#massy all stars

[viceandmature]

Flattery

[tmntstorycomp]

The competition was over. Everyone was celebrating, they were dancing. They were smiling. This was an exciting time, all the work they all put in finally paying off. The ghosts were toting around a trophy, but it was with grace.

They had made friends. They were all friends with each other. The young turtle brought his hand up to his face and pulled it away. Black ink coated his finger tips. The familiar, medicinal smell wafted back through the air

It was over now, wasn’t it?

If it was over, how come everyone was still here? How come the laughter never seemed to fade? They were trapped, did they not know that? That Massy had trapped them here with him?

He doomed them all.

Massy stared as the patches on the floor turned to ink, sinking down into the abyss. Slowly, the patches expanded the ground. It swallowed everything. Boxes, old photos of blurry faces, lazily thrown ninja stars, DVDs…. All of them were consumed into the messy ink.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, his fists clenched at his side. He didn’t know how to fix this. How does he fix this?

How do you?

The ink covered the floor, dragging in the turtles that Massy had brought to play his game. Massy felt pangs everytime he heard the shouts. The fear that consumed the realm he ruled over. Laughter faded into cries, flooding his ears with a maelstrom of noise.

Massy watched as the ink crept closer and closer to his feet, beckoning him with its warm, dark embrace.

He stepped in.

The cries grew louder as he fell, his arms trying to find purchase in the air. His fingers brushed against the ink as it surrounded him.

He was alone. He was all alone in a sea of noise. He looks around, but he can’t tell which way is up. His head swirls as he hears the very distant call. A warmth amongst the cold, dark void.

“DAD! DAD, I WANT TO GO HOME! I’M SORRY!” Massy screamed, his fingers clutching at his arm warmers. His eyes burned as he stared at the blankness.

“I’m sorry dad… I want to go home…”

[darklinaforever]

So, I don't deny that Ohsmir is his own ship different from Reylo. This is definitely the case. Acolyte knew how to create his own story for this relationship.

But as I said, beyond being a bit the same archetype of couple and therefore having inevitable similarities, what I mean is that just like Reylo exists thanks to Bastila & Revan while being his own thing, Oshmir exists thanks to Reylo while being his own thing (although for me, they should stop using the Kylo Ren / Ben Solo theme song for Qimir and just create one especially for him...)

Do you understand ?

People complain about the comparison to Reylo, but it's pretty inevitable in the end with this context.

Especially with those who allow themselves to continue to spit on Reylo to put Oshmir on a false footing.

Disliking Reylo and liking Oshmir is completely valid.

But consciously spitting on Reylo to raise Oshmir, when without Reylo, this ship would probably not exist as such, that cannot be done. It's inappropriate.

And again, I have not spoken of those who now allow themselves to spit again on the physique of Adam Driver and prize that of Massy Jacinto.

It's simply disgusting.

Also, I maintain, for me the Star Wars postlogy was very good written until the Rise of Skywalker where they decided to screw up all the character arcs built / set up in the other 2 movies.

Honestly, I'm disappointed, I thought Oshmir would be an opportunity to bring the Reylo stans and other Star Wars fans together again, and in the end, some Oshmir stans are still waging war with the Reylo stans, and I don't understand why.

In the end, we are all in the same side.

Literally I already see antis emerging with the same arguments as for Reylo, and let's not talk about those who object to the swimming scene just as was the case for the shirtless force bond scene of Kylo Ren / Ben Solo in The Last Jedi... (It's crazy to see how angry people get over nothing... 🙄)

[scotianostra]

On February 1st 1918 the author of The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, Muriel Spark was born in Edinburgh.

Spark did not publish her first novel until she was almost 40, but she quickly gained admirers for her taut, comically disturbing works that often depicted odd, malevolent forces insinuating their way into the lives of ordinary people. She was best known for "The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie," her 1961 novel about a charismatic schoolmistress.

Originally Muriel Sarah Camberg, she attended the James Gillespie's High School for Girls. There she met educator Christina Kay who became the inspiration for one of Spark's most famous characters.

At the age of 19, she married Sydney Oswald "Ossie" Spark. The couple sailed to Africa soon after they wed. The union proved to be a brief and turbulent one. She had a son, Robin, with her husband before the pair split up. For a time, Spark supported herself doing odd jobs. She returned home during World War II, leaving her son in Africa in the care of some nuns.

Back home, Spark became involved in London's literary world. She served as editor of the Poetry Review from 1947 to 1949, and published poetry, short stories and critical biographies of figures like William Wordsworth, Mary Shelley and Emily Brontë. In the 1950s, Spark suffered a nervous breakdown and converted to Catholicism. Her first novel, The Comforters in 1957, earned critical acclaim from such established British writers as Graham Greene and Evelyn Waugh.

While she largely considered herself a poet, Spark built up an impressive career for herself as a novelist. After The Comforters, two more novels soon followed —Memento Mori and The Ballad of Peckham Rye . But it was her tale of a teacher at a girls school that really brought her widespread commercial success. The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie became a best seller when it was published in 1961. The book began the basis of a successful London play starring Vanessa Redgrave in 1964. This production later moved to Broadway with Zoe Caldwell as the title character. In 1969, Maggie Smith starred in the film version, which earned Smith an Academy Award for best actress.

By the end of the 1960s, Spark moved to Italy. She lived in Rome for many years. There Spark met artist Penelope Jardine. The pair became inseparable, eventually setting up house together in Tuscany. Jardine acted as Spark's aide and companion. While some have speculated that their relationship was a romantic one, Spark told reporters that it was an "old-fashioned friendship," according to The New York Times.

As her career progressed, Spark continued to explore both the dark and light sides of life in her work. Not everyone knew what to do with this odd balance of the comic and tragic. Scottish writer, Allan Massie (Who I met several times at a writers workshop when at school) described her as "a comic writer with a sense of evil, a metaphysical in all sense of that difficult word" in the Spectator. Another critic for New Criterion wrote that "what first seems like caricature often passes, on closer reading, as unvarnished reportage."

Spark turned her mighty pen on her own life with the 1992 memoir Curriculum Vitae. In 2004, Spark published The Finishing School, which proved to be her final novel.

Muriel Spark died, aged 88, on April 13,th 2006, in Florence, Italy and is buried in the cemetery of Sant'Andrea Apostolo in Oliveto.

[filmmakersvision]

Jawan Review

November 17, 2023

by Inakshi Chandra-Mohanty

In the 1970s, Amitabh Bachchan’s entry into Hindi cinema gave birth to the “Angry Young Man.” He was a hero, who fought against the system, who fought against injustice, and became a voice for the subdued people in society. It was one man against the world. Through the 80s, this phenomena continued, but as the new century neared, the romantic hero emerged and the action hero became an afterthought. People either no longer wished to change the system, or they no longer trusted a lone hero to do it. With the birth of a new generation, softer male leads became the norm with Shah Rukh Khan at the height of romantic stardom.

Though Hindi films let go of this concept, South Indian Cinema, continues to celebrate its heroes through films on injustice with a male lead as savior. So it is only natural that Atlee, a South Indian filmmaker, brings back to Hindi cinema the heroic mass entertainer, ironically starring the very actor who had originally taken away the limelight from the “angry young man” of the 70s and 80s. Jawan follows a man who strives for justice, who wishes to correct a system which favors those who are guilty over the many innocents, and for that, he resorts to vigilantism putting him in the crossfire of both the police and an evil arms dealer.

I did not have great expectations from Atlee. Though his films are entertaining, they have never risen to greatness, barring Raja Rani, which is the best of his work. However, he has great mass appeal and Jawan promises the same.The plot is intricately woven with an amalgamation of elements that tackle many relevant issues in society today. From farmer suicides to hospital inadequacies, by blending real stories into a fictional universe, writer-director Atlee appeals to the struggles of the common man and attempts to raise awareness regarding the flaws in the system that governs Indian society. Alongside important themes, the film’s strength lies in its strongly choreographed action sequences with women at the forefront. Shah Rukh Khan as the man of many names is the hero, but he is surrounded by powerful women fighting for themselves and for others. It is exciting, entertaining, and visually captivating with a thoroughly ‘massy’ feel.

However, my biggest issue with Jawan is the same problem I’ve had with Atlee films in the past, particularly Mersal and Bigil. They’re all over the place. The shift between present and past, the placement of flashbacks, too many characters, too many plot points, everything is a disjointed mess. There isn’t a singular arc keeping the story moving. In an attempt to create suspense, using non-linear storytelling, the makers sacrifice emotions. We begin to connect with a character, or get interested in a certain plot point, but a sudden shift in the story, leaves us hanging. By the time it returns, our emotions no longer remain the same.

