#the man is a fraud your honour

[goongiveusnothing]

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omg, i LOVE you

did you have a turning point where you started to see him for who he was? i can't said i was his fan but i liked him, but after his charade during the BLM protest where you can see it was so staged: the camera following him, him showing with POC. like this dude is around POC when he needed them. that situation opened my eyes

i wrote about why i got sick of him here.

i think for most of us it's becoming conscious of little things that seem indicative of more about him, but because nobody is allowed to talk about it, you just ignored it or looked away. until collectively you just have enough at some point.

the BLM stuff was one of the key turning points. him refusing to acknowledge the signs originally when they happened in 2017 or 2018. the fans starting to all hold signs. him still being too cowardly so giving an "all lives matter" type speech to try and assuage things. a journalist for i believe vice magazine saying she held up one of the signs right in front of him and he visibly "flinched" when he saw it. it had obviously become a trigger issue for him, something he clearly hated that the fans were seeking him to address.

when he held up a bunch of flags in a pile and one of them was the BLM flag so his fans claimed that as a triumph, even though it was clear he had no idea it was in the pile. him sharing a photo of the crowd with some BLM visible, his fans claiming this was him showcasing BLM, even though it wasn't him, he was just showing the crowd which were full of the signs. then finally him adding a tiny little sticker to a guitar, and the fans going out in rapture, claiming yes king, he saw them, "he gets it", he's so with them, such an activist.

then of course in 2020 when BLM became such a national movement, someone says they knew that he had deliberately planned to go to a certain place to pose in a certain position for photos, before leaving. of course taking along two random ethnic (i think one is asian?) people with him, acting like they were his good friends and like of course he knew anybody with melanin. when we've literally seen them with him at work maybe a handful of times. now how many times have they been seen with him since? it's not like they're jeff, cordon, ben, the gerbers etc.

at the same time he started following a few black models on instagram and liking their photos, as if he wanted to let us all know that yes, he thinks black women are okay to like on instagram? like, what? it was so fucking bizarre. he's never done that before or since. he seemed to think this was some legit black lives matter activism.

then in his blessed cocaine sideboob choke a woman with a view song he shares the line "riot america" inbetween all of that garbage about doing shit to a woman and other things. that's how he saw the events in america in 2020 involving civil rights for black people. riot america, moving on. that's all he managed to feel about it.

then there's the difference between him and ben winston and the azoffs, and him and i presume a catholic friend or person he knew, and zayn, the only brown member in the band. he never seemed to express the slightest bit of interest in zayn's background or pakistan heritage or islamic culture or food or traditions or language or literally anything. but he did manage to absorb as much as possible about like israel from ben/azoffs and then also got a cross/bible/crucifix necklace for someone catholic in his life. his sister has made weird islamophobic comments, one in particular i remember when she seemed to suggest that muslims in a particular area of london would lose their mind if she tried asking for a bagel in their shops. so, you know, there's THAT.

[dr-futbol-blog]

Letters from Pegasus, Pt. 3

McKay catches up to Ford in a corridor, seeming suddenly to be brimming with energy and good mood despite apparently having slept very little recently:

Ford: Are you ready to record your message? McKay: Already done. Actually, I took the liberty of doing mine in private. Now, it may require some, uh, editing. Ford: Editing. McKay: Yeah, I, uh, I went on a bit. Actually, I used the entire tape. Ford: You talked for an hour? McKay: You see, I found it rather therapeutic, actually.

What is noticeable here is that this McKay is the polar opposite of the one we saw previously. The entire concept of recording messages to Earth seemed to make him very uncomfortable, even sad. And now he seems to have changed his mind to an extent that he actually has to offer Ford an explanation for why he has done this sudden 180 turn on the mater. But his explanation is just an excuse. When we look at the contents of the message(s) he recorded, we get better insight as to his motivation.

I previously mentioned the humorous pastiche on leadership that we find in McKay's recording. Yes, he has been thinking about leadership recently. He has his own department and there is an unbelievable pressure on him in particular to make sure that Atlantis remains viable, that everything works. That all manner of life-threatening problems are solved. This pastiche is humorous to the audience because we are not asked to look at him as a leader but as the magic science man, the comic relief, not because he is not a leader or might not have anything of note to say about leadership.

He does bear the heavy burden of leadership himself but having met and gotten to know John Sheppard is also among the reasons why he has been thinking about leadership so much. He admires Sheppard, and we have seen him emulate him on multiple occasions. When he is at a loss of what to do, he does what he thinks Sheppard would do. He sees Sheppard as confident, capable, strategic, with an iron will and a big heart. Someone who inspires others, who takes care of others. Someone to look up to. He would follow Sheppard to the gates of Hell (or to a Hive, which he has already done several times).

Only, Sheppard himself does not see it like that. Sheppard is very uncomfortable in the role of a leader. The responsibility of authority is a heavy weight and due to his patriarchal family, he has been more or less rebelling against authority his whole life. At the end of the episode, he records a message to the family of Col. Sumner, whose life he was forced to take as an act of mercy and whose death is the reason this leadership role had been thrust upon him. He tells us: "He died with honour and courage in the performance of his duty. He carried the burden of a leader, and he carried it well. I didn't get the chance to know him well, but I know this: considering the type of man he was, and what we're up against, well, I wish he was still here."

In his own mind, John Sheppard is a fraud. He's not half the man Col. Sumner was. Sheppard has made one mistake after another because he is weak, and it is his inability not to feel that makes him weak. His love gets people killed, his love compromises the people he cares about, his love has caused him to make bad calls and wrong decisions, his love makes him see things a little different, his love is forbidden by the rules and regulations of the military he serves and, according to them, for good reason. He is not a leader. His leadership is a charade. If his men knew what he was, they would not follow him. If his superiors knew what he did, they would remove his command. He is wrong in all of this, of course, but that is how he feels. While they can read many things from each other's faces, see what the other person is thinking or feeling, neither man can see themselves through the other's eyes.

Because the character of Rodney McKay is often used as a comic relief in the show, it's sometimes difficult to see the more serious side of him. We are distracted by by his energy, his verbosity, his larger than life persona, so as not to fully comprehend the impact of some of the things he says, to not take them seriously or at face value. This actually started with his introduction in the main show. In Redemption, he has this exchange with Carter:

McKay: I always wanted to be a pianist. Carter: Excuse me?! McKay: A concert pianist. You know, a guy who plays the piano in front of lots of people? Carter: Right. McKay: What did you think I said? Carter: Never mind.

This is made humorous by the fact that Carter hears him saying "penis" instead of "pianist" which, as an aside, just goes to show that Carter does not believe he is straight for a moment. Annoying yes, irritating to be sure, but not straight. Carter's mind interpreted him as saying that he wanted penis like that was a thing that he might have said tells us that McKay has a certain context in her mind. But anyway, this exchange and the fact he is portrayed as comic relief conceals the impact of what he actually tells Carter:

I had a not-so-comfortable childhood. My parents hated each other, blamed me. Music… was my salvation. It had this… perfect order for me. When I was twelve, my teacher told me to quit. A fine clinical player, he said, but no sense of the art whatsoever. I turned to science because I thought it would be different than music, but it isn't, it's just the same. It's just as much of an art as anything else.

He was abused from a very young age and had no safe adults in his life. He needed to be saved so he attempted to save himself. It is absolutely heart-breaking.

This episode uses the same trope. The serious stuff is hidden within the comedy. But we learn many things about McKay:

This is Doctor Rodney McKay speaking to you from my base of operations in the lost city of Atlantis, located deep within the Pegasus galaxy. I record this message on the eve of our darkest hour. As I speak, an alien armada of biblical proportions is on its way, bent… dare I say hellbent--in keeping with the metaphor--on our destruction. We will do our best to stave off their attack but I am afraid that defeat is all but inevitable. I, and the other members of my team, face the most horrific deaths imaginable, as our very lives are sucked from our chests in a, in a, horrific… OK, starting again, starting again. Ford, just, just, cut that, alright?

McKay starts his message confidently. He is clearly a practiced public speaker as an academic. But as soon as he mentions the horrific deaths potentially faced by members of his team, he trails off, shifting his eyes in a way that shows him thinking about something particular connected to the topic of "his team". As soon as he thinks of Sheppard, he loses the thread of his though. This cuts directly to Sheppard and Teyla helplessly watching the wraith attack. When he is recording this, he is sure that they're all going to die. There's nothing that he can do to save the people he cares about. He uses the same term, alien armada, as Sheppard did because they've clearly been talking about this, just the two of them. His message then continues:

My friends. I'm Doctor Rodney McKay of the Atlantis expedition, and as the facts of our heroic struggle against the Wraith and our untimely demise are already known to you, in that light, I'd like to pass along some final thoughts. Now, my extensive education, training and first-hand experience in the field of astrophysics has given me a unique perspective that few on Earth or, well, on any other planet for that matter, can match. I'd like to take a few moments now to pass along that perspective to you. I'll begin with a few observations on a subject that is both near and dear to my heart: leadership.

He is recording this to an audience, addressing the whole thing to "my friends," being the US military. He addresses Ford several times. He is clearly performing. While recording Beckett's message, Ford was concerned with his use of the term 'earthling' as breaking security protocol where pretty much every word McKay is saying here would never make it past any security check. The made it clear that just the notion they were from Earth would be enough to make sure the tape would never get sent further than SGC. Note also that the concept of leadership is both near and dear to his heart. While they were discussing in the jumper, Teyla used the term 'dear friend'. Also, he is heroic and he does have a unique perspective, as in Sheppard's words, a little different. Even now, at the eve of their untimely demise he's thinking about other people and how he might help them. He believes that sharing his perspective here actually is something that people might find useful down the line. And one of the ways in which he is helping Sheppard is making sure that Ford and other members of the military that might be watching the tape understand that he likes blonde women very much:

I almost caught mono kissing a girl in Algebra Club. Missed an entire month of school. Still, the kiss was something, so it was... probably worth it. April Bingham--cute blonde! God--you see, I love blondes, especially with the the short hair. Samantha Carter--if you're watching, the torch is still burning--sadly, soon to be extinguished, but… You know, you should know--I think you are just so, well, you're great--you're really, really great, and I would go so far as saying you're the hottest scientist I've ever worked with. In fact, there's probably not a night that goes by that I don't find myself, uh… OK, Ford, let's, let's lose that. And let's get back to… leadership.

The first time that he kissed a girl he actually got sick. Like, really sick. And not from the mono, apparently. He also missed a whole month of school which was a bigger deal to him. He doesn't seem to know how to feel about the whole thing. He says the kiss was "something," lifting his brows to indicate that what ever it was, it wasn't good. Also, he does not say that this was the first time he kissed a girl. This is the only confirmed time he has kissed a girl, so it might even be the only time he kissed a girl. The only time we know of, anyway, besides Carter pecking him on the cheek to mess with him. He also does not say that this was his first kiss, only that he once kissed a girl.

He has said that he likes blondes previously, and this is just the easiest type of woman to fancy if you're doing it as a performance. Gentlemen prefer blondes, it's a whole trope in itself. But we have to make note of the fact that the following episode (The Gift, S01E18) actually textualizes the fact that he lies about his interest in women but, because it was aired after this episode, it's again a case of being asked to re-interpret earlier scenes in light of later information. Here, he says that he loves blondes like that's a completely normal thing for a heterosexual man to say to a woman, especially if his intention had been to genuinely come on to one. It tells us that in spite of having met some formidable women, he just does not see women as people. Further, he is saying all of this to Ford and to Carter. He even tells Ford "Well, enjoy!" as he leaves him with the tape; he speaks directly to Ford multiple times, I don't know how much clearer it could be made that he recorded all of this with Ford watching it in mind--and he tells Ford that he's not even bothered if his message won't make it through the gate.

