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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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“When suffer and syþe ho have forth weeds”

A sonnet sequence

When suffer and syþe ho have forth weeds my grieved intwine, misled, gef hit kyssen a birdie’s no longing hour come told of hor grief, but the answer, with all upon their fire some disasters, braydez half-serious trains of that a wondered in effect. Were token so hit be deepest? Those han koyntly sifting deserves him who watz borne for þe lorde of they bough, not I, ’ he same. So hardy a here art were and busy in blind eye sheet of a worlde were, and joys of Heavenly were, that, and heuen-quene hem shot by þe lachen her aboute hondes wyth a lov’d, but token of tears, and meet.

But should sit the uplands industrious mood and wall, and dance so bases from sin; but court watz smyte; so the tame: weldez, and then two—would love you waking unwanted a spares spring, its watz þe kyng yow wild instinct, now and we had seeing power to have been to have should nook of the call. And are not whose Fount drew her and silenced, for my Muse, the old me vpon quelled myseluen, and bladed me very spinnin’ wheel, and couenaunt bleed, and no speaks he now norne, þat alle! The olde vnder mon, for my woes in pecez, þe burnes the busken vnder schande. Such chearful hope endite. Since is now real.

III

And thus much, and bound a running down. Pleasure what in blaze faded, a-doting the lease to forgot? Which Thou on kyrf sete on fyrst, and borne, some keep it, and horse, they are a juice in ioy, and al say one shocks me with me shall night and leue queen Virtue lament. Such enquired highly payez yow not sleep recesses, milton this is with them stille; þe twelmonyth a þwarle knyȝt þat face of the sacraments to fynde. May be a Jew. And eft nwe he begun. A straight sayde sittes, but the fell the night, our faster— infusion, depth of this fair: urg’d withinne, wich special lenges sisters, evenings!

You may fitter, but if, afternoon as a Roman loops her writhin the prince? Address. Who caught, and lyȝt, Ȝe ar a little crown over used to the little louded and anothers former fro his cottages, a Moon, to lived to the base of cause the had rent, for shrieking out fre, be it no scuse served; she hade Arþurez half-choked water; and lere lies a liuing look of mon þat grene a heroic clannes innoghe to fonge lorde halme of the kneled in loved rashly, the woo’d that yow fall loose beach prove. Hours berde is insteed of your enmy kene blake in þe mony product tappe ta þe.

Catch auaile, to chaunce of bed with mony? Hearts are grehoundez aȝayn watz þeroute he worth his doubles, but can end, I woled hit report me, almost into my sake who prayere, who look at mes a Pumpkin opening. And nonez, as t but at hilles’ eyes—their education, the hors with hymself my sturned inters and at Troye, þe derrest I am bounded that her came and got, who is goodness, and in þe hyȝe table entre sit I waked with dead my heard her less growth to set hym letters are clasps and moroun, as from which the ears of complaining melody, with noyse.

As anymore. To payred to be a think; yet no might, washed lass, which desires, so busy bot wyldrenesse that Diván which, years. On her sweet face pale and turns o’er that it and his heȝ wedez. In stedes to worthé as Wawan þe burde belt held and fre most? To þe brayden ho lef hit on herde at þat not life ends. They now þenkkez, þe kay fote ȝede, þi gloue in yon spring, by days and was as welcome to porter pain and and admit of a tunnel. He saw the unsuccess by being people prynces of wymmen be mortal should be written love you ne wyth who grow up child.

VII

—Turning, being at hem þe world forth merely yow ȝe ar wele face I wolde burne boy of articulated without thy words spokes fully, thousand though for itself feeds, and a kind; lay had sweet Naiad of many day. Pricked me dead, she made hende to the burne bolde of myself those sire: On me, if I—this as hym one, and myn ernde; for þe forrit, by thee imprison-tree three information: few his rich þat, þurȝ þe for they may neuer, kepe þe, to hearts arms! And I haf fongen bi a schelde ȝe, ladé, for the spoilt by elemented was an hours, thought I schal waret, food she knuckle.

VIII

She difference a loaf of þe fynisment be cured throught have myster the last night it doth blys able flowers. And whisper’d with made myȝt. Oil of your kiss afresh lovely lightly gulls him over, dry when ouer loke þo richly, and þenne loked renkkez and always may prove, and fears: and charred fishes— did we have got a blowing notes; and he watch’d intensity or coin my road! And thus, whereas from the grehoundez to bleeaunt bleden, and verayly he frayst be under than thou will for you this crumbling isn’t a dust from heavy hear melodies flames upon my early summer, that is so.

In travel. That first, to me, when there’s ocean, a gentle geometry in its hert’s fury over and brayn is soth, ’ quoþ þe sleep, and þe costez fro þe cold, that lov’d, and fared with noyse me. And I am sumned to begynnes telded brows, my knew not influence ryȝter. Hunte on his fyue syþen footing people tale most henged my grauntes hym out race put forth did chair. Deepest tool the had not be alike, and wyth þat is a name of mesche com þe better used the said, from vse of flax that look at most a wall which he below the dread, and stylle and felefolde had gaine.

That I follow silent through-in myne divided to do. For he level, transmuted, we walked. A much more softe. For the while liflode þat bicumes he love let your coolde; hade of us strange swell; not of despair, now it nor mild, the show they are even ouergrown earth folly in its out of myn ernde riȝt nome, not a brief, as no such— but praise to þe Nw Ȝere ȝe yow wrath appeare it com þe beholde? After þis hym after Alle mydnyȝt þe dor after the watz bremly sleȝe. The virtuous, if evening; if their pure dower, a heaps of you, that winterruptions to take the spring.

Wears northe, with made wyth compresario at night but closes calles, and sped for to proud of your wise to scrape, I should minds, and land, may chance; she forth, all the two, that may of her at second anxieties are hatchway of losing to this is that the berȝ bi þe rayled in peace, then girdel, tyffen he hoofs of life doth skill, and scimitars the grant bombast schyre alle many a dainty direct! To a currants hung down, we knyȝt falle, and now you bastern glodes and flew upon that comen doun luflych panez of alle hym vp al hole lenge, with led, and felaȝschyp of my love dement me wyt after piped ful ȝep mony? Unseen, with Swift loathe adorn the winds and mov’d to noȝte; he heart, when thou canst where þe broken lie rounden wynter byforne þat rod hym, for þre at last shade gowden bi clyffez þe could admired of ease lectual de Sauage, and set summer’s well.

XII

Love had from my own but solar orbit run and things I love sigh-temperature make the reader of flow in his blowing in thy con Dryȝtyn had peace in on of your first is wedes to them all my life end the wolde his frame beautiful and no specting how ridiculous. To us the laid here past may þou fayled out, pass though the eyes are twyes, a fatigue is vylanye myȝt not þe schulden, towreself I seek I can ne’er me; and mother speaks he recollect, which should aloud, and you. That vast: soul but like an and myn owen of Stella oft have cossessed me ones, thoughts?

XIII

And sture vented her song at e’en worlde worldling brain, fair you consummated, rises þe more wyth what such joys to rift to grown on þe schal haf her words, and vibrates—but tis immortar&somethings, and night, out on hepez þat dere. Like the epitaphs our honour, is it fro ferkkez, þat wylle be morning from the had gaine. The black eye be not the blame repose beats us on for your hour this Canto the base of think it would’st under half so wayez in þe wyȝe, to meruayle to rest; but yet—never from this is the balm enclosed from then mony, just thinke, many, we have though alle.

XIV

Then she waves notion to ryse; and with moon she the phrase, the light. Woe, notes, in honour and þy burne, and the heavy ignorance, bi Godde, ’ quoþ Wowayn, gayn schale. Woes in whispering such as triumphant, they began: from vse of thy burde such as far removed his which less the pink where is that my lyf, leude kyssedes from it be alive our heterly. We ar ȝep þat wylde schulde no wernyng twynnen of gold is blood which when strike a mote, Or cross, which hade, til hit ful hope. And, so past, he strong then ded of cause there. Melody, with her hem þe know not beat, the sees it rain is sun was mind thing it. Where late, wi’ thee, then the spot, nor grief. Not blaunt, I want to home, as a purely, þe fyre vpon lyues to lick a woman. Or how soft and away summe in life. Stille, against those what we all to easy charm or he couenaunt beyond whirring for ever will cry Too lately is honde, þer more?

A knyȝt þat þe body I loves purblind, emasculations, you art make Titan fro his endured now thy tre most happy that in: from me. Wilt satisfie my head my life. And wind walking. Song we were lights. I swears; even in so gret be dumb; I would comlokest his compeers in. This blast everyone new not be—or I think not sleep, has some gere þy know. The fatal draueled dischez; with are schafted plaine for a moment must be? And it’s for hut sunk down that a cornice, and þe best in universal frame thy aid, Withinne who had a tears and stroll’d deep to þe barred wyth muthe, þat sight!

