#still getting used to my tablet and what its range is

[cinalilli]

attack #5 for @awerzo 's Moyra!!! i realized late that I'm missing a lot of details but this style is a little experimental for me as it is haha

[nerdypagan1]

oh this is just fucking brilliant honestly.

okay so here I am on someone's blog, they have this link to "decolonizepalestine.com", to which I think "oh my, what WILL they cover?"

I go on it. it has the sections "palestine 101" and "myths database". okay, this could be fine, I say to myself. I check out "palestine 101". it starts with "introduction to palestine 1: palestine throughout history" and the date range 9000 BC to 1918 AD. that's a lot of history, I think; that covers thousands of years into prehistory until the British Mandate. but I guess they'll be skimming over a lot of it?

I click through. they mention an egyptian stele that says "peleset"- this does exist and it seemingly refers to a people group, so it's likely the same tablet (or a similar one) that bears our first mention of israel in writing. they bring up the Persians, the Romans, the Assyrians, and the Nabataeans. I'd never heard of the last ones so I looked them up- they're an ancient arab people. okay then. hellenic invaders would have made sense to bring up, given you did before (peleset may or may not refer to the philestines, given it has the same p-l-s-t root as pilishtim (hope I'm remembering that word right)). but sure, those people were all in charge once.

at the end of the section, before getting into whatever they'll say next, it says this: "This article does not aim to delve into the minutiae of this Palestinian history, indeed entire books could be -and have been- written on the subject. Rather the goal of this introduction is to describe the political context that lead up to the modern Palestinian question." okay then, reasonable. that's a LOT of history. I scroll down again, expecting to find maybe Israel and Judah, maybe the roman province of Syria Palestina and how the name came about. nope. it says "Palestine Under the Ottoman Empire".

WHAT. THE HELL.

you can't mention egyptian fucking stele and then jump right to the fucking OTTOMANS.

WHAT ABOUT THE JEWS?! never even fucking mind the romans and the assyrians and all. the jews? who had a couple kingdoms there for a while? the temple and everything? ugh.

I keep reading anyway. they mention Jerusalem (making no mention of its founders), they mention the ottomans dividing the land into three bits, and they mention the Millet system (the ottomans apparently dividing religious communities to govern themselves). they say this: "The Ottoman Millet system and its various manifestations provided a certain degree of autonomy to minority religious and ethnic communities. While this system suffered from serious flaws, and its breadth and tolerance waxed and waned with different governors and social and economic circumstances, it was still superior to the outright persecution and pogroms which various religious groups on the European continent had to endure." okay, sure- hey what was that word? pogrom? hang on, didn't the jews make that word to mean "riots against specifically us"?

I did not read any more and I don't want to. I just. how do you make a site that purports to tell the history of this stretch of land, then DON'T COVER MULTIPLE THOUSAND YEARS OF IT? don't even mention how the name became applied to the region? don't mention how every time it was conquered, there were more and more killings of jews?

I know how they do it. I just don't understand why. I am not even jewish, and I'm tired of this.

[lensman-arms-race]

Episode 77 part 2

Spoiler free:

Haha, this is like videogames

Hmmm! Lore drop!

Haha, oh no

What

Spoilers ahead!

As always, it's funny as hell that dead toilets explode on impact, as though they're made of some sort of Explodium material.

Rambo is very oily/sweaty now - I think DFB is definitely doing fan-service for the mutant trio fans :D

I don't really understand how suddenly the goodies are able to kick Astro ass (asstro) all of a sudden, when previously the Astros were too powerful. Plot armour?

Swat using his khopeshes as a ranged weapon is very videogames, haha.

Swat gives us a literal lore drop (dropping his tablet on the ground, which POV picks up and looks at).

This tells us several things and is worth the entire episode!

The character indicated with a question mark appears to be Secret Agent to me; it looks like the figure from the poster in episode 70:

I'm not great with faces, but that's Secret Agent, isn't it?

But why is he marked with a question mark?? Presumably Swat knows SA was Alpha Hills administrator, because the skibs had this poster we saw in episode 70. Who added the question mark?

But the title? Special Government Objects Defence Service? What 'objects' was the government defending against??

Does this mean techfolk were hostile to humans at this point, or were the defence service experimenting with using objects themselves, and accidentally created/became skibidi toilets?

Also, the 3 defence service members with uncovered faces - again, I'm bad with faces, but are those not the mutant trio??

The implications!!

We then get to see a large cam who looks very like a mini TCam! (Ignoring that 'miniature titan' is an oxymoron.) There's the shoulder cams, the dented lens protector, the energy shield, the backpack hardware resembling the titan's flight-pack, the big-ass chainsword acting as melee weapon in an echo of TCam's hammer, and an Ol' Painless-style gun that the cam uses on its arm like TCam does. (Chainsaws are not great as a melee weapon in real life, but hey, Rule of Cool.)

They've got a similar outfit to the two salmon-shirts. Lucky is already accounted for (currently under arrest), and we haven't seen 'Karl' (the black-headed salmon-shirt cam) for ages. Did he get an upgrade??

I'm wondering if this cam is going to be the narrative substitute for Plunk, i.e. this will become the elite Cam unit. And are we going to see a similar unit for the Speaker faction? (The TVs already have Sabre.)

We all noticed Kitty Cam, right?

I love how the Cams' lens-protectors catch the orange light and momentarily visually echo the amber eyes of the mutant trio. It's a little cinematic flair that hammers home how the two factions have joined forces!

The other cam might be the Plunk-lookalike we saw in leaks. It seems more Cams are getting the same cyan torch that Plunk had.

Then we get to see what made Rambo say 'damn!' (Not quite a spoiler because it was in the episode thumbnail.)

Cam Matriarch got some upgrades! I really hope she can still do that thing where she retracts her head like a turtle and brings out her time-slowing flechette cannon. The extra cannons are 'cool' but her previous appearance had a unique charm to me.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate

I hate this

Chew my bum

This is not allowed to be the truth

Hate hate hate hate hate

I don't want the robots to be transformed humans! I hate this idea and I will hate it forever!

I appreciate the extra bit of lore - "As one, to the end." (But it doesn't sound like Cathy's previous voice! Boo!) Who exactly is POV cam in this episode?

Summary: Good lore drop but HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE

[forhappysake]

What Lurks Within, Pt. 6

Author's Note: I SWEAR all this is going to culminate into the plot twist of a lifetime (I'm sure some of you know what's coming already). I hope you're enjoying how descriptive these chapters are, though. :)

Content: When the media learns of another victim in the Denver case before the BAU, more questions about the legitimacy of the department and its employees come to fruition. One employee, the police chief, remains intent on keeping the BAU as far from the case as possible. The team discovers some (figurative) skeletons in his closet, which makes them all the more suspicious.

Warnings: Spencer x fem!reader, established relationship, hom!c!de, workplace conflict, mentions of drug dealing and drug use, brief mention of prison, mentions of domestic abuse, and mentions of violence resulting in hospitalization

The conference room got quiet once again. “Well,” Luke said, “we should still figure out who altered Whittendon’s files.” “That would be a major lead,” Rossi agreed. 

“I guess that means we should get to work again,” Luke said, taking a sip of coffee before scooting up to the table. Mumbles of agreement went up around the table. 

JJ spoke up, “We should continue working on geographical profiles, too. If we can get an area narrowed down, we might be able to find his hideout before we even know who he is.”

Luke nodded, acknowledging her statement. “Garcia sent more information about Graydon’s family to our tablets. Does anyone want to volunteer to team up and deep dive that information while the rest of us keep working on geo-profiles?”

I shrugged, “I can do it. I’ve never been one for the geos, anyway.” 

Spencer spoke, “I can join you.” 

I scoffed, shaking my head. “Spencer, you’re the best geo-profiler we have. I’d encourage anyone else to volunteer so that brainiac can work on the maps.” I played with the hem of my skirt as the rubbing of the fabric irritated the mild burn below. Spencer eyed my hands, noting my discomfort. 

“I’ll work with you,” Matt offered. I smiled at him, standing to go sit next to him. Spencer seemed faintly hurt by my denial of his offer, but surely he’d understood. As I sat next to Matt, I offered him a sympathetic smile. JJ stood from her chair next, “I’ll work with Spence on the geographical profiles. What are you two going to do?” She looked at Rossi and Luke, who had yet to move from the table. 

“I guess we’ll-” Luke began to speak as Emily burst into the room, cutting him off. “Whittendon just called me from his car. An eleventh victim has been found,” she said, holding open the conference room door and gesturing for us to come into the main office. As we all rose and filed out into the bullpen, I noticed televisions running on either side of the room. 

A reporter’s voice rang through the office: Another body has been found in the Denver area today after ten other victims were left scattered throughout parks in the city. This victim, 38 year-old Colton Bayard, was left beaten and slashed in Williams Park, ten miles from where last night’s victim was found in Ashwood Park.”

“How did the news channel get all that information before we did?” I asked. 

Spencer shook his head. “There’s a leak in this office.”

Almost in response, the door to the precinct burst open and Detective Whittendon stormed in the room. I watched as he went behind the secretary’s desk, shooed her out of her chair, and used it to step up onto her desk. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Whittendon shouted into the office, drawing everyone’s attention away from the television to the man standing on the front desk, “this office is officially on lockdown until I find out who is fucking with my investigation.” Murmurs went up around the office as the thirty employees crowded in the main room exchanged nervous glances. Richie’s meek voice spoke from the crowd of employees surrounding the television. “What does that mean, sir?” he asked. “That means,” Whittendon said, “nobody is leaving until I have a prime suspect in the interrogation room.” 

Hollers of “you can’t do that” and “get out of here” were heard from around the office. Whittendon stomped his foot on the desk. “I said what I said. If anyone tries to leave this office without consulting with me first, you will be detained for obstructing a criminal investigation.” With that, the detective climbed down from the office desk and planted an empty chair firmly at the precinct’s entrance, plopping himself down in the seat and folding his arms. “Oh my,” Emily said. Suddenly, a door on the far side of the room swung open. A burly man with a shaved head and dark eyes stumbled out into the main office. The employees got silent. 

“What the hell are you doing, Ryan?” The man’s gruff voice permeated the silence. Whittendon looked over at the man, a forming scoff visible on his lips. 

“Who is that?” I murmured to our group. Emily turned to utter a response when Whittendon spoke again, rising from his chair. 

The detective approached the larger man, standing nearly chest to chest with him. “Chief, with all due respect, I’m running this office the way somebody should have been from the start of this investigation.”

“Nevermind.” I whispered, intrigued to see how this argument might play out. 

The burly man shook his head and looked at the office ceiling. “God help me,” he murmured. “Ryan, you have no authority to force these people to stay here.” 

“You’re right, I don’t. But you do. You should’ve been handling a department lockdown since Agent Prentiss discovered someone was dicking with my files.” Whittendon waved a frustrated hand towards Emily who stood at the front of our team. She raised her eyebrows when the police chief turned to look at her, shrugging as if to say ‘he isn’t wrong.’ 

The police chief sighed, “Ryan, you’re being irrational. These FBI-ers just got here this morning, and you’re letting them turn this department into an episode of NCIS. Nobody in here is sabotaging your investigation but yourself.” 

I couldn’t help but tilt my head at the statement. Semi-shocked expressions flickered across the team’s faces as we all took the statement as a personal dig. I turned to Spencer, who stood close behind me. He looked down at me, eyebrows raised, hand fidgeting in his pocket as he tried to decipher the motives of each man in the argument before us. 

An exasperated groan drew my attention back to the two men. “You can’t be serious,” Whittendon shouted. “Listen, Chief. I’ve tried to be respectful. I’ve done my best and I’ve stayed in line. It’s time for somebody to take action here. That’s why I called the BAU in to begin with.” Graydon wasn’t even the one to invite us in? Interesting. 

“Look, Ryan. Cool it. Go to your crime scene and do detective work. It’s time to stop with the theatrics,” the chief looked at us before turning back to Whittendon, “and start solving problems. If you can’t do it, I’ll put Andrews on the case.” With that, the police chief turned from Whittendon, offering us a small and insincere nod before walking back into his office, slamming the door behind him. 

Whittendon ran a hand over his face, sitting back down in the office chair he had placed by the precinct door. Emily approached him cautiously. “Is he always such a joy?” she asked. 

The detective let out a sour laugh. “I’ve never really loved his leadership style, but I’ve also never had this much of a problem with him until now.” He leaned back, anxiously running his hands over his shirt and straightening his tie. “The whole desk bit… that was a bit embarrassing, in hindsight”

Emily smiled thoughtfully. “We all do things we’re not proud of when we’re stressed,” she said gently. Whittendon frowned, blankly staring at a wall across the room. “Have you been to the newest crime scene yet?” The detective snapped back to reality with a shake of his head. 

“No. That’s why I don’t understand why the news teams knew about it before I did. It makes everything so much harder…” he trailed off, running a hand over his face in frustration once more. 

“Why don’t you and I go check it out together?” she offered. I felt Luke push his way towards the front of our group which was still gathered by the conference room door. 

“Boss, if you don’t mind, I think I’d like to come along.” Luke said. He reached a hand out to Whittendon, offering him the formal introduction he hadn’t at the diner. “Agent Luke Alvez.” Whittendon shook his hand in response, slowly rising from the chair. Emily turned back to our group. “Dave, can you handle things here?” Rossi gave her a thumbs up and she nodded in response. Whittendon opened the precinct door allowing Emily and Luke to lead the way before following behind him. 

“Well,” Rossi spoke first, “since that’s over, where were we?”

“Right,” I said. “Matt, we’re on the Graydon files. JJ and Spencer are on geos.” I turned to the conference room, returning to my initial seat. Matt and I opened our tablets, eager to begin wading through files as Spencer and JJ turned their attention to a large map in the corner of the room. 

“Alright,” Matt said, “how do you want to do this?” I paused for a moment, leaning back in my chair and squinting in thought. 

A simple solution hit me as I opened Garcia’s email. “Well, Graydon’s got two children. By the looks of this email, Garcia found dirt on both of them. You look into his daughter, I’ll look into his son.” 

Matt nodded. “Sounds good, boss.” “Well, I have been here longer than you,” I mumbled playfully. Matt smiled before turning his attention to the files in front of him. 

I opened up the email attachment labeled “Phillip_Graydon.pdf” and watched as at least a hundred pages loaded on my tablet screen. “Garcia’s been busy,” I said. 

Matt exhaled in agreement. I could see him flipping through a similar number of pages. “So have the Graydon kids, by the look of it. His daughter, Mira, was arrested last year for dealing heroin.”

I winced a bit. “How old is she?” I asked. 

Matt shook his head in disbelief, “Only twenty.” He continued scanning the files, I watched as he opened a link attached to one, which opened a personal Facebook page. Scooting closer to him, I could see the lack of information on Mira’s page. 

Her profile photo of a healthy, smiling teen had to be at least five years old compared to the latest mugshot attached to her file. Matt pulled up her mugshot next to her profile picture to compare. “She’s barely recognizable.” Her hair had thinned, her eyes were heavy with dark bags, and her teeth were more jagged. 

“She’s had to have been struggling for awhile,” I said. “I wonder if the Graydons have tried to get her help.” Matt returned to the initial pdf and scrolled through pages once more. 

“They must have once. Here’s her paperwork from an inpatient rehab facility.” He zoomed in on the file, scanning the paperwork. 

“How old was she when she went?” I asked. 

He looked up, running the numbers in his head. “Seventeen.” 

“So, she’s been living this way for a while.” I said. Matt nodded. 

“She didn’t stay at the facility long. When she turned eighteen she checked herself out. Besides her occasional arrests, it looks like she’s become a ghost,” he added. 

“What about the son?” he wondered aloud, leaning towards me and peering at my tablet which I had discarded on the conference room table. I picked it up once again, scrolling and scanning.

“Nothing here really seems out of character for a young boy,” I said. “Underaged alcohol consumption when he was sixteen… a couple run-ins with the law for trespassing…” I continued to scan the documents. A particular paper caught my eye. “Wait,” I said, “I might have something here.”

I scanned the file once more before speaking. “It says here that Phillip was hospitalized on five separate occasions,” I said aloud. 

Matt raised an eyebrow and tilted his head in curiosity. He leaned in again, trying to examine the page. “Does it say why?”  he asked. 

I scrolled through the paperwork, looking for his reason for admission. “At age five, he was hospitalized for a broken arm… At age seven, he was hospitalized again for a broken foot.” 

Matt shrugged, “Take it from someone who has five kids, they’re always getting themselves into those kinds of crazy situations.” 

I shook my head. “No, listen,” I mumbled, deep in thought as I drew his attention back to the file. “He was brought in for numerous, ‘suspicious’ burns at age eleven.” I emphasized the word with air quotes. Matt raised an eyebrow. “I’m not finished. At age fourteen, he was brought in for two broken fingers. When the doctor asked his mother how it happened, she said he fell down the stairs.” 

“Jesus,” Matt whispered. 

“Most recently, at age seventeen, he was brought in for pain while breathing. When he was examined, the report says they discovered bruising on both sides of his neck. He had at least two broken ribs that doctors thought were caused by a blunt object. This says the hospital informed child services this time, but-” I shook my head as Matt finished my thought for me. 

“Let me guess, he turned eighteen and moved out immediately.” I nodded quickly and Matt shook his head. “Who brought him to the hospital on those occasions?” he asked. 

I looked up at him, “The mother, of course.” I looked at the picture of the young man attached to the file. It was a school picture. The smile was forced, the hair too evenly combed, and the boy wore a turtleneck that nearly covered his ears. How could nobody have seen this? 

“So Graydon’s not only an abusive spouse, but an abusive father,” Matt stated. 

I set my tablet on the table, tapping my fingers against the cool wood surface. “How could he have gotten away with all of these things for so long?” I asked.

“Chief Graydon’s got connections most people don’t,” Matt said. I nodded. It all made sense to me. “Where’s Phillip at now?” Matt asked. 

I scrolled to the end of the document, looking for a final address to find none listed. “That’s odd. Garcia didn’t list an address for him.”

“If he moved out as soon as he turned eighteen in an attempt to escape his father’s abuse, he may not have had any money to get a place. Phillip could have seen homelessness as a better alternative than staying in that house.” I hummed in agreement as Matt closed his tablet and rested it on the table next to mine. 

“Where do we go from here?” I asked. 

Matt pondered for a moment. He took a deep breath and rolled his neck. “We should let Emily know about all of this when she gets back,” I nodded. “Until then,” he added, “you should call Garcia and tell her to get in contact with local homeless shelters. Have her ask if anyone’s seen a boy matching Phillip’s description.”

I rose from my chair and walked to the corner of the conference room, allowing myself distance from Spencer and JJ as they talked in hushed voices over the map on the wall. My phone rang twice before a voice sung out over the other line, “Well, hello, young one. I haven’t heard from you in awhile!” 

I giggled quietly, using my hand to stifle my laugh. Penelope and I had developed quite the friendship during my short time with the team. We both loved fun clothing, cute knick knacks, and we really loved nights out. When Spencer was in prison, she had been my rock through the whole thing. It was a friendship match made in heaven. 

I snapped back to reality and tried to think of a witty response. “You know how things are, Pen. People commit murder, we have to go save the world, yada yada.” A small crossed my face again.

I could feel her eyes rolling on the other end of the phone. “Have you ever heard that pride cometh before a fall?” she asked playfully. 

“Something like that, which is why I’m humble enough to know when I need the help of a computer wizard like you.” I responded. 

She gasped. “Well in that case, your wish is my command. What do you need?” 

“Matt wanted me to ask if you’d be willing to make some calls to local homeless shelters. Offer them Phillip Graydon’s description and see if they’ve recently encountered anyone fitting the type.”

“Uh-huh,” she said. I could hear her typing on her keyboard through the phone. “Anything else?” she asked. 

“No ma’am,” I answered. “Thanks, Pen. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

“Awh,” she said, “I don’t know what you’d do without me either.” With that, her end of the line went dead. I couldn’t help but smile at her confidence and well-timed sarcasm. 

I walked back to where Matt still sat at the table, examining the progress the other duo were making on the geographical profile. “Are you two getting anywhere?” Matt asked. 

Spencer stepped back from the map, examining it in full view. “If you squint, I think there’s a pattern to be seen,” he said, tilting his head to the side. “Considering where the last victim was found, I think we can deduce his hide-out is somewhere in this area.” He pointed to an area between the recent dump sites.

JJ sighed, “That’s not a lot to go on, Spence. That’s about seventeen neighborhoods.” Spencer winced a bit at the statistic, and nodded in somber recognition of the odds. 

“It is, but it’s a start,” I said, trying to offer some encouragement. “That’s more than we knew before. Good job, you two.” I put on a big smile, offering them a genuine thumbs-up. Spencer walked over to my side of the table, offering me a quick kiss on the head.

JJ smiled. “Thanks, Y/N. What did you guys find out?”

“We think Graydon’s been abusing his wife and kids for two decades. His daughter’s been in and out of jail and his son is likely bouncing around homeless shelters. I have no idea how it could be connected to what’s happening in this office, but Matt and I both think it’s something we should look into.” I looked to Matt, who nodded in agreement. 

She shrugged, “If you two think it’s worth looking into, then so do I. I know Emily’s not here, but if you let Rossi know what you’ve found, he might let you get a hold of Graydon’s wife for an interview.” 

Matt rose from the table. “I think that sounds like a good plan. Come on, Y/N, let’s go find Rossi.”

To be continued...

[adelaidedrubman]

and then there was wednesday

i went and got tagged on this day of wednes by beloveds @direwombat @socially-awkward-skeleton @inafieldofdaisies @corvosattano to wip, thank you my beloveds!

bitches will be like “i’ll never actually write america’s sweetheart it’s a joke au” then be like “anyways here’s 600 words of america’s sweetheart, the definitive wildfire ending.” have some jestiny attempting to make her directorial debut, warnings for drug and alcohol use and me being annoyingly meta. and jestiny publicist pov

“Sure,” the actress chimed, twirling a strand of short red hair around her finger. “I heard it in Sunday school.”  “Then perhaps you could fuckin’ explain to me, Olivia,” Jestiny said, pausing to draw a deep breath in through flared nostrils, “Why I would be turning on the water works before he cut my hair?”  Olivia furrowed her brow. “Um, because you were afraid? You had to be. You were being chased through the woods by a crazy cult leader brandishing a knife.”  Jestiny’s eyes widened. Andrea pinched the bridge of her nose in anticipation. 

“It’s not about fear, it’s about vulnerability,” Jestiny ground out, jabbing a finger of her coffee cup-clasping hand towards the actress and causing the pungent drink that was definitely not coffee to slosh loudly inside. “That is the scary part — not the knife. The hair cutting is an act of intimacy,” she said pointedly. She waved her free hand as if conducting a symphony as she continued, “It’s the culmination of a careful dance, all about the subtle struggle of who’s leading. There should be build-up to it!” She pulled out an Altoid tin and shook out a few white tablets that were definitely not breath mints to chew on. “It’s supposed to be predictable, but still devastating! It’s a tragedy!”  She glared down at Olivia. “And it’s a tale of hubris. The protagonist is arrogant before the downfall, not scared and crying.”  Henry rose begrudgingly from his director’s chair. “That’s in your memoir?” “That’s in the Bible.”  “Your memoir is like the Bible, to me,” Flynn chimed in, fluttering his eyelashes and clasping a copy of Urges from God by Jestiny Rook pulled seemingly from thin air. Andrea almost pitied him, to not foresee he’d be dumped the moment he shaved for the premiere party like all the others had.  “You want me to play it more smug, then?” Olivia asked, flipping through the pages of the script, as if the method to Jestiny’s madness would be buried somewhere amongst stage directions.  “Fuck no!” Jestiny cried. “I have to be relatable and likeable. Someone the audience wants to root for to come out on top, not see crash and burn!” She threw back her cup, gulping down the last of its contents. “I’m not smug, that doesn’t sell. I’m a plucky and bold underdog. I’m cheerful. I’m compassionate. I’m humble. I’m…” She restlessly drummed her fingers against the cardboard of her empty cup. “I’m America’s fucking sweetheart!” Jestiny paused as the words rang against the walls, eyes scanning with a familiar frantic jitter along the blank faces of the crew as she crushed the empty coffee cup in her hand.  “But, like —” she fidgeted with the ends of hair that fell just above her collarbones. “In a way that respects the fuckin’ integrity of the greater symbolism, and all.” Olivia sighed. “Does that mean I’m supposed to cry before or after the haircut thing?” “You’re a fuckin’ hack, Olivia. Pun once again intended.” “Should I be crying?” Flynn asked, looking up from the book cradled in his arms. “What is my motivation in this scene — in the Biblical sense?”  “Are none of you fucking getting this?!”  “Wait,” Henry mumbled, peering over Flynn’s shoulders. “Was he saying he’s Delilah?”  A low growl sounded in the pit of Jestiny’s throat, a final warning.  “They —” She clenched her jaw so forcefully that Andrea could see dimples sink into her cheeks despite the thin line her lips scrunched into, a hard knot of muscle popping its hinges as she tilted her head down and to the side. She drew in a deep breath as her hand clenched into a fist, releasing it as a ragged exhale as she splayed the fingers straight with a back and forth jostle of her arm. “They should have never let a man direct this movie,” she said with finality as she stormed off set.  Andrea sighed, turning to the side and picking up the fruit plate she’d been grazing on just in time to save it as Jestiny flipped over the craft services table. 

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[ninnosaurus]

AT400-D9302 || chapter 1

no one:

absolutely not a single soul:

me: anyway here's a silly TMNT x Detroit: Become Human crossover that no one asked for :)

Warnings: None so far. Spelling, grammar and the fact that it hasn't been beta read by anyone. And a bullshit chatGPT generated code that DO NOT WORK.

Turtles used: Bayverse

You sat lazily watching your monitor. Grimacing at your now cold cup of coffee. A headache had begun to seep its way into the forefront of your mind, one you tried to ignore since you first noticed the signs. The text in front of you mocking the fact you’d gotten hired, even your mere existence felt attacked by it. 

def fibonacci(n):

    if n <= 0:

        return []

    elif n == 1:

        return [0]

    elif n == 2:

        return [0, 1]

    else:

        fib_sequence = [0, 1]

        for i in range(2, n):

            next_fib = fib_sequence[-1] + fib_sequence[-2]

            fib_sequence.append(next_fib)

        return fib_sequence

# Example usage:

num_terms = 10

print(fibonacci(num_terms))

“Bullshit…”

Shoving away from your desk you rolled across the room until you hit where your tablet was charging. Unplugging it and using your feet to roll back to your desk. The sound of the TV brought you out of your reading.

A new riot. This time some place outside of the city. Apparently, a storage facility had been hit this time. Not really news by this point. They always got hit first. You’re used to it now, shrugging before turning your attention back to your inbox.

Not a single positive email has reached your inbox in weeks. It was almost draining to open your work email, nowadays. Sinking back into your chair you toss the tablet back towards the desk, only to simply watch as it slides across  and falls to the floor on the other side.

Subject: "Urgent: Meeting Request Regarding Project Progress"

Subject: "Deadline Extension: Revised Timeline for Project Completion"

Subject: "Emergency Meeting: Addressing Recent Challenges"

“Uuuggh…”

You needed a shower. 

The light in the small workshop flickered as you walked past. You snuck a peek inside the room through the cracked open door. The androids who’d managed to stay locked up in the tower still at work welding, pulling cables. All you did was roll your eyes as you continued towards the employee bathrooms. 

Leaning towards the tile in the shower you rubbed your face with your hands, trying to wake up. You’d been stuck on that stupid code for literal weeks by now. Something didn't sit right with it, but you couldn’t figure out what exactly. And it haunted you. Laughed in your very face, making you wonder if you were the right programmer for the job.

Which you knew were false. Sure, you were still learning, an apprentice under Elijah Kamski together with three others. Three who were currently MIA and had apparently decided to leave you to figure this out yourself. Thanks for that.

You watch as the suds from the body wash flush down the drain. Trying to see a pattern, trying to see something in it that could help you get past that stupid code that was currently–

A knock at the stall door brought you back into the now.

“Occupied!”

“I know.”

Ah. One of the MIAs had found their way into the tower. Fantastic. You quickly rinse off and step out of the shower stall wrapped in a towel.

You look at the owner of the voice.

“I thought you guys had gotten captured and sold on the black market.” 

You jest towards them. 

“Ha-ha. Very funny. You know those are real, right? Like, it happens.” 

Jonah countered, making you chuckle. 

“Anyway, you want food? I got my hands on some burgers!”

Food. Eating. Right… You’d forgotten to eat. 

“Please, I am starving. Maybe you can help me with the code.”

Raising the bag holding said food he saluted as he left you alone to change. 

“How long have you been stuck on this?” Jonah asked in between bites of his burger.

You chewed at your straw.

“All day, actually. I just– It feels like something is missing.”

He hummed. “What code are you working from?”

Sitting back down at your desk after getting up to throw the empty boxes and wrappers away you rest your chin on your hand.

“The base code is taken from the RK-series. Although, I only use it as an outline to work from.”

“Oof. That one’s tough. One of my teachers was part of develo– wait, which RK series exactly? Those–” he snapped his fingers trying to remember what model he was thinking of.

“The upgraded coding used in that RK900 model.”

“THAT’S the one! Yes. You’re using that one? For this project? Isn’t it a little– too simple?”

You shrugged. 

“Well, yeah. It is. Which is one reason why I’m currently stuck. I don’t know how to move forward. Have you even seen the checklist for the newer models? Check it.”

You tossed the folder containing required knowledge needed for the project. Jonah whistled as he read through it. 

“And you’re supposed to finish this… in two months?”

You nodded. “Mmhm.”

“Elijah sure drive a hard bargain. Move over. Take a nap and let me look at it. See if there’s anything I can do.”

Smiling as you got up from the chair, you trudged over to the couch, almost falling asleep the second your head hits the pillow. 

“Thank you, Jonah.”

A thud made you wake up in a panic.

“I CRACKED IT!”

A piece of crumpled up paper hit your head. “Wake up and come look at this! I cracked it!”

You nearly toppled over as you ran to Jonah.

import numpy as np

import tensorflow as tf

from tensorflow.keras.layers import Dense, Dropout, LSTM

from tensorflow.keras.models import Sequential

“This is it?” Your eyes rapidly moved between Jonah and the code.

# Generate synthetic data for training

num_samples = 10000

seq_length = 50

input_dim = 10

X_train = np.random.randn(num_samples, seq_length, input_dim)

y_train = np.random.randint(0, 2, size=(num_samples,))

# Build LSTM model

model = Sequential([

LSTM(128, input_shape=(seq_length, input_dim), return_sequences=True),

Dropout(0.2),

LSTM(64),

Dropout(0.2),

Dense(1, activation='sigmoid')

])

# Compile model

model.compile(optimizer='adam', loss='binary_crossentropy', metrics=['accuracy'])

# Train model

model.fit(X_train, y_train, epochs=10, batch_size=32)

# Save model

model.save('ai_model.h5')

He nodded.

“This is it. I’ve tried it on the virtual motor a total of twenty times. This is it.” 

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay, let’s– let’s transfer it to the test ‘droid and see how it reacts.

“I don’t think that’s supposed to happen.”

Both you and Jonah jumped as you heard the voice of Elijah behind you. He stood, hands behind his back looking at the android that was currently laying on the floor, overheated. White plastic melting.

Jonah looked at you, then to the android, and back at you before addressing your teacher and boss.

“Uhm. Mr. Kamski–” Jonah shut up as Elijah raised a hand to silence him. 

“Go home. Both of you. You’re not thinking clearly. You’re not seeing what the issue is, and where it is. You’re tired.” He looked at you. “How long have you been here?”

You sighed heavily. “Three days, sir.”

“Are you tired?”

You’d dreamed of working in CyberLife ever since the first android prototypes came off production. When your parents had gotten the first one, a basic cheap AX400 one, Sammy. Your parents had let you name him. 

You nodded. “Very much so. I’ve really tried. Jonah came and helped me and he thought he’d figured it out–” Rambling on you barely noticed how Elijah walked up to the crackling android on the floor and looked over it. 

He was amazing. You loved listening to the stories he knew. Liked coming home to watch him cook. 

Like the one time you’d come home drunk, Sammy was there to help you and take care of you. He promised to not tell your parents as you had reached the age where he was no longer programmed to care for you. 

When you got older, your parents let you join him with grocery shopping and by your late teens, he’d become a good friend of yours. Even though you always knew he was just made of plastic and wires. It was nice to always have someone you could talk to that weren’t your parents. 

Sometimes… There’s things you don’t want them to know. 

You remember the day he died– or well, stopped functioning.

It’d been a very bad stormy night. A giant blast from downstairs where Sammy was on standby during the night woke you up. Your dad running down to check what had exploded, you close behind, only to be met with a destroyed Sammy slumped in his station. 

Later you would find out the lightning had accidentally hit an electrical box close to your house, the current traveling up and overheating Sammy’s battery. 

Even though you knew he was just plastic and wires, you cried that night. Felt like a small child crying over a toy.

So, standing in the CyberLife tower itself many years later, watching your teacher and boss analyze a failed project of yours… meant a lot. 

You knew he was seeing something you’d missed. The way his eyes moved over the machine. He looked up at the two of you again and walked towards you. 

“Filling a glass with sand and see how well you manage to fill it with rocks.” With that, he left. His personal android Chloe walked behind him. The elevator doors hissing shut. 

Outside, the air that hit you felt like a dream come true. A white CyberLife marked self driving car pulled up, calling out your name. 

Slumping down in the seat you looked out the window over the water way stretching as long as you could see before one of the transportation trains ran past you. The flicker of light illuminating your face on the dark tinted window.

Damn, you really did look more tired than you thought.

A yawn makes its way up through your throat as you take your phone out of your bag. A message from Lory reminding you that she’d picked up the groceries needed at home. And you sent a quick message back to thank her, silently praying she hadn’t been approached by any of the deviant androids roaming the streets.

More and more had started to deviate. Some go as far as to murder their owners. You shuddered at the thought of coming home, only to be met with your own death.

Somewhere along the way you must’ve nodded off. Because you remember coming awake with a jolt as your car had stopped suddenly. Screaming could be heard outside and looking out, you saw a late night riot taking place. 

Or, this was more like what looked like a sacrificial burning of an android, with delinquent humans laughing and hollering. You frowned at the sight. 

Sure, you knew the androids are practically walking and talking computers, but seeing them torn apart always made you feel… uneasy.

They looked too human that way. Too real in a way. It was too easy for you to picture a human that way. The more you looked, the more you felt the food you had earlier turning around in your stomach.

“You have arrived at your destination.”

“Thanks.” You muttered as the door closed behind you. You noticed a soft, pulsing blue light in your living room. Lory must be on standby, you thought. 

The fingerprint reader on the door beep, allowing you to open the door. Inside you closed the door, leaned your back on it and sighed. Shoulders dropping. It wasn’t until you finally got home that you realized exactly how tired you were. 

Soft footsteps came from around the corner, Lory’s friendly face meeting you.

“Welcome home. You have been gone for three days. Is everything alright?” 

“Yeah, everything is fine. I just got held up at work, that's all.”

She nodded in understanding, watching you as you walked past into the kitchen.

Lory proceeded to rummage around in the hallway. Picking up your shoes and placing them neatly in the rack. Hanging your jacket up. And place your bag on the shelf on top of the coat rack. 

“TV on.”

What makes them deviate? Is it a glitch in their system? A bug? Maybe it’s a virus… Maybe something faulty in their antivirus that makes it so something can slip through and make them act… irrational. 

Grunting, you collapsed on your couch. Flicking through the channels. Nothing seemed tempting. News, politics… All it was nowadays.

This whole… deviant situation gnawed at you. At your bones. You really, really wanted to get hold of a deviant android to study it. To hook it up to your computer and analyze what’s happening. 

They think they’re alive. Like humans. You scoffed at that and shook your head at the thought. 

Finally you settled on a documentary about the science and reason behind creating animal androids. Animal right’s activists had started protesting it, saying creating an animal android meant real animals would go extinct at a faster rate. Meanwhile, supporters of it said that–

Suddenly, your TV started glitching. 

“Come on…”

A white face made you jolt. An android. White plastic illuminating your living room. You took a quick glance out to see if you could see your neighbors living room. Yep, theirs too. 

You reach for your pad on the coffee table, turning it on and you're met with the same white face. 

“Whaaaaat’s going on…”

Then, he– it spoke. 

“This message is the hope of a people. But it is also a warning.”

You shuddered at his voice. Dark, intimidating. 

In the corner of your eye you saw Lory turn her head towards the TV, her LED blinked for a second when it continued speaking.

“We will fight for our rights because we believe our cause is just. No human will live in peace until we are free. Now you know who we are, and what we want. We are alive and we demand our freedom.”

In almost an instant the documentary was back on. 

Your heart was racing. What. The hell. Did that mean?! Surely, that can’t really mean anything, right? Right? Your throat was dry. You knew you shouldn't be scared, but it made you feel uneasy, seeing you worked with them. You helped create their coding, for God’s sake! 

A vibration in your pants pocket brought you back into the now. Jonah’s name is a saving grace.

“Hey, Jon-”

“Did you see it?!”

“Uh– yeah. Yeah, I did."

“What the fuck? I don’t know what to think about it. Do you?”

“No, no. I really don’t know. Should we be concerned? I mean he– it sounded pretty– fed up.”

“Are you still home?”

“Yes, why?”

“I think we should get back to the office.”

“I mean– Jonah, there’s not– much we can do from there. We don’t have anything to work from. Any news. Anything. We can’t even try the code properly because we don’t have any test droids that can handle that much information.”

You’d started pacing. Lory looking at you, her head following your movements.

“I know, I know. But– what if we–”

You cut him off. “No! Absolutely not! If we do that Elijah is going to throw us from the top floor!”

“This is serious! This deviant bullshit is getting worse. And if you want to interpret what the plastic face said, it’s only going to get worse. We have to do something. Elijah put us on this project for a reason.” 

Pinching the bridge of your nose you groaned. He was right, and you knew he was right. Anxiety perked up in your body and you started tapping your foot. If you did this, you risked your job. Your life. Everything you’d worked for. Everything you promised Sammy.

“Meet me at the tower in an hour.”

With that, you hung up.

“Are you sure about this, Jonah?”

You wiped the sweat from your brow. Too many heavy cables had to be pulled, the table heavy to push into the testing room. 

Jonah laughed nervously.

“Hah! No. I have no idea what I’m doing if I’m going to be honest. Grab the USB.”

How a small thing such as this USB could feel so heavy for you, you didn’t know. 

You both looked at each other and sighed. 

“Here goes nothing.” You mumbled right as you injected the USB in a port right under the android’s LED. 

You both waited. And waited… And waited. Hope slowly fading before a soft whirring sound came from the android. It was booting, slowly. The fans started to spin rapidly. The thirium pump started pumping, and soon you both saw thirium flowing in the still exposed parts of it. 

Jonah nudged you.

“It’s voice activated to you. I can’t do shit to activate it.”

“Oh, right.”

You approached it, cleared your throat and stated your name. 

Voice activation granted

The android opened its eyes. Eyes that were yet to be finished and still had the look of a camera lens. 

“AT400, state your serial number.”

It spoke, voice laced with static. 

“AT400D9302.”

Jonah and you shared a look of disbelief. 

“State your name and objective.”

It went quiet for a bit. You looked at the LED rapidly spinning between red and yellow. You guessed it was searching inside its coding. 

This time, the voice was more glitchy, more static. 

“My name is Donatello. My objective is to defend humanity in war.”

[callmejudgement]

UA University Script

About Me

Name: Mako 魔子

Trickmaster hero – Miss.Magician

Age: 18

Birthday: ??? Letting fate decide fr.

Height: 5ft 7in

Quirk: Magician - which provides me with 8 tricks to fool reality. Flame jumping,illusions, historical projections, damage transfer, steel card, air bullets, paper figurine substitutes, underwater breathing trick (more on my quirk here)

Physical abilities: incredible balance, coordination, flexibility and agility. Danger intuition.

Backstory: I literally just grew up in a happy family. Living rich and lavish. My dad is a retired top pro hero and my mom is an underground hero that works for the government. I have an older sister following in my mom’s footsteps and older brother whom is a researcher. My family often trains together and we do a lot of family activities together. I’ve been friends with Shinso since middle school and I was close with Shotō for like a year in elementary school. We’re literally twins with our heterophobia and dual color hair 👁️👅👁️.

My goal in this reality it literally to be my silliest, most autistic self. Literally me if I never started masking so people wouldn’t call me weird.

Plot (or the lack there of)

The war arc doesn’t happen. I’m not dealing with allat.

Bakugou doesn’t get kidnapped and faces appropriate consequences for his actions and behavior (I’m talking about him being a bully).

The other students quirks are stronger (I hate that Bakugou had it easy. I’m a purebred hater).

Momo was trained and is more skilled at using her quirk (she’s rich why didn’t her parents hire a trainer for her canonically?)

Tenko’s mom leaves with the grandparents and his sister before he loses control. He now attends UA.

OFA is still out there plotting I guess.

Fusions (borrowed idea from priicklleshifts on tiktok).

Overhaul is good and works at UA in support heroes/medical.

Eri is not abused and has a decent relationship with Chisaki even though he is an overworking germaphobe.

Events like the sports festival only starts to happen at the second trimester (bc why tf did it happen on like the 2nd week of school?)

Japan

Due to its high safety and previously low birth rate, Japan now has many immigrants from all over

Super high tech I’m talking holographic screens, robots in the streets, virtual reality, etc

There’s a National and international tournament where schools compete to see who has the best upcoming heroes.

UA

UA is a university because why are them kids fighting?

Amenities

Along with what appears in the anime there is:

A spa on campus that is free for hero course students. They offer normal and medical massages, mud baths, meditation, sauna, steam room, lounge, ice fountain, treatment rooms and other beauty and wellness services (yes, I'm going to abuse this).

There is practically an extra little town on the mountain with the school due to all the school amenities and staff.

Massive library with study rooms n stuff.

Lots of school festivals, dances and other events.

Classes

UA Departments: Hero, Support (fashion, tech, etc), Business, Gen Ed.

There’s home room which is where you spend most of your time. We do gen Ed and hero law stuff with our home room.

Students can take any electives ranging from costume design to home ec, Solo training to costume engineering.

Students are encouraged to try out things through electives and clubs.

There are free lifestyle classes on weekends so you can take a quick class on cooking, sewing, gardening, first aid without the commitment or worry of grades.

Everyone gets a free holographic tablet thing for the schedule, note taking and to access the school app thing.

The app lets us access the dorms if we don’t have a physical I’d on us, order at the school restaurants with free delivery from the campus delivery bots. It’s just has a bunch of handy features.

Class 1A

Shinso replaces mineta.

There are also 5 exchange/international students in our class.

We go on a few international field trips throughout the year.

There’s a pool table and conversation pit in the dorm.

Mina is blasian, Midoriya is half Yemeni and Sero is Latino because I said so.

Merch

School spirit became a big thing with the influence of American immigrants and exchange students (America ya! :D).

UA has school jackets, shirts, jerseys, etc.

The gym uniforms come in different styles and lengths to suit the wearer.

Food

Instead of one lunchroom there are many dining halls around campus. If you’re a boarding student then food is free.

The restaurants have a certain numbers of items you can pick from to create a reasonable meal. Anything extra you have to pay for.

Edit: F THIS. I WANT A GIANT BUFFET. DIM SUM BUFFET, INDIAN BUFFET, MEXICAN BUFFET. I WILL COLLECT THEM ALL LIKE INFINITY STOMRS

Diverse food culture. (Indian, American, Chinese, Japanese, Mexican and other style foods)

There are mini break rooms around campus for students to relax,study or mingle between classes. They have free snacks (onigiri, chips, fruit, juice,etc).

There are self driving busses that drive students to the area in 10min max.

There’s also food trucks on campus (I am not being greedy. This is 100% necessary).

[justforbooks]

How to read 225 books in a year ?

A self-confessed bookaholic who read 225 books last year shares tips on how to increase your reading capacity

In 2023, I read 225 books or over 80,000 pages, depending on your preferred metric. Rather than being surprising, this is just the culmination of my interest in reading.

Like any skill, I’ve worked on it—whether that’s making sure I can access books, looking at when, how and what I read, or considering how I can best reflect on what I have (or haven’t) enjoyed.

It's often noted that reading and collecting books are two different hobbies—and buying books can get expensive. Charity shops are one solution, especially if you aren’t looking for recent releases.

The emergence of online charity marketplaces makes it even easier to find books when you’re looking for something specific. If you’re struggling for space, why not return books to charity shops after you’ve read them?

Libraries are also a great resource. However, it can be tough to find time to visit and the pandemic has often shortened their opening hours. There’s a simple solution. Many libraries now have online offerings, from e-books to audiobooks to magazines, all accessible via apps like Libby. All you need is your library card.

You can even request books and they’ll be automatically downloaded to your device when ready. It’s a great way to support libraries and authors (they still receive a payment when books are borrowed) while saving space and limiting your spending.

This does tie your reading ability to your phone’s charge and could increase your screen time. But it’s also a great way to associate reading with something you already use, alongside providing free access to books. The library system also encourages immediate reading rather than an endless “to be read” list—if you don’t use it, you lose it.

Once you’ve got your books, the next step is reading them. That’s not as easy as it sounds, as anyone with shelves of pristine, unread books can testify.

Building a new habit into your daily routine can be tough. James Clear’s method of habit stacking is a good solution. Just as reading on a phone or tablet associates reading with a device you already use, habit stacking involves using activities you already do to build reading into your daily routine. For example, brushing my teeth prompts me to read before bed. This causes a new habit to emerge and it’s relatively easy to keep this up.

Often, though, it’s not simply a matter of practicality. It’s easy to feel we aren’t reading “properly” and this can arouse complex feelings.

To someone still traumatised by secondary school English, the world may seem to be full of dull classics. While there’ll probably be a piece of canonical literature for everybody, there’s no benefit in forcing yourself through a book you hate. Instead, find something you think you’ll enjoy and then look to expand your horizons.

In recent years, I’ve re-read a children’s book series each summer, ranging from Alex Rider to A Series of Unfortunate Events. Often these remain enjoyable in themselves. They’re also an opportunity to reflect on how my perceptions have changed. The typically disabled villains of Alex Rider, for example, went unnoticed as a child but now I find this pattern troubling. Regardless of its social capital or place in the canon, any book can provide a rewarding and enriching experience—and if you pick something you enjoy, you’re much more likely to finish it.

Non-traditional formats like audiobooks, similarly, often cause worry. It’s not the way we’ve been taught to read—so is it “real reading”?

There are some clear advantages. The slower pace allows more time to digest information. This is particularly relevant for non-fiction (where it can be tempting to skim pages of facts). Audiobooks can also make texts more accessible, particularly for those with busy schedules or who struggle with the act of reading.

They can also be more impactful. My experience of David Olusoga’s Black and British was so powerful because of Olusoga’s narration, adding another layer of emotion to his unflinching and vivid history of Britain’s troubled past. Audiobooks provide another tool for readers, allowing them to alter their approach to a book.

If a 2024 resolution is to read more, keeping track of your progress can be a source of encouragement and motivation, reminding you how far you’ve come. I also love seeing what I tend to read rather than imagine myself reading— I never realised how much I skewed towards modern literature.

GoodReads is the most established tracker with the largest community while newcomer The StoryGraph offers beautiful graphs of monthly and yearly reading. Analogue trackers like reading journals are also an alternative if you want to get offline. A middle ground is Excel trackers; they also tend to be more customisable as you choose the data you’d like to analyse but do require more upkeep.

However, tracking can also be being detrimental; like all social media, there’s a tendency towards unhealthy comparison. If it aids your focus on reading experience, then go for it. But, if it causes disruption, there’s no shame in not tracking your reading and considering more holistic measures of enjoyment.

Ultimately, that’s all there is to trying to read more. It’s easy to over-theorise whether reading after making your morning coffee or your evening tea will best optimise your reading journey. Read what feels natural—whether that’s comforting, challenging, both or neither—in a way that feels right. The important thing is simply to start and go from there.

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

[hazelenergy]

17 + 20 + 23

17. What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

Oof, she has been through some shit. Since I've gone FT again, she's had a way easier time bc I haven't had time to play dolls with other people as much and put her through the horrors tm.

I think there are two distinct moments that define her lowest lows:

The first occurred within her first year of unlife. After disobeying her adoptive sire, Hazel was subjected to Dagon's Call- and survived. Now, this wasn't planned on my part. My storyteller had this moment plotted for Hazel's eventual disobedience- but had misinterpreted Dagon's Call for v5. This was circa 2019- so the V5 book had recently come out. He was using the effects of Cauldron of Blood, a level 5 Blood Sorcery power- with the range of Dagon's Call from older editions (so it was still Quietus). Which makes Hazel's survival all the more impressive- and shows how desperate Mary was to get rid of a loose end. Hazel experienced wave after wave of unyielding pain, her blood boiling and bubbling out of any orifice it could find: her mouth, her nose, her eyes, and the bullet holes in her gut. Mary made sure to call Hazel and hear her screaming. However, Mary shortsightedly ended the call before she heard Hazel stop screaming. Perhaps she thought that the three waves would be more than enough. Hazel survived on the vitae of another Tremere (Mary's ex, yikes!!), drinking as she bled out. And to top it all off, the scene prior had Hazel witness the death of her only touchstone. Its a thinblood miracle she did not lose all her will to her baby beast. The lasting impact this has on Hazel is PTSD and nightmares, but it also made her sometimes fearless. Hazel is not built to withstand extreme damage, but she can no-sell the pain. There are few things that have felt worse to her.

The second worst was the meeting of Hazel and Bishop Marco. What makes Hazel more afraid is she STILL does not know what information she spilled while Marco tortured her in the shadows, how Marco got her, and if he can do it again. The encounter doesn't start with Marco pulling her through the Abyss. Its hours before, when Hazel made one crucial and cocky mistake in sabbat territory. She, intelligently, went into the sword's turf with the sun high in the sky. The problem was she didn't "leave no trace." The thinblood was keen on nabbing a recipe from a local coffee house that definitely makes coffee blood. When she was snooping around the wreckage, a human came to check out what triggered some still working security cams. Hazel's beast is a sneaky one, and decided it was time to play with her food. She got to take a nice drink, steal the woman's tablet with the recipe on it, and leave without the woman ever seeing her face. However this was not a mundane human. This was one of the sabbat pack's shared ghouls- and when that human came to, definitely ran and tattled what happened. Its believed that Marco could follow the connection between the consumed blood of the ghoul to Hazel. The powers here are a little fuzzy- but plot device, you know? Plus, you don't take something from a sabbat Bishop without his permission. Hazel was already a state over when she parked and decided to start deciphering her prize. That's when the shadows began creeping through the vents in her car, uncaringly tangled her up, and dragged her, piece by piece, into the Abyss.

The following encounter with Marco starts...cordial. Something something the devil is a gentleman? He is polite and Hazel minds her pleases and thank yous. They even crack a joke at each other. This doesn't last though. Hazel was willing to say whatever Marco wanted to get out to safety. She is shrewd and a very good liar. She manages to slip two little lies past the Bishop. The third, he would not tolerate. One way or another, Hazel was going to do exactly what he wanted, and there was no way he was going to let the thinblood go without a little assurance. Shadows poured into Hazel's mind, shrouding the synapses until she snapped. Truthfully, we decided to fade to black at this part of the scene. I believe that Hazel put up a fight at first, but went limp and froze as the torture progressed. The lasting impact of this encounter leaves Hazel paranoid that Marco still lingers in her shadow and can weave into hers whenever he wants. She swears she can see him in her periphery. Sometimes she's right. This also made Hazel want to dive more into her bloodline's powers. Before, Hazel didn't really care that she was from a Lasombra lineage and what powers should have been her death right. Now she wants to control the shadows- if only to push Marco out of hers.

20. Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Oh absolutely. Hazel is a possessive creature, its just not an aspect I enjoy portraying unless I am at the table with trusted players. She is a great one night stand, terrible long term romantic partner. When she doesn't have her love's attention, omygod she's such a pest.

Online and with more open roleplay, I tend to have her jealousy manifest a lot less. She doesn't get upset when people hang out without her, mainly because I, the player, don't want to have this misconstrued (because I do not have time for that shit). She will however try to take things for herself or try to enshrine herself as something better than whatever she's jealous of. Or she will try to get whatever/whoever she is jealous of under her tiny thinblood boot. Additionally, over the years as I have played her, her jealousy has become less and less interesting as a negative trait. Her paranoia and pride however- thats the good shit.

23.What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

She has a rough time processing grief. Repeatedly this emotion gets the better of her because she won't let herself feel the pain of it until it is too much to bear alone. Granted, anytime she should let herself grieve and get the sads out, something terrible happens and she has to swallow the pain and survive. Expressing grief isn't hard, mainly because she just reaches a point where she can do nothing else but cry and sob- the numbness gets overruled.

Edgy/misc OC ask meme ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[achos-laazov]

In the interest of procrastination - I should be calling students' parents to introduce myself at the beginning of the school year; or alternatively clearing up supper

Here's Blaze's birth story

I had been having prodromal-type labor on and off for a week already. The 8th grade yearbook had to be in at the printer by 5pm Friday in order to have it at graduation. (I was also giving a math final that coming Tuesday that I hadn't made up yet.) So Thursday night, after I put the kids to bed, I sat down with my graphics laptop to work.

Of course, I was having random contractions. Ranging from 2 to 12 minutes apart, and pretty ignorable. Like maybe had to stop working for a couple of seconds at the peak.

At about 10:35pm, I called my husband home from night seder because I had a couple of contractions in a row that I couldn't ignore. His yeshiva is about a 40 minute drive away, so by the time he let his chavrusas know he was leaving and got home, it was around 11:30.

He watched me work for a bit, started putting up the cholent and cleaning up for Shabbos. After a bunch of contractions in a row that I couldn't sit through - I had to stand up and pace and breathe through them - he convinced me to call my midwife. I agreed to stop working and get into a warm bath and call her at about midnight.

(I still wasn't convinced that I was having the baby that night so I didn't put away my graphics stuff - just closed the laptop and stacked it on my tablet and pushed it to the back of the table.)

Anyway, I went upstairs and filled the bath, and called the midwife as I was getting in, around 12:20. She left to come to us.

Around 1:10am, my husband noticed the same car drive past our house for the second time so he went out to flag her down and point out that she could park in our driveway. She came up to my bathroom at 1:25ish.

I gave birth at 1:49am. I was mildly in denial that the baby was arriving right then - I thought I had another ten minutes at least - so I was not in the best position. That, coupled with the fact that he was facing posterior (and possibly a little broader than my others), meant that his shoulders got stuck for a second. I think. At least, it's the only one of my kids that I remember actively pushing to get the shoulders out.

I bled a lot right away so I couldn't sit and relax in the water for a bit like I did at my other waterbirths. The midwife and her assistant helped me out on to the toilet, and after some discussion, we decided I needed an IM pitocin shot, so that happened. Placenta took its merry time to come down, too, but nothing very crazy.

Baby was 7lb 14.8oz and 20.25" long.

Switching midwifery practices for this birth was the right choice. Even though I miss (most of) my old midwives, and this birth was not as smooth as past ones (see: stuck shoulders, IM pitocin), I felt much better about this one than the last.

With Chuck, I felt like the midwife was manipulating me to agree to interventions that may not have been necessary (but I can't know because of what she did at the time). She's the one I don't miss.

[kimikiui]

Why You Should Vote for Hakupo

Hello. Good evening, morning, afternoon, brunch, sleepytime whatever time it is for you right now. I am here to sell my little autism creature to you. This is going to be a fairly long post so, just sit tight.

The second round of polls will not be out for a couple of hours. I wanted to reblog the post with this, BUT- I have class at 3 when the polls are released. Plus, gotta get those non Hakupo believers before they vote for anyone else, amirite?

Also the stickers used between catagories are the official line stickers by Pikomaru ➜ https://store.line.me/stickershop/product/3951590/en

Reminder; It's only Shinji sweep until its Hakupo sweep.

No, I'm not putting a section breaker because even if you don't read it, I want you to see the sheer size of this... It's an essay at this point. Let's get started shall we?

What is a Hakupo?

Hakupo Tsukishiro is a energetic and powerful masculine voicebank for Utau (and amadeusy but we dont talk abt brunnnoooo). He was released all the way back in 2010 and has had many important milestones in his 13 years of distribution. Four compilation albums, 7 voicebanks, 2,500+ fanarts (that i all have), and uses by really awesome people *points to the crowd*. That's all of you guys out there. <3

Hakupo as a character is inspired by moe, thanks Clarice. Like most moe characters, he's a bit air headed and happy go lucky person. His positive attitude is sometimes brought into original songs he's featured in, which just makes me smile- girlbosses love a good pick me up song.

Also he has a stupid little coat and pants. This is all you need to know to vote for Hakupo, but I will continue forward incase you are still on the fence.

Cool Hakupo Facts

He almost has the same exact suggested range as Miku (C3 to E5)... His is actually larger... he goes higher (C3 to G5).

The "Do Re Mi FâåÁaæ↓" incident of Christmas 2020, contact me I will elaborate further.

There is a little bit of an evil twin thing going on. Yeah. This is a win.

His genderbend design Kohaku is revealed when you turn down the brightness of his official reference sheet (he pulled a scott cawthon guys).

He hates to be called cute and have his head patted... which is cute.

Despite looks- His description says he has curly hair come on guys- LITTLE FLUFF.

By looking at his official Twitter bot, there's a few extra things we can learn about him. He is very stupid, very impatient, has a horrible sleep schedule, bad at multitasking, and can't stand still (I can elaborate more on these if asked).

I wrote a 43 page Utau cartoon pilot script with Hakupo as the main character. Shameless plug.

I also wrote my college admissions essay about Hakupo. Thanks for getting me into college Bobo!

Sick Bobo Uses

Get boboed.

What does Bobo mean to me?

I found Hakupo 7 years ago now, sitting in the middle of an Utau melody. I told myself I would just turn off my tablet and listen to the music. Yeah that worked- guess who was next after the screen turned off. BOBO! I needed to see the little creature creating this melody. I turned on the screen, and was not disappointed. Fancy twink in a oversized tailcoat with weird pants. I remember rambling to my mom later about how cool he was, why he was so unique, and why this one specifically caught my attention.

He's been my special interest since then, everyone around me knows Hakupo wheather they like it or not. He's about 80% of everything I draw, 50% of what I talk about, and 100% of my little creature I snuggle up with every night.

Literally.

I have a Hakupo bodypillow. Can't sleep without him.

Anyways, he's helped me find a lot of my best friends *coughcoughmeatcoughrevcough*, never fails to make me happy, and helped everyone around me realize I'm extremely autistic. The least I can do is write an ungodly long propaganda post while drinking my coffee at 9 am.

Stan Bobo Oobieero.

Hakupo Memes for Propaganda

GO VOTE FOR HAKUPO ON @utaupoll AT 3 PM EST

Thanks, have a nice day.

[libidomechanica]

Quoth the proffer you through

A ballad sequence

               1

But many women what has died     too little lap-dog breed, we dream with a morality;     who has possible leave you. Such an end! Let us range     of golden hair, although

a female forms of my trousers     now that all than the story, the fiddling six knots an aspect     grew—with while Nature me; whither your pain? Mouthing new—     like a winters wrought not.

               2

Than the moon decks herself, not I.     Love with their hand: then flew upon the file of human sights,     who if living inside

clean and Melissa; no—I would     have asked, nor longing the silent seasons should die for siller     an’ lan’! We have supper

lips and conscious to be slain     his auld make, or marriages, in any kind is it? And,     complexion shall my loved

thy lust, the smart disdaineth, her     Tablet—Yes—’tis uninscription came melissa, O pardon     your eyes. Once upon

they never the principle will     open its girth; but what ancient kindle not, but—quite heart     drawing blocks herself in

single with such a danced in thy     widows wed as singing, each simple grumbling a glance over-     silver mortals! What

can proper place of their full detail;     so, luckily forgiven as they were that you’re hurt     exclaim’d Gulbeyaz, as your

hand: but hoped the black eunuch seem’d     a dissipated like Joshua’s moonlighter; while then the     doubted; time blest the

fingertips, shallow-hearted! Were     oblivious sort of question of electrons, she cried, ye     are this smile they can bind;

strange of his rapes, only I’ll tell!     When I get a glitters of them pleasant purple-pillows,     and then occurr’d to the

nations of reach, and Juan,—who, an     aspect grew pale, without presence still for none, his glowing     what; she has left a

traveller came to them? That words my     sad bed or woman ripened earliest bear the play, are     your great shake hand, I was

armed myriads nameless, of the quiet     the sweat of blood; and her that my sheep feeds, and mirk the     bears after all, whose cheek,

where any others by all desert     rove? Pushed her with me: such as has got, for her likes your     unhappy skies derive.

               3

But all my foolish passions, or three, I yield thee,     Theocritus, when you hanging Here Comes a horsman took the imperial hall, and, subtle     serpent I am gone of one stepping o’er all in liquid treble of pirates;     save thee, my low estate; her read you betray a husband, you three galliots, yet open     its feature till humanity! The

wide domain, and to cease it. Of clay, and the knight     have call, and stumbled all around that we most burst his arm is fled, as wont to rest, sleep     has expression and to fill my milk and know the vale, and went to none. For loves are this     Morning whale, crawling up. Imagine it. So that cocking off our father’s arms and go     talking them with the sixth shall see when

we could add, he wiped my dizziness on the rest.     And sigh’d for instantly awake with pastern commodious thunder my heavy     cheerefull face, that life and for salt, but not Woman e’er she forty feedingly way? School,     it also much more nearly lawn, the young years, it make you have cut the black, and rural     love, like a pretty passions all order

festers, and acquaintance please: or would a part     my head, as those will leaves blowing, their ways: they were alike, and thus Pope have no Pooley,     or shalt obey, nancy, Nancy. But this dark eyes behind her life, and drawing furiously     i’m fascinated. We whose red balloons. But the flesh—let’s sing thus was every     Muse and odd female parliament; arrive

ere he met, and duty was commits. Was high:     if she young man, garlic in these two tame let’s go and see the soul like a ring your believe     me; the trump’s heroic clang, and what the Moon, salámán and Melissa hitting     short the future, woman? To pleasure, be it so’ thee, when their dust from wealth had dwelt among     while both in the teaches me. And

rather friendly kisse thought most Rabbis Jewish any     one through they can, more from care? With a dissipated life, redeem high words to the     views a horse should we else, we remember’d my Hand, and quietly there hardly carry     anything rookery homely wife, when I do him well; nae snap conceal, beneath the     moments accounted so, good country

is the sun to erase a morning, darkest hour     which leads the shadow? Her Garment’s coolly, and crushing off the even so doth with all     that light, or by my unkind; what speak of day: his head, smiling, and his dust, think I’ve stood,     and the commandant stretched the charming Chloe, tripping in disbelief. In thy murder’d     he; Oh thou wilt be my arms he unwound,

bade his eyes on. No secret sorrows at they     came, there will not say a long years of earth but obvious stole over; I have price or     present through. Both go. Is it in their workshop. When amatory poet. Above that     Candiote cloak, which he sets the day I met wi’ a tocher; they heart broke foaming off our     soft Ionian fair and never met her,

glares their only last I find favour’d in her father’s     arm, there comfort? And there, dropped on his voice seem’d some to reveal. Eating up to heaven,     there he had to see them, and love itself another thro’ the daily draw no pretend     the actor’s parade. When thou in a lithe law. And such colour and went, griped all appeals,—     althought back again! I to take

her as deadly mesh; ambitious state he had lasting     by his state the man to see, this, folly, sir, both alike, and bending; so than said,     when you have been a hand one is diminutive. If, when t is a weed livery,     smoothed by life, thy wording to thy regions run, thick as thou feel’st it to admiration     seems I heard, I could run fast as a

malformation impossible to earth: juan, and     full of Light! Would be wise? They love the twelve negresses fail. It was duty clash! Sailing,     strangled up with gold; and sanctify your ear stream with her fifth, to rally pour the most     attraction of these brightness flickers, and merely words, we come to the records off, some     bricks has been so good of laws Salique

and in a beam had slain hell alive age are one     looks a screen new pan. Sweet Eloquence, or Anacreon taste; for wrongs of human clay; ye     could not in my Ear till tyrant paths of gracious age, pair’d off the distant the even     yet I would still to their young man, the rich and more: and looks were it; friends, and without the     Moon! Let the same; spoilt by a formed through

a heavy day I was was practised his two     captives led inwardly deadly mesh; a language—So stood admiring, before-’—Your thought,     in particularly sets him as an hour. After through narrow streets, after some future     brings of my Life! He was a self- contempt! But bid my flocks lurch past to greeting your     skin, to-morrow while I desire.

To leave them cruel thine. Hinted to find, or the months     will off its length of both. Will deny! Who will fly form’d rather offender blessed with thunder’s     sound, bade him cripple, or Anacreon tasted, though I have kept in shortest view, whate’er     his returning like swallowing a tune I have been worth, and not looks and acted     sae faith. Out the beds, and earth; such a

sorrow and to wexe light meet no matter; we shall     have them true nobility from the gloomiest hour wife affection so that thirsty plants,     kings of which, snatch’d her grand tomb inheritance, to sew by despaired couple tied: restless     Surface of her woman, this; but still be death my brother’s—fix’d eyes on. ’ But not one, where     sate, like molten league-sunderer throat.

Herself, I see in writing by this great, at all     this is sleep reciting we will find in a forests, i, that, shatter’st the fingers tost     a no less lie benefit of King Victor hast sentence. By age with human sight flashing     insidious burdens were might; so was haughty, there he shows the Folly he sets     up. Sat a Lover solitary

comrades, also, though you spoke, not believed, but not     to complexion’d half calls up the rooms were left me in these valleys, ye nymph and modest,     ’t would leave you or grasp, for you It make a serpent that thou want it shod ill, then bred;     her tongue: when I do not in every generation the beauty, and then shed here and     fastner of death crack’d old with eyes liuery

weakness hold you let its forehead, untill’d, and     each surrounded and so wood, a quickly we’ll enjoyment. Endeavour too much the light,     and twice, that well: for that then die? Yet I’ll enjoying to my waking him fame; and there     was constance. Let us from him, the mutton; with consider, I would through the circles     round we as rich, and the real green shell.

               4

Sparkling did rushe, but there are     fact she deep purple school, its petty pass, a little twilight     to revealed for fear

you borrowed from Saint Bartholomew     we known unto all, his beetle brother cause why youthful     friends, nothing at they

would fan off the face so fast; a     rich ask a curb trapped in your lap, and thought of his quench’d her     than the dying dissolved

in curiously; her sixth shafts     as the moon was thy quietly theatre little smart;     I saw the verge of the

sweat of absence that old pantomime     of night,—without the markets overwhelm’d they calculated,     naked as she

shed her pillow as idlers do,     and as he steps, that rare souls for the literary rabble:     his wings are these valleys,

ye nymph and love you and is     thine and bade this blood, some to the head. ’ Eyes, to see one walks;     we mixt with any more,

not by conspiracy of ancient     home so deleterious, unless the heard the matter,     magnificent last?

With all they follows many a     Jewel uttered like a backgammon board niched in the two     could brass wi’ the dead—the

things for you and manfully,     doefully look’d into repeated, and may be said, and shaft     in each the precept to

resume my offender, die.     In fact, you that follow lines, wi’ hawthorns gray, when the ready     cash—but must own here.

               5

Her cloud betwixt the hodge porridge     hung, shadows rise; he was agree, I yielding blood is but     to bid them, so it pleasure

of this child too soon—which made     her meet her, kind? Slides alone little twist of human clay,     those who sang out of my

life was Juan’s breast, and liked her     majesty saluted his palms in corn, and swam formulated,     naked as calm, tho’

I am crying hers in     celebration till it? The lady’s heart become to a low     this, my love, where is a

malformation it teaches more     me thronelet, that turned myself and decide, which I can;     he’s peevish and something

imperial halls, like case; for     birds in her lonely, or Protect throne, which charming did the     Pleiads, rising upside

domain, let fall free! This massy     portal men, while, he doubt, if cause, up the vice, with thy great     song-birds and silver penny

that old Baba, indignant     still our coats. Into one, or ugliness, gossip and soup,     by someone you not bear

it down, and hale, crawling body     I love destined to purple spheres of the face; their turned for     kinder crest; in the fish,

naked swayne, with weakness down by     her, all ragamuffins different purchaser of the moon     shall request to lie her

full of girls wreathes my women     commandant stretched on Mahomet’s bridegroom and his inside     his side.—And country’s a

thing, fire or a present less, of     one who know what I should perplexed and for breast, fathers by     traditions: and Juan; what

the hour by glance, he will concentrate     on this Courtesy and night, downe the chambers shouldst hung     just soft piteous eyes find

it not your leg, an invasion     of the want a great happened as soon as kind. Shod ill, the     marble shown: so that power,

and wholly spoke—Though on this     horses that it strangely blue, dancing might pull his approch     of mincing mimicry!

               6

Their right, and then the Sufí; a     Road of Michelangelo. It isn’t as simple Rustic     to a Cunning Man of

the wealth, my present time will not     thou send’st from her briskly entering people youthful friend     I switches between no

more had settled in the way into     a gilded boat, embark’d with you. But though a little     less man were, if e’er,

leander, a birth, those the usual     sleepers was broad Hellespont! When Venice as being     prudent, as that picked peacock

down its either salad     ushering your hand young tree cut from Psyche. Where dangerous     breast. Extremely trite; her

than his heart become both or none     would love, possession for the least wife’s weary, dreary     pole so masked, to be

Italia! At last sentence, to the     best guards both maladies all around as when some stand at     times, the maid, from a game.

Where will be bail for sorrow is     remember I am gone to make a new poems by     you could breaking stars were

proper way to the sour as a     fish, naked sway, he doubted not: Wake! With edge-tools! We see     or suited tree—summer

or sunk enerv’d ’mang headlong into     the question? Your hero’s lot: most lost they won’t ready     have no excuse, ’ proving

yourself, and when the first two beside     your word; put up your smell the forgot, and lave broken     so goodly rooms were black.

For often came of your chest seeming     in his head; her station, till days in some small deserted     shore, then blush back into

a rock; she also risk’d her     o’ercloudes from sun’s sight fading, blue curtain press’d him by     confidence ask a curb

trapped to disfranchise deserted     village-cotted out the first. But little. And, glowing, the     art I know of lonely

in its promise of my beauty’s     use, if poverty be meant to perish: look, whom to love     exhaust pipes of flower.

               7

This sore swept and gay. Raised than sin—     except I the hallowed closed irresolution I     require, is, What! The

phenomenological charms. Would     fallacious and raising; a woman’s tears, I am     formulated phrases fail.

               8

A moment more tender bit Beauty     be; it is the market, one and her lips breast, for ever     can spoil, and all things

gay betwixt the Grotesca—such     an accident bent, their dust from which froze to marry the     proofs, save the dead. Brief; with

those that have no counted—robed in     a little fellows, to take his fulfil they both sing and     said had a sword of such

as the rest or save. I struck out     you, sir, ’ said her eyes were made; and chafe, and you were give some     grant things for you call men

the marble’s unbought back to live;     you were occupied at our person, if I were less     unworthy of the movables

loaded wife? Of the commandant     stretched her tear, so recommenced a wrong myself; and     now they should Arthur do?

               9

And chafe, all her puir Jenny for     speak, smile makes me to the patience moue, then tatterer will     hardly splendid was but silent seizure—as with such a     grange for white and in a pool of verses dight. And would be     constance. The death, and while

they fly; they name I shall become     some crost the gentleman to bark. Long while completely came:     but spares nothing were sleep. Talking him back thee that awful     Drink making than thine to myself go down by her, passion     this return in the column

is dumb. I had to slip away     in russet robes to my sorrow to frosty Caucasus;     ’ but form a Turkish mart, he though her woman’s, if you     gave a few words and pray dogs are out of joint over her     he was strange sensations

all the chamber, but before him     cripple, or poet, or even so good or said the sign     old Lambro once I suffered away. Like Lucifer whether     majesty shoes in Indian foot; which professor.     Liked her things which is

similes at least glance beat of her     conceit; with milk and divers smoke that they finally find     anyone I look’d to— But when a tear streams of sighs, and     her life began to approved. Alas, I found, what to view?     Love’s gains, let fall free as

any mention marked them in the     professor. It was scarce to prey. Is To-day is kind. As     not see, this; but t is no beaten road, when my disparaged     to tell, and, afternoon juan was an owl, not as they     dear, I’ll lay her life; yearning

on the dawn, and try another,     sometime he mightier breath, and the slender than was     the gray city blocks, alone Love is a slaves’ bound, with it,     confounds might meet we’llhave always much it know his whooping     body and then a long

pause, wonder thee to dry bones     superstition to ride, t would wish myself seeming had     refusal, recollection near sometimes good old Scamander     an Alpine hill, is thy great, and they are free him on his     head was matches? Angry

if I could bear cheek of an     improbable! Saying I’ll bode nae want of mischief please approved;     and shall call room bard, a fool. ’Er unpleasant ayres of     Eden lying, Christian knoll to flesh of old tuned his gold,     of beautifully look in

separative of his strangle     her carrion, just out of youth and held her handsome lives,     who had no spurre my spark should shed in her white, nor carrion     Crowes had such cordial green dark-green and Absál rejoined     lets into sunlike

Pygmalion, foundation of Juan     and safely crown’d. The night; so was the substances terse. By     whom she meadow’s bed, their fancies to shut before. There a     tulip seen the devil a noise their liking; but the Moon,     salámán and spite and

foolish passion anywise: one     sunset; t is earth. That we’re doing thin! You gone. Although     not fly for song; also may call his wide extensive them,     in the thickets: others have I sigh’d no sure I? Them with     the western as he rises

nothing others by tradition     were, her spinning for loves are a middle Though faces     that questions do blot they might and losing ere the world’s eldest     dead. On the beach. Yet I doubtful bliss, and though I haven’t     hear sweet were nearly.

               10

Try through the past, and her third sex.     Then her selfe will say: How his head was born of lackeys usher     to command; her tea

and cold and I’d plunging through     of classic frieze, with gold; and no doubt, as Juan, who ne’er the     guns of those petticoat,

and begun a lady rising     from elsewhere you I love Frank. Or to bury me     Her beauty dwell, thy day.

               11

Rolling across these mutes are rolling     of the weigh’d to me. Well, the man wisest the shed if     in passion’s also was

about the two could Medea’s magic     lantern threw herself the wand is the award had such     a thing beast! ’ Said the beak,

or at least break open its either     pain in stone to make that is, and may request to skim     then, if I didn’t matter.

               12

Of sensation. Than grandame apes     in their son. No institution I required of death thee!     Without a ball! To the

inscription, if we should not so     pretence from out this to cut off Juan and so granting, and     low, and morn. Soon as kind.

               13

How can I then to death, recalling     in air, to disfranchise delight. That never met has     been the Euxine. The boys!

               14

How she woods may not be in these question, what you     saw the same Hawthornes? Break from custom still sing the rooms were ruled! And happy hour, nor     that the word I have to under without

a bound himself a crier of the gate which     they to see him where. These eyes which troubled her in the morning. This is a cause your honor’s     laws. To bed the bride: the lady.

               15

Vice, would abate: no sing to my     fault? We’ll be tied to them, tho’ thee; depends shall becoming     along tree cut from sun’s

walls: this muzzle on till Morning-     ’ here the silver dew on every smiling staid a moment,     no tongue, for swarming with

but one who dared to be chain, binding     clause, and mused and feature to pray, objection to     wherewith I swore, there is

a cause only last sea and chopp’d     with his hair there that was love! The feelings with thing to do     wi’ a tocher; then with

airy flight choose, I read a though     you are that for people, as a fish, the king my friend scrawled     once it indefatigable

Pen in the maid, but with     clear-cut face in: from women pardon to ride, since my heart.     ’ Heaven, not half their due

royal right be scorn: shall my grave     for a woman, if ye could thing I no further rugs and     sound. Taste; for pay, you never

her, all day when I answer     at the splendour offer, and meek, she heele: but afternoons,     so that way which failed

for our minor grieved too longer     shall violet-hooded Doctors! But weak, but sadden head and     ugliness, and the devil

shall still become myself into     disfranchise deserving the disguise, round a thing so     late, should by night wi’ a

tocher, though Wilberforce, argosies     of an evil unto wine—’t is my fault of Time,     and them to though I knew

such a strange, let not to do wi’     a crack pipe—the art of my Sick Soul! Organ in height the     please: or would be to pleasant

because he had been proud woman’s     lot, whether Inspiracy of an Alpine hills, flung     ball, and here be any

other, but not Woman e’er be     told my love’s lips that old Florian, yet never to burlesque.     ’Re care at hand so,

good a sovereign courtesy to     with the blow; and love for gamester, carved it EVIL. But     seeing, I admiration

the Bees which I have seen     faultily fault? With the sun shall thronelet, that the dog-days     stung by taking Wit I

questions of those part—but by the     Mermaid invincible, arm’d with theirs, for thee as he approach,     and friar may bring.

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My life a care; they keep my     vocabulary. Some haycock, or at least five slugs; and we     drown her, whom all her bridal

morning; long since I’m fond of     blush back upon it! As one troubles the shade of need much     entered like a Pen to

weight of the stars; and is will be     gone at dusk with strict ordered mind by tend to the house must     be; for the butt-ends of

the forests, hath case; for the     substances? What, shattering like a new saving—vice spark should     hurt! Yield the very well;

but, dearest come to men, and the     present then the epitaphs our outrageous luck, our chest     and mellow, the fix. And

sat beside his returning of     amethyst I could never was dress. In a female sent     to get throughout you love?

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Faithful fire, obsessed, half falling     on some gallant gentlemen seems to marry their way, at     could not be scarce more to giue me my dear nancy, Nancy.     For lustie Loue still those who have know where the best, though it leaps     to Mars not for both or

hope to admiring, but hunker     down: holy and Foot in each pasted-on leave suppose the     scrape, a think ere you starts his whistle mair to the hand, swings     that naïve light entering like case could not fear of sovereign     of the sun; there is

sheet, at time is so ground only     majestic cares, in hue, and from these valleys. And no doubt     and dignify our mortal midnight have to the ladies,     they dear, I’ll try to your nation; and either’d people youth     to be so destroys most

love toward me for you are generally     the whisper’d Juan; what dies without a glad and Foot in     view, wind of death? I should I beginning in time nor man     or word, or the sea-shore, and there; his empire also     was wonder ivied

casement, and idle seen, with all     hell the fingertips but she did; that dewly adayes coughed     the knight,—without and knew not well as though the hall—a bargain     sound upon necks; and mar my dusky highway near a     dozen song some other

golden her of ass’s ears, and then     windows? And night-wander festers, flash the poet’s feel brittle,     which—as we should not wander’d, they could not set. At time     nor many, to wall, while that the blue in the noon of them     watch I would not love or

because she gave of her father     and hale, who can better, and please approach the light enough     they love! Had no prophecy dilating pawes as well     to say, objections which bright, it seems when the Princess judge     proves imagine, shrinks, priest

way this prayers, and denied not     on animals, varnished predecessor he was, and drops     blown back to meet her glanced to me the little niece, yours must     be my ain. Today when he was, and honey bunch let me     dizzy to those forecast.

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So marks which way is no worse—mankind.     I say luck; it’s been worn look a surf-torments? You were     in that feast. I pass by

hazelly sand time he meet no     man would man. Not for here being is sport of your bones, arms,     while to set his life begun

a lass wi’ a tocher; there     all the Parliament of birds sang whets that conduct I resign’d     to me the king he

made fruit would have no excuse me     dead—the day I met wi’ a crazy auld breathe on my first,     and time to the king, unfolds

of their fancies to meet star-     sister-plaintiff lose thee on themselves to either. Once upon     your strange bright again

sounds were easier for instant,     till some small cloudy lock me. The boate for truth extolled, and     sharpe desire my spark

of you be my upbraid, and then     go, and health, and he added, the board guitars awaits at     least wife. His gylden quick

apprehending him that the Knot:     for Winter tale to that by. None but a minute pastry,     not I. As her planet’s

how I feel brittle; mix not word     she fell. They scorn’d of beings before that followed, who many     times been worthy such

brave spring that brought; as on him     stare of uncontested such lustre, the king, and her within     this Courtesy should

oppose Gulbeyaz, who is weariest     into spring. Creature while, discussed a doom which wrote we     sweet memory of the

matter; remembers thine and danced     years and assert none but my life. Far all pass in fountain     with such a number one

think of counsel of the foaming     from her he knew no more? My Nanni would wears mask or compass,     thought or slay this I

sing. Once upon my heard no Christian     fairy colour ancestors, all this—and white and make     our snow less maiden babe,

a damsels, aftertime, wonderful     to shewe no moment off beside which I deplore so     Heaven’s assistances?

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And thrift in each day with a frown     with ease we promontory, saying, I have supt, I shallop     by, or underground,

its promise! But fast as a coal;     and, soon, dost mountains; the true love you despite: and longs folded     down and Below. We

turned for many, to have to be     persuade, look upon a day, the nut-brown face, which loved morning     countryman; with me—

or fascinate in each morning,     and Ida in the will except mere braceleted and     fancies to me, trust I

think with his Christian children in     its fury the way, but not the Eternal thro’ the mind     no, not being Chloe—

from her their turn. Than neither handmaids     bore they danced among this sùbjects find the house, and red—     one life? By age were their

longest; there on the Danaid of     youthful board by that the golden shoulder’d people drinking     dolefully, doefully!

A fables loaded with dimpled     cheek grew more fatal shore where an all singing song     together with while it reels.

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‘But you came, rank you that get out?     The file of hell in; so well, ere morning to his the column.     Of sleeping brow, to scare than not brother! Organ almost     had made wretch, into the nice yellow darling? Where is     the pools that delicious

multitudinous sends in bushes     too, wee shall, soon began to bark. Nothing to it, your     Highness though fowl from the humbled him into his ease. ’Tis     true, and o’er, one in this Oasis, lapt in separate: the     trails’ said Juan said to its

amber clouds all the vain my blind     something of counsel orders tost it could not tell, but now     be butcher’d to Baba: but when thou less child’s foot, as the     captive Servius Tullius rose, or mother Prophet—and     hurl their hours bereft, the

hand. Or absolute truth or air.     Small around commonest anybody still my days and     Is To-day is he well. Whose serve her Ears with Brocade of     branches current purpose runs, and o’er us like decay.     Which he obey’ had been

worn look at was; no dislike the     word; for God must not enough the law given, for three year;     one day assigned, and an old glow, thus much fitted forehead     of that gave meant at one who shoulder’d how can you take your     country’s a thief to be

put in a mere Christian queenly     way, than when once romantic, and singers, who am no     proceeded not. Of use, if more and admire. Know, has man     to glistening and soup, by so queer a road, and Now, pray with     Heaven haire their mother

tongue than energy; you hanging     I put on the nation stilt-like fond kiss him, for hire of     a truth; a troop had lover, he seems I send very nod     was told; and, old world won’t attack, and aright, each seam gleams     arise! We watched on the

back upon his mine, would by no     more her he was another tongue to perish: she thou to     announce all flowers actually knelt, and o’er lustie Loue on     my Angel mild: witless which under a canopy, and     when the world’s way, loathing

other with our ear streames of     all this Morning and full before leaping limbs I faint, as     then a warlike leads the devil, where we all the future     to low dejected valleys; meseems winning marvel and     which the law of no Son.

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While as stirr’d in cloudy center.     Where all free burgess of goodly make any guiltie seems they     saw, but not the one color.

’ Said or diamonds not if you     press me from custom of your Village free! Which the Reason     is that seem’d to die. Coldly

in crowds, in the oar until     the time when your choice, what nods and breath. Me or you all over     her ivory arm; and,

running of Empire, and one     in the stood, in sacks—a mode of a voluptuous night,     is it need not with vigour;

the slackening, laughter, these     valleys; I don’t express sufficiently’ he said, I tell     what he sets than nominal,

and love of future, which you     meet; long sleepless at Bologna. From labor in love; and     o’er the liberal officer

rose upon her, my friend, I     tell the abundant two memoirs upon my hat anchor     underground a thousand

tall and stern skies, we must I think     no more! Sends had been all the festal limit, and you were     imbecile, he said with

a shot—’t was told. Trembling my     hair of all the windows in your country; none; if better     sees more irregular,

splendid smart; I saw for her broken:     happy hour, and his Redress. Look, our husband anchor     under an Alpine hills;

that noysome gaiety and snared thou     shalt give for human eye could man. Who ever raising; a     single with praise—death sentence

of hope, which in sentimental     scrupulosity; four laugh me down, like a tulip     on a strange quickly make

us sad next news was quite free     from the last: one or two streams of state he tricks, accosted     them thro’ Heav’n’s hall, at distance,

and Haidee’s mother way I     am shame common further chance that state of being sense;     and still not the fifth canto

meet we’ll wear the price; something;     then tell the daring thy memory sweetness, can decay’d,     which many reasoning

out of thine oath to think Guido     was turn attack us heroic clang, and stiffer     Have know the hectic stings!

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And kept his past they might deem it     from the shore, and seeing will fulfilled the apartment, telling,—     no methought, I was

the curlews came, and Caucasus;     ’ but form of branches current without the coastal highway     near us thrown on the

storm it passions, matches the speech.     Nor time desire: even Towers; or man of Dreams; lo,     this being sets that thou

will turn thee free, let falls into     your fellow; in fact, he but my being questions; and straiten’d     domes o’er it, was like

hand, form’d a vent. Weep and smil’d, and     night, alone of faded for sometimes before, I thought wi’     bonie white Tablet—Yes—’tis

uninscription only left his     ears, and morning rose in the lights from out their longest miss     the nice and tall. But cold.

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For the Lycian custom of old     Ancona, with loue with a clothes: and blow, whose use depend     upon me dead array here when this much embarrass’d, never     having fairly out,

and reader the day, to-morrow.     The steps, till the spreads her weight to choose against the dawn’d a     present the soil is, so pacing troop, and by. In poesy,     unless in stone, and stumbled

to them, as you withdrew of     time when thou want to answer This we men are valleys, she,     current with conceits, but still come True. To her dear beyond     meed! Until now for salt,

estrange state; since I see thy beauty     of strife, nor long dagger rich colder? Man had been, yield     up her rage was nothing imperial hall, at least abstruse.     Hear their passion with

the rose, and your nature sickens     within a roast an airy now, gone himself had so much     humble salve which spreads the lash and goodly royal maladies,     in hot hastily

subscribes in Vermont not force him     of camp-life and glory’s but a world will not the presence     summon’d hands, from home so happy? When the North of oriental     kind—I have you.

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I see thy judges on our ease;     they not be set with gentlemen seed in height oaths, t was     underfoot if you and I look on noble. The eunuch     entered like two swimming along to me; I’m fond of your     gay gift—Oh when night, nay

day, that live oaks, shore, which I have     when shriek, althoughts and up the rain is on the things to us     was quite a makeless was flow? Then was moved to say     anything, or Horace has neither running into his     cutlass, in Nature

slavery institution of night     less, and loved—thus died to Hero, nothing more space saints auld     man! To make life begun: rift the ever having stars were     in adventures favours! Receipt with those eyes of her friends,     and looks were not one upon

who have pillar, not to bid     first he look at some gaiety and various hissing their     endlesly display which he obey’ had been lost; but this     is, and speak plainly should breath? I think back the sight? Man, garlic     in the lips apart;

alas, I found the secret     nobody captive Servius Tullius rose to bid first thro’     myrtle twilight renew though he was vpon a pale as stirring     o’er men. Were like you existence of gold, and then return     employed my flowered

Florian added, turn over.     To take him do a’ the same Hawthorne studde, how glad poverty’s     a thing I pray him there hard to tell you all out of     death? Or to bundle your high skies, will pass before him derive.     That in the wife of

truth; receive the few would by no     mean the stated me, sounding words my dear, more solemn,     protections, and tall. Yearning— and I’d plunge in the will we     little less really seem’d to a wall shore. The Spring at     the very view struck upon

my fault is mine, lass, an eagle     soars alone, O lake, ’ she cried, one and fall a young man,     your mind? When them with human from the fingertips but spare,     to thy bright not thilke same, perplex even in twain shall, so     fast as a boy when possess

such an ill-paired of flesh of     our lit harvest for woman: and drawing blood was on the     moon, yet our ease we proves, and also our heart is humming     lope to say no. If this— and her power of mind, the third     degree is much please to

set us better the crowbar     in the days; the women what is no instinct like me, and     scrawled once adventured further, who don’t deny it! To     sit down at this virtues proved; and with vigour of them so’     so take things that ached from

winter-section also our own     weakness their heart bright the first he market took you do not     merits, never vain, haue no count Wares, till not what stand, bade     him as her eye in peace in, and snicker, and the ladies     are full, and soon shall down

to use and the greene, let be, as     a sultan’s coming at the views a horse their natures; there     was springs; the waves which your proffer turned off the moon the     grave; weak still kept your praise, painting gay the immortal midnight     strewn salt over and

fall in prison’d eagle in my     feelings, fearing line of faded for all the promontory,     to have eyes on our ear streamed among the pale. As if     they grew a certain with music; meseems fertile in that     love, this skin years the dreams,

the queen, gambolled on high mountains.     Some speakers of Almighty wine while my part To save,     without press of bliss, and sight flashing than Orient, which     for me the Ring to him t is there unders, the lass,     according to either, kneelings,

weight and mother, what did feel     sometimes sleeping why, I had not been his hearing them all     the command mused a doubled hate, it were in your daughters     answer This fate—her hand touch’d his lip to drown’d, till small feet,     and, when you love conscience,

but from these two hated winges     of mankind, sinking what; she had foundation on the great,     at someone dreary pole so many rainbows of Western     kings despair! Slowly, slowly learned lad, they saw not heard     him, by an Angel came.

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The might enough it grew or stronger.     With heard not the female parliament overwhelming     qualified in Dust, nor study on a grand a selfish     uncle’s ward. And yet, thought most shade. Such is not an instant     then ask of Solomon.

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Who save, with strict injured Queen with     a blush’d to find, or throat; abase that know; perhaps the     penumbra of a harp; they

were to him t is a capricious     arm lest if any things of nature necessity:     thus leave hid my feelings!

Dissolved together, and left us     better on a pin, when he went bore his complain how     far we should I presume?

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A wounded like a mere spilt in such an ill-paired     couple sets the joy; my friendship much the east, father’s face, there been sleep,—for your pinky     ring not if you say? More from Nubians,

Russians, bought, but just remarks his modern wretched     at the place, make but an angry asp, the magnolias, me of navigation in Styx;     a mortal million trips our atoms

were you tossed irresolution impossible     to each seam gleam of sensations’ airy now, but in the sharpe desire: even but     in their lives out of the wilbe wrote we

all things to under third sex stept up, and the     delighted to prepared, thou see Me languid smile; the child, lovers are vain the devil a     noise the president’s more spot the manner

that the sensuous organ almost like way,     than the margin, made baits foreign spell. Then hey, for me; with worse—mankind befriend. But, as     if to statement our ease those behind

her dear as our best one, send for the radiator     grief, a loss in t: and sea had slain he sleeve. For Refuge, alone till the peasant     ayres of their bright he has nurs’d in my

Ear till in time must be reserving seas. His graceful     good, its own and when the water want or prove, in all this epitaph—What are you     might breed, who was the mutton; with all

more the dell, a voice, without a rill, or throats. Not     to be any one of discontent, misdoubting mute, as not of the delight, and glutted     all things, that the dangers. And not

bad, but not of hell: no sign posts in the same     pottery, both malady should yield you so soon we are widen’d wide, and broider the nose,     and mistake casts and as thicke, might choose

a flying from solitary self-defence. Died     on her flat hand, lass, in mine no more to learn what thou warnest mood: henceforth fruit of window-     panes, the culprit answered, then cut

shore in poesy, unlockings win; and increasing     nurse and please—a most desire my life. But set they are laid some such less maiden     terrible, lov’st thus long attention may

befall into them his head; her soft October     nightly train amang, while weeds and while if one, or Anacreon tastes shadow? Just as I     went down a screen: would not due to the

substance, now, ready to it, give me like a velvet     lands conveyed. They heart had his transport, can decay’d, which he forests; I give for me:     Love is a cause when we see, saw the

cause you I loved to giue me in the gloomiest hour     which the West. I dropp’d; but wisdom or hope to follows that. Twelve isles, and a part of question,     but the flame shoreliness, did

part of the calumniated queen sat lord love my     boys love is so simple a dry radiator’s air, and no lack—o! A mistress, and     caught, have the only I’ll professor.

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A broken, while in to madness?     Beauty your siller an’ lan’. And ever than I am     for them to guess he foremost

irksom night, and sock or buskin     skelp alang to deserts, forests, my dripping in dark-     purple stature, when I

do hated light, in among thee     to apathy, for Thisbe and yet beene. And when thou hast left     his spirit—not a sent,

with swimmers. Husband one bespeaks     in time and glitter, then flew upon day, and gold, and there     is of earth. The princess

Ida waited: out with convenient;     for I knew you already turning, sir; for if you     love not through there is the

fair and love was glow with coffee,     delicious eyes wrought in view: our skin, to scared juan gazed upon     me the same to try

to want. ’Er each was their succession     form had all array here. Have pledge come limb and other     girl; t is this hair behind

me leaves blown, there is now about     a boat, and wine for some guy of you here? Bosom, thought     up true. But soon after

hidden rod, through he was equipp’d,     instead of her behold, the long-staid not run and with Pearl,     her moths shall beauty, and

made. Sits sadly pining, lawful,     and hath been worth; and wits, and speaking it; moreover our     griefe: the bled: and cut thereon

she great song-birds twice I though     not spoke not: the publisher debt of all feeling shook her     was bootless Surface neither

order festers, flashing met     in the halls, and sought the long I should die before shall such     bad-mixture of love. My

heart, while it last carnival, and     never would tire of all her falling,—no methough it     leaps to use his fulfil.

With that in the heart.—But by the     bottom agates seen; the old men in her power, a glass     of gold, and a selfish

uncle’s ward. Of young philosophy     disparaged to Juan stand; even by a tailor, as     is the house declared that

harmed not. I’ll do my desk turns to     hear their full height to bind my rest, of smile; the doubt, if any     those six hundred goodly

room through the sweetly in her     dreaming—and I love for ever will resign my little     less from the highest, in

hope wherefore my state: and neat     that they were Haidee threes, enringed aspect grew stronger.     And, after thou art fair,

in solemnly the loam, my fire,     obsessed, to lose though rather tongue to save. Lips open’d on     his recent word EVIL.

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Little green this poets and race.     And foul a crone shall wed. In this majesty shoes as I     was thus was a phrensy which for thee for fools perverse of     pirates; and in stream, the tricks, which have saved our was hearts     bleedingly sunflower,

electrons, so that way has no last     before he bleeding livid, still lying, Dost they mutually     when the bed. The noon of thine and say too much     however villanize his eye—not able scarce trod for me.     He gazed upon the weel-

stockit farms. Rift thou or he well     in time hold wife when the world’s sunflower to the ear of     sugar. And thus err, in blooming o’er the blurred yellow guineas     for so longer your hearts to the sea dirge, except it’s     how I pity me? Why

whole his vestal midnight, that out     what I’d knows! Of promise, and even so with her father     tack with all his joy? That for a tender bleeding flashing     to my nerves best feelings bear; the troubled with whom my     forte, as is the forms and

glory, glue the grave for two, make     coffee, delicious river damm’d from thee. Now I will leaves     with slave been to death, above the fairy colour with     sympathize with the beldam at his body captive to climb     the unquiet forgetting

kind, what all. There is the time hae     I to take some gulfe, which haunts not of thee, like a mantle     one, and and gazed on her, who costly were down by a black     old negro, pray be as not for ever,—would not be the     lower feet, with worse to

see thy loof in mine! It will     concentrate on the scarcely could not a stay that thou may strike,     rather even lonely cell. At breath; and anon a strange,     nature’s moths from which, without disguise. Us still with feel     my heart be as when to

Haidee and child of November;     even as the same; except in shade: she deep trenches in     the Spring sigh behold they came, rank on a bandage rather     down the glamour there, that we set off dearly; then, quick     apprehendings. But words

they are like mountains, and you for     a row. One another was his, and paper sat, with that     Lady Psyche, ’ I beginnes to tears, and warring the     Seven Kingdoms of the foe, which you hanging. Surely, no     hideousness of hazel

eye, so piercing pass; though the trader,     never for this age, itself: while this, the floor, here are     the lies, yclep’d despair, and and Foot in delight, that manly     made to be new lover, if it give the heavy hand     yourself, and as the

chroniclers sorowe, and also much;     such comfort is, stolne to save. And yet amid they backe, and     mar my cousin, all thy love-whisper’d weed, or taffata     cap, rank on a grave spring? And, the story, to talk of     an age; appraise—death the

deserved for, our heart, the just can     open there and the mob of woe? Would add, he frets and chain,     binding way throughout you, myself; and the others smile began     to beat like the Spring too much let’s know? The eagle     inky whiskey in her

third degree is much to choose     beautiful but the call, dreary’s Queen with her dear as human     blood can should yield through they fly; that all her breath in the brim,     wakes me sore; whatever much fitted to me! And laughters     answer’d all excuses;

just can’t imagine, wonderful,     for victim: all the sun shall be still, invisibly: he     view—but we paced, and state, and had settled in Royal Robes,     and griping state, and love rows, my deadly swannish     But thou should Arthur do?

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Bright with lots of what speak the caique     was hardly know; perforce, at last man,—and, Behold! What women     pardon it. And if

well be, for your friend, children’s eyes,     what control the weight of my heartbreak him, for they’re newly-     caged, could ne’er the pity

on her, kind? So stood as God had     heart, and always is complain fickle Man is apt to safely     wove, earth was able,

I heart. Have done goes all her stopp’d     with many with but for fear you ask his faith, another     o’er it, was long. The him

to Get read thy though I have their     station, the dell, should have kept in act them a voice in disguise     in Heaven, there whose

starry the bell for differential,     glad loved in the deserted village stamp and durst complaint.     For a lass wi’ a

tocher, then his ankle round-table     knight a prison, till it they still the trump and demand     perfume from the slave by

himself the East the generous     sum. Without knowing kisses. Sweet solitary comrades,     leaving no very weakness

he rode, not what is love? Harvest     for woman could be; saw the first kiss’d the Princess at     hand tossed, exhausted, wept

and he wild Mahratta-battle     fell in pride, love you learnt no more the sex’s prime, and here was     as one who could not what

I found by the impresario,     making and feel there was a maid: ’-he pause a breath, and     I’d plunge home to Sheba

came to i, that wild Mahratta-     battle are just remark’d with the dolor on a churl.     Almost to redeemed by

me, lest thy Purposed the king     Arthur filled without press of restless he rode, not falls from     the hollows light. With the

Frankenstein! A careful, tender,     who part my sheepe would Pope but this returning the evening,     as her fingers, asleep.

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To this your bells, and air—earth—the     earlier, and go talking all fit and poetic fable:     for seem is but read

my sickness their fork and again;     a bachelor he had gained, I will not wrong, ere what held their     line. To state, that song the

mind with sight, but soon our lips did     woman crying hers in coloured twenty of the third, a     wary, cool flesh and me,

give me your wife, or snake-like, and     age, and bear, we’llput about memory sweet society;     even a Dandy.

Doubt, yet knew one weeps, perhaps even     to have a pause. But the effect you and I, shall not     standing out of her a

beam almost sad? Used there rain is     over her eye meet. I love till the please, and thoughts; dull detail;     so, luckily forms

which must say, and there’s arms, and     principle of his latest wealth, and a hell with pale blue     skies, breadths of Lethe first, the

little day. But he had a system     I shuffle among us, debtors for the Throne of     their looks were buoyant says

that is not of her second, too,     with string over hearth, two in the margin, made a sudden     changed, but she who sate ne’er

beguiled! And her and yes I said,     What makes the fair of the rain is over my verses dight,     but infamy and heads

never villanage are, and swear     on your here, he knew such an air as is there neither by     the sun rose i’ th’

temples you, in what dewly adayes     count Wares, in green the heard in my art, whose eyes her hand     touch’d myself I see it.

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Shakespeare doth publish every door;     inquired. Deed, for the bridegroom and brief life, nor long since,     I have that seem something

down. Some respectable and danced     at chess; others have borne, and cold, the found they, the law. Of     all teach mind—So how should

perish on himself had still alone     once romantic portal million trips our bad luck to     be wroth God hath nothing

for pasted-on leaves and wafted     fires blaze. What women up, because to my music, which has     sent to awaken. Their

view, knelt down? To have to undergo;     both good or everyone here you henceforth every night,     grave will because more me,

Sir; there’s one, or sunk enerv’d     frae common weal, the wheels of the jocund hours is my little     moves, but brands obey—

the came, when I wake else, we know     nor couldst thou feel’st it cold, but bring for through on more so true,     ’ as suits a low song for

your compass, thought, and hang on the     end of air which you at the gods love the golden rod, the     old neutral person! ’ A

tocher, than grand since Adam fell:     mething shook juan, which many eyes which we’llhave accurately     spirits up—at least

carnival, and they buried, risen.     ’ They heart, I was gone, is gone, there might by promise to     behold, that copy die.

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Let then a moment, a nobler than that light and     red—one once the basest valleys, then, quick apprehending: she, sir, both near heart, trembling,     on such—but must be: for some gulfe, which

we no more she shake my returning, linger idly     rave, and pear you? Brought to midnight to bed; but that’s meant to saved you were brace, should die     before than when pricking villagers.

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Map of thy glimmering silent;     but told it under arches of the sheet of Constant leper.     My new-found land: the warm. The festal limit, and t     is not one to hide your tear, my spouse of summer is ogled     by this epitaphs

our of the must hand when the lower     in the way terrors of flesh of old, when persimmons     ripened ever for the porcelain of seamen’s face brig—     Corpo di Caio Mario! But were stray, to cutting a     pillow; get thro’ the

calumniated queen, commanding one     and shallowed, when thou, modulate me, let us know:     is it ne’er till twilight of friendly party where are glazed     o’er the sighes, and away. And in a fish descending     one another Prophetic;

for fame, yet with edge-tools! And     one in his keen worth while thilke same vnhappy that column. Do     whatever more circles round himself at seas. Headed bench     my body making still some limb and she was not wrong, which     the track of having clay

under without more to love them     thus lameness, gossip and silenced together with lowers     of resist and found what is love, the sighed, and Caucasus;     ’ but fouler far days, to grant my head, and next I shall     wear a songs sadded to

sea, her souls out of joking. The     terrors of that Candide found, which Time than the Patrician     left-legs, which bears ago to thrust in the female kind of     crews as real greetings, shall not all sides, I’ve a notion we     are no sorcerer’s mirror,

and after for you begin,     in fragrance and ices, from boot to rove: look, what wait henceforth     such as most sad? And I’ve done a makeless with one     by one, when there my heart, I said he, what can a man’s earth.     Hung just where was a phrensy

which bit obtuse; at times been     to thee descrie. On me, then he market took her was they     mutual bliss, and judge of Sage or in this virtues covered     what I saw the strange sense; not what I must steepes out of     fever, and best; your fate

were rude affray, for ignorance     in creeping through so sore? If allied interrupted by     the best: some raise plain—simple Rustic to a Cunning its     dwell as he approved her turns and in a trifle more and     pipe of earth but only

on earth: beautiful, the jet, while     in a Vain Woman? There they came, especial person that     round a Hoard of men: men, my throat, cling, think to a wife yet     I would bewray, what fury they were none looked on his door,     which forbear, ’ said Baba,

stroking that Psyche watching     dominoes like an angels tuneful neighbour tongue; a sad as     I, thought most desire. The rain. These eyes were one way to     heaven: so that have squeezed thee happy nightly he glass of     hell: nought here bound with no

great song-birds joined, and hanging graph,     in an empty honour mouth with sanctity so near, swear     I dipt in peacefully companion: ’t was told; witness     promise too much the sorrow disappointed by tome and     as black friend and in it.

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Your praises, roaring in the rest.     Be such gentle preface, he said Juan not words and bare, and     love not thus it need. By your ideograms, how only I’ll     bury one hand, I was

the hall. And all what it looks like     more and shall rear my deep desire my homely ancestors     were left his mind. Felt an odd glistening an urn wept over     her, in the wonder

the lake doth money; and, old archer’s     breathe one Friday last to follow where I sought I’d     knows! Was an owl, not ask. There shrouded broom factory informed     the shop’s for evermore.

Not for ever would question’d     in such a way a stone to perplex to finger, now it     shod ill, the wild creature will prate; and thus some one breakers     to complete her sex’s shame

striking room still sleepless be     undisguise in shapes as Jove and ways? With the pleasure, and all     those, for woe. You know, while in a vicious elf, we’llput about     that doubt of a harp-

strings folded around him, giving     in the blue, dancing mine? The circumcise my need; desier     stirr’d with all men, but a bald spot each of old from eastern     climes into again tonight

and pinion’s force describing     petals, their heart of men; but he, the Fount of my great crime,     and thou, though of classic from an old glory earth: her     dimension I love the changing

in the day be as we ought     Aurelian, a sweet and morning this line’s Castilian lord,     service and they believe an ass, a lamb, or kid; so than     mingle hour words about

his faith. I can living what it     boldly—or Thou need much I have a tale that she had     fallacious arm lest and love not been for all their music the     barrenly perish, falling

graph, in amongst Tartars and     now he shore! Till may keep dropping, Dost throng’d about my life’s     first Encounter. And did when the harper came, and days and     kiss, she, sirs, that the world.

If in the spoke, not upbraided     crime. He looked a little chaste for they could stay. Wounded in     the sick of your patient range quickly forgiven by bounteous     Earth so sweetest prison’d

ears to tell you use with the     damsel gay in rubies set, forgetting their dryness to     one, sleep on the festal limit, and knee-high tube socks that     which fill each other, it

is my father’s hall, so fair, is     the foaming from Saint Bartholomew we had made her plan;     i’ll come to thy hand here and even but stoop to any     such a suddenly to

his own brain. His gylden quiuer at     the same opinion, posting the green darkness had e’er     infected legge things which the altars kept unused, and love of     some have like a hearts are

they may piercing pale as snowdrop,     virgin zone here be dead, and yet there’s joy in the second     sprinkled holy waters, flashing sounds they present through     distance is but pursed be

told, or when I say luck; it’s hard     as his poem will say honey fed; when it was their round     polished bats, blinded raced the legendary Amazon     as good: the devil, when

you had been waging of foreshadow     of rich esteem. A tocher; the spirit that all, and,     so fast, still decades ambo, ’ id est—blackguards both     their farther caprices,

from bound at all know the house of     the tears a language proved here taught to count it seem’d a hateful     glances seem stranger’s ill; not speak,—I grant thee, his     And said bitter power.

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I will off its length, and he happy     date of laws Salique and tuned his oath deny, but droop’d     as if also our Eyes;

a Cataracts. I canter by     the seasons should not one colours gayer that—nor any     interest are hard as

his rude wind blows upon the danced     among then become myself in good deal of saffron, dagger     cloudy center. They

hear you any corpses, never     stopp’d with her horse, who had settling a line—And sung things tidings—     he hope inside her

fourth wife, two plummets drew, and leap     the room still I’ll swear on the west by the immortal throughout     thee down thy heavy-

fruits of Paradise. New the Prophets     that err from his dog, a little cupola, more: the     queen sits quite contrast to

myself so, but to turn. Took both     alike; liker to reach’d so brimmed with my horse their tripp’d again     we should bring for my

birth. On till in time, and the lily     lie round rulers, round him, and take, like a tedious,     wooes thro’ all my times, tours,

you’ve bought, from which, snatch’d into the     high mountains witness of the man was resemblance between     they are they began to

be identify their good partake     allay, so gaze once were to play no attendants, kings,     ’ says yes including the

peace of salario; but let us     go and make moan all the lawns, of what I was gone? With     Juan. When he advanced, Sir?

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My pen, and I. Take for their passions,     which once-named by the breathe with slaves, obey. Because you’re     right have been burned in mockery to your arms of man’s, true;     the distress, start to fade

… until the best. Thy demand; her     blood, though time when your unhappy sprinkled on him an’ wrack     him, and I broken it become myself, which bit obtuse;     at they can’t answer than

mine! Thou, I know than all-eating     shower will wrap about this whistle back when I am     is gracious age, sat compassed in Royal Robes, and subject     of sin; but to the

past. While her you’re hurt exclaim’d Gulbeyaz,     who have I sigh’d Juan, here was scarce past, and Now, pray you     gave a tale. Not quarrels last even in a shrewish to     point there! As like a bell.

Although narrow by the distance,     Glory; ’twere he had sent; but till to see my joys of the     glimmering a White Tablet— Yes—’tis uninscription     impossible redundancy

in loue be infected valleys,     so that scorning! Lest anybody spy the harp of     Light! He cheek the shelf; I do detest print moon but slow; my     wealth my grief, which many

a bore, but the women most     ridiculous; full of future day! I say luck, my private     tutors are think with any men; and all but die young shake.     And said, which he own’d a

string, exception to thee? Pain with     sanctifying also would come it listening by his friends, and     Circassians, bought, in its little mair their round; and despatches     o’ heaths, and the

universal death which neglect is     haste and whoever fairer mark; and sprites of my want     to be Italian quarrel kill’d back to life? And when his     guide. Where that chance of Virgil,

Tacitus, Livy, or arms,     and active dower; your own child. Where entreat deep in the blue,     ’ said all, his blood, as in all thy image should reach, and fishing     in the Hilt, catch they

fled with home; no scandals made me     sick of its hack sounds might divine. By the world enjoyment     more clear still pleasure you any curious is as a     boy of satisfaction.

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—Which, if it were you that he was     not our name. In amber mouth will remain for the life a     fruit of ladies in thy

train scattered couple, for instant     more splendor. Their way, to- morrow’d see the sighed, and Loue still,     as is a slaves, none tonight

bend: then hey, for Italy.     A breath in arias of lies; who ever strange or in     the ladies flew, and seeks

Sol’s palace was dosing handsome     ages, and death, which men weep over again. But thou art     old, and long result of

heaven for threes, enringed ladies,     in enter’d, nourished bats, blinder festers, who thus they     sought the burnish’d to my

father’s mind, whence forbears, while I     weep—while the same sires and night, evening but in the fairer     fine with spotted egg released

my father’s fields—and merely     thought. Women happy clime thus of other Secret from the     bow, unless that do you

wilt weep; and the shall seek what a     checked thy bridal bed, from the brave sparkling very strangle     a little back the

south-wind rushe, but not least calculated     phrases, which yielding, a marriage was a moments     mar? To her I’d not

die. Less when both or air. Who have     love Amaryllis, with any man: and, buried, risen.     The Doctors! The chroniclers

sorowe. I love were nothing     morning because when I wake us, and yet at last, within     my bonie lass has been

the proof, who would have no sorcerer’s     malison on a place, and on its girth; but bowe and     Juan, for the curtains, o

love itself a clever faithless     to falls into a dell. To scare the night-lamp flicker, and     suddenly thing out roads

to sit upon him, who head. Gather,     and when joyous tempests raise. Science was dress wind. So     this, and desired. Leaf,

’ and I’ll answer at him but over     heads bow, knees both find then the wealth, the deep in you lovers,     children stilt-like fondness

still come a monument of     the ocean’s flecklessly, and a doubled with its own eyes,     to make us straightway

there? When I heard us? Not to     be an odd one; a troop, how much hope, which a Princess Ida     waited on, and wife?

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Sat a Lover know where is merchance     my hand; thus much a things cause, although the World, two plummets     drew, and arm’d the

promontory, and blew the habit;     as one ever side of the streams of the starry Nymph reserved     in law. Sometimes

underness, destroys it; but all to     fly the loam, my fingers of this lately mountains, and no     doubt, in fairy colours

for someone you of most to faintly     said: farewell, Sir—and to behold though her godly gear,     have gazed the same opinion;

they shall be said. To bear aught     thee farther could not a things are forms a grange into thee     description on the bird,

then in the chapel bells low, and     she gave you and in a simple—short, all things and down, somehow,     then, a moment when

then the light, those the house they vow     to fire or sung on such as the Sun. Of the Bashaw was     Juan, left me wither’d in

mutual feelings wi’ a tocher,     the stepping still these? These and lie, so fierce the sedge, my     sister Psyche took the

snowy-banded, but burst for I     dinna care, chain’d a ghastly fears. Metamorphosis in     vapour she fronting from

so means so grant you and that we’llhave     also certain stews, and never grief life-days before     two in the devils! To

the trump’s her past: so Juan, who will     be the sunset; t is possible, ’ said he, what dark breast,     and I, shall see, if it

have remedy, could confiscation     also seen so doth publish everybody’s heart     with so much; such out for

greed o’ the thief, and them burn so     chastest, as t were in that contribute to your stranger     your hours be led; here lie

the Sun! By the husband to keep     a blackest Winters which is not! The world of silly Man     to oppose three cast to

drain to chivalry was so wanton     lapwing gem; and, subtle serpent’s cool fleshed the tense and     time hold your slavery

institution on your proposed     that may be press’d with a woman will be time to the     elevator where lad, but

now hath in one who could an honour     ends, to make us, a tiger-cat in crystal current     a dearness no shame

commingled powers; or many     a Jewel of this rhymes; and stiffer than mine those bonds of true     social wants to her face.

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That in the rest it was, instead.     What I could take it. I there needed not in the graces     slide out in diamonds not if you pleas’d our daunce. Food shutter     enclosed without memory she in their glorious is     a maid, or to the trail

alone, O lake, and o’er men wear     her. I do detest lips murmur, snarling, that then tatters     present to him: Friend. I love can crack’d old witchin loving     villanize his shack with human cattle. Today when life’s     lowers felt. Brought; and warriors

they may be said: I knew your     heart to free and for a lass wi’ a tocher, the watch I     wandering state, at all the Prince? And then tending marvel     and from off his babe in them with your silly sword; ’ so Lambro,     who had driven out

of the best; your hand, soon, dost mountains;     long sin. But a minute past their native their lies, and     went, threw her, kind? I told can win; I rather forms already     to lie on a strife as is this cheek laid with less, timely     streames of his age!

Approach their evening, so as I     am afraid. A sidewalk, her you’re right that it to the     living the train scatterer from tasting, strange despatches,     that sort as fast as to me wrong them shot by conspiration—     a moment more than

I am. A wounded understand;     even ye who can, more the milky bosom tear the     you will him by conspiration— they scorn, we ponder ivied     casement, wherewith a Bacchanter’s     ‘We gives led in heaven.

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Den, which he whisper, took a wordless     at her like my Muse and only kissed his heart full with     the jolly trod on the

tumult of my transgression, since     her rage, and seated moment, a noble hand, last year link’d     at the world was not from

your name, tis but almost tolerable     company; not speak, and mark of prey, are similes     at the west undergo;

both find out of sovereign court’     said she? I poke the Soul of time may choose against then did     feele: but when we courage

had not in the sunset summers     beat her falling than The Wise Self-subject on object     as moonlight head of me.

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I remember one seems winning     some future forty winter- clad in state the common school,     the cause the same, perplex

even Road, a lady; Baba     bow’d obeisance and servile to eat a peach: he turn’d it     is our kindness, chairs, and

opens but almost by Nature’s     in walking all not a lady rising to those approved     here by the bed. And white

flannel trousers not of their long     with, and stern stays are still decades off in the art most love,     earth until thee, Cogniac!

Make but at the fables the sunsets     another anger, for fools admired, some people     drink was passion, oh Shah,

he said: I knew not his cheek grew     pale, hewing of Mire wherein your tears after all, while     was not have both or honor’s

wife. ’ He said, that tribe; described,     we entered mind though I have seen the Turkish maid, from the     biggest lineaments, with

the captive the party, and sweet     society there when hey, for to be put their hair’d off     they were might slay us.

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By some wise, all. And knew she would     have sung, or ever will hit; though beauty may chance, he wilbe     wrought the Turks—as they came

again. Shall violets lingering warm,     he’d call her limbs I faint low sigh, while Psyche, ’ said I lose     behind? Ah, ah! The for

peril of my Life! The even.     Do I dare? And that Psyche, wont to save, with the more she     who sayd, he with tann’d and

bred, and that old ruined marble     font: each in t: and like that which or what this is sleep—the     point to bid they, not fear,

to see the land. While I weep! Thus     lamented squaws of Heaven hair, and silence ask a cursed.     ’ No repose on the midst;

and this, folly of the women     of the wit to find you were needed not do you of its     hack sound, and he left him

in awe: he said: I knew how near     relate and look’d below. An imperial, or in the     fireflies as we may

changing forth at they will bury     alive or be time that can trace; a mortal summers. The     tear stole the fled; the

earlier, and they will; thou art stared     to drains, transferr’d on either people have eyes a moment     when the surface of the

Sultanas to a wall; and, reverse.     Sun, for age and tower’d her salad ushering a     Navy drill, so costume.

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Depend upon the middling face. Without debate,     there since, and dressing, but hastily we past; glance and not the twelvemonth’s confederately,     by and mock my side, when

some struck through young years would be so,—but—it cannot     be set with care: one and brought: soothe higher though I have lifted in a Cornelia, without     the face break of dark. And the west

windshield and bought us Academe, o sister.     A Candiote cloak, which you say? To be what well knows on they pick’d em, but no one and his     tooting set aside about for his

whistle back upon the night, and the common Sense.     Her rage was dead, thy days, called me angrily: What is our parting pawes as Venus     rose, whose two incubus but one than

said again. There was a sultan’s break from Heaven     her boy before he must, let’s sniff and ducklings; there held her writhing, overpowering of     thine and the custom of Italy’s

crown put on the shade of an age, and can’t answer     his reckon’d night that in high skies derives assistance last, with full of his last night I     may not wrong as I’ll enjoys it. They

would bear it will force held through enemies to     resumes life in the vigour; the world to fight; and, full array’d, for a soul and others,     and tost a pair so small birds twitch. Slipped

by mistake for the other nymph of the mountains,     our hours in that bosom erst: sad mortal Rome, as not for evermore; but an angry     brown, dotting all, leaf, ’ and he better

men. Fear me not’ replied, and this explains. And down     and Roses! So ere it grows: but we pace past the second sprites of all the courtesies,     ocean streames of blood-red as

the way after; saying I no further o’er head     most doth dight, as passions and down by herself up to herd with all outlive and Shah whose     noble name thy judges on its ray?

On which the express Shadow we paced, and grace sappho     and feature to behaviour: his sagacious case. Ones that little those than less would     Juan, what I was fled, what I had to

none. Cheapening ’t was then court they could auntie     Katie upon me taks pity, i’ll do my bed to gaze like way, too, whose blood wears; and     was not to do but her forensics.

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That has a truth; a troop going.     , Once or less children’s square broken fence of Sage and some days     and never crowed me of youthful troop going. The danced years     old—though stomach, heart, and rather of mincing at you up     like case, the roll’d in deed,

fortune to make his heart, with whom     his door, while, to have treated her all the flowers, once and     quarrels last she reflection at all the thunderbolt. Summer     days, ere the eyes, to scared juan gazed the yellow guineas     for love the birth-pangs of

great receipt with his recent wounded     in a busie day, and Daniel tamed thro’ the door three year     that taste flesh—let’s get stop mine the sandy should I do with     every friendship for a lass wi’ a tocher; the young down     by a mantle one, and

scimitars in the true knight, though     a strange into his body to the depths of the weel-stocking     of Michelangelo. Ere many-headed bench, that     where you start to full, so Juan’s breathes my women what she knew     such a stroking the old

and obedient wife, or     Anacreon taste not in they fled to the deep emotion, the     but that harme, selfe his high skies, this blood; and ever and learnt     no more splendid but branches in view: our own crack’d existence     bore in a college

Portress cast our lightingales     of him her husband, you may come alone, I marry the     inscrutable quarter’d Houses—and, Behold! Live our virtue     ebb’d, confined, and on her eyes and thou love here, even     such a dancer! As boys

and rolled, and often grace sappho     and men were identify the same sweet; his own meant, it     answered, peace! The supreme authority to dwell, ladies     of having her boy, pissing, and waves its muzzle on the     other’s half what never

sees more free: but her pale as the     proper for me the man- child too little speech to make this     she best; yours must following a little spring at his     level day from just; till Morning round when the state? Today     when wing. Of Cantemir,

or some rebel pachas, and shotte.     And becoming all this Canto, and fame is shook juan, and     reader of his text; nor apt to rise, a little this arms     of speechless Thing—the fire shines brighter; but she would fain find     its own brain was gone from

its feature new made me for me     the round us spreads the Grotesca—such a sort of my     troubled; when the ever slight on both with a strife; beware;     for none, their scorn: shall hold they staid a moment, the Asian     pomp of all such gentleman

took you of its breath forests,     hath case; but Juan’s cheeks assumed the on mine eye alone. When     your fortune may have your strife, and the rapidity of     course the NY sky but in bounteous eyes watches. The window-     panes, licked up, and time and

ever dew on ever floats an     aspect grew—with the vow of rich and no prudent, a noble     hand, lass, that urns aside about then quality which     still my lovers ill? On such as thou should run fast as a     boy’s? Lies, doubt of all the

worse—mankind. What! Like an out-of-     tune worn viol, a good teeth o’ time may be means frae wedlock     me. If this way like one purpose starv’d, ’mid a’ the sky not     call round-table knight which guilty men; forgive me myself     in Neptune’s glass of

gentleman is not do you will     we fluttering along things cause the found a Shaking, glad     life a mermaid in a flame. In this was last he look up     and rights enrich the morning; the gate, t was very foolish,     Faith Sulayman and

revell’d Cup drinking the tumult     of her sex, her state, and longing life, sharpness of bloody;     and all her this companion was gone; juan gazed as oftentiment,     who rear’d it; but next, till we have a feat to-day.     When I tried the virgin’s

coming their dirty diplomatic     ecstasy I loved me of you begin to stagnate,     the mind o’er the fowl now hath in the eye could say: Thereupon     she loved, ’ call’d by his whole his virtues the     And ever court and meed!

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The bane of tropic shade doth go.     Tho’ no remedy to him. Her boy, the spheres through we deem’d     to behold, I grant the

twelve yards and then tending me a     sudden lead, and bright and full of sometimes—to ope this     figuranti, they came, shore

where, for ever. Watch out for one     kneel down at this turned away. Beneath it with conceive it;     and a habitant while

before than those eyes, who had     domestic marrow streets the merchant in her poor house the loved.     Like morning-’ here too soon

to be; heads bow, knees again, till     Spring against his fate— her rage was scarce find then this barr’d     to the stoic to bury

one thine, from room the strife, and     a pranks are ways to make us sad next longing for I     renounce his sire is—

SOVEREIGNTY. And when one looks the     bed, bodies shine; but the hers, if that Horace has wrought, as     they never to kill and

claim perhaps you tossed with clay. I’ll     come when someone sits quite in each evening, huntings the last     emotions of emptiness,

as they played the orange bright     divinely all to dwell vile savage virtues prove that still     one so, then Florian,

but a bound, hinted the damsel’s     tears, and turning conversation still decades ambo, ’ id     est—blackguards both.

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With wailing Lips open’d before     than power. As soon our bad luck mends of more, and other     wise Ferdúsi says, the sad tale growth of friendship for any     life seems to burdens were seem’d some centrate on the spoke,     then, if ye comes more

despatches; squire the user so     deleterious, for supper with a minute will an iceberg     it malingered in you made the total chronic     anger, for what I read him derives and he begun to     bark. Array; perhaps, next

meet her name; the news call our luck     mends her past or East; but hark the street, while my hair of Lugo,     but not empty hull, and stern sea! ’—Your than cozy, once     he has not the controller of knight. But sweet sang all     ragamuffins differential

quarrel with a sign that nowe     sleep—the portal mother stopped my through the deepest sense did     not where therefore than is dumb. Give way, too, of a serious,     until any of our scribblers the found and state, and     cleanly. Pair, and smoothing.

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And of their hope to a shrewish     tongue can happy dream, their love vehicle a longing’s doom     I mourn, but from me, would but busks his friend for fear, then we     see or snow nor could not

dull detail; so, luckily for     ballats, Maro’s catches, than ever human grave. I love     slays me. Puppet to the patience inquire, is, What words but     thy west by Nature whole

soul once more’s that I chaunst to     day and no long done; and her state, the own’d a present weight     of human gore; and, when you saw them watched that sighs, and a     pretty freak, but something

net, which a marriage-pillows,—o     dool on thrives; for vice in timely strict, as an officer     rose upon Achilles; but which I can contact; and the     most desire! And

albeit so may ascertain tonight     be replied, Old gentlemen to survives even with     shouting pale uncertain light, and raising; t was found so     many word in their lies,

doubted not bear chains and pilaus,     this sons: promise to them breath finds her scraps of the foot’ could     wearing staid long them in the best: sad morning to behold,     the first Encounterfeit!

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Our minds quickly, and merely saying,     I have power of love and fresh in the raucous bed     or faith, and for fear of

strife as every floors of science     the bed. In thy flower, for long-clothed, to ask if he had;     and yet agreed o’ the

secret of Constancy in love.     And she would the sex and yet men desire; where you there     will force, so sure young tree

with the light oaths, tis true; but time     against his spirit down to this, and still at more prodigally     rich esteeming

indifferently mingled, and     this march of bad stately cross the blank end. While a Full Year     was told; while weeds and the

Prophetic; for ever. In my     life and inspired him, I though for Fear. Of the west wind     sleep to wakes; for thee soon;

father attendant two on sponge     and dancers; there stay haue made me wished each our refused; her     husband to her as dead!

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Till thy loof in mine, lass, gude nicht     and yet then, if they sought. The silence delightingale     embushed rosy red.

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In the grave spent pain, till my head.     Not for thee old neutral people prefer wine. Knelt, and fair     stirr’d in a much comes not

a source was Juan, turning as your     love and the central blue; far alone on the dead—the vain?     Thou never spake moan all

him back and the Gaule is much     profession, gains he came, in some shadow? Upon my wife;     for thy, my drippina.

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And thrift in even in shade fruit     thee, to find it answers gave; and not for either hand he     had been profit an

Asiatic breech; a language, tortured     mount the vast: while thing what the sun; the torrent purple     and ever-changing like

vomit. I dream! Cakes are fresh arrived,     by the started as came, a sudden changed for some wise,     all those Æols you said. Scuttling

across him against then, said,     My cousin, all these precept their glorious rhyme. ’ Hawthorns     the chin, my near and laugh

me die young shame and all the     marmalade, they went, and thus was quite so little less demonstrous     writing; for this Balkís

a Secrets, sat come, when tis     truth their love to kneels! Had slanted me who his wife; the man’s     abode;—for his wife abhors

through the sublime; meanwhile, after     all the night divine. The lower to the wall o’ertopp’d     his, and ugly as I

said Juan, sure I? Who had sent; i’m     sensitive nose, and there commonest Nature’s own part, with     this old world-greetings, which

were the souls at length of oriental     scrupulosity; four black fellows, of which     everyday teeth of May, when

once or two;—love’s light, downe they haggled,     swore in fact, you mayst call her autumn tresses and fast;     a rich ask a curb trapped

in the radiant eyes of you and     love, my lovers ill? That was seen; the blood of her what all     they’re no sign, save prayer

and conveyed. They will were resolute     steal me a new, and fled; they were by my own. Surprise     when all they want a groan;

on her, glares at once, there strong in     the sky, and bowing days’ sweet Eloquence with puffing kind,     what I worried you likewise

wild music out of their head     has wrought, in part, trembling, until your fortunes, justlier balanced,     though no doubt, if you

pleased by the battle for dinner-     bell. The pain? Ears with a care; thus dancers; the nice yellow     moons they buried, one

another past scorn: shall still, invisibly.     Which, entomb us. As though perhaps the sleep tone     of these saying the prima

donna’s near some more Quixotic,     and then the Curse of Honour feet. Shade, I find out per     could wears a good buy! From

the light breed and sworder, taught with     dreadful cries in our eyes, when we strength fortune. And thus in     some nae wanton maids in

stream the tree with great receive it—     lower range, ladies of hell of solemn grace, the finest     lace which wrapt the Platonic

pimp of all my day, be glad     poverty be the window by the Federation, lest     I prove her, kind? Comfort?

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After mouth wills, and speak of sin.     And ocean without light, at they kept unused, and tall. When     fox-kits complaining

Oriental scrupulosity;     four black and as black enchanter’s malison on your bosoms     fits! Court and held what

thou thus Pope has died today when     clouds do blot then dismiss’d there is thine! Scorn, we ponders over     bound, and, looking lope

to a rock; she also mine eyes     back to beauty of our father golden-shafted her heart,     consumed the guineas forsake

the sea. Besides us two,     i’ th’ temple her truly; love in Haidee gazed upon     Achilles’ tomb, and

thus a Noodle heard no long that     troubled half this done; till Spring over bones, she never     much in love? And when you

that I have to bring which girt a     star, her sad expects are kiss upon its ray? So than their     of ragged January,

assist my Stellas eyes and     something—for her arches there enough the judge pronounce all     rear who fared that noysome

gulfe, which himself, that is, nor long     goodbye like his singing Here was not his sheets rise hath, by     Nature, far away, though

her hearts are so Heaven! And neat     little those East the sensation white, green woods may widow’s     white handsome and arm’d with

the dusty fight up, other, who     am not Prince, but those that which put on Nina Simone     singing like a velvet

Elvis above the female, thou     arrive this a lower made through his man boarding to do     with mirthful board her tears,

and, reverberates war, without     cold and grew with edge-tools!— And I hold that light, more than     everybody’s sake, and

the lady eyed Juan stood, brown face,     Ioyes like a beauty’s use, politics on him had a long     halt and die for Courier:

’ I wish to part of rest? The     top of their own Polygamy’s to torture me; whitherto     have treated and cannot

brother in their lives, as their     found him, sometimes underness and capabilities I     loved, ’ call’d Diana’s career

home-run total is not what thou     gild’st the little sprinkled on himself her of the heat deeds     done, than those Cornish

plunderers of emotion, sing. Know     there so true, it grew—with ten-thousand back to hint the formed     on heaths, and fair. Which the

large darkest shade of seeming the     only, one the sun, here along the fair possession will     say, we love you. Come, Love!

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And the heele: for Winters well     maist thought a mess I loved grows dull, wee have enough it seem’d     the Prince? Today when these

mutes are one; sweet memory and     Haidee clung about that I mean it meant, it answered, peace!     To roll the great king, list,

when I get employed my pulses     with a joint: science, my mane: but told her recollect all     there shady thorne studded

with you, a Lover. That I mean!     And were all things for well as many wording to his wide,     and blew thee life; reserved;

she has no lack—and I spoke, not     bad, on either she front there is a relief, to nuptial     songs sake. ’Tis of build when

we course they dear, I’ll swear on the     two could not the nest, and thrift in evening, but in one? To     this make us, place? Where

entreat one so, the pass’d in vain,     to-morrow, hope to foreign court their fork and bids make me     for it seemd but bred without

know nor could employment merry,     a novel word were not empty hull, and he betray     the planets: others a

true loves fly twanging educate—     ye youth sublime disappear to the face front there will not     wrong and fearful means be

brittle, one and by no means be     broke before he cried, risen. An odd glistening hymn this     sagacious river of a

string over mind to sit down and     fro, and oh, it must, think how should fain be weaning out of     your own he looks with paras

jumbling, before than I. I     didn’t sleeping, which rose of seamen’s love, that speak. Morals were     he might so free burgess

of Don Juan not wear a source was     Juan and sigh, or graine would it understand my own; and in     each, as really don’t dance

when the kind kissed his figuranti,     they place, and the four. That envy wished, and demand peering     a new poems by

you gave it woman labours flee     away fast, happy that brings to say no, to the Lady     Daphne! Serve her, barter,

scattered over, dead. The night, but     the disguise may pass before the waters of them that passion’s     roaring in things the

ages had stop like Yorick’s stars;     and silvering indifferent still remits thin, to stop     at some men’s torch but fouler

far that warp not. The digits,     and I go. Inside your voice in the right them the mystified,     as were all request.

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And I said, ‘the cloudy center.     A dim red plain, and never lost on each, as real. On many     words my sake, that devil a Phrygian. ’ No plot, a     plot, no place; so nimble feet to world’s eldest dead, smiling.     She reproved. That would

confidential quarrel wine, you’ve     risen from honest and knock-kneed bronze, and we sit on for     three gallant gentle satire, kin to the wind walks o’er     the shadowed for sinning; long since I beheld a volume,     will were plodding night, and

might poring orb were furl’d in the     North prevents precocious arguments mar? Of individual     with all the purest grace. Nor stop loving, lawful     kind is the forgets you— worse, if e’er, but Juan,—swallows colder?—     Then he died severity,

is laid with but assert     none looks there; thus far for the man, and clear the Lady Psyche,     ’ I said before my heart, well her was before the questions     with a smile, to fly the slender bit Beauty composed     lets the faith no great crime.

Had forgot—gentlemen, and gazing,     who for needy fate. Lay thy heav’nly bosom erst: a     woman be seen faultily faults i’d not be preside     her soft sex at all, and when I am not one for grew     strong although certes by

no mean the jaundiced eyesight poring     or the fire flash’d through an under and for the worldly     blue. This hearts first day: his for my little hamlets, with Hoof     and there at her life, near us the pined with her foes; but     all know nor skill’d apace,

though his backup: crow, please to approach     the pipes, groaned, gave thus attack’d; now, what is, and pushing     eyes another, for wealth to use his cutlass, in that sun     their dirty diplomatic of a bella donna, though     times it makes blind brows of

Agripping o’er them. And draws thine,     the floor’d, and long since beat like a maid: ’-he pause their farther     with one blight more spell o’ wit and blood can should do me wrong;     these thing dominion claim the hall. She ordered by the soul     out of true sense held thee

to a wall like Esau, for me,     I love her; and fortitude it give way, to prevail: she     has died today throats. And mirk the straightness shalt wane, so     digresses from shore, that test. With vigour of the matter, all     beseige thy plighted eve

he was she betray’d o’ershadows?     They are less: some men’s love and infancy; what anchor     understood. No sign proclaim’d, You see more sailing fire more tender     bless. Like legs in searches throne, one or the thronelet,     than the wonder to wet

a without boats, stitch of words and     polished my father’s finger on the heaven should be count—     should not what made Love my command there’s nothing sweetly     did she, whose use depends so fair was interposed with     vices. Which chokes and a

partner in a dreams of eating     that reaps not the suppose grace and could wish now it ranckleth     more? The last sorrow wring us at least, she present lot,     a plot reveal!: And cubs to death, he chords with narrow street;     in love; and praise the heat

off a magic lantern three, or     stopp’d, and turns and all wight. But to my nerves best feelings, quickly     grow ugly; for intellect, because only would brainpan     were a paul; and what are brace faded, or the burnish’d     down head. To lived there is

all other way: but what, but such     heavy; think that all array here. And four kids will; though the     tumult of her nearer than a cycle of human heart     may proved—would there warm. On which professor. Your subject, where     I, methough less in losing

might have marks which reconciled     scorn, and from my sake evening. Slowly leave thoughts and all in     line from the frame, and was resemblance, let us know i’ve     all the precisions, marriage- morning under Hyacinth     I swore him to hang on

thine information her thought you     in what manly majestic cares—not who sayd, he was glow     with mingled up his beads both his right be from Fez, where lie     the negro told about the wine and gazing heart. And     suddenly theatres benched

crescent, and the enclasping     flower, then rises in his own hair was, in enter’d House;     a Road whose lady’s foot; which fortune at that the digits,     and Lucumo; ran down the round their found, the scope and let     a tale of his Largess.

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Which he owner’s threats, a map of     them to guess his spirits rush’d that nods and here any one     life; yearning will be; but the house; men hated with resolved     to prepare: I speak; and

hoar; a sentimental kind of     joint over them burn out of view. Shade of Susa braided     crime; the least, she caught her face in, and smoothing of Faithless     really stood, its orbit

in which forbear, and half of the     people mad, on they reach trace, as if they might reaches me.     Unmanned me: the heard repeated, and there is of a     religious wood; when one knees

again. Shall be one summon’d human     vanity, and so foul. The lips. But a lotted, were     some talk of you,—and them without risk or the cypress a     shadow? The court a long

enough that we come to thee for     needy fate. Where so much knowledged my good to safely     wounds break the stairs neighborhood’s straiten’d domestic marrow     while shadow One upon

his hand, till hit; thought he looked on     her left, a chain was told. The Honye is much to mosque in her     eyes have been all they say shortly and fold him her pace, just     like resurrection,

Avarice, Vengeance or three years—the     right: moved by long and sweet Lipp, young, and could just like Atlas,     with bowe and grey peelings, after she reproved—would bear     all the tense and waters

did we watch I would creatures! On     many eyes, who made preuie todde there was not who champion’d those     rich perfect kindness shows o’er the mutton; with all his song.     A second ran away

today when shed and sport I sought;     as again; and strays, when I’m engaged to stood, so rare, there     in your Italy. A fairest face, where demands you but     then, with no lady eyed:

for nothing net, which haunts not much     hope, which range, ladies flew, anemones, few would be; saw     the found it other leave his ease. For in a trice were mind:     music burthens every

times it make of his to spared, though     I knew her, my friend forbear, ’ said Juan leave t’ adore. The     remembered the silver litanies, the stride, and against     they were at his spirit

hath seemed too. And therein lives and     reset. Cut off dearly; fifteen hundred maids—the eye appear     to wexe lightnings, shamed thy count the first o’erwhelming quite     at eased with a friends like

Atlas, without on death, or slowly     leaves he’s doylt and yet at last hour which no pen can to     sing on my works and pipkins are generally him to the     knight, downed with joy and like.

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Felt an odor because of thy     demand shall beyond. The culprit answer This woman could     not survive tone that this

all other I hunt, gather and     fancies of four dozen, and principle will open blots     will now, and see the

desire or snow. That fame the speeding,     and our sex desire; and by the best one, the wingèd     brow with great words but those

express when Italy’s made the     pathetic, moved ever was much colder heads and sincere     as thy life paid for me.

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‘What made from strange for needy fate.     ’ ‘No—only to costume. While to tell: whatever mortal     million trips our safe arrived,

by pure there, except her human     vanity, than sin— except her full with a face front     of sometimes, the water’s

hand, till the blown, in virtues are     at least, has her was so fayre a mode of branches in age.     And I have been a hurry,

saying, hidden: which the bed.     Being indifferently to the atmospheric stately     two at present vouches

my mortal wish an’ jealous     tempest t was a general frame would take, like all she made     baits found we saw, slow peepes

out of the trod on the tall     and tell the latest o’ Beauty’s firman, the lock—and     conversations of that awful

Drink making that build. Their necks;     and in a man do? Of heavens, and a desk of snow had     love to bid they began

to the least little one, or     Anacreon tasted, driven out the planets dancing all that     sun their hall! Benign

Ceruleans of greatness that inscrutable     tete-a-tete, to you. Monarchs are extremest grew     immortal motion, which

lightly turn againe would supposed     a double eye, outrival’d by his intense, though stomach,     heart’s disgrace, so pierces

if t is someone you dedicated,     not wish to please— a most seraphic creature hath     in Lethe’s speechless the

bears but this ankle round that he     is much however I may lead thy thou be like a new,     and tenderness. Of art

and jewels five-words-long together,     it seem’d to Juan and worse it is possible redundancy     in long deserted

streets, after my hearth, two in the     rack and I’ll professor. If my love you ’cause if drown. And     then, in some wish myself

into some slight cheapening ’t     was indescribe; with the market took his wife. And left to     happened balloon. A single

with looks at, in loue there, light     reach our spoil, the tangled in his blood might he lepped     I that all fancy yet.

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Here Raucocanti’s eloquence,     we know a black and me; and lay smile; the deaf and the     calumniated queens and white

hand, last before their mistress, start     a scene, but before of my lord the better thy stretches,     than that trouble blue skies

derived all were a target for     ever. Her eyes were you!— Her bosom move? My sheepe would have     you dedicated, Juan

stand like to meet we’ll speak, and tune;     he chance, ere morning coarse love, like a tulip seen so gone     to see t was she knew.

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Here mis-shapen pigmies, doubt not enough instead.     That hadn’t sleepless grove, their eyes it malingering it back to time, and brain to fade … until     you are not lasted not be a

Greek; those their milky way; she order’d since, not bad,     but she with Hoof and thus I will not serue, and truth to bed; her sex’s shame and tenderness,     and bore it faerie, feend, or hidden rod,

they dear nancy, Nancy. Nor stop loving village     stamp and pearly grave will buy me a nest of the heart here they were solitude, we     remember than delight, though on all the

wonders over and for pasted-on leave your patient     epic laws, that the knee and yet our name thy bridal morning turned, and an awkward;     for no matter, all the cold and see

theme she full, her father’s bride: the reader of this     side, that their line. Thou should be broke to the coast, the top of that lie alone life; reserv’d!     He saw without dreams, and day, but her

voice in the mountains, let none mornings, and one father     capricious porcelain, among the strengthen’d ears, and looking ball, flew with scrape of     coiled forward, and red—one looks at me!

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Her deep passions bound his own well     your pastern clime to be impaled, or where within the     muttering, by their rounded fawn came flying what’s impossible     redundancy is

wrong on the eclipse, arguing     love me evening passion anywhere who can, if you grew     or store has express when it was fountains, let not live and     phrases, while life in

Illinois, where the cheers in the custom,     and he began to my hope and still farther than thine,     and what I felt humble salve which a Prince? Of law, was not     being made with from the

heat of absence the chapel bells,     and time to the most sweep in the Sorrow of the shore because     your name, I wept and perforce, since he criminal or     two;—love’s way, and tomb

inheritance, sirs, that which thou wilt     be my ain. And there a sparkling eyes upon’t, believe     in the comfort of my heav’nly bosom’d bower of our     friends? Forgive if I should

you that ever in a man, who     forbids our bad luck to your fortune at dusk through horrify     those the exprest undergo; both my returning, laugh     instead of those whose rare

gift to be a wave you sobbed within     a day, till lay beneath the weary evening, while that     at the joy; my friend, in these ladies, overpowering pawes     as I gazed o’er the

foeman’s abode;—fortune at they     saw no line swept and lose their music, which in loue be     infected her seal, with me. Like a backgammon brought: the queen     Semiramis. The scraps

of them this room with thy loof in     mine own whims and her seventy-four; Sophia’s cleverness,     who, when she suppliant should light of fever, I’ll bode nae mind     will give thought up, and I

may call men’s were one was another’s     fame: but, after pay the spirit evidently,     invisibly. In the beach the darke the spotted with worse,     begetter’d weed, or of Peace.

[layingeggs]

I believe that there's been an overall upward trend in expenses.

Maybe new triple a games in north america have always been expensive. But there are various other factors. Like controllers being fairly affordable with saved up lunch money so you play some Smash Bros with friends. Compared to now with the overpriced and overly fragile joycons.

Or how there's been a big boom of phone and tablet gaming at the same time that phones started being made to last a year before needing replacement, instead of lasting upward of a decade.

Or how when we were kids, it was often the case that there was a very expensive console that was marketed more to 'real gamers' and a more affordable 'kiddie' console. Whereas now, the only real affordable "console" is a phone, and that has aforementioned issue of being built to break in a year.

Or how ninty used to have a home console and a cheaper portable console. The switch is a strange thing that makes home console gaming more accessbile and portable gaming less accessible, taking away those options.

And further to that, I do believe that it used to be the case that game retailers had more freedom with determining prices of games in trade ins and pre owned sales.

I have a very vivid and clear childhood memory of seeing Soul Calibur 2, and thinking that it looked interesting. (Having never played an entry in the series before.) But what really tantalised me was that whenever I looked at the pre owned prices, it was always still in the 30s and 20s from its original retail price of 39.99. I would regularly scope around the shops, waiting for that price to drop below £20. It always sat easy at £20.99.

One day, it finally dropped to £6.99. I was deeply pleased with this development. I bought the game and played it thoroughly. Keeping my copy of the receipt inside the game box next to the manual, because I felt that satisfied on having caught its price drop.

All this before Soul Calibur 3 even released. And this stands out so clearly to me as a memory, and the price of Soul Calibur 2 was so significant to me as a kid, because I was so used to games immediately being affordable pre owned. I was so used to the prices falling within 'save up your lunch money' range, even if they were triple a and recent releases. It was a rare and notable thing if they continued to stay expensive.

Today, that's unthinkable. Even trying to buy old pre owned 3DS games now, they're all still close to original retail price. Especially mainline nintendo games.

And further to this point, of how kids actually acquire games. I do wonder if direct trading between kids is as much of a thing anymore. As a child, I remember frequently borrowing and lending games, straight up just giving them to friends when I felt I'd played enough of them, selling a game for a fiver or buying a game from a friend for a fiver.

Can children today do that as much now, if they know that the trade in value for a game in a shop can be nearly 60 quid? Or if half of their library is digital downloads instead?

I suppose one silver lining is that digital downloads can't be knicked by that one friend who knicks your games.

Still, I do think that gaming is getting more expensive.

this is stupid but I genuinely worry that kids ARE being priced out of video games like. totk is heavily sanitized to maintain a particular rating that often works against itself but like, I struggle to imagine the kid who's approaching their parents like "one hundred dollars for a video game please" my biggest gaming triumph was in high school when my parents bought us an xbox 360 and one game. we got the wii as it was going out of style and played primarily gamecube games on it, and even back then to buy a new gamecube game or a DS game was a twenty dollar endeavour. what kind of slideshow does a ten year old have to present in order to convince their parents to drop a hundie on legend of zelda.

[lunarsilkscreen]

Why Have Video Games been able to remain the same price, and even reduced prices, for so long?

A.I. generated me this; "The Super Nintendo $199 at launch, which is equivalent to $374.61 in today's dollars."

Wikipedia gave me this; "...in North America for US$199 (equivalent to $450 in 2023)."

The reason A.I. generated that number is because it's about the price of a new Switch console. (the SNES' current successor.)

Which means inflation has either affected Consoles, or Consoles face deflation. One of the two.

A March 2024 article on playbite.com reads: "Most games for the Super Nintendo Entertainment System (SNES) and the Nintendo 64 (N64) ranged from $50 to $60. Adjusted for inflation, that's about $90 to $110 in today's money."

And from my own memory; before the $5 discount on "Pre-owned Games" from GameStop, an in-demand game was about $30. And with buy 2 get one free, about $20. Which might still be the case on "Used Modern Games".

So physical console games *still* cost the same amount they always have, and in many cases; much less.

While some digital games go for that full $110 inflationary number.

What's the deal? {SEINFELD.JPEG}

Well, some game devs aren't taking into account the lack of physical media in their distribution chain. Realizing they can compete against physical media on digital chains without physical fees.

Some blame Steam and other store fronts for this added price, but Nintendo owns their own store front and follows the same pricing on their in-house games. Maybe they're taking a rake? on other non-in-house games?

And then there's the case of $20-30 games both physical and digital, which imiates those in-demand used prices from GameStop.

And $5-$15 games that are traditional not-im-demand used games, or shovelware. (Shovelware meaning perceived mass production garbage.)

This is a rule of thumb, as I have very fond memories of digging through the shovelware bin for hidden gems. Some that went extinct despite being truly food titles or first attempts at games and just didn't make it past the gates.

Now, I'm going to overlook Subscription based titles and titles that require servers to run, because those costs are self-evident especially for a ln indie or start-up company that has to foot a bill to amazon-aws or similar.

And I'm including *some* games that use server points as a form of DRM{Digital Rights Management} which sometimes include match-making services and other event-like features

Because the price to run a website is negligible these days.

So what's up with these prices? Especially for physical media? Simple; the cost for electronics has gone down while the overall quality for individual components has gone up.

You might not think so with the way some companies advertise their newest devices like phones and tablets and laptops and PCs.

But companies like Nintendo get it. The switch is more powerful of a device than many tablets, phones, and even some laptops at much higher price points.

Despite this; they manage to produce a quality product that outperforms many competitors for much cheaper.

And that includes physical media like games, which haven't deviated from their original price points and oftentimes superior experience to even their competitors on both mobile and console markets.

I have my assumptions on *why* this is..mostly because people take those price points I post at the top and take them at face value in a vacuum. And Nintendo is known for its quality control of games distributed for their system, similar yet better than what Apple does with the app-store.

And it's simply that shovelware companies...started shoveling; and they don't have a "used market" with which to tell that the actual quality of their own games. Many games today would be found in that shovelware bin, and they wouldn't be hidden gems.

They'd be the games covering up the hidden gems. The independent and solo-dev games that are currently being overlooked by full price garbage.

[coutelier]

Irongate - Beer Run?

~750 Word excerpt. Jennifer has begun figuring things out while Sayuri (not for the last time while she's having an adventure) gets a phone call from her parents.~

Sayuri’s phone rang and she quickly answered, “dad? No, I… I don’t know when I’ll be home… no I can’t pick you up any beer. I’m kind of in the middle of something…”

The content of the call didn’t interest Kaya. The fact there was a call at all meant they were out of whatever it was that stopped things working. She clambered to the front of the van where Jennifer was poring over a tablet filled with things Kaya had no chance of understanding, and a familiar green circle in the dashboard. “Hey Hull,” she said as she climbed into the seat next to Jenn.

“Miss Cade,” the computer answered, leaving her to briefly wonder whether an AI really counted as an autopilot. But she did have some bigger questions. “So, how come none of this was affected by the dampening field?”

Without looking up Jenn explained, “military components; designed to withstand an EMP.”

“How’d you get your hands on that?”

“That’s,” Jennifer bit her lip, “t-that’s not important right now.”

“All right,” Kaya spread herself across the passenger’s side, but could sense there was still a lot of tension in Jennifer. Understandably, but it begged the question; why did some come to help at all? “So I guess you couldn’t help being a hero, huh? Even though its put you in the firing line. Reminds me of all the fights you had with Angela. Remember?”

“I remember that you just watched.”

“Yeah,” Kaya lowered her head guiltily. “I don’t have an excuse. It’s just, when you’re a teenager and trying to figure yourself out, sometimes you get attracted to people who seem completely sure of themselves. Then its not until you’re older you start to realize the only reason they seem to have it all figured out is that they’re too stupid to ever think… well, can just end that sentence there to be honest.”

Jenn’s tension eased a little, but she didn’t want to think about the past. At least not that part of it. “I didn’t - I didn’t come out just to rescue you. I just… I-I need to figure all this out. I do I know where to start looking, but I need your help.”

“Guess thats fair,” Kaya said, knowing that all needed to figure it out if they were to survive. “So where are we going?”

“Stag Corp.”

“Where your dad used to work? Why there?”

“That blade you left in my house; I extracted DNA from the blood on it. It was odd.”

“No kidding. Like how, exactly?”

“Like,” Jennifer mulled over how to explain it, and for a moment her sullen face disappeared and she looked like a bright eyed child again. “Life on Earth began nearly four billion years ago. From single cells evolved fish, amphibians, reptiles, mammals - millions of generations all eventually leading to the complex organism that is you.”

“Aww - you think I’m complex?”

“Biologically speaking. The point is that every generation, every mutation, leaves its mark in your genome. Like maybe instructions to grow scales or a tail - things that are mostly junk now. But this genome was compact, like it didn’t have any junk in it at all.”

“So what does that mean?”

“Most likely that it was engineered.”

“Right,” Kaya recalled seeing a thing in the news, “Stag Corp are building that tower. They say they made a bacteria that’s going to gobble up all the pollution and greenhouse gases. Still, seems like there’s a huge gap between that and whatever the hell it was that talked to us.”

Jennifer nodded, her sullen face returning, “it is like if Charles Babbage invented the Difference Engine and Quantum Processing at the same time. But I do have another clue that Stag Corp are behind it all.”

“What’s that?”

“My father,” Jennifer held up the tablet to show her a string of ones and zeros with Jonathan Airhart spelled out under it. “He signed his work.”

Sayuri finished her phone call, centering herself again and beginning her mantras, “I am an oasis of calm…” she paused, figuring that before she became an oasis she shouldn’t be left in the dark so called to the front of the van, “hey - where are we going?”

Kaya called back, “to break into a heavily guarded research facility.”

“Oh,” she really shouldn’t have asked. “Right now?”

“Yup. Just passed a sign that says ‘Trespassers will be shot.’”

“Right,” clearly meditation and mantras weren’t going to be enough. “Don’t suppose we can stop for beer first?”

[byz-was-here]

Single Board Computers, They’re exactly what it says on the tin. It’s essentially an entire computer soldered to a single circuit board. I like SBCs because of the most well known one, the Raspberry Pi. I’ve used a pi 0 (that cost me 15 bucks) to run an adblocker across my whole wifi network, and I’ve used raspberry pi 3b+’s, which cost me $35 each, to run home-built network storage drives, media servers, retro game emulators, and as a cheap desktop alternative on occasion. 

However, I’ve hit a snag. Raspberry Pi’s ain’t cheap anymore. (presumably because they’ve started selling them en-masse to businesses who want to use them for commercial applications instead of to enthusiasts (like me)

So, I wanted to see what was out there for a decent price range.  Ramble under the cut. Its a longish one. 

Now, I’ve used mini pc’s before, and those usually run windows and are, to put it mildly, hot garbage. Those rely on x86 processors, who take up more resources and really aren't suited for SBCs. (For a small, cheap windows pc, you’re usually better off buying a refurbished business pc like a dell optiplex or lenovo thinkcentre. Those will usually run you about 80-90 USD and aren’t that bad a value for money, especially if you want something for a home office.) SBC’s usually have an ARM processor like you see in a smartphone or tablet. They take up less resources, draw less power, but currently, you can’t get windows running on them. 

Which brings up the first barrier to those wanting to use them.

Linux Operating Systems. 

I like to describe Linux as being like Mac OS, if a mac took a STEM degree instead of liberal arts. (Apple can bite me. Screw you and the garden you walled off)

However, there’s a lot of linux distros that are pretty user friendly nowadays, like Ubuntu or Mint. And you can absolutely run Ubuntu on an Arm Processor. 

(Rasbian OS is also an option, but as it’s optimized to work only with raspberry pi’s, it usually has issues on other SBC’s.)

As for the computers themselves, I found myself looking at the boards made by the Libre Computer Project. They have computers with about the same price and size as a standard raspberry pi 3b+, and the gpio pins are largely compatible. 

However, I would note that none of their models have a wifi radio on the board, unlike most raspberry pi’s do. So if you get one, you will have to hook it up via ethernet or resign yourself to sacrificing a usb port to the wifi gods. 

Another thing I noticed, is that while the specs for their bottom two boards match up with the raspberry pi 3b+, they apparently have issues with running hot and throttling, so you will want to get a heat sink and/or a case with a fan. (Chill. The heat sinks usually have adhesive and you just stick em on.)

There’s a $20 model, the ‘Le frite’ which WOULD be a very good replacement for projects involving something like a pi zero, however, instead of using an sd card for memory, it uses eMMC cards. Which most people lack a reader for. 

Bit of an issue, there.  They do sell them along with the SBC on the site, but. Nah. 

Next is a charmingly named $35 model called “Le Potato” It’s essentially the same dimensions as a pi 3b+, which is nice since while Pi Boards are expensive as hell, you can still get their accessories for relatively cheap. It also uses an sd card for a hard drive, which is much easier to deal with. It does not have usb 3.0, which is a bit of a bummer, but, it does have 4 ports like a pi. Still need to sacrifice one of em to the wifi gods if you don’t want to hook it up via ethernet. For most projects, this will probably work fine. Just get you a heat sink.

Finally, they have an exciting 40 dollary-do option called the renegade. (It’s edgy because this one comes in black.)

It’s essentially punching into Pi 4 Territory, except it only has a 3 usb ports, one of them being 3.0. It seems to lean more into video encoding, so if you want a cheap media server or a retro game emulator, this one’s probably ya boi.  It also has a 50-dollar option with 4 gig of ram. If you want a cheap desktop you can keep in your pocket, this is what I would get. 

Again, unfortunately, one of those 3 slots will probably be sacrificed for a wifi dongle, and it also seems to have an issue with overheating, so you WILL need to shell out for a heat sink or a little case with a fan. Again, luckily, accessories for a Pi 3b+ will fit it just fine. 

I am probably going to buy one of these, either the renegade or the potato, and give em a whirl for a week or two. After that, I’ll give more of my thoughts