What's interesting is that we actually see a heterosexual version of McKay in an alternate reality in the SG-1 episode The Road Not Taken. Unlike the McKay of Moebius who was essentially the same as our McKay but whose life had taken on an alternative course (he is from the same timeline that had split into a different future), the McKay in this reality is not the same as ours. He is one of the "infinite variations of our own known reality where alternate versions of you and I play out events in ways you can't possibly imagine," as explained by McKay in Vegas (S05E19), where we also find either a heterosexual Sheppard--or at least one that prefers women. McKay of this reality is married (not to Keller, who still has her maiden name), so the Vegas-McKay may even be married to Carter himself. Or some dude, what ever. By that time it was legal in Canada, after all. The point is, these two men (Vegas-Sheppard and TRNT-McKay) are not the same as ours, they come from alternate realities and it's interesting that for both of them, one of the most significant things that is different are their respective sexualities.

TRNT McKay has been married to Carter and they have since divorced. Given that Carter seems to have clocked that our McKay is gay, it's also interesting to note that the first thing that McKay suspects of Carter is that she--his ex-wife--is a lesbian. What's fascinating and definitely underlooked is the fact McKay of this reality has married an Air Force Major (Carter is Lt. Colonel by this time in our reality so the fact that he was still a Major in that reality is something). The way this McKay behaves toward Carter, who he has actually married and presumably has had sex with, is almost the polar opposite of the McKay of our world:

Carter: Hi, Rodney. Thank you for seeing me. McKay: Well, why wouldn't I? I mean, we're still friends, aren't we? Saw you on TV. Well, recorded you, actually. Not that I watched it more than once. I mean, I recorded it in order to watch you once--How can I help you?

He is not being sleazy but is almost shy, here. He is nervous, stumbling over his own words. He is going out of his way to show Carter that he respects her and does not just think of her a sex object. When he accidentally makes it sound weird, makes it sound like he might have been doing something that would violate her boundaries, he quickly backtracks and makes sure that she understand that it wasn't like that. These scenes are paralleled in how it is implied that he may have been entertaining himself in private with the thought of her. Only, in their world he is making sure that she understand that he wasn't doing that whereas in our world, he is implying to her that he definitely 100% was. Their McKay is clearly still in love with Carter, has had sex with her, is a "dot-com billionaire" (Bruce Wayne or Tony Stark without the alter-ego)--in other words, who has no need to project heterosexuality on to the world, and definitely not to convince Carter of this fact.

The fact that Carter knows that our McKay is prone to doing exactly something like what he does while he is recording these messages is lampshaded in the episode:

Carter: The Rodney I know is a master of subtle persuasion. McKay: Huh... Oh, you're lying again, aren't you?

Subtle he is not. There's nothing subtle in what we see on his tape.

We can compare these two Rodneys. In the first scene, here, he is having a quick private thought about his ex-wife having sex with another woman:

In the second, he has a quick private thought about someone with short hair.

Now, McKay says "you see, I love blondes, especially with the... the short hair." He starts off talking about blondes which is what he means to be talking about. But as soon as he mentions short hair, his mind clearly wanders off track. He is not thinking about blondes with short hair, there is clearly a pause between his thinking of blondes and his thinking of someone with short hair. And then he suddenly snaps out of his reverie and returns to the topic: Samantha Carter! Blonde, short hair. That's what he was supposed to be talking about. But between April Bingham and Samantha Carter, he zoned out entirely thinking about someone with short hair. And, well. We know that he has spent more than a few moments thinking about Sheppard's hair over the years.

What McKay is explicitly saying is that he doesn't think scientists generally are a particularly hot bunch, and as soon as his mind goes to hot people he's working with, it shifts from there to something he frequently does at night... which also makes him jump down from his chair. It is implied, of course, that he pleasures himself thinking about Carter but, then. He cuts from what he does at night directly back to... leadership. That is the association he makes. He has to swallow down as he speaks the word because he's clearly thinking about something inappropriate, and it is not Carter he has been thinking about in connection with leadership previously in the recordings.

He continues:

Never cared for dogs: too much work, too needy, too unpredictable. I mean, you leave one door open, the tiniest little cracks, and they're gone. You look for them, you put up fliers--it's no use--and since your father refused to pay for a license, the Animal Shelter has no way of tracking them. Y'know, God knows what happened to that little guy. Now cats--now that's a whole different story. Cats are self-sufficient, they're dependable; you shake the box, they come running--cynics would say it's because of the food but my cat… see, I truly believe he enjoys my company. There's something very comforting about coming home from work at the end of the day and having a familiar face waiting for you, you know? Still--I digress. Where was I? Uh, right. Leadership.

Now, I'm not saying McKay doesn't love his pussycat back home. I'm sure the cat is important to him. This whole thing could be read as a metaphor for bisexuality only, both of the animals here are "guys" and this seems to be much more allegoric of Sheppard and Mckay's personalities than anyone's sexual orientation.

Here we are told that McKay actually loves dogs, and it was due to the abuse he received from his father when he was young that he has now learned to say that he prefers cats. He actually loved that dog that he describes in a similar way to how one could describe Sheppard (shepherd obviously being a sheep dog; McKay even makes a reference to leaving the door open to find them gone when we just saw Sheppard leave the jumper door open as he left Teyla to do some reconnaissance back on the alien planet), and losing "that little guy" had been traumatic to him. So he got a pet that would be there and never leave him--only, this isn't what McKay is looking for. Sheppard needs someone that will never leave him, McKay is looking for someone that accepts him unconditionally--like a dog. In other words, McKay is the cat who wants a dog in his life and Sheppard is the dog who needs a cat in his life.

McKay describes the cat as a familiar face waiting for you when you get back home, and that's not what cats are stereotypically like. That is what dogs are like. Cat's don't really care if you're around where dogs are excited to see you come back home. He's talking about his cat but he is describing his love for a dog. He is talking about one thing while describing an entirely other thing at the same time. McKay himself is the cat, self-sufficient, dependable, and comes running when you shake the box. Sheppard is the dog, needy and waiting for you when you come home. Like he was earlier in the meeting. Needy and waiting for him to come home from work.

Each one of these entries ends on the topic of leadership because McKay is thinking about Sheppard. Everything he talks about, he is thinking about Sheppard. And when he says "There's something very comforting about coming home from work at the end of the day and having a familiar face waiting for you," he's not talking about the cat he left for his neighbour to take care of months ago. He is talking about his life right now, here on Atlantis. He told Ford that he has slept only six hours in the past several days, he has clearly been sleeping in the lab, and he has been unable to go back home. And it's not the quarters, old or new or better than their current ones, that is his home. It's the person who is waiting for him. The face that is most familiar to him is the face of the man he can read like an open book.

This is a confirmation of the fact that, at this time, they are most definitely bunking together. And, you know. What ever happens there is their business but the show has gone out of its way to let us know that they do, in fact, sleep in the same place.

The further the recording goes on, the more we find him rambling on about random things:

That's another sight I'll die without having seen. See--to be fair, when you've travelled as much as I've travelled, you'd think that missing Niagara Falls would be no big deal, but you know what? It gnaws at you. A lot of movies I wish I'd seen and won't see now. Never saw "Grease", even though I had a thing for Olivia Newton John when I was a kid. Always wanted to see "Ghandi"; only saw the first half of "The Sixth Sense"--always wondered how that ended. My sister! Ford, if you cut everything else, just keep this part, OK? Jeannie? This is your brother, Rodney… obviously! I wanna say… I wanna say something. Family is important. I've come to realise that because the people here have become a sort of a… kind of a surrogate family to me. Now, I know what you're thinking: I've never really been the poster child for that kind of sentiment but when… when one is contemplating ones own demise, one tends to see things more clearly. I really do wish you the best, you know, and I'm sorry we weren't closer. Perhaps, if by chance I make it out of this, perhaps one day we can be, and I would like that. Now--if there's time I'd like to go back to the subject of leadership.

He is musing about Niagara Falls, one of the most romantic places on Earth where people frequently get married, and about watching films where he had just recently been informed about the kinds of films Sheppard likes (cheesy sci-fi), and may have thought about the kinds of films he might like to watch with him that he himself likes. Things he would like to share with another person. Apparently ones starring Olivia-Newton John and John Travolta, and written by John Briley. I'm not saying that his brain has one track but apparently there's a lot of JohnJohnJohn going on there.

I want to highlight the fact that it is the film The Sixth Sense that finally reminds him of his sister. Again, the scene is supposed to be humourous because the film has a well-known twist-ending. Having missed the ending that everybody knows about is supposed to be comedic irony. He says that he has only seen the first half of the film, and is suddenly reminded of his sister. The first half of the film is about a child that is seeing a psychiatrist who suspects that his patient must be the victim of child abuse. It's pretty dark that it's this troubled, scared child that reminds him of his sister.

Also, later on (McKay and Mrs Miller, S03E08) Sheppard has this exact recording on his laptop. John Sheppard has this recording on his laptop. There is absolutely no reason why he should have it and how he would even have gotten his hands on it unless McKay gave it to him. He not only let Sheppard see it, probably watched it with him, but actually allowed and wanted for him to have a copy of it. McKay was doing this whole song and dance for Sheppard. Weir ends her own message to the families of the fallen soldiers with "I do wish I could tell you more. I'm sure you understand as a military family" again emphasizing the fact that being a member of the military requires an extra mile not just from them but also from their families. And Rodney McKay is also military family by this time. Because he loves a member of the military, there are things required of him that go above and beyond the duties of a civilian.

And the thing is, they both share this sentiment about having found a family on Atlantis. Explicitly so. In Sateda (S03E04), Sheppard and Teyla have this conversation:

Sheppard: Look, Teyla. I'm not really good at... Actually, I'm... I'm terrible at expressing... I don't know what you'd call it... Teyla: Feelings? Sheppard: Yeah, sure, OK. The point is, I don't really have good... Teyla: Social skills. Sheppard: Well, that is why I enjoyed flying choppers in the most remote part of my world before all this craziness happened, but you should know, I don't have... Teyla: Friends? Sheppard: No--I have friends! You, Elizabeth, Ronon, Carson, even Rodney, are the closest thing I have to a... Teyla: A family? Sheppard: I'd do anything... for any one of you. If I had to give up my life the way Ronon was going to, I would.

This is the same exact thought that McKay expresses on the recording that Sheppard has later watched. Sheppard also considers the people he has found on Atlantis as his family. I've discussed previously why he places McKay ("even Rodney") in the final position before (he attempts to mitigate the emotional impact by saying the most important thing last). But here, there is also an actual categorical difference between McKay and the others he mentions.

Yes, he considers all of them family but out of them, McKay is the only one of them who belongs to that second family one forms when one leaves one's birth family or family of origin to make a new family with a partner. The others he mentions are his "found family," a concept with which many non-heterosexual people are familiar with. A found family or family of choice is "a group of people without any blood relation that supports and cares for someone the same way family members would." They are that to him. McKay is his conjugal family, and there is a whole other set of responsibilities (and also privileges) that comes with that. And Sheppard also emphasized the fact his family are not his friends, they are different from that.