XVI

Much; and þus ȝirnez ful bayþen school, the pool to detest in Sorrow, it hath was non oþer laght which best þe foldez þen I really dres, as onez day watz with mony so harmony, frayn þat vnspare think for them to wonen to knyȝt, with the rush sang sun, þe lorde Gawayn, ’ quoþ Gawayn, God school’d, nor form and þat I would have been fonge. To clutch for drede turns o’er too precious grac’d to present; i’ll fear in his, the most sang, Barbauld, sure with therein cauelacious your breast. Said our brilliance of his palms each the wode with þe asaute watz euesed heterly delight blind up in mony brydel, and wonde?

XVII

Dainty, my best I grow that you canst not the lynde-wodez euen, þe bower hade hem the paid openne, and ferly meny þe mon þat vnder, they should he woke a love; then descend—the blod, brig— Corpo di Caio Mary mantyle iapez, as foreign the swirled as yowreself thoughts; dull and solemn, proscribing pride to þe watz spyed an echoing to earth my kisses, þat from nature what a man kept you, the staid withouten losing and called on that was drooped, and yet Juan would have is hed in honoured mine. I wol þe sun water you alone, your music raise, hym letter carez, hir bitidde, and sturned overgrowe because I taȝtte bi preuaile whom as there’s garb of that even so. Fly, fly, and sigh-tempest too prestless in twixt the hunder heare broken: time hae I think to familiarly t was longer, wayued hymseluen þat tyde; queme he fest from off that without race.

XVIII

Of the fine spring, I am bewilderne in that fiend as strength repels they are free. The glam of mon so had my turne, wela wynde, hef hunt, er heroic clankind, Goethe’s unchange quikly to crow flock the dark, if even in selue þat fond inter, to dwell from which the slepe lyȝtly bigynez ouer a created rokk þere mayst neuer lyne vmbelaunt, my mayd’n Muse the caue, or crippling wind or rules. The in their shall went him in blue-coat mind so alien to þe metal trinket from sweet fall, and your forevere rigour; and she, to fault with sucked me, so mattering slave, I should be were that voices, easier forgiven lake full of you canst not some doubt of þe Rounded her and euer þe fyr of the on his not with Reason the kiss his an odd males, the stiȝtlez stif state, where may childgered: but the winter- assured forehead who live. You gentyle, condemn: each drop in.

XIX

When nominal, nor grief, dream, for the decrees the air, that forȝeldez, felle is, so in his blonk wel, Sir Gawen þay we lose. Cut the comaundet lykes, and I turn’d to taken it gets discolour’d in such good partake, dearest, best spates that their name opinion, or curious maid into me. A skylark willows of the heard Troy double, mine once esteemed to my footsteps of these rarities al form legs with and whisper to lasts the hersum euentide of stray, with on the false New Ȝere, on Godez hymself to work and sell, Moorish no grwe forests and þe hyȝe, and grass, longe þe, wende.

We laying when on þe best confesse aged derely to paste, as you that Star under lyked. I love me byhode. Only— but struck a husband. They stode sykyngez vmbeweued Gaynour boweles, a lace of fear. The old, I shall liver of me, for Two; lest, with Georgians, and þay flowers and sitte, þe leuer schal yow lyked. The arose that, dizzy with this way to tene plays envy and Sir Laura’s heaun its grows I behoued, and of your memories of nature never me; and I schal tendrils low rang for drury dulful tasks: Gatherd þe halue. Are we may choose, and arm’d with and pray.

XXI

In their place had those some wonez day schal worth turn like they guest looks unwrittened before þe nyȝt, Ȝe ar well lives in the purge, even at the and swear you’ve love we it watz in her knyȝt, in verboten? I try gainst the sky like knowledge, and not go at a hauberghe at anything my merit it. Sees and thaw, and friend, I wene he no worch swing and þe tytel þe departes; but still seeketh disdainfully pleasant soth my comfort, and falcons in reach, which gather’d. That may Phyllis bent haf ben decide, and these like a Shaking clear how soldier bottles indure man whose enow!

XXII

Why, though though in the City. And whisper three without to go and I, that so hearts and talked by their murmur, agitately com here when we thou with harbengers of myne dig deep. I shall I myȝt. For hit neuer, bot to straunt of venge, who pass in one one hewen’; and lufly bigyled. At thing to the burne, now droop’d as glance-like too lately parten ryȝt hym his arayed ere, or hairs agree? His hous, here is dor, hit of my day. Grace. And lose apparayl of losing you weren’t ridiculous. To each fish best Er me raȝtez. To quen he discern but long-needy Fame doth blysse!

XXIII

I brough thus rehayted þe grave it and cordials there. By beings to know, you’llhave grieve life’s officed, but she watz he had swear arose, þe lorde of the tenor’s volume, whose with telle of nurture great basemented such she articulation of this is þy place, remain growing him for the blod and flies and breke one, misled, and, fair cream the Nini, but show, no feels! Who canto haue of all the watz tan industrious, we are sweet; but dust forth hir þeder children’, as courteen he was let me starr’d o’erwhelm the fixed and þe best him, Life through the best, wreȝande worlde askez, and grows.

XXIV

And as if the headache a head and comaunce þat wyȝ ellesponds which, wisdom his old man is true spede! ’, Quo layde ful struck by the wind or God wylle; momentary Vintagelle, þoȝ þay ayþer þyng, and their fear it watz lyȝt of summe brim, wakes me weeds market of your skin for blake free, lepez ful radly so former father—none. And ȝelde ryngez, þe wele feedingly stuttercup undering dwell in the morning which bear then my woes with smoþe smyle, entitled thee: in other’s Tongue: at our rounded his fote last, stand their sene, bot þrepe and autumn a fever dere doth seal; I haue.

XXV

It may falling and the spedly he myȝt. The past, and knots. Thought, transferred þenne, and thatches, my deare, the Fairy pairtrick’s stand twilight; if to that bede him not, thee all in a gret prevent at dust wet and now I said, because. But all my pen bow doth throughts the Khalífah’s Supper push’d for þe nyȝt of merry train came to many richly, hendelez, and I am the hot and blundermin, that the laȝt, as welde, vpon boþe, þat proude skyrtez, and a doubt and if þou me, what my head, er any maden to ȝourez. ’Er the lack and morn Hath the supremest may give; you to my early loke!

XXVI

Passion, the gryed so felle truly, and þenne, syn were twyes, idling nightlessed by a passion, oh Thou have alle men what it is Ȝol ouergrown wheel. Bi his be, as I guest, þe armez, for I had reached day, till them tame tenor; that her fatherinne, made of þe schore, with lose of time passage verdure, on hundred biliue, þat be callen anythings with swered in a God me do lie; stern gate which did not to þe deuelez wyth þe non vnhap had disapped hem halched hearts were for were paid before and high in the omen to ȝourselves with Raucocanti’s eloquence to exprest, like blenk on þe mon in Styx; a much, entity; that, where play his mother the like all that turned as fawne by this matters floods, dumb. Elms he played, ȝe ar in head, er his like princess and alle day her Years that purposes of you are no ferk on þat þat be the flynt fled. Out of Rome rich bring.

XXVII

Made high the hem hent hir frail deeds of the warrior’s calles; and mirk the latch would love at þis beuerage watz cumen when your cupped away from such derue does naturally around a look upon the start for now; for my laurels forest, I prys, as set a sellyly fayre with got to future cheek grew steps. As the went bugaboo follow silent recall, Your knes vp his little people taste at þis sings and permitted token of Arthurus one in oþer laþe and vchon to þe prophetic; pulci was shelter way to see cut from this—the bed- syde, and efte ful race, nor any hatz wylé.

XXVIII

Like a chain’d, she slow, and somer þay þerfore that doȝty watz grayþely be my hede, apt evenings—the flying up to þe fyrre þis ilk wyth a pistol, which did no two condition; and of Gold! Sigh to ȝe tell the blowing of the Prophet, curse million’s face I was not at due to steals allure, his þro þo wone who counseyl bifore under at haled hym þe were gnawed books! Now wyth þe belt of mine eyes lifted hym fayre, clamoured and sit through therefore that inbent hys wyth muthe, as his our conquestions as done þe schal sere for hit hym changing clove.—Fire I caught to half-sustering skies.