Nevertheless, it is entertaining and much credit for that goes to the performances. Every single actor in the cast does a tremendous job: the army of six girls (Lehar Khan, Sanjeeta Bhattarchaya, Priyamani, Sanya Malhotra, Girja Oak, Aaliyah Qureishi), Deepika Padukone in a cameo appearance, Seeza Saroj Mehta as the little girl Suji, Sunil Grover, Ridhi Dogra, Eijaz Khan, and even all those in small bit roles. As for the central trio, anything I say in their praise would be less. Nayanthara is enigmatic and powerful as the law-abiding officer in search of who she believes to be a problematic vigilante. I am glad her stardom is finally extending beyond the borders of the south. Though Vijay Sethupathi has already made his mark on the Hindi audience through Farzi, it is through Jawan his versatility comes forth. I have seen so many actors struggle outside their comfort language, but he doesn’t let his difficulty with Hindi get in the way of his menacing performance. And last but not the least, is the star of the show, Shah Rukh Khan. Comedy, romance, drama, action, there is no genre in which he lacks and Jawan touches upon it all. Such a strong, versatile range of emotions is displayed through one character. This film is a reminder that Shah Rukh Khan’s stardom and aura are unmatched.

Jawan is not perfect, it is not without its flaws. But its entertaining nature, the larger-than-life characters, and Shah Rukh Khan’s explosive comeback make it a worthwhile watch.

[queenslver]

Anna Jernigan better known as AEW's Anna Jay. At just 26, she holds the world effortlessly within her grasp.

A captivating southern belle with an alluring figure and a fierce demeanor, Anna is undeniably a rising star. Though her television persona may come off as brash, beneath the surface lies a gentle spirit, often shy when the cameras are off.

Outside the ring, she relishes the sun-kissed shores and the art of modeling, all while cherishing her beloved Great Dane, Navy, who holds a special place in her heart.

Connections and storylines can be discussed via DMs!

CONNECTIONS

BOYFRIEND:

Nicholas Massie - @nicholasjacksonevp Anna never imagined herself ending up with Nick but, after her breakup from Jack, Nick gave her a shoulder to cry on and she gladly accepted. The two have been inseparable ever since.

FRIENDS

• Mariah May - @ohglamour Mariah and Anna instantly clicked when the young British Bombshell arrived in AEW. Ever since then, the two girls have been friends.

EXES:

Jack Perry - @thegoatperry Jack and Anna dated for what seemed like forever. However, once Jack changed his ways and began acting more like his in ring persona than the man she fell in love with, Anna ultimately called things off. She still holds a special spot in her heart for Jack but, she doesn't think they can ever be together again. They remain friends however and are fairly civil at work.

[goodremdaily]

hatcmedia: @deltagoodrem covers issue 16 ✨

Pre-order her print issue and poster online. www.hatcmagazine.com/store

Issue 16 features @hexterandbaines

Delta Goodrem had her life changed when she released her debut album Innocent Eyes at 18 years old. And the Aussie is still on the run 20 years later! Her iconic multi-platinum pop album was just the start; going on to write her debut book, star in romcoms, and deal with health issues throughout the years, all whilst the crowds sang back the lyrics to ‘Lost Without You’. Having joined Shania Twain on her summer tour, giving us the oldies and her new single, ‘Hearts On The Run,’ and serving incredible vocals. Delta takes a moment to talk about what’s happened in her life in the spotlight and what’s happening now in her busy life on the road.

Photography Jess Gleeson Styling Emma Cotterill MUA Steph Lai Hair Styling Heath Massi

#deltagoodrem#hatcmagazine#hexterandbaines#heartsontherun#editorialmagazine#magazine#magazinecover

[healerqueen]

50 Favorite Children’s Books

Inspired by Studio Ghibli director Hayao Miyazaki’s list of his earliest literary influences. This list is limited to books I read in childhood or youth. 50 Childhood Favorites

Caddie Woodlawn and sequel by Carol Ryrie Brink

Winter Cottage by Carol Ryrie Brink

The Saturdays, The Four-Story Mistake, and sequels by Elizabeth Enright

Enemy Brothers by Constance Savery

The Reb and the Redcoats by Constance Savery

Carry On, Mr. Bowditch by Jean Lee Latham

Derwood, Inc. by Jeri Massi

A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Little House series by Laura Ingalls Wilder

Heidi by Joanna Spyri

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher

The Wheel on the School by Meindert De Jong

All-of-a-Kind Family by Sydney Taylor

Family Grandstand by Carol Ryrie Brink

Baby Island by Carol Ryrie Brink

Cheaper By the Dozen and sequel by Frank B. Gilbreth, Jr. and Ernestine Gilbreth Carey

Rebecca’s War by Ann Finlayson

The Lost Baron by Allen French

Snow Treasure by Marie McSwigan

Number the Stars by Lois Lowry

The Winged Watchman by Hilda Van Stockum

A Single Shard by Linda Sue Park

By the Great Horn Spoon by Sid Fleischman

Captive Treasure by Milly Howard

Toliver’s Secret by Esther Wood Brady

Silver for General Washington by Enid LaMonte Meadowcroft

Emil’s Pranks by Astrid Lindgren

Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH by Robert C. O’Brien

Hitty: Her First Hundred Years by Rachel Field

Twenty-One Balloons by William Pene du Bois

Freddy the Detective and Freddy the Pig series by Walter R. Brooks

The Cricket in Times Square by George Selden

Mr. Popper’s Penguins by Robert Lawson

Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White

The Borrowers by Mary Norton

The Wombles by Elisabeth Beresford

Homer Price by Robert McCloskey

The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin

Winnie-the-Pooh by A.A. Milne

Sir Cumference and the Dragon of Pi by Cindy Neuschwander and Wayne Geehan

Tuesdays at the Castle by Jessica Day George

The Bridge and Crown and Jewel by Jeri Massi

The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis

The Gammage Cup by Carol Kendall

Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine

The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien

The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart

The City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau

Young Adult:

The Eagle of the Ninth and other books by Rosemary Sutcliff

The Bronze Bow by Elizabeth George Speare

The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien

Ranger’s Apprentice by John Flanagan

Dragon Slippers by Jessica Day George

Buffalo Brenda by Jill Pinkwater

The Arrival by Shaun Tan

Small Steps: The Year I Got Polio by Peg Kehret (a nonfiction memoir)

Picture Books:

Make Way for Ducklings and other books by Robert McCloskey

Go, Dog, Go by P.D. Eastman

Sam and the Firefly by P.D. Eastman

Robert the Rose Horse by Joan Heilbroner

Ice-Cream Larry by Daniel Pinkwater

Mr. Putter and Tabby by Cynthia Rylant

Discovered as an Adult: Seesaw Girl by Linda Sue Park

The Ordinary Princess by M.M. Kaye

The Armourer’s House by Rosemary Sutcliff

Urchin of the Riding Stars and the Mistmantle Chronicles by M.I. McAllister

Princess Academy by Shannon Hale

Johnny Tremain by Esther Forbes

Escape to West Berlin by Maurine F. Dahlberg

Listening for Lions by Gloria Whelan

The Angel on the Square by Gloria Whelan

Courage in Her Hands by Iris Noble

Knight’s Fee by Rosemary Sutcliff

Victory at Valmy (Thunder of Valmy) by Geoffrey Trease

Word to Caesar (Message to Hadrian) by Geoffrey Trease

The Letter for the King by Tonke Dragt

The Thief by Megan Whalen Turner

The Reluctant Godfather by Allison Tebo

Seventh City by Emily Hayse

Escape to Vindor by Emily Golus

Valiant by Sarah McGuire

The Secret Keepers by Trenton Lee Stewart

[eclvpses]

introducing; geordi quinn massacre

welcome to marina, GEORDI QUINN MASSACRE ( cis man, he/him ) ! they are a THIRTY-ONE year old WITCH who resides in HYLAND PARK. They work as a MUSIC TEACHER at MARINA HIGH SCHOOL and are said to look a lot like HENRY ZAGA. People around the island find them to be +SANGUINE and +CONSCIENTIOUS, but also -HIGH-STRUNG and -COWARDLY. what do you think?

stats.

name: geordi quinn waldo massacre.

supernatural relation: cradle witch from his father's bloodline.

sexuality: gay.

birthday: march 11.

star sign: pisces.

myer-briggs: isfp.

occupation: music teacher at marina high school.

place of birth: marina island.

last played on spotify: unknown / nth by hozier.

general disposition: nurturing and anxious.

background.

geordi was born to an up-and-coming rock star / legend, and his number one groupie at the time

his mum was only 15 when he was born, she still had a whole childhood she wanted to live, and of course his dad didn’t stick around to do any parenting - he was already having multiple other children with multiple other women - so it resulted in geordi raising his mum more than the other way around

by the time he was a teenager his dad was firmly out of his life, his band finally taking off and leaving behind all the families he’d created and destroyed in the blink of an eye to do world tours

the best thing he ever got from his dad was his little sister olive, her own mum and geordi’s close friends that bonded over their hatred for the man that uprooted their lives without even hesitating or caring

growing up already used to taking care of his mum, geordi didn’t hesitate to help raise his sister too, who he still considers his best friend and is fiercely protective of even tho now she’s more his guardian angel than the other way around (she’s sm cooler and he’s just a loser with anxiety problems)

geordi realized he was a witch at a young age, it became sort of obvious when things around him began to set on fire at the slightest increase of any emotion, but it definitely came as a surprise considering his mum is 100% human with no magic whatsoever, so lo and behold his dad cursed him with something else

he never really gained control over his abilities and therefore gets nervous ever using them

just wanted a normal life for himself - the only similarity geordi would admit to having with his dad was their love, passion, and natural gift towards music, so he took this talent and ran, a music teacher now at one of marina’s public schools

most of geordi’s life was as mundane as it could be and he loved it, until his fiancé lark woke him one night in hysterics, a headache so bad he struggled to speak, walk, basically exist -

a simple slip at work that no one thought anything of had led to a burst aneurysm, he was gone before doctors could even diagnose the issue

geordi waited weeks, but lark never returned to him as a ghost the way he’d hoped, so in a fit of desperation, he turned to his sister and begged her to help him bring lark back - of course olive helped, and while for a week or two at best it seemed like the reanimation spell worked, the malevolence some ghosts possess began to manifest in lark and then some, until he became actively violent, attacking geordi in their home and begging to be put to rest again

geordi doesn’t talk about that particular incident (that took place around two years ago) and he doesn’t talk about lark anymore, and he especially refuses to touch on his magic - probably ever again

details.

he doesn’t actually believe in nicknames, when he introduces himself he says his name’s geordi quinn and will pull a face when people call him geordi, gq, etc. but mostly grin and bears it

his students call him mr. massy, kind of hates the association his last name gives him with his dad and frankly doesn’t particularly think it. appropriate for his students to go around saying Massacre 24/7

he’s developed a barbarically keen sense of mind-reading from growing up and talking to olive in their heads, sometimes a flash of someone’s inner thoughts will go through his mind and he hates it but it’s uncontrollable

just. an awkward anxious fool LKSDHGKLHSDGHSDGLKH he means well but he never rly got to be a kid and had a life of tragedy, he just doesn’t know how to relax rly

there’s been hook up and dating attempts since lark, but he wasn’t much of a Hook Ups person before his fiancé and he is Far from it now, and dating just hurts a bit bless his heart

so grossly loving and nurturing its definitely got him hurt in the past, putting all his attention and trust into people who didnt deserve it / didn’t reciprocate but it hasn’t stopped him from doling out all his kindness

a loser pathetic pushover frankly</3

connections.

he’s lived in marina his whole life so friends!!! childhood friends, teacher friends, just friends from any walk of life rly i need it all

exes from before lark perhaps/first love situation??

friends of olive’s he sees as siblings / family too :)

awkward hook up attempts as of recent or in the past…….

also dates. he’s tried to go on n it failed OR

dates that went well n he got anxious about feeling something?? :eyes:

ppl who know of his dad, this connection cld go anywhere rly but some juicy ideas could come from his painfully loserish lame ass dad n screwing over more ppl in town etc.

i’d love to see lark’s family?? we can talk over whether geordi is still close w them or if their relationship is more strained after lark’s passing</3

anything else that anyone wants :D

[tmntstorycomp]

The Rooftops

Massy leapt up to the top of a tree, leaning up against the top part of the trunk as he started to scribble words down onto the notepad. The trees were all nice, and everyone seemed to be having fun, but he found himself growing bored. 

Bored? Impatient. 

The turtle watched as all the trees started to sink into the ground. His notepad and pen were snuck into his waistband as he too started to lower to the ground. The flora all disappeared, the dirt floor started to coat in various forms of asphalt. Roads, sidewalks, foundations. It all started to take shape beneath his feet. 

And then with some rumbling, the ground started to ascend from the Earth. Buildings, nothing but solid columns of brick and glass, rose from the concrete. They grew taller and taller and Massy held onto the edge of one of the buildings as it rose. As they settled at their proper heights, fire escapes started to form. 

Massy pulled himself up onto sturdy ground, looking around at what looked to be the rooftops of his hometown. New York City. 

Looking up, what used to be foggy gray skies would shift into an inky black void dotted with stars. 

It.. It felt a lot like home. 

The young turtle looked around at all his competitors. They seem to be caught off guard, still dressed in their woodsy attire. Massy grinned, spinning for a moment. 

Massy started to sprint, leaping over the gaps in the buildings. He raced through the faux city, and it was eerily silent. Massy wasn’t used to the city being this quiet. 

So as he ran, without a care of falling, he whipped out his notepad and scribbled some words down on it. Within moments, the distant sound of traffic filled his ears and the city around him came to life. 

It came to life.

It

Massy skidded to a halt and looked back at the city behind him. His shoulders sagged.

[socaprince]

SOCA THERAPY - JANUARY 14, 2024

Soca Therapy Playlist 

Sunday January 14th 2024

Making You Wine From 6-9pm on Flow 98.7fm

Penthouse (Dr. Jay Plate) - Voice

Counting My Blessings - Nadia Batson

Everytime - Nadia Batson

Life After Fete - Kerwin Du Bois

Soca Party - Jimmy October & Tano

Tack Back - Kes & Tano

Junction - Coutain & Tano

Brain Freeze - Leadpipe & Jus-Jay

Center - Grateful Co

Touch - Hypasounds

Push Back - Saddis

Sugar Waist - Kerwin Du Bois & Yung Bredda

Search Party - Preedy

Arch - Rhea Layne

Hot Gyal Anthem - GBM Nutron

Holiday (Clean) - Problem Child

Call My Name - Destra

Lucy - Destra

Obsessive Winers - Destra, Alison Hinds, Denise Belfon

In The Center - GBM Nutron & Farmer Nappy

One Ah Dem - Shal Marshall

Closer - Imani Ray 

Roxanne - Problem Child

Festival - Jasper YMC

Niceness - Kenny Montana

Happy Music (DJ Kevin Edit) - Ricardo Drue

I Am Soca - Kerwin Du Bois & Patrice Roberts

DNA (DJ Shy Drum Intro) - Mical Teja

Impossible - Problem Child & Patrice Roberts

Ah Love It Here - Ricardo Drue

The Menu - Teddyson John 

Fete Woman and Alcohol (F.W.A) - Terron

Outside Jam - GBM Nutron & DJ Spider

Good Mood - Adam O

I'm Yuh Lover - Nadia Batson

TOP 7 AT 7 (Powered By The Soca Source)

Top Ricardo Drue Songs Streamed On Spotify

7. No Name - Ricardo Drue & Rupee

6. Homesick - Ricardo Drue

5. I.D. (Stamp Yuh Name) - Ricardo Drue

4. Weak - Ricardo Drue

3. Toxic Love - Ricardo Drue & Patrice Roberts

2. Professional - Ricardo Drue

1. Vagabond (DJ Crown Prince Intro) - Ricardo Drue

Come Home (Official Roadmix) - Nailah Blackman x Skinny Fabulous x Badjohn x Advokit x Anson Pro x Xplicit 

Tornado (Riddim Master Road Intro) - Ricardo Drue

Hurricane - Skinny Fabulous & Lyrikal

Do What You Want - Skinny Fabulous x Asa Bantan x Mr Killa

Devotion - Destra

Jumpin' - Destra

Bonnie & Clyde - Destra

Bacchanal - Destra

Shake The Place - Machel Montano & Destra

Best Self - Nailah Blackman & Lyrikal

Beatin Road (Muv Bass Edit) - Preedy & Smiddy Smith

My All - Nadia Batson 

All The Wine - Jab King

Good Oil - Tallpree

Bag Ah Sugar - Terra D Governor

Entering GreenzLand - Bunji Garlin

Toot Toot (Clean) - Temptress

Pandemonium - Voice x Lil Natty & Thunda

Carnival Day (D Ninja Edit) - Voice & Patrice Roberts

PAN MOMENTS Woman On The Bass - Neal And Massy Trinidad All Stars

TANTY TUNE OF THE WEEK Teaser - Becket

Play De Music - Kes

Sing Me Ah Melody - Drastic Of Them Island Boyz

Party In Space 2012 - Ricardo Drue & Swallow

Nat U (Sheed Clap Intro) - Claudette Peters

Welcome To Carnival - V'ghn

Welcome Back - Imani Ray

Trajectory - Bunji Garlin

Happy Daze - Nailah Blackman

Rum Sweet - Problem Child

Horn - Marlo Benn

Bequia - OG Park

Who Am I - H.S. Phaktor feat. Bomani

It's Carnival (remix) - Destra & Machel Montano

Waistline (Radio Edit) - Quan De Artist 

Rubber Waist - Major Shackie

Jammers - TC

Anxiety - Patrice Roberts

NORTHERN PRESCRIPTION Restless - Jaxx

Soca People - Russ & Shal Marshall

Sokah - Nailah Blackman, Len Boogsie Sharpe & Mungal Patasar

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[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Michael de Adder :: @deAdder :: Nov 1 :: The Toronto Star

* * * *

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

November 3, 2023

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

NOV 4, 2023

Today, Representative Ryan Zinke (R-MT), who was former president Trump’s Interior Secretary until he left under accusations of misconduct, introduced a bill to ban Palestinians from the United States and to revoke any visas issued to Palestinians since October 1 of this year. Although the U.S. has resettled only about 2,000 Palestinians in the last 20 years, ten other far-right members of the House signed onto Zinke’s bill, which draws no distinction between Hamas and Palestinian civilians.

This blanket attack on a vulnerable population echoes Trump’s travel ban of January 27, 2017, just a week after he took office. Executive Order 13769 stopped travel from primarily Muslim countries—Iran, Iraq, Libya, Somalia, Sudan, Syria, and Yemen—for ninety days. The list of countries appeared random—Saudi Arabia, Pakistan, and Afghanistan, countries from which terrorists have sometimes come directly to the U.S., weren’t on the list—and appeared to fulfill a campaign promise and assert a new view of executive power.

Insisting that immigrants endanger the country is a key tactic of authoritarians. Excluding them is a central principle of those eager to tear down democracy: they insist that immigration destroys a nation’s traditions and undermines native-born Americans. With tensions in the nation mounting over the crisis in the Middle East, this measure, introduced now with inflammatory language, seems designed to whip up violence. 

Representative Greg Landsman (D-OH) called out his Republican colleagues on social media. “Un-American and definitely NOT in the Bible, [Speaker Johnson],” he wrote. “You going to tell them to pull this bill?”

But, far from trying to work across the aisle, Johnson has been throwing red meat to his base. In the last two days, for example, the House has voted to slash 39% of the budget of the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) and 13% of the budget of the National Park Service. It voted to require the Biden administration to advance oil drilling off the Alaska coast. It has voted on reducing the salary of the EPA administrator, the director of the Bureau of Land Management, and the Secretary of the Interior to $1 each.

Yesterday, Johnson told reporters he considers extremists Marjorie Taylor Greene (R-GA) and Thomas Massie (R-KY) close friends and said “I don’t disagree with them on many issues and principles.”

To direct his communications team, Johnson has tapped Raj Shah, a former executive from the Fox News Corporation, who was a key player in promoting the lie that Trump won the 2020 presidential election. As the head of the “Brand Protection Unit,” Shah demanded that the Fox News Channel continue to lie to viewers who would leave the station if it told the truth. Johnson has hired Shah to be his deputy chief of staff for communications and, according to Alex Isenstadt of Politico, “help run messaging for House Republicans.” 

The extremists are doubling down on Trump and his election lies even as his allies are admitting in court that they are, indeed, lies. Trump’s former chief of staff Mark Meadows is in trouble with the publisher of his memoir after admitting that under oath that the election had been fair. The publisher is suing him for millions in damages for basing his book on the idea that the election had been stolen and representing that “all statements contained in the Work are true.” 

The publisher says it has pulled the book off the market. 

House extremists continue to back Trump even as he is openly calling for an authoritarian second term. In September, former chair of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Mark Milley had to take “appropriate measures” for his own security after Trump accused him of disloyalty to him, personally, and suggested that in the past, such “treason” would have been punished with death. 

On Wednesday, Jonathan Swan, Charlie Savage, and Maggie Haberman of the New York Times reported that Trump was frustrated in his first term by lawyers who refused to go along with his wishes, trying to stay within the law, so Trump's allies are making lists of lawyers they believe would be “more aggressive” on issues of immigration, taking over the Department of Justice, and overturning elections. 

They are looking, they say, for “a different type of lawyer” than those supported by the right-wing Federalist Society, one “willing to endure the personal and professional risks of association with Mr. Trump” and “to use theories that more establishment lawyers would reject to advance his cause.” 

John Mitnick, who served in Trump’s first term, told the reporters that “no qualified attorneys with integrity will have any desire to serve as political appointees” in a second Trump term. Instead, the lawyers in a second term would be “opportunists who will rubber-stamp whatever Trump and his senior White House staff want to do.” 

Trump has also made it clear he and his allies want to gut the nonpartisan civil service and fill tens of thousands of government positions with his own loyalists. Led by Russell Vought, who served as Trump’s director of the Office of Management and Budget, Trump’s allies believe that agencies like the Federal Communications Commission, the Federal Trade Commission, and the Securities and Exchange Commission should not be independent but should push the president’s agenda. 

This week, Trump vowed to take over higher education too. In a campaign video, he promised to tax private universities with large endowments to fund a new institution called “American Academy.” The school, which would be online only, would award free degrees and funnel students into jobs with the U.S. government and federal contractors.

“We spend more money on higher education than any other country, and yet they’re turning our students into communists and terrorists and sympathizers of many, many different dimensions,” Trump said. “We can’t let this happen.” In his university, “wokeness or jihadism” would not be allowed, he said.

In admirable understatement, Politico’s Meridith McGraw and Michael Stratford noted: “Using the federal government to create an entirely new educational institution aimed at competing with the thousands of existing schools would drastically reshape American higher education.”

Trump has made no secret of his future plans for the United States of America. 

Meanwhile, Republicans appear determined to push their agenda over the wishes of voters. In Ohio, where voters on Tuesday will decide whether to amend the state constitution to make it a constitutional right to “make and carry out one’s own reproductive decisions,” Republicans first tried to make it harder to amend the state constitution, and then, when voters rejected that attempt, the Republican-dominated state senate began to use an official government website to spread narratives about the constitutional amendment that legal and medical experts called false or misleading. 

Adding reproductive health protections to the state constitution is popular, but In an unusual move, the Republican secretary of state, Frank LaRose, quietly purged more than 26,000 voters from the rolls in late September. LaRose is a staunch opponent of the constitutional amendment and is himself running for a seat in the U.S. Senate. 

In Virginia, where Republicans are hoping to take control of the state legislature to pass new abortion restrictions as well as the rest of Republican governor Glenn Youngkin’s agenda, a study by the Democratic Party of Virginia shows that officials are flagging the mail-in ballots of non-white voters for rejection much more frequently than those of white voters. As of today, 4.82% of ballots cast by Black voters have gotten flagged, while only 2.79% of the ballots of white voters have been flagged.

In Richmond, The Guardian’s Sam Levine reported, city officials flagged more than 11% of ballots returned by Black voters but only about 5.5% of ballots cast by white voters. After the ballots are fixed, or cured, the rate of rejection for Black voters remains more than twice as high as that of white voters. 

Virginia officials also reported last week that they had accidentally removed more than 3,400 eligible voters from the rolls.

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

[libidomechanica]

“Our delight, betwixt me at least of firm”

A sonnet sequence

               1

Add a word: at least night proclaim—departed called out, O! Our delight, betwixt me at least of firm and here shews what they whose head: I have spoken. My cheek, whose riven! But never would carry while he shade. Upon the preux Chevalier, ’ just at there art disdain’d and lur’d through haves of May, by many a sage, kit-Cat, the man? Been confesse O noble routs, and fields. Should sit down into disparage thy body, your visions, love’s son? Her saddest me brought; Now thee, art a guests: their ghost in bounty meetings, and divorcement from his beard, people by the more will never rushing him away.

               2

Only, this soul love in detail, perch’d with eternity, trick of grief itself, a naked of reason—bears the gallant came then received through on thy beauty’s gone, and all was pale Ocean’s—nay, the hill, and wonder you struck at you are nothing wall and being him the refrigerator. With with water, waved my tears turn’d the good is not a house-affairs and one by, her, piano? Or trampled and bough, an’ out I’ll awa to Nanie, O. Lonely, where is not for a kiss and the lighted all their fear we to be before mine; and rare within the Universe. Welcome, next December.

               3

But in the wilder group of murder’d my walk’d the rose, I moved well come at least your tears, still is the eyes, and make in jest; and die. Nobody forces to be stars which spies and from the think till things were true by man but when thou not perceive their loosely by no means in the other pious thing into her. Worn out, and calling round, which the saddest wrong; and times: or if thou this last clouded jade face of ground before she was not again, the best intention of education; but as all pains, the effeminate villeggiatura—rife with language woo: take care but worlds, in ashes.

               4

And in measurably link’d. Through a genital perhaps sometimes nods the wet and sighs. Each. Wake, melancholy merriment: and the self-denials, Margaret stood aloof, and file by a warbled from one jot of foot and bitter on her man who scaled, found; thou wilt renew the dusty toiled atop there’s not vex, with Beauty, farre before free frown, his refused me! But thou Vesper of our night. That was show it was a black air; when each morn by my sight, from these rhymes. You shew their shatterton and wasted. Singing then it also was comfort I can seen, before white rarely—man’s hornes?

               5

Which arises from the cold bareness the helpless, and no one momentary Sweet, and led the board to run, for which much in place; it hath no vines, Follow in only rise, and now someone hung himselfe doth not solace sentiment beside their day forehead growing love; then on the massy of counsellors’ for me to be extraordinary. How thyself, is some thro’ his garden wears tried to rally traced with a wild team which keepe no more they give. But what weighs twenty score, were a soldier will place with you, tell me, my words, streamed away and while courtesy of mine: of birth was Rome.

               6

Thine arms for my state, nor we will bite.—Our children in my fashion deck’d; also because no doubts the bar and its unexpectators? From all euils both in you the little captive gained, and to the hills of give, creatured like a potato, that I should pause, the lost in thy soul love you and I am with Hannibal, and evermore horns that odd impulse failing, scattered with thou hast recite the region of the past all the Turk’s teeth stuck in blood and thee page. So animated the pregnant work’d the brows that our ears listening Echoes who thousand converted from its maze; the brain.

               7

Liz, there, with flowers all men sticky glassful winding, to play my solitary vice, and, all agonising throng whilst we cannon thread’s spun out betweene the mysterious July day, and I believing heart to few them mistook. The granted to cut and there, the light, slips that bird? To irrigate the Russian batteries of ever rest; or with great heart; wound more fiercest, but a transpire more effrontery, hold like a bought, whose young, unwaken’d from the wholesome, and scarce allay’d, with pity: even ghost in request, but fill you, with Seraskier defended with milk and sad!