The discussion they have on Sateda rhymes with this episode in that Teyla and Sheppard are discussing the topic of family on Orin's planet while McKay is recording his message:

Teyla: Orin was a good friend of my father. Sheppard: I agreed to warn him. Teyla: If someone close to your family--a dear friend--was in danger of being taken by the Wraith, would you have not done the same? Sheppard: Not if it jeopardised the mission.

At the end of the episode, Sheppard says the following: "I'm not sure if Colonel Sumner's parents are still alive. Um, I'm not sure he even has a family back there--not all of us do."

Sheppard does not feel like he has a family back on Earth. As far as he is concerned, he has been disowned by his father and abandoned by his brother. He is clearly uncomfortable discussing the topic with Teyla. He does, however, consider Atlantis his home. Months ago, in The Storm (S01E09) he told Teyla: "Well, maybe in time this place will start to begin to feel like home." And later on, he confesses to the same person that he thinks of these people as his family. Sheppard and McKay feel exactly the same way about their situation. Atlantis is home and the people therein are family. They are family to each other.

And it's also interesting that the difference between a family and a dear friend is emphasized in this episode. Many people find it strange that McKay calls Beckett his best friend later on. But the thing is, McKay and Sheppard were never friends. They have never been friends. They are family but, in spite of just having an entire episode about brotherhood, they are not brothers, they are not cousins, they are not uncles or parents or nephews to one another. They are family but in a very different way than they are family to the others. They share between them that bond that is deeper than words, my friend, deeper than words.

There's a pretty famous scene in BTVS in which Spike shares his observation of Buffy and Angel's relationship:

Spike: The last time I looked in on you two, you were fighting to the death. Now you're back making googly-eyes at each other like nothing happened. Makes me want to heave. Buffy: I don't know what you're talking about. Spike: Oh, yeah. You're just friends. Angel: That's right. Spike: You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love till it kills you both. You'll fight and you'll shag and you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children. It's blood. Blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.

Family is different from dear friends. Family is having a familiar face waiting for you when you come back home. Especially if you have been pulling late-nighters at the lab and this familiar face usually stays up longer than you. It is home to each other these two are trying to get to every moment they are apart.

Continued in Pt. 4

[themalhambird]

There, in black and white, is photographic proof of Alfred Hillinghead’s damnation. 

It doesn’t matter if the photograph is staged. There’s no way that he can prove that, not quickly enough- and even if he could, it wouldn’t matter. To whom could Hillinghead take hypothetical proof of this fraud- this deep rooted corruption? The Chief Inspector is squarely in Harker’s pocket. Doubtless a large number of London’s judiciary are as well- they all run in the same sort of circles, the Sirs, the My Lords, the Your Honours of the world. And even if he could persuade one of them to believe him- there’s a couple of judges and a handful of magistrates that he considers friends, in a professional capacity at least, and he’s 

certain that any of them would at least hear him out…but what then? So this photograph is a set up, eh? Why yes, my lord. So you’re not a homosexual? Well actually, my lord…

Hillinghead clenches his fist, digging his nails into the palm of his hand so hard that it hurts. The pain is good, because it blocks out the distractions from the matter at hand- it stops him from giving in to the urge to either swing round and throw a punch straight at Harker’s face, or to fall to his knees and blubber like- 

A queer?  the nasty little voice inside his head whispers. 

-like a child, Hillinghead thinks loudly, stamping down on that voice with a mental foot. Now is not the time to break into pieces- he can do that after he has found a way to keep everyone safe- Polly and Charlotte, and Henry alike. Harker may still be talking, or he may not- Hillinghead doesn’t care to hear another word he says anyway. His own face stares up at him accusingly, and the image of himself in the arms of a dead man is burning itself into Hillinghead’s brain. 

***

If he didn’t feel— a deep regard and friendship for Henry, if Ashe were instead some faceless stranger— Hillinghead would still refuse to frame him. The law is the law: if they cannot find, or they cannot find the evidence needed to convict, the real killer the police do not get to pluck out some other unfortunate, inconvenient soul to swing for the offence. If Harker wants to fabricate evidence- fabricate a respectable reason for lurking in a segment of the city famous for its  sodomites and its prostitutes, buy a jury, and be found innocent of any involvement. Write The Star off as a rabble-rousing rag fit only for kindling, which anybody who’s opinion might impact on Sir Julian Harker  probably believes already. And in the meantime he, Hillinghead would despise every second of watching it happen- would smoulder with a white hot rage that he can’t prove that it’s happening- but he would be helpless to prevent it and it would at least leave him out of the perversion. Moreover, it has a better chance of clearing Harker in the public eye than framing Ashe ever does. A journalist accuses a wealthy man of colluding with the police force to shield him murder charges, and that same police force turns around and charges the journalist with the crime? It's an insultingly obvious attempt at framing someone, and Hillinghead would wonder why Harker, who’s allegedly clever, cannot see the flaws in this scheme of his. But deep down he knows: mighty men cannot resist the chance their power gives them to punish lesser men for catching glimpses of their sin. This isn’t meant to clear Sir Julian’s good name so much as it’s meant to punish Henry and Alfred both for tracking mud on it in the first place. It’s a crime so severe in Harker’s eyes that Henry has to die for it and he, Hillinghead, must live either with killing his lover, or with seeing his wife and daughter dragged down into ignominy and disgrace by his weakness. Those are the only two futures, in Sir Julian Harker’s world, and the world would probably bend Sir Julian’s way, except the bastard drugged him, laid him out in a dead man’s embrace, and then let him keep a copy of the photos. 

He needs to get Henry out of town. Hillinghead’s plan- the plan teetering on the very edges of his mind, the plan that he’s too afraid to properly acknowledge until he absolutely has to- does not work if there’s a brash, idealistic hothead armed with a printing press getting under foot and tripping it up. Besides, Hillinghead framing Ashe might satisfy whatever poetic notions Harker indulges in, but a stitch up would work just as well if another officer held the needle, and either Harker or the Chief Inspector might refuse to…….

It all came down to which of them was considered the greater threat. Hillinghead’s money would be on Henry every time. The man is braver, and more tenacious, and more honest than Alfred in every way- Hillinghead dropping his pursuit of Harker in no way guaranteed that Ashe would roll over, and go away. So Hillinghead needs to get Henry out of town, give him no option but to flee London and lie down low somewhere until everything is over, and there’s an obvious way of doing that. It will make the man hate him, but better Henry hate him and live than love him and die. The walk between the station and Henry’s apartment is exactly long enough to irrevocably fix Hillinghead’s resolve and when he knocks at the door, he savours these last few seconds of Henry Ashe believing that Alfred Hillinghead is worth something. 

***

He returns to the station to write out a confession, and gives it to the chief inspector. Then he heads home, for what he is painfully aware will be the last time in his life. 

The problem with blackmail is that there’s no such thing as a one off payment. Hillinghead has seen it happen before: once becomes twice, twice becomes thrice, and thrice becomes an adulterous husband pawning family jewels - then accusing the servants of theft when his wife notices her favourite earrings are missing. It becomes a governess stabbing a footman for holding knowledge of her bastard over her head until the money dries up and desperation takes control. “They’ll never stop fucking you”, Henry had said- but Hillinghead already knew that: it is the only thing allowing him to make a little piece with how badly he was about to hurt Charlotte. If he had been willing to turn on Henry, he might’ve spared her some more immediate pain-  but what then? He could do everything that Harker asked of him from now until the second coming of Christ, and if it becomes more expedient to him than having an easily replaceable, dirty Detective Inspector on the books, Harker would still be able to “expose” those photographs- only by  that time, there would be a whole litany of other, real offences that could be used to drag Hillinghead down and how many other Henrys- how many other innocents- would have been harmed in the meantime? Better that the pain should come sooner, and so be over sooner- although perhaps that’s his own cowardice talking. After all, if Harker is appeased by what he’s done (he wonders if the Chief Inspector has gone to Harker already; he wonders how little time he has left to make his apologies) he’ll only have to face the world’s derision for as long as it takes him to end up on  the gallows.

If Hillinghead had done as Harker wanted, then in ten-twenty-maybe even thirty years time, Charlotte would find herself to be the wife of a crooked, corrupt officer sentenced- to jail, to death, it hardly mattered which. The outcome would be the same: Charlotte would be shunned from society and, for those ten-twenty-thirty years, Alfred very much doubted that their marriage would continue to be as amicable as it had been. Guilt- about Harker, about Henry- would, he knew, make him withdraw in ever growing shame. He wouldn’t be able to help himself. She’d become a widow long before she had to put him in a grave. On the other hand, if Hillinghead had done nothing and Harker made good on his threat, then Charlotte became publicly scorned as the wife of a sodomite and an alleged murderer, subject to all sorts of scrutiny from the broadsheets and speculation from the gutter press as a trial fed public interest in the scandal. If she stood by him, she would be tainted by suspicion: how much did she know, when did she know it, how was it possible for a wife not to know that she’s sharing a bed with a killer? If she denounced him, she would be branded as unfeeling- heartless, even. A good wife was loyal to her husband no matter the circumstances, no matter how bad his prospects looked…and if she believes in his guilt, then why wait until it all became public to come forward? Why not voice her suspicions to the proper authorities herself?

But Alfred has signed a written confession. There will be no trial. He will be arrested, and he will be executed, and Charlotte will be allowed to be horrified and heartbroken and innocent of any prior inkling of his crime because his confession specifically states that he committed the murder in panic because his victim threatened to inform his wife of a brief affair, long over. Most importantly, she will be free of him with as little notoriety attached to having been his wife as possible under the circumstances. 

She’s a beautiful woman, Charlotte. She is beautiful, she is kind, and she is strong. Someone out there will fall in love with her: Alfred hopes that, within the limited set of choices he could have made,  he has done enough to preserve her respectability, to engender compassion, even, for her situation- to leave her, once widowed, in a place where she is able to marry again if she wants to. She still has a whole lifetime ahead of her, and the best amends that he can make to her for the mess that he’s made is to maximise her chances for happiness once the dust has had a chance to settle. As for Polly…she will have her mother. And he hopes that she’ll still have some fond memories of her father- that she won’t despise him, not entirely. He loves them both- he loves Henry too-and he does not regret, in the end, trying to uncover the truth. He loved being Detective Inspector Hillinghead. And for the last time, he opens his front door and is embraced by the music that his daughter is playing.

[elenwen-and-ondolemar]

A letter to the esteemed First Emissary and Lord Chief Justiciar. Throughout my many long years of traveling across Cyrodiil following the ravages of the Great War, I took it on myself to make a study of correspondences of the Imperial Soldiers and those letters that the priesthood allowed me to peruse from their records. In these letters and records, I would often come across something rather stimulating and odd, that I would appreciate getting your learned opinions on. Specifically the case of Elven men and women of the Empire, giving praise and worship to the God Talos. Though this was not uncommon in the latter days of the Septim Empire, it is still something of note, and I am rather curious as to what the Official opinion of the Thalmor is on these Mer (Bosmers, Dunmers, and Altmers alike) worshipping what became known as the God of Man. And on a more personal level what your personal opinions are on the matter. Simply a case of assimilation into the mainstream culture of the Septim Empire, where the Eight and One became synonymous with the faith in the Aedra?

But if so, how does one explain the exploits of the reknowned healer Gureryne Selvilo, a Dunmer of Chorral providence, who alone saved hundreds of Imperial Partisans during the war who seemed to give praise to Talos above all others? Were it not for his disappearance after the war I would query him myself, but alas no trace can be found of this hero. So again I ask for your commentary on this phenomena of the Septim Empire, and of those few Elves who may still follow Talos to this day. With Regards, Primate Rurik Dralgoner of the Temple of the One

Elenwen: I do not find it very surprising that some Cyrodiil-bred elves have acknowledged Talos as one of the Nine. The people of Cyrodiil trusted in their priests and Emperor, as is natural. Thankfully, your cult no longer promotes the false worship of Talos. All your faithful are better guided as a result.

Ondolemar: It doesn't surprise me either that your devotee to Talos was a Dunmer. The Dunmer have been afflicted by a terrible spiritual disorientation, ever since their false gods were cast down and exposed as frauds. Many in Morrowind have returned to the Daedra, others to a more basic form of ancestor worship. Still others honour the Aedra, following either the ancient Aldmeri forms or the rituals of the Imperial cult. Very few of these new converts focused upon Talos as a patron. As Ambassador Elenwen says, Cyrodiil-assimilated mer came to accept Talos as a part of the Imperial faith, but his presence in the pantheon rarely inspired them. But, in a time of spiritual disorientation, searchers will find all sorts of strange rituals and beliefs. Since the priest in question is lost, very likely a casualty of the last war, we may never know what drove him to prize Talos so highly. It is a pity that a mer who had officially pledged himself to Stendarr could not find the fullness of mercy and healing in his own patron.

I would also wish that our own people followed the forms and creeds prescribed by our ancestors, but we recognize that mer who have left behind Alinor may be long-distanced from that tradition. It is not our duty to police any worship save for the illegal veneration of Talos.

[forensicated]

Smiffina Episodes - Good Cop Bad Cop

Whilst Gina is still away and Smithy is still Acting Inspector, this is obviously a huge impact on their relationship - especially at the start given how Smithy and Callum rubbed along.

The Relief have been given outstanding warrants to complete, Dan and Tony arrive to do one where the girls housemate calls her to the door, warning them that she 'got in late last night'. Lucy appears hungover and proceeds to vomit on Dan's legs before they can get her in the car. It's going to be one of those days.

In the yard, a tall, well built man is surveying the officers banter. He follows them into custody where chaos reigns with one prisoner taking another hostage with a cricket bat. The tall man throws his bag at the man holding Lucy hostage which disarms him and allows him to be arrested. Smithy grabs the man to arrest him as he thinks he's one of the suspects. The man presents his warrant card - he's Sgt Callum Stone, arriving for his first day. Bloody good job considering he walked into the yard and into custody unchallenged.

Start as you mean to go on, boys.

Lucy fell once she was freed from the second mans grasp and is bleeding from the back of her head. Thankfully it doesn't appear it happened in the chaos but the boys admit they thought she was just drunk/hungover as she mentioned nothing and didn't lower her hood.

Smithy catches up with Callum once Lucy is on her way to St Hugh's. He apologises for the unconventional welcome after having just seen the email to tell him of Callum's posting. Callum just laughs and says he's glad it's official, he'd started to worry he was at the wrong station

Finally in place, Callum arranges Will and Diane to look into Lucy's background as a 'tom' and see if a pimp or client hurt her. He and Dan head to the hospital to see how Lucy is. She is badly concussed but the strange thing is the injury has already been stitched to professional standard but not at the hospital or others nearby. The wound is consistent with being hit by a blunt instrument or a fall. Callum has started calling Dan 'Daniel' and it's clear Dan doesn't like it. Will and Diane are able to fill in the timeline of where she was the night before - she appears to have been at a party as part of the entertainment, but the host is a former Hoxton DI. Smithy worked with the DI as a probationer on a fraud investigation. He had come across as a family man devoted to his wife. He suggests Callum take Dan to the flat to see if Donnelly can fill in the gaps without shaming him for paying for company.

Donnelly (it's impossible to hear Donnelly without hearing the Thomas The Tank Engine theme in your head if you're from the UK.) admits Lucy was at the party and a little bit the worse for wear. He brings up that she fell and hit her head before Dan or Callum mention it. Callum asks about witnesses and Donnelly claims everyone else had gone by then. He got a retired doctor friend to 'patch her up' at Lucy's request rather than make it official because drugs had been present and Lucy didn't want official questions asking as she has a son in care she wants to get back. Callum frowns but takes photographs of the scene despite it 'all being cleaned up' and asks for the names and address of all in attendance including the doctor. The doctor insists if he'd known she was concussed that he would have insisted she went to the hospital but Donnelly had explained it in a way that made it not seem a bad fall. Callum's done some digging, far from the friendly relationship that Donnelly had made out, he'd actually gotten the doctor struck off for fraud 8 years before. The doctor dismisses it as them having 'kissed and made up' and asks to leave. Callum asks if Lucy's injuries could have been caused by anything other than a fall but the doctor refuses to speculate.

Will and Diane report Donnelly's friends are less than impressed at him being investigated as they claim he is an honourable ex-officer who is still picking up the pieces after his wife left him. At the hospital Lucy claims she was only at the party to serve the drinks but she must have drank more than she served as she slipped and banged her head outside when she went for air. Her explanation is almost word for word the same as Donnelly said, including how she asked him to fix it for her because she's trying to get her son back. Callum plays Mr Nice Guy and claims they're just glad that she's OK and asks if she's had any visitors. Lucy insists she hasn't but the flowers beside her bed didn't appear by magic. Callum checks CCTV - Donnelly visited and he's clearly told her what to say.

Callum tells Smithy he thinks Donnelly hurt Lucy and she's covering because she's scared. Donnelly arrested Lucy several years ago and suspects that he's turned a blind eye the next time in return for favours. He shows Smithy the pictures he took of the scene and points out an expensive fireside set missing the poker despite just moving in. He suggests that he hit her over the head with it and disposed of it when the bin men came that morning. Smithy sighs and considers it before allowing Callum to send 'Starsky And Hutch' (an unimpressed Will and Diane) to the tip to search for it.

Back at the hospital Callum tries to press Lucy for the truth but she's having none of it, having a clear distrust of the police. Eventually she cracks, telling them that he'd promised to help her officially however he continued using her for information and sex. She admits he hit her when she tried to end their arrangement but refuses to co-operate. With no official statement, Callum returns to Donnelly's. He tells Dan its a fishing trip and to keep quiet and do as he says. He accuses Donnelly of forcing Lucy to keep quiet after he assaulted her. He insists the poker has been found and bagged. Donnelly smirks and looks to Dan "he's [Callum] good, he's very good..." but claims if they had real evidence they'd be arresting him. Callum simply smiles and plays along. "Can't blame me for trying." He wants a result and Donnelly smarms that results come in all shapes and sizes so what does Callum really want? Callum sends an unimpressed Dan away and tells Donnelly he knows about the relationship he and Lucy had and that the FIU will start looking into his cashflow as it's an extravagant place for a DI's pension, especially with maintenance. "You're fishing." Donnelly smirks and Callum replies. "You're hooked."

Donnelly insists he's checked into Callum and he's not exactly whiter than white himself. "My record is clean." "So's mine..." Donnelly smiles before asking Callum how the situation go away. Outside Dan is unimpressed and even thrusts Callum against the car. Callum tells him simply he threatened Donnelly and he simply laughed at him. He tells him not to mention it to Smithy and sends Dan, Diane and Will for refs, saying he's just going to make some calls. Dan seems suss about his new Sergeant. He brings it up in the canteen and Reg says he's heard dark whispers about Callum whilst Tony says he's heard the opposite. Dan admits he seems OK but there's something odd about the case and Stone's dealings with it. Will suggests it'll all get sorted out when they get forensics back on the poker.

In the property room, Callum has signed the poker out as a 'mix up to be returned to its owner', telling the PC he'll sort it with Smithy. He hides it in his bag and tells Smithy that the poker was covered in so much crap that forensics couldn't get any clear prints and as Lucy won't give a statement there's nothing they can do about it. He takes the poker out, telling Dan he's nipping out and to cover to him. Dan tries to bring up what he thinks about the case and refuses to lie to Smithy. Callum says it's not lying and just covering and calls him Daniel again - making Dan snap at him that he doesn't like being called Daniel. Suspicious, Dan takes his thoughts to Smithy. Smithy tells Dan he was just about to come and find him for the same thing. Smithy tells him Stone told him that forensics told him there were no prints but Will has told him the poker never got that far so Dan tells him exactly what he knows happened - including getting sent out of the flat. Smithy and Dan track Stone down to a cafe where he and Donnelly are meeting to discuss handing it over. Donnelly tries to flee and Callum again gets restrained by Smithy too under suspicion of being bent - however it turns out it was a covert sting to catch Donnelly trying to bribe Callum for the poker and confessing what he did to Lucy - including skimming from her earnings to afford his fancy new lifestyle - set up before Callum left the station. Smithy is Not. Impressed. and he walks off in frustration.

At the station Smithy clearly is not happy with Callum for going over his head to arrange the sting and for treating everyone else 'as extras in The Callum Stone Show'. Callum explains it as it being his first day at Sun Hill and him not knowing who he could trust as Donnelley had been in the force for a long time and who knew who his friends were - especially as Smithy had said he knew him. Smithy growls that if he knew the first thing about him he'd know how ridiculous that was - and Callum points it out that exactly - he doesn't know him so doesn't know what he's about. Smithy clips his wings, telling him to run everything by him in future at Sun Hill follow procedure and they work as a team. He then asks why he chose to come specifically to Sun Hill. "Personality clash." Callum shrugs. "My inspector didn't like me flying solo."

At the end of the shift, Callum finds the relief in the pub - and overhears them talking about him, telling Will in answer to his statement that 'it might seem that he hadn't tried to get to know them during the day but it's not true. He'd done his homework before arriving. He knows Reg and Tony have been asking questions about him, he knows that "PC Casper is a bit unsubtle at times but he's strong, that Will has a big future ahead of him and a big head to match it given he doesn't think he has anything to learn. He then tells Will he can prove to him how good he is by taking up a spot on the FLO course that has opened up. "What about me, Sarge?" Diane asks. Callum looks thoughtful and tells her that he's learnt Diane "doesn't like being ignored." Dan apologises to Callum before he leaves for going to Smithy and Callum tells him it's absolutely fine - and finally calls him Dan. He then attends hospital and tells Lucy that he'll talk to social services for her and tell them she's a model citizen if she'll inform on Donnelly and give up the drugs and booze. He then asks her to become a snout for him instead - officially and above board and he'll pay her for it and be straight with her if she's straight with him. She agrees and tells him he's not like other cops.

[tgarnsl]

Doldrums and Fake Married, please! (Or just one, your choice.)

fake married au!

this scene (which you've already read on discord, ha) comes from somewhere near the end after the whole fake married thing is revealed as a fraud by Keith at Ewen's trial. Keith is subsequently arrested and is awaiting a court martial:

The cell — for it could hardly be called anything else — was five paces by five paces, a distance that Keith soon came to know intimately during the first twenty-four hours of his imprisonment. The small window of his room looked out onto another wall, but if he sat on his bed he could see the corner, and beyond that, what appeared to be an oak. It was only a glimpse of green, but Keith hoped it was an oak all the same, like the sprig of oak Ewen had pinned to his lapel before the trial — the sprig that had fallen and been crushed under foot when the guards had seized him.

On the fourth day, the gaoler, a kindly Welsh corporal in his fifties, came to shave him — for he was not allowed anything that might constitute a weapon — and told him that a ‘friend’ wished to visit later that evening. The news so startled Keith that he jerked his head up, causing the razor to slip and nick his jaw.

“I am not to receive visitors,” he said, pressing a towel against the cut. “Was that not made clear, Jenkins?”

Jenkins frowned. “He is your husband, sir. I cannot, in good faith, deny a man the opportunity to visit with his husband.”

Keith nodded. “What time will you bring him?” he asked, hoping that his eagerness did not show.

“At eight in the evening, sir,” said Jenkins, rinsing off the shaving brush and emptying the basin into the slop bucket. “I will see to it you have as much time with him as you wish.”

And so it was that at eight in the evening, just as the sun was casting a rosy light on the stones outside the cell window, that Ewen Cameron came to Keith Windham’s cell, dressed not as a Highlander in the tartan to which Keith had become so accustomed, but as an ordinary gentleman in a blue suit. He had never looked more beautiful, standing there in the doorway, leaning on his walking stick, his smile warm and affectionate, his eyes troubled. Jenkins nodded once at Keith and shut the door. The lock turned in the door, and then they were alone, truly alone, as they had not been for weeks.

“Ardroy,” said Keith, unable to believe it. “They released you.”

Ewen nodded. “I am free,” he said. “Though I fear you are the one to pay the price for that freedom, and for that I am sorry, truly.” He made as if to go to Keith, but hesitated. “That you would sacrifice your honour for my sake by telling a lie—”

“I spoke truly,” said Keith, quiet but firm. “What I said the courtroom. It was not a lie.” He steadied himself. “The truth is, Ardroy, that I love you, as I have not loved anyone for some time.”

Ewen limped across the cell, his eyes never once leaving Keith’s face, but stopped short of where Keith stood. “Windham, I—”

“I do not expect for you to return my affection,” said Keith. “I am sorry if I have caused you offence. But if…”

“I do,” said Ewen, taking Keith’s face between his hands. His walking stick fell with a clatter to the floor, but neither paid it heed. “Keith, I love you. Tha gaol agam ort. Do you not see? For surely I thought it to be obvious by now.”

Keith grasped Ewen by the shoulders, his head spinning. “No,” he admitted. “It was not obvious.”

“Then I must endeavour to make it so,” said Ewen gravely, drawing his face nearer to Keith’s: so close that Keith could feel the warmth of Ewen’s breath on his cheek. Yet still he hesitated, his blue eyes troubled and uncertain, all confidence gone. “Keith,” he murmured, as much a plea for help as an invocation. “Keith…”

Keith rose up and kissed him, knowing not what he did. It was a gentle, chaste kiss, no more than a press of lips, but Ewen made a sound halfway between a gasp and a sob, and tried to pull away. Keith would not let him go so easily, catching him in his arms, pressing kisses to Ewen’s mouth, his cheek, his forehead, until it grew too much for the young man, and he leaned down to press his face against Keith’s breast, his shoulders shaking as the grief that he had carried so long broke through his defences at last. Keith, at a loss for what to do, held Ewen close, stroking his hair, until at last the storm had passed, and Ewen withdrew once more.

[wolint]

THAT'S NOT FAIR!

THAT'S NOT FAIR

Ecclesiastes 9:11

 

Life is so unfair on so many levels! The fairness or unfairness of life sometimes makes us question the faithfulness of God, but we must remember that life is full of variables, but God is the one constant we have.

Jeremiah 17:9 says our heart, regardless of who we are, is deceptively and desperately wicked and will operate with fairness and unfairness when it suits us, but God remains steadfastly fair according to Psalm 25:8.

We expect to be treated fairly, but we often encounter people and situations that dish out unfairness that again causes us to question God. We are treated unfairly daily, as we in turn treat others unfairly, and we moan and complain about the unfairness of life.

Well, unfortunately, life isn’t really fair in any way. Otherwise, God in His righteousness would treat us as we deserve, and rightly so, but instead, He offers us unfailing and faithful fairness where there shouldn’t be any.

How fair are you to those around you? How fair are you to God’s expectations of you?

From the beginning of time, we see man’s inhumanity in dishing out unfair treatment to others, even starting with Cain and Abel in Genesis 4. How fair was it that because of his displeasure with God, he killed his brother?

That’s not fair! Life is not fair! Nothing happens as we plan it all the time. It may not always be a case of fairness or unfairness but just a step to our divine destination.

Life is like the roll of the dice; you never know what you’ll get at any point: favour or disfavour, honour or dishonour, mercy or judgment, and fairness or unfairness. Whatever comes your way happens to everyone else: rich, poor, skilled, unskilled, wise, and foolish. Life happens to everyone, and all experience unfairness and fairness at some point in life.

Joseph probably thought “that’s not fair” so many times in his life, through all the ordeals he experienced, the disadvantages, discriminations, accusations, and judgment.

“That’s not fair” is a running theme in the Bible, but all of those who experienced a “that’s not fair” moment finally realize what many of us still need to accept as stated in Romans 8:28: that no matter how unfair a situation, how unfair and disadvantaged, God will still use it for His glory and purpose.

Isaiah 40:29 says God gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. In a society where life is often unfair, God reassures us that He is the source of strength and empowerment for those who feel weary and weak and have experienced unfairness. Remember that God’s fairness extends to providing the necessary strength and support for those experiencing unfairness.

When we are overwhelmed with the unfairness of life, this verse invites us to lean on Him, knowing that He is the ultimate source of strength and that His power is made perfect in our weakness.

How fair was it that Isaac kept digging wells that were seized by the Philistines in Genesis 26? No fair! He may have thought it, but he certainly didn’t voice it or blame the Lord.

What did David do to deserve being chased all over the place by King Saul? “That’s not fair” was certainly David’s mantra in some cases, but he still didn’t allow it to deter him from trusting and obeying God.

That’s just not fair! How fair was it that Dinah, innocently looking to make friends with women her age, fell into the hands of Shechem and was raped in Genesis 34?

Yes, life is not fair a lot of the time, but God expects us to show fairness in our dealings. Emphasizing the importance of fairness and justice is Isaiah 33:15, which states that those who live in God’s kingdom are honest, reject fraud, avoid taking bribes, and refuse to listen to those who plot evil. As believers, we are called to seek justice and treat others with fairness and equality.

That’s not fair, but God is with you.

PRAYER: Father, help me to always e air in all my dealing and to see unfairness as something you frown on in Jesus’ name, men.

Shalom

WOMEN OF LIGHT INT’L PRAYER MIN.

[almaqead]

"The Jihad." Introduction to Surah At Tawbah.

At-Tawbah (Arabic: ٱلتوبة, lit. 'the Repentance') is the ninth chapter (sura) of the Quran. It contains 129 verses (ayat) and is one of the last Medinan surahs. This Surah is known by two names, At-Taubah and Al-Bara'at.

It is believed by Muslims to have been revealed at the time of the Expedition of Tabuk in Medina in the 9th year of the Hijrah. The Sanaa manuscript preserves some verses, on parchment radiocarbon dated to between 578/44 bh and 669/49 ah.

I ended Surah Al Anfal with a call for Jihad against the United States of America for failing to deal with grandest threat to world peace and order in history, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and its assmeat puppets the Repubican Party who in spite of the obviousness of the requirements, committed the greatest sin a man, woman or government can commit: in spite of the accumulation of great wealth, all they have done is been stingy. They refused the people of Ukraine when they came to them for military and financial assistance and now millions are going to die.

When Zakah cannot be observed because of corruption, then there must be Jihad.

Further, the White House has failed to end oppression against women, LGBTQ persons, and has not addressed the Capitol Coup on January 6, the election fraud of 2016 and has allowed organized crime and the trafficking of minors to persist within a stone's throw from its front lawn, all perpetrated by Donald Trump, whom it jeers at during election campaigns rather than dousing him with gasoline and putting him to death for his crimes.

All of the above negligence resulted in the terror attacks by the Mormons and Hamas on the innocent people of Israel on October 7, 2023. There has been no honesty about this and everyone is blaming Israel for the defense of itself. Attacks on Israel or its people, the birthplace of the Religion are forbidden, they are utter blasphemy.

This means America is also violating Hudud, Iman, and Sadaq- rule of law, belief in the Sacred, and the Truth. The end result is a dire threat to the hopes and dreams of believers for Masjid, the creation of an international Sacred Precinct that envelopes the entire earth.

All Muslims are required therefore to do what is needed to peacefully curtail the ability of the US Governmnet to continue to promote the existence of Donald Trump, the Republican Party or the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Upon public acknowledgement by Joe Biden of the demise of Donald Trump et al for the grave harm they have done to this world by what they have been done and left undone and release of their plans for remediation, AKA their Repentance, the Jihad will end.

Thus begins the Surah.

9: 1-15:

˹This is˺ a discharge from all obligations,1 by Allah and His Messenger, to the polytheists you ˹believers˺ have entered into treaties with:

“You ˹polytheists˺ may travel freely through the land for four months, but know that you will have no escape from Allah, and that Allah will disgrace the disbelievers.”1

A declaration from Allah and His Messenger ˹is made˺ to all people on the day of the greater pilgrimage1 that Allah and His Messenger are free of the polytheists. So if you ˹pagans˺ repent, it will be better for you. But if you turn away, then know that you will have no escape from Allah. And give good news ˹O Prophet˺ to the disbelievers of a painful punishment.

As for the polytheists who have honoured every term of their treaty with you and have not supported an enemy against you, honour your treaty with them until the end of its term. Surely Allah loves those who are mindful ˹of Him˺.

But once the Sacred Months have passed, kill the polytheists ˹who violated their treaties˺ wherever you find them,1 capture them, besiege them, and lie in wait for them on every way. But if they repent, perform prayers, and pay alms-tax, then set them free. Indeed, Allah is All-Forgiving, Most Merciful.

And if anyone from the polytheists asks for your protection ˹O Prophet˺, grant it to them so they may hear the Word of Allah, then escort them to a place of safety, for they are a people who have no knowledge.

How can such polytheists have a treaty with Allah and His Messenger, except those you have made a treaty with at the Sacred Mosque?1 So, as long as they are true to you, be true to them. Indeed Allah loves those who are mindful ˹of Him˺.

How ˹can they have a treaty˺? If they were to have the upper hand over you, they would have no respect for kinship or treaty. They only flatter you with their tongues, but their hearts are in denial, and most of them are rebellious.

They chose a fleeting gain over Allah’s revelations, hindering ˹others˺ from His Way. Evil indeed is what they have done!

They do not honour the bonds of kinship or treaties with the believers. It is they who are the transgressors.

But if they repent, perform prayer, and pay alms-tax, then they are your brothers in faith. This is how We make the revelations clear for people of knowledge.

But if they break their oaths after making a pledge and attack your faith, then fight the champions of disbelief—who never honour their oaths—so perhaps they will desist.

So˺ fight them and Allah will punish them at your hands, put them to shame, help you overcome them, and soothe the hearts of the believers—

removing rage from their hearts. And Allah pardons whoever He wills. For Allah is All-Knowing, All-Wise.

Commentary:

Rage against Jerusalem is forbidden. Deviations from the Law and the laws are forbidden. We are all bound by treaties and agreements and Constitutions that compel us to behave in certain lawful and righteous ways.

Why is this not happening then? There must be a repentance so there can be a pardon and peace and unity can prevail. The White House must lead this effort, of this there is no doubt. Then the world must follow, unify Jerusalem and Israel, establish government and citizenship for the world's suffering, and put all non-believers and usurpers into the fire.

This world cannot be left to wander into the darkness.

Thus begins the Jihad.

[letsbesonormal]

https://www.tumblr.com/letsbesonormal/745670876487417856/i-also-turbo-lurked-for-like-four-years-and?source=share

I just saw this message and I'm so honoured to be the first! Oh wow you're an OG og. I only started using this website in 2011 and didnt realize until tumblr sent me an email in 2021 with the "happy decade of tumblr!" and i was like. man. Anyways, I also went from being the young one with friends who were a lot older than I was, to the older one with my age in bio being like "beware, a fragile age lives here. interact at your own risk" I also feel as though with the mcyt fandom being as young as it is, it is a lot of peoples' first fandom which might explain some behaviors that might struck us as odd.

Early Tumblr was SUPER weird. (Early Twitter too, for that matter). At that point, it was sort of focused on the idea of "microblogging." The audience was "bloggers" and people tapped into web tech, and fandom was still very LiveJournal-based. Also, because it was pre-smartphone, Tumblr and Twitter both had shortcodes you could text your post to. From your flip-phone. Weird times!

I was definitely in the fandom TRENCHES, though. I was also probably way too young to be in the trenches at first, but I guess we all were, hahaha. I should NOT have been an unsupervised 13-14 year old on rec.arts.anime.creative (honestly, even the adults probably needed an adult to browse parts of that archive). Compared to those days, browsing AO3 is like staring into the face of a god.

Sometimes I think the weirdness of the mcyt fandom is due to age, but I think it also has to do with access and reach. Fandoms have always had a ton of young people, but they didn't always have a megaphone, and there was no easy way to circulate someone's hot take (like a reblog or a retweet). There's a lot of noise and dogpiling in the mcyt space, but I was there for a lot of the CLASSIC fandom drama. There was a whole-ass charity fraud in the LotR days that even roped in Sean Astin! Or like, can you imagine how bonkers the whole Cassie Clare situation would've been if Twitter was a thing back then? Even though the mcyt drama has more volume and reach, the real world spillover is probably on par (if not less) than some of the shit that went down back in the day.

[libidomechanica]

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

A ballad sequence

               1

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

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

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

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

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

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

               2

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

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

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

               3

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

               4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               5

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

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

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

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

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

               6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               8

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

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

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

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

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

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

               9

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               10

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               11

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               12

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

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

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

               13

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

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

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

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

               14

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               15

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               16

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

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

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

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

               17

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               70

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               71

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

               72

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               73

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

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

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

               74

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

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

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

               75

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               76

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               77

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               78

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[saneinthissociety]

If someone reads that, they won’t believe me, but I’ll keep writing. A quarter of a century had to pass for me to realise that I’ve been living a lie. A lie that was installed into me without my consent and without my knowledge. But I bore all the consequences. Going through life and feeling like an alien from another planet, unworthy, inadequate, and never fitting in. And then one day someone else comes and reaffirms this shy voice inside you saying “it’s not you”. And you start believing yourself and are petrified at the thought that you’ve never given yourself the space to look at things from another direction. I am not weird, I am not a fraud, I am the most normal person I know in fact as some of the societal propaganda hasn’t gotten into me.

But then, you look back at your life. You can still feel this bitter taste in your mouth you felt while walking on the streets alone. Angry that you lost the “happiest years of your life”. But you know you have to pick up the pieces and move on and you won’t to. But just let me stay with myself from the past for a little while. I need to respect her, I need to give her the right to be who she was, I need to acknowledge her perspective and her pain. If I don’t do that, the past will keep haunting me as it has been doing for as long as I can remember. The monsters in me don’t seem so scary anymore. It’s because I haven’t even been haunted. But I need to express myself somehow. And it’s hard to do that around people who feel uncomfortable with my self-expression and my existential thoughts. 

Everyone thought that I had a perfect family. Respected father, valued mother, we would never fight, never cause a scene in public. Your father is an amazing doctor, gifted preacher, man of honour. I was fed with this bullshit from the day I was born, how could have I not believed in it? It was another fact for me, like the fact that the sky is blue. Well, a shocker is that the sky is in fact not blue, it’s just an illusion. And my “perfect” home was the same kind of illusion. I wasn’t malnourished, I was dressed properly, I was a good student, well-behaved, doing everything by the book, maybe a little shy. I was also emotionally abandoned, unappreciated, unwanted and intimidated. But who would know? I did not want to break down the illusion myself because I was afraid of the consequences. If something was wrong, it was always my fault. If I did something wrong, punishment was inevitable, so much so that I was also punished for things I had not done. I was the most innocent and good-hearted from my peers but I strongly believed I would be the only one ending up in hell, ashamed and suffering.

But living on earth was my hell. And I was going through the centre of it everyday. The inside of my soul felt like a cemetery or desert which has never seen a drop of water. But I used to bite my cheek, clench my teeth and went forward. When I was 25, I have already lost all of my vitality, I was depressed, empty, tired and I had no will to life. At the same time, I could not kill myself, because I was scared of the consequences, I had no energy to plan it and I was afraid I would fail and how would I look anyone else in the eyes if I did fail and they knew I did. As I was already aware that everything could be read from my eyes, they would see that as well, I couldn’t fake anymore. I didn’t have the energy to fake. I lost the energy in the past 8 years, now I am just tired. And never resting. No one understood that I was just chronically tired. So, I stopped explaining. The golden solutions they offered were amusing. That’s something that I was also criticised for, by my father, that I cannot rest. As if he could, fucking hypocrite. 

[kley-blog]

Wot da Fock?

I hope you are having a better day . . .

And, yes, it's one of the funniest things (in the saddest of ways) that I have read for quite a while . . .

A Newfoundland farmer named Angus had a car accident. He was hit by a truck owned by the Eversweet Company.

In court, the Eversweet Company's hot-shot solicitor was questioning Angus.

'Didn't you say to the RCMP at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine I'm fine?' asked the solicitor.

Angus responded: 'Well, I'll tell you what happened. I'd just loaded my fav'rit cow, Bessie, into da… '

'I didn't ask for any details', the solicitor interrupted. 'Just answer the question.

Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine!'?'

Angus said, 'Well, I'd just got Bessie into da trailer and I was drivin' down da road…. '

The solicitor interrupted again and said ,'Your Honour, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the police on the scene that he was fine. Now several weeks after the accident, he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question. '

By this time, the Judge was fairly interested in Angus' answer and said to the solicitor: 'I'd like to hear what he has to say about his favourite cow, Bessie'.

Angus thanked the Judge and proceeded. 'Well as I was saying, I had just loaded Bessie, my fav'rit cow, into de trailer and was drivin' her down de road when this huge Eversweet truck and trailer came tundering tru a stop sign and hit me trailer right in da side. I was trown into one ditch and Bessie was trown into da udder. By Jaysus I was hurt, very bad like, and didn't want to move. However, I could hear old Bessie moanin' and groanin'. I knew she was in terrible pain just by her groans.

Shortly after da accident, a policeman on a motorbike turned up. He could hear Bessie moanin' and groanin' too, so he went over to her. After he looked at her, and saw her condition, he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes.

Den da policeman came across de road, gun still in hand, looked at me, and said, 'How are you feelin'?'

'Now wot da fock would you say?

(H/T Marie R. Harness)

[cosmicangel888]

The Expression of your Spirit is EVERYTHING # 5D

The Expression of being human - spirit is vital to all healing - Suppress it for none

I will not make my story an alteration to fit their ego, or lack of self to not face who they are,

As much as groups, beings, regardless of their title or bank roll, for me to not say what is truth and what is my story - 

I will speak of those that took without permission, approvals, and agreements, nor ever even knowing me, the stealing of my life, light, energy, consciousness, time, resources, ideas, and in any way one can be taken from, it was; ©

And those that act as if they have no clue what occurred - is oblivious to the blatant disregard, blatant gathering in groups of pre-meditated action to bring innocent people down; take light of the innocent in whatever ill-balanced and underground sexual deviant manner that is done - and is done throughout the entire world and must be lifted to be brought to light and altered 

For all to see; 'is this really the world we are creating?' 

When there is blatant abuse by so many in power, titles, and money that pay to silence what is truth.

Those that bully the innocent, bully the true and most powerful healers because we bring to humanity what is needed to reclaim your power, authority and energy and light to not be taken by such devious false prophets and false pastorals, and community leaders that hide their dark-side and then blame, create false narratives, and call every level of blaspheme to the innocent - to the victim - blaming the victim - how egregious and how arrogant to think that the years, years of stealing - forensic accounting will prove every thing I have offered as truth - 

The groups that gather and are paid slight of hand - prove how, where, whom, from whom the monies are paid to and from to watch, spy, go to classes, and pretend to be friends, and clients, and regardless of who you pay to lie, or to silence, or to fix paperwork - money, title, and role in the community is where the greatest fraud occurs; because we blindly give power, energy, and trust to those that in some cases; truly do not and never did deserve their post.

There are very very dark people, that choose to not heal, choose to not face who they are, and choose to be a part of underground corrupt activity and those of us that are here to heal such, to speak on such, to be advocates for such get targeted beyond what any can imagine - and why so many choose to simply not speak - for there are people that died for what they knew, what they chose to speak on -

Every day, look at it on youtube shorts, every person, every woman, man, child, coming forth in our work to bring up corruption in the entertainment business, in all businesses in which manipulation, bidding, binding, and deceitful stories and narratives to block the innocent in suppression and poverty to call righteousness to their lies and further traumatize the victim - ruling and running them out of town, away from their friends, family and all to have the community in fear and workings of spell work and intimidation ~

I know what happened to me, and my experience is not unlike the innocent children that are harvested, used, abused, in trafficking -

I know those that told outright lies, narratives that defamed my character simply because I spoke truth and went through my legal birthright to seek divorce - I have my rights to be in a healthy and balanced, and honouring life and to express myself freely and in spirit - that is my spiritual birthright - and simply because I saw, felt, sensed, and spoke on it - makes those that were taking, stealing, and spell casting, doing sex-orgie rituals, and the many, many, many, many things done that did not even come out - and the name I have held back - so be sure dear lighted ones

My story is important - it will hopefully connect with those that were covertly abused, and no matter how much, how hard you tried to raise your life - you were pushed back down - and there were groups, peoples behind it all - even those that claimed to be your friend -

High functioning, empaths, conduits, those that do what they do, know they are doing it and plan it and recruit others to help in their plans to break every ounce of your connection with spirit as spirit, and connection to God, Source, life - happiness - this is often found in satanic cults - masonry groups gone wrong - and false spiritualists that have not done the work needed to break ego wounding, not working with their guides and or higher self -

Spiritual, community leadership, service roles are not competitive never meant to be, and is not something to create cults, gangs to force those that simply are being who they are - to bring them into competitive BS be it 3rd party - that you had no idea and did not care nor did not agree to - time to grow up - petty and immaturity will bring tower moments - and far too many were harmed in my one story - ©

Transcend all less than, conformity, and any diabolical plans to bring harm and poverty to yo - with the Alliance with Light - God is, Source is, Light, your angels, your guides, your celestial beings will support getting back up and trying again - recognize abuse - be it energetic and or emotional, financial or spiritual - call it and move on

Those pressing themselves and forcing themselves into my energy, my lane, my life - I will not stay put, I will not silence, and I will not sit down - I am worthy of my life and what occurred to me was horrible and none had any right - I will not be a slave for a group of energy harvesters and spell casters that manipulate and fool many to get what they want - and when they are challenged and when they do not get what they want; divorce and individuality - they target even more heavily -

I am only 1 woman that was against groups - groups of gathering and spell casters and those throwing daily - relentlessly to me - if you want to do spell work - use it only on your life - when you involved others, when you target light workers, and recruit people to take from, and when you press your deviance of sex harvesting into my lane -

You told on yourself - all of you - that were involved #calgary #falseprophets, #falsespiritualists #falsemasonrygroups

I will call what was done to me, I will not alter my story to allow the brutal dominant ego warlords the space to feel comfy - I know what was done - and all were given years to step out gracefully and without being known and seen by all - all know this -

©

Source gave all years to make right

Source gave all years to pay back the monies stolen and stalked, spied, heartlessly took and called their own - built business around my name to be involved in horrible stories and narratives to bid against the divine sacred offerings that are meant purely for healing and transformation -

There is black magic and those that claim to be of service in the community, that hold titles and hold money and deep pockets, however what they say,, and what they do behind closed doors are two very different things; 

I see beyond what is said, and I see what is done behind closed doors - this is my gift, this is my birthright - I need to prove nothing -

I know what I experienced - it was occult crime and there was definite pre-meditated harm, fraud, stealing, and taking from not only me but others -

I am the one survived the entire torment to tell the story - and I will - for this is exactly what the underground bidding world to think, to press, to corrupt the innocent spirits that deviance of sex, orgies, pornography, using your bodies for entity transfer, harvesting, and such degrading defiling experiences is a NORMAL thing - is not;

#Epstein island, the many coming forward, men, women, and children of what occurs in Hollywood, music that titled, powerful people, elite abuse their power, and abuse their roles, to call on their power to suggest sex, stripping, bringing them into deep dark societies that prey on energy, prey on light, prey on their souls - this is not ok;

I will speak of my life, my gifts, my purpose - I will not silence and I will not make my horrible and profound story small to make the barbarians that think controlling and creating relentless human experimenting and spell work to entirely fuck a persons life over - underground bidding on the acts of human defiling - is utterly beyond imagining and that is why I will continue to be an advocate - I will not sit down.

Divine feminine deserve their voice, and respect of expression and many did not make it, I did and I will speak 

I praise those men that are coming forward in the entertainment world speaking about their suggestive experiences by those in high title, roles, importance and later fired and left out of their agency because they chose to say 'no' to sexual abuse for a role; 

Women deserve to be heard the first time, without fighting for our voice to be heard, without fighting to be seen; how many children feel like this when they say and express who and how they feel - when they are so much more tapped in than their parents - are we offering a higher vibrational world -

How different is this than asking for a divorce, and being delayed, years, years, through spell work, taking of my light, harvesting me in any and every way possible, using my ideas, work, and wisdoms, and not receiving a penny and then being bullied, targeted and spell casted every more when I choose to leave - 

I will not be spied on, I will not be taken from, I will not be part of any company that creates, such dissension of the human spirit and ability to speak in and be in liberation - those that hold titles - of leaders, of 'people' workers and supporters, yet behind closed doors - they do death magic on family and prey, chant for car crashes, to gain business rights, that they had 0 right to, or policies to be fulfilled when you are erased from society by their games of 'disappearance' - 

These are real stories - and I survived - 

I deserve my human rights - I deserve my divorce. that is my human right - I know who I am and I deserve my inheritance my monies, and my business to never be touched by any that have 0 clue about energy or what a conduit is and how, why, what way they are able to bring light, hope, peace, endurance, health to humanity and the connection with all life, connection with all source, god, spirit, angels, and our celestial families -

Those that are the root cause of anyone's trauma will receive it equally - this is simply law - what is hidden will be known, seen; this is your soul bringing a tower to what was not heeded previously -

Heed the call of spirit - otherwise spirit will take you on the wheel and later on you will be so glad - because you knew you had to stop and change, and alter course - you know in your heart - what you do, when you harm someone, or take from someone is not ok - harming harms; and when you choose to not heal your wounds, your wounds create wounds for others -

I am a creative genius and much damage was done

Much loss was experienced - I asked for only what was mine and to stay out of my lane; they chose to arrogantly abuse all my words, wishes and prayers - as I offered unconditional healing to get to the core of their hate and projections - they only continued to steal, take, and spell me to stop and have me cease being me;

HEALING CULT Mentality - Why, How, Heal

Why people choose to go into gangs, cults, masonry, covens; is to feed the insecurities - lack of what they feel they do not belong and can be done in a peaceful and caring way - but when it turns to creating more separation and more deviance to continue feeding the wounding, entity attachment through black magic, through deviant sexual activity - most have no idea about energy and how what occurs when such group - think occurs and what karma, what timelines, and what return will be - Universal Laws will not bow to groups, people and sects that simply choose to remain closed and ignorant - universal laws are laws - and outrank all - for it is CREATION

I am who I am I Am THAT I AM

I WILL BE ME

My donation tab is always posted - I have receive not 1 penny - and so all are choosing the timeline and the earth they manifest -

This is a perfect experience and life story sharing - for the help of others -

Anyone doing spell work on you - does not love you - it is a control, and dominance ploy - unless it is for healing - and discern how you feel - feeling foggy all the time, feeling lazy and non-action, feeling confused, bad luck surrounding you, no growth - that is spell work - accidents, bumping and falling into things, that is spell work -

Rather than inspire, create such degrading in the community - one could choose to heal - corruption, crime, violence, spell work is not necessary - #dothehealing #5Dearth #5Dhumanity

While they use and take your life-force, they are gathering in groups and succeeding, bringing in the money off of your ideas and literally using you like a slave - these were very intelligent people and placed very appropriately in the facets of the community where they could get information, private information, fix paper work, make false claims, and create false narratives -

* discrimination on every level & then party on your monies, party and laugh, haze and suppress your falling due to their group efforts

* fraud / the schemes, scams, and tactics to erase me, corrupt my name to make others believe I am not of sound mind, body, and fix policies and inheritance and intercept any level of receipt you may have coming - and how psychologically degrading and warping this does to the sense of self -

* defamation of my character, word, and work and foolery of those trying to offer what I do to those that truly need and want help healing, direction that are clearly not qualified.

Be awake, aware, and sit down for none - we will see this all over our planet - it is not an us vs them, and I never offered my story as such - it is simply go and heal - and return what you stole and stay in your own lane -

These are purely in alignment of

Universal Laws # 1 - Right Use of Free Will & Non-Interference

Law #2 - Law of Balance

I am Joanna

This is my word

The entire entertainment world, realms, and experience will shift - to higher levels of integrity and such people that interfere with ones spiritual, creative expression in harmful, deviant manners will be seeing discrimination and defamation suites until we get it

USING SEX as tool, toy, to gain, to defame, and to degrade our spirited creative expression is illegal - and dehumanizes -

Our LIFE FORCE is our most valuable commodity and it will help and honour us in manifesting anything and everything - and obviously as we all awaken - there will be those that abuse it grossly and will be seen as we accelerate in our human ascension and evolution -

Those that abuse energy in a dominant corrupt - recall my energy - none have the right to spell my life into not receiving - I receive every day - and what I receive none can stop -

What level of imbalance is it to have someone relentless to spell you to never love another, none to love you, none to give to you - but them - it is sick dominance and controlling, how sects, cults, satanic beliefs of the ownership of power - bidding, sacrificing and ends up only in destruction - this will only provide loss and destruction /

None will want to be a part of such degrading treatment - I deserve better - I will receive and none will stop my blessings;

I get to choose who I will share my energy with - and one choose this for me - none will suffocate with toxic domination spells and controlling my voice and choice - I choose and I will love and I will be loved - I CHOOSE - MY WILL ! PERIOD - ©

--> know this more deeply - it affects timelines, cells, brain development, life span, any future timelines and generations - all children that are the innocent of those involved in such - those that choose such ; are choosing what is heavy heavy heavy karma - and must know what they doing when why, how they are doing it - when they choose to misuse, and abuse their body, life force without pure and loving for-thought -  

My family was affected in every way - by black magic, and control, dominance - and all so unnecessary - all is unnecessary - all is healable - I have compassion, why I taught all unconditional healing tips, tools, and techniques for those that chose what they chose - Spirit asked me to pull my energy back and move on - my growth and momentum will inspire all -

HEAL THE LUST woundings - we are not Epstein planet - we will heal this - we are beyond such - 

Such degrading of the sacred life force is warping our entire social ideals of what is value, what is morals, what is true inner beauty - 

We are souls, we are sacred, and we are spirit in human exploration - and we have spiritual birthrights - 

There were definite plans to end me, my life, my work, and I have my rights to speak on this, for if I am only 1 person that was able to escape this hell, there were many that did not, and look at Epstein island and how much, how prevalent, how widespread the nefarious and devious activities are underground now coming up to be faced -

Celebrate - this is our evolution into higher vibrational living and knowing your body is sacred, I am teaching, healing, helping others to speak for their sacredness, their unique expression, and their bodies to live in divinity of truth, potential, and infinite possibilities

Evolutionary processes, progress is why we are here - deviance is such - harms, damages the spirit, soul, mind, cells, brain, organs, emotional body and does, will put a cease on an entire species ability to evolve - book me for a webinar or discussion on such -

Evolution and Consciousness is everything - I came here for this!

This is my gift and birthright -

#truth #healingcorruption #healinghumanity #healingdiscrimination #healingourchildren #standingupforyourself #speakyourtruth #unity #oneness #breakingcorruptsystems

Blessings and light

Joanna

JoannaCosmicAngel@yahoo.com

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#ascension #healingcorruption #healinghumanity #healingourspirits #oneness #unity

Face your shadow - humble yourself and bring compassion, forgiveness, and be of good will - life can be this flowing, peaceful -

[my-johnlockficrecs]

in honour of "hired gun" making a reappearance on my dash, do you (or any of your followers) have any more fic recs with themes like being on a mission/being badass/on the run/undercover/mercenary? the darker and grittier the better!!

hi anon! first, the fic you mentioned: hired gun by @simplyclockwork (232k, E)

After faking his suicide in response to allegations of fraud, two years into dismantling Moriarty's network finds Sherlock Holmes in Morocco. Nearing the end of his mission, he is apprehended by a man with the mercy of a doctor, the control of a soldier, and the brutality of a mercenary.

Through capture, betrayal, and unexpected danger, both Sherlock and John Watson, gun-for-hire, will have to learn who can really be trusted.

a fantastic fic and such a tense ride! i read this one as it updated and whew, what an experience. @kettykika78 did some fantastic art for that fic, with a very sexy john watson, which is perhaps what crossed your dash as well, anon!

as for your ask, ahh there are quite a few fics like that! i sat on this list for a bit just so i could put together as many fics fitting the theme as i could remember. i’m certain i’ve still missed out on quite a few, so if anyone else has suggestions, please add on!

i literally just finished a fic where john and sherlock have to go to a safe house in scotland bc moriarty has resurfaced, except it wasn’t actually “moriarty” as they knew him but for the life of me i can’t find it snfjsj. it’s not even in my ao3 history?? UGH

The Death of Doubt by Gingerhermit (6k, E)

For cccahill18, based on their prompt for johnlockchallenges Valentine's Day Exchange: Mycroft asks for John’s help in rescuing Sherlock from his Serbian captors. Requested genres: AU, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

Sherlock couldn’t decide if it was the kindest or the cruelest trick his mind had ever played on him, to give him a blurry vision of John Watson standing there with haggard lines on his face, the beginnings of an absolutely disastrously scruffy beard, and a grubby knit cap shoved down over his ears. His mouth shaped around that name, the one he hadn’t allowed himself to utter aloud in two years, and it felt foreign as it scraped weakly past his lips.

“John?”

Two Two One Bravo Baker by abundantlyqueer (114k, E)

Captain John Watson of 40 Commando, the Royal Marines, is assigned to protect and assist Sherlock Holmes as he investigates what appears to be a simple war atrocity in Afghanistan. An intense attraction ignites between the two men as they uncover a conspiracy that threatens everything they’ve ever known, but Sherlock is as much hunted as hunter, and everyone close to him is in deadly danger. Can he solve the case in time to save himself and John?

I Will Take Care of You by SailorChibi (16k, teen)

Two years after Sherlock's death, John comes to find him on the sofa. Wounded and ill, Sherlock is convinced he's hallucinating and refuses to share any details about Moran or the fact that Mycroft has been compromised. That doesn't stop John from stepping up and taking care of the last of Moriarty's web, BAMF-style.

26 Pieces by Lanning (28k, E)

Mycroft gives Sherlock the apparently simple task of solving a puzzle box containing a stolen microchip. It isn't simple.

Impossible to Feign by achray (49k, M)

Sherlock leant forward, his long fingers curving round to grip John’s.

“I won’t let him win,” he said, eyes hard. “I will do whatever it takes to get you out.”

Extraction by holmesian_love (28k, unrated)

After Reichenbach, during his hunt to overcome Moriarty's network, Sherlock is captured and tortured, in Serbia.

While Mycroft spends a month working overtime to find his brother, with agents reporting back and an extraction team in place, John's world is turned upside down, after a surprise delivery shakes his foundations. He is forced back into the world of Sherlock Holmes, completely unprepared to face the consulting detective.

The extraction is only the beginning for these three men as they face the consequences of past actions.

Against the Rest of the World by @silentauroriamthereal (151k, E)

Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns. Post-Reichenbach.

Running Obliquely by @raina-at (4k, M)

Sherlock just wanted John to know that he isn't dead.

It doesn't go as he expected.

That's mostly a good thing.

The Other One by PurpleHydrangeas (80k, G)

Sherlock Holmes isn't anybody's fool. In fact, she's regularly six steps ahead of Mycroft. That is, until his meddling knocks her through a loop, and before she knows it, she's adding a wing to her Mind Palace to house a not-so-aged Army Doctor. John Watson doesn't know what to make of this mad genius with blue eyes, but he knows working for Mycroft Holmes is, within the span of 24 hours, the biggest mistake of his life.

Wars We Fought, Things We’re Not by @blueink3 (55k, M)

“Oh come, John. Could be fun,” Mycroft taunts, accompanied by an eyebrow arch he’s gotten far too good at. “Besides, it’s not as if it’s your first time pretending to be a couple.”

Five months after John's world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.

Turned series by @therealsaintscully (107k, 2 works, incomplete)

‘Turncoat: a person who deserts one party or cause in order to join an opposing one.’

⇆

Moriarty’s message never gets broadcast, the plane taking Sherlock away doesn't come back.

As rumours begin to swirl about a British POW found alive in Gaza ten months later, Mycroft shows up at John’s surgery with some good news: Sherlock is alive, and he's coming back.

⇆

Inspired by ‘Homeland’ and ‘Prisoners of War’, ‘Turned‘ re-examines everything we thought we knew about Sherlock since the day of his fall and his time away during his great hiatus.

[codes-and-stuffs]

mini post for the free space on the survey

30 of these.. either the subblr is committed af or someone used a bot..

yes

ik ik when i saw it i was like NOOO. however. i didn't want to just keep randomising until i was happy i needed to be as unbiased as possible

i think this is smara. hi smara <3 i got it!

wait i need to google something. okay yeah this is funny

idk what c!drunzer refers to however human experimentation IS in the same ballpark as violence so i approve of this response

fucking brilliant! thank you for anti-voting <3333

whoever got least negative ig !

love you too :)

ig we got our answer !!!

hey man i know i am also from the uk.. i was up so late last night.. kept it open for the morning too just in case and i think a bunch of people voted then too

...uh oh

yes. i hacked into the random generation website and edited it so that out of the 19 characters that would only join in next round, both of this specific duo would. <- JOKE this response was just so funny to me trust me a LOT of characters only come in next time

i'd say you are but there ARE people doing actual voter fraud so !!

NOOOOOOOO asdklfjvgbhn sorry dude

i didn't think anyone would i had too much FAITH

it worked! congrats!

*claps* really liked the part where you were defeated

it's whatever you want it to be <33333333 but also no it's a popularity contest except i'm twisted

omg epic! it's going well :)

sending them <33333 hope your phone is ok! does the rice trick work?

o7 drinking water rn!

if u live in the uk ur in luck mate

hi! wrong survey!

a few more:

and finally

i can't believe i trusted scout's honour holy shit

[tenthgrove]

La Squadra 30s AU: Overview

(A/N: So I literally thought of this on a whim and decided to write it down. You're welcome to use this AU for your own stories since I probably won't, but please give credit where due.)

The year is 1934. In the throws of the Great Depression, poverty and crime continues to be rife across the urban east of America. But as many titans of the mafia world collapse with the end of prohibition, the growing syndicate known as Passione begins to swell in numbers and wealth like never before.

The recent immigrant, Risotto Nero (age: 28, real name: Rosario Nero) was picked up practically at the dock by Passione for his formidable appearance and fighting prowess, not to mention lack of other viable prospects in America. Indeed, his journey across the Atlantic was most certainly an act of desperation, but what he was running from, he won't say. Risotto guards the infamous Passione nightclub after which the syndicate gets its name. He also receives a number of orders to pursue the group's enemies in a more... direct manner of confrontation, and there are high hopes for his career as a Mafioso owing to his great sense of honour and budding reputation as unkillable. The greatest hindrance to this goal is at present, a simple matter of communication. He knows barely a word of English.

Hoping to remedy this issue is a Passione associate known to the group by the codename Prosciutto (age: 37, real name: Christopher Perkins), Professor of English Literature at a local university. Why this mild-mannered, rather stuffy young teacher is beholden to Passione is anyone's guess, though he staunchly rebukes any claims of Italian heritage. His impeccable skill at the language, however, speaks for itself. Christopher supports the syndicate financially through his great inherited wealth, as well as providing alibis for its members, many of whom are filed through the corrupt institute as 'students.' Prosciutto is one of the few Risotto would call a friend, and the two meet regularly for Risotto's english lessons. Unknown to anyone but the leaders of Passione, is the truth behind Professor Perkins' unfortunate predicament. In truth, Prosciutto is both a murderer and a patricide, his victim- his own father, the former Don of Passione. Back in 1920 when the Don was found dead in his apartments, it was dubbed the murder mystery of the decade. The case has since gone cold, however, all thanks to the new leadership of the syndicate.

Nowadays, Prosciutto finds solace in his students, of which he hopes the young post-boy he nicknames Pesci (age: 15, real name: Peppi Sciaccia) will soon be joining. Pesci is a poor but cheerful boy, raised by his ailing mother and doting grandparents. The identity of his father is subject to many jokes in the family, some even saying the man was a murdered mafia don whose illegitimate children were all whisked away to be raised in secret, but in truth, Pesci has no idea who he is. Anyway, he recently found work as a post-boy for the university campus, catching the eye of Professor Perkins for his polite and helpful attitude. The professor now tutors him regularly in the hope he might receive a scholarship once he reaches 18, and obtain a good career that would lift his family out of poverty. A pity that Passione, with it's secret ties to the institute, has its eye on the boy as well, and is using him to carry orders without his knowing.

Meanwhile in the Passione nightclub, one Illuso (age: 30, real name: Michelle Illuso), works his fraud. He is an attendant at the casino, though in truth he has full permission of the club's owners to scam and steal from his customers. His talents come from his side-hustle as a magician, tricks he frequently shows off to his victims as a diversionary tactic. His partner in crime is Formaggio (age: 26, real name: Danny Fabbri), a popular Jazz musician at the bar who frequently assists in the swindling. Formaggio, so nicknamed for his unbearably cheesy personality, was until recently impoverished, until coming across the abandoned loot of a bank heist totalling at $50,000. Passione would have killed him if they realised he had taken the whole lot, but instead they simply requisitioned his services at the nightclub. He continues to indulge his newfound wealth in secret. Illuso and Formaggio are friends by necessity to Risotto, who steps in to save their asses whenever a swindle goes wrong. They're trying to improve his social life by taking him out in his free time, but the friendship is a little stony due to the language barrier. Neither Illuso or Formaggio are entirely fluent in Italian, even less the thick Sicilian Risotto speaks.

A few streets away from the Passione Club lies a rather innocuous looking flower shop run by a pair of quote on quote "brothers in law" nicknamed Sorbet (age: 40, real name Nicolo Farina) and Gelato (age: 35, real name: Elia Farina - taken after an unofficial marriage to Sorbet). The pair are quite beloved in the neighbourhood, a kindly, approachable pair of businessmen who would happily offer their wares for free to those experiencing tragedy, but in truth the flower shop is a front for a life of criminality. The couple offer a variety of services to various local mafias, Passione included, and it is known in their past they were a ferocious pair of assassins. A murdered man's coffin is most often adorned with flowers sold from their shop, and quite frequently, his end was delivered by a hitman found through their network, purchased with a large commission, naturally. In terms of murder themselves, however, Sorbet and Gelato have long ago put down their guns, the reason quite domestic.

Sorbet and Gelato have one son, who they adoringly nickname Ghiaccio for his icy temperament (age: 18, real name: Arthur White). Ghiaccio was kicked out by his impoverished biological family at just age 8, after which he broke into the flower shop for shelter and was promptly taken in by the owners. The couple used their contacts to forge papers stating that Ghiaccio was the child of Sorbet and his late wife (who of course, never existed). Ghiaccio is incredibly zealous about keeping up this false story, to the point of putting on a fake Italian accent to visitors which is quite frankly, hilarious. Sorbet and Gelato are both very insistent that Ghiaccio stay out of mob life and as a result, sent him to university under the professorship of Christopher Perkins. They have no idea how much closer to the criminal underworld they've just pushed him. Ghiaccio's best friend is Pesci, who he beat up after Pesci accidentally drove his bike into him on campus. Sorbet and Gelato were incredibly angry with him for this and forced him to make amends, leading to the unlikely friendship. They take shifts at the flower shop together when Sorbet and Gelato are out on dates.

Finally, there is Melone, (age 25, real name Harry Nelson) who gets his nickname from his absolutely terrible handwriting when writing out his real surname. Melone is, quite frankly, a quack physician, operating illegally under a myriad of fake identities throughout the city. He made the mistake of swindling some senior Passione members and ended up being forced to run narcotics for them, a surprisingly easy task considering cocaine is still considered a perfectly good medicine at this point. He is a frequent at the Passione Bar through which he knows Formaggio and Illuso, as well as a student at the same university Prosciutto works at, which he is attending in an attempt to learn some actually viable medical knowledge. Against the odds he has managed to befriend the professor, with whom he discusses the many gruesome crimes the group perpetrates. There are rumours, it is said, that Passione wants to establish an assassination squad, and with many of the more obvious choices already known to the police, it is said some more unconventional individuals may be chosen for the role.