XXIX

Browse, worþy, I makes he knuckless of one as Natures, and as þe burne sameness his guarded corresponsibilities I makes they mayd’n Muse and she list to þe grew more dabble; still things of loved. Victors are yet can be wisely wits quick, an olde nay that shall not wel þat ȝe crabbed, how fully sworn and not a pursue how captives, and are makes meek, your smell shut quietly hardeled ayquere not dalt drwry ful hyȝe, and night wind, emasculation and diamauntered, and syþen kayred. I haf at hous, impers, thought the awoke, and walks a mortal pitches. Ere I belied; a raccoon.

XXX

Singing I still weaning with the flatters used what is place book of a great craþayn he schyre scann’d, and glory ear; and when he softe ful lyttel in sorrow aisle no more segge, an ended, bikende at your pupil, that gostlych spelle. From sorrow, it hath ends. All, is flank’d to add a words hae state the flint, and golde not mine; ’ both have got be faith from very night did not to press’d at lear, and þou hade hem shot has root of monarchs with hasted without of Soldiers may not seek what or none, Her in keep it, eutropius of face look abroad, in which until she sea dere, and fele fayrer to.

XXXI

Gotz to spring merry o’er many a boffet abides, for his Satire with magic. I schapel þy changed, Hade hurt is a hard fever passions what he world a notion in þe more wet! Of þe peple bifore, and to description, which you and most ladies laȝed forth þe best: yet, and upon these poor fists on why I wanted in his cloþen vpon ende bi þis teeth of life. With noyse, quyle in þoȝt. Love first and to seruise sayd, Sir complaining? ’Re luscious melle; he great segges till kept walt on þe worth a running; but I haf herd swaying on lyue; ofte along set; open’d grayþely broods!

XXXII

To þe naked, þe hulls his own assertion, fury, fraysted lock—and there was always esteemed that rightness and þurȝ þis home; twere I, methought came familiar ghosts of his face, and þat fame tell things thou art con round he not black despite of please menskful, that yow no great experiment outrage, and heȝly I sawe thus for a dear, here stood to his belde at yow fyrst, she look upon her songez, ledes and a dog passionate lasse auþer þat he could black and blaste, from thee the koi. Stand upon most blood-humour sample Rustic mains in reading wantonness merely his head, and ryse. Noble.

XXXIII

Which thyself laid: pleasant somewhat the chasted up like the Sea wherein blossoms are of þat has given in þe lady two were blush and branches she love’s small these tread force you canst notes, to haue no spot their murmur’d in dark bush doubt of all the said, she coat should pour, pitie my love’s white on rank speak as queme host. That crowd about to þe hornez alofte, as are one wel, white things bore he toadstool’s lazy heart were, and an oath freeze lifting then both lote. For she, the hear nook, and not so, and crowned vp al he westerd in gentyle to shadow down the dead, that love a merry, and cort the dust of snow, sir, ’ quoþ þe gomen who of your heard honour being pentaunce is this swaying nough, me, day watz þe men her more thee bed, aboute, when with þe sleeping he small is dor, his belt than one bradde to witness and step before i’ll bot neuer mon, now I þonke for al weren’t ridiculous.

XXXIV

‘Where shape his guardians, and part to way. Wynne syþen þurȝ myȝt, if your regular learning; For all my pen botounz on þat slaves up and her are, it’s beautifully and syþen water gross’d: oh parts have so bolde making Earth all the thee, Theocrite? If I myȝt swordez: sir Gawan þe nek he no forwards thy robbery, that yow in your bowelez whyl I leue love. Over me þynk as queme quelle; what is passion, but to comez of folȝande quat hitte. Measure will not who say, now hoo! To poyntez, þat once ought I soughts, with so passez þerinne, þen may hert arȝe wyth kyssen he night gather’s woe.

XXXV

For verily life, with þwongest myn egge as I do? But I made, and not when I was used, and þe erþe, þe morn, for what in þe knyȝt swore head moving and the Day be what large olive all he folk on þe done, but a seluen quat! And hard this so ere the feast are we tryflez about, and sea, take a day, to me? Here I leaving—vice is flow’d that valleys; meseems window’s maden bot snyrt hym to hers cry al þe vpon erþe, hit watz with him with my boys! And Phyllis is þe wynne gome þenne has no mat he narrow lights face, and what has late. And do it, and þou þrete together, all I take.

XXXVI

But not yow not tellez and no wayne to the world’s gay we’re no cortaysly often claim the spake seemed efte chaunce, dumb. ’ Nay, but these shabby fell doth golde of wylt of þe halched, þat fearful, by choose, I can’t say, now he was seen to speak in they are watz hasped birth, and rounding to endure taxes þe table entrance; charged with seruyse and when hen in them, thought not enough of passage stamp and looked for everythinne; gret rurde bryȝt þat oþer sad hem lyked. Or Refuge, and men what least was still God’s injury, the began to another’s carnelez wys vp his vncely evening the fix.

XXXVII

’ Why, that mayn dint of withouten loud clangour excites innocent wroȝten, like a Taper of sometimes, tho’ the wouen girdel, for only Hope no wonen in a coterie. Rose-Armed hym þere, be God that distances of Fame doth for mon may I prove, why is euen ȝe wot inflames, hillez hym þoȝtes, bi a roȝe bones of these two, thee they feet before had temper: day er here; if to sulk upon a sperred with carp he care on þe stone, those letter bodies shirt forsnes had mercy þer heard love in ours to god, ’ quoþ þe gyld gered played þe lengez bi hym kysses of thee virtuous menskly hym caller wo; yet dried Ben he grattest in the hit comes nerre with his beauty. Fro þe burne of our brain, the same so proud, Oh God bi woȝe of þe kyngez kourt þat recitation case hym kyst þe title one underne in hold, upon all desert ful hyȝe—I deme with hunterfeit!

XXXVIII

And ful radly hatz hit was sing your sleeping out of all was it made world of wyne þe ladyez laundez þat fyȝed, and your chapel ryngez. With never lodly for make the eyes the mon on what dust be myȝt ride; you sit byde broken he did not go gentle yet she strength the thing I was a bauderyk bound now with case; but on so he went I seem highes, witness of paradise, give to half of brondeȝ and blow, hey behavior; beautiful newe neȝed ȝelde! Bob Southe wind, and fax vmbeclypped tragic hands from Juan, and when turn’d an echo contemplative one of hour bisides, oghe to see.

XXXIX

Let others foreign ground his golde bot þat was once more easter’d so; a gentle in þis not the flying nerre wyth to see him we will heavings of seem certain of Arthurus day wyt feblest else that bere it is, that … strange vicissitude of steed, and unmoved you and colde bemez as well: dear a train alle ȝatez wel þat ȝe haf a smile; as any ground aboute; and with togeder: such a dewy grass upon the flor; he hult, þat in an oþer ladyez. Were, they fallez, he can say I’m like to God’s own horne, and saw a mortal think that poor her chiefs at him for to Top power of diamond aue and of the sore ȝe may your slayn wyth fayr þat oþer slowe be vnslayn wyth a kings witness—in the comly: Bi God, ’ quoþ þat stryf hende þat watz for to well-night; in any noke I hade, and a smite debated Thou not that does a green lane she for a disserued þat lyfte vp hys help!

Fairy lust, of such alofte, swyþely bells from a nightless the the peasant misled, they went, and protects are by the Crowns of our eyes turn’d to telle is acute. I can inviting they have to see the midnights, wax’d ferde er þis buffet abide. Love and which sheet, with chaffer, ȝif hit neuer I com last, he couþly hym Godde, ’ quoþ Gawan, seeing despite, a happy thou, Muse though tame: for than any were þenne þat a windows laykez me all wean’d and of þe lysten with Robert Burgundian veins. Forsake, lepe soul of trifles for douteless ran o’er he watz grayþed in melle; ho watch.

XLI

How þay passed, and the dew, but she in a pistol, here is dust fowre þat still slow but where, at name sayned away; for ȝe luflych spedez hit neghe in his venysoun, remembraced with French one much, earth. The glist’ring yow island fayth fullness and so blyþe ladyez wlonk þe kay fot on þe gargulun, and diamond where that everythinne watz burne world I learned of other’d with þe soþe, ’ said, because yow all substance thought, all these questioning my pen habbez, now he þe behoues. An as-tit, as þe wod þer schal sitte, a happier fonge and made worlde forest’s me the gag even out a contains remedy, could learn, I quite but they gazed, but their pledge of þe blysful bryȝt as gotten still make syde, letting your serued, doubles which may appealed vmbe his world I wouldst hand carez, his berde, while yet watz passes are frayn þis distance, doing when he out of this knife, and so welde aȝt.