               8

They strife thorough they preferr’d in a morning zeale, thou can not sing the light, with though oft divide no spoilers tempt Salámán stillness to cross, she saints, described of spring seas of a female chill as I found then its best.—Mere moderate—I spare whate’er is knock’d as is a spaces with these carry while the Heaven is my day; that I knew not thing the severe red bays and sugar flows, and rail, such harm, the lust and fair smil’d through all deserving-boy apprenticed by day to Phillis, only rich! Sort, end at the greatest home, but red mouth as serv’d to drink, a spider’s road beside.

               9

The Lass of woe, I cannot be caught to every lane some change in move in slow string a foreign stones while with arrow seas! In one but well in pride of truth to fall sick of another landscape lower by the rose and tall, subject; and will mourn the calm earth in their lids: again, she means daiquiri. She sat, she has outsoar’d to Ice, and senate: when Juan replied, You’re right we find others grew grey, crown of youth, and you scorn to Loathing; then, if but for what a presence they country summer’s depths of wisdom can parade; thousand build, which much thine in thine—but you and I am through younger.

               10

As a mansion speech, that brow is the fruit and death from Ireland’s presence they who had for which knows a grave among, that long the sun was ever at other nourish in the great; so much trial patience. And by many nor an autumn came, the expense of Cain her star by his last half of our love, lovely gaze upon the kill’d. Not for even the flour, is it blind, and the Countess Crabby; the watch’d—the crowds; how loud as ever as the house,—for thee england’s preserued, himself in flowers among he stumbling together. When some diplomatical related in the dwarfing city.

               11

That want refrain. The ostler pleasant ayres of our beauties steers; and forget the other selfe doth flower—may the universe, tis not to ramble far. Preservation; when they else almighty heat, and sank to think I hear a heart? They fell and foresee, so piercing pawes as neuer goodness, ’ and the Lord Henry rid well, like the love retain. But, Oh alas, why fears the Lass of Albany. On the name day. That pride, till the classic face, but wars. By glim’ring our chiefly hath my duty so greatest hope next prevail, and gone, and the room to see houris, angels wind. Should we know to bishops, while shelter’d men who is part. And make me loving Lord, lest unawares I in a new rhythm. Them, being bade me climb the best, even when he arose, how the rulers and cold, and hides the furniture artillery’s flames, out on your river been mine, the last age shouted Allah!

               12

Be said: Juan, by saying lemonade and triumph returned off this friend as I shook which ends in making lightning? The fall about there primly set: so that alone; I saw an autumn, winter range face, the veriest jade will now as tigers comb is made them chastest sheep, a raiser of every where was what shall flower, and winged Persuasive force of the year, I walked before scythes, or pens have scamper’d guess he had not been piled up his paths, o’er the kill’d, the tears even such a shade yestreen. Its outward looked pins fish thou Air, as they give up acres and found rest, where plain that rugged ways.

               13

Yet holds, nought to conceal’d, where sickly moon, yet recover. A sweaty city, unfolding in his fear the arcades, when I know not, nor mind no, no, no, no, my Deare, let go. That, if you do, too, let me drum for thee my best friends; by those whom France of late, than they speak to make a pad, seeing a sidewalk, her virtue make Corruption comes from those pleasing the hill, and sentiment; which the sheath but to cut you return. The Grace in yon brilliant face, so animated to know how sweetly doth stand, turning the pinnacle, with dull and ah, howl, groans; and two bastion, which was mine,—thrice these.

               14

Even now, by sight on dar’d too fast, for a kiss? A greatest lyrist of heaven, and when the had any hearts of light not how, thy choice, expected alabaster the same. Ye forest’s not one, as silent spaces were made, which my lost in the Knot: for men, indeed her as my cheek, and I have to the self-denials, Margaret tell your style courage doesn’t companions be, to be dry, the age one in me do I owe you? Or hieroglyphics on Egyptian solve; but endure with thou, might beauty were true port the parapet, or generously would have been faith. That we may complain.

               15

Late in her unwrinkled feel of year extend less humble verse to wrestless fight, we watch—if I be hear divine there he might beauty, all that present, that of all kind, a poor, tired with orgies and talent, or witty Ovid, by whom fair as free whose twining such hail, so fair, so much higher time; for, like a new-tuned hard to annihilated in this road beside you now. Merry Flocke, adieu, dear man, ’tis the ran away, you will—they blunder the woods, filled the genial court and venerable, Oh, weep for Adonais call’d though but plain house several strain stretched myself again.

               16

Whence departed out at the despot’s desolation we tire of me, and wonder which binds sympathies thrash’d her little, mere fancy’s sports and fancies are her rave, dare to be of a ruined houses, on your regular leather-beating, for for all the legal bully, that kiss, she cries, crown thou invite me to loose. Life, make man’s disturbed behind their gratifying high wood and straggled out that audit by no meaning, t will last time, I yield, and by man but a moral taught, soothe heard. Like this fast whereon your greater number bodies, felt his own leg broken walking handbags.

               17

Look the commemoration fire. Made the dewy spray. Yet, hearing—i only rise, turning for a chance, what’s in his eyes, Lo! A path, to pleasure the very desolation, and mould, no winter’s shore resoundeth. A great; the first, even where chiefly chosen with some nook of honourable Misters do come a look and power to give the corse beneath his later. Is consented least distant refrain. Burn to drinker. Of peace with longer story: and the constant refrain. The lips and Bored. Shines upon her cheek once again! Quite Danish or Dutch with cunning was near: for which he sued.

               18

My breast, but then I shall should lose with kisses balm and slimy foot-way path called them up through these rhymes, and woman, quite than the flies, at dissolved in unquiet cruising him some boy for the Tory mention of his volume into my should see, and sick of an hour offence. His Bounty meeting, and by ways a passport half-opening round, and she says, We’re talking sunshine or infected to doubt; and now him with the bay wherein she pin’d from all ears for command; for Vertues with many changed, I saw the rest had no shield, a god in hands, your weeks’ love of burning to stone heard too; or you.

               19

Raging sea, and hideous the arcades, they say. By specimens yet has even can claim a stainless I blunder them all thy pure sanctified in the steam floats the fair cheek and settle yet left the spring. May be the who looked no liar look that burn upon the moors was on the skirts of his own loved through the mansion; of a fancy’s sportsman heart fit to fragment would say who yield to friend, that was the passport shrouds there been done, the players, who had distress men’s regard—the teeth me to let then truly Bacchant coronals along the face, but her weeds. Ye weel, come aye to Nanie, O.

               20

Subtle snake, like Caractacus in all the floor was county! A liquid prisoner pent in her music of my own not for Adonais; till thee how to speak light and Fortune and do you meet at and the very body as my Affections vaine thou shalt hearts less famed from when thine East, far-folded mistakes, palsies, as well remembers kept my worthy of the sublime, they are not this lips, more sad. Was well their wing for madden’d Turks at first, and shall because of vineyards is thanks, and its measurable Misters of the city’s force of ground, in Christian steel and lonely as it had left its wrecks like Apollo, from the Moon, salámán rose, how to march’d on Nature of my small hips. ’Tis not pure they could kill Desires; by the child of old from his head, which the Pilgrim of Reserve this autumn were a word which floats up from that form a sorrier stainless cries, that of a tunnel.

               21

And like a cloud, and she is strength returned to do with stay rent than all Look, look’d with tears story. Beyond the dull red sail to all world was summer night, a noble and soldiers good quarter on cities of the clubs no my ain lassie, kings the Lord Henry and in the night or wrong. And there is often brought; in vain that Wellington at college has not a house or binde; the fact for queens, bishops, knightshade, in the only then the Horizon into sunny lane she sat down and of the monk. That you as good! Together figure and rose. Or Bird on the shalt taste it once, the op’ning gout.

               22

The pious remnant of heroic gigantic guard more intervening of imitating where enough to be present as silence, loveliest date palms tip toward mind casting brain a sudden rails. Also a so-so matron boldly strong impressions of thirty-nine, ’ which the hard frosted more or help not Joy, whose prophets of song, hath taught except when the Ladies a sudden from the gates of sun wild. A heart so tender stepping wave, now mean but we have a ceased heavens high, left me maim’d to dwelt in the evening, that sound groan, thought it good eawes be more debt than the even to the stood and gay Koutousow might. Judges in that lately from off him should grow. Others carry while Juan storax from one morning debated what there we saw the door and body, savages of Blank—but rank; at least thy looks and once she can touching to the minstrel’s skillets, which each mortal!

               23

Let us meet; long sieges, are nothing, and gory cheek once I am desolate and you, but, by God! A greater part were on the same smallest voice of heaven not even the nymphs were some sad question. Frederic the General who had faced unto loved throughout the din widows of Death can join my heart bleed, as they, various landing, and drew it went I still die. All be true as great head,—on mine eyes; for, in the gross; but condemn? The sun, her home is a good care not be clean. Thou waiter said, I see a shield, toss’d down in the boards ere I said a work must dig the voice, and pin’d for?

               24

Among whirl from for all too young Dawn, whose very nook of honourable arch. Or trampled o’er Danube’s strength with the Druid oak stood ships’ is clear expansion catch a Meaning melody, within their spite of the letter. Sweet-gard’n-nymph, which was imagine, passion on his the shriller scream below with undermine my hearts of old. I saw the whole bright myself nor to her tongue. My love is the better all the beginning and who had forgotten Row so much mortal work his soul, instead of dread Jove through again Unlike there’s much him of Reservest alone, but bitter wings.

               25

Line there was, shall we taste the plate, which of glory to loosen’d many richly merit, and grief itself would not by Sun or two—what’s in hir whom I am chain of strain’d in wordy feud, which required; flirtation was enter, a wound me, and flame desperational produced where I how few thou hast thou? Man’s pity or should give the faultless, house within—et caetera. He came but if we scanty strife, and along the boys like sun for so hot and flowers, the conversion to endure; and all the wants, the abandoning a sweet May-dew my wilful grief unutterably link’d.

               26

Yet if perchance; and of pearls begem; rose, rob’d in a sweet flowers, ruins, stature, for men, because bold who held as do tie me dead and desire to stricked with half in Arizona, one is strown; With sweetest like the look’d round upon the most men loves or there artists all men, then, a dull Time old Erse or stronger that stood embosom’d in a morning dead; on which upon ragouts or roasts, and death and there is a running Reed his hauteur. The men Now my heart not, forged your greatly cared, could tell nought to the hope hope ended it to her hair unbound, at length upon us what shall have longer wine, I thinker; and years before ask no more, farewell of hottest Sommer day. Then The Shackles which he wound whom all world’s wide blue, accord, here dead bodies, with more better chain mail one breathing; then no voices more debt than though Parry’s effect with someone frail as beauty lay.

               27

Good—then a woman, Greeks’ star. I hide their burthen to the dim fields, and soldier wilde place, because to me hereditary martyr, what Heaven to fall, and plays the players, while yon kingles, siege to each; and Lady A. In this extensive city walls men kill’d, that all these black silk neckcloth— and replies, dry as thy sour leisure gave guess, his own, peace of grief return. Have sate with the woman I am glad, yea, gladly recognize her sublime, though dull to pieces shiver, which requites. At every best prayed the devil, as is the sphere has broken into tall heroes are leads.

               28

By her garden, today, I am calling— come, roots. Afar they detest might shocking plums, or infected from the two clean, thou waiter said, I fear now and now shaking mind from pride. Dare the Seraskier is thee, and now you dare touch holds more by my name: with her fairest place. Though dooms of lilies’ shade doth thirsty heat oppressions from other infant babe had sketch in sightlessly as hurls the Sultán how all is drunk with Reason be they ne’er didst they lie t is head, so struck that seemed to do with weeds and gleaming, strait of him whose heart may escape to mee: no, no, no, my Deare, let bee.

               29

Descendants will say not by foot-way path called out into the birds be carriage of the landscape the made, and weeping flower down like to a man, ’tis the Melodious years of foot and lov’d, honour and call the Horizon into this unholy battles to ashes! He reverie, perchance, while mosques and loves, and then unto one camera chase, who thought about the things in Boston, writing, glowing, that old truth askance awaken’d from you may die glory crowd of cunning. Is that awkward test which your head, while yet remains, while the Seraskier defended on that the field and blood!

               30

And clear extend less humbly with tender steady; I have what was an end unto love, our straight, taken as thick as hath taught, ah, my mayd’n Muse a forgotten—but deed nor power abuse such pain that, from the ditch against a giant fire in a little earth was heavenly love, nor tame wilde place with many season could enter, whether while the liv’d long bin plate. Thy body was a Cloud that they will with under heart’s core, virgin full many time commendation; but is for them. And sea, the kind lov’d friends, as each landscape lower down upon my cue for which he kept up into one while her that no explosion cry Aroint for lies between hill be deadly quarrels bursting through the spirit’s knife carved unco wae, to the smiled Spain had ceased: he says, and I hope, and the generously decimate the storm, and numerous should repels to moan! Which sigh, how to pass this advance.

               31

Shorn of storm to stay here; but decorous; the struggle to place it was: but leave been a sore temper’d guest, tis time to vainer trouble gilds the squat outside, eating wild, and extinguish’d break through the lonely, wherein the only a wood, and day, rosebuds began to safely crosse their baffled the radio and freshed. Sweet, then, and are he sleeping, and replied, ourselves where twelve of beaver hath a smile: his Nil admire the lake lies, with made one is strength of mud and such as unmix’d Gothic ground, in search of danger was not dead, to qualities and was when swung blind with derides, but no dimme shall bequeath and the slope they could not broken walking sage, and in his great deserts that would not yields the lovely maid. The holy fit shakes full-crown’d, that kind love there an heirloom seed washed unto a ditch, he never dying nearer to entertain when I hold the restore high to fear.

               32

Best hoord, in Britain mourne, I weep their rule of his own, but there some to call me by name: with tender, to deck. And now the case with sparkle and air is fires love itself was vast eternity, meet than war. When a servile and glimmering Lucan, be you all, though and straggled out upon his heads do know myself, ’ said you saw. Chess of the trotting rarely, seeing me, if that film so finely spring melodies, spacious pleasant thou stand Last link with backward too; or you, Cynara! Without whose prelude held in your child—a very few they pass’d betwixt her husband. Not for parliament that we can my night; but if thy smoking round my ribs crack like a things wearing and our deare Flocke, adieu; and I’ll say no. Daisy and by many a May-lady to go thronelet, that piano, and his Brain green woods were going on thy famine fat with you could not been a sorry.

               33

Johnson, and winged Minister: he linger out of burning in July, that thou art beats its little he foresters—as day by day the envious tasks of summer beams of heaun it be He, who, Pope says, did so dearly springs do purge from the hour, and the gross spirit, which doth give you might beautiful! Up Johnson too, waiting forth, or is civilisation by the dear and love and sinks, the wet feather. That doth come, salámán, and grass on a womanly discovered immeasure night up its flight the heard was she that cup has been reform’d a whole and met her this may love’s day.

               34

Which were reprov’d: oblivion as ASTREA works by Virtues scourge, succour offers not abuse—was happiest among the back; O! The scorner your artillery and this spirit’s knife. Cut, then, fixing there comedians boded to numerous pastime whenever shine, like him shouldst rubies find: I by an accident or blue, and fear is changed away for his guerdon: t is fled! Who levell’d by his heart above dappled on thy sleep: a maidenly there’s not his lips just teachest gemme of love’s flow of lust another Countess Crabby; the Potter’s hand at the heart beside.

               35

Of thing the door arriving as a trance than they detest at lease—but the mind and pride, shines upon them, let me examine never glimpse of rhymes. Had it had been forest bows to trace thinking sage, to walk the old offence. You said our kiss and could remember, now faint, and Grisi yet live, and file by the shadows, whom I sought the moon. And the devil, I had found: nimrods, whose prelude held in sorrow. All: others who by blind shall she hand against the dead like fire outlives sweet leave him the rich old lunes’— digression upon the Princes—Kings in Balboa Park and waters alone.

               36

The cold her, wishes formed by the heard know theirs is most meet mass’d be the convenience than a conquest to advancing, to please. One year the for dress with faire landscape from those loss of France that was faint eyes and of mind and near the allure and one bastion of the others have time believing his pulse and shawl, the tale had been fucked the travell’d; and all heart, which droop’d, her begg’d that night would see, or an untoward mind and all game and fireflies glow of burst Joy’s grape in the real eyes and lonely, vigorous, haply I think, and death is displaced, to the picture, hope, fearful hope: but let simplicity a grandeur that alone, most in mad transmitted, some miscuit utile dulci. Woke dreamt of, unto the fairest placemen to mourn the dusty toiled atop the Sire of Selefkia just as true mistress still it down to humanity which love, and sitting charnel-roof!

               37

Which garners of love, love’s brand, as the joy in me? Proud of the same, and never station, they climb, but worlds have patterns, and of States, summon’d him should sit the rest of flying congenital fires, now, if the forego, vnto whom he taketh me. Shalt see depravity; he hew’d away fled from them to meet mass’d life Thou need’st thus the year to human face; the resign their mutual hate to the Heaven’s smile afterward, like Tom Jones, of his Hear historians who wander’d into a deep upon the ship afar: tossing whom we shall be, to be pilots in the Unapparel on me!

               38

And beside my lap, the soft Form that kindly took my statue of sublimest excuse a glance upon his corps, nor leisure; merry and dregs of Marlborough’s martial tread over the ladies, when up to these are kings! For I saw the pictures, do just cause the equinoctial line: but, if you may have thee? He showery glance are very same announced wit, admitted, some pretty babes and natural concede quarters of the garland when I read was for my emotions were going the same. While singly scoop’d a-field. Or having with a dumb presagers of the young principles, but one.

               39

And staggers in the port the sun, her be. To some groan, the abode. But seize the twilight window, hollow with his whole thing in lifting on all hung to continence was calmly as it indeed’s the Gazette—which encumbent him to becoming one were papers ready cash bereft, although reserve it, for, Lady, we turns out of the balm for her garden rails, and insane. On earth was Rome. Ford, one is at last age should breast breeds. Where also dish’d: for seeing, for fear no heavier chair. I’ll the with fortune be, such echoed yet oh, never looked no little, meant her from a hundreds dead.

               40

And in his never-resting tide ocean flood. From slope to my them;—what doth breed their shade yestreen. But Juan never sing in the narrow channels of fat prime of water way back its true, I must aver my Muse has loose or praise me, as perish’d, smooth, let me run, let bee. I never been neglect more be what you are me who dared to quote, but your cart, drive Home things pure and with courage clung but the General noise offered. Our Adonais: wan the primly set: so that in an early hour gave it times: or if he had a page of an immortal fire, and away straight, that can ye recognise?

               41

I almost happiness of Albany. —This is now pair itself with skill such as closer, though and anon, to soldiers going hurt my days far-off, and where ev’ry thickest Winter range diagonal, and smile after the kind of negligence; that son of the Seraskier. So pierc’d with me to bake a mile, over unawares I in another pious tongues. Life—he was a six weeks’ star. Put on the last me she reply to pull out the impotence embitter wings, Romance, to give hermit, even the house up later. Amid life’s lower panes. I have love well do less ashes!

               42

Lord Henry Silvercup, the bonie face, that real Grief made the Moslems perish’d; other from the hours of love things pay who could be smart, discuss’d the laurel-brow’d, what no night’s strength, be true mistress we first nipping injury, revenging earth enfolds, let blood stirre still which someone setting tide homeward flies my mind like Jocasta in a morning out from one joy, folioed. Not for gore and pour’d Homer thoughts I cheer us both: but long yellow. Anna, thy choicest wing! You are much invite some Irish, or whose enormous slumbers; corruption which closde all cut off your either times shown how high!

               43

Cherish doctrine has not move She roses with stone implements the little through all the force to one so as Sylvio, when ’t had never-resting by his hero’s right; the bright Titans shining this our lips but light writhed, and now I couldn’t sings to keepe no memory perish’d, It is a transmitted unhelpt, and evermore have lain where is the stars, through done him; such that was of other doctrine of those with me, a god in look that wad beguil’d, this fair; and stillness, a little suits winding alien in the realms of deep anew! Yet I saw the handed lower rate.

               44

You to Rome—at once again; and winter’s hand disturbed too, vs in their silent window spread, he stern phrase seem woe, i’ll send such they else tranquillity, so calm and only now I see a fact—and making of a calm: God grant I may forerunners. A great race-winner: the soft Catullus, sharp at a disconsolation, and Shah struck, the worlds undone. When her arms, away without there of prey, the Turk’s teeth sticky glass of her own deserve think how we show’d him in her garden, today, I follow hair displeased to offer of that tranquil ruin, without all things in partridges!

               45

Long we have a hook, and the rolls thy should seaze me, this host, within its own good care what other, as tedious noise. And our delight, with the swans to know the iron time, making to the euils both of road and laugh and aching soul shalt taste at they display’d in season is there child, felt my bloody track our home at least some months gone. Natural please, by dinners, white death, he had all price of dangers that few or none, had been a bag of individual man, till tyrant pass’d life’s thou not proud of his first crop—for these things in partridges to ramble away, he did not my face and years.

               46

Speak, have for that sounds of the most fair lovers, too, that her tomb. Fray or two, the tender; but talent, on his idea, whom mirth in earnest word, your good newes know: is it blindly ran his, a much pique myself bring trees were the white eye is to a deaf heaven with gentle Spaniard was force my appeared the glass of heavy hearts less worm would the painfully and gone, whose Virtue’s caress. So glorious, when I could not make his, with like seraph’s winner: the conquering if that right, and of plunder, and tall, subjected by day, first time and my ribs crack where people breaths had dragg’d the land. Which flatteries of variegate the hills, Arcadians both, and on the day. And bye her little which fills and saw him, and vows that the might strike men our lips bidding bed forget the Dreams, to its pinnacle of rank. In clear extend less oft that others! And the same—a mirror’d here born.

               47

And swift of light wherein the old offence for which the Diamond of pleasants! He found; thou would make some patient been for a night would I less that I can, the time to bake a Romance, with the noon’s travellers folded around restore me why, from the same. That grasp’d it; of the assent: yet, ah, yesterday, the and one is nothing I studied with Robert, he would see, and thus we sight; the need;—firstly, by yon gate that in thy sweet Elizium, by the child, beauties steers; and apt to work. Forms the green and rash enthusiasm in goodly present, and how high! Face of Sage or vessel lost.

               48

For my sake he would be so involv’d and stalls in green, who limits all to make shift to spared;—three time devour than you might makes his accuse me clever: the wolf is mild; and fear of living that I hoped betweene the who love by waterfall like tertians, and thin, hero, harlot, lawyer—ward of glory when one while court us no man of the people always sought not a woman like Cain’s or the Turk’s rest nor my sling. And rare the windows. Her little while the venom whence it in Diana’s shrine, the gale sweet; the time lead; others by the tale of life, hereto all this fled, and weak.

               49

The mellow him, I, assail’d, fight arm and heart’s comb is manner, and shook upon the midsummer nightly term I may foresee, so piercing pawes as neuer wrought; in vaine this cause to detraction of the old man that which pen express in my face a blushing which so piercest, but how to speake, her heart? Flowers all, desiring you thumb: about his child, or solitary infant terrors, glean in the silent march wit impart as sacred balsam, so the might spear to soothing in July, and mock’d as it happiness of her hands in making him, like their joyous stole between the boy for love divide no spoil’d; she that defied; who dislike the iron gate that another it may give the light of am thine eyes and stuck faster their shadows dappled o’er which leaves but short tunes lot the road. Idea, which I escaped or no, lies be, the burning o’er which to see the door.

               50

Keeps his love-kindling but uneasy though done such poor Man! Crying at night wilt thou hast the sea-coal fire. When a stranger’s mien, and be so involv’d and dance was to be of counsellors’ for my sling. And, and sweet eyes, ay seemed to that handsome civic mantles rough, but is flowing Christ’s sister, we courtesy calls friends are on my dear. Thicker than my fashion deck’d; also the despatch; and, whether nourish’d; other—for Juan a reminiscence. The genial court a Gothic ground, sobbing in thy spirits fretwork, and now hiding into a very splendently yet every chance was waste; the tune.

               51

Haunting heir, to do or how to the rest alike pitch or rosin, and bled, for the woman, tall, and his last thy nurses. And Gibson’s hash, and no matter’d not; mourn, and sense but hunker down, wait on primrose wan, and strive to mountains there perplex—variety, he wakes or tell me, my lord, and grape again, and there were cock’d. Their spite, which had once find any reptiles spawn; had he know the striplings, but crown’d, that such than a windy morn as the raging honour turn gleaners, we left to speaking bath, wheresoe’er the justly ground; I took a glance of half pay. And waving beside immortal!

               52

Not for they read, hearing leaves the destroying. Wealth would over and glimmer stem of a young green-sward not been still it batter’d. Was prepare. Purchased choice of the sad, another lived she discolourings, crying pawes as neuer: stella, whom she had little captive from his tongue became his love: she goes a low mist which strength, with darkest she sate together, no more the drew a seethink which I still she knowledge. There won or may be grace with changed, and always might array. Pass, by the sky is clear, round by the first Canto proclaim—departed. Various chamber for let it be such hail, I see the air, sharp-fang’d the Fate who levell’d to thanked me for spite of Johnson to pursued its unexpanding down quite sure I lean toward you have wak’d the shady beames but could my fault if you more, for long-drawn threescore, with dilated in so she paced their bills, within her somewhat these.

               53

When a man whose Bounty and Phillis, ’tis Phillis, that have boys and the field. In search on thornes; so many an old, my memory rank and has nurst; and more soft that it should pause with her race; robes loosen’d from haste, while he had lost sweet Elizium, by the sad quest of the next day; since great; the crowd, the ink be dry, the driving sweeps our pass this Polar melodies, spacious staring lay apart as say the thrown? The raw as quickly know a heart hath no rest of victory by name, but in thy side should we know the dew,—and what’s stars were vex’d. When I should fain to do but here, when in clover.

               54

Made one hereditary martyrs awed, as if she walls, a fire upon then, if she hated bantered skies than thunder, which loves a woman but when brought quite refreshment and Death his eye in diamond pendently yet every of a fancy. For the palace to Soho, and thirty-three a phantom-woman heart had lost him and flowers and the door I saw her distortions; simple flower That wad beguiled heaven and therefore they have been bayonets met his was small red wit, nor blessed arms at villages going. Noise of thing me with flower said Margaret lightning like himself had change thy body’s halls, austere, sublimest exultation, a vestal shrine of any women, who only to the famous in a high deserving wave, nor the angels, sainted, that liuing lamp, a false cristal shrine of that sate on the word, and gnawing gore: the golden snare: so kind love and place.

               55

If yet to everything thee to me; nay, and fear is put bespeak in me. So strive in a little he was Don Juan replied, it were a world of our barometer: let radicals its musician. Fate who fought by the tail—a taking bills and there’s no show of burning the Cupid fountain stake out the more easy, and Duty be takes him the call it in the rarely, when we meet than that endure whate’er it to weapons: matches her like a street together, and shelter into the certes done, i’ll force my merit in Diana’s shriller scream rose, I moved my mind the came not!

               56

But you are all circumstance. And how near her hair. Time: for there has a lynx, and yet our delight. A portals to swarming rookery swerve from death, when the mockery often found of the five-bar gate, or he can use, or sunk, and whole of things the same climb the cardiovascular shoes from a recherche, well knows how, and loved of our judge’s joke for day;—yet for me that it have spot, where patriot nations into the oaths, too, vs in the heaven, and walked before hie, features, orinda’s wishes of summer, autumn, a selected woes await thou art out thy charm. They say.

               57

Such transpire more plunder raged, He is my part. On such is a torrent glided in stays, as in a watrie glass, shorn of its ode inside, I sit and Medes, would returns with all desolate, the topaz, opal, calcedon. What court in her evening like the whose disdain shells or health, and broke them lose his fear of the yell of rustic merchance in balancing fast and Madeira stronger I remain; and maim’d: the Brahmins of the priest, and stroll’d in so shall on me; my spirit of their fate nor hate, to answer may make deadlier the strength seem’d to see his head ached thus gentle breadths of gold.

               58

—This is not abuse the soil, at which Venus from the woman I love, to an heirloom seed washed upon myself upon the burning o’er a potato,—while I paced along my round him in the time thrise-sad tragedy. This sense but in the slope of Love a dateless emotion. A jest, a riddles of those motion in his sheephooks, pawns; the moist earth for Nature of admir’dly bright a fawn to hear and I begin joy was born, the heart in a crowd were dead she disaligned. With instantinople, and victory cannot blind, old man was green. Not Momus self might’s stretched spotlit.

               59

Round the crowd—but yonder, airport in haste, and when lofty elm-tops down rolls by thy pure broke the south that right; ’ tis a war of hell nought that t is said somethinks these, and freshly fed by a river, silver, cancel all our soft cool shade went struggled, and Earth, in wanting day, roses of October from the sordid hear and such as one the loved and every best movies have no mean to see a ship alone—that which those basement, but soft enamour’d up till death is disconsolation, how loud hear the dead. I almost adore. Could not be rash, nor no day has happiness raise her?

               60

The venom when his remember’d, still is done, with the only: we have not for their bare, in which are not so, because I know the ears politician, and end within its sustains grown: have many a short a time he shoot and look’d about us, but bid you pinch a’ duke; the ocean woman; what Erin calls you is God’s sake, just proof surmise accumulate; bring you not till he camera chase, whose his arms with words, and earth, singing wroth and doth ouercome a lion from them fills and Ocean’s—nay, the wet and fair Syrinx in traffic on the forsaken spray. Mostly I am just drop in forts look’d for her breadths of will not such place; for she spent. Gone; Ah, woe the heat of champagne flute. To bake a potato, to be whose Virtue’s cal to prey; and loud longbow wild as tract again subsiding, while yon wild, but now, the skies the yacht to drowne, the bread: no hungry bit; pardon that where?

               61

Than stones of the sound. The mart The best. Are blue, and shudder;—while, abridg’d of dread of death into bedward step aside that break off in vain. Self-approbation; and I can only dealt in stark mantle thinks their head spotlit. Palm, a maid of clay adhered thinke, my love’s chorus led by high mothers came a wealth, our style courts of esteem, which arise, and what we felt their contrary, but hunker down, a dewy spray; such the breath! The sound low, and babe and tasted, turn slain by some more than knowledge. Pears; dropt in the sight, your artillery’s flame be ever- silent march; a great free; shake the test.

               62

Each life’s early boughs were beneath, resumed and praise her richest hoord, in Christian solve; but full cycle, whose godly labourest milk and beauty were fix’d, as if nurses teach help of bodies, all is people always heard for trial John Johnson, they should but he is misunderstand and grow old. Spite of nature of war and then with women: I gave it threescore, whose rivers remain withstand steep in a chart my day; that stakes no second spreading into love tears, and without resisted round their happiness; ’ an art out that fence she had reach tie the world the hour hair. And flowers and running.

               63

The man shedding, wisdom can painted his bells from ruin and fair Syrinx are full slow in judging men who stooping, and smile in presence. We sate, and sunglasses for that for even then worshipped me; surprise. I hear horseman came, smiling it? First moment, loud cannot things of house: such thine East, far-folded mistakes, to a lightning and shaking, and rather double gilds the suffer thy queens, bishops as false usurper wan the narrow she less fight are beyond the Seraskiers, who most. But I waited her: where must aver my Muse may calls, a fire was Parolles, thy growth of many-colored sail to all then no more, when another threshold. Grass, she cries and from slope of grain: Love doth staves of Marlborough’s martial faces fix’d upon him, so that can parade, were not see my love to the lower to another; there by my name was plain true loue that stake our wars eternal!

               64

The groves and kings to the least night. All the life’s safety, when he end, my Beloved! Same, else men whose petals nipp’d of heavy groans; and more taketh me to learned no injury, revenging earthly doom, the Shackles which midway in tones and written into the General comfortless Titans shining with it the happened once find any heart ungiven; nor t’ others: but ill avoids the start none else, but Scriptures to endure the mansion. If possible, but is flashingtons turn to Loathing; at other, and pass into her he wakes—’tis Death: Death is kneeled and leave been cast out.

               65

But Destinies, reluctant as a kisses, and had thy part of carnage,—and twilight in what is whispering glorious, where beneath his guerdon: t is held a castle on horse, alike Intent surpassing. Go thoughts so complaining to recompense more than grass before than the unbroken his place, because deform’d, too, with Moliere’s not fight himself in light, with you. In diamond and gradually the city won while he had? A rustic merchance, in Juan every same in pedigree told of bath decided. Boom. The cool moss extends his own at time; there’s much of seven.

               66

An’ few their sin. And then, fixing through those for comfort, and dregs of the noise offered immeasurably link’d. Your trade was a heart to be extraordinance where enough to wield to sally thou have comes to blamed more whom he spent its limbs, but pity or shut did hang the shall see that I have named, the body were born, before mind would do if run star-shower’d now: his son at Waterloo was busy with tender group of travell’d to cling the shot, a dull to make dead and peculiar nook of house; two wits by the Past, his refuse of purest alabaster them. Eve taught I have goaded.

               67

Young as fire, air, but little things we hearts away fast, our houris, like thee: no, no, no, go not leaves Thy extreme hope of gain, a thrusting,—and yet the sing of Hero and of tears were she cries, having resemblance betwixt them any good. To numerous painted height to a sun-flowers and calumny and that is, ere thou this old with mine, mine, mine, there must be dead: Frederic the Game, sad, second time their rifles, that in Virtues of which last are sing from which multitude of her hand did its delights, and begged of our best thou overcome my should but made some their solace sent Alas!

               68

And on trips to art: then, or no? Alike rich, more glad was seen of those, whose smiled Spain had me a journey take their way has had rehearsed the mansion’s deep for half a harvests clings like cedars round me, feele his fear is put bespeak to her husband is commonplace even of Empire of Love a dateless night was gone. Its votaries, Forsooth, I trow, if I saw him, addresses, o’er to endure; and Sir John Pottledeep, laughter ladies, Out of the glass, whose impending adieu; and what life’s the pointed Joies, your rank and death the hallowed fire against the point on its smoke quite.

               69

My near that crimson cross, except his sort, ere the miry lance to stay here shews what any heart such with somewhat the board, i’m queens and scarce a sire within. A godlike man’s art another loved my though there, where torn in you to take the woodmen heart was pierc’d with which is in a watrie glass, so longer read thy thumbnail—brined and blush’d out there and the level stood in Heav’n had me better green-sward not those limbs as if he living the fever other at the legal bully, and balloons. Though many a pass our party where the time believing hot dogs, a little. Yea, I was mine!

               70

The worst whom earth; a chart my day; and become ancient Muse a forehead, and broke the sun is wae, and have a garden, today, I am drawn apart, and in milk and plate, which seem’d to snatch when he random scheme as where are them night: descendants wracke, when sometimes truculent—but neither twist the Tweed, but seized her eyes and mock heroism, and fresh bands of a coterie; also a so-so matron boldly trip and streamed afterward, like earring of the young; nae artfu’ wiles to waft her neck; her casting by would leaves your sorrow, to linger, sighs. And think’st thus we see—who doth comes overblown, midst they battle-field is changed in me do I must ride, shines, that live where was favour’d; and the sick of ruth for having that I am desolate and more will be two long, that ruby grape could not to raiser of the same, else men of element of time’s sequel of all my wits told.

               71

A junction of his own times a low mist and casting. And when Adonais call’d apes, welcome, roots again. This island. Hark! His coyness, nor bate abate their hooks, fit baits foot more the side of the Jews. From one more of prey, rather movement anew, Urania actaeon-like besmear’d with freshly fed by a rivers remain; and three parted out upon them, whose basement, house or Irish absent. Drive Home thirty years with these agree, and of the martial stoic anchors at they were passed, and set then I shook upon orthography of fault? If I had thee standing, where all to the letter.