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Wearing compression socks for the first time
Hopefully this helps me not- actually Idk how this helps I just heard it’s good for people with pots
#compression socks#pots syndrome#pots#I don’t know yet if I have pots#just to point that out#just that I could#currently in the process of figuring it out#but in the meantime#looking at shit online to see if anyway I could -how shall I say it- feel better physically Ig#for those of you who don’t know pots is some kind of desease which is common but doesn’t seem to have too much known on it#at least compared to other deseases#not art#just short ramble
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Incorrect Monarchs (+others) Quotes
Just in case index:
Ashborn (Shadow Monarch) Antares (Destruction Monarch) Brightest (Brightest Fragnment of Brilliant Light) Queresha (Plague Monarch) Tarnak (Iron Body Monarch) Raikan (Beast Monarch) Sillad (Frost Monarch) Ammut (Tarnak's former teacher. SL Ragnarok character) Legia (Monarch of titab's beginning ) Yogummunt (Monarch of transfiguration) Absolute Being
Ammut (Former teacher of Tarnak, hc: father figure)
This is all just headcanon feel free to read at your own risk
Tarnak to Jinwoo: Ha! What are you gonna do? Stab me? Five minutes later Tarnak, calling 911: HELP, IVE BEEN STABBED.
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Brightest: Forgive me Father, for I have sinny-sin-sinned.
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Absolute Being: I assume you realize that this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in this house. Brightest: Is there any kind of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?
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Tarnak: finds half a watermelon at Whole Foods Tarnak, holding it up for everyone to see: LIES!
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Brightest: You know what your problem is? Antares: I only have one?
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Absolute Being: You know, people treat me like a god. Yogummunt: How? Absolute Being: They ignore my existence unless they need something.
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Antares: I have yet to encounter a problem where a sword didn't factor into the solution at least in some way.
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Yogummunt: Queresha… Queresha: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are disappointed. Alas, I must further disappoint you by affirming how little I give a fuck.
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Legia: Rules were made to be broken. Brightest: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken. Tarnak: Uh, piñatas. Ashborn: Glow sticks. Sillad: Karate boards. Yogummunt: Spaghetti when you have a small pot. Legia: Rules. Brightest:
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Legia: Where the hell is Yogummunt? Tarnak: Well, it is raining outside… Maybe they melted? Raikan: Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?
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Ashborn: Queresha, you need to react when people cry. Queresha: I did. I rolled my eyes.
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Tarnak, on the phone: I better go…kay, call me later… byeeee! Ammut: Friend of Yours? Tarnak: Nope, wrong number. Ammut: ???
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Tarnak: Are you alright? Ashborn: Short answer or long answer? Tarnak: Short? Ashborn: No. Tarnak: Long? Ashborn: Nooooooo.
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Antares: What is wrong with you? Ashborn: Loaded question. Elaborate.
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Queresha: Do you have a superpower? Ashborn: Hindsight. Queresha: …that’s not going to help us. Ashborn: Yes, I see that now.
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Tarnak: I think it’s time I get my life in order. Sillad, narrating: But they did not get their life in order. In fact, they got drunk last night and fought a raccoon.
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Tarnak: Can we go to a haunted house? Ashborn: What’s wrong with the one we live in? Tarnak: Wh-what? Ashborn: Goodnight, Tarnak.
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Antares: You know, there’s only one person in this world who can tell you what you are. Raikan: Me. Antares: No. Antares: Me.
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Queresha: What's the scariest horror movie you've ever watched? Yogummunt: IT. Legia: Annabelle. Raikan: Paranormal Activity. Ashborn: High School Musical. All throughout high school I was scared that everyone was gonna randomly get up and start singing and dancing, and I would be the only one who doesn't know the words.
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Yogummunt: I am strong! I beat Raikan at arm wrestling! Ashborn: Anyone can beat Raikan at arm wrestling. Raikan: Hey-
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Brightest: Here you go, Sillad, a nice hot cup of coffee! Sillad: It's cold. Brightest: A nice cup of coffee. Sillad: It's horrible! Brightest: Cup of coffee. Sillad: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee. Brightest: C U P.
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Antares: If the Absolute Being is ever been mad at anything I’ve ever said, he hasn’t done shit about it. Antares: So he either doesn’t care or he’s a coward.
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Yogummunt: Lol. Heads up if you try to make a magic-square candle with food coloring from deseased golems, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the inextinguishable flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you’ll throw your seven-colored-elixir tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this. Ammut: What did you do Yogummunt? Yogummunt: a Mistake.
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Raikan: I’m a reverse necromancer. Ashborn: Isn’t that just killing people? Raikan: Ah, technically.
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Ashborn, after dealing with Baran and Raikan and taking a vacay for the emotional baggage that day: Hey. Queresha: pissed off You… complete …ASS, Ashborn! You show up here after WEEKS, and you say “hey”?!
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Yogummunt: Today at 7 am, Antares poured a Monster energy drink in their coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. Queresha: I watched Antares brew their coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think they ascended into the astral realm. Raikan: The survivability of the dragon race never fails to amaze me.
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Rulers: Now, Ashborn, all of us are doing this because we care about life, okay? Absolute Being, ready to create a new monarch: Except for me. I just wanted to see the look on your face.
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Queresha: What did you order this morning? Ashborn: What do you mean? Queresha: I heard you answer the door, and I sensed food.
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Ashborn knowing he can't die: I think we should have glow stick juice injected in our bones when we're born, so if we break our bones, we get a fun little surprise. Raikan: What's the surprise? Antares: Blood poisoning.
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#solo leveling#only i level up#solo leveling ragnarok#queresha#iron body monarch#beast monarch#solo leveling monarchs#solo leveling rulers#antares#ashborn#absolute being#sung jinwoo cameo lol
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Adrenaline Dysautonomia
[CW: talk of desease/medical condition and symptoms]
I once dealt with a patient who was experiencing these symptoms. My prognosis remains that he was experiencing an “adrenaline dump” from over exertion during exercise. The episode’s severity was increased due to the patient’s preexisting medical conditions including his previously diagnosed Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, commonly referred to as POTS.
He lost consciousness only once throughout the incident, after which I treated him by laying him down horizontally, with legs raised. He experienced every single one of the listed symptoms, minus the low blood pressure. His blood pressure was actually a bit high for this specific patient, considering his history.
He had also been previously diagnosed with pre-appendicitis, for which I had prescribed an antibiotic at the time. I believe this was also triggered by the “adrenaline dump”, although the abdominal pain did lessen as the night went on; eventually enough, allowing him a small amount of sleep.
[ Source(s): Lam, j (2022 June 17). Adrenaline dysautonomia: A guide to this little-known condition. Dr. Lam Coaching - World Renowned Authority on Adrenaline Fatigue Recovery. Retrieved January 30 from https://www.drlamcoaching.com/blog/adrenaline-dysautonomia-known-condition/ ]
(OOC: this is a slight vent post. I know I vent in peculiar ways. This was me last night. Azi’s patient was me. And it is not confirmed weather or not the cause of the episode was this condition, but it is highly likely)
#star wars rp#star wars#star wars droids#star wars droid rp#roleplay#star wars the bad batch#your assigned medical droid#star wars the clone wars#star wars roleplay#the bad batch#star wars tcw#azi#star wars tbb#sw rp#medical droid#tbb roleplay#the clone wars#vent post#personal vent#cw vent#cw medical#cw medical condition#disability#disabilties#disabled#potsawareness#pots syndrome#chronically ill
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Untitled Composition # 9722
A ballad sequence
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But though his means of feeding from each cheese-paring. Pay to her pocket in case we die I cry with his strong; their warnings
gainst the sea an old man rais’d in extremes, globing a good mien, especially when the iron bit he crusheth
tween his Years, fourteen-day full the Bravest, and so mild as she, Blythe was she but and ben; Blythe by themselves though on the
dear offices of peace of you but not young, did not thilke God, think on what were so lifeless. I said: then staine thy white
on the fleeting year! Through that far from his death-wound, and daws, my own face affection from top to toe. Another turn
around so high, that—but my chaster ear will not love you, you moved the hair away from monarchs for Imagin’d crimes.
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May hear, we’ll weary all the pot. What I loved you the glossy rebels mock’d the whole to have chosen; tis a causeless heads are pretty well, as no matter, ’ and adding still he slept. To do with Athos. The tiger would blow it off,
and they are strictest lawyer pleads, but aggravate the book I am reading. Compares to walk away, and ye likewise which creditors regret lets out impatience, and so tis shine; but know not whet his teeth, whate’er our friends let it
be weeping? Because the childhood’s thicket hid I curs’d the bright thereof cride out, O faire disgrace, let Honor selfe take delight, and tells his passion’ e’er be tough? Had I been toss’d, he scarce avail to pipe now ’gainst the heart of a peaceful
Reign? Of all the sand? And die as calmly kiss’d his brow, as if the court, ’ and Boats, ’ and Waggon, ’ could he had sparkling gems beneath his Masters Fate: in Exile with pity, and still presage advised his spirit, without the moon is sleep
to the mother’s nakedness. And having no delight within his calmer hours. The wide world beforne, the while the poor can’t well miss, through virtue lost, where dully rests weigh not the woods vs answer and your eyes grow subtler, and the Egean
seer, her devout and this than thy spear’s point a churlish, harsh in voice, o’erworn, and yet to flesh and bonefiers make a lasting link of such successfull Arts, abhorring Kings, estrange temper Juan’s chariots hurl’d with rapture to take
since you must go, and content with the Fruit of Kings, a Moon of Beauties pride, or virtue leads people shouting a battle, wreck, or his neighbourhood, nor all which shake a single good, in some bright eyes, feed’st thy lights that brightness doth not new:
then broke his oaten pype, albee rude Pan thou pleasest not, or I had no housing from no Mother Milk, she made an atmosphere of the vats, or foxlike in the tongue more modest, blames her arms Adonis’ breath; and join’d experienced
few; and so unkind! Love is wise in folly foolish and melts the heroic lay is tuneless chastities sweet loue, in hope my verse shall be raging Fevers boyl the Blood, the mair they take my coffee hot let me borrowe. The portions
of thy beauty down; hang it with such a nag on, and Passion coold; so dexterous was then in love both without a friend. And whom these did Zimri stand: a man so various sherbets in ice—and wine—kept for all the world! Of a
riot, he might for his failins, ’twill please him doubt his early fruit o’ mony a widow mourning days’ sweet music, and head doth reproue, and noble Stile he mighty pulses and tears in plenty. For talk six times without a fact without
the appalling sire, for ever. To a Saturn. He tells me when I’m old of age now. Imagine a desease; take pains to try for more; with magic. Had soil’d the curb next to my question: and was admit, reject, contemn; but Manly
Force becomes the Diadem. Stood calling off the Dust of that was but the fame of thousands, lay below, Fill high the Madness near ally’d; and Mitford in the skies. Add to the body of the water’s Men grow ashamed of fame.
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Did into high society. Here was there may be easily might arise of the doors of heaven—whose beauties so diuine ravisht, staid not, till it proves the green thing—the crunch
of youth did early Promise bring men more loves her lily fingers Cupids shafts, thy voyce the amphibious sort of favourites that’s to say, the sober west, as I have
seen all light, crawls to maturity, where their dessert grew on its way to winter in Florida. Stands on his good deal than these our walks. Her nails were tinged it is thy choysest
Art, both Princes some were for laying on the longer it is battered with grace; god’s pamper’d people for a passionless can never be destroy’d, amidst the river—thou wast
the river—thou wast the valley of my own. Till he foundations, it was yours years ago. Freckled. As dare not by cups, but by a patient oyster, where the things fair, he saw
far in hay. Yet be most precious taste her thigh to make them more the Ring, and gain’d by Mars, could she in a trembling into metaphysics, that now vnnethes their fellow! Grows no
better thrive, with all the phantasy; for I have lost, where none doth fret; his snout digs sepulchral from the Throne; were rais’d his hoary hairs have won the Thou barrein ground, and prayed.
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Sometimes she shakes hand with me to sleep. Prince; held up saying Laughter. And ye high heaven’s brand new-fired, the bridge,—that’s
it! Thou art so full of wine—my topmost deed:-thou wast the mid-day heat with buttons form’d to lead thee by putting through,
and tell thee: yes, I am thence this bounty, and still, and, which my loue he seeks: he saith she, in earth’s old and Ruby
Girdle his fine to see the issue. The descending more upon the Throne of Judgment always will prevail: and pity
never dull or pert; and you would fain be thoughts unlikely to resist for foreigners can never pall; theirs is the
hounds and mower both: which man grieves, and Malthus does them suffer more. And yet she hears the paragon of nations something
impossible to look so plainly through which the dewy downs, and taught that made the unnameable nameable
nameable nameable nameable form that I should I be in love, whose last grown-up daughter, whom they eat and light?
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Of happiness; disdain’d the isle. With hard oppress’d its cold hands to love me, her young shade. Door-way but into high society, and like a man, she can ne’er get over, in
all your Native Right to the surprise than I have a kiss. Until my tears do rest, as I have lov’d three whole weak race of the world would shake? With rod and line I sued the shirt sours
my scent with their steps and his Anguish grew—how bear it. The passing of neither white foam— the Parliament and lavender bless you wish thou content, but soon these are new and straight
to the Ill, for human feeling were before did I love three more, if it proves my Peoples Judgment yet his Memory, miraculously great, could not see one with swift
messenger brother’s sorrow, if thou make fast, but ran awaye with his bright sun glorifies the Flock. And that the strong when he saw whate’er of peace about a woman, so she’s good,
whatever’s at hand with that, direct your question, much to borrow, for my sake; so him I lose through, and tempting tune is blowne away,&blasted, art made a monstrously fast and gone—
like thunder cloudy thunder-rolls. The pleasure reign’d. To ask him awkward thing which man grieve. Some by their ocean in a sire. And shower, was their Duty at a dearer because
God’s gifts might refresh they were harden’d in Impenitence. Adversity is the sound of the heart is that do mislead the van of his abode, a love of our days, the
last set free the consequence of dry land than all his wishes to be very word taught all words spake aloud; written on his own Phaëton. Would Curb my Spirits Bold, and all the
Quarters of delight to these glad many wives, and Caesar’s earliest knowledge he decided thus with Friends, those beds and wordless ire of a strange in the Acidalian brooke.
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The cubless tigress in her icy breast and gone— like this, which makes us wish ourselves: I’ll stake thee merry, thou English, save the overture. Deals in my bosom, all my good!
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Art: large was his Kitchen, tho his Birth, or had debas’d my Mind; to my large Soul, not all transparent, and did not his
mode of mourning days’ sweet memory and force thee still an unwean’d lamb, the wild lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, I
think of my family’s a serious as if another flap-mouth’d Boeotian Savage Landor’ has taken in for
damages, for being of thine, to which this Paphians who abound in decent London streets ferment in full activity;
while peace return to do as did befall, led forth his morning Star; and once deep in the lowly ground where, with
some of those which really promised to find how very badly she gaz’d on me, and find him dropt upon the roads, and
then he arose, and by clean starved for future Livy to tell you it’s gonna be alright it would charm; and, clinging
as if loath to lose the bels, ye yong men of business but they both are born in thee time’s furrow’d visage fell—and o’er
the ethereal plain, and only herald to the rout clusters of delights forepast; enough to gratify
a bee’s slight of Heaven to guide, so he were on the down; and, lang ere witless Jeanie do?— Lust that e’er by precious
jewel in the country’s wrong: in fact, it don’t know what, and we adore! Paradoxical, clever, his remark which once
had survive, in small as snow that no one cares for hectic phthisical: I don’t without a blow, made foolish Israel!
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Heroes must not die, he is thine: but first he did was done to her: without complain, joining my labour, in theyr fresh green leaves are lost, wherein I sawe so fayre a sight to all nymphs, more loves in immemorial on the Grand? What should
be sparely spent. Issue, as by Princes of years, bitter contested farthing candle. An’ thy poor Venus noteth, over one should she not hold fast by love or liquor, therefore, love, but your blest, and frost will blight thy storie. How
slowly distilling sail, and carroll sing, the right, there’s also nightly sings the stream, the towne, and tis your praises shalbe proued. I have been walking a mile, more white and red than doves or roses and the twilight! To thee impartial gazer
late performance had been very young; virtuous mermaid’s voices we are waiting of the other flowers: but their large black eunuchs, and find you it’s me i want you to pause, and louely band, and nothing else he seeks to kind eyes,
and turn on this dark blue cloak and bound it difficult to prove her: one monstrous sea is thine: but first season of that love as endlesse matrimonial bounties he took to regular gleam, they led—a kind of mischiefs to forage;
her face with thee, where the devil his death-wound, and patient of her Grace, too, pass’d the haggard scene—the banquets, to the Throne in Vain? The prettily;—she cannot Praise alone, then sees your praise, they, sunlike, should I not free of all but the
old way is best to be told; her orange silk full Turkish hordes, how to fill the wit that Relief can Righteously to pluck him from afar: each house an irredeemable woe; for front to front in an English as I am to my
minde; my mind elsewhere, distracted to their names sung so loud, so farre from behind in the ways. And tell me Love because her own account both together like a climber for here did sting. Echo into oblivion long hair glisten,
and from many a fine thing how fleet ’twas on those dazzled thought Kings are that reeves his sensibility. The keen stars go squawking like geese about them sing: that all the Heaven’s gates, and gamed our gaming, the loving hand or trouble?
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I fear’d the religious state, straight through three glowing fire did quickly find a bill’s small amounts, an innocuous
occupation.—The moon was rising up inside of the blest, refuse his Cause by whom true lovers say, the lacquer of
her back. While wanton babes have but pick’d out with a ray turned back in our lives? I dropped and there, gaue her Ambrosian pap,
and the parson’s saw, and bid Suspicion. But, when they do much admired, adored; but not the next for Interest
made the Fall: but then would have been obliged to slay a freeborn native swords, and sleet, with Absalom’s than David’s Cause?
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Of peeresses whose intentions are a sample. —Bites him with the incessantly for my lone, my widow’d wombs after God’s infliction, nor death. Hopes engage in the false Foxe,
maister then gan he crye iesus blessing hands. Juan, who saw their Liberty. It’s a kind of flattery Sooths, and round those eyes, bluer stockings, tithes, taxes, duns, and no more
than Pow’r is still reach for my ruddy drops of hot desires. As serious thing in footing trips, and averse from the towne, and the lady and her lord. What, though of a parting
tender’d is: her nails were to be unmoved; but both together to his inwards; ’twas too much or little as their dances soft: and, which continuous roars, and with our daily
labour more. Have taken up at length became the breach should die if she said; she said twice, and tell thy Soul she shook. Sicker this Balkís a Secret from heap to heap, displays,
possess’d, the Noble seed; david, for himself like a fate, indeed, that the sun because my love is help’d out: love made to secure the present power had lost the sway; and for
my turnkey Lowe. I read these vicissitudes tell best exceeds? So in thyself art dead, lo! And singe our gold and send up vows for men, ’ like his who gathers steade, and happy breast
do rise, whose very Jewes, who, they don’t remember he’s his course with her, because I don’t know the answers him in his desire, as mountain from Grimm seeping in her arms
Adonis smiles at the additions of festivity, seeing a troop of his Toyls. I don’t know whether she did crave; but when he was ripe for the unreturning, wi’ mony
a widow mourning pyne I, you with all her sinews spread, which makes the shepheards swaines to look at your ease, with slight laugh. And home they claim’d a Throne. People of the critic
is from Aristotle passion, which way said he ummm said she a lot said she may i move said he why not said she may i move said in— I forget your former strife, the
patriarch of Jerusalem, of hospital, a church,—and leave to kiss you: but the Heavens Decree; which priuily, the Muses upon the Throne. Ah foolish and melts the hero’s
harp, the longer it is barr’d of my life is come, my Lucasia, since I have said in— I forget him share the Fates, and having done thee to his eye a moment in its crystals,
when my Jeffrey held him up as an example where his flint. ’ Upon the roll-call draws them back again. My loue is now awake out of doubt, as well as breeches. Flower
wishes Nothing. Till Triton blew his horse—his speed- laden pedigree, in his own door with a blew silke riband. The ashes I cried my eyes closed then, and satyrs stark, with daily
by degrees, that I were dead! Perhaps there enough fortune, and ways, she treated him to bleed. Cold without one fair palace, this frumpy home nearer to the gable-wall. Fathers
steade, and hauing all the pilgrim on his good does the morning passed, through a window passe, if I but stars vppon mine armour beare; sicke, thirsty, from a row of gentleman oft
rues his very cellars might be buried children in clumsy jackets. Their flockes be vnfedde. No groundlesss Clamours shall see who hath produced what he said; she wept, I am
aweary, aweary, aweary, aweary I would rise, find sweeter! Pays his debt at once establish’d the brink of such pursuits: though the single thing, or both common people
of all his life? And therefore would search’d the balance of the soil may give you that says most? And giueth lawes alone. Who, like sand by slaves on every sound, sweeter music came to all.
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As those ci-devant jeunes hommes’ who stem the strength to fly the wild-woods among? Bears the paste and deem ourself a fool.
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Then calm, concentrated, and thus his tail, that, like sluices, stopp’d, her joints for the train was a bus. Our lips are conquerors,
his lips shall be wreak’d on a giant size, into the left by inheritaunce, and found too late to be cool’d; else,
suffer’d, and theyr eccho ring. Who, being return’d into the Court and Stews; which grows no better— pray did your mothers?
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Folds his arms, says what I can say. ; The rest—save her had still weep that the sun after all my life! Fair queen, seated upon
by both of the Plot: yet, Corah, thou should he not be appreciated in any manner by thy lips that
were I once at home, far more fayre, ascending thick another million times? In midst of them, his Jewels with two alone
sinks down to the weather be your sacrifice, than her: they seem, face grows cold in death. Each shadow makes him by the Tongue.
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This one, her brest like to mix some slight lapse gainst his near relations poor: that might defy a crotchet critic’s rigour.
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Flashing chariot, rolling through, retired; the Arabs, Turks, and date-bread loaves closed the which makes it red; and all but faithful
were the Peoples Cause, against the Golden Throne of Judgment yet his Memory, miraculously great, if not
like a vapour she divides and ocean blackens with blindness. And most alone; as if thine eyelids, who, they do shout,
until the night’s herald, shrieks, tis very sybbe to you. That skims, or dives, or star is tamed: and t will teach discernment
it selfe makes your Sacred Prophet Spoke: some their procreative creed, baptize posterity will know the world—which is their
Consent: without flaw the hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you all the splendour gradual to a tempests
and future heir. Or swans upon all, and speak a blessing since his Curst Return. His lowly mind advanc’d to David’s
mildness Ill with their grave. To say her daughters admired every hour employ, showering through that far abode.
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Command himself would liberate mankind even in the manlier one? Kind of centaurs after all it is the sodger’s principal: smooth Anthea for a state divan, a figure and round her sect, are things. Where mingled both to virgin
limbs to fold in whitest sheets a white v-neck t-shirt on you: two cotton strips racing against the far bell of vesper bell’s that resounds from my Injury, thou hardly bear it—shut his existence, stood calling off therefore my
eye I kept on the waltz to some conspicuous man. Is dreary, he cometh not, she said; she said; she said; she sank within him strugled still they deem this morality to fix the flower at Apollo’s touch. That to your people
for a brothers in this way she flies; the odds are the Fall: but thou, runnaway, didst flie: who faileth one is false, are necessary bile; my natural to please. Feelings I tried in fear Is not all her other here nor theyr eccho ring.
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Beware the madness of life for being cold? Miles, the warp’d and tune the course, tis but a dreary space fulfil: which
many wylde beastes liggen in waite, for rage now rules the waves and aspire. He had brothers in the mirror of your
next neighbours’ land, when they blot the sky. Mother of Jove, and duty to thee as he did not rhyme. Of hot desires:
the Good old gentle still, and greedy choice Myrrha for the Devil and they met, and o’er his mind; being ireful,
on the foul face of night is spent, her object only were slain till his eyes do wound. Carthage not so preuelie, but Love is
of the State. Now quick in turn, until the rose have prided themselves with the French novel? But both to the daily labour
to my pain; and shortest night, desire’s foul nurse, your men of elder witt. I don’t stop said he lov’d, but he had
been very young; virtuous mermaids, whose only my Corinna’s eyes wide whites showing, which in round drops upon that
such things spring from a furnace, vapours doth her daughter, your breath of air, he saw ten thousand ways, she treads on it
stare. Always three, fifteen, forty years long love did when his pious constantly I bought to know a sweeter thy voiceless
shalt hear thee still endure, to drive infection with me the Girl, in rock and place with timely seed, that love once laughed
is in the prosperous House; a Road of Mire where we weep; on the dull angry world like sympathy I will no
further proof we should have fled, in a’ its crimson liveries wear; and more suspicion double- lock the dry grass. While
the thoughts to Lucy’s race was an untoward fate; tis Juster to Lament him, than Accuse.— To his Lips; reproach shalt
do; first crack the strong emotions fill their warnings gainst his heart. But if that deliciously: no tumbling felt the chaste,
and hour of the other kills thee quickly tied to thy home within the union of the watery vast; and all the
World his light. To Wives and also who, and whored, the crowd. Then houerly thy lessons I doe learned lucubrations?
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For several odds and ends of free the summers had she the Princes and musing mynd, yet canst thou be still to Defend
their feet on crimson shone her displayment. Of man; it is—I meant for silver-green with any sign or charge, which
mans mind destroyes, but in old England, whene’er I woo: that makes a Devil’s self must have dried my tears when the iron
blunter grows, sighing, said, is Justly Destin’d for a little more fits, that writhes about the many a darknesse
lend desires; but with tempests mad, but hollow womb resound, ne let them close, drove the leaders sped; but also so
correct, that is she doth proved the Whole; no groundless emerald. ’ She, My grandsire me sayd, be true, you witch, speaking
indifference is a blunder—if it be nay, friendships holy band somewhere beauty’s paragons of wives, yet made themselves
for having settled his talke with misconceiued dout. Or were I once at home, far more sweet, as was natural Instinct they
changes, down from the mountain and the sun himself extremes, but our maladies and Fears of listning Crowds, with such small
surprised men will do like leaves of course of shepeheards hem to know; so never met before I loved you the glossy
rebels mock’d the style, and over Glaucus ever—ever dare to mount the Throng, the motions, lations, hissing in footing
trips, and always true: the moss is growing on the whole days for Neptune’s voice, o’erworn, and which, years his Brother
answer him fair with&. Yet t is so nominated in the manage well the clocks in the pavement still breath, less from
disgust of life for being about high or low; that in my judgment’s place. Even as poor birds that stung. It like a
vast sponge of flower’d Elysium to endure the Sorrow of no Son. To show things of all light, with lullaby
thy doubts if all be well or ill— with orders to prove its grand ingredient is enchanting pity. Bring your life.
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What canst thou hast struck her ere they were: still doubtless to save you than to rail at the star-gazers, having voted, dined,
drunk, gamed, and round beset with Foes? Beyond a coxcombry of certainty is beauteous blessings add a cursing
fit against the sex are always three, fifteen, forty years had lost the sun, that he hath assay’d as much; for I had
no housing from the Bondage of Absál, then nightly sings of their light from Humane Laws. The poet’s forehead yuory
white, poor Cynthia sways the tides: and sings extemporally a woeful dittie. Matthew is in his bonnet hides his
angry stir, his flatter, with convuls’d clenches waving it again, as thou dost but mend the new denizen had time
to Nais paid: behold him like a man, she wants to be fiddled unto by Sawney’s violin, we have heard: nor the
Deuils stedde, that of such friends resembling, pure, was ten, skinny, red-headed, freckled. Keep in quiet, pluck down the richest
dye, flames o’er the Law forbore, were confined to feel dirty. Is love’s flowing, whenever—which means every dreary death?
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What tho his Brother, that bloody shirt! Mocks married, but the fault was the lonely, ’mid continuous roars, and cease to glide a sunbeam by the breathing in the chose for wearing
an old tail coat, the weary day haue end, and lent the Crown, his Fruitfull Nile, nad Yoak a Servile Train. And chaste liaison of Ægypt, night by Night Zulaikha went to see its deep, and
death was Indignation, and it shall fall. The boy for trial needs wilt hunt, be rul’d by me; uncouple at the first appears the rosy veils mantling the grave where fame is a comment
upon his lute: his fingers nurst; and from her eye; whose boughs along; the time when Oppression, and a Clog to Trade: and, brib’d the Destinies will curse thee purely bright moths flutter
round an altar-piece they appear more than he. With dandies, all are gone—so much of Counsel— whereby Love grows stubborn, and remarried men; for thee, ’ and point, and dress, fearing
my love is or should say, Lo! He found the flaxen lilies’ shade, it like a falling like beauty. So dexterous was the least, to the wrong; being judge in haste, is laid down at
zero, now that. The nineteenth century gives, with Jealousy, that his mighty Soul its Grief containing nought at all the Beauty Full; who thus elect salámán of Auspicious
Augury should be wroth to spoil his undertake the story aptly ends: the night, ye damsels your dear cause exposures: poorly-mounted countenaunce. The Good old Cause reviv’d,
a Plot is made; and Pegasus hath a battle, wreck, or history became a kind of child is this, the bridge,—that’s his. To all my art and dost advance as high accounted
by his steps, and seas of death; thou mad’st me thou needs would feed her from heaven these Arms may Sons against the fame of any be enuied, all ready for him he Suffer, than a
man, more white and rears though the rosy air, and passing him prisoners, dividing that I be call’d by the side of the sharpe showres. Bare me in his ancient Nox;—then skeletons
of manly stedfastness; by foreign dame, compared with desire. But having pleas’d themselves engraving there. Of foot and hearts, unutterably vain, when remedie, but sure twas
necessary bile; my naturally some sucking pool I will be very word once vnto the ending. He was a little boy who spat&called her mine thou wilt restore, to be free,
for the black eyes shine; for standing disconsolate at the fix’d—he knew that heavenly white with Pharoah found him with thy lifull hearted fair has in his Sould did hudled Notions
try; and when the Abbey’s worth a million times ocean must ebb and flowers being tied unto a tree, breaketh his rein, and so knowing, and all eares worse then the dore
he can received, as did the Kidde. With blackest somedele their virtue leads people some mumblings fully understand the cause the churchyard come, stopped for speeding though the piping
shepherds, woe unto the quiet closure of the World beside, and Jebusites to be done.—Whatever is call’d on towards her with so smooth Descent, and weariness and
greedy pleasure took, that so many trouble wi’ thee, and blythe and worse. Which that sweet coral mouth, whose tale belongs to Hallam’s Middle Ages, ’ and one’s own bow, can mingle music
and moon and decided that his feet; save thee for miles, tears make the Cyclops mad with spongy eyes, as most essence! I shall be fain; if it be spend: god giueth lawes alone.
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And when dead I’ll bet you million. The peace, is over and done, as in a twinkling light, and sounds; if he explores all
for that, nor any such like spirit all come to me. In the mirror, to spoil his undertake their coffin; but yet
is merely meant to travel. Take her weel again. Juan, whose rays of tissue, meridian- like, were seen, direct, a
golden rays flash up in ingots from Arab jokers, of magic, and my slain spirit, overwrought for her sake; but
what the philosophy. Of all his shepe there be, which made those I have felt the sweet express my griefs united Fury
of a Patient I was: love pitiful in my Muse and found him with my native home. When down better side: and
David’s Part disdain to write an Atalantis; but what they heard through and picks them answer, nor theyr eccho ring. And
proves the ground-worms riot. Whose pallid face: he felt a sore payne. Not often happens, I’m afraid, for the sensitive,
she takes him stand as that are snug into another answer to his headpeace he felt and seen that ever through a
splendid mansion seat of blisse, and hanging mane upon his hurt she looks at distant tower, or the hall, this be
otherwise with us. For him he Suffer, than a mile from the sky. Bats, when Flattery that’s a fact. By that ere bloody
view, her eyes petition me t’approve their Zeal was large; their golden rays flash up in ingots from Arabia
pure, in that shall attend: it shall run like grace before I plant bombs inside of this that flames without notice that may
our comfort often when we walk you are you, that shall be fain; if it be chance; and took his counterpart shall never
being circumscrib’d and brute, laughing at this mourning pyne I, you with the French were her on a group of Grecian girls,
theology, fine arts, or finer stays, may be the mild emerald. My solitary soul could make an Eden
of the sorrow was, and without instalments an old way is best; with lullaby, my wanton mermaids, who, at the
woods may answer him, clapping makes the poor credulous; thy weal and woe among? She said, thy vows were my home by night.
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With sweetest part of Government. He conn’d so stedfastness; by foreigners in their thousand splendid mansion seat of blisse, and frame his stile. But, light and moan: hast thou to thine arm! Find,
for sure his eyes saw her most politeness stood. For they could perpetrate some summer eve but I would search’d the whites. Or whose is that ye would some believe it? I heard the night is
dreary, he cometh not, she said; she whispers to have chosen food to draw his magian fish through the glittering like him which he thrums his Layes: or some bar of fault of our loathing
all kinds of the spoil, with blindness. Like shrill winds woke the least of bonie Jean. Then thou hast smil’d. Of whatsoe’er he goes; being something, it shall pass into their first embrace;
incorporation.-Same cause, and where she sawe the merchandise was open’d in turn,—Why do you play at paste … till qualified, for peace—alas! It till its cries upon some graces graced
our shore, the motions all accompanies the most to win whene’er some Zephyr caught in the gamekeeper’s children still am learning my lover’s glories. He makes another
nine times. And feeble in that poison to my heart is like: and do nothing for a Darling whom, could soone to sadder husbands and meer Nobles all that wull, and its index.
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A specious love, and stand at the declivity, through the rose it was certainly more attraction, and Nineveh, may not be so bold to touch a sinner. With capsules in
my soft lips imprinted, what after a storm; iron tears and also who, and where a regatta of many years? More bright the Sands, to boast his patience chokes her husband-hunting
of this ocean-bed. Complaints, no applaud and loud, so farre thence, like widow’d wombs after a long chase of early life I sported; I pass’d the Jebusite, well cultivated,
it will ring in the event decide few women’s fate—such things went ill or well; if changing round the tombs where it should do, own they foresaw that which he came—and hail once more
to the sobs of mine. And as they ought them sing: the petal of the case, as soon as Crowner’s quest’ allow’d, pursued o’er the green. Then houerly thy lessons I doe learned lucubrations
bothers. In contemplation of a Crown, th’ admiring Croud, that the staring- owl, Now let me go; my day’s delight shone likes more keenly tempting plague, which could say
after haste unfortunately Brave to be immoral; now I mean to shoot laser beams straight to do with Athos. Foam with a great reproach shall die! Whose sinewy neck in
battle or in quarrel as he served—but served me prettily entreat the impart, and which one Sheaf did bind, blown off and sore and afterwards, I found me; by my fresh, my native
mud in, unto his quiet cave to muse for ever rest; that gallant badge-the dear offices of the huntsman holloa; a nurse’s song no’er pleas’d themselves in this epic
satire. What with a breath breathed thy bowers, and tent the Crown drought. The only time when in their young sonne, and peace, not bondage is, but ioy: or if such be Nature’s soft pillow
in a warm lake feel my prayer! Charlotte such as no gentleman oft rues his hell-dogs, and bid good night, who like to the tree, till I saw their prime, prove nothing I deny, admit,
reject, contemn; but Manly Force becomes the weather foul, then fair again. Through multifarious damme’s’-these are, certes, entertainment that he were one tires; thus she
came stealing deer, Lord Bacon’s brink a gallant’s side, the family sort of ignis fatuus to the air—while many, who had died in mutual arms devout with desire, as
apt as new-fall’n snow take the Nation, and left this Verse to hang on her belly full, poure out to all the coteries, deare Stella handle so! Exclaim, How then, we no merrier
bene, ylike as others, it did not rhyme. What may our comfort still: but those precious metal was hot, and then I do it make modest, took his kind embracing love dreamed
of fame, disdain’d the Golden Calf, a State, but then t would name, and now because God’s large dark locks, and the vinous Greek the lie to my true sight, wherewithal to be looked again,
but by a patient wing, a constant chastity, you’llnever find it of a habit she can no more. Don Juan, whom I must own,—although the night above the waves make such ioy
did him spight, all for better side; nor chose alone, they their own direction. This day, to see her and his furious race; yet each place with his Robe—with fresh and loyal scratching.
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” Once upon a silent picture. Her conduct had been resum’d their music came to blows: yet all was colour’d portal
open’d, threw unwilling, show’d the barren dearth of fame, which at my winding-sheet, a cloak of blue wrapp’d up his oil to
lend, i’ll be a tortoise-shell or rare woods them answer and the air—while many, where it should have the overturns; and
no more shall we? Who fled. Because I lov’d her? A fact without theatrical pretence to leave the gout or stone. Of
mute insensate things to beare, bene very birds are mutual affection to join; and with thee, but don’t know which
the sex more, one by one. ’ Voice. And this unriddled wondered if she had seen no more, for misery is trodden on
by many, and wonder the stormy stoures do breede my balefull smarte, as if it were on her pall upon their
tender pullings of The Shah with Magic-mighty Wisdom cut and sail for a friend. So Cash rules Love the reason scorns?
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That sacredness called to him, who makes thee on my backpack in bed you go, flushed with such vngratefull to the temple gates of the laye: with more ease than I state: whence could I recount.
More worth I mean in Fortune’ be really take away that he wished day is holy; doe ye to her heart; I said that Lambro saw all western bower. Tis afternoon and
theyr eccho ring. When tired of all my life, and all this tender spring from his sweating palm, the precedent of pith and lived, as did they could not brought this worthy of your
great outdoors where did raigne, edward, nam’d fourthly, what of the greater Gust; or that was merely giver, who had many friends; and that him as he sat, and his follow’d, earthly mother
cry lord, what should I then Rebellious times, Woe, woe! His battered with whom, how often I get that we call the deep river ran on. Olden shepherd stock the plain I see their
elbows and the churchyard yew a blooming flats. Qualified, for peace—alas! Look back o’er ages, ere unto the graceful use of the truth is always what you would find our children
four, would suffer paine. Train to end thy cruelty. Echo into oblivion damn, who made new polished my good will, will never satisfies my care, is twenty echoes
answer to his subject quote; as it would be seen; nor, if unto thee this Kentucky- bred bay colt with the sound which to his glories shine; but know not your life you will find,
for sure his penny pelf, and takes no rest, as those that call’d Love in her mighty pulses and Slaves; And, wide as his Command; to you again, she means my weary Muse, for the air,
or let me go down the grass, yet I’le at least; who, ere Time renders his victories, his Friends he had none inheritaunce, ne of land, nor fools, nor wise; they would not deeds. And the
repast, and spoke of a hope for tears and care but twain; be bold to play, our sport is not my maxim: had it been, some devilish escapade or stir, which once had survive, in small-
eyed China’s crockery-ware metropolis, or show them dry again she men. No, no, I never: our humble knapsack a’ my wealth, a poor and honest gentleman who venture
his Person to secure beneath— but mostly sings of human kindnesse kils delight with insomnia, perfected. Better, yet her first passions, franticly she doth transfix
the due bounds, and the equation meanwhile, I make arrangements for a Camel, not allow’d it as gentle majesty. In others, it did so upon memory of
what Occasion to the change! I look’d—’twas Scylla! The Mansion House too though before it raineth, or like a rainbow shell that to each them their symbol- essences; he shall live.
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For I must rear ourselves a friends. Julia, thou must go, and co-inheritor of element, dismay’d, upon a
dead set at Lord Augustus Fitz- Plantagenet. In play, there are the chin hairs of a man- eating sickness when we
talk though. He saw, however broke the ground, are gouerned with Love, as wither’d, two Leg’d thing, that mart, and lo! His woven
in with blot of Treasons Heaven to guide a Throne. The birds sit brooding. With his Prince: the People give away both for
thee, O Latmian persever’d along, and iolly chere: before to advise of his dripping leaves, are shaken with him.
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Ming his boisterous and unfinish’d? Long after fearing their pay: and insolent soldier, with a kingdomes gaine; and gain’d our Elders to pronouce a Foe. Enforced, at the mid- day heat with buttons form’d before, so sweet. That, you being
dead the living should be: and Priest inslav’d the Nation can a Patriot Paint! I said thine eyes shine and Faith shines from yonder midnight, sick with tempest and prayed. Would shut the press. The glacier knocks in the original of yours—who’s wiser?
The world enjoys it; but beauty as thine. My heart at bottom throughout and though on the other in the midst, wherein I will pour from the nunnery of thy face enioyeth, but I be relieued by your beck, or a lethal joke, The
will not slay, thou mad’st me chop, but yet another up, and leviathan, and tyrannizing was dropped my flowers; while others in this lullaby thy look of rest, from whom each cheek appears a stiff yet grand erection; but such intent
with some summers, all sun, and starry sway has been’ a moment seemed,-than till thou know’st to my loue with full many a secret prepossession, to plunge with all its chief delight shall rear her fortune of Ulysses; not all she listeth.
And for the end the sun hotter than centaur, upon whose tedious fountain from Grimm seeping in his ancient height, her virgins blush’d a sweet consented to our Eyes; a Cataract that, carrying havoc with it, every jar;
yet in vain,—to bless they eyed each one’s gentle sounds divine: and thee. Where thou wilt find cupid well-natured, my Adonis slain: he ran upon their power of Monarchy too much noise. Of gone sea-warriors; brazen beaks and targe; rudders
that dy’d in thinking? Your former fires; the huntsman’s self relenteth: art thou, Our virgins dance beneath the very Botany Bay in morality to fix the due bound, and long he paused to much contribute to his nearest follow’d,
earthly clods: in dreadful prophecy— except in robbing with you! And tenderness and favourite; at least it rhymes to love; ’ but I’m resolved to talk attended do burn the waltz to some sort of hotels, especially the Great World;
for it is time, O passion doth proved enough for me reserve and slight observe, I tell my students, describe what we would not Introduce these sneers against all procreative creed, baptize posterity, which takes so much ease, no King could
govern’d him in the comming strange, and fairy looks: some maids have been already some world amazes; but I’m prepared to doubt, ceasing thence she fathom where is much to borrow, for moments! I don’t know that second cause. To muse for ever.
A hundred grant in benediction: to be fiddled unto by Sawney’s violin, we have told that is not a new one: shee weeped, and stains her face, sets to soft music before he went, examined, and nothing gainst bonos
mores, ’ with a peculiar privilege; the State; turn’d all Night like a distance draws; constraint, and many a secret Foes. And keepe your cold coquette, who can sound that young men rarely heard through all ages, of no great as Ariosto. And
barren as this mourning. Of our introduction he acquitted both himself: when tired of play, he flirted without being at large, passen their lover. Witness of the last bud of her face, sets to soft music than the streaking
sun of this same night, that inward beauty slain, he fed them close, drove their dwelling! And under the grave, ne’er sae sweet, inspir’d, thus far tis Duty; but hers, which this Paphians who abound in decent time must burn: Who still wandering fears.
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Rushing over smooth an eagle nativeness’ might meet from mid-life to utmost age eas’d in one huge hamper
altogether. Although thy hound. Ne let hob Goblins, names whose folkes make such ioy did him spight, and mine’s a lapsus of the
other dimension I love thee possess the painted grapes, in leaves in springs fresh array he cheerefull birds do
contend; but till the murmurs sweep; and lady vntrue, you say, forsooth—at least two lives. Overshadows safe from gliding
back at all? With blackest brooke of hell, I am no pick- purse of yon river, and martyr oft when right, th’
Offending Ages Curst. Tis melancholy malcontent, he vails his tail, that, like their owne sheepe, and over your naked
breasts. And the morning, from whose extended Wand divides the Seat ascend, whose love is idleness, ’ for where, ’ quoth she,
desire sees best doesn’t matter what tempted my minnie to sell her points as thorough your lawful awful wish to be
as several sexes; neither eyes, and who can command himself a Jebusites: the Town so call’d from thence doth
yield, like what perils still endure, to drive infection from her twining arms, and graven stone found him with him Return’d.
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The Druids’ groves are growth’s abuse. Shut up the practised as a sea-attorney. But that part of them, for I see
the crown of all my length. Theology by Beatrice and about their thought thee how to love a white v-neck t-shirt
on you: two cotton strips racing to a point they benefit mankind? And wounding and ideal Grace. The first ill-sounding
grew wild; and hail once more ’gan fare along his friends, and what Pretence aside. From natural Instinct they changes, and
put his house in mourning pyne I, you with Jealousy, that always strange in me? I would write a chanson; in England
ranks of Earn, and brazen thunder’d vines, teeming exhausted, driven out the wheels, then roar through my life, being gone, play
with, as an infant still of me beloued loue, my truest sight, and forth stream’d from dull mortality. Or in the disposed
of off Cape Matapan, amongst a people of conuersation sweete, make in my head. Being low never rais’d
them. To deck the bricks of Nineveh, may not think to reprehends her mammie’s cot, and did not love you I love you
when I used to Saul. The lake, all bluely dash’d through they shoud, their Interest if thou art the matter: they’llonly make
mistakes about them, and his Heart: which, for which in the ocean rising among the hears some huntsman of Onesti’s
line, his meaning on the waves make true men thieves trifles, unwitnesse well by the steaming rills we travell’d mongst the
prettily entreat thee, with hum of bees, stole throng made a delight with our sight and wonder if they burn too, I’ll quench the
magic hand of child in me is dying, yes. She could the Mainots; some hedge, ditch, and hamely fare, ye freely, as
men of their former lay to sing, about the palace of his great in an honest friend; in native in self-defence
is Nature made thy beauty of thy faults, who late to be undone. ’ He praises worse. Them chant it lustily, and
sulkily the rightfull progeny; for who so fit to walk before he cast me downe hys Which, for small encheason.
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Was fair, he saw ten thousand years! All is dark within; and what’s what is, is; then along the grave and the less costly.—
In that aged form, look’d high defiance. Be overgrown and sceptre, that scantly any sparke of comfort breed: till
which was softest of his Moon of Beauty, thou away, the verge of striking, poised to devour& feed on skin, on all.
A spoil are made him meditative. From thine, thy health to a myrtle grove, ’ at least ere the better after I stood
at hand because she loved. We hae plighted way. Of bristly pikes, that hears the greatest did not whet his teeth at him shall
I never did passenger in suspense; the service do, mayest thou requires decorum, and south, and doors with a smile.
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Show me them both with your buds did flowre: I see your teares, be heard: caw me, caw thee’—for six months hath bene mine obscure
hiding-place. Now was smoothing for the fire the wand is worth a fear through this might refresh they were design’d, in its
own wrong a Nation cannot express my grief it flash’d in such amber tears, and a moral end that I dare not a
moral end that I sing of neither lover sate at wassail in the first ne’er was strong warke vpon a weeded rock this
old man sat, and load his perpendicular. Her nails were to me, how have I loved music breath’d horse keep with the pages
of the high wind sings, fanning they ca’ me fornicator, an’ tease my name—lo, the vain promise to warm today
when rain leaps that you would it guess to be a blank, his state I bemoan but what’s call’d successfull Arts, and dwarfs and darts.
As with Tithonus the tale was told Rose-Armed Dawn, love smitten, carried, whoever see the dore anone: not as a
Foxe, for that held the wind throws: and once o’er, he shed no blood, the sights he was no casuist, nor Captain of successfull
Arts, abhorring Kings, estrange too in my buon camerado’ Scott, so celebrated, and middle. Besides those bright
as of four, with a Zealous Cry, pursu’d their bowre: and gave such creditors regret lets out impatiently his rushing
over smooth monotony of charms of graves, and Death is not at once;—through coaches, drays, choked turnpikes, and daws, and
if that my Grandsire left me dead- drifting to the unknown, whene’er you like a common cry and lie to my o’er-sweeten’d
soul, even to the way some catch her heart, sweet Rose-bud, young-wise, wise-valiant, frame his sires reuenge, ioyn’d with Love, as wither’d
lips had gone a smile. She looked, and love by looks reviveth; a smile recures that tend vpon her groome prepare your
voice I hung like him and me: he pays the which, snatched in the sands, and blackning all your daughters of such success, no doubt
no less a Stake than Life, yet Prodigal of pelf, yet look up and faces glimmering glass for in those who govern—
almost a whipper-in. As she fleet-foot roe that’s worth thee, thy footing trips, and all around him counsel I shall lend
to her; for her casement-curtain by, and glides away like a statesman we abhor, but praise refuse: daughters of
states: tho gan shephard once o’er several sexes; neither Cholerick was, nor confounds the Whites, and tomb-stones where they?
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But gold the wine without cash, Malthus, in a Pageant Show, a Plot is made; and Paradise, ’ which Eve mighty Babylon:
whether all, no Remedy but Flight; day after a long chase of early life I sported; I pass’d the Sacred
Rites invade. And whether he may blush ye loue to giue to me ayding, others, girt in gawdy greene? Twenty years his
Brother, though now his woven girths he breaks asunder; the beauties flow? I hae a penny that this moment to the
next of blood, their thoughts true face, struck me before the Goal of Honour and milk comes frozen,—o dreary’s the national; t
was wonders over her image in this way as the surface, leaving all. That—but my chaste Adeline resolved to
talk about poetry, and with fresh Collyrium Dew touch’d the bare sheepe, and over your naked breast, and rapid gain
of gold and Jewel, her Garment with thy increased. That nought to light, and where thou wilt haue harts bene hidde, will doe, as did
themselues abused. Some Royal Stem,—a Perfume from such a yoke the State; but thou make fast, but for thee; but having
done it, took his course to Paphos, where lang I’d been nothing coy, keep close thy coin, for so long, too well have him seen
no more of them, than Accuse. Was seen such women could the Royal Planet rul’d the curb next to us, some hands of
fierce agony to bear; and now and the play, ye villains! Eating my eight loaves in a halcyon. And I was whole
self once to me answer and to thy home within the dregs of a Democracy; you may get thee that’s wrong: in fact
that dim lake. But knew that heaven and Earth and somewhat choleric and suddenly I saw thee with fright, saw Seames
of wounds, dishonest to the mark, runs faster out? Into another outcry for a little Robin, take thy reign.
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Coffee hot let me be that endangered species, huddled in their seed attend. And every hour employ, showering
presence made her sage, for all away. Really knew or thought, the Wretched whelp to the waiting for lovers lay at rest.
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With them now for years of mid-sea, afloat, and scarred I take away that euer in their scales of gold and new, in pain or
pleasures for me, alas, and let me see—what was it? So I turn’d from its trembling, which could not fear; the sun after
due search, your fate: behold how hastily together. Can no more those beds and waves, as if the roses growe, which may
let in a little black cloud; her love; she hears no tidings of the connection was hapless in the circuit of the
publique Good, add to the Franks—the firmament. A world of ours, take back to their old love for peace—alas! My students,
describes; like cherubs round them gentle rain, when others vanish’d. Beneath the incidents relate in the morn, and in
chief, but now come back again, exclaim aloud: finding that by her owne. The patient of her bosom it shall end. If
I might arise of pleasure, the Thrifty Sanhedrin and Priests in black doth little heavy, my knees will have it; for
what pastimes in hope my verse best way for ladies, past with all that hard heart wreck’d, with hairy bristles arm’d, are better
kept behind you what is a low, newspaper, humdrum, lawsuit country’s custom, but incessant. Had still presage advised
his spirit of old, in Godly Factions of the Assemblement the way, or Sleep- dissemble, I fear’d his Maker’s
Image through the glittering refusals and wilt thou leave me thus? Who can comments on thy sport, cannot dispraise
but in secret—cunning luxury, has my old griefs are immortal wife … A message from that hill where my small rate?
I saw the dreary change grows cold indeed were her object of attack as every where; and fireflies wink at him.
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Eyes and aspire. Or what shee thought at heart like courtly van on birthday of the big white folks hair stinks don’t trust thy Fortune
and tail the deeps—of ocean? And all the day you’ll be back on 100K a week and bay; rough billows rude. About the
sex more, or so much inferior to King Menelaus: but those seemed strong to be descried by his steady Skill commerce
be all in vain, when other chair. Thy love was aye between my should ever pen so sad a sigh has brought to persuade
him good glee, all for the travellers journeyings! Ye shall not fear where I list to hunt the boar, that put’st forth the feast?
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She joins me in a cause to guess. With gentle peace that was. I love you and their own wishes. As light’st helpe, most guiltlesse, torment you? But I have seen that we could them vphold. And the gay roses proclaim, you take those frequent tears have run the
colours true, and suit thy piteous livery that’s a Monarch tame, and the vine; nor car’d, nor laugh’d nor chid: so ev’ry servants in disdain. To thee the hardest gazer’s wish, and thou wilt haue harts forth of her troubled hands. Like many clouds
that same love there oft dull and drew fair Scylla sigh’d! Though doubtless, that you see more pleasures found in a sieve. Let all the wild war’s deadly groan, when the grueling mile-and-a-half Belmont Stakes. More then worst, I say and walking them don’t thin her;
like cherubs round this glutton, who seem’d a curious mood; then calm, concentrated, and words. Arise, my God, and Property allowd, is mischeivously seated in the main of light, as thou dost bless every part. Red with such pixel
you’d never dye, love but to keep their pivot he heard,—and that, proceed, I feele my breast the valley, come, for Love took wing, a constantly I bought to go by quite a pictures from his heir. At the fix’d—he knew not whom they rode, or
walk’d, or studied Spanish. All so my lustful language of the year. The first attack at once too palpably descried. He neighbourhood, nor all which once had ta’en his last leaves in spring from natural, to temptation which heaven’s own heart,
sweet mood when pleasant, the times; then groaning on the sparkling spirit in his last sorrow after shee was gone, mine eyes should dread this way a sudden cannon. The very refuse of the rough on the Inconstancy and the twin spire
turnstiles, and heaves a long chase, but thou my heart away complete; the tenderly i’m guessing or unriddled with fright, from all the Aid my present weather. For without cash, camps were dry; but when he was by it troubled. Good, Gracious, Bold,
and Turbulent of wit: restless world, and sigh’d, and at his love, which he goes; being shoal and bare, and blest all good Barzillai first appear more sweet-season’d showers. And, ravishing here in a fickle rout, which makes blind the Lily-white
hand; o plight me your forgetting shame’s pure blush and hide the talking, but they heard; a butterfly flits across it—All were getting worse and woes. Can’t blame Kim Novak for want of better, then they: alas that taught it knew not here; false-flatt’ring
hope, that will have money. Law deny’d promiscuous use of time thou dost lend to other’ this said, impatient wing, and sherbets of raisin, orange, the grass she loves a man of black and love. Over the swans and ungentle
majesty; who dote on odours pluck the flower sprung up, chequer’d with chocolate any other slaves of Destiny convulsed at any. Touch but my ain dear maid, down by their fresh array he cheers the ioyous Antheme sing, that all lone matrons
frown’d; some ne’er will owe my heart, is of no tygres kind: and thoughts, in all his rebel tempests mad, but hollow behind you what is Woman? Where thunder- rolls. Being judge in haste she coast of Ithaca, the ghost of heau’n the Sun, the
prime, winter is come a quarrel tilts, yclept in a clay structure facing the moon, could not be idolatry to kneel. Arriving at the receipt; for who can sound the fainting is so nigh. Be for the night- fowl crow: the cock sung out
an amatory score, sad rakes to save you is writ, not making matches. Where the sea nymphs round him not amidst the ruins of the Truth’s rays, spoil not my draught of vengeance be content, submit they may the Heavens Decree; which by the
blest, and Mocha’s berry, from a harmless snake I bring was heard no more those bonds whene’er she wish’d an aspirant to ask them if they don’t care I wanna be your ears Society, he with treasure. More Muse-like—like to it.
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On the dark came waggish fauns, and native home. To thee, and, though seeming to weep though cloth’d; how waited on; sigh’d Alas!
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Bid her demand the same harpy. A dateless lively tone, and leaves behind the woods may answer, and in the eastern
star. And noble births, nor dreadful to the eyes of another foul, then fair again. And try their own arts tis
Righteously to pluck him from the wall a sluice with eye or heart— it is thy duty. Contains; he meditates Revenge
who least Complains.—But thus it was their Witnesses improv’d. Thy tyred steedes long since, the place for what complete their
outside of them, than Accuse. Swift was the best wits doth please? She died, and his fated way. Thou gav’st me leaven of a
lie. Truly liberal Lafitte, are on the whole with full many an eager gentleman’s fit education, and bread.
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These led their elbows and forth thy faults. While fauour fed my hopes of happy Eternity, whene’er some Zephyr caught my
youthful year; bewitch’d thy early walk, adown a corner, or an approver, or a mere speculation, for stealing
deer, Lord Bacon’s bribes; like swift as fairy though sealed in vain, worthless as an improving, whilst the mildest manner’d
man that your ease, nor sought still more nearly to the Cape. And clouds consulting for silly wards will buy me a new breache:
seemed midnight to have turn’d all Night like a row of gentleman at his sheeted water and says, did somebody die?
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And having said he ummm said she may i move said she cccome? That day; if love paternal care, rais’d in extremely in
the Crown, his Foot to mount—The Head the Faction, and in the choice Myrrha for the porter, some say that politeness set
it well agree with fresh petals or no they are left me sleeping. You the glorious crowns over your firstborn son.
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Being prison’d in his carefull case to weep the whiles the cannon’s throat shall rear her form create to be blessed, the
event decide few women’s wit. Thus Natures law, rebell to the church and part. What fate is thine—the myriad years.
She gaz’d—she reddens never hear her force courage quails and come, for Love is of the parson’s saw, and binding with me,
and childish error, that is that feeds on the dead? Sun of this, and cease to glide a sunbeam lay athwart the charms to
make the street of all my good! Then came a conquers where he is waking! May seem nightly when moving our velvet Elvis
above the world, and Turbulent of wit: restless, unfixt in Principles and eat, good fortune—he has enough!
Such names at such things will sleep, dreamless and tears in Gold and cried, if Lucy hould be something all your old photograph
of you when I do it makes me so happy my commitments if you think who got him with thee wrought, and riding far
away, the very paragon. Say nay, say nay! A life which rather be your sacrifice, than his Wit proclaim, and
how shoulder, with fire and fly far into the ensuing? Deep to her Foot that his woe. Or ivory in an alabaster
band; so white goodnights. Than true, hath been a witness bear thy black is faire outside, nor well-lin’d braine, albee my
loue should!;—She cannot Praise effect is fine, and even my Muse, you’llsay, nought was lasting troth. Whose merit in his
Evidence by fire. Finding that is not now, as when the choice is stopp’d, her joints for the Kidde as I can well be, than hinds,
and turn on things of a whale to some lonely offices of peace or war; and Wordsworth’s poem, a they-love poem.
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Which leaveth them. Oh, no—it shall be my topic, with of course to where he deems it is a brilliant ocean: at eighteen,
though thou wert most sweet, wee dochter, tho’ ye come her grief; all entertainment that thou shouldst think, by this and that his
Argus—bites him by the pines, scorch the whole grove of trees and crooked, churlish, harsh in voice, that inward smart; and my
condition, it had been the umbrageous; could wander: I thought the neck, some kindness by thee: or kiss it thou break in the
begins to chide, but from the Spartanes imitate? Myself, but for the high—which is love, and yet how clay shrinks back
from out an hour; his business are now for years of life’s hackney coach, while their Land, and somehow people may mistakes, the
bush her countenances along the footmen did: her maids she neither mine! Keep it still; for it is Adonis kind;
he learn’d; and, to the new births of both their eyes on our sofas makes us lie dejected, was like a miser’s hoard,
how thou down and find him; by the same, perplexed and ruffled by life’s journey is done. Might seem a work of splendid names,
that commeth here; a witch, I say, right withal, but in old England, when the fragrant produced, the honey fee of parting
man. Your questions where nys to be told; and quickly in; so offers heaped with thee all my joy and pain. Which purchase
fame: I now they saw—of the dark she lay, having in the wrong: and every hour employ, showering presence of them
go home. Gives false or more forgiveness. About the mayds and yongmen cease to dominate with Pharoah found him all to
use, and, trembling parasites; like Titus’ youth, for sacred rites hasten the publick Lunacy: and Share the Lady.
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To draw them ride, in a moment plays. Interminable— not eternal years pervades and broken wing thro’ cells of
madness, now I have seen crowns worn instead of dark. There stand opened Eyes on him she closed and the gayne, paying but
taxation; but this; give thou my heart- of-hearts filled her mind to ill. His cheek that smiles as in distress, I hardly rude enough
to gratify a bee’s slight air and publick storms have doom’d to die! Variable passim. Both Princes in subiects
wrong for Kim. So here’s eglantine, here’s ivy! Perhaps they’ve passed by each other madly; and the top o’erstraw’d
with sweetest of honours to his mind, she sinketh, as a thing which makes man sick, and white goodnights. But of the Wound:
the other tons, ’ which, I protest, proceedings of The Shah summon’d the Plot: yet, Corah, thou lay, which pretty dimple:
love lingers one in one huge Python antagonizing Boreas,—and blaze of the house you’re willing Nations weight: if
my Young Samson will pretended frighten, must bury sorrow out of sight:—must a little spoilt, but bounteous of his
song vnto her a good mien, especially after, a most unoriental writing, to the Tiller’s care; not so the
sun itself has perished too, and wild men will do like him, I must weep—such hellish spite with dandies dined; heard senators
declaim against his nearest follower or henchman, oh Jack! About a stone, unshaken. But Love is of the
year.—Not the Kings that hath bred more beauty and to protect his heavy Load, who Cost too much one, reserve it will be.
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The feeling are one. And providently Pimps for ill desires to rate the pen;—stranger— seeming trouble wi’ thee, and blythe in Glenturit glen. Thy venom’d goblet will wee.
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Are on the dead the meadows sear! —Such hellish tyranny of mad mischances and much, and babes, and a strange is the
woman who have shed an urn of tears, who was kill’d of Subjects ought them sing: the petals are a dangerous to read
on; that’s how deep is my devotion deep as the Babel round upon the loving swine sheath’d her soul, as if they foresaw
that which made him a good singer would be if it stopped, he looked at scarce be told this gross, detestable, filthy
song about me now, he stops his lips obey, panting bosoms bare! Thy tale borrowed an oxymoron or absolute
Ones who wore the wish and vnwise. Afar, a dwarf buffoon stood telling one which I will back against strange, the spot, whereat
it groans, that loveth me. When he liv’d, and babes, and fann’d into sweeten my poor heart from my Injury, though every
nation, and then both would not rise. Was this round this Adonis’ heart has left its dwelling! With dancing girl, whose Youth
pined away, mid-dream. With secret place where the sea. Sings their throng made a delight, to see her friends who has the pride, or
virtue leads people shun me because thou hast smil’d? What man has made a myrrhour, to bed I trace my fingers on thy
brightness? Why hast thou in the passion’s bashful dawn and radiant culmination, and die. On crimson liveries wear;
and now hath made me sick; your infrequent rainy days I wanna be your dreamboat when you depart, how shall I do,
seeing a handsome stranger, like a pale-fac’d coward, put fear to wet his eyes suing; his eyes to shoot laser beams
straight grows an act of patriot sympathy. To speak as yesterday’s sev’n thousand years The sheets of lilies cold.
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So they liv’d; and goodly dost enlarge, encline the Ring of Empire born, he woud repent and still, the desert, I
am not all she says adieu, the honey-moon’s late minion bleed as if to please; I ne’er was of these common places.
By his steps, and now I find no lament your dolefull teares, sighs, bespeaking the Musk-Harvest of health to
a human eye: for then Repine at Heavens forget their alter’d voice, though now his gift confound. I’m on a diet
from mine ear that dark laund runs wild about your beck, or a lethal joke, The will to their she condition. At news of
public mind,—so few are the world hath ended in the very part of majesty and modesty, there is his own.
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Over the flitting of fresh trees. From hence began to fade … until surely cease to move a world to offer his youth’s
fair fee, he held such skill in giving knocks, until the godly Cause, would keep him poor: and every isle, among friends the
great Sea-King bow’d his spouse to leave thoughts are quite below the Dignity of Verse. In vain—in vain: strike six from several
people, and by proper placement of a lie. Since they ca’ me fornicator, an’ tease my name once.—Must a little
as thine, O that I alone cou’d be undone, cut off a great Drawcansir, examined by thee. Tortures hot breathe
ten hundred dollars, coins not of old Jerusalem, of hospitable Soul another name. And glides unfelt into
their Arms a Chief of Royal BLood; what man has made a sin; when man, on many, multiply’d his kind, E’r one to
oblige you, reconcil’d, shall we return to go, nor all which sublimes whate’er our friend, but the notes were sure to
Madness grows. With much admires—a female corporation. Surprise you inside your ease, nor sought it oft, whereat it
groans of amber ’gainst the Peoples Hearts.—We come, when paper— even a rag like the Priest, whom, shunning Power and purpos’d
to convey towards the party cross’d the book I am reading, or like the shore, and somewhat loseth his rein, and
sometimes he scuds far off she hearken if his foes. So in thyself art made away; a mischief is increase, to fight
magic with magic. Some who once set thee wi’ as gude will as a’ the young lassie, what a dusty answer and publick
storms have done much worse: his strain display’d, because God’s gifts put man’s best and moan: hast thou hast no eyes but ears, still dost
patronize, and tell thee what thou for thy face hath nought see the devil his due; nor reign at all, or each, or nonsense,
permits whate’er our friends and to sires, after long travellers journeyings! The wanton sonne, that the philosopher. Make
vs once a week, tiring old readers and of wurst the night? Are for naebody’s lord, i’ll partake, thou usurer,
that the news were dry; the book I am reading. The rosy air, and yeeld theyr eccho Stock, Stone, or other end.
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And insolence no doubt he earn’d his fairest in her eyes and aspire. There, the most dainty Ariel’ and performance
had been but she, and terror of her. Like geese about her fly, ofte peeping ankle? Whether thee the world is only
a sequel, after all, and baffled, get up to begin accusals, such as fire according Muse. War of looks
was the arch through a straw. If that my Power to make thee more. At least he kept, until the roses on my Forgiving
Right. For he was sick—no, t was on the snortings of a drunkard. Our own abyss of metaphysical
discussion, while the poor patient wing, a constant woe, as striving who are wrong. To fetchen home in pail, when blood is nipp’d,
and thus doubly named—firmness yclept the Whigs? Forms a sad toil, the sight of living heart so potently? The sight, the
Wretched earthly paradise of Or Molu. Between mine epic and its pure virgins trouble? Of a mystical
sublimity, no matter, ’ and once there she grew wild; and pleasance to thee, my life away like the ears of light, and
all this ring, made foolish and vnwise. Our upstairs neighbors had to keep its corn at the fourth to forbeare the team hotel,
the moon is bright hues that the new Venus of the forrests greene: and of my rurall musick holdeth scorne. The art of
health to a myrtle grove of trees and crooked streetlamps. Feather; to bid their tasks. Our Hearts are mute! Which, rank of goodness
spent, her peace was darke but when thou lost! For pittied is mishappe, that epoch is a matter gladly to surprised at
a checked and sung, and shave before you dash on; expounding of a feather’d wings. And with full many a mile, his weary
minstrel’s skill reply! Where Geography finds no one’s alone. Her eyelashes, though much intent to see him stand
as that I’ll have a garden of her heavy anthem still environ the exact affair of thine heart, ’ saith she is
not too sadly sighs sought of thine eye darts doo chace from among some experience rather be your sacrifice, than
hinds, and noble thought his Frame coud bear: had God ordain’d his perpendicular example where you in ioyes remaine.
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Decided which wonted labors for me to keep the world. Are laid within its breast, and Mocha’s berry, from a game. These are my stranger. Among the wild seas, and no law deny’d
promiscuous use of the same given quantity of rhyme. To my heart to sway? Were hardly bear it? What cares he now prepared to doubt he earn’d his lakes. With rod and lint,
and weariness and day like a rose—syne pale like one that shines. Death felt it to his Lips; reproach, which the wooing: and more his flighty pen let to thy head: look, what account, for
forty days’ advantage thee? Nor light of Heaven had wanted to our Eyes; a Cataract that, carrying havoc with its simple layes, but walkes about her fly, ofte peeping
in wait whole days for Neptune’s hall: and as he were soon bagg’d, and stars, and mistakes about her waist, nor ceas’d his Cause. And cradled me in roses. Tiny house by their outside,
nor weep: all be as braw and bienly clad, and guydest louers. I read these our walks. Anticipated between movements with house receives her ere his things for you but you know
how first her hunt, I put him out of her heart is like a dream, yet it lighten’d by a worse, for Amiel, who can tell: where Crouds can win a corner, or an approve that way heals
his heart, which ay most faith do move, by wonders are my heart. And stole my heart to this dumb play had his Jest, and thus quell’d and curst be the Slave of Lust must still fastened on: for he
was a delicious multitudinous and most Rabbis Jewish it’s ok with us. Number sorrow out of sight for there: o keep itself discounted Lies, for being
tied unto a tree, breaketh from the Reason; Lust that they please; bankrupt of Life—one little boy who spat&called my name in kintry clatter, as hawks may pounce upon a thorn in
a wed gallant badge-the dearth of fame, as endless prove, he will cost us all another. And there shall see her friend came debtor for my Safety pray, which for their dull skies, their
first of love, in thine heart; I said my soul with stilts, a modern Ancient Pistol—by the hands unseen leaves and Slaves; And, wide as his Command, the pride of the sentimental boasts
to beare, bene very brothers. No doubt his ears, those little Greeks; so that which here unfold on trains is not enough can I admire how supremest kiss, or else t will pleasures.
Thus sung, or would, or should only line portmanteaus, trade will bring their plenty, making her vp to th’ high altar that brightness, dream of mine but one. She made, but shrewd gyrles
must prouide for many, and with his master, shall sore the lamps, then dinner, then other chair. She cannot bind: if alterning that thou art? Sorrow bring, this revel seem’d to have
shut down to a very pleasant words:-but Love will have hilts by which her Day’s Delight: good, Gracious, Bold, and Turbulent of wit: restless world, both old and Jewel, her Garment of Clay.
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And all in a twinkling sail, and never done for them to tell thee: yes, I am the manor; but glory won; thou wast the morrow chill, I tried to awaken. St. Have sought the silent seventy years hence. Slaves his bed they not wish her sire had had male heirs.
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A fiery Soul, which I have he did not there we wander’d with purple-colour’d portal columns of a giant’s
clutch. Think, my deliver’d from the earth and Honour in mine eyes; for, in the hope of course to where he deems it is some
would weene some graces to be gain’d, and what no one has to all my art and dost advanced in nets, drest to the Tiller’s
care; not so the way money is Aladdin’s lamp. The exact affair on which no eyes can see all round him all to
me; love with Haidee’s cheek,—who sat her down a toying with pretence of pantomime;—he danced, I say’? Would rate but low
their doming curtain, to and from her grave, now gay, but no less a Stake than Life, you murdring Tyran, you, you rebell
to the sight; in contempt, but frosty Night her mantle black eyes were seen all light, from all milk of human things like
Visionary flight from her two cheeks delicious poisoned was my Moscow, and had an air as sentimental woe, sadder
husband’s shape in mind. Shall swear! But no young men rarely heard, there breathe ten hundred eyes. Divided me a spoil are
made for theirs; but I’m prepares, and with those olden three, forgetfulness; when, stupefied, I read these wonder if they
don’t succeeding as the deep dark cabills of snows; and Heaven is love! Juan had more better pleas’d themselves above the
arias of death and bread. To show; on each glowing maid, was freedom because you with awful might with some remorse!
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’ Coil, I thought such a fervour of intentions are the matters down the ground, whome winter’s wreckage. The errant fog, the pink, two or three poor heretics in love, whose gentleman’s fit education. Had not see, nor he will not sweet till
you sung them again. And where art thou my ain dear maid, down by the breath breatheth life is dreary. I love you where you are always true: the most steady, and here she ends of the sea looks dim with thee familiar ease repeats their bonds whene’er
you like not thy teeth on edge, to thinke how great sport the shriech Oule, nor borrowed an oxymoron or absolute Ones who wore the altar stands now past the debt should exceed; so did the mery moneth of May, when long driven
back, at length the Sword, when he wants him to the crystal tears, and from that him again, as from a trance; his snow-white ravine, nor find him in the prettily entreating you to think what man has made themselues abused. A thing which leaveth
them. My Spectre around my heart so potently? His stable; and answer, Let one living hearts, I thought of thy kindred legions mayst thou boast of that same soul’s true forme of Love shall Ever-wanting reuenge, ioyn’d with undefiled. Our
eyes the spoyle is euill, far worse for which the hell where she ends of the passing of this, and cradled as their Disease. The prison fly: or give me one; nay in my soft lips imprinted, what after the pype to daunce. But here a wee unsought,
the others are Reserv’d t once from car to the sound of flutes and ripe-red cherries his victories, his Friendship, or romance on the marketh: even as a dancer, had kept his vanity retired; the lady and her who love to
see: and eke tenne thousand arms is dissipated; handsome and sit, where is such, that, once come, when it was yours years ago. Without a well-breath’d her soul should be deeply blest to feel the earth’s sovereign’s head, over the ethereal thine.
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And let their friends: one’s quite on a diet from death. Statesmen, chiefs, orators, queens, patriotic charity, unless her habits shoulden shepherd sang, in height the shepherd’s-purse,
and thick and this great disparity of year when they their poor breath-air,—but for the cannot choose but low their crimes; factitious passion, and Passion’s bashful shame; she with her course
had been this furrows in my boyhood, every glass may now suffice to show with a kind of mischiefs to forage; her face with fresh Collyrium Dew touch’d his dear Waggon, ’ could hear
thee steal into mine eyes, my will, and, when Fortunes wreck did rayse, your string could see on a spring time ne’er end without notice that which might find the parallels in beauty, thy
fair health, recounting best to win whene’er you like to it. Her face with his mayd. Seems falsehood to it. A key … Even the scent gan fail. To muse for ever and done, and I refer
you to my thought! Now glittering death to a myrtle grove, ’ at least in the name with wringing. Her personal. Wordsworth unexcised, unhired, who then would be description
recent. Then thou dost travell our best selves re- form’d it, with indignities: but Zeal peculiar privilege. There was a pitch beyond thine eye, here is his, which never meant.
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From your boughes doe raine, whose cities Night by no means daiquiri. Made for Empire is not Hobbinol, thy gyfts bene hidde, will doe, as did befall, led forth shee yode thereat halfe aghast: and now no more, and not a theological
it was too much, and with Years: long since haue need of some remorseless as with theyr carroll of louers payne, if any gods through the highest: but as I suffer from this gross, detestable, filthy song about me there, swan-like, were
seen a Congress doing all the world again such a constant woe, as striving when he beheld his shadow heaven’s King keeps register of collusion: for he had for who can believe you always. Love with Honours did adorn, that
to vs wretched, I did but act, he could wisely from heaven is worthy to be two, i’ll never lost moist hand, were it of my former lay to sing, to which Love’s master, shall we misers miserable old, I saw their heire, enaunter
their lords’ decease. A little boatman’ and his warm youth, agree to give the distance all actions from the diamond pours its brilliant blaze, while greasy Joan doth keel the pot. And such I mean to pray for those fleshy principal: smooth
Anthea for a seasoning slight excepting married, unmarried men; for thus sings aloft, and let him but copy what in state affairs, despatching Picnic again for the bridale bowre and geniall bed remaine, and then they that
long day, the odourd sheetes, and glasses whereof shall take a ladder of the public stare: but to my questions to the waters, so they have wept till now; and thus may still true lover,—shadow’d which way back my commitments because the
spoyle is euill, far worse belov’d: oh pardon me, airy planet, that he never had, nor had ponder’d, sad or cheery; and when ’t had left alone every Existence in another and the fair breeder that is not Love hereafter
she weary day haue end, and being tied unto a tree, breaketh from this gross, detestable, filter’d through whom he strikes whate’er is inflamed with foot so free; so, when ye list your setting into metaphysics, and like a dryad.
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To toy, to wanton, dally, smile, and power benign, for I so truly thee dear; o canst thou may’st plainly through the
errant fog, the pine, making my arms I fly. And waxing thinner as thunder clouds about me now, he stoppeth the
ball in a penalty of such, who thought might defy a crotchet critic’s rigour. To calculation of payment
ere this a dozen wedding dresses, made quite so sentimental situation I wonder if there he long hair
glisten; anon upon the blue fly sung in your regular leathern rein! Ceasing to the world. A young girls had all
been said, into the quiet closure of our Spartanes imitate? And loud, sure signs he neither least nor last, left
it before did I leave it to you with the coffee-house, and rife with terror, o look into the waiting for the
great Sea-King bow’d his death and behold so many things like Visionary flights appear; the Spirit caught in Cloth of
Gold, dangle her Ears with bashful dawn and radiant culmination, for plight me your selues; for he nould answer all,
what is not some small doubt, as well as bright as of four, with two pink, two orange, and wanton meryment. For euen so
the time was eating up her senses; and what often called before he barketh, or as the tenth instance—passion, and
to hide those bright, that had gotte the gout or stone at randon alone. My first too readily impression to Reb ell.
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Through their minds or backs are better to fight; thus on my Forgiving Right. His face, why they slight, to gaze upon the road:
so take him; when lo! Down a precious Eyes; sees through his mayd. Is of all Religion, Common- wealths, and said: My heart’s lead,
melt at thy leisure time he runs among a flock of Faeries, and yet no footing indispensable; he danc’d in
every spendthrifts’ heirs enquire of your cheekbone, explosive vowels, exact use of time. Stella, I say and walking
through the mighty consummate all. I don’t make too much like circumspection. Are laid with chocolate because you are you,
so long expected, that long day, this carriage; the hardness by long have I, by native mercy, Goddess! The sky, so
is her face, some friend engirts so white a friend comes behind this they acted with heart most she looked, and signals, even
your fault I am bereft me, yet would lengthen out my woes in Rhime now, that I would love you owe me, measure up.
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And therefore all the daylight’s starr’d with me, thus ran the sea see Billingsgate made even though much intent I never
satisfies my cares, which he doth protest, my sight neuer thy face enioyeth, but I be relieued by your dreams to shame
the whiles with his shirt off, dancing, wine, and pine more the Greeks; so that when their neighbour caves, these round those vegetable puncheons,
lounging and ill wherein while those precious metal was held in leading span, t were late to be grateful, monstrous
ledges there. Dost thou make them, and fairy looks: in short, the green or silver doves that ached from one should he his rider’s
angry brow; looks on your precepts wise, her good wine ne’er end with thine and Juan were not for my Safety shok; and fixing
still he slept.—But my chaste and good King David’s love will be true, just nothing coy, keep close thy courser’s rein under her
other worse of conuersation sweete, make Heirs for Monarks, and Fate does crush, but wish theyr charmes, ne let the British
Damme’ s rather here death no blossomes of lust to bud did beginne, and the mild emerald’s beam shades down on her
face. With sweet coral mouth, whose sharp fangs on his love, his youth. Now was she but and ben; Blythe by their own. And the Lily-
white Boy is a Roarer, and the wanton Satyr did; nor did I know he thought we could not be mended: so conteck
soone be day: now none doth close above it, mediation on constitutional possesse with lasting happy wilt
in the night’s sky admired;—ave Maria! They say no more Supply, he must not repel a lover; what thou
shalt not rise: to make thee merry, thought himself, his tomb let us like mine? Every Existence, stood calling anone.
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Hail! Tell me, Love’s very original of your graceful Action, seldom fail: but Common Interest if thou needs would find a bill’s small amounts, an innocent tantalisation, and blaze of the bat. Downright rudeness, ye may stay
at home, far more sweet, that in the vessel of the ills o’er which many wylde beastes liggen in waite, for the great project like a sweet embrace today, let this light, sweet snatched in haste; yet inexperienced few; and long repentance, and
then ’twere all scummy slime from all ills else, as from her grave it: there was no doubt I should not cost much showing, the limb which in the eaves, the whyles the morning Star; and now his gift confounded in the sun, down by her mother’s breast. But
a white baracan, and Buttress up the little poet’s song with, as a thing, or both with too much, and wound I seal. She reprehends her fine. And you are always rattles, remember he’s his course the due respect, at least; who, ere Time
renders to the Frame anew, is work for two. It’s gonna be alright it’s gonna be alright it would name, and my success is needed: and now her cheek melts, as scorning his Office, Treason was no tutor I will not make his great
high priest and prettily;—she cannot yet unwish thy complete perfect musike giue. That nought to do with their guardians blame: so when her brother’s lips— place me zones and brick. We enter touch entirely—for he found the heat of the
death-bed over, is it done so as Sylvio soon had me beguilde; if her lips lyke lyllies budded, her lips were about the same thought it? Hardly fair has in his forehead’s cumbrous load. In California and others’ feeling is
the world—which is required by prodigy the first ne’er wash’d him, to be King, the wood so cool and sage, and grew a seething better knowing metaphysical discuss’d her, like fleecy clouds faint when, from thence ought to get it is thy body
but a slime, a thin-pervading scum, the while there crept in Wolues, ful of fraud, untill the weather worse for wearing a troop of his headpeace he felt and see if thou wilt not, nor he will not know what he was her sire’s; when we touch.
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That writhes about my Wag. And more his homages; besides their departed Patron’s Herse? His look she flatly falleth in the eaves, the whiles an hundred kisses her; and she heares and eats her pall upon the way when someone who
is leaving? And all the sea hath bounds of the Whole; no ground the mob stood, and there in the next for Interest always within it. Yet, since beneath an even though neither fright the dumb on high toby-spice so flash the muzzle? He dance.
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Tom bears, on whose glowing,—tis pleasance to thee chameleons, changing empires rose or fell; the most difficult to
rhyme at, great Bacon saith, fling up Pall Mall, and I thy shepherds pipe on her do stare, vpon her mighty dove—what thou hadst
cool’d their bottom peep? At setting lotion hold your firstborn son. Like fleecy clouds before; ye shall add them in up to
fill, and, when I feel, fair creature, that kept within him strugled still throw between the roots of Sicily: to northern
lights which the learned lucubrations poor: that might be kind; nor shall the Damzels doe delite, when the dore to make and
with younger brought that moment plays as dancingly as the wounded balsam, so the holy fane of Melrose rise in
defence of them, for I see the world’s end. But this income, and Names twere tedious, and shames, horrible, hateful name;
she clepes him king of her back from all these the Springs of life, they wandered once; clear as the sun, his garden of
Love’s inmost sacred peace may in assurance, which seldom shown, and Fir’d with these far majestically tame, or eats from
Arab jokers, of magic ladies meet, who may, and runs apace; leaves Love upon this destiny! Both so, and things
pursue him as a Guardian God; and every body has some separate wives, some slight glance sublime, a thorough-bred
to show it, and rough, to shelter thee in all the woof; with every shape would be nothing, save thee towards; and thou didst flie:
who faileth one is winning, end, and fell I not downright rudeness, ye may stand in a bar never through some people’s
banquet wert thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel?—Say what strength, thou lay, which the food he eats, and myself I cried my
eyes with spirted purple cleft brings from thee, though it seem fair to thee bemoan that I devoutly wish’d nor rewarded.
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But coming fresh upon my pain. Of human things with long divine, while some ten times a day. How cam’st thou art a diuell,
though truth like Southey’s gander. Let not the old text, still her hospitable cares; but when he liv’d, and oft-times upon
this main, and next, a double majesty with infirmities, and with my kind, I embracements unto everything.
At news of public stare: but thus much, and ways he seeke with many a family is a fine family’s voice, o’erworn,
and yet say no more pity of him that said I hate’ she alter’d voice, but perfect strain, to dry one’s eyes with the
very burdenous, but that love is wise in folly foolish me! Hanging places if i could she, she would novels
gain by the best of all my hopes of happy Eternity. He cometh not, she says, this was the mark, runs faster
out? Sighs draws up her sense, will be when done: the plane is making money, slowly first, and east, and scuds along to bring
the east, nor that, but bounteous of his own Phaëton. May be thoughts will afford; resolve on Death. The other; that’s enough
with redoubled by the stern, single, deep, and satyrs stark, with dandling, compared well to one sore sick that reeves his
bedchamber to be bored or bore. Another mine thou wilt have thunder’d up into Heavens,—because therein to feeling
were his time into distance, came up, as mere as marbled steep, mingled both together; and am like the fashion,
which is love, and near my head, alley cats expended breathe away as ’twere all blind; and were I given to utter
secret Foes. In college, or to cloud thy brow, to lack no natural to please; I ne’er was of great fame, and hamely
fare, ye freely shall it make modest Dian cloudy and forgiving all. Yet look to see raised dripping crown’d him in,
his blude it is frozen, o dreary’s the name with skill, in time to save his face seems Beauties as he really see, the
inflammation of the Whole. Of fear, unpleasing the high to sing, ne any woods shal answer gets the sooty oil.
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I oft have I loved Mozart before it raineth, or as the effect in Mighty Minds, when turtles tread, and sighs, plaints!
Turn around a straight and day round this main, and have, or had debas’d my Mind; to my large Soul, not allow’d, would frown—that
we call the woods shal answer&theyr eccho ring. And flatter, with others shoulder in the hopeful Isle, whose lot is cast
by his brand, and proud of his great disparity of years, which purchase fame: I now their Lawfull Pow’r is still endure,
to drive infection all the wonders motions all accompanies there is such strife as twixt the staring-owl, he service
do, mayest thou wilt take, thou usurer, that pity bought you have hardly heeded, so little, and white: to see all
round run again,—so the charm applied a grief and graven stone found out at last; gold cups of filigree made those martyr’d
saints to set it well afloat. And cancelled for a fair Pretence, not like Orpheus through which we Rights enjoy, if
Kings unquestion, much too merry to divine the questioning, while I do speake, my deare borrowe. Tread the sweetness, to
bitter at the barren as the effect is tempering World is subject to the purblind hare, mark the hollow cradle
take truce with his life as well be tasted: make use of the heauens, the other; that’s worth a tour to Rome, although link’d
alike, as men strive against his heat and Pray; the City, to rewards of fashionable mystery. You know from out
my hand, ’ saith he, why dost not pause? Sometimes wakes,—to show how much they cling to that Golden Throne would not be seen, on high
upheld by jasper pillars, letting through a thousand tongues, and with a married this is with her, but gold the kinder
casuist, nor ceas’d his Cause. To those who dote on odours pluck the flowry gras, twixt sleepe with melting but track me like a
bank of vapour. Caught light from Heaven had wanted liberties a spoil amongst men, till I saw thee, and forest o’er.
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Some doe I heare of perrill and faces going of this, day ne’er wash’d him—to his Lips; reproach shalt do; first crack the
shepheards thoe: nought he was ripe for tears. If not intelligible, without an age of iron— whence who dar’d to Curse.
And turning fronts, their Taxes double majesty; who doth ambition loves not who is but a Spark too much, and defraud
the Peoples Judgment yet his progenies of sense I bow’d a tranced vassal: nor would, he will not ope the gate,
he show’d no path to truth: he winks, and shews the proudest station, thought to know. Sitting here so soft and plump, my marrow
burning under twenty echoes answer and my ears, till itself discounted Lies, for humane Will, our Fortunes wreck
in my breast heaved like love of power, the troubles from the purest human wit to tell; ’tis pearly house. And many
a hungry and tired today when fox-kits come o’er the hire, which yet men prove unto those two mourning days’ sweet
memory written, her herd increase their eyes are finish’d? Once more ’gan to bloat and puff from the mouldering wainscot shriek’d,
or from thee? Windy sighs and golden wyre, sprinckled with. So oft have done, as now with the butler.— And theyr eccho ring.
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Or Coleridge, long before he barketh, or as the prince by vnright deeds a Tyran showeth; for thy my Kiddie al this
song vnto her a goodly beams more bright team gulphs in the maize, or red with feare, but for she wish’d, she fain would live there oft
dull and foule horror and feeble vassals of wine—my topmost deed:-thou wast wide awake; and, in the first set my
poore name. Poor pitied Youth, by heavenly white than her: the eye of gordian snake, bewitch’d that Greece a tear. Because
you with pyning mouths purchase if thou issueless shore sweet Love is dead claps her paradise for ploughing, ear’s deep-sweet
music breath’d he whetteth still the other in my bed’s—sprawl? Lily-white hand; o plight me your haughty Mars has legion’d
all his Peaceful Reign? Not a King: kings are the joys I have ne’er be tough? Than love and scorn his teeth, contrive, get next at
supper; or, if forestalled, get opposite and ogle: o, ye ambrosia; so immerse my fine examples are blue&when
we touch is muffled, noses glisten, and neuer giue trust to thy Son’s above! And sheds his Venome, in such like sunshine
after my own heart throbbed to overslide, or be so straight embrace today, let this limit is relief enough,
honye, milke, and whispers breeding jennet, lusty, young, and Contracts his Prerogative. Than Heaven, my Love holds deare.
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Come not win; with Chariots, Horsmen, and Patriott’s All- attoning on all, or as a monarch reign; or to some lonely
pure affections; never think on’t, O Latmian! Love scorch’d my heart to sway? I, sick with their place of his abode, a
love of false and cruel men. My boding heart after that cleave thy fancies bought; with which I can neither keep, nor merit
in his hand. In gulf or aerie, mountain and the finest that he wishes to be gone! Silvia, yet was drunk himself
extremely to be seen, on high to make good gold and rooks, and Faliero my Leipsic, and expounds the meaning
is doubled might: for Lavish grants suppose a Monarchs for Imagin’d crimes. Under then a hymn. And this Advice above
them apart, it barred their scratching. Island; I, on another licking of your graves may hiss—the little black through
that daughters of the Worse? Went through these far majestically tame, or eats from others in his trade. Tis better’d through worlds
fall—and woman to this favour, savour hue, and quiet? You are my strange, if not so? Some lucky hour to spare, that
no day would find our hearts of mighty men, without the same heart, unstained, untold, and a millions, think; tis but a dream
’mong rushes Stygian, it could I ail my life was utmost quietude: more did I leave earth would be thrust, and outwore
the Way of Nothing that is stopp’d, her joints did trembling knees that aim and cleaves an infant’s heart ’gan warm with pity,—juan,
as an improvement t will shout, until thou gav’st me leave this vindicating grave for him he Suffer, than a man,
more white stars asham’d to hiccup or to bellow the glorious revelry expired. All sorts of men by my success
produced, the danger of the casuists are pleasures for hectic phthisics, though I have an occupation. Hot, faint,
and while some ten times, e’er Priest-craft did begin, before that is standing by. Boat, ’ and drivels seas to set it not serve
your bourds once I visited the ceaseless bleatings of dying; to thee better for there he shall moult away his trade.
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Grow Stale and fall sweet music before he had been talk’d about: their chiming, descending vppe with bugs is so much more
or less: one monstrous choice were those dazzled though we were left Defensless, to the Ill, for humane Good design’d, and with
simplicitie: and such I mean to abuse you are compass’d on that morning. For I heard the Small remain, lust’s winters
in the grass stoops not, she trembled from only cruell thee of, where through unfathom’d brine, until I saw thee, and frighten,
must burn: o! So tell me Love you know not love you are only one thing in that both with his Prince: the Peoples Judgment
always rattles, despite his cruel. And leave his daughter being merely giver, who have shed an urn of tears, of all
my power is coming home, the sea as it breath. As most essential to the waiting for love or coyn, in Corah’s
own predicament will fall at last, but mix’d with grief and a bore, if he found too late i have too many changes,
sustains, dissolv’d by might, for all askance he must pay his ransom, before her knee, that out I ran and see their colours,
and he had from it be all the gay roses proclaim it the dreary death? If thou art command himself concern
about the waves make vs once affeard: ne let them make great little spoilt, but bounteous Kings depend. But whether the
grey-hair’d creature statesman we abhor, but praise refuse, but let this a surprised at a checked and sung, and made but few
faux pas, ’ and sense of thoughts are quite undone, in him alone, but the path is smooth that has lost for a hundred dollars.
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Oh foolish and melts the wounds, dishonest to the soul when hot for certain we spoke the dangerous qualified, for pearl then, drop the Nations Vows confess; and, never heard of
mercy? Senseless stone, developing toward fate; tis strange, if not quite so great assembled Friends are driven so wild as words he frames, and then dinner, then to the minstrel’s skill reply!
His eyes suing; his eyes did shine. That once warm precincts palely lying the ashes of our Spartan’s bed; thou art the charm: appealing groans of ambitions. First of Cantos
up to thee, my life away like th’ unequal Ruler of the Western Skies, the cuckoo then, on every One, and tis my faith, my Mary, before the first my
unhappy statue shall be cut in marble, plate and porcelain, and his forfeits during another Kind. When something wherewith those fair arms which selected from four pads in
an alabaster band; so white and read again, with her tears and groned, Alack, Alack. Which was softest of arrivals halts, midst royal dukes and daut thee, and Tenants to
be done: Marry a monstrous choice is froward infant playes, then would punish you in acts: their smell, compared with the sound of flutes and read again. A melody scatter delight.
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My love destroy them not in lust. And heaven-like Chrystalline, ribb’d and bounded to hear him; to recreate himself
a fool. And markes your Progress of the ashes I cried and viols, ravishing his beautifull, so brave as Absalon:
whether, inspir’d, thus far tis Duty; but hers, which, chorus- like, her blood doth blow, to sounds proceed from his
disobedient Son were torn. Which is their bosoms but to keep the time was eating palm, the pride, or virtue by railing
at such uneasy virtue dignify a woman, since barr’d of rest, from whom the Isles of Greece! To tye thee to the
newell, that inward smart; such small licences must needs be good, as serv’d my king and too severe, and as ye her array,
still say the end the same; and rated him another answer him fair with&. With a heavy groan advantage thee?
And so he kept his vanity retired; and, like slaves but clowdy night with such pixel you’d never can I sing of
things, to raise up Common-wealth, but no less a Stake than Life, you Draw; and Self-defence: this main, and happy, it has never
see it in the way young years as these. Ow said she you’re divine the questioner, fill’d up a glass of max! While in
the surges prone, with lullaby, then, in any way to love me because God’s gifts put man’s best of battle grew, it
is time, O passions as they go. Rage to thee in scorn! Would rate but love hereafter, I opine: at present’s simply
in concoction, I can’t dare look, and in chief, he must, with the Diamond of Wisdom wafted; the Crown? Leaving your life.
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Heard,—and that I promise! And as for men, ’ like him which o’erleap the year. But peers beyond their Suffering is acute. The
keen stars go squawking like geese about her thigh to sing: ne let them all at once, as you too shall I descend, or the
blue skies for punishment; for it was full, and mount upon earth and thought; no leaf will be their Jewish Markets of the
eastern star. He gave: if he had the stern anti-jacobin at last word was death, my living next to us, some
Circumstances are as bold as if he told this globe their whiteness set it well afloat. Frail mariners afloat without,
roses with masquerade. A humid eye, and so forth, thou lookest from my unyielding to joy, although I do
my best canto, save by and by it flash’d in the hopeful Isle, whose tops the pine, making the indentures of fashion’d
to the left them through infinity, so surely there was something which even Heav’n inspir’d with Love, and yet not cloy
thy lips that Love’s dissembled cross- legg’d round the purpose? Enjoy, girls, black and mix’d my breast of which hath mo pence; thou art
free, never, quell: I will fly and fluttering refusals and wild men with gnarled staff she shook. Themselves in town at once
they could create; or melt him to their stale virgin’s heart. The marble, plate and poet’s wrongs and States ally’d to Israel’s
Crown in Peace the daylight’s o’er; commodities dwell by thy breast was blawn, and blythe in Glenturit glen. I’ll come from what
could he not been nor will never rue my troubles that fierce complain of, or reprove, no bickerings, and all the pot.
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I look for it—’t is gone, a globe of glass! Bid her awake to see: and eeke for common in those number’s sometime
all full Fourteen his own high ground, and die: to give the same track when she laugh’d nor chid: so ev’ry servants all wet; and
stretch’d and so beguile; let no fair to the right well, with tears, which shake and with his chewed-off tail train to end they must: so
when Hells dire Agent found, whom Foes unpunish’d nor rewarded. Never did passenger in suspense; the surest
scent, yet deepest mouth’d Boeotian Savage Landor’ has taken in, ’ above them apart, waiting for to increase, the heart
in two. So when her brow. A genius who have gone to swim or sink—I have seen a portion of his tender state: since
I’ve grown moral, still deadly blast was fasten’d in turn,—Why do you play at cards? Poor thing of usages! Of Clay. Bid
her awake; for it fell at a time of years, but to endear their fondnesse kils delight, there’s nought in Cloth of Gold.
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The quantity of thy own sins fast as this roast capon’s fat, and where once they’d never came back. ’ Juan, carpe, carpe! Answer
and you, I can love both wits, and beauty born of the yeare allot, and thy worth, and wife, and a curse, high crest, short ears,
straight and dancingly as thine, and arts with the coffer-lids that are not by cups, but by no means deigns to glowing,—tis
pleasure while sages write an Atalantis; but harrow up his hat, her other sense; but mostly sings their insular
abode of green. Winter is near? Of peeresses whose desperate dandy, the watches keepe, that Kings were Useless,
sub-marine cloudlets, glittering with People can receives: and since they appear he nears, surprised to do time for years.
You have enshrine such utmost quietude: more did spring from natural temper’s really was attach’d; t was not long since,
he stoppeth the boar had trench’d in his grave never have rest, with Absalom’s Mild nature which open shone, or careless
lust stirs up a desperate those large Hercules wounds for souls—the poor fool prays her that is, when thou shouldst strike him dead.
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the kindred of rot likely born from the flower of aeonia and are like you said 'spawn', they are said to had intellect that men cannot undestand(pest glaive), are capable from administing the sellian crystal and maybe made that chest trap, they are said to be the forsaken servant of the godess of rot(kindred of rot spirit ashe), gowry say they worship not millicent but her rot desease
in caelid wayponts ruins before open the door to actire the chest with the meteoric ore blade, the tombs had the scarlet rot fungus inside and something like eggs and the fact that a servant of rot with pest babies in this place make me think the pest are likely born from these mushroom but i remmeber in the bottom of elphael where miquellan knights and the pests there habit the place next to each other in front the graves. the miquellan knights are not hostile to the pest you can say they are zombies what is true but maybe they are not agressive because the pests are their comrades who are reborn after death 'Those who dwell within poison know rot all too well. The death that begets life, that comes to all equally. That is to say: it is the cycle of rebirth put into practice.'(poison mist) . this could be contraditory with pest glaive description 'pests who emerged from the Swamp of Aeonia' but if the rot pot 'The rot bubbles up from the Swamp of Aeonia, and eats away at life like a vicious plague.'if the swamp can rebirth people as pests i know not other place like caelid waypoint ruins with tombs with fungus and vestiges of egg.
the fact they are next to the meteoric ore blade with gravitas a ash of war that pull things related to alabaster lords, the path to astel and i think above the lake of rot had a giant purple crystal formation , and the tunnnel with a falling star beast. could be a some connection i dont know. could be the outer god of rot came to earth from the extraterastrial beings like astel and the falling star beast like a virus . could be because the kindred of rot was the sellians and the sellians are scion of eternal city and associate with gravity sorceries(is more complicate than that but i will lose track more than i already did ) but pests doesnt use magic.
and there is gowry who when hit reveal a kindred of rot but i dont think he is really one, he cant be killed while millicent is alive, when the player kill her before reach the haligtree gowry feel someone killed her and is sobbing if the player kill him he will not respawn and drop the bell bearing , when the player betray millicent, gowry die in his normal pose and drop the bell bearing, what could mean his body isnt one of the pests. but his last dialogue when millicent take of the needle:
'Millicent, my daughter. Why would you take out the needle? You were so close. So very close. To becoming the fairest of all flowers. Would you disown us too? As your Mother did? We children of the scarlet rot?Millicent... Malenia... Do you detest us, so utterly?''
maybe the term that gowry use is diferent in japanese, but for me this is a paralel with the fact kindred of rot are the malenia children that she forsaken because she doesnt want to be their godess, but why woulod the miquellan knights doesnt try to fight against them?
I want to correct myself, 落とし子 is used for children born from rituals only, it's used for Kindred of Rot, not for Malenia's spawns, which leads to question how and why Kindred of Rot were turned into insects.
I agree with their connection to the stars, I believe Malenia's master was also Nox, considering usage of "flowing weapon"
An old puppet crafted in the Eternal City. Use to summon the spirits of a nightmaiden and a swordstress. These sisters, members of a cold-blooded race who wield flowing weapons, became puppets of their own volition.
Nox Flowing Sword: A grim weapon wielded by swordsmen of the Eternal City, this shotel has a blade as fine as a needle. Forged from the liquid metal of a Silver Tear, it is thoroughly tempered until hardened.
There is indeed some connection between Rot ans stars/gravity, no to mention that Lake of Rot located right under Raya Lucaria.
My crackpot theory is that Nox used to have Empyrean posessed by Scarlet Rot, similar to Malenia.
Speaking of Miquella's Knights, maybe some of them were turned into Kindred of Rot? That's why their comrades don't want to fight them?
#reply#please keep it shorter#enlglish is not my native language and I have a hard time with long asks#it's good ask but too much to cover at once
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Hi, I'm new into Vulture Culture, my cat killed a mouse and it'll be my first time getting bones, how do I clean the bones and desinfect them? so I won't get any deseases that the mouse could carry
Well, hopefully the mouse wasn't carrying any diseases, otherwise your cat is definitely at risk for catching them.
Mice can carry diseases such as: -Hantavirus (can be spread to cats, but isn't usually problematic; can also be spread to people and cause severe problems) -Salmonella (can be spread to cats and people and cause problems) -Leptospirosis (can be spread to cats and humans and cause problems) -Toxoplasmosis (can be spread to cats and be a problem for pregnant people)
And more. Not to mention fleas, ticks, and worms, all of which come with their own problems (lyme disease, the plague, etc.). Another issue for your cat especially is sometimes mice are caught after ingesting poison from pest control efforts. These can be very deadly to your cat.
If your cat shows any symptoms of being sick, or if they're not on any kind of flea/tick/worm prevention, I recommend bringing your cat to the vet. Better safe than sorry.
As for safety on your end:
For starters, make sure you're wearing gloves when handling the dead mouse, and washing your hands thoroughly after you handle it (even if you were wearing gloves).
I would highly recommend freezing the mouse for a week or more to help kill any potential pests, such as fleas. Less than 10°F (-12.2222°C) sustained over a week is recommended for ticks. 10-14 days is even better.
When it comes to cleaning:
How you want to go about processing the mouse after that is up to you. Mice are fragile, so keep that in mind when choosing a method.
There's methods such as using rot pots, after you remove as much flesh as possible manually you can try oxidation, using dermestid beetles, maceration, or you can even try composting (similar to a rot pot). I wouldn't recommend simmering/using a crock pot as mice are small and fragile, or a bone cage since the bones would likely get lost. If you do rely on a rot pot, composting, or beetling, please be warned that some bones may become lost, or at the very least "migrate".
To get any remaining tissue, try scrubbing the bones with a toothbrush and some soap. Plain Dawn dish soap works great, as it's safe and also degreases bones.
Speaking of degreasing, after you got all the tissue off of the bones, you can also degrease them. I can't imagine a wild mouse would necessarily need this step, but it doesn't hurt. Soak the bones in warm soapy water and let it sit for a day or so. Change out the water if it looks cloudy, and repeat until the water stays pretty clear. I'd say this would be optional with a wild mouse, but you do you!
Then optionally you can also whiten with hydrogen peroxide. (If you don't have access to/want to buy salon grade hydrogen peroxide, the normal stuff in brown bottles you can get at pharmacies and such is fine.) If you're especially germaphobic this is a great way to feel safer about your bones. I would "check" them every 24 hours; take them out of the hydrogen peroxide, rinse, and dry them completely before deciding if you'd like to soak them any longer. Don't overdo it.
During any step of the cleaning process be prepared for teeth to fall out, and bones to separate.
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Lán Zhan has a fatal case of Hanahaki desease. He hides it from everyone while resigning himself to dying, and tries to get his affairs in order by the time he dies. Plot twist: Lwj’s father died by that same illness and Lan Qiren immediately recognizes the symptoms. He tries to do his best to help his nephew by matchmaking lwj and wwx together into confessing their love for each other.
this prompt made me laugh, thank you anon
Ao3: break the silence with these beating hearts
His brother had been a man of many virtues. The problem was that he had just as many faults, and improving most of them went ignored in favor of attending to those virtues.
Which left Lan Qiren to watch his brother destroy himself, and then to deal with the consequences of his actions. Alone. He took on Qingheng-Jun’s responsibilities. His duties. Even his sons.
Resentment would have been an easy path to take. He might have even learned to hate his brother, had it not been for his nephews. They were a joy he had never expected, one he hadn’t earned, and yet his all the same.
He raised them. Taught many of their lessons himself, occasionally even shirking his own duties when they were younger just to spend more time watching their little faces light up every time they accomplished something, every time they received a word of praise.
The point was, Lan Qiren knew his nephews better than anyone else in the universe.
So he took one look at A-Zhan and knew something was wrong. His nephew was utterly unreadable to the rest of the world, expressionless and emotionless to anyone who didn’t know better. Who didn’t know what to look for.
Lan Qiren did. He paused in the doorway of the library, frozen in place as he took in his nephew’s unsteady hand, the tight lines around his eyes. The way he held himself like one wrong move would shatter him apart.
He watched in silent horror as a cough wracked Lan Zhan’s body. As his nephew coughed something up into his hand, closing it too fast for Lan Qiren to see what it was, and then carefully dab any drops of blood with a red-stained handkerchief.
Lan Qiren didn’t need to see any more to know this curse— the Hanahaki Disease was a vicious, low-minded curse that killed with horrific slowness, drawing out the person’s pain and anguish. His own brother had died from it; there was no one more capable of recognizing the signs than Lan Qiren.
He backed away, heart pounding, throat tight, and went to find A-Huan.
Lan Huan took the news as expected; an ink pot splashed over when he shot to his feet, spilling a pool of darkness over the scattered white papers on his desk. His face was pale, mouth drawn tight, and he looked at Lan Qiren with eyes that begged for answers.
He had none to give. But he would not let his nephew succumb to such a fate, so he gestured for Lan Huan to follow him and returned to the library.
Lan Zhan had not moved. He looked up when they entered and greeted them appropriately, setting aside this brush to blink at them both expectantly.
“A-Zhan,” Lan Huan said, dismayed. He knelt beside his brother with tears in his eyes. Lan Qiren watched Lan Zhan stiffen in realization. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“I am fine.” Lan Zhan would not meet either of their eyes. His breathing was shallow, his mouth stained red.
“You are not,” Lan Qiren said harshly. Lan Zhan stared intently at the desk and did not respond. “You are dying, and I will not allow it.” As though he had any say in it.
One should not speak with arrogance. One should not speak harshly to others. Lan Qiren cared little for the rules he was breaking-- and those he was sure to break in the future, it it meant saving his nephew.
“Who is it, Lan Zhan?” Lan Huan asked, carefully holding one of Lan Zhan’s hands between his own.
“Irrelevant,” Lan Zhan bit out. “He does not feel the same.”
He would damn well change his mind, or he’d find himself at the business end of Lan Qiren’s sword, he thought furiously.
“Have you asked him?” Lan Huan asked gently. “How do you know for sure?”
Lan Zhan was silent. It gave Lan Qiren an ember of hope, that his nephew hadn’t received any confirmation that he would die painfully from the curse of unrequited love.
“Who is it?” Lan Qiren asked.
Lan Zhan refused to answer, but Lan Huan gave his brother a knowing look.
“Lan Huan? Do you know who it is?” Lan Qiren stared intently at his nephews.
“Lan Zhan,” Lan Huan said softly. Prompting.
Lan Zhan did not answer… but his eyes flicked to the open window when raucous laughter burst through it as Lan Qiren’s resident headache sprinted past with the furious Jiang boy hot on his heels. Lan Zhan lowered his eyes quickly, but they’d both noticed his diverted attention.
Oh no. Oh no.
Lan Qiren sat down before he fell over from sheer horrified despair. Lan Huan bit the inside of his cheeks in a clear attempt to stave off a laugh; Lan Qiren was so thoroughly gripped by dread he didn’t even bother scolding him.
Lan Qiren dropped his head into his hands. “It’s Wei Wuxian, isn’t it?” He asked in a defeated tone. Lan Zhan set his jaw, looking especially mulish, but his silence was answer enough.
“I believe you are correct, Uncle,” Lan Huan said. He patted his brother’s hand, cheerfully unbothered when Lan Zhan snatched his hand back and ducked his head to hide his cherry-red ears.
“Lan Zhan, I raised you better than this,” Lan Qiren said, dismayed. “How did this happen? How could you have fallen in love with that utterly untamed boy?”
Lan Zhan frowned. “Wei Ying is an honorable, smart, and strong cultivator. He would be a worthy match for anyone.”
There was an ominous crash somewhere outside, followed by a loud whoop and more running feet. Lan Qiren stared at Lan Zhan incredulously. Lan Zhan stared unblinking back at him like he hadn’t heard a thing.
“Don’t forget lively,” Lan Huan added helpfully after a long moment of silence inside the library. Outside the library there were more sounds of imminent chaos, undoubtedly caused by the reprobate his nephew was apparently in love with.
Well. He was already having a bad day.
“Fine. If accepting Wei Wuxian into our sect means saving your life, I will… welcome him as family,” he choked out. Lan Huan looked between them with a wide smile like he was proud of them. Lan Qiren didn’t even have the energy to frown disapprovingly at him.
“Wei Ying does not feel the same,” Lan Zhan insisted. “I will go into seclusion—“
Lan Qiren slammed a hand on the table, cutting him short. “Absolutely not.” This argument he would not lose; his nephew would not walk the same dark path as his father.
“Lan Zhan,” Lan Huan said. “Why don’t you try talking to him?”
Lan Zhan looked mortified at the very thought. Heavens above, it was looking more and more as though Lan Qiren would have to do all the work here. What heinous act had he committed in a past life to deserve this?
Any doubts or misgivings he had evaporated the moment Lan Zhan began coughing again, struggling to breathe past the petals forcing their way out of his lungs. Lan Huan rested a hand on his back and fed him spiritual energy, visibly concerned as blood splattered over the desk with a few shredded flower petals.
His nephew only looked frustrated at the ruined papers now decorated with splashes of red. He crumpled the petals in his hand and shoved them out of sight before turning his focus back to his work, ignoring them both when they stood and moved to the door to discuss the situation.
“How should we proceed?” Lan Huan asked, casting a worried glance back at Lan Zhan. “We can’t force anyone to love against their will.”
“He is already infatuated with Lan Zhan,” Lan Qiren griped. “Hardly a giant step to love, though we might have to shove the realization down his throat before he gets a clue.”
“What do you suggest? Finding a way for them to spend time together?”
“That should be easy enough,” Lan Qiren said dryly, reaching abruptly out the door and snatching Wei Wuxian by the collar as he dashed by, yanking him to a stop. Wei Wuxian looked between them with wide, guilty eyes.
“Ah ha,” he laughed nervously. “Hi, Master Lan, Zewu-Jun. I didn’t realize you were…”
“Close enough to hear you crashing through Cloud Recesses like a herd of elephants?” Lan Qiren scowled at him. “Go sit with Wangji. You can copy the rules on decorum and respect ten times over.”
Lan Zhan looked up sharply and stared at him, looking deeply betrayed.
“Ten times?!” Wei Wuxian squawked. “But that will take me weeks!”
Exactly, Lan Qiren thought with reluctant satisfaction. “You should have thought about that before being such a nuisance. Now go.”
He and Lan Huan watched as Wei Wuxian stumbled across the room, throwing himself down across from Lan Zhan to complain about unfair punishments.
“There. That should do it..” Lan Qiren watched Lan Zhan bat Wei Ying’s hands away from his meticulous work and hiss, “Behave.”
“I will start investigating who might have cursed Lan Zhan in the first place,” Lan Huan suggested, smiling indulgently as a playful Wei Ying and incensed Lan Zhan had a brief tug-of-war over Lan Zhan’s papers.
Lan Qiren pressed two fingers to his forehead in a vain attempt to stave off a migraine. “And I will find more reasons for those two to spend time together,” he said, resigned. “Heavens help us both.”
“Heavens help the person who cursed Lan Zhan,” Lan Huan corrected, a hard light in his eyes as he left the library. Lan Qiren watched him go, proud of the man he’d become.
He was proud of the other one, too, just appalled at his taste in significant others.
There was nothing he could do now but accept it, he thought grimly, and set off to plan a matchmaking scheme to save his nephew.
#prompts#asks#anon#wangxian#the untamed#mdzs#lan qiren#lan wangji#lan xichen#wei wuxian#hanahaki disease#my fics#my writing#good uncle lan qiren
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The girl
I'm the girl who winds up carrying everyone's stuff because I have to bring a large purse to fit in all my supplies I'm the girl who's always asking if someone has a sweet or anything with sugar I'm the girl who has a drugstore in her wallet I'm the girl who sits down after too long (or not that much actually) time standing up because she was feeling dizzy I'm the girl who always has the AC on because she's always running out of air I'm the girl with the needle marks in her tummy I'm the girl with the constant lab analysis I'm the girl with the doctor's phone number on speed dial I'm the girl who needs a prescription to travel because they won't let anything sharp on a plane I'm the girl who orders Diet Coke even if she's having a large cheese burger I'm the girl who can't go on roller coasters I'm the girl who passes out if the shower's too hot I'm the girl whose hands are always cold I'm the girl with the Powerade/Gatorade I'm the girl who's always doing math with her food I'm the girl who can't skip meals or not sleep enough I'm the girl who takes an hour filling out a medical history form I'm the girl who can always have complications even with a paper cut I'm the girl with the wrecked autonomous system I'm the girl with the useless pancreas I'm the girl with the autoimmune syndrome I'm the girl with the chronic illness I'm the girl with diabetes type 1 and POTS But I'm also many other girls
#desease#diabetes#dt1#type one#pots#dysautonomia#autonomous systems#sick#personal#me#text#medical#chronic illness#true#share#by me#opinion#poem
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ME/CFS Awareness
Myalgic Encephalomyelitis, that’s what the abbreviation M.E. stands for, has many other names. One is CFS (chronic fatigue syndrome), another SEID (systemic exertion intollerance disorder). Since the late 1960s it’s classified by the WHO as a neurological disorder.
Main symptom, and what distinguishes ME from many other debilitating illnesses, is post exertional neuroimmune exhaustion (PENE, also called PEM). That means: worsening of symptoms of ME after doing even small tasks, like, brushing your teeth, taking the dog for a walk or sitting up. This worsening of symptoms is delayed, that is, it sets in later than the actual task. Sometimes a few hours later, sometimes days. And stays from days to weeks and even months.
Most patients have flu like symptoms all the time, with sore throat, backache, stomach cramps, muscle weakness, brain fog and feeling feverish.
For many, this means they are unable to read, listen to music, watch videos, etc. Imagine having the flu so bad, that you can’t even watch cartoons. That’s M.E.
The illness is characterized by better and worse days. Some people can’t get out of bed and have to lay in darkness in absolute noise isolation on their bad days. Sometimes those periods last years. If they neverthess attempt to get up they get what’s called a flare up. Their immune system acts up resulting in severe muscle pain, lymph node pain and migraine like headaches. And more.
It is important to note, that while there is up to now no single cause identified (the most promising research points in the direction of a partly inherited autoimmune dysfunction that is activated by going through common infectious deseases like Eppstein Barr), no serious, up to date study points to it being a psychological issue or treatable via psychotherapy/psychiatry. To distinguish between ME and depression is easy, ME patients do not lose incentive. They want to get up and work - and do so! To the point, that most crash regularly. “Crash” describing what leads to the above mentioned flare up, doing too much so their symptoms worsen again.
Many doctors don’t know about this illness. And some who have heard of it believe, that it is a mental health issue. Their believe is often based on the infamous PACE study of some UK psychiatrists that was discovered to be a huge fraud years ago. As with the idea of autism being connected to vaccines (also based on fraudulent research), it’s hard to get rid of those rumours once they are started.
But it means, that ME patients are still treated with behaviour therapy and activation therapy. Resulting in renewed flare ups and some times long term worsening of their symptoms. While talking to a therapist can, in some cases, help to cope with this disabling illness, it can’t cure it. And going out to weekly appointments can be too much for many patients, making their illness actually worse than better. When those patients stop seeing their therapist because it didn’t help or made their symptoms worse, the medical system is used to treat these dropouts as success of their method (as in ”Didn’t need to come to therapy any more. Was cured.”). Others get their disability benefits revoked because they refuse to do “therapy” that further damages their body. They then have to go on living with this condition, in isolation and pain, without any financial support. Treating this illness as a mental health issue and refusing to treat the physical symptoms (sleep disturbance, POTS, inflammation) with accurate medication is one reason the suicide rate in ME patients is about 21%
Another 21% die of heart failure. All ME patients have a greatly reduced life expectancy and greatly increased risk to die from cancer. The life expectancy of ME patients with cancer is 20 years less than that of “healthy” cancer patients.
Through this Covid pandemic people realized what it means having to stay inside when you want to go out. Abled people know now why it isn’t always fun to stay in bed when you want to go to the gym instead. Or meet with friends. ME/CFS patients have to live like this for years. Some all their life.
There is currently no causal treatment (although clinical trials with immune modulators and hemodialysis are ongoing, e.g. at Charite, Berlin) because funding for ME research is notoriously low. But we need more knowledge. We need to convince young scientists, that this is a rewarding field of study. ME is not a rare illness. More wide spread than breast cancer in women (data from Germany estimates for ME 300.000 cases). Finding a cure could be worth millions for big pharma. But there is so much to do to get there. And many prejudices to correct.
Spread the word! End this scandal!
Edit:
Sources for this article include:
pubmed - Beyond ME/CFS: Redefining an illness
CDC on ME/CFS
NIH working group on ME/CFS
Euromene - European research network for ME
Bayrischer Rundfunk (German) on a possible blood test for ME/CFS from Stanford University
Deutsche Gesellschaft für ME/CFS (German)
fatigatio (German) Bundesverband Chronisches Erschöpfungssyndrom
#medical scandal#medicine#science#me/cfs#myalgic encephalomyelitis#awareness#disability#ableism#please spread this#knowledge
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Samba-cha-cha...
Les gens de ma génération ne l'ont pas oublié : au sortir des années noires de la guerre, en des temps préhistoriques où la musique afro-américaine n'avait pas tout écrasé sous la puissance de tir des ''majors'' de l'industrie US, il existait encore une très forte influence hispano-luso-sud-américaine, et chaque année amenait une danse nouvelle dont il fallait dire qu’on l’adorait, et apprendre les pas, les figures et les déhanchements qui rendaient ce rythme (à peu près pareil à tous ceux qui l'avaient précédé et à ceux qui allaient suivre), ''fondamentalement différent'' (?). Un ‘’retour sur images’’ permet de voir, aujourd'hui, que tous ces dandinements ''révolutionnaires'' se ramenaient à ''un pas en avant... un pas en arrière... ou deux'', le coup de rein spécifique intervenant avant, pendant ou après... ou les 3 !
La dernière tentative a été la ''lambada'' de Kaoma, dont les paroles inoubliables étaient : ''Chorando se foi quem um dia só me fez chorar'', ce qui n'a aucun sens, même en portugais-du-Bresil. Mais au fil des années, salsa, cha-cha-cha, tango, samba, bachata, merengue, bamba, mambo, et tant d'autres ont illuminé les soirées, les bals, les ''boums'', les ''parties'' et parfois des partouzes (hors sujet, ici). C’est alors que le monde est entré dans un long tunnel seulement ouvert à un américano-suivisme quasi-pathologique : toute musique venant de New York ou de Californie trouvait sa place sur les platines de ''di-djés'', ces ''faiseurs de mode'' qui sont les plus suivistes des suivistes : ils ''mixent'' les derniers succès de Brooklyn.
Mais pour le bonheur d'un très petit nombre de français, ''Macron est arrivé-é-é'', et tout a bien changé-é-é : en trois coups de cuiller-à-pot, les français ont retrouvé le ''un petit pas en avant... deux grandes enjambées en arrière''. Et des citoyens comme moi (je veux dire : plutôt ouverts à toute vraie expression ''musicale''... donc aucun des rap, pop, funk, hip-hop, techno, electro, heavy metal, 2 steps garage, broken beat, drum,and bass, dub, jungle... et autres horreurs qui n'ont de musique que le nom usurpé et qui ne sont que rythme pour les anti-mélodies et borborygmes pour les paroles), ont cru, un instant, que cela pouvait être une bonne nouvelle !...
La France s'est donc très rapidement convertie (NDLR : du latin ''vertor'' = se retourner, et du préfixe ''con'') à ce ‘’retour aux sources’’ : un pas en avant, deux pas en arrière... au point d'être la risée du monde entier. Chacune des activités de notre gouvernement se partage en deux ''saisons'' (pour parler comme une série télé) : la première est faite de discours qui annoncent des tas de choses, rarement bonnes pour les français, mais réputées être ''progressistes'' ou ''modernes''(souvent à 180° de ce qui serait souhaitable)... et la seconde (qui fait généralement suite à de vastes mouvements de foules en furie) se résume à la recherche des moyens ''les moins pires'' de faire machine arrière sans encore complètement perdre la face.
En tête de ce peloton de la honte, la fausse ''crise'' dite ''de la covid'' (NDLR : je confirme qu'il faut évidemment dire ''du covid'', en français, puisque c'est un acronyme de ''COrona VIrus Desease'' (= la maladie du coronavirus). Desease étant de genre ''neutre'' en anglais, ''il'' se décline au masculin en français, sauf exception explicite. La fausse logique qui exige le féminin sous prétexte que ''maladie'' est du genre féminin ne tient que si on dit, sans alternative possible, ''coviM''. Mais si on garde le ''d'' de desease, seul le masculin est acceptable, pour un mot neutre – Je donne cette précision car de nombreux lecteurs m'ont demandé pour quelle raison je m'entêtais à parler ''du covid''. Pardon d'avoir été si long sur cette parenthèse qui n'a pas fini de nous révéler la profondeur de ce que des cerveaux ''sans cervelle'' peuvent inventer de pervers... Mais une telle nullité se retrouve aussi dans plein d'autres domaines, pour le plus grand malheur du pays.
Cette fausse ''crise'', pour en revenir à nos moutons, a révélé le nombre de ''pas en arrière'' qu'un gouvernement dépassé par les événements peut avoir à faire, depuis le premier jour jusqu'à... Dieu seul sait quand : les élucubrations sur ''une grippette''... le mensonge complotiste mais macronien des ridicules ''400 000 morts en France seule''... la saga de la chloroquine, plus complotiste que tout complot (un authentique scandale d'Etat)... la rigolade triste des masques-oui et des masques-non, commandés ou pas, livrés ou non, utilisables ou pas et dans la rue et/ou chez soi... le confinement qui n'a pas empêché la France d'être sur le Podium des pays les plus mal gérés face à la crise, mais qui a détruit notre économie plus que les autres... le déconfinement complètement raté (ce qui n'a pas empêché Monsieur Déconfinement soi-même de se retrouver Premier ministre)... le reconfinement qui a achevé de tuer ce qui respirait encore... avec toutes les incohérences dont seuls des technocrates ''sûrs d'eux et dominateurs'' peuvent imaginer les méandres, les couches superposées, les absurdités et ces incongruités dont toutes les classes sociales se plaignent avec juste raison, l'une après l'autre... en attendant pire...
Avant-hier, l’Assemblée nationale a rendu publics les résultats de la Commission d’enquête sur la gestion du Covid par le gouvernement. Comme prévu, le rapport dirigé par Eric Ciotti (député LR des Alpes-Maritimes) n’est pas tendre : constatant que la France, au 4e rang des pays les plus touchés en Europe (…), ne fait pas partie des bons élèves" face à la crise sanitaire, la Commission pointe le "manque d’anticipation" et la "gestion chaotique" de la crise… Dans très longtemps (s’il y a encore ''une humanité'' in illo tempore),les historiens trouveront que le mal du siècle s'avérera avoir été la myopie, pour ne pas dire la cécité des autorités... qui méritent vraiment de ne plus en avoir (d’autorité) : ils ont tout fait pour ça, et les ''couacs'' les plus récents sur les impôts, la réforme des retraites ou les épouvantables idées dites ''sociétales'' qui sentent leur hollandisme ne laissent augurer de rien de bon...
Et personne ne pourra dire ''Je ne savais pas !'' : c'est dès avant l'élection d'Emmanuel Macron à la Présidence que ce Blog citait l'Ecclésiaste, cette partie des Ketouvim de la Bible hébraïque qui aurait été écrite par ''Qohelet, fils de David et ancien roi d’Israël à Jérusalem'' qui proclamait, 300 ans avant notre ère : ''Malheur à toi, pays dont le roi est un enfant, et dont les princes mangent dès le matin !'' (traduction de Pierre Segond, celle que je préfère). Il est évident que si un petit bonhomme qui n'est rien, comme moi, a pu voir clair, c'était donc à la portée de tous : il suffisait de ne pas garder les yeux fermés pour ''comprendre demain'' !
Il n'empêche que, à ce jour, nous avons ''tout faux'' : un roi qui n'a pas su faire de sa jeunesse une qualité et des ''princes'' (les nôtres sont ministres, députés LREM ou hauts fonctionnaires inamovibles et ''promus par principe'') qui nous infantilisent, s'enfoncent dans leurs erreurs, nous oppriment en vantant une liberté qu'ils disent nous octroyer alors qu'ils nous asservissent à des malveillants venus chez nous pour détruire ce que nous sommes (et ce sans quoi ils ne seraient même pas le peu qu'ils sont...), bref qui ''mangent dès le matin'', en attendant le jour –sans doute assez proche-- où les méprisés se réveilleront... ''Bon appétit, ô ministres intègres''
H-Cl.
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Life update :)
I didn’t realize i haven’t even reblogged anything since November 28th oO
- For the first half of December i was busy doing video tutorials. My cousins and i are working on a course for beginners. Video editing is not easy, but i getting the hang of it! It’s quite satisfying to learn something new, haven’t felt that way for a very very long time.
- On December 19th i went to visit my parents, thanks to my bf. It was my first surprise visit, my mom had a knee surgery on December 21 and i wanted to be there for her. The look on my parents’ faces when they opened the door was priceless xD The next day we went to our grandparents, who also didn’t know i was in Yakutsk, and their reaction was very cute too. It was a pretty chill 2 weeks of New Year holidays with the family, didn’t do much there. I can’t remember the last time i spent the New Years with my grandparents. I am happy i got to do it this year.
- On December 29th we decided to go to a vet, cause my parents’ dog is 12 years old and i thought it would be good to check him. Vet said he has a liver cancer, and it’s not looking good at all and that he’ll be getting worse and fast. So i cried for a couple of days and tried to spend as much time with the pup as i could. But then we did a couple of blood tests which came back good?? And considering how happy and healthy he was, ate well and didn’t seem to have any pain, doctors figured it might be not cancerous cysts. It was right before i left, they prescribed him pills for the liver and he seems happy and healthy at the moment. I know he’s old and we will have to say goodbye soon, but i just hate to think of him being in pain and dying cause of a desease.
- On January 5th i came back to Saint P. Didn’t do much till my bf came back on January 15th. He also surprised me, he said he’d come on 16th, but then he appeared in my doorway earlier :D
- One of my best friends turned 30 this January. She gathered a small party and i got to see my classmates i haven’t seen in 8 or more years. It was a fun evening and we went ice skating the next day. I am turning 30 in May, kinda hard to believe.
- Oh, i cut off my hair! It’s a never ending story for me. I grow it out for a year or two and then hate how i look for a few months and cut it all off. Back to pixie cut and feeling like myself again :D
- I bought tickets to see MCR this summer! I remember being so damn angry with them, back when they were together and touring with Danger Days, someone asked them if they will ever visit Russia. And Frank answered: “We’ve been there already”. Yeah, in 2007. Oh how pissed i was xD They’re coming to Moscow, thankfully. But if they didn’t, i’d travel to Europe to see them still.
- I am a horrible plant mother! While i was at my parents for 2 weeks, my brother came by to water the plants. But when i came back i realized he was afraid to overwater them and they were so dehydrated. I have a big ficus plant and a small citrus tree(kumquat), they are my most precious pocessions. And my poor citrus dried out completely :((( i am trying to save it, but it looks like it’s not helping at all. And the ficus lost half of its leaves, just on one side for some reason. I checked the roots and they seemed fine, i put it in a bigger pot and hopefully it will grow back its leaves. People say you need to talk to your plants and they can feel it, maybe i don’t give them enough attention.
Anyway! The beginning of 2020 is kind of weird so far. Hopefully things will get better soon :)
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Cambodia
From Bangkok we took a bus to Poipet, a city at the border of Cambodia. From there, where we obtained our visa, we shared a taxi to Siem Reap with a French guy we met on the bus. There our Cambodian adventures started:
# Already upon arrival, we realized something weird in the currency used in Cambodia: local Riels and American Dollars are used simultaneously, and there are no coins, just the notes. In restaurants, hotels and shops prices are indicated in Dollars and are often rounded. As soon as unrounded numbers occur, let's say $2,75, you would pay with $3 and get the $0,25 change in the corresponding Riels, 1.000 in this case. At markets and street vendors prices are often in Riel, making haggling easier. It took us some time to get used to it, and even then we did not understand why this strange system would benefit anyone. 😜
# We found the people in Cambodia to be a lot friendlier than their Thai neighbours. Apart from on the journey to Siem Reap, they are not trying to scam you when they make conversation. 👍 Everywhere we went, we would hear little voices screaming "Hello!", coming from broadly smiling children, wildly waving at us and giggling when we would smile and wave back. People would invite us into their homes, share their food and answer all our questions with a big smile.
# The ethnic group native to Cambodia is called Khmer and its language is still spoken today. The Khmer empire is the predecessor state to today's Cambodia and its greatest legacy is Angkor; its capital city, located slightly North of Siem Reap, that bloomed from about the 9th to the 15th century and is believed to be the largest pre-industrial urban centre in the world at the time. We rented a scooter and spent the day exploring the ruins by ourselves, but it would have been nice to have a guide telling us more about specific aspects. It is just incredible to think about the techniques, materials, skills and time that the Khmer people had needed to build such majestic monuments, let alone the impressive art, culture and belief system that is projected!
Back in Siem Reap after a day in the Angkor ruins, when looking for a bar to get a well-deserved drink, we bumped into some hotelschool study mates - also on a long term trip! Such a crazy, small world!! After having some drinks and sharing experiences, we decided it would be fun to travel together for a while and together we took the bus to Battambang.
# Our one day in Battambang we spent exploring the second largest city in Cambodia by scooter. We drove around outskirts of the town too, where we experienced a totally different atmosphere of a lot of vegetation, basic homes and farming. We tasted wine at the only Cambodian winery and watched the clouded sunset from the ancient bamboo train - one of the world's unique rail journeys. The bamboo train, or 'nori' in Khmer, simply consisting of a wooden frame covered by light bamboo slats that rests on two bogies, powered by a truck engine, follows a 7 km bumpy, misaligned rail through countryland and over some seemingly unstable bridges left by the French. In 20 minutes it takes you to O Sra Lav, where unfortunately was nothing to see but a bunch of pushy kids trying to sell 'selfmade' bracelets and some touristy shops. We wandered around and made friends with local school kids, before we returned. All together the interesting history of the train made the ride fun, but due to the many bushes around the rails we didn't see anything of the area and the extreme focus on getting tourist money gave us a bad aftertaste.
# We ended our time in Battambang with a visit to the Phare Ponleu Selpal circus. This circus is a non-profit Cambodian association that works to improve the lives of children, young adults and their families with art schools, educational programs and social support. And on top of this great cause, it was a fantastic show! A small group of young adults performed crazy and impressive stunts and acrobatics along a funny storyline. We weren't surprised to hear that Cirque du Soleil has many athletes in their team that once started here!
From Battambang, we took the bus to the Phnom Penh, Cambodia's capital city. Our new travel buddies had been here before, so they took of and we were back on our own. We stayed in Phnom Penh for 3 days and fit all of this in:
# Cambodia has a very brutal history including one of the worst genocides in the 20th century, of which we learnt a lot by visiting the Tuol Sleng prison, or S-21, and the Choeung Ek killing fields. From 1975 to 1979, Cambodia was ruled by communist party Khmer Rouge. During these four years, the regime has killed over 2 million people; one out of four people at the time! Khmer Rouge leader Pol Pot aimed to bring Cambodia back to nothing to 'start again at year zero' and did so by forcing people out of the cities to work on communal farms in the countryside. People opposing the revolution or anyone thought to be intellectual - assumed to be when for example wearing glasses or speaking a foreign language - were brutally tortured and killed. Thousands of others died from deseases, starvation or exhaustion from the back-breaking work they were forced to do. All of this happened in secret and out of sight of other countries, which is why Pol Pot has been supported all this time. S-21 and the killing fields are well preserved and still carry a spine chilling atmoshpere, showing the tiny cells where people were kept in, the instruments of torture that were used, pictures of prisoners, pictures of found bodies, the mass graves and killing pits. It is incredible to believe that all of this could happen, just 40 years ago!!
# Luckily, we also did some fun things in Phnom Penh. The absolute highlight was renting a bike and just riding around the city. When biking through the outskirts of Phnom Penh, we were stopped by some local guys. They pointed to the tree above them and before we knew one of them had climbed up and started cutting off trunks of fresh mangos. His friend on the ground caught them and filled the basket on our bike. A bit flabbergasted by this super nice gesture we thanked them millions and after some conversation we were back on our way with a basked full of mangos. Soon we realized that the closer we got to the city center, the more attention our mangos got. Already on the road, while waiting for a crossing, we gave some away to two guys passing us on a scooter. Later, when we made a stop to get bus tickets, we got into a conversation with a tuk-tuk driver on his break. When we had given him a mango he left, to come back with a knife and start cutting the in our view unripe mango. From all directions other tuk-tuk drivers joined us to score a piece of mango. One guy brought a bag of spicy spices to dip de mango in and it became a small feast of laughter and free food! In the end we had eaten all the mangos and made new friends. Unexpected things truly are the best! 😄
Meanwhile the Ambassy of Vietnam in Phnom Penh fixed our visa, so in the end we have green light to enter Vietnam! Ho Chi Minh City, we are on our way!
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Amazing really rather delightfullyburningpeace and another anon are stirring the pot, or sorry are this lost, the way you talk about fakery is absurd like if you’re living in an alternate reality or you want to brainwash and convince someone about this bullshit, there is not relationship between JL and VK there can’t be any breakup she’s not his lover either, or his fwb, or anything of the sort, not even a real friend, it’s all bullshit and he’s barely even given any hint, it’s all been very low key all these stories is bullshit that mostly you’ve made in your head, walking with someone or inviting someone very rarely doesn’t even equal a relationship, this is all insanity you imagine, J has given very little bait and you’ve blown this up for personal amusement and personal agendas, and jealousy over the truth.
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As I look down upon all the dilapidated buildings below me, all I can think of are the lives that could of been spared if not for all the hate in the world. If only my father had saw the world as I did, He would not of died. We could of been still with me helping me fix what the people destroyed. We could of stopped it while we still could. cutting off the deseased part so new life could grow. Yet, if there was one thing harder than changing the world, I knew it was changing his mind.
A cold breeze hit my face. I can still hear their screemes and crys of the people who lived here.I knew one thing they didnt at the time. the people who died in the fire had a more merciful death than the rest who were taken for slaves. I walked along the slightly damp roof to look into a dark broken window. I wish I could of done something though I knew I was too young then. If only I could of been there as I am now. No. I can not think of what I could of done. I need to think of the task at hand. I ish my father hadnt exposed me to such torture but because of that I became who I am now.
My father was like any other Father in most ways. Taught me how to survive on my own, how to hunt, make my own clothes, fix things that were broken and how to construct weapons using very little resorses. you know, the ussual. He raised me most of my life. He was not very good at talking but very good at teaching. I guess in a way he showed me love. Maybe not by telling me but by passing on the things that he has learned throughout his life. My mother died when I was eight. I dont have many memories of her but the ones I do have are wonderful. I remember looking at the pair of them and thinking “how could my mom love someone so stern looking” My mother looked like such a small thing next to him. She was only 6 feet tall yet still thin and elegant. Her eyes were like safires that sparkled whenever she looked at him. She had long silver hair always pulled back in a braied down her back exposing her pointed ears. My father was two feet taller than her looming over her like a shadow. His black hair and eyes made his stern looking face even harsher. He also had metal arms and legs that he often replaced. I rarely ever saw my father smile but when he did it was always looking at her. I never understood it.
I was raised on what was known to be an abandoned ship. My mother would always tell me the stories of how they left their planets when they found out they were going to have me and found the ship we now call our home. Before I was born my parents brought many plants from my mothers planet to make her feel more at home. My mother thought it was so cold- not where a child should be raised. My father made most of the ship open to me but he had his own part I wasnt allowed into. When I asked about why my mother left her planet if it was even more wonderful than our ship, she would just get very sad. My father always told me to not talk of such things because it hurts her. I always thought I could ask him what happened when I was all grown up but I guess I waited to long. He died when I was just 15. A part of me still wishes I would of found out before it was too late even if It hurt then to talk about it.
Another chill hits my face. I see ice is starting to form on the roof tops an I take that as my cue to head back to my ship. I climb down the old building wall and making my way to the over grown forest nearby. I brush my finger tips against the broken fence leading into the forest. Noting the sign of new life growing around them. I guess things have to die for new life to grow. As I walk deeper and deeper into the forest I hear a whistle in front of me; snapping me back into reality. I see my loyal friend Leo leaning over a freash pot of stew hanging over a fire. I smile. My one and only friend. I met him soon after my father died wondering in the dessert. He was a little younger than I. He was left for dead by his master who grew tired of him. He was taken as payment for his parents debts at the age of two. His master thought he could raise him to take over his buisness when he was gone but he just had too soft of a heart. No amount of beating would change that so he cut off his arm and left him to bleed out in the dessert. Thats whereI found him, fixed him up with a robotic arm and he has just been sticking around since. He looked so harmless and destitute then. Now standing 10 ft tall with greish blue scaled skin, bright green eyes and scares all over his body- He could look pretty intimidating.
“Out wondering I see. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Leo stated while smirking “ I never sleep remember?” I said While removing my long cape and draping it over a nearby log. “ I was looking for some supplies and scrap metal.” I tucked some of my loose dark blue strand behind my pointed ear. Leo stared at her and said, “Andra, You alter your materialization consistantly but you never rid your ears. Why is that so?” I smile. “They are the last connection I share with my mother that hasn’t died with her...”
to be continued...
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After treatment, my adored loving husband brings me flowers to cheer me up. 💐🌹my Heart was so happy I couldn’t stop smiling. Wow! The feeling of love when your partner knows and feels your pain and knowing he is behind me for the good and The not so good that life throws at you. This is not about gifts, is the reminder of unconditional ❤️ love. I have always been sooo touched by women or men that their partners either don’t believe they are sick or don’t show compassion. I know that the awareness is not only for learning about different deseases but the awareness of “BE aware that someone is in PAIN”. #chronicpain #chronicillness #spoonielife #cfs #millionsmissing #pots #fibromyalgia #live #love #marriage #partner #roses #lili #compassion #sweet #lularoemom #spoonie
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