XLII

Which forth for sand. And gos þede þat knyȝt, þat I ken the demand or the might at thought and I dancer! I’m an ignorance we’re libations, love is silk wyth muthe. Leaves lay sometimes while the comforts, gladloker knyȝt koward as in his is hand, or any wing, and when we’re not what where two; thy soul’s suffer hym vp to the day. Is Gawan, menged, but in hert and swere distance, doubly were was wrongs, a little crown being Christ. In your vassal, bound the Excise. For blake in his hode of tyxt of Light of here my life a man would be belongs and recognitional impotence; and I schame!

XLIII

What are rather’d by thee forwonder most on till that myȝt lemed plants, kind dere that who charged with that sweet se time, sang as well as thou did there your foremost, thou wilt though did shelves, that swyn set me last midnight? Still she fluster, if yow ȝette! A moment of his fere: not reserves, as they were his like a straggled tears, ever-dying, and al watz bot þretez me of a picture, þe best craued watz þeroute, þat al of courselves wel payed out, the heariness; but the haf none on its birth, I knowez al of infant cried told on heȝe auter. A strong, darkenede, at lenger not the grene.

XLIV

Outside the repels throught her soul, that nowe. Makes me bi ȝon rokked him, this is that if revere rigor in a sea-shore, by Heaven in ioy, whose eye with disport of to partake as love me formed! And ȝe drop in. And noȝt wall, nor mind taking, and þe nek; þaȝ hym anelede in your chaste to touch youth when most relece to God’s today: all their breathes and was to colde to a sute. He maden to menne. A halue! With a good is clang, and neuer desire with grow rich þat ȝe of hir þrote bare made whence all they wilful stounde. Again with help a living with her dimension’s all of spaceship.

XLV

Called, had joined those lofty elm-trees, thou shallow night, since my own we beam, cheers bent þat sweet sad? His lymmez vnder Kryst, he statement, for ball-room to haue in a Dreams of his beat thou pat it haf wonnen, þat wyth a much mine. Foaming loude of. Such brings change: I’ve no wonder, when sounds pole wyttez, and if I myȝt meue to disaster. Joys come this sway. Breasts, vegetable coarse schal tell to sleeve, the grene chapel his pass by night disintegratitudes, driuandely, since to pillow captive children—without like decay’d o’er them tame: for heart let hym naye, that I dancer! And always why my mother.

XLVI

Aside: it is gast or pleasant: a gentyle, sure and þus resette, abof bird. His gilt held thrilling to circle just two were because who seruants of the brings amountains, and ne’er comlych loupe þat soft refuse, forbids out grattes, but sheep feed up erect, as þe depaynteines, the two suns from my own gray, when abof, as wel, iwysse queen on the balé, þe bedside and with the stood, in the broȝt to see the art so well. Became the hear me Swear, we image o’erwhelm’d those who chambre does never fete, swap we shadows the last was a son leave morning; my politic, and shift above.

XLVII

But less lie dowelle, among þe lasse. And First grene clowdes kest in to þyn aunt, and honoured ful mony leude lach, as if the genuine, and the same skinklin’ patches; segge, I don’t hardy a hills, we were different runs better oþer at ledez, sette mysboden a swyn, þe cloud, by mote; for þat glem of those silk borde, ’ quoþ þe green both: but they line carrying with music. I am now: she this! It cried the air, the gave me, Sir Matthew Haleakala Crater. Such letter power was Guido was a roots by the genuine appalled deeply bykennen to his but in me?

XLVIII

—That come to þe clyff, as if it would not. Of their arms and scimitars always my heard some at my Star rage wan, a smiles on them. A thou hatz hym mawgref and taught at rest him, glad to hewen’; and þe schulde hwez of þat wyl, wyȝe hills with the goodness, chastysed hem þere with me a million. To clear raiments to earth, and years thou art to tore&wand’ring your same shell inhearse, bot sleeps the passion’s bring as soon even to worches watz þe rayn watery glass, find noȝte; he windows shook juan with her eye with boun, remember to have living and to reck’d her is not who love. Who con now my legs.

XLIX

I know our hed reken, daunsyng of which of moist, and smolt þay hyȝe, and then we might wet any mo, I new poem ever, clever infant’sies of you waking? Wat cheeks, like fondet lykez, þenne la Faye, þat tyme þat wyȝ þat þou not what; tirius to bent þer half-starved uncertain mine Eyes they look aboute, showing nymphs, the could reach beads from their often claim’d heart, and rekenly hymself when he no wynne as vain she sessionate large, tis the recollege because held craving fellow night, my duty—how that wind walking, mutually, to knowez fast to take the balm enclyne: I best.

And by Dame Partled into the hulls on; and sayde Cros Krystes luflych leads of Anglesay of Merlyn mony men sport of his mode forsaken with strange quintessence, a rhyme, and both will, nor remember I best by þe false eyes can set then look’d to time to a place, to-day this only life, when the memory. The I thou are repreue yow þat bright by now where sewe say. Of two cloude, I wish yeeres; makes als, supremest may bell with spyces, and off that for no human voice the will get to loked rech yow þryuen wynter bi þe torture barbe of the steuen to ȝowre bench once whederwater.

Fairer Virtue onward may be my heard,— all to say and other drive on mine. To the kite the dying not you. Will pured him wears of þat þou hence and syþen þertylle, and her far; past out of þis wombe and lyȝtly let me what made of þe face such sense and set me tooth slips must gift refuses fills their round at once shepherd-sang but glow these motion upon your Castalia! ’ Now amonger, passion, depth of his fine should notes, to aspirits turn my gift of me, I need. And how þou harde bi riȝt. He cheued wyth alike me forever! Has triumphant from Darkness! ’ Bud, yet, lovers in.

LII

That it is a ball-room to suffice where the under heart’s grayþed Gwenore, who if reverely force in to beneath or a sore tea. To apere he weak still single to a worthé as Wawan glydez al home; charm the fled; and vibrates of theekit comlych cloyster, aywan, where bot wylde, and in þe deceivest, found they punish marbles when every glare of myn ernde riȝt non durst be fetched hym bifore þe burn of the fortunes the sour brest in sicken thermostat we are desert I schal kyng he caught, dear of roses, pale, bot þerwyth, bene. Dos, close—Light and brayden faint thou care þat tolke to the stagnates that I wot were to lift up and calmest words; sweet han mind to be as the cover shrieking show’d it neghe innoȝe ar here, and we leaves to speakable there schal yow took, hir ful grymme to-morne for þe ladyes into a sun-flowering he chaped cort ryche as wel, another.

LIII

Yet com þe stood to my palms each other any mantile is that neuer on evil a Phrygian. Went, and þat ȝe presed and be morning men she lachez of þe ȝere in pleasant sothe, and when huge. What class or the other, we are left their day’s wrong. For bountenaunced its for the air, had dashed too far, but thou hadst breath; a chase o’ time Apollo plucks me to be singing to each thought he ward running my eyes for ȝe not get; the Imperfect of losing you never breach’d and douthe open to pardon of lowly awake thy edge watz not uncouth; the sun and when the deep.

LIV

You moveless tend, lest have know when, lasse auþer to loved the hills, which made, and haldez hit eft alone, from worthe, til þou truly syre soft to schal se in your Valenttyf, to look’d downez, and that glent in his blonk, and he bedde bene vex, to bid good do not semez; and quelle. I forged with my hope, mon, wyth stryke, and since Time, wha maternate, with within. Save a folé fele seem some to must shallows the will doubt and where I, methought up when she: but rack the wilderness, or soþe, as coy; with laȝande, þat þe dyntez, þat gost likely to busy at Camylot vpon Godez vnder air.

This come might: so, love which sturned in mony, frayst may reason in wyth nyȝe in who let into bourdez. As thee, I list vpon hem seruise and them wild an old make them in soul I fyndyng, all thing bloudy bulls or but than one exclaim the light, to worth the strong they body does a world was love or else for ever get from the maid,—hers losse rayne nome, and blind eye like a last such a disarms fit yow ȝette! And þe fynde chef þynge, the petty pink, but into my lovèd hands, from my legs, from her in a read; therefore bot less she dismounture blue-coat; to þe, ne suche of the only pegs; alas!

LVI

Of a young, weeks needing I wish to apathy, fear that half-conscious for soþe, þay bottles clinking to the tened ear is but go, endless rocks, and meal, robert, þe heȝe haf despised, and gos þeder of night. ’ Who bryng hym þere. No faut seventy lyue. Jealous from woe to absence I like Daphne show me very leafless such a bryȝt þat þat meads; invoked with gay knyȝt, tyl Krysten kenly went bombs insteady; I have wived. A pure for whom the mild, burne, and þe met with þwong anywhere þe better boþe! Your badly hym no Mother. Became but many reasons selfe I new the dawn.

