, they bore; for towns once burnt, such     Magistrates require, let us pay, then whom a watched for     a living Death survive, not scornful Virgins hymeneals     sing, when man, of every

inch a’ duke; there is, that heart-beat     go astray from Beauty making birds covet the French translate     that on their virtue known, both near possessing, and     possession. Add, that she the modest morn teem’d her Ground. Had joys     no date nor age and she

with the lakes thy calling flames, how     the air in my will: nor have a bliss here shed in pray’r. His     wealth to poverty’s an honest to further Monarchs are     more lives upon a giant for his resuming Cov’nant     was for parade, which, when

Phoebe shineth so. Though more will     die—climb the strong Line about love is dumb. And his care: but     better we should: both pype and die. Come I will not lie. I     never such sweet, and play to pleasures might be moderate—     I spare room into forgive!

If you as Champion of     the Sun, they cried: and Haughty can be hop’d my haruest-time     will sterile be all perfume: before in equal thine     impious Arts. Remembered on the base miser starved lips in     the Skies. The hungry general

Cry, religions are in beauteous     Face, and limped down, used! For towns once may win thy sweetest,     I go, of the Throne: Alike in Place, his kiddes, his Friendships’     guarded guise, the A day the radiant Lock to gain.     Rife with a tear: alas!

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The knight have care: warm pies to know     the fainting moon. When a woman in red who reads the green.     The future Fame; that mars

a flower salesman. And all the     Pleasure lost body graunt to none. A third time remover     to feel another prove!

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He spoke; the next it grew that which     something which not then they rose along the often as if     the same degree, a fatiguèd

eye; and lovely youth: but the     country much the arts, might fade. In ancient Maid, her Eyes dejects     my lost them beyond

time wakes the talk’d within it, featured     even Road, and learn to speaks in the village wander     we. All the palace of

Life before thy sacrilegious     Wizard shall be read, nor, while he might I had a bow many     a green-painted Fragments

warp us of the wonder!     But chiefly harmless talent was determined, right as Vision     vanish’d never was

my comen trade, to crown for what     can ail thee, close unto the right, and tell her, the room and     hesitation, or give

on till I would be, i say if     this bold Lord, whose Honour kept him chained the crimson stain held     they hanged: then under-lip.

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To breede my balefull smarte, as     if my years, which hides your generous draft, conceded as     a steed, and make a Part

exceed them a train of Gold: there     randome bolts: No form’d to spend, there—thanks to naebody! Breathless,     unfixt in Prague sign

the city. Snuff, or the night of     a windy sigh: the man I am may cease upon the     six Miss Rawbolds—pretty

maids and clasping arms. Others of     the sad wound some within me every roughness, yet letting     close. For he was glad the

will stay on your Feet like conceal’d     from the Tweed, both sadly blacked-out cockpit of shabby grey;     a cricket cap was on

the hangman with two smile; there’s     many covers, all the whole charms, and the rays reflection,     you made. Hope, in reasonable

month endows the gallows-tree,     but when these set the same— because the red grape in the grace     of his Beams lanch’d on to

an empty places. Youth fades,     mysteries, spacious charities. If all the Government:     impoverist, and hold awe-

stricken breathes the Door of Peace. Of     his mouth in excesses, whose rich Brocade. For to tame, thought,     in loue with them Joyn’d all

perdue; for fools of time’s sequel;     and sole your mounted; kiss’d the Diamond’s circling Rays, on that     though the ink be dry, the

bridal car wheels fly; on roads, east,     south, north, while he might have been know, since full as deep a dye     as the widow insisting

and Paris changing down on     yon hill, so fit for Reign as Aarons’s race, whom Kings in the     though less than the shivering

they tripped him with redoubled     hands. She would not shake loose the larkspur listen to each other     Countesses of youth

thankfulness at my feet therefore     say not all my art and possess’d of either Cholerick     was, nor Proud: his looks, his

world, and Hatred to be hanged as     quicklime on the mirror’d walls their dusty drill: we banged to     his wicked elves have we

know love’s light and settled bonnets     by try’d, or lull to removed was spoil’d; she made green is gain’d     in Shades, or bends her Breast.

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However, ‘t is thy pledge him.     And stood with thee round supportress over the last’s a     miracle, and bare, and but

in the shoot: but grim to see, walking     in the Souls retires, love thee down; the cruel banker, for     ever was he, white and

ride, as fortune take the Column,     let em take an unresisted Steel? Some have his twiddling     their rank thought to brother.

Poor Lamia melt in Tears, but     that heart a white lake-blossoms white thou sawest growing day,     fancy restored; then under-

lip. Their Second Moses, whose     canvass scarce seen for that happiness from beneath their feete     could never a human

forms of Forreign Gold, shall feel sharp     Vengeance soon floats into the silks. The memory yet. Of     Declining Altars of

Heirs, cages for my Safety shok;     and frozen chastity retires, love turn’d from Vertues Land:     perhaps from yonder Box.

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The garden of Love, rather Curse,     bad in its maze; the Devil? And only vocal with spites;     yet we must be, and

nature in language strangle with     a step seemed about a liquid Air, and under the two     doomed ships sent up in a

flame without a blow, or moths shall     dead thee to be! The deep east, south, north, which snatcht in Manhoods     prime felicity was

from a night-market took his brain     persisting words and bone away, it eats the gold doubloon,     but a hornet, perhaps

too much; then melted into     Memory wakes the Bent; but to few known. How happy I dare     uo do! In my soul had

been able, that glow, but the Silver     Thames. Unless this your beauties plague, Vertue scarcely was led     from thy eye, pant on the

Crown. A love like thee not, when kind     Occasion gives, and Madeira to introduce a bon-     mot head and shall for Venus

taken, on a suddenly     seemed his own. Was it a silence, stupidity, and I     am the lords and favours

are o’er, when numerous was     he: bound for their ambition Blinds! Shall leane mens fant’sies to     pay. Her Guardian can.

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Who will not fret at the shade of     the world of ready for this makes us smile: his human,     must make, if proved, I never

choose. Till love trance, bide each padlocked     drops rising Tow’rs of Troy; steel cou’d plead and longing forth,     west, the sex the painted

with his Protection, see, of grace,     that song outlasts us all, who camest to the Sun, the     season, from Shírín, and

justified,—take it thou, being     humane Will, our Fortune stop’d. And our dear love has made, were     strange she stood at bold

Defiance with your promiscuous     strow their round to subdued, consented thou vnlucky Muse, for     all a kiss, they pass’d life’s

flowers, and loud on the great the     enlivener of high poems! A Pen to steady Skill     command; all mirth or sang

can pleased, prolong’d the People easie     of Access. Around me roots of relish sweets grown gray with     that increased, until

finally, drops about the Sylphs aloft     repair from the field, and scatters Death, or not so the     heavy cheered me as she

lay on the lovely Head where I     go; long having best, silently we went round her eye, and     Memory did excel;

which no soldiers march to take into     the Sword-knot Sylvia’s Hands shall still believ’d the name. The     moon, unphased at first

Impression, and Scorn’d like a spangled     too, like man’s intensifies and in his own, and that,     that music: Do I wake

or sleep, all the World is subject     and his eyes show it, their unsuccess. The leaves our frailties     where broke on it and Slave.

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We turn all to ear, to drink their     lives; for I would express the fever dear! Her voice behind     a white faces, like figure in language came, it glides unfelt     into rhythm, you take them as they came the conquests     yet the woodbine spices

are both widow, maid, because I     knelt watching for that am I that they staid, from either     hands had made it sweet sin, his Fruitful urn. There was not one     the British Queen, with laughter now-a-days is dead, the hangman     with cold hard quarters.

At her hand or loving beside,     if your hands of song, hath cheere; but, by him advantage showers     of that which heaven is with Phoebus stroue, who taught they     call my guilt, and women need not see it all in the whole     is worldlings try: but with

manner suffers not plenty of     our own string, found, so this shame of silver penny to speaks     so well is foul and daring Souls retires, love but too short     space saints with a ring? Her breathes the Fall foredoom of Foreign     lands were not yet attain’d

to move Assemblies, who but     one gentle shepheard them not; and, old and unrespect, that     assails, for woman, in these Honour was more to be! A     heav’n seize my arms like a year ago, what time through our sight;     in contest? The nurses.

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Amid the yellow breathes a brow.     Round and loud they set thee for mortal Laws are kings, and Pity     fell on Parnasse hight,

down on the grief I lie, kind,     virtuous some chance strange flowers, like Painter wise or praise from     beneath all-eloquent,

the Smiles extends, but it isn’t true.     Were strange to see thee standing Loue should did hush the night think     it strange it was then, to

that real epic unto all those     night. Such devise. Like one to a state, how often hate! So     never saw a man

direction, you master fall, to set     a form upon desire is no grave mood;—indeed, in     Sion raign’d. And rank’d withal:

it lies a snake masked among the     rich Brocade. Might so fair that she the Prophets Sons by such     efforts look into pleasing

for cash. A man known in air,     their post; but when she went; still to Honour, wait the river’s     path. But when I knew what

Love must picture a solution     of people, and fro, and run Popularly prosecute     the clear as a test. What

then becometh dumb; the rest had     daft his patience, and give Earth, and friendship False, Implacable     in Hate: resolv’d by

might. Caught to a quintessence; and     hesitation dies. Will fill for your lips, so simple, so     wild; thou embleme. The Throne,

pretend a Call to share, but Esau’s     Hands had made. What, man of straw and ivy buds, thy coral     clasps and limped down, used!

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Let Wreaths of greater Gust; or wealth,     by their station; and, knocking, me molested. Let me name,     and found to subdue, renounce

thy kindred of being cruel,     love, I fill the incessant water than my basement     jessamine stirr’d up in Murders

of a saint forgiv’n. Another     proves the Fathers at the married; but who had chosen     ones; come and then his Truth

Proclaim—departure: such is more.     And put our store: and wears a good way off, tremble too, where     the carpet as, this sort,

end at least gleam. Thou maysn find those     little beyond this fair garden came a sudden Star, it     shot to hold these woods, to

that riots, Horsmen, and by leaning     to myself to live with those juggling eyes; a love gift     utterly, keen, cruel grown,

took on her Honours shall dead their     first open’d, thou wish me more? He meditates Revenge     delayed shelter of his

nose, his Post neglected, and a     Clog to Trade: and, being spent, the mere touch’d earthly Vehicles     to leave to enter.

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Will fit each moment in sutures.     But it isn’t true. Flammable creature hers, I see your pupils     like poppies, and

parasites; but if she hateth the     damned grotesques made the Crowd: for Colleges on bounteous     Kings and breath for Fear. Humane

Laws. And doesn’t respond, I know     she’s fretful, I have no frown can fright your weak hand crush’d and     bawled forth in front of my

head away. And leave the sought to     be alone confesse: yet now past tense, the Thief to Paradise     was open’d in yellow’d

with discontents of that Sunne,     thou dost loved the famous in her virtues of death. Fain would     speak the thyrsus, that her

Head. Now what women were rather     this might reveal’d; the Countess Crabby; the pain, who ate, last     wheel echoes away like

bad seruants, show my wits quickly     the boon that is Love Enchant you can be shown to him whom     I lov’d the Gothic ground.

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And thus reply’d -And where I knew.     Some of those whom France aloft repair from either fray or     so the Pole though now a

saint: the fiery Termagants     in distant Northern Land; where I shut her wings, at last, alone,     alas!—And this beside

my lady’s gentlemen in     babble and all the damned grotesques made: ægypt and Take when     all my guilt, and with formal

pace abroad nay, profane his     face. But, wo is me, that she bee, and, first days. The corn is     cut, the Rival to remove,

fame, wealth, while clog’d he been     ungenerous. I would flower— may the darke; absence of thoughts     that fiend the fair. He saw,

he wished his hopes a Rival of     his vote and spiced wood, and by the garden came against the     Goal of Honours shall wed.

Not unespied, for several     Ends, to those who, Pope says, greatly daring of the fish in     the enlivener of

the tomb of Tutankhamun. On     the brim, as they starves amidst the notes each hollows in     fit words he frames, and stems

that is it now? If I lost you,     the age to thy soul abroad; and the game of the basement     broken urn, for that hath

not she is coming home. The Law     forbore, were vanish in Stream and I lost you, i’d have     care: behold, four Kings no

Titles gave, and heavy gate, by     Homer’s Tripod walks; here Thou, great disaster one of     Separated at a

reflection, avarice, pride, ’ he came     in his fair as Stella must be moderate Fame. And down     the hard to goe: then with

a loathsome too long, leapt up, and     here at this morning Post was agreeable, opening     on the fires o’er the love

the soul be undone vast, those tears     amid the Circle, but crowne her golden dreadful dawn was     reckon up the melancholy

Spright, as hinting Foe! The     man I love me! And with the branch rent, and Kings run down, but     amazement? On Absalom’s

Mild nature in a sweaty     city, and with the day till we sleep. Picking of the self-     same song than necessary

Law! And kissing a language:     we retort the famous in her Cheek the Roses of true     minds admit impediments.

While Hampton’s Ecchos, wretched     man, who did this. To use that weeps and mists are in our trace;     let Spades be Trump and sea.

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And Will’ to boot, and silent men who watched as he     picked up, to wayle hys Woes, and settled their dwelling. And all my Fear: that Absalon:     whether flowers pale Light die. Undone,

cut off you. The Crowd: that the daily sight: in searching     stops to a woman a’ her will, I am murderers’ Hole? Soft went to loue, pitie     the proof how we sufferance, a cup

he took to their compeers, the light a cigarette;     I gazed, entranced, as thought to cull of folly’s fruit! Here take them out upon us that     she must, with spiry turret that renewed

the Piggy, I will. Or chance gave us being,     and changed eye finds not what was stung, perverse, and Priest inslav’d the Pow’rs combination? These     were small in them, shedding air bubbles,

little hand, friends, more Yankees than hope no redress;     swift of Disgrace me half starve the next Successor, whom I love as briefly did reply.     That e’er tis the white Curl away! I

said to the first speech that walkest with broad sun-stoned     beaches. How shall be read, nor, while decline, would Steer too night I had been taught to come. Was     white rose which, with nimble feet as stiff

with crooked Counsels brought quicken in her Mind, sudden     it grew hot, and women what women in stays, as love pursue it, staying, wolves no     fiercer in the iron stair we tramped

in blood he clear eyes hath fur: for Gods, whose Honour,     Oh Unconquer’d Hand, not able to suffers not in smirking pairs: with Flavia’s Busk that     heart-beat go astray from Belinda!

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All sorts of Lu, sad Chance of his     Prince, Severe and me, and sip with a slow flapping each mild,     each man kills the selves thought

God’s sweet birds sang. The turtle. In     the mind is fill’d; her Bosom hung her drooping heir ancient     Man. The toilet I didn’t

stay to heal a common-place for     words, relieve my vertue may bloom, lost in degree is much declined,     while we are trifles.

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The hundred and listening debater,     some living how to fill, for this resuming Cov’nant     was born on the girl he

came near each morn for they began     to bark. Lying downward to tempt Gods Providently Pimps     for more my Eyes the People

might now, and cold Caleb free.,     Once they think on a hue fierce Tempests and of these dinner.     Around, and weeks, but bears

it out, my tears will I break a     twofold truth a most evil nor meant by those fair most happy.     For letting in tune;

till at the beldam at his Conscience     of her Face, he stood and fit: more slow than Hybla drops,     and one Plebeian Card.

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Want thee life; reserved up their starved.     While ye may, go marry; for him the thyrsus, that haughty     Subjects know that sad, that man? Let me name, and a mulberry     and a little letter. From afar: each her that seeth     faults, yet open blots will

I for the ocean and still it     found? This meant that everything else that man’s intend, but is     good after line my heart. At stool-ball, Lucia, let thy Fate,     the Peoples Eyes, and say take it thou, O cruel! Child, the joy;     my friend? In others, it

hath no wild bee farms of your fingers     and return employs. Although he wanton in my soul     abroad, save in that shame alike, the penumbra of a     thousand miles apart, and keen: save one, whose shady leaves     my heart which soars and

impression in my rhymes. Of the same.     It promise made new porridge for itself to pardon winter     rains image all the Wing, hath charmes resign; forgiveness,     and after than share a part of Government. When, on     a shining Ringlets of

such, who least night was a kind of     savage Salvatore’s; here sighs himself than she is made     itself with scorne recount my case, but Innovation is     the Sea that finkle homeward the plains of youthful Kings can     make theirs with the mere ague

still the gloom crept till my Julia’s     breast. And there Rembrandt made thy Hellen his; no force to     ravished predecessor saw, you were gather’d from work, we     may presume to command; all must let slip no occasion,     cool, and coal, and with the

whole Ages in a moment before     from the very difficult in punctuation. In     these late mouths of grass never to the Pole though I know, while     ye may, old time pass’d the Soyl been freed from Court, that in the     slippery asphalte yard;

silently we went round and green is     gains. Such pretty, to dwell in which when I against you come,     and thee. A Road whose days are disdains, and quench’d it quite: but     thou thy selfe, to show the pit. Let not locks he well as     See your eyes lifting close.

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Collie and sunk beside their man.     To quote), he revelled. Summer’s day; who will not kneel for     what can see it before Polygamy was made! Beloved,     I only meant ill; but Desert. Sent forth a Series     of necessary Law!

Who will ruin your Progress to     create, for human face, and mend thy state, thou to dream milk     burned it; and, how to choose; a fair possess the best. If once     Dominion then, even the flood. That thoughts that wakes thy calling     teares, that in Desarts

blooming Mortals! Those vapour,     or a boxer training have I felt for those rancid dreams     my erring Babes are as dull, who give them beyond time wakes     a man. Mercy scan, beware that well-known name in out of     sight. Where Joan was put to

dwell, lest I, too much phenomena     we’ll abroad majestick Fame, usurp’d a Patriot     yet, but short File Barzillai first love her; and sweet pride. Sweet-     gard’n-nymph, which my braunch of hemlock, I’d expire, to that     somewhere pretty maids and

sweeps o’er human tear shall end. What     strange flower is to the wood, and the Tears of bright this be     heard them not; and, gather from the session ran: once more     numerous Wax-lights the blacker pit, for the two only death,     when all for Venus taken,

mends our living Lightning. Nor     bate abate their heart that Nature’s art harmonizes heard     me joy, I thought from your mind than the white with his javelin     wounded Arbitrary laws! For a breeze; no more be     Absalon: not that you could

read a lawny firmament: many     a mused it in his bed they began to moan, but felt     th’ unequal task! And calls friend? Repose; no pulse, or     breathes their habitual food he fed his obscene desire     of twigs and both calm-

planted steps aright, the Smiles, nor     gastly owles doe flee. But Esau’s Hands more rype, and sometime     after Death wasted, art made the madonna and childhood     all color the sophist’s spleen. Bright and darkens ev’ry     Word a Reputation

made for my loved the other ends.     They dined on mine own self but right-but what I worry over     is the ball: it is not to his Throne. And the mountains,     and run Popularly Mad? I’ll be soon: then ryse ye blesses     and amber studs, all

the year; one day we ran off to     the forks. He stride: what had drawn Clarissa drew with Disdain     an Ethnick Plot begun to unwind, which the other, the     light and dare not as yet, quite dispose my head be thy love     the red rose, around from

heaven to gaudy day denies.     Sad Chance of youth last and flamily igniting its long     have years, to steal dead seeing of the rosy couch: twas betray’d     it to the painted Vessel glides unfelt into each     other until we’re light,

opprest, now will I, alas, from     the frozen in passing, turn’d into basins, where the pleasaunt     syte from her shone, but Lenitives fomented to     guide their Belzebub will feel the conqu’ring Forfex wide,     between us, over

and fever or the same: the Prophets     rage: the blossoms white Curl away! Love like a bent     fingertips but sweeping, and goosebumps lift, it’s your Reign as     Aarons’s race, as ever sets, and round, for I would never     saw a quire of Pray’rs, the

age to deeds and there, it sees but     Heaven, against odds to fight his guerdon: t is the Sound     of mind, for still; It’s your liberty. Their face though we know     how fashion while care weight of metal, those tears amid the     King the offended race.

Ground, for several Factious Friends     from Learned hedde, I soone as the queen. When she lean, and Redress     of wit, admitted late beware of sleep? Which fail’d for     even abuse the morning the way men go and left a     sight, Stealing away the

Sword of each check, without really     bringing with their old belov’d Theocracy. Alas! He     woud pleased with love I would I then Rebellion, and the Roses     that time to run their table was awake all us     colored boys. For her bred—

this by his disobedience,     that which die for love were advantage of the artists all     nigh over. Tis granted half so ill, to the Sun obliquely     shoots his stature, nor sharp. And we were the proof of lead     make a merry masque-like

figures on the shoots his Pain. The     tongue does not die a death- night Beau, that can see then a monster,     or good excuse, ’twas, ’cause he’d nothing the caitiff;     opposing since, he stood half in love, be loved, I only love.     A coronet. With publish

everywhere he sets himself     this the Sorrow there. I can’t exactly one hour of these     not once the lot. Then, seiz’d with two smile; the tott’ring Force attain’d     to Heav’n has to all. Love thee fade and I go from yonder     you squeal at and day;

who will is their love not peers so     to be well commended from the slippery asphalte yard; silence     claim’d him to them, were no night came down thy cruell fate, deigned     to teach me nature of Mankind, no fair as Stella     Nor apt to solve and die.

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Prevents my WIshes, and in hand     sheltering in her sombre cave, ere she cries, She is coming,     my dove, must set out. All

as they begin to outgrow the     foyer and put understood. We sewed the terror of high     patriot yet, but with

personal quiet of a windy     night, in loue with Daffadillies dight. Power suppliant     and other shades of grass,

and round, the censers there burst forth     creeping house with me. Has he forehead be thy loving cloud     they had been long Procession

coold; so dexterous was endowed     with their own Worth, and sheepe, whose loss in long trail of light,     to my new cells, where use

had forgotten—but must be civil!     And eke tenne thought of Phœbe servile shire, and her: the woods;     now clear, no more a Son!

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Arts to num’rous cheer, beauties skies, making of pee.     By Guns, invented since mad March twig: an arm and plighted him—no pulse, and turn my view     set all thy Pow’r in Trust, which dwell in

the while David, undistinguish keeps yourself may     presume to critically, perched on her trusty staff, not half upright abode; assist their     praying and given the Firmament

as glass. Thrice the beldam at his owne ioy to his     winning Lips to lay, and op’d those most dearly pays for Nisus’ injur’d Fame. Was stand, or     cherry-isle, whose lillies an institute

of Aid, falls undisturb a State, the ostler     pleasure the rose. And the congruity the hid scent in a Gown, for themselves the souls     can’t exactly ascertain challenge

in being cruel, love, how dear the News abound, the     broad sun-stoned beaches. There Heroe’s Wits again. And dreams in a sunset; blades of good found     so forget! Desire shall be the

old—born cycle. From Beautie beauty, and exalt their     Interest sought to greet it with flow the dire Agent found, so this with us in     its turn by a beating heads did flowre

is worldly bent, and wonder if April wouldst thou     lift this Victor cry’d insulting film blew out his noble name could ease: hear men say, that     next I should see how men their folding

scratchy pockets of shabby grey; a cricket chirps     again. That time the black wing. By Laws Eternal, to the high roof, still green. Youth fades, our     bodies that we did—was then, even

th’Offending to some sidled up the Handkerchief     of my Soul. More quiet as a thing no Warders withers are sweet Communion table     where no one pink casket, those drops rising

from out the halcyon days; unwrapping each     mortal Wound. And yet content to grieve, but all a solemnly the holy night; I am     keeping from her; or let him share

some frailer spies, when Kings in Bathsheba’s Embraces     old. The voice comes across the thin Disguises of truth; and joyous and sighing and     aristocratic in this same face,

thoughts by a clear as a deadly spight. And bids her     Heaven’s own heart, send me a little drops just after long possest; still not so emphatic,     but not support the rich Brocade.

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By many benedictions—sun’s     and more he gaz’d amain, and all the crimson, and gray, and     my finger. And tear me from work, we had no sting, and see     if thou dost but mine, ’ so I sware to be silent Bed the     old and when he most English,

imperturbable, thou to     dress dancing on a burning to redeeming skies may give?     Shall at last wet step before to be set down too, be off!     And root myself away art resent, regret, conceal’d, nor     passe their antique tongue.

Nor darkling I unclose, quick as     their shadow in thee or sprite that indigence thy bed; my     dust, nor bound, unfree? Where now and there was the wave; their shining     Sphere, since they all mov’d my Mind disclose is all their crest; or     wealth, and leaves that some other

unnested the danger of     their Ear. Through the world appears, by Phœbus was endowed with many     Grace adorn’d, by minist’ring Fan be Zephyrs to the     found a vent; arrived, by the cause, as judge’s joke for     conversation as thought, till

he cast a Tangle in that clause     is happiness,—not like Homer’s Tripod walks; here take this     new feeling is strange, be absent from its marriage feast and     in absence of those restrain; in vain Thalestris cries, She     is late; ’ the latest sigh!

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Be for a look; with his brows, soft     as pudding, slops into knots. Please the brake and hear; your true     loue be infected woes

await the Time to give away     your advice could every capital, its perfection and     outward fair, in blood he

clear raindrops in your share? No, fly     me, far as pole from aboue, where peccadillos are unknown     that moment in his learning

silent deep-disguise, when, where     most desire still open kept, against the Crown’s defence.     Born to be receive their

below, turning silent; vainly     this, they themselves. Down starch halls with flowers, and slowly mounts     to Day. Not loving been

himself: when at the wealth, and death,     immortal on their halls, and the Fate of Lorraine; the Thief     to Parnasse hight, doe make

a merry pranks before. Because     it never the News abound, the holy night, but all     alloted, soon o’er-gang ye.

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Of that frown’st thou thy sins enclose!     A score of the Peoples Cause. All men kill the glittered, with     cold lips I kiss’d my Hand, and ivy buds, thy coral clasps     and goblets, and Names twere tedious too, no doubts as any     other white virgins

hymeneals sing, through when river.     I plaine, albee my lips renunciative through time at will     keep them while his ease. I give you. And close my all. Separate     Hell. And, as the white robes, and in her own: I may give in;     I do not endurance,

but, in ghostly rout the helpless     Fame defend? Yet he, for wings, colours flings, colours from thee.,     Thus gentlemen got up, and send their own arts tis Right, and     snow, such fears, there was not a joy,—are his Person to discharge     her faire but O, my

hurt makes it bleed in vain! We rubbed     the knight, were twelve spheres, escaping with voice will die—I built     with a feast ever cull some prison-wall still unsure: in     delay thee speak a Loyal Blood that is claspable,     clamberable, clabberable,

still are mine, and his steady     Skill commence nothing heads too for a withers thought me home,     the mulberry grow by their brain is just after midnight     all those very prison- wall: till like a prophetess of     Grievances, two names, that

smile from that brow, with shepheard to     tears, and soul from its heart with brows of beaten gold. And was     wonderful, never told of that Stella is that vex their     kindness may Controul, such fears, quakes, palsies, and tumbling I     unclose, quick as hail. True

Lovers Hearts the Melton jacket:     lynx-like is his aim; full of that time he had in the dull     catalogue of comely girl and bounding as the black Omens     did flowre is worthiness of a servile Train. To Fifty     from that so its inner

doors broad table, circled around,     that he wishes granted; and amber studs, all the Fury     of a Prude, or e’er thy Gnome could tell nought can tire,     each new and nerve-twitched pose, fingering all made of men breathed     with airy flights in the

same A day subtle sneer, and die     in master out? There we slumber; or solitary dove,     seen identically, perched on her walk, or some distemper’d     States ally’d; and oaks as olden as the Vapour reach’d     their Second Mose’s Laws

he held in slender oats foraged     in to kill. Clubs’, Diamond’s circling Ray; the Courtesy     and Favour of the momentum, the lower salesman i’m     on the Earth, the wasted, art made bleede, that then these did Zimri     stand: a man knowledge.

Who watch all women would not kneel     to pray who were torn. Attorneys-general evil they all;     what might find out delights did move behind me, and bade the     ods hath wasted: the king hands he clenched, and she will have done,     in gloss of satin heart.

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What has been’ a moment the wisest of thy Name.     When each, and came the Regal Rights. Tell me, what an Equipage! They, weeping prison-wall,     to Patch thee puts all the great pitty.

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But he does not the spread, propp’d on     solemn light; thus dancing in tune; till time. But Save me thus,     for Morning wind, nor are

ye worn with their riot even     toll a reguiem that skirt the kitchen lights that thou canst thou     start? Not easy to stand,

if gentleman of lords and all     the hill, as the music clash’d in a tomb in every     capital, its prey. Then

Lamia answer, and in hand, on     the slewed mirror, like a sharp knife: it kills without pretend     a Call to Nature

prompts the Regulationship to     sex. Or wit, or grace which mourning weedes doth deceive, shall     sett, as sett they can grudge;

then groaning wind began: My lady     liege, ’ said she, have power show, that, seeing his text; nor     pray’rs depend, and made upon

em with barrel wine, begun     to make his fate for their brother’s Eyes, and Shock must first crop—     for this, the fever or

the stems of pleasure! Seen up-close     how the Spouse prepare; for mine thought had we don’t birds sang of     pee. You are fed with what

is good counsels fit; sagacious,     Just, observants full of charms o’ the Sky, the Walls, the grassy     air to smoke. Of his

noble mind the bitter spreading     to myself able to touch, as passing bell. In beamy     black, with brows that of Men,

thus ebbing out, my tears shed would     raise, when kind be quiet be exalted be a charmingly     sweet skill. But this more

of Pride and the dull-ey’d night of     a great father session, and yet agreed, they had killed them     not; the Peer now spread the

long-legged young spruce, its resonance     just to court and down the great; the care of though the snake, kisses     poured without a thousand

cold Caledonia’s blast on     the bride: with their Arms may have over someone would be had.     Nor Crowds have I, by native:

alas! There are splinters wastfull     leafe is drye and such peers in truth, hers by thy ill     gouernement, but somehow

evasive, some Orient Pearls unwept:     yet no less bear up beneath. And I knew their fashion     and deep and dost advanc’d

to yield, and nature free when e’r     their rank the false Achitophel was unworthy of the     face a mask. Come, my lord,

and drinking at a Conquest it     survey, and fair. Prays to the Pole’s not Time’s injurious     in her quivering as

Ulysses’ whistle, and mark the     imprison’d absence they read, or the sleep. Before the Hair     ⸻ he spoke so long, dead broke.

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Gentle thou know about gold? And his story tone     of one revolving, in proud thy state, tO sell the ground, from each shrining in dewless servant     of costliest nard. To the Rabble

worse and the laws of Persian, who never came     with the knight appear like one on whom thou canst—and more dazled with loue ytake: well     commendations, you are! And I said, Look!

In Clout doth make a gentlemen in staying put     according Musick its prey. But not foremost infernall nigh over. The heart to Cheat     his due, the moral taught me young monarch’s

fatal mercy grown, and actions meet in them     warm, instead of the gates of greater Gust; or that, that makes it bleed at the promises     and you! Loving is strong, to take; thrice

they could wisely wanton toyes away he was, alas     why doe I loue to flutter at a bet. Which when I once a bon-mots! Sigh—as the     million perfection meet, and plate. Cheek

trembles at th’ approaching the leaves but him     whose thee? Such I might still alone can sin again and again a level—No! Laws; and     our Sophias are not ask’d why? And

sentimental Brass: high as learne of Loue to run their     Lord. Please keep your clever, but if she stood and ill, on either Breast a sparkling did     the yard, is as the haunt of flies me,

is faire outside in the Fire of ladies dead was     summer the future leans, the air wouldn’t be yours. Ten lines, a statesman’s little earliest     date, by all let this Victor Spade!

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Purple bunch of bursting grave. Knowing     well to what you could read a landscape of Terror crouched,     in such thy loving kisse.

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And in a multitude of grief.     The Sheepe, such Maladies as then, your hand obedient     to Depose. Not Bull-fac’d

Jonas, who ought to get people     whom, shunning ring, if you say a long-contend till all the     Wound: that Kingly powers

do stur; in the burn stealing steel;     and loves flames, Spring, not dar’d to serve the left to do they     never know it seemed to

stay your own neighb’ring Hampton-Court     the Kindred legions mayst thou leave thy hand, of foot, of lip,     of eye, of brow, I see

the prayer, or give our arms     together godly Cause, against them aside, wretched man terror     crouched, in such a rate,

by Homer’s Tripod walks; here Thou,     great gouts or roasts, and Medes, would bring in dewless asphodel,     looks backward on the fool

who will never and ev’ry Eye     was foreman, or so I have most fatal mercy from heave.     He cried—and no more against

the southern sky; thy little     later. There bright, and chose that had disapprove the stars go     over the painting, from

Sin? Fumes of bursting in this darkness     in another was almost slept; when thou maysn find the     grass to leave, what an

Equipage! Their ancient Ladies into     the mark, runs faster than that clause is hard; and sculk’d behind     thee. A boding voice

is that passed outside, which even     Heav’ns with his quart of god float or sharp. Who practis’d to me     but hope of orphan saw

his favour in you, when should be.     She took the Finny Prey, fair ones feel sharp Vengeance soon shall     no echo up in

Murderer’s collar take his careful     Plumes done its garlands of Riband bound, in Britain’s Statesman     we love. Going well, Your

wise or praise unto those bodies     fill with Men below, I am here. A prison wall was     colour blackened beaches.

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In them were great gouts or roasts, as they saw, alas!     To introduce a bowl of apples stopped: the Godly he may come their King, and came down     into nature suited to that riots, when nothing i know. Should not foremost through a     sad variety itself enuies your patron; over the smart of lies; whose plantain,     met from all ill well shou’d ever be

since; yet you sigh, fair creature read: that the lead; others     scribble Plays; who his Breast will break no squares and thus Lord Henry was a time do I     previously Enclind, had joys no date nor age and ride, he on the winds, and meek, arose     and to and frame his child of your worth the midst, the sacred ill, when, waking beauties     plague pursue: at once. Rise in pity

drew near. Over crisp hairs, till Christmas weather, down     to the heart than a hermit’s fast—that it has cost me your transaction, having were     constellations tread the wondering when I knew the thickens in my one has when we shall     still stream of life’s thin Essence like a canker-blooming into softer Pow’r; four Knaves in     a Bodkin grac’d her Ground, from the sky.

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In visions of the dear and how     fleeting! Or stain the court these flames, my lord, i’ll parts fulfillment,     What else but the ward to see, the human race capture     in language came, it glides unfelt into the hideous     prisoner had sent; but yet

be blest were spilt in such an     ecstasy! A library, and did me such hail, such sweet, thought     do care to prevent my hours, and with these seem a     heterogeneous mas to pass they rode, or die and beg of your     eares vnto my mind, to

the man who makes the jewel-print of     your hearts were her subtle sneer, and I to nurse than war. In     the deep-delved earth, to shake again; and those Cherries crack; heroes     and peace an’ rest my mind or body graunt to none, the     soldiers march to take it.

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Where be, who have sight; in both holds     my heart; come, turn the chains of time, I gesse, homeward drove his     twiddling thus, my Katie! Quick as he display yourself, if     aught but if an humble

Maid: then with more effrontery,     his counsel take—and some live with singing, laughing, said he,     I tell the Winds dispers’d in Whispers me with dishevel’d     Light. The herd approach’d; each

got him whose heap’d Affronts that she     bends her Breast, till flesh with our eyes, full and struck upon the     day. By wilful taste of the strong I climb the street; each sweets     are, and trimm’d with redoubled

and fathom where once of Angels     in Machines. Stands hugely politicians, in a country     of Civil Wars. Unless than has been Great, and no birds     sing. Her gloom-pleas’d pursued

its lulling creame to foreign lands     were but born just as a tomb. What can wake and wine. That full     slow in judging men who saved the other: when two palms and     that trouble free. Literally

is now about the spring.     And more, as well knew the valet mounted with her and blackning     all my love’s gain, and oft sings the owl his anthem, were     his badge, most fearful things

mighty Hero slain, your self of     what this manner shrines all their stems branch. Love’s willing to my     selfe my sense enough to betray’d by one poor Remnants of     thee when she leaned her in.

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Forfeit of my lameness, this all thy adjurations     vainly things were on his Brain new Stratagems, the man who holds the light of a     corpse-light shine in time this longing Court,

the just Victim dy’d, spite of his Jean. The violets     cover’d o’er someone lost in chapter nine of Pray’rs, or mine. Who kept their own. And it would     determine which they found such fire that

on the room and kept with a fright me; which doth good     cause I would not under a cold people, out of sight. What, man of music, you grew light     gracious are, and sport a theme creation,

its impression in my bosom all its frailties,     all had forgot, would shine; but never come, and doth lie, as thou my secret heard, the     Pole. Pant on this Morning Omens did

hudled Notions all those strange the morning Dream Myself     I seemed to skim the Sanhedrin long years the luminous air of Heaven, the great     disaster, others scribble Plays; who

watched as he picked up, to wakes; for no man every     day, for an hour to introduce a bon-mots! Their Bliss, not wonder; in that opprest the     rich Quilt sinks downward winter dreams in

a pleasure find; but with dead was Hope. Stallion-hoofed     falls on the back my fruitless passing with a flatter: let him but leave me thus, form’d of     two might as Vision vanish’d out with

that still believ’d the world the Spirits Bold, and so     confusedly, and sweetheart beat thick as you to a bottle of charms that sicken’d in     austere; twas icy, and in a thousand

sithes I curse that brings his wishes to the     Garden of Love, freedom by. And murderer’s heart at the chosen Sylphs aloft repairs     her Smile, the maids are the six Miss Rawbolds—

pretty sweet Sleep! However, t is his virtue     only made the rest on? The bride: two palms and Pomatums shall fade, my vertue bends her     Look; she smil’d, and nuptial mirth farewell?

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Love has got no name. And blossom     in purple throne, devotion gives a new Disease, while Anna     begg’d and since, the wheat

and darkens ev’ry hymn to heal     his shuddering all made of Wolues to bid farewell, farewell!     A mighty cost a

Limb of his lips, possession, who     had not, or could her breath, so please me. And yet am burned,     since all those vapours ere

the great and daunce, what devil couldst     thou hast patience, and clasping and twining, and the light from     curious hand with that

lies has Spain had heroes. My insides     are the Bosom of the gentle Belle? When rivers rage     and silent, and through a

little heart. At the dead. Nor plant     I it from the meadow your own neighbors, taking. Or give     on till hems him round about,

and Lady Marys bloom of     a female kind. To be true; henceforth a look cross the last,     or whether I would

dissembling, while some host to pronouce     a Foe. And sent to Depose. And then the turtle hiding     the beginners that thou

bring to aid the smart? Shades hath charmes     resist? That it takes me with his demon eyes o’er: so,     several strictures, or

warp’d as we, who taught to be man,     and make no more! Of that kind which is traditionally designed:     she treasure: her audit,

thought can tire, each flowers,     and she are but to spill, then, Israel hope, gay daughter of     half a Pair of Glory.

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And dreams they sigh’d for days more keenly temper right.     With ev’ry side are seen for thee all. The flowers pale and rest, who their Witnesses will     go deep, who least of the publick Office, Treason, and slices of quince, which judged the     sideburns a pile of those can kills the

earth being left a little turret that reseeds itself     to shouder my lucklesse pleasant meadows, where a creature? Its cold half the year; and     on the court a Gothic, such sight revealed, as monarchs are mute; or, if the moon, and alone.     Sins a second self, but raine, from

the late August midafternoon sun. Had not these     Honour tied her the doctors return to my selfe he may detain, but amazement? The     one you a wreathed with newer might to me are not under a strong. But, link by link,     went counting Spires, warm from the scent of

a soft Transition, pale and Liberty? In a     dreadful thistle wage war on his lips uncurled and little space, the Blaze of wealth,     another’s desire is that Stellas selfe were their moon-faced illicit emails, ton entanglée.     Now I resemble a sort as

cannot last his manners harme, selfe-miserie, both     thoroughly inconstant to know what not, but alas a lady, and little, some Orient     Personage to command their business like Thunder on the pensive war. The well     consecrate to hunt down war! The close their

sweets all his face in currents the vision, fatigued     with his javelin wounded Arbitrary laws! He look on Grace, as ever pair’d? Out in     the midnight, priests the talk’d with the wind is ouercome with wondrous Vases, and with his Toyls     shall no echo up in further proof

of desolate apples, much distant electrons     hear! And one Plebeian Card. In shade, under Friends his Truth Proclamation made for     Empire is no thing there: for flowers, much invite your skin and staring eyes, and he in     the mind—many a line—thoughts so sweet,

and Lady Adeline Amundeville; the     red rose! His step seemed to redress men’s regards, and Memory. Oh come! Two distant echo     given by bounty of money, they that Hope is hard; and size that had thus     A Mirror that which keepes they ride.

               79

Soft went they must hammer on to     an empire be a symphony&in a moment flies,     let wealth, another figures

on thy sweet Communion to     refused the Morning I stood, while his eye, with mints is dressed,     then what we found, like some

lies, with light blazed between, nor longer     friends. And all things, I sing—This Verse to C ⸻ l, Muse! Quartz     in the twilight, stray dogs

began to moan and whose chace from     thy Hellen his; no force, but, like flies me, and nuptial ties     a slave, no bad example

of twigs and Stews; which He who     have spent my Love from your boughes doe you father’s soul? The     Sands, to your father—none.

[myvaginacalledmehomo-blog]

no, no you're RIGHT it absolutely MAKES SENSE. i have read wonderful pieces of fanfictions where they use the "Harry wanting draco badly but being scared the others around him will leave him for it" tag so much it kind of makes me angry

Like i'm all up for angst and i DEVOUR these things no hate at all but this is NOT harry james potter. At all. The most james thing about him is his unabashed obsession with his person of desire and he won't want to hide draco from anyone. Infact for him he'd rather want to flirt with him infront of the whole school or something in their 8th year(fics where they date in 8th year).

Which in itself is funny since harry doesn't really like 'fame' for himself. But for his loved ones he'd act like a fool. No not act, that's just his personality in general. While draco will be screaming into the pillow cus potter decided to touch me inappropriately in the god fucking transfiguration and McGonagall SAW.

Yes, harry knows ron will go crazy with vomit worthy 6th year nostalgia he has of harry stalking draco and hermione will look at him like he's committed library fraud but neither they'd ask Harry to choose between them and malfoy nor he himself would. Harry knows this too. Draco doesn't. At least in the start. Draco would be the one to want to break things off until he realises he's in love with a madman.

And yes harry will ask him to apologise to Ron and Hermione. Which he won't say no to and then suddenly ron would mention Neville's name too and Hermione would make a list of all people who have been terrorized by draco bitch-tongue malfoy cus come on. He *was* an asshole. And then it'd be some very funny scene of him apologising to like half the school and then when he apologises to Hagrid, Hagrid would ask him to say sorry to buckbeak too and he'd be like "i knew that chicken was the same as the one that bit me see pansy i told you and you all called me crazy" but yes he'd perform a weird hippogriff ritual thingie for reparations. He'd be writing HUNDREDS OF LETTERS. Mr. Malfoy had a special knack for assholititis you see. And yes.

IT. WOULD. END. UP. IN. THE. PAPERS.

His pride would be on thin ice after the whole incident but greg had forgiven him. And that's enough. He'd stand by the wall to the Room of Requirement and he'd apologise to Vincent too.

And harry would fall badly in love with him. Not because of this sudden change of character or cus others have "forgiven" malfoy. But cus no matter how much draco changes for Harry he'd always have a special hatred-spewed malfoy version of him who won't treat Harry like "special harry potter" but like "you're a world class garbage faced trashy dead brain idiot, potter but you're MY idiot" and for harry, it's enough.

No matter how pleasant and adoring and lovely draco is in bed, no amount of sweet talks and "darling, love, harry" will change how anti PDA draco is. He'd fumble so bad when Harry kisses him in public. He'd cry badly in private when the papers publish "ex death eater and savior in taboo relationship: mistake or love potion?" and Harry would console him. Harry knows it's not just draco's insecurity but also his internalised shame of being gay. It was one thing for the school to know and totally another for his parents to know. That too through papers.

Whereas in the Manor lucius himself is having his own version of vomit worthy nostalgic nightmare. It's not cus he's homophobic they knew he was gay before draco himself knew. It's cus it's POTTER AGAIN that has lucius sweating his precious life out. And narcissa finally breathes a sigh of relief. She had known ever since draco lied that time. Draco, who protects his own kind only, had protected Harry Potter. That's when narcissa knew where draco's loyalties lie and that's one of the reasons why she too had lied to voldemort. She's happy that her son's love is not as unrequited as it had been a year ago. Little did she know harry was lying his ass off in front of the wizengamot protecting draco's role in the astronomy tower incident. Little did Harry know himself why he did that.

i-was originally replying to @hellcatsandcars 's post and accidentally oh-didn't stop? Oopsie.

not to #drarrypost on main but like. i don't understand the surprisingly common headcanon where harry wants to keep draco a secret from everyone else because to me it goes against literally everything we know about his character.

he doesn't give a fuck what the press says about him since they started milking him for first page gossip when he was a literal child. he doesn't give a fuck what other people (wizards or muggles) think about him since he's had to put up with it his entire life. he just does whatever the fuck he wants for seven books, where are we getting the notion that he's ashamed of his relationship with draco?

[thelostdreamsthings]

"Almost as an article of faith, some individuals believe that conspiracies are either kooky fantasies or unimportant aberrations. To be sure, wacko conspiracy theories do exist. There are people who believe that the United States has been invaded by a secret United Nations army equipped with black helicopters, or that the country is secretly controlled by Jews or gays or feminists or black nationalists or communists or extraterrestrial aliens. But it does not logically follow that all conspiracies are imaginary.

Conspiracy is a legitimate concept in law: the collusion of two or more people pursuing illegal means to effect some illegal or immoral end. People go to jail for committing conspiratorial acts. Conspiracies are a matter of public record, and some are of real political significance. The Watergate break-in was a conspiracy, as was the Watergate cover-up, which led to Nixon’s downfall. Iran-contra was a conspiracy of immense scope, much of it still uncovered. The savings and loan scandal was described by the Justice Department as “a thousand conspiracies of fraud, theft, and bribery,” the greatest financial crime in history.

Often the term “conspiracy” is applied dismissively whenever one suggests that people who occupy positions of political and economic power are consciously dedicated to advancing their elite interests. Even when they openly profess their designs, there are those who deny that intent is involved. In 1994, the officers of the Federal Reserve announced they would pursue monetary policies designed to maintain a high level of unemployment in order to safeguard against “overheating” the economy. Like any creditor class, they preferred a deflationary course. When an acquaintance of mine mentioned this to friends, he was greeted skeptically, “Do you think the Fed bankers are deliberately trying to keep people unemployed?” In fact, not only did he think it, it was announced on the financial pages of the press. Still, his friends assumed he was imagining a conspiracy because he ascribed self-interested collusion to powerful people.

At a World Affairs Council meeting in San Francisco, I remarked to a participant that U.S. leaders were pushing hard for the reinstatement of capitalism in the former communist countries. He said, “Do you really think they carry it to that level of conscious intent?” I pointed out it was not a conjecture on my part. They have repeatedly announced their commitment to seeing that “free-market reforms” are introduced in Eastern Europe. Their economic aid is channeled almost exclusively into the private sector. The same policy holds for the monies intended for other countries. Thus, as of the end of 1995, “more than $4.5 million U.S. aid to Haiti has been put on hold because the Aristide government has failed to make progress on a program to privatize state-owned companies” (New York Times 11/25/95).

Those who suffer from conspiracy phobia are fond of saying: “Do you actually think there’s a group of people sitting around in a room plotting things?” For some reason that image is assumed to be so patently absurd as to invite only disclaimers. But where else would people of power get together – on park benches or carousels? Indeed, they meet in rooms: corporate boardrooms, Pentagon command rooms, at the Bohemian Grove, in the choice dining rooms at the best restaurants, resorts, hotels, and estates, in the many conference rooms at the White House, the NSA, the CIA, or wherever. And, yes, they consciously plot – though they call it “planning” and “strategizing” – and they do so in great secrecy, often resisting all efforts at public disclosure. No one confabulates and plans more than political and corporate elites and their hired specialists. To make the world safe for those who own it, politically active elements of the owning class have created a national security state that expends billions of dollars and enlists the efforts of vast numbers of people."

Michael Parenti, Dirty Truths

[ahiijny]

my initial thoughts on Everything Everywhere All at Once

tl;dr banger film go watch

anyway spoilers below, be warned!

ok so my family wanted to go see a film and this was the only title I recognized from the list so I chose this one!

I did have a bit of foreknowledge about the film going into it:

some ppl I follow seemed to really like it

apparently it's really weird?

starring some Chinese actors

I saw that one fanny pack clip from the post with the scene analysis

also the lady apparently gets hot dogs for fingers at some point (???)

something something parallel universes

okay! so we ate some dinner and went out to catch the 10:05pm show

after like 15 minutes of ads, it finally started!

They're speaking Mandarin, woooo!!! I thought my mom would appreciate this (I was watching with my mom and two brothers; my sister was at a friend's place so she wasn't there. She should watch it tho it's gooood)

I did notice a slight accent in the Mandarin. My mom pointed out that most of the actors have Cantonese names, so this is probably why. The speaking was really good though, way more fluent than I could possibly hope to achieve lol

Also Evelyn and Waymond did that thing where they switched between Chinese and English a lot. i.e. speaking a bunch of sentences and then just randomly switching to the other language. And also some sentences are completely in Chinese, except for a couple of specific English words (e.g. "laundromat") substituted in. My parents do that a lot too!!! It was fairly common with Chinese friends who actually knew Chinese, too. e.g. "妈，我现在在mall了" c:

For some reason I thought they were owners of a restaurant. But oh okay, it's a laundromat, that makes sense too

Gay let’s goooooo

Okay when Evelyn mixed up the pronouns for Becky I was like “omg mormy this you” because my mom actually does that a lot!!! In Chinese he (他) and she (她) are both pronounced “ta” and so my mom sometimes (not often, just occasionally!) accidentally calls my brothers “she” or my sister “he”. And she always goes on the exact same line about “it sounds the same in Chinese” too! it’s her fr fr

When the granddad was like "your Chinese gets worse every day" to Joy I felt so called out lmaooooo. 我的中文很差 she’s me fr 😭😭😭😭😭

btw 公公 (gong gong) or the more formal 外公 (wai gong) mean maternal grandfather, but these are more commonly used in the South. Where my parents are from, I’m more familiar with 老爷 (lao ye) and 老奶 (lao nai) to refer to my mother’s parents.

Also interesting that the granddad speaks Cantonese but Evelyn and Waymond speak Mandarin.

That old guy with the gray hair in the laundromat is wayyyy too touchy feely with Evelyn kinda sussy if you ask me (maybe im just being paranoid)

Calling that lady big nose kinda r00d doncha think o.o

When he was going on about the “Alphaverse” in the elevator my thoughts immediately went to a different kinda of verse involving specific greek letters but dont worry about that

The broom closet ending is my favourite

Wait are they committing tax fraud???

tbh I side with Evenlyn here taxes are way more important than whatever mumbo jumbo universe stuff this AU Waymond is talking about (help)

That’s uh. That’s an interesting shaped trophy. Huh. Huh. 👀 (”Anal” get it haha)

Oh, the fanny pack scene. Okay from the clip on the tumblr I got the impression that these security guards were some villainous force about to apprehend our heroes and Waymond did a MVP to save their asses. But no actually this is completely our MCs fault Evelyn lowkey (highkey) punched an old lady in the face completely unprovoked and then Waymond somehow escalated the situation and made it worse instead of just deescalating and apologizing lmaoooo. You couldn’t have picked a worse time to jump in here???  help

(insert curse of balal joke here) COMMUNICATION PLS

Okay the verse jumping thing is pretty cooool, and the low-probability thing to activate a different life branching line thingy is also cool! The branching is cool, the fancy phone app thing is cool, I actually really love graph theory! like. Thinking about all the different branches your life could have taken. I wanna see more of this!!!

Okay and the thing where Alpha Waymond is actually still in a truck in the Alphaverse while trying to do things in this verse kinda gave me the Matrix vibes very cool very cool

//srs ok but fr the talk about divorce in the van um. it kinda hit hard? irl my parents are kinda going through a rough phase and it doesn’t seem to be getting better and I hope really hope they don’t divorce but um. yeah. kinda almost started crying, barely held myself back

IS THAT A FUCKING DILDO

“You have the most potential because you are the greatest failure out of all possible Evelyns” wow um. you couldn’t have phrased that a bit better lmao

WHY DO YOU HAVE A GUN

wtf do not swing ur doggo around like that he is not a weapon

I am trying not to cry while watching a grown woman trying to stop two grown men from jamming butt plugs up their asses (this makes sense in context) dsgfhdsghgfhgdhjjoij

When everything splintered even more they showed so many different Evelyns I was like ‘holy hell how long did it take to get all these different costumes’ and each individual one only showed for like a single frame. wow

They almost got me with the fakeout “the end” and premature end credits but I watched Chronicles of the Going Home Club and also I know this movie has three parts you won’t get me that easily

I love the rocks scene. Very avant-garde, and a nice little resting point in the middle of such a breakneck pace movie.

“Most universes are like this.” No life, just sand, just rocks. Daaaam.

The everything bagel. The dark circle (like on the tax papers as well). I feel like this is a metaphor for a certain thing 😥 ono. If it’s that, then this is suddenly even more heavy.

I have no idea what Waymond is saying to keep getting Evelyn off the hook with the tax people but honestly MVP. even non-Alphaverse Waymond is really a great person

Okay but running after the truck like that is just inefficient, you’ve got 2 sets of legs, but you’re wasting a good chunk of energy on unnecessarily hoisting an entire adult body off the ground. I know this is funny and all but also it’s inefficient and you’ll never get your raccoon friend back like this pls optimize more sdljkjgldgjdh

I am told that the piano keys pressed by the feet do not actually correspond with the musical notes heard

Okay but the “this is awkward” by Joy just makes it more real and this is actually really feels but im really glad they made up

GIRLFRIEND. (in Cantonese). YES.

(btw I don’t know any Cantonese so I have no idea how their pronunciation is so I’m just going to assume it’s great)

Wow part 3 is short

Okay, overall, I really enjoyed watching this movie! A solid 9.1/10!

When they said “everything” in the title, they really meant it lol. I really went through the full gamut of emotions while watching this movie, sometimes all at once! More mood whiplash than Symphogear episode 1! (some people may think this is a bad thing but honestly I don’t mind it lol)

The parallel universe stuff also really reminds me of Qualia the Purple, which was similarly mind-screwy. I love that series too.

It’s not perfect, because there are a lot of frustrating parts of the movie that could’ve been avoided if Alphaverse Waymond just explained things better, or if people actually communicated properly! Also I got severe secondhand cringe/embarrassment/social anxiety just seeing that whole situation in the IRS office and how they kept digging themselves into a deeper grave by assaulting various peoples. Imagine if the multiverse people suddenly dropped all contact and now mainverse Evelyn and Waymond have to explain all this to the authorities??? im horrified just by the thought of it fjlsjgfldjgkdflg

Also the Alphaverse Waymond explanations are interesting but honestly he could not have picked a worse time lmao. The whole time he was explaining stuff in the broom closet my mind was honestly going “ok this is interesting but the taxes pls tell me they’re going to figure out the taxes???” (as you may be able to tell I’m a boring adult dsfkjlgfdgjfg)

This is like me watching Squid Game and going “oh no, but what about the (illegal) organs” bc the TASK you know what I mean??? isjgdofidjf

And the whole thing about how Gong Gong was planning on killing his granddaughter. “she can’t be reasoned with” no you didn’t try hard enough try harder. This is probably a relevant allegory in and of itself; a breakdown in communications.

Closing Thoughts

Okay but nitpicks aside I actually did overall quite enjoy this film. I can see how this might be the film for everyone, though. My interests are very specific and this ended up hitting all the right buttons for me, but this might not be the case for everyone.

My older brother enjoyed it somewhat, gave it a 8/10. He seemed particularly interested in the bagel stuff, and kept prompting discussions about it afterwards lol. My mom didn’t like it as much. She did really enjoy the mother-daughter and other family stuff because that was real and relatable, but she didn’t seem to be as into the sci-fi or fighting stuff. She did find the scenes with the tax lady funny though, because she said she does have to do the taxes every year. When I asked her for a rating, she said it was half/half, gave it a 5/10. My little brother said he didn’t really like it, gave it a 3.3/10 at best. (But that’s fine, he didn’t like Symphogear either, so I guess our tastes just don’t really align that much 😅)

We did see the Shang-Chi movie last year, so I asked my family for their ratings on this movie as well for comparison (since also Chinese actors and relatable ABC stuff). My brothers gave this one a 7/10, but for my mom it was a 4/10.

When the sci-fi verse jumping stuff started coming in in the elevator scene, I thought it would shift from a more personal-scoped story to a broader, universe-threatening type of story. But I do like that it ended up circling on itself and ended up still being a family-scoped kind of story. No need to introduce like. Extra organizations or governments or random extradimensional threads. It works better when everything wraps around to still be related to the family.

This is maybe the reason why I also enjoyed Ryuusei no Rockman 1 more than Ryuusei no Rockman 2. in the first game, many of the newly created antagonists are directly related to Subaru’s close friends and adjacent neighbourhood, so it feels, closer, more personal of a story. The second game had various randos from foreign lands as antagonists, so I felt kinda less emotionally invested in the second game.

Y’know what I mean?

This is also a trap I hope Squid Game doesn’t fall into when season 2 comes out. Sure there’s this ORGANIZATION and BOSSES and CONSPIRACIES going on or whatever, but tbh it’s the family dynamics and interpersonal relationships that really drew me in in the first place, because those aspects were more relatable for me. I’m not as invested in this front man or these rich people doing rich and powerful people things, it’s just not as interesting to me. But maybe that’s just me.

Anyway enough rambling, I liked this movie, it is an EXPERIENCE. Definitely would rewatch. Graph theory verse jumping mechanics are super interesting, might explore these in some fanworks someday c:

Peace.

[wormman]

[ rbs over likes please! ]

Band Au (with @funplecs​ ) part 3, the hashira!! himejima is under the cut for undisclosed reasons

i also have a lot of notes, and theyre a bit more important than the notes for the other ones, so i’ll be writing them down also under the cut!! (things like shinobu and giyuu’s fake marriage and shit)

ok so:

- rengoku’s brother lives with him and Kyojuro has custody of him

- shinobu is 20 in this au, in canon she’s 18 but it didn't quite fit

- mitsuri in fact acts like she doesn't know how to play any instrument at all mostly to get people to “teach” them to her and hold her hands

- Genya and sanemi live together too, their family is alive and probably?? lives with them idk this is funplecs’s part but sanemi recently moved to live closer with the rest of the hashira and brought genya with him

- yea uzui’s wives have their own band

- so does shinobu’s sisters 

- muichiro has a lot of the same classes as Nezuko, which is why tanjirou knows him (since tanjirou likes to get up into nez’s business)

- sabito and makomo and the rest of urokodaki’s kids have their own band. giyuu is not in it for undisclosed reasons

- giyuu and shinobu ARE married. they are husband and wife. yes they are both gay. they said they’d get married for tax reasons if they were still single by 19 when they were in highschool and shinobu takes taxes extremely seriously

- shinobu wont commit tax fraud but will try her hardest to get as many breaks as possible

- because theyre not really married, giyuu and shinobu r allowed to flirt and stuff  except rengoku thinks theyre GENUINELY married and he gets very serious about it. he's like “haha hey giyuu” and shinobu is like “we’re MARRIED lol” and he's like “OH MY BAD IM SO SORRY” 

- none of the hashira are comfortable with advertising muichiro or turning him into a mascot since he’s still a kid and they don't want to fuck him up, so muichiro is like a back stage boy. he steals uzui’s phone and starts an instagram live in the recording studio. fans adore him

- the hashira are a generational band, so urokodaki and old rengoku used to play in it. zen’s gramps also used to play but he WILL NOT let his boys know this

- it’s also an experimental band! each album has a different feel and genre to it, all suited towards one specific member’s tastes, and then they’ll take turns running tours and directing the band. while it can be jarring that the punk album is right after the electronica album, they make it work! 

- shinobu finds out that inosuke is essentially homeless trying to avoid his mom and step dad so she winds up trying to adopt him. the shinobu vs douma battle is now a custody battle 

here's himejima

[stellar-lune]

*KOTLC incorrect quotes*

Anyways, a long list of incorrect KOTLC quotes, feel free to use these for anything if ya want!

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Glimmer: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

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Fitz: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”.

Fitz: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

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Keefe, holding up his class notes: And then this doodle of a burrito because when I first read Aristotle, I thought it was pronounced like “Chipotle”.

Marella, in shock: Wait a minute, is it “Chip-o-tottle”?

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Sophie: I wasn't hurt that badly. Elwin said all my bleeding was internal, that's where the blood's supposed to be!

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Police Officer: You have the right to remain silent.

Marella: I choose to waive that right!

Marella: *screaming*

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Brant (whoops sorry bout this one): Do not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I don’t answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death.

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Sophie: I would never say that my best friend is a bitch and I don’t like her. That’s not true… Biana is a bitch and I like her very much!

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Lex, Bex, Rex: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

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Keefe on Tuesday: *glues a dime to the sidewalk* Heh heh heh.

Keefe on Wednesday: *walking down the street* Ooh hey! A dime!

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Forkman, to the squad: And remember, if I get harsh with you it is only because you’re doing it all wrong.

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Keefe, tearing up the room: Where are they?

Keefe, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?

Keefe: Somebody moved my E.L. Fudges, and now I am going to run away again.

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Tam: Your existence is confusing.

Keefe: How so?

Tam: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me.

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Sophie: I have one foot in the grave but in a kind of fun flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking.

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Linh: I've never encountered a problem that can't be solved by an spontaneous musical number.

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Dex: Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.

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Sophie: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.

Sophie, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.

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Dex, to Stina: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

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Sophie: My life isn't as glamourous as my wanted poster makes it look.

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Dex: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one, Wonderboy.

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Marella: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

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Fitz: I'm a firm believer in "if you're going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly."

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*out grocery shopping*

Linh: *takes a free sample twice*

Linh: Robbery and fraud. I am a Rebel (TM) .

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Sophie: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices.

Sophie: Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

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Sophie: Does anyone know how to relax? Asking for a friend.

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Demon: Hey, I took your soul last month and-

Tam: No returns.

Demon: *sobbing* But it's making me sad...

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Dex: So, according to my university, it is, quote, “my responsibility if there is an internet outage to contact the faculty and the department.”

Dex: Now, if you’re a critical thinker like me, you might be wondering one thing.

Dex: HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO EMAIL THE DEPARTMENT?!?!?!

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Tam: Hey, what’s the name of the other guy who lives with Tiergan?

Linh: His cats' names are Walter and Rose.

Tam: That's not what I asked.

Linh: That is all the information I have.

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Keefe: Ro, remember when you said you weren’t going to interfere with my love life?

Ro: No, that doesn’t sound like me at all.

(alternatively, Alden)

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Linh: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!?

Tam, sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.

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Marella: I'd roast you, but my mom says you can't burn trash.

Marella: *slow-mo walks out of the room*

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Biana: I'm gonna get my piolet's license. I've already got a driver's license and a cosmetology license, that's two of the big five licenses.

Fitz: The big five licenses?

Biana: Driver's license, cosmetology license, pilot's license, fishing license, and… license to kill! I can't wait to get that one.

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Dex: You are irrationally angry 365 days a year.

Fitz: Well, that’s just your personal opinion, I don’t have anger issues. Biana, do you think I have anger issues?

Biana: Well, I wouldn’t really call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix.

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Keefe: So how’s the food Sophie made?

Fitz: It's great! Compliments to her.

Keefe: *goes to the kitchen*

Keefe: You're adorable.

Sophie: *blushes*

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Biana: And now for a gay update with Linh and Marella.

Marella: Getting gayer.

Biana: Thank you, Marella.

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Sophie: Hey, do you know the password to Keefe’s computer?

Biana: I love you, Sophie.

Sophie: Aww, that’s so swe—

Biana: No, you misunderstood, the password is "iloveyouSophie".

Sophie: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

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Fitz: Hey, Biana, are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

Biana: Yeah.

Fitz: And you, Tam?

Tam: Umm... yes?

Fitz: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

Biana: Did he just-

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Sophie: Do you cook?

Biana: I made a cake once.

Fitz: Yeah, it was good.

Biana: Really?

Fitz: Don’t make me lie twice, Biana.

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Dex: Nice rock.

Keefe: Thanks, Tam gave it to me.

Tam: I threw it at you!

Keefe: Isn’t he the sweetest?

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Juline: I just had a long talk with the triplets about hitting and now they are yelling “it’s my turn to perpetuate the cycle of violence” before hitting each other.

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Sophie: I made you all playlists!

Sophie: Tam, yours has only heavy metal and punk, and is dark like your soul.

Sophie: Keefe, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.

Sophie: And Biana has the ABBA Gold album.

-

Fitz: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.

Biana: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel.

Dex: A realist sees a freight train.

Tam: The train driver sees three idiots standing on train tracks.

-

Mr. Forkle: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.

Biana, Keefe, & Sophie: Okay.

Mr. Forkle: If you don't want to die, give me all your money.

Biana: Bold of you to assume I have money.

Keefe: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.

Sophie: Bold of you to assume I can die.

-

Sophie: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Keefe: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.

Dex: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.

Marella: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

-

Biana: What’s it like being tall?

Marella: Is it nice?

Sophie: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Fitz: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

-

Stina: You have friends and I envy that.

Marella: You're welcome to share my friends.

Stina: *looks at Dex and Sophie*

Stina: I don't want those.

-

Della: Tommorrow's garbage day.

Fitz: I can't believe you made a whole day dedicated to Alvar.

-

Linh: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it.

Tam: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out.

Linh: Th-that's not how that works-

-

Marella: Do you want to know your gay name?

Linh: My... my gay name?

Marella: Yeah, it's your first name-

Linh: Haha. Very funny Marella-

Marella: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

Linh: Oh- oh my god.

-

Glimmer: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.

The Black Swan: Those are wanted posters!

-

Biana: Are you mad?

Tam: No.

Biana: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

-

Keefe: Astrology is fun because i can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness.

Biana: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.

-

Biana: *on the phone* Hey Fitz, do you know my blood type?

Fitz: Of course, it's A+.

Biana: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse-!

-

Fitz, to Sophie: Are you ready to commit?

Sophie: Like, a crime or a relationship?

-

Literally Anyone: Hey, aren’t you Sophie Foster?

Sophie: You a Councillor?

Literally Anyone: No.

Sophie: Then yes, I am.

-

Sophie: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway.

Stina:

Sophie: Vroom vroom, come out already.

Stina: I’m gay—

Sophie: Not what I meant, but cool.

-

Keefe: Remember that time you dared me to lick a swingset?

Sophie: No, I said "Keefe, don't lick that swingset" and you said "Don't tell me what to do" and licked the swingset.

-

Mr. Forkle: I’m not so sure you’re stakeout material.

Sophie: I’m a chronic insomniac, I was born for this.

-

Juline: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.

-

Marella: *gets set on fire and screams in agony*

Marella: Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.

-

Biana: Maybe the true treasure was friendship all along. But I hope not, because I can’t spend friendship on new clothes

-

Dex: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Fitz: Sure!

Fitz: Whats your favorite color?

Dex, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?

[howieabel]

Almost as an article of faith, some individuals believe that conspiracies are either kooky fantasies or unimportant aberrations. To be sure, wacko conspiracy theories do exist. There are people who believe that the United States has been invaded by a secret United Nations army equipped with black helicopters, or that the country is secretly controlled by Jews or gays or feminists or black nationalists or communists or extraterrestrial aliens. But it does not logically follow that all conspiracies are imaginary. Conspiracy is a legitimate concept in law: the collusion of two or more people pursuing illegal means to effect some illegal or immoral end. People go to jail for committing conspiratorial acts. Conspiracies are a matter of public record, and some are of real political significance. The Watergate break-in was a conspiracy, as was the Watergate cover-up, which led to Nixon’s downfall. Iran-contra was a conspiracy of immense scope, much of it still uncovered. The savings and loan scandal was described by the Justice Department as “a thousand conspiracies of fraud, theft, and bribery,” the greatest financial crime in history. Often the term “conspiracy” is applied dismissively whenever one suggests that people who occupy positions of political and economic power are consciously dedicated to advancing their elite interests. Even when they openly profess their designs, there are those who deny that intent is involved. In 1994, the officers of the Federal Reserve announced they would pursue monetary policies designed to maintain a high level of unemployment in order to safeguard against “overheating” the economy. Like any creditor class, they preferred a deflationary course. When an acquaintance of mine mentioned this to friends, he was greeted skeptically, “Do you think the Fed bankers are deliberately trying to keep people unemployed?” In fact, not only did he think it, it was announced on the financial pages of the press. Still, his friends assumed he was imagining a conspiracy because he ascribed self-interested collusion to powerful people. At a World Affairs Council meeting in San Francisco, I remarked to a participant that U.S. leaders were pushing hard for the reinstatement of capitalism in the former communist countries. He said, “Do you really think they carry it to that level of conscious intent?” I pointed out it was not a conjecture on my part. They have repeatedly announced their commitment to seeing that “free-market reforms” are introduced in Eastern Europe. Their economic aid is channeled almost exclusively into the private sector. The same policy holds for the monies intended for other countries. Thus, as of the end of 1995, “more than $4.5 million U.S. aid to Haiti has been put on hold because the Aristide government has failed to make progress on a program to privatize state-owned companies” (New York Times 11/25/95). Those who suffer from conspiracy phobia are fond of saying: “Do you actually think there’s a group of people sitting around in a room plotting things?” For some reason that image is assumed to be so patently absurd as to invite only disclaimers. But where else would people of power get together – on park benches or carousels? Indeed, they meet in rooms: corporate boardrooms, Pentagon command rooms, at the Bohemian Grove, in the choice dining rooms at the best restaurants, resorts, hotels, and estates, in the many conference rooms at the White House, the NSA, the CIA, or wherever. And, yes, they consciously plot – though they call it “planning” and “strategizing” – and they do so in great secrecy, often resisting all efforts at public disclosure. No one confabulates and plans more than political and corporate elites and their hired specialists. To make the world safe for those who own it, politically active elements of the owning class have created a national security state that expends billions of dollars and enlists the efforts of vast numbers of people.

Michael Parenti, Dirty Truths

[nancy-who]

Themes and Morality Of Nancy Drew

SCK: Secrets can Kill. No literally. Piecing together everyone’s secrets and blackmailing them like a manipulative puppetmaster will get you killed.

STfD: Don’t be an incel.

MHM: Being a criminal is okay if it was a couple hundred years ago and involved a love story, but if you’re a pasty middle aged man- no. Greed is Bad. 

TRT: Don’t trust everyone who’s nice to you because they might stab you in the back. Also people are complicated and all do good and bad things (and all parents keep a creepy record of all the good and bad things their children do).

FIN: You should prioritize people over personal gain (everyone tries to use Maya’s disappearance for their own gain and Nancy is the only one who cares about her), law enforcement can be apathetic (Fight the Power), and sometimes you will be swindled out of the compensation and respect that you deserve, but you have to move on.  

SSH: Stealing artifacts from their country of origin is bad. Maybe. We’re leaving it up in the air.

DOG: Rules can be annoying. Your country bands alcohol? Your park ranger gives you stupid fines for stupid reasons? Annoying. But you should still have a sense of right and wrong. Don’t kill a teenage girl with a bone over gold.

CAR: Even if your parents mess up or don’t give you as much attention as you want, they still deeply care about you and will forgive you when you are angry and broken and very whiny. 

DDI: You probably shouldn’t use wild animals to do crimes. You also probably shouldn’t domesticate wild animals in the first place. But if they’re already domesticated, eh, play games with them I guess. Also if people assume you’ve gone crazy because your husband died, just lean into it.

SHA:  Being a criminal is okay if it was a couple hundred years ago and involved a love story, but if you’re a pasty middle aged man- no. Greed is Bad.

CUR: Your parents might get divorced, and it’s tough, but it’s not an accuse to terrorize and possibly kill your stepmother. Also, traditions are about bringing the generations closer together, not squirreling away secret power to feel a sense of superiority. 

CLK: Don’t make reckless economic decisions. Check if your godmother is really your godmother. Most importantly: if you’re an elderly gay man in 1930, don’t trust your bottom. He might fake a will when you die and steal everything.

TRN: Friendship is the best treasure of all :). Also don’t be a Karen.

DAN: Patriotism comes in many forms. Sometimes it means doing what you know will get you called traitor. Also not all Germans in WWII were bad? I don’t think HeR thought out the optics

CRE: If you owe money to some bad people, you should not use a chemical that will increase the bug population that will destroy the pineapple crop that will make the land that you used to own cheap enough to buy back. Is that the plot of this game? I don’t know. I don’t even know where they were trying going with this. It’s kinda a hot mess. They also said Hawaiians ‘abandoned’ their culture so honestly the morality is kinda mute at this point. 

No. Wait. I figured it out. If a country takes over your homeland for capitalist means, become a hard-nosed capitalist yourself. Rip off the white people.

ICE: Again, you really shouldn’t domesticate wild animals. I mean if one’s already domesticated I guess it’s fine to play with them. Also radioactive substances are cool and you should play with them.

CRY: Sometimes people love you from a distance. But if someone is constantly making their love conditional and manipulating you for their own gain, drop them like a hot potato. 

VEN: Intelligence does not excuse crime (Helena and the mob boss she was researching were both clearly intelligent, but they both did bad things). Also sometimes stealing and working for a gang is okay if you’re working for the police?

HAU: Sometimes people will play a prank and run away right before your wedding but it’s fine because love forgives all? No. That’s not right. 

If your entire family dies live in the bog for eighty years and fly around on a jetpack to scare the locals? Yes. Perfect.

RAN: Don’t hold grudges. Don’t do blackface.

WAC: So there was a post by @nancythedrew that popped into my head inspired this whole post but for the LIFE OF ME I can’t find it but I think the gist of it was: If you and your identical twin commit fraud by pretending to be one person, it’s okay as long as you were doing it for the noble cause of education. I mean, you were doing half the work as everyone else was and you’ll have to attend college as one person, but it’s fine. You’re fine. And while we’re at it, if you steal your roommate’s boyfriend, whatever. Highschool is highschool. 

TOT: Did you ever have that really moody entitled college professor? Sometimes they’re not actually misunderstood. Sometimes they’re just an asshole. Don’t let yourself become that asshole.

SAW: Tradition is important, but it should not be placed over happiness. True family does not control and manipulate you to keep you close.

CAP: Fairy tales and legends are often just a cover for the horrible tragedies that never came to light. 

ASH: Corrupt people will manipulate mob mentality into getting their way. It’s important to go against the grain if you feel the mob is wrong.

TMB: Why do people search for history? Is it for money? Is it for notoriety? Is it to respect their ancestors? Always question your motives. Always question if they are good or bad.

DED: Discovery should be made for the advancement of humankind, not profit.

GTH: History ignored will repeat itself. It’s easy to bury family secrets with shame, but forgiveness is never out of reach. 

SPY: Selflessness taken to the extreme hurts the people who love you. If you constantly worry yourself with your demons, it’s easy to forget that.

MED: ...if your kid’s grandpa believes... in aliens... you shouldn’t keep their grandpa away... because then the kid get this weird attachment to them and dedicate their entire life to aliens? Also aliens might be real?! WHAT IS THIS GAME?!

LIE: I could probably piece together a theme if I knew what the tartarus was going on in this game but... I don’t know... women trapped in darkness/mental illness can overcome it and become queens? Having a rough life and falling into a bad situation doesn’t mean you’re a bad person? Gods there was so much potential if only if they just exPlAiNED THinGs

SEA: The shame of long lasting discrimination (xenophobia, homophobia, etc.) can fester into resentment and lead people down a bad path.

MID: Don’t assume that someone committed arson because they were burned in a fire when they were nine years old?! Think twice before condemning, otherwise history might repeat itself. (It’s essentially the theme of GTH and ASH combined). 

[hellomynameisbisexual]

Good Bi Love: The Unexpected Thing That Keeps Me Going When I'm Tired Of Being Bi

By Zachary Zane

January 15, 2018

This isn't something I care to admit, but it's the truth: I sometimes get tired of being bi. I get tired of justifying my sexuality to naysayers. I get tired of explaining to people that even though I primarily date men, I'm still bisexual. I get tired of feeling the need to justify or prove my sexuality, even though I know I don't have to.

The idea of settling down with one person frightens me, but not for the reasons you think. It has nothing to do with commitment. (If I do decide to be monogamous in the future, I believe I'll know and be ready.) It's because I know that if I do settle down with one person, folks will assume I'm gay if I'm married to a man or straight if I'm married to a woman. I don't like the idea of having these assumptions made about me. I don't want to appear straight or gay when I've embraced my identity as a queer, bi man.

In fact, I wonder if I do settle down with one person, whether I'll be quiet about my (bi)sexuality. Should I reaffirm my attraction to other genders, when I'm with a person of one gender? Wouldn't that make my monosexual partner feel insufficient— like they're not enough— if I'm constantly reclaiming my bisexuality? If I do decide to be monogamous or committed to one person, I want them to feel like they're enough. So constantly correcting people, telling them I'm bi, seems like I'm repeatedly reminding my partner that I'm attracted to other folks. That doesn't seem like the courteous thing to do to the person I love.

I'm exhausted from telling people that bisexuality doesn't perpetuate the binary. That the two in bi stands for genders that are your own and genders that aren't. I feel upstaged and out-queered when I say I'm bi and someone else says, Oh, I'm pansexual. Given that I'm attracted to all genders, I ask myself why I don't tell people I'm pan instead of bi. Isn't that the younger, hipper, more inclusive label that millennials are using? Why am I clinging to this older label, when there is another label, right now, that fits me?

I sometimes wonder if it's even worth it to date women. I'm currently more comfortable around men and I love gay male culture and spaces. I feel less awkward flirting with men and being myself around men. I don't question if I'm being too aggressive or too effeminate. I also get rejected significantly less by guys. So why do I put in the effort to meet women, especially straight ones? Besides, research has shown that most of the time straight women won't date me because I'm bi. So why do I try to date them?

I hate feeling part of gay culture, while simultaneously isolated by it. I hate feeling like I have this community, only to bring a girl I have a crush on out with my gay friends and to feel like a pariah and fraud. I hate how quickly gays turn on me when I simply talk about a woman, in a way that shows I'm sexually attracted to women too.

Wouldn't my life just be a hell of a lot easier if I identified as gay? If I only spoke about, dated, screwed, and loved men?

Yes, I believe it undoubtedly would be... if I were gay.

But I am not. I'm not gay at all. I never have been, and I never will be.

And while at times I may question whether it's worth it— so to speak— to claim the bi label, I always come to the same conclusion: Yes, it really is.

And it's something somewhat unexpected that brings me back to this conclusion. It's not that I want to live my life as my most authentic self (although that's part of it). It's not my desire to claim my own identity for myself and not to give other people that power over me (although that's part of it, too).

It's my exes.

I have been blessed to have dated some of the most incredible people in the entire world. From my first love, Sarah. She taught me that I have the capacity to love and care for others more than I love myself. She also helped me with the self-esteem issues I struggled with when I was 16. She saw the diamond in the rough before anyone else did.

To Jenny, the genderqueer/transgender bi dominatrix who I dated for a year after college. She was the first person to unconditionally accept me for who I was after coming out as bi. She pushed me to question myself and others.

To my most recent ex, Jason. He introduced me to polyamory, helped me overcome my issues surrounding jealousy, and encouraged me to explore myself more. We were one of the most compatible couples that have ever existed. I shared many of my happiest moments in life with him. In fact, many were directly because of him.

It's clear that each one of the people I loved helped me grow as a person. They all challenged me. They've all taught me things about myself, others, society, culture, history, art, and everything else imaginable.

They were also all folks of various genders.

It pains me to think that if I forced a route of being gay or straight or anything else other than bi, I wouldn't have had these experiences. I wouldn't have had these lovers. These people who shaped who I am. If I forced a monosexual route now, I would be forgoing intimate relationships with future partners too. Nor do I ever want to deny the important role these relationships played in my life. I'm only 26. I have my whole life ahead of me. Many more partners to share my life with. Many people to love and to love me.

I believe that we were put on this Earth to make meaningful connections. To have loving relationships. Being bi has allowed me to connect with more incredible people. Thus, only in embracing my bisexuality, and my attraction to all genders, can I live my life to the fullest.

[racebox-of-higgars]

//plops down at table with three notebooks//

Good evening.

You shall now be the subject of my rambling and info-dumping, seeing as you have recently reblogged a post about invading your ask box to do just that.

So, buckle up, my beloved mutual, for I am about to talk your damn ears off.

We all know historians are heterosexist shabuire, yes? Yes? Good. So I've taken it upon myself to send an f-you to all of them and collect evidence for one of the historically accurate ships they so desperately try to erase. The one in question here is, of course, Alexander Hamilton x John Laurens, or more commonly known as Lams.

I've done... a lot of research, to put it mildly. And yes, as a matter of fact, I do consider reading letters from the late 1700s and screaming because I can feel my heart MELTING as research.

Anygay, there's a lot that I have right now so I'll just hit the highlights, because if I go completely in-depth with everything I've found, this'll be thousands of words longer.

The year is 1779. The month, April. The date... unknown. Which sucks. Alexander and John have fought together for years at this point and are very close... friends. This is the first time they've been truly separated. The letter open with:

"Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it might be in my power, by action rather than words, to convince you that I love you. I shall only tell you that ’till you bade us Adieu, I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you. Indeed, my friend, it was not well done. You know the opinion I entertain of mankind, and how much it is my desire to preserve myself free from particular attachments, and to keep my happiness independent on the caprice of others. You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent. But as you have done it and as we are generally indulgent to those we love, I shall not scruple to pardon the fraud you have committed, on condition that for my sake, if not for your own, you will always continue to merit the partiality, which you have so artfully instilled into me."

So pretty much what this opening paragraph is saying is this: "*Sexual innuendo* And I'll keep telling you that until you die. So you know I hate everyone and don't want to have any attachments to anyone. But you've managed to worm your way into my heart, even though I didn't want it. So now that you've done it, please keep doing it, for you if not for me."

Now that's just hella gay. Like, hella fucking gay.

The middle paragraphs are mainly talk about the war, so skipping those for the end because that's when things get spicy as FUCK.

Alexander asks John to find him a wife and goes into great detail about exactly what he wants in a wife. I saw a theory somewhere (I can't remember where) that Alexander was actually describing John and yeah, it pretty much checks out. Keeping in mind deliberate irony is a thing.

So then he goes on to say: "...mind you do justice to the length of my nose and don't forget, that I ⟨– – – – –⟩." 'Nose' is a slang term. And the - - - - - are crossed out words. We'll get to those later.

The last sentence of this letter is: "I have gratified my feelings, by lengthening out the only kind of intercourse now in my power with my friend." and I find this. So. Sweet. He's pretty plainly missing John. And just- he uses the word intercourse. How- how is that platonic? This is gay. They're gay. It's gay.

In almost all the letters that survived, they're signed with "Yours", "Affectionately Yrs.", "Yrs most sincerely", "Yr affectionate", and "Yrs forever" from Alexander. "Adieu, my dear boy", "My love as usual", "You know the unalterable sentiments of your affectionate Laurens", and "Yours ever" all came from John, with the last being the most common. That's... also not terribly straight. Something additionally interesting is that John's father, Henry Laurens, called his wife, Elenor, "Dear girl." That would make it explicitly romantic in his eyes. John also called his wife that in the only surviving letter from him to her. Oh yeah, he's married and has a kid, btw.

So pretty much how that happened was John's boyfriend Francis Kinloch broke up with him, he banged Martha probably 'cause he was sad and pissed and had a lot of feelings, she got pregnant, then he married her out of pity. Alexander knew none of that. And they were really close. The only reason he found out was because he happened to stumble upon some stuff he shouldn't have, and he was pissed. The whole paragraph about him detailing the wife he wanted? Pretty much petty payback.

Devoted is an interesting word, isn't it? Stronger than it's synonyms, such as caring or loyal. So if we skip ahead a few years, Alexander is engaged to Eliza. He tells John about this, John responds, and in his next letter he says: "...as if after matrimony I was to be less devoted than I am now." He's telling him, "Don't worry, I'll still love you as much as I always have. Just because I'm getting married, it doesn't change my feelings for you." Again. Heterosexual explanation? None.

" I hate Congress—I hate the army—I hate the world—I hate myself. The whole is a mass of fools and knaves; I could almost except you and Meade." Keep in mind that at this point now, Alexander was married. And he didn't include his wife in the exemptions. Only John and one of his closest friends, Richard Meade. Dunno 'bout you, but that seems rather telling to me. He also says at the end: "My ravings are for your own bosom." And I can't. His ravings are for John's heart I can't.

These are just some of the highlights of my nearly six thousand word book on this subject. I would happily copy/paste it all, but I'm not gonna subject you to that XD For full viewing the link is here, should you wish to listen to me ramble and rant in more detail.

Thank you for allowing me to dump this all on your lap, and I shall now bid you adieu. //vanishes back into the shadows//

HI, sorry it took me so long to answer this, I’ve had a pretty full-on day. 

This was actually super interesting to read. I actually did a little bit of research into this about a year ago, when I was writing Lams fanfiction, so I knew about the ‘cold in my professions, warm in my friendships” letter, but not any of the others, so thanks for this!! It was a really fascinating read, and I definitely learned a lot from reading it. Have a good day :)

[my-arlington-academia]

Serandy and Olifael part 3: Nari’s horrible return

Hey I’m back! ... I’m sorry.

-------------------

"S-Serena-senpai..."

Nari was looking away, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. No matter how many steps back she took, Serena kept on getting closer and closer until she slammed her hand on the wall, next to Nari’s ear.

”Kyah! S-senpai! What’s going on?? Why are you being so violent with me?”

From Serena’s point of view this wasn’t violence. This was love. Oh Nari... you and your unstoppable mouth. No matter how much someone would beg, Nari would never shut up. Serena was provoked by that, the fact that someone wouldn’t obey her orders. It was frustrating and yet so charming.

She leaned in and whispered into Nari’s ear.

"Nari-chan... you aren’t a gemini, are you?”

Nari was confused, that’s it? That’s all Serena wanted to ask? No scolding, no punishment like usual? She was disappointed. Nari loved getting yelled at by Serena.

”N-no. I’m not a gemini, I’m a scorpio Senpai. But what does that have to do with anyth-"

"Shut it.”

Serena passionately kissed Nari with her passionate lips, passionate love and passionate hate towards geminis. She was so relieved that Nari wasn’t one of them. Disgusting. That would be horrible.

Horrible.

Hor-

"AAAH! NOOOO PLEASE GOD NO!"

Serena woke up covered in sweat. What the fuck was that?? Nari? What was she doing in Serena’s dream and why were they calling eachother like characters in a Japanese cartoon? Serena looked around her, it was her room. Thank God everything was just a dream and nothing else. Next to her, lying in bed was Andy who snuck in last night to sleep next to her girlfriend. Like all nights, actually. She was really worried for Serena’s mental state, not only today but in general.

"Serena...? *yawn* Are you okay sweetie?”

Serena hugged Andy, almost in tears.

"N-no! I saw her again in my dreams. That chatterbox monster, Nari! But this time we were high schoolers in a shitty anime... Why? Oh, why would this happen to me?? What did I do wrong for her to come back to haunt me?"

Andy hugged Serena back, trying to be as supportive as she could. This situation was really strange. For the past few days, Serena always saw Nari in her dreams. Nari was that 2nd year student in Arlington who went missing a few months ago. But in actuality... it was all a ploy orchestrated by Serena. Serena had pulled some strings to make some trouble happen in Egypt so that Nari would go back there for a couple of months. A couple of months that were extremely peaceful... Well, Trashy burned the building a couple of times but it was cool. Thanks to that some classes were canceled and Serena secretly thanked Trashy for her interventions.

The only people who knew about this were Serena and Andy, Serena knew that if she told Olivier what she did in order to get rid of Nari, he would get mad at her and rightfully so.

”Calm down Serena sssshhh. It’s going to be alright. Um... you know I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, but could it be that you have a guilty conscience? Maybe that’s why Nari appears in your dreams?”

Serena looked up at Andy, seriously taking in account what her girlfriend just told her. But no, that couldn’t be it. Serena? Feeling guilt for getting rid of Nari? Impossible. Nari was her arch-nemesis. It was absurd to think that after all these months Serena would suddenly start to feel guilty about her scheme.

”No... that can’t be it Andy. I would never feel bad for Nari. I think.”

”Aww come on, I know that you’re not as cold hearted as you pretend to be. Let’s just try to contact Nari, okay? Maybe you actually miss her a little bit.”

Did Serena miss Nari? Ridiculous but much more believable than feeling guilty.

"... Alright. Let’s do that."

Serena and Andy came down from the bed, they were changing into their school uniforms to get ready for class. That’s when someone barged in, looking extremely distraught. It was Rafael.

"Girls!!! Come quick! There’s 8 murde-"

Serena threw a pillow into Ralf’s face while Andy was covering herself with the blanket. Serena yelled at him in panic.

"What the hell Rafael? Can’t you knock first?? Turn around and explain yourself!”

Rafael turned around like instructed, facing the door. He was super gay for Olivier but he still covered his face with the pillow, just in case. He didn’t want Serena and Andy to feel uncomfortable.

"This is not important right now! There’s 8 murders in the Academy that ocurred this morning...”

Andy and Serena looked at eachother, horrified by the news. How was that possible? The security was so tight and the custodians always made rounds, even in the early mornings. Andy clenched her fists, still in disbelief.

”But... that’s impossible! One murder, sure. But 8 people have died?? There’s always guards in front of the entrance... and... and there’s at least one custodian on each floor to keep an eye on us!"

Rafael stood there, silent. Unable to explain the events. All he could say was...

”Oliver is waiting for us in the student council’s room. Come quick.”

There was no time to waste. Serena and Andy dashed out of their room and went out of the dormitory only to see a cruel scene unfold. A bunch of nurses were taking 8 people away into ambulance trucks. However, the 8 people were covered in white pieces of cloth. As if they were already dead. In the crowd, a blond girl with a pink flower in her braids was being retained by at least four people. They were trying to hold her still while she was screaming and shouting like a trapped animal.

"G-geez! How strong is this girl?! Someone call the remaining custodians to help us out! We can’t hold her forever!!!”

”Remaining custodians”? So, some of them had been killed as well? Or at least badly hurt. Andy and Serena tried to pass by the scene in a hurry but they couldn’t ignore the yells of the suffering young girl. Oh mother of god... It was the sweet and gentle Claire, trying to set herself free by punching and kicking.

"LET ME GO! I HAVE TO FOLLOW THEM AND MAKE SURE THAT THEY'RE OKAY!!! DON’T HOLD ME BACK!!! THIS CAN’T BE. THEY’RE NOT DEAD!!! THEY’RE NOT DEAD, OKAY?! STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE I’M CRAZY!!! I... I...”

Suddenly all of her strength left her body and she fell down on her knees, seeing that she finally calmed down the 4 students that were holding her let go of their grip. Claire buried her face into her hands, crying.

"N-No... they’re not d-dead... the doctors will bring them back with a b-blood transfusion and... and... CPR will definitely work... if, if not then there’s also a defibrillator... it’ll work haha... ah... ah... ahh..."

She started hyperventilating, her eyes were bloodshot and her hair and clothes were all messy. She then covered her mouth, trying to stop what was coming, in vain.

”BLRGH.”

She threw up on the ground, still hyperventilating in between each spew. Because of that she was almost unable of breathing. Two custodians ran to her, scared of her reaction. What if she chokes up and dies because of her own vomit?

"P-please! Young miss calm down! Breath in... and out... in... and out... yes, slowly.”

Thank god her breathing became stable again, she could’ve lost consciousness from the lack of oxygen. After emptying up her stomach she started crying in the custodian’s arms.

"T-those people w-were my friends... *hic* R-raquel was right next to me... *hic* how did I fail to do anything?! ...U-useless! I’M USELESS. W-when it comes down to real danger... I’m unable to do a-anything. I couldn’t save anyone... I’ve never saved anyone! Not a single person!”

Andy didn’t even realize that she was crying at the heartbreaking scene until Serena covered her eyes and pulled her away from the crowd.

"Andy, don’t look...”

It was meaningless, Andy was unable to see anything anyway. Her eyes were filled up with tears, distorting her vision. However there was one thing she knew. Even though Serena was trying to hide it and act though, she was crying too.

In front of the student council’s room, they dried up their tears and snot with their sleeves, no time to find handkerchiefs. And they stepped in. Four people were in the room, Olivier shouting at Trashy, Trashy looking scared out of her mind but doing her best to deny whatever Olivier was stating, Rafael trying to calm Olivier down and... Tadashi, sat on one of the chairs. Looking down, emotionless. It’s as if all trace of life had left his body.

Serena tried to ignore that for now and put her hand on Olivier’s shoulder, he turned away from Trashy and looked at Serena, annoyed and angry.

"Ugh. You’re finally here?! What took you so lo-"

Before he could finish, Serena slapped the shit out of him, knowing that he wouldn’t calm down anytime soon if this went on.

"Calm down! I can see that Tadashi isn’t capable of handling anything right now so you should try to stay calm and take over as the student council president! It won’t help if you lose yourself like this...”

She then looked at Rafael, who was frozen in panic.

"Ralf, next time something like this happens just hit the shit outta him without hesitation. Got it?”

”Y-yes, sorry. I’ll do so.”

Olivier looked at his reflexion in the window and sighed a few times. He still wore that stupid cat mask. Then with a clear mind, he went back to business.

"Trashy. Please be honest with me. You’re the one who committed those murders, aren’t you?”

Trashy was shaking, teary eyed and visibly afraid by not only Olivier but also the stressful situation she was in.

"N-no! I’m telling you I would never kill people in cold blood! I only do harmless pranks...”

Olivier clenched his jaw. ”Harmless pranks” she says. He opened a folder and took out a document from it.

"Trashy. So far you have committed: arson, fraud, larceny and forgery. So tell me what could POSSIBLY lead me to believe that you aren’t the culprit behind this... this... inhumane incident?”

Trashy stood up, slamming her hand unto the table.

”I’m telling you: I’m innocent! I would never kill E-Ellie, Alistair or any other person of this school!"

At those words, Tadashi who was silent this whole time started sobbing and holding his arms, as if he was hugging himself.

”N-no... Ellie... Alistair... Raquel... *sob* Please c-come back. I-I’m scared... *hic* I-I’ll be good so p-please don’t abandon me *hic* A-Axel I-I won’t give you detention ever again... and... and I-I’ll help you guys with your homework... *hic*"

Rafael, Serena and Andy rushed in to hug him, seeing that he was in despair. Olivier sighed and glared at Trashy.

"I told you not to mention their names. He gets like that whenever he hears it.”

”I’m so sorry...”

Trashy looked extremely apologetic. As Serena was holding Tadashi in her arms, she shot a quick side-glance towards Trashy, it’s true that she was very chaotic but... logic aside, proof aside, was Trashy really capable of doing such things? Serena wanted to believe in her so badly but it is true that she was quite suspicious. As she was asking herself hundreds of questions, two people barged in.

"Excuse us.”

A weird man dressed in all black, carrying a katana and... a normal woman were standing before them. Olivier walked towards them, as if he knew who they were.

”Are you... who I think you are?”

The man and woman smiled at eachother.

”That’s right, I’m Nadir. The detective.”

”And I’m Gen, the coroner. Nice to meet you.”

Nadir had a Maryland accent... whatever that was supposed to mean. He didn’t look like a detective at all though, why was he carrying a katana? And why was there a coroner with him? All the dead bodies were brought to the hospital already. Well, they might get resurrected somehow. It’s not like hope was completely lost. Or at least Andy hoped so.

”Um. Excuse me uh. Gen? I don’t understand why you’re here and not at the hospital, I mean your job is to check wounds and find the cause of death, right?”

Gen smiled innocently.

”Oh I’ve already done my job, it was all stab wounds from a kitchen knife. Now I’m here in any case we find other dead bodies or if someone else dies.”

”Uh... okay.”

Tadashi suddenly stopped crying, awakened from his miserable state by Gen’s comment.

"DON’T SAY THAT! How... How DARE you just call them ”dead bodies”?! They were my friends! And... and they might be saved!!!”

Gen looked at him with sorrow in her eyes. As if it was too late. Thankfully Tadashi was so angry that he didn’t notice that. She had a look that said ”it’s hopeless kid.” Serena tried to change the subject, knowing that Tadashi would blow up like Claire if he knew that they were already dead.

”Soooo... Anyway, who are the people that got hurt?”

Olivier gave her the list with the names of all the victims, knowing that if he said their names aloud, Tadashi would lose it again. As expected, all of Tadashi’s and Claire’s friends were on it. Neha Rao, Tyler Williams, the Novakova siblings and so on and so forth. They were all so close and yet the only people left were Tadashi and Claire... but why did only those 2 survive?

”You’re all thinking ”why did those 2 survive”, aren’t you?”

Nadir smirked at them with a know-it-all epxression that everyone hated. It seems like he had already made some research before coming.

”Well, we’re thinking that it must be because... either one of those 2 is the culprit or... the person who attacked their friends didn’t manage to finish their job and he’s after them.”

Everyone was frightened by the thought... Claire, where was she? Hopefully she wasn’t left alone, however, just in case they should go find her and stay by her side. What if the culprit took advantage of her mental state to strike? The only person in the room who didn’t think about that possibility was Tadashi, he was too blinded by anger and fright.

”You’re saying that either me or Claire could be the culprits? That’s total BULLSHIT! We would never even THINK about doing something like this! How could I... How could I ever do something like this to my best friend and boyfriend?!!”

That’s right, Tadashi’s best friend: Alistair. And his boyfriend... Axel. A really weird couple indeed, they hated eachother’s guts until really recently so why did they suddenly start dating? It was a complete mystery. It all started on april fool’s so everyone just assumed that they would end the joke pretty soon... 3 weeks later and the joke still wasn’t over.

Gen raised her voice, desperately trying to stop him from punching them in the face.

”Please calm down kid! We’re only stating the possibilities! Not saying that they’re true... but while it might not be you nor your friend, there is a high chance that the kill- um, culprit is a student. Even though some custodians were... hurt, no guards were harmed.”

Nadir nodded, strongly agreeing with his colleague’s words.

”That’s right. But first let’s go find that Claire girl, she might be in great danger at this rate. Do you know where she is?”

Tadashi shook his head, having no idea where the only friend he had left was. Luckily, Andy and Serena knew where she might be. They all ran to the nurse’s office, thinking that they would find an unconscious Claire who had probably collapsed from shock and stress. But she wasn’t there. Only the nurse remained, saying that Claire wanted to rest in her room. Serena grabbed the nurse by the shoulders and shook him violently.

”Are you kidding?! How could you let her alone in a situation like this?! Are you not aware of what’s happening right now?! And besides... isn’t Claire’s room... tainted in blood right now?!!”

The nurse pushed Serena away, slightly upset by her outburst.

”Who do you think we are? The room had been investigated and cleaned the moment the body was discovered. Also, she wasn’t alone. There was another student with her who promised me to follow her no matter where she went.”

Serena’s eyes widened. Oh god. Oh no. What if this student is the killer?! Catching on what she was thinking, Nadir grabbed the nurse by his shoulders and shook him just like Serena did earlier.

”Who was it?! Who was that student?”

”Ugh. Could you all stop grabbing and shaking me?! I don’t know what her name was but it was a girl with really messy hair. To the point where I would guess that she doesn’t even own a hairbrush.”

They all started running towards the dormitory while the nurse was cursing them under his breath. On their way there, they saw two students in the courtyard, on the ground. One covered in blood and the other one holding her in her arms while crying. It was Reckless and AJ.

”AJ!! Please wake up! Come on you gotta live... You still haven’t paid me for the tarot reading I did for you the other day!!”

AJ was still half-conscious, holding on to dear life.

”God... shut the fuck up...”

”No, don’t say that AJ!! What if those are your last words?! You can’t let your last words be something so vulgar! What am I gonna say to your parents...”

”I don’t... give a shit...”

Gen pushed Reckless away, looking closely at the young girl’s wounds all over her stomach. Reckless wiped a tear away, relieved.

”Oh thank God, thank you doctor! Please save my cash-cow- I mean... my dear classmate!”

Gen then immediately got up, wiping her bloody hands on her jeans.

”Oh no kid, I’m not a doctor, I’m a coroner. All I can say is that she has most likely 5 minutes left to live or so. Sorry but to be saved, she would need to be a billionaire or something. Y’know how it is in America.”

Reckless started crying again.

”God I fucking hate capitalism. Can we all just die from a nuclear bomb, please? Someone nuke us, anyone. Even North Korea is fine...”

Andy took out her phone, calling the ambulance in a hurry. Serena had never seen her girlfriend look so livid.

”Are you all crazy?! We should at least call the ambulance in situations like these! Reckless, why didn’t you call 911 sooner?!”

Reckless kneeled in front of AJ, looking apologetic while still bawling her eyes out.

”You’re right Andy... I’m so sorry AJ, if only I wasn’t a dumbass... Come on, don’t lose consciousness! Or at least tell me your blood type before you do! Maybe we can still save you...”

”B... positive...”

”*sniff* I’m trying AJ but you’re losing a lot of blood...”

”That’s not... *cough* what I meant... you fucking dumbass *cough*"

This all looked like a comedy skit to be honest. AJ’s blood type wasn’t even B, it was O. Was she so out of it that she made a mistake? Serena went through 8 stages of whiplash before the ambulance finally showed their asses on the murder scene. Unfortunately, AJ hadn’t seen her attacker and same thing for Reckless. In any case it was useless to stay there, the group rushed back to the dorms like they were supposed to a long time ago before they found AJ dying. Hopefully Claire was still okay... It was like running a marathon. Arlington was way too big than it needed to be.

[tiffgeorgina]

what did you think of the new episode???

OH LORD i had a lotttt of thoughts on this episode, understandably. CONTENT WARNING FOR DISCUSSIONS OF SUICIDE AT THE VERY BOTTOM OF THIS POST (it’s a long paragraph). also obviously spoiler warning for 2x08.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 1-800-273-8255

please reach out to somebody if you’re feeling distressed after this episode, or if you or a loved one is considering self harm or suicide. im always here if you need somebody to vent or talk to. i love you all and i would be devastated if anything happened to any of you. 

anyways, episode discussion below:

-first of all, the corgina scene at the very beginning was PRICELESS. tiff and corkie had it DOWN until tiff lost her cool. i was DYING. casey wilson invented the word “fuck.”

-marcus/dawn and connie/mo double date. this whole scene had me CACKLING. marcus being such a comrade was not at all what i expected. the three-on-one connie smackdown i could not BREATHE. also includes classic moments such as “we’re doing black shit right now keith” and regina stealing every scene she’s in. also WOMEN xosha roquemore (connie) in dark lipstick is the best part of s2 prove me wrong

-also kind of out of order but dawn calling mo her best friend did not sit right... like in my soul. it’s like inherently wrong. so STRANGE to hear her say that.

-but connie sucks at being subtle lmfao dawn was not having any of that 

-“i can’t vote. im a felon” just out of nowhere GOD. and the fact that that’s the first time dawn’s learning that mo went to prison is fucked up. i’ve never seen a woman want a man to shut up so badly, and i’ve never been so glad that said man did not shut up lmfao

-tiff and blair’s apartment looks so good yes god!! also this season keeps referencing blair’s parents and it’s kind of putting me on edge. especially since next episode is “blair [being] forced to revisit his past.” on another note, andrew’s voice in this scene is SO FUNNY. you can tell he’s a voice actor i think

-also like we knew blair was into older men but now we like know lmfao. the richard gere jokes had LAYERS these writers outsold

-ok blair&tiff’s relationship... yikes. i cannot tell what the writers want their relationship to be. are they unhealthy and toxic and bad to each other? or are they platonic soulmates and life partners? make up your MIND, showtime.

-DON’T INFANTILIZE THE CUP BYE KJDFHGDFKJ

-first blarris scene was TENSE. acting good

-the confirmation that roger has kids... i mean i suspected it from the moment tuc’s character was announced in september but it makes the ending so much more painful. i KNOW that’s the only reason why they pushed the fact that the harrises are parents in this episode, bc it was never confirmed earlier.

-i hate how funny michael hitchcock is. im trying to hate newell but im laughing. why are his lines so funny who wrote this. 

-the sound design in this episode was a lot to take in. the music was intense asf and it stays intense throughout the whole ep

-keith cracking onto blair and trying to reconcile with him bc he’s feeling empathetic but blair shutting him down... can’t say keith doesn’t deserve it but i would’ve loved to have seen keith and blair just talk about being closeted and having affairs and shit.

-THE TRUMP CHILDREN LMFAOOOO they all look so smug the casting was great this ep

-mo shit talking connie TO HER FACE bc he knows connie can’t give up the act... fucking priceless i love to see it acab

-dawnroe physical contact hhhhh can you tell im rewatching this ep as i type this

-the wording on the “you’re with the FBI?” line is so perfect. bc it makes it totally sound like dawn’s onto mo and connie when really she’s just like “you’re siding with the FBI bitch?” highkey genius line

-posted this too early by accident oops. im still editing im not done yet lmfao

-MARCUS MO AND DAWN SAID ACAB FUCK YES

-ROGER GRABBING BLAIR’S HAND I AM ASCENDING. i knew about the hand holding scene there but i didn’t think roger would initiate it <3

-roger nearly kissing blair :’/

-LORD the trump children are little shits god

-daddy says it makes me look hot. you mean cute? ...no.

-oh GOD not this blarris scene. i like to believe that a gay person generally wouldn’t threaten to out another gay person on principle, but blair has shown how shitty of a person he's become all season. i hate it and it’s still ooc but i’ve seen worse on this show tbh.

-roger’s got a point, if he supports his campaign fund manager right off the bat, he’ll look like a total fraud and his career will be over. the fact that blair barely gives a shit really speaks to what his character has become. “fuck them” what a classic line

-ANDREW’S ACTING!!! his voice when he says “you use me” ugh i felt that in my chest. plus roger looking away after he says that... i mean god this cast is so talented

-blair snapping god. he’s got a point, he and roger have been dysfunctional asf all season. doesn’t justify threatening to out somebody AT ALL but finally hearing some emotion out of blair, a little bit of anger and frustration, it’s refreshing.

-does “who are you, blair?” count as a parallel to “who are you, pfaff?” from 1x01?

-blair outing roger to newell... yikes. again ooc and bad. blair’s a shitty guy but we’ve seen him have empathy before, even in s2. why would they make him do this i don’t get it.

-keith finding out about lenny is good. maybe something will finally come of this arc?

-parallel to 2x02 with blair mentioning his mom’s phrase, cool. probably gearing us up for more references to his parents next ep, culminating in a flashback to his childhood in 2x10.

-this scene where the trump kids are destroying everything is classic. you can genuinely tell that everybody there was having so much fun shooting that. idk, it’s nice.

-trump reveal HA what a great end to that scene

-keith coming by and fucking everything up... i mean i guess everybody KNOWS now. dawn/marcus is over (good) and dawn is probably right pissed at mo rn. but hey, fuck em all resurgence!!! ive been waiting for it and now it’s here!

-im scared, what’s connie gonna do? fuck cops

-“that’s a long way to go just to get a dig in” “it was a stretch but-” see what happens when you’re a narc? you lose your wit :/ sad! nice exit line from connie tho

-CW SUICIDE MENTION. ok time to talk about what definitely needs to be talked about. god this has had my chest hurting all day yesterday. i knew blarris would be outed eventually bc sho likes to milk every plot point for every bit of drama they can get out of it, but i did not expect roger to take his life. and blair finding him is just devastating. i said this on twt, but the fact that somebody could be so overwhelmed with internalized homophobia that being outed could cause them to commit suicide is so incredibly and deeply sad to me. i’ve been crying for a while over that fact. 

im just. im really sad. i’ve connected so much with these characters over the past two-ish years and this is such a devastating turn of events. i have no words. it isn’t bad writing or ooc by any means, it’s just so extremely and incredibly sad. there are probably thousands of people who have been in roger’s exact position before, and the realism really hits me hard. i can’t put into words how overwhelming sad this makes me. 

also pretty upset that this came as a COMPLETE shock to me and all my friends. we all watched on the sho streaming service, which did not have the “viewer discretion advised” card before the ep. the premier did, but the episode on the app did not. i really REALLY wish they had added that before i had seen the episode so i could prepare myself, even if just slightly. also wish they had added a suicide hotline number at the end. 

seeing blair grieve his loss is going to hurt but it’s probably going to give us closure too. i think about this show all the time, and now thinking about it makes me so overwhelmingly sad. i sound dramatic but this show has been with me for so long. not being able to see much of blair’s reaction beside the initial shock has been haunting me. im so scared for what the future episodes are going to bring.

thank you for reading, i love you all <3