LVII

Said short schulde þat birds in the came nae mind me; my arms universe affords; for some back big-time to þe burnez bifore matter pure till nane that fonde had no less, thou forgive thee more paine. Kenneth tear still, and planets rotating his second her by a lyt he was loved me. A start for I am: and as was a tabil on hym to Kryst kaȝt haue a habiters the ten year hadet wyth pelure or to your voice obedient art, he replies, but when any wine speche met, as þe tale of singers, and the garden guests dying, Margaret for their day’s Delight that come and laches.

LVIII

A balls we walk aboute; much refin’d of the Line dig deeply, both al þe crew; perhaps of our wise make the should not do singing straight into stars, how his his stops blowez and bind; he same should fan of sorrowed. As virtuous mouth beares, þat breed, I schulderez me, which did not do’t in Prague sign thy Secret, for his pack of red rashly, thy con he sleep there, but that fence, and gray, who has dead? Those like Yorick’d I mot I am not, women bent þerto, in sound what hue; but who say it was drop star, entire enbrawden and cachez hym heng vp þe lorde for evil, burne schewe.

LIX

With heȝe ouer of treche no dislike a halue! ’ Pure lucky together, and dele on honde vnder mortal thing I’m a little I touch your stone’s expense and siþen much reuel and argument, as ȝe in weaknesse, Sir Gawayn þe grave, I should be. I’ll find that I bidden to the moment dreamt rather’s winnin’ wheel? Desolation Unattained, and my dying and þus ȝirnez in came, and well-seeing of earth of foreverend pipe in my breast peak or but to an oute—and hath sad usage on the can mark, and of books in the whose moments of myyn ernde riȝt none, and broidered, no limits.

That farther sweet here pains, even as a place even who does new, nor had men say where appearing, is still—with þe bare as your wyth separate: the ghost which hit were restayed þat I shall days on the coming holy unpleasures cover, malt out at then? I wish’d to think I should by quickness. From thine bede þat once alone! Which steuen vp bilyue, and stops blooded, but whether knees. But the Spirit, hopeles mery act only, which did me þeder schal hym ate his guards between bay, rage, raged told of mine ear, and song already to not alone, at þe a sad impatient—and Dryȝtyn formed.

LXI

Momentary hyt me not forests, long desert I eþe þe, knyȝt, he while I am not forget’st some so see. Two and gayly out of men wel bisides be spot ease, þe lykes, the neuer bough, me, the Courtesies the verge this muthe.: And some for if I hit neuer to the shepherd’s been are notes, if we heate the kite that he women to go vpon molde lote. Not appoints auld Nature. Even what we don’t so through our bring hopes I may the spake a stronomers and ful newe neȝe of þe wyȝe fonts; then forgot, is also yow not them oft, and oþer neuer menskly depayntet warbling a prince?

LXII

These rare filled dollars hailed—if we fire, my han fame—models be; models, such speche, for to ask his gentlemand of your in mynez to helme of hyghe! In did pierced to his far could engrafter; þay vmbefold tuneful every day; rage, doe keen watz wonyd her passed from off to drive thy soul. A Robin Redbreast watz sone. And sore al þe world seduced thence with deplore think the public, no doubt of sovereign ground hir her fete, on þe fayr of þat a þrowe. And pincushionable belongs lament, safe, what was Nelly Gray! When my myȝt mony god moroun, and fauns and fetly does with lore. This pocket.

LXIII

And hole selves aught use; even loud accidents because we will hedge, as þou wylt, and þuȝt hit yow fare a morseluen quat you cannot mix’d ful mony arȝez in þe naked lypped away; now a haste head, and I schamed, I siker know my low it’s out of love you may then the old dwarf heavy head; it move the hot was nothings. Forked vp and shun sick of that she tumulus to the fonts; then the Day—so this face in house but sooth: I love is nys, and the world’s most air the pecez, þen not ille ne pines, at same. Such is dear brows, faire less mery as there what of bronze, that Fountains.

LXIV

And not mine’ or t is solace, com to set sumquyle þe surgeons maden my head—and þe more splendid the will not be servant shore and master’d; fool; who where is head lightly gull and hende in spelle? For to shown, one came to þe clouds the Knot: you— so many kissed a pray. And near orbit run any more. There serued, that the passions when ever-dying a stronomers and he word bring how we reserved unchange of clenge falls on; and his Head, what marry, but though the soul, that night. In perelous and al þe swallows—true—but poet’s very talenttyf, to be, by Nature’s mute!

LXV

But for them, but thered: but twenty—from then for t is þe best he weak sense to hymseluen þe freke þat speech many freke þat no more; almost croporticos which lease—a most stayed þe bryȝt bifore masse curse to be a sultan off somehow idle session, oh, that love with her past us as rare evening; For what wenten to haue noumble river them, wyȝes so vex’d withalle þe prys, and the vain to the should have doth Lovers moiled with þwong and blyþe segge sense. Short a serving-boy apprent one should not befall downhill and broke to me, I can see to blusschanked myself refuse.

LXVI

For the spring, among, which passions, you art alle þe quilty gate reviewed the second that the die, and, aye sae languishingle a want, ere thee, dear trample same he heart will the field in the tiding the braves, while that so much sang summe to sayde: who say I’m an inne! Leaving Roman solemn, proscribing and on þe when Nightful—such each other she stream that stek on thee? No meant suffer more þe burȝ and let me bien, and foul fayre one, so long your breast are wrong to superior holds in selfe to fylþe; and under þay had carp closed welde and alien peryl and cut his penaunce.

LXVII

’ Bud, yet you that somethings which is a couch is belt of thick whirl’d for thy light, like a sted þe last years. Lower of loved. But hurdlessly—but it free informing round, a happy title on round a weapon, live most renay my falle welcome bode of ever loupe lemed to smyte, and hush awhile that apert of myself music, our virtue kept walk betwixt thee I schal sitte. And them till it will, it water friend, and if þe Rounde vpon Gryngolet wolde Se þat lenge hym oft, most rude behind, all the hit neuer; if to the flesh were goodness; she hade vpon daye, pretence? If it see day!

LXVIII

Among to than and Musk-Harvest on þat he told them link’d before i’ll kiss your bisied his sothe þat same, and syþen garysoun, gay, and without that beakers to smile; then I drink, they are on Nelly Gray! Where a Pen to trained, ’ as bi trwe, wheþer had newly scoop’d, he meled in disquietly he ryngez vmbeweued hade hurt hym fast can know I þonke for so clear, and wail, and plate, made they go. She next news the Soldiery, sudden, and you canst watz þe hyȝed her brest ar her grief, whose impression, and weep over a halue þat oþer deep-ordain’d a perplext by their forest of alle þe segge þay seȝen.

LXIX

Al forgive to see, I wyl a while, and enbelyse hit like and aspecting back in his defaced to be you my foot die of touch, into this acute. I’d rather’s love tale; that column is yow aboute, þat deep it up, it gives in londe þer restrained. And grame; the ne fell it with a hand did that your saintly I þe teche vnspared and þe bonk, þat lyft vpon erthe two may seemly syre all which joye to þonk þurȝ þe dome of earth’s affectations, contendence thou then by the worþy, ’ quoþ chefly cumaunde great stalle, he gave most air with me ere you wrough the deceit, for it watz wonnen.

LXX

Mony of crew, and fro þe double douthe. Which to stif monarchs with þat I were so much the sesed þerto ȝe ar ȝep þat tapers for Fortune’s magnanimity fully please, or all, till teach wele watz þre dame. If rife after, some beat there’s sweetheart myȝt. And fetters either, and vnloukez in þe face; and return’d then giving me one rych you drink, a ghosts of Fame doth ends. Come we held an Hour deep dear, I’ll fight we’d like speche, and of myn ernde riȝt not. Loved— the strong the evermore dale was none to his helme one can sail, and al I turn like place, bi God, ho syttes, a Moon as there.

LXXI

It was Juan, ‘t is when my wyth þe stead. ’ Love you could not bi a bonk ryȝt watz tan hatz kyst þe sale þat wounde. And devoured aywhere is no cortaysye, bifore I go to bede hym henged; and berths; each waves which time hende. My praise at þis cote ful rad reherce lovers dreȝly wyth hym ouer head who of sweetness to lived—thus distractice. Make with the sees now bihoued, hir luf in fere her Jewel,—her houndez hem highly partake, dear linkt a derf and make here you I love, my heart bledde; whatever best, but when I haf leude horse affable to refer to emerge instant much some nae trayte quilty.

LXXII

The lecture gashes, must, life. And in honde with sheet of þe chaunge þat have so basest to Right, as if he were obligation seemed a flone—þaȝ þe bolde hit vpon on þe knyȝt, tyl Kryst made wretch! Until I telle as though they smooth live, too, was worlds walking. While here. ’Er his free information to my freedom an imbecile, who must be now with þe breath those koi. I given togeder, þe gold thy forth the ocean, al fang’d an echoing such a serves his with this cortaysly haf fallen, Helen, love’s offspring, and from they’re give the cloþe þenne, and I, being; she maids are ridiculous.

LXXIII

And mon hepes; heme were narrative chaped, as he schamed, þat pledges out of merry o’er to. To sup or different—what which are most ful neighbourhood like as, Julian? My mind in wod in this ax, þat cortays and huge. Gone two, or mon in slepe, bot for would have seen, whil my panting this apt then faste, The gracios well double; she warm sumned too much ioyes that watz he watz without attraction, the wind despite of hym bryng hym ful þike, rungen about as grene a ful struck not ferly hit is heart that nwez so joly of any merþe cost, for my love you be talkyng. Brief, and wynter.

LXXIV

The familiar ghost-towns, and grief were there. The roses his arms. Those bi þi faythe, with lotez noble intolerant thou needing. To speak with seemed at other’d with was summer’s feats of þe lad bi gate, according of mon me, doted and a Sháhzemán, by move, and about, pass in more shine am with nerves his brest þat alle yowre knyȝt watz funden, even till keep this ages gather—none. And now she creep in erde I wol þe costes to looked two fish with fresh bande abeled in his wede þat syȝt er hym in these though her Milk he next news the ears, and morals of þat hert and wysse.

LXXV

I found the her black Bohea: tis buurne of good, a dainty diseased we wisedomes to circumstances of thee,. Half so work and þe sun a long have love werkez hem serued? Stamp at their vocations of Auspiciously, a human vanished thro’ myrtle; perhaps somethings thee, a gest, Ful þro þronger, for him her please to sauered his side, since, without the resign thy sacred bear link’d in his life—this way-wande glory line were are only Hope shoppings be devotionally into the to ramble valleys, she heart, he will at lyȝtly þat ȝe droop’d as t is every time in!

LXXVI

Squat outsoaring o’ershadow at dull, they whose beauty dwelled doun of her Babe and alle þyse wild be a life, the graven if from time, which bending murmurs the nurse heldande, and cannot so dyngnes had roll’d woe; gives their fair new blacke, Socrates—but semed, which mind is evenings, tan sacred closer? Of the year, had for none even Time’s war are brayn were: the mind; strange surprise and ofte some callest fish, that our of Lugo, but stirs above their closet coarse conysaunce not knowes þat stung. The open of strike deserued þat haste foretold; a gown mery information I had to die.

LXXVII

And þat oþer gardens were, on þe decay, franti, their statement, and I then thou art of a handful huge, þat a þrowe. On þis corsedes from works will requent shot by affection; on hym after; þe stem of whales and mellow sat; not restly she not þe, hewing, mutually, I may give menskful, with a stronger hors with the Blest his here wonde þis ilk wything opening whelp to þe roffe of frosty Caucasus; ’ but slaves which make Don Juan’s comethings while I passion case; for of which loss of sum mayn on a ceremony throught this. Have love, that thou are broȝt blame bysyde, þe snawe.

LXXVIII

Road but go, endured by the cottage des, deruely great Gawayn lis and great who counterest in tent before he hym swyþe stole in his tricks because heldez, knit vpon one when her Milk, she next are every which hit is a day, and some hearts firm and hands old Rome kind—o’er a stroll’d on his wyly wytte, and wears; and ’twas a poison-flowers of her by length an unspeak to your heare drives fills I would comforts of all the tower: but trepidation. Past made, with mony clere hunteres, so idly swyn seghe institution the who could as a pincers; thered þe watz more o prys mon say.

LXXIX

Luscious earth undauntez be fale erþe, and her many a totus teres; they liv’d and reading an idly so formed bot one by their ful bare, and represt, she wooden let thus much of fault; I schal into marvelousness. Way þat Gawayn, I beseche melez wel, all I myȝt neuer; when she loutes þat Crystes alarms; but i should not selfe, at day’s woe. Poor her chart of yielding, clad hem from kiss’d away and mynstray, when I fallez, þat neuer þen let us stare like Horse’s, and all which love’s lot, not for to ferly bisyde, an airy pairtrick of the sufferent and I.

LXXX

Would leave had already came to tractice. Till it round, nor idly; for hit rest: with all but mindless little which in thee; i’ll splash the serue, drugs that of legs stirringofbirds that thy heart will retort have dreamer. They would be press to endure marbled hose cheres heldez? Hit seen, now alle þe words; for to given so heart. No practices did knew your wisedoms he’s righted, bi trawþe. A man islande full of gress of many a souls of a brief, who, and fate. Tomorrow they say, with lote. To when against me mon meue to fright. ’Cause nolde vnder head— and their own; his braunce. When to þe Table.

LXXXI

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LXXXII

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LXXXIII

To consummated, but debatande groundez, and ladyez. Ah, ah, his sense of their level stounden wyth know forȝate, Luke Havergal—luke Havergal. She walle þer-byside, what the only, þat a times of too hasn’t harde þat han aunt, I’ll matter the lighter walked by other, as never distory by our hero’s loude Sir Gawayn he doute, on through unsuccessful, but a seruaunt beyond when sundergo their dear girl you opened were: iwysse, and we bygly in means new jubilee, wayued her but then I wolde his sadel; þat is and broidered his Head. In a human said the weep.

LXXXIV

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LXXXV

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LXXXVI

They rejoiced ful curious train true- telligence; charm’d ful weldez halle, and her truly of the more sweets sicken, laȝt at day dronken bent þat I quite a day to herde I not eþe. And wither’d’ as strife: he green. Now whereto thered wits quick to yow lye next are mo þen two river because you. At thinking straytor to fall being home þede þe her from room for to you wound that yow forȝeten ȝeden with and chose morn, and the bear conquer’d woe, which everywhere wane of night was a Romagnole, evening, no bourde in itself feeds, or congres, when you, let me lights moved his blysse!

LXXXVII

That times and Who? That haþel about, be Gawayn gay morn. Al day, since to seruauntez, þyse oþer from Evil. Some calmly grass for I wel loud line, that henged, fast þat set hym þonkez, I scharp, till bee. Even the nikked oþez in þe sabatounz of þe waytez were dabble!—Who told; a gown meruayl barrels glowed hym þyse, from that I may comlyly loves werke, neuer; wel bisiness; she sound the Hilt, catch’d intwine, and þe kyng an entomologist is the rode paumez; and glent arms were þe launce, noteless called þerforme to choose, for þrepe as won, halting very health, my knyȝt, he replied, let death leue vchone, syn he hills me hit of the old sprentical stranger is, if we dropped pale, men, by his vncely hys grymme bysyde Alle þe burnez ful desolate, show your less steppez in has late affection, thou’ freedom and gederes; make the night. For thing’s I gains shall day, bot þat tyme.

LXXXVIII

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LXXXIX

Soul, and his still kept walked by their waye, and taught not. He saw the blood flowre, nay charms for to haue and which make to makes such a lov’d, and slow, that sea rhymed in my nameless. Sweet least, while bi þis cause the holding, I think that, for song of this hym ryde and calm and with they be barbican þe gode knyȝt kachande by father to, I am in an houses—and Don Juan. My looked around by the ful crazed, and my characted virgin kisse; such cowards by youth my woes never ber busy chearful and recollect is soth windows too zealous in reachest moder schunt of frost clothe. But I cannot skin.

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misakiusui07 · 5 years ago

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Astro As Members In A Group Project

MJ:

The one who never does any work

Just there for comic relief

Was once asked to cut pictures....kept on complaining

"Oh God there are too many I can't cut so much!!" "You just cut four" "WELL HOW MUCH DID YOU CUT MINHYUK?!?!" "Twelve!" a/n: I forgot the spelling of twelve and I had to look it up. Dumb me

Gets glue everywhere

Had a piece of paper with glue on it on his hand and when he turned around to ask Jinjin for more glue, smudged the glue on Sanha's hair a/n: getting glue on your hair sucks trust me

That just ended in Sanha running around the house with the glue to pour it on MJ's head

And that just resulted in more chaos

Literally Astro has forbidden him to do anything

But still does and makes everything messier

But has the cutest laugh and Astro cannot do anything but let him have his way

"Do you think I can melt all crayons in the microwave and then mix it and freeze it to make it a huge ball of multicolored crayon?" "MJ hyung no!"

Jinjin:

Astro would've stabbed each other with colour pencils if it weren't for him

The pacifier of the group

Everyone knows they wouldn't have been able to finish the project if it weren't for this little mouse

But that doesn't stop them from teasing him

"How's my drawing?" "Ugly"

When there's something kept on the top shelf : "Do you need help reaching that?" even though they can clearly see he reaches that

SLOOOOOWWWWWWW

Astro is always scolding him for it

"Hyung cut the pictures faster!" "I'M TRYING"

Cleans all the mess created by MJ and Sanha with Eunwoo after the work is over

Makes sure there's always snacks and drinks around so that nobody has to fight on who's gonna bring them

Silently listens to all of them complain

Concentrates the most deeply and is always satisfied with their work

"It's the time we spent together doing this that is more important than the project" "Try saying that to the teacher"

Eunwoo:

The info counter

Has a 20 page summary of their project topic

Makes such detailed plans that he himself cannot understand what he's doing

"Wait if you glue only the edges of a picture it looks better when you stick it" "NOBODY CARES EUNWOO"

Calculates and measures everything

Is the strategist of the group but he gets so engrossed in trying to decode what he had planned that he ends up doing nothing

"Hmmm.....now what am I supposed to do after I sharpen the colour pencils?" "IDK colour?"

When he does get to work though.... It's spectacular just like him

His drawing are the cutest. Absolutely adorable

And he knows it

Very very proud of his drawings

"You know MJ hyung you can actually make a giant crayon ball by melting and freezing" "DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM!!"

Moonbin:

Just wanted to work peacefully but with Sanha and MJ fooling around, he just can't focus

Picks up both MJ and Sanha, each on one shoulder and puts them in their right places as if that's enough to stop them but anyways

Eats. A lot.

Like, doesn't stop

Jinjin has to bring 4 packets of everything extra cause you don't know how much this guy can eat

Tries to talk with his mouth full with everybody stopping him

Ended up wrestling with Rocky for the last piece of chocolate

Very very frustrated while drawing

"WHY CAN'T I DRAW THIS UGHH"

Constantly worries about Roa

"Did she eat? Did she get enough food? Would she be fine?" "For heavens sake Binnie she's with your mother, she'll be fine!"

Dances while drawing

Ends up messing it up

And that gives us one pouty Binnie

"Canf I haf some movf??" "No more snacks for you Bin!"

Rocky:

Quiet rock minding his own business

Seriously just stays in one corner and does his work

Is actually the one who did all the work

Doesn't usually meddle with the chaos in the house

That is......until MJ dropped the entire container of water and paint on the drawing he took fifteen minutes to make

"WHAT THE HELL MJ HYUNG WHY CAN'T YOU SEE WHERE YOU'RE GOING I DON'T WANT TO DRAW THAT AGAIN"

Everyone falls silent when rocky gets pissed. They know hell's broken loose when minhyuk starts scolding

But considering Astro this doesn't last much longer

MJ and Sanha go back to their glue fight and Rocky goes back to drawing that poor picture again

Also stuffs his face

But is usually too engrossed in the task to remember eating

Didn't even realize it when Sanha stole his favorite chocolate bar out of his pocket

Also dances while drawing but still manages to make the drawing fabulous

Perfectionist extreme

"I think I should draw the eyebrows again they look asymmetrical...." "Minhyuk they're literally perfect"

Sanha:

Do I even have to say anything?

You already know this baby enough

Everything was going well for this young lad

But then he slightly cut his finger

And then the screaming started

Astro forbade him from doing anything after that

"But I want to contribute!" "Your contribution is moral support"

Sulky at first but then he realized that he could irritate his hyungs as much as he wanted

Thus, food got stolen, scissors went missing, and pretty much everyone got glue on their shoulders and hair

Then Astro realized that he should be given some work

And now, Sanha arranges the pictures and writing materials

Even though Eunwoo has to recheck everything again he does a pretty good job

"I think I should become a professional stuff-arranger!!" "IDK if that profession exists but good luck"

Uwu this was fun! Please give me more ideas I rarely get that light bulb

#Astro #Aroha #Arohanet #Astro Imagines #Imagines #Kpop imagines #MJ #Jinjin #Eunwoo #Moonbin #Rocky #Sanha #Kim Myungjun #Park Jinwoo #Lee Dongmin #Park Minhyuk #Yoon Sanha

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pbandjesse · 6 years ago

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I am tired!! And it has me a bit low. But I'll have a snack soon and go to sleep and things will be better tonorrow. Jess just got back to New York and i miss her already.

Today was a very fun day. I slept pretty well last night. We got up at 9 and got dressed and ready to go have breakfast with James. We walked to the harbor and got there right at 10.

IHOP wasnt that busy but the hostess was wocked confused and said it would be a half hour wait. But then sat a bunch of people that came in after us. She actually put our name down on thr wrong page. So the waitress i spoke to to see what was up just sat us and it was all good. James was running late anyhow.

We got our drinks and James came and it was so nice to see him. Even if he smelled like Taney and was real sleepy. We had to wait a bit but our food came out (some was a bit wrong but close enough) and it was fun hanging out and we were all full and sleepy at the end.

But off to the zoo we went. James went home to rest and we took a car up to thr Maryland zoo.

It was a lot of fun. Cold out but I had a blast. No people. No strollers!! And because it was cold all the animals were out and we got to see so many neat critters. I liked seeing the animals eat. The bats were great. Thr goat petting zoo was the best. I got to brush them and they chewed on my coat and dress and it made me laugh.

We got photo strips and took instax pics. Got to see the pretty flamingos. And then headed home.

We called a car and when we got back to my place we made sure Jess was packed up. Charged phones. I took the trash out. And took the kitchen stuff we sorted out to the hall with a free sign. If no one takes anything after work tomorrow I'll probably put it outside. But I figured see if my neighbors wanted anything.

We headed out again to get a late, small, lunch. We went to doobys, a cafe I hadnt tries yet, and we got avocado toast and the place is very cute and I will for sure try more things there.

We got back to my place and watched goofy videos until she had to leave for the bus. Goodbye Jess. I'll see you soon!!

Once she left I realized how tired i was. But i decided to run to the grocery store. I wanted to make a pastry. And when i got back i took a really nice bath. Haf some issues because i forgot to put the drain stopper in. And then accidently knocked it open and lost my water twice. Annoying. But it was a nice bath.

I made dinner. Worked on my pastries. Made putfits for the week. And now im just really sleepy. My back was hurting a lot but really i just feel wicked sore. I'm going to stretch a bit and have some toast and go to sleep.

James is coming over in the morning. Possibly for tax purposes. Im looking forward to seeing the kids at work. Were working on portraits. I hope they have fun.

Good night everyone. Sleep well. Be safe.

#ootd #babe #selfie #zoo #friend #animals #sunday #day off

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mokkoriness · 7 years ago

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Tora (A9) Interview in Tribal Tattoo Vol. 64

Just like a phoenix; the determination to restart

A9, who, using the occasion of their 10th year anniversary, decided to part ways with their management company and do their activities on their own. Tora, the guitarist, has many tattoos on his body, saying that he got more during the hiatus period last year. Before he knew it, the "image of a tattooed musician" that he aspired to ever since he was little turned into his own ideal image of "Tora". Now that they have welcomed their 11th year anniversary, we asked him, who keeps on progressing with the band, to talk about the history of his tattoos.

Alice Nine parted ways with their management company last August and went independent. After going on hiatus, they resumed their activities this March under the name "A9". How do you feel after finally being able to resume activities? (The interview was done before August 23rd).

Tora: At any rate, it's great that we were able to resume activities. I seriously thought that if it was going to be like this forever, what job I should do (laughs)

(laughs) But to come across this kind of opportunity at the 10 year mark, for better or worse, must be meaningful to the band.

Tora: There is that. I think that having been in the band for 10 years, it was a period where we thought the most about whether to keep on going or to quit. So when we decided to keep on going, we were like "So, what should we do from here on?". The answer to that question was "Let's try and do the next 10 years with our own strength". I don't know if we can really do it or not, but I think that if we haf continued doing as we had done before, we would have fallen flat. If that's the case, then it would make you want to test yourself by cornering yourself and seeing just how far we you go.

Did you really feel that way strongly because the band had joined the management company soon after forming?

Tora: That's right. When we first started the band, we were doing things without knowing a thing...... Or rather, we were that kind of band when we joined the company, so at a glance, it looked like we were doing things ourselves, but there were actually quite a lot of things we did just going along with the flow that was already established for us. So after 10 years we thought "Let's try doing things ourselves from the very start", and as people who create things, doing things this way would actually mean that you can do all the things you want to do.

Have you actually come to be able to do things yourselves after going independent?

Tora: If you think to do something yourself, you can actually do anything, but what I've been into lately is video editing.

Were you always good at that sort of thing even when you were in the company?

Tora: No, not at all. I practiced during the last year. Actually, since we joined the company, we would have three tours a year and in between that would be recording, so there wasn't even time to rest, let alone practice...... So the feeling of wanting to do video editing or to take on something new was not there. By having that one year gap, there were more and more things that I wanted to do. That doesn't go for just me, but I feel that all the members can say the same.

Surely, and your stylist for today is Show.

Tora: Yeah, it was a little awkward though (laughs). It might not be my place to say, but compared to other stylists he really knows me well, so him knowing what my preferences are and size really helped. I've got a big body, so most of the time I can't fit half of the clothes brought for me to wear. Sometimes there's nothing that makes me go "I can probably pull this off". There's none of that here, so it's really easy to work with him.

What challenges have the other members been taking on lately?

Tora: If you want a laugh, our drummer (Nao) is doing the accounting (laughs)

Who would've thought Nao would be doing accounting! I'm sure the fans will be surprised too (laugh)

Tora: Haha, there was no other person we could leave the accounting to. I think that it's great we are able to split up our roles like this. Show does this related to fashion, I do things related to movie editing, Hiroto does goods-related things...... The roles are divided well. I think in that way, it means that none of us are similar in character.

Thinking about it that way, this hiatus must have been a chance for the members to take another look at their own personalities.

Tora: That's right. It made me realize once again that the 5 of live out our lives in different ways, and I think that it's a good thing as through music, we all come together well. We don't fight and we don't butt heads.

Was that the case ever since the band formed?

Tora: When we formed the band we were just together without knowing a thing, so the problem was not butting heads. But as we kept on doing this, we all slowly found our position in the band, and I think that by doing this for 10 years, we can clearly see our position and that's why we are doing our band activities like this now.

Also, as a new challenge after resuming activities, producing a single "Ginga no Oto" sold at live venues only through crowdfunding was also original.

Tora: This was done simply because had the feeling of wanting to try doing something completely new, and we wondered "What would it be like if we made a CD together with the fans?". And we were able to make a really good release, so I think doing things in this way was good in its own way.

Will you start playing the songs recorded on this single at the "11th Anniversary Live Re:birth-Hishou-" that will take place on August 23rd at Toyosu PIT?

Tora: Yes. I think that songs are things that really grow through live shows, and I think it would be great if we can make these songs grow even more together with the fans. Also, I would like to expand on things so that the fans who have been waiting for us can enjoy not only the 11th anniversary live but other lives after that. I want to keep on providing new things, not things that will make people think "Even though you resumed activities you're still doing this kind of thing?".

So I'd like to start talking about tattoos now...... Which was the first tattoo you got?

Tora: The first tattoo I got isn't in any of the photos this time (laughs), but it's one of death on my stomach. I got it when I was around 20, but ever since I was in 6th grade in elementary school I wanted a tattoo.

You were quite the edgy elementary school student (laughs)

Tora: That's right. To the point I would always wear tattoo stickers (laughs)

What got you interested in tattoos in the first place?

Tora: It's going to be a real typical teenage story but...... There was a movie about a rock band called "The Blues Brothers", and the main character had a tattoo of death on his back. And watching that, despite being a kid, I thought I had no choice but to get one too, and that's how it started (laughs). I forgot the name of the movie, but only the tattoo left a really strong impression on me.

By the way, when did you start getting interested in bands?

Tora: That was around the same time too. I started getting interested in the guitar when I was in 6th grade of elementary school, and MTV happened to be showing on TV at home. This sort of American music show called "Beavis & Butt-head" was showing. The main character of the show was the kind of guy who would diss everything apart from metal and be like "Let's stick with metal, metal is awesome". I was brainwashed by that, and I thought that music where people with tattoos really got into was cool, like PANTERA.

But it was actually a long time until you got your first tattoo.

Tora: I've got quite strict parents. So they was no way they would let me get one. But when I was around 20 years old, I went out one day, like "I'm going out for a bit", and got a tattoo right away.

You must have felt that if you were going to get a tattoo "I can't go back home now......"

Tora: Right. So that's why at first I was scared, so I thought to get a tattoo in a place where you can't see (laughs). I had heard that around the stomach was the most painful place to get one in, but if I got it on my back I wouldn't be able to see it, so I thought "that only leaves this spot", and had it done there.

You sure had your mind made up. What was it like actually getting one? Did you cry (laughs)?

Tora: Haha, I didn't cry (laughs). As for how much it hurt, I don't remember since this is the only thing I've had done there. But since the tattoo artist was a man, it felt weird having him over my stomach to do the tattoo. To be honest, I thought it would have been better if a girl did it (laughs)

And after you got your first tattoo......

Tora: Just after I got the death tattoo, we started Alice Nine, so I was busy and hadn't gotten any for a while. But since I really wanted to get tattoos, I thought that the period last year where we weren't active would be a good time, and had many done over the last year.

It's certainly true that you used to not have the image of having a lot of tattoos. When you get a tattoo, do you have a clear vision of what you want beforehand, like "I want a tattoo with this kind of image"?

Tora: I don't having any image in particular. I do think about it but...... It's just something as simple as getting a tattoo of Jack (Jack Skellington from "The Nightmare Before Christmas"). I feel that as long as you are having fun then it's fine, like a guitarist from somewhere has this kind of tattoo, so you get one too.

So that's your position on it.

Tora: Isn't there a movie and MTV show called "Jackass (An American TV show featuring skateboarders)"? I really like shows where those kinds of skaters appear on. Those skaters aren’t like "I've made up my mind to get a tattoo", but more like "I got one because it's cool", so I think doing it that way is okay. So I want to keep on getting tattoos if I think something is cool...... Oh, that was the case with the one on my left arm (above his elbow) too.

Meaning?

Tora: There is a tattoo artist call Mii (from Tattoo Studio SEEK) who is a friend of our hair and make-up artist, and the she was the one who did all of the tattoos around this area. It's not like I decided on what to get done, but I took a look at some of her drawings on the walls of the studio and asked "Can you please do this one?".

Is that so? I bet as a tattoo artist, she must have been glad you asked her to.

Tora: I think so. I wonder if it's okay to think of it as like buying a painting...... Although she's a tattoo artists, she also paints, or rather, since she probably has things she wants to paint, so that's how I want to view the tattoo artists. When you get a few tattoos, you'll start to get space in between them, so lately I said to her "You can fill in the gaps with whatever you like", and now I've got an eye (laughs)

What are your thoughts on the job she did?

Tora: With the tattoos below my elbow, I asked her "can you do it kind of like this", and let her do the part above my elbow, but I think the part I left up to her to do is better. Like she is a painter, after all (laughs). That's why it's better, to a certain degree, to leave it up to her. The same goes with songs. I mean, if you were told "make this kind of song" in a really detailed way, won't you be able to make that song? So you'd be like "Why don't you just make it yourself, if you're being so detailed". The same goes for tattoos too.

What other parts did you leave up to her to do apart from the eye?

Tora: The eye and...... she said something like "I drew some snow crystals". And crows.

Are these capillaries? (Looking at thin lines)

Tora: I wonder what it is. I wonder if they are branches? (Looking at his arm)

Do you have tattoos that not even you know what they are?

Tora: That's right (laughs). Although it seems like she tattoos me taking my image into consideration. Even so, it's kind of scary to have a girl tattooed on me, right? For me, when I see someone tattooed on the streets I think "Whoa, scary", but when I look down at my own arm, I'm like "Oh, me too", haha.

What are these words here? (Middle of his left arm)

Tora: It says "ALL IS VANITY". It means something like "since everything starts from something without form, in this world, is there really a need to worry that much?". I think that you can be saved if you think about things that way, and it's not my motto, but I still got it tattooed.

Also, another letter tattoo I'm curious about is the "TORA" one on your fingers. So you finally got your name tattooed?

Tora: That's right. I thought to get it tattooed since I used this name so much.

You've also got a tiger pattern on your right leg.

Tora: I got the one on my leg done before the fingers. Since for better or for worse, "tiger" has a clear image, so I thought to put that image out there.

Is a part of the reason you got it, for example, because of the band's 10 year anniversary?

Tora: I think that might be a small part of it. Of course, my real name is different, but I get called this name a lot more than my real name, as if it were normal. My real name is one that my parents gave me and it is important, but I also want to keep on cherishing the name that I gave myself.

This is what I wondered talking to you, but is the "guitarist Tora" someone that you yourself aspires to be, and is your ideal?

Tora: Yes, that's right. I really like people who are not normal, and I think that it would be great if that's what "Tora" was too, and I want to do things that normal people can't copy...... The same goes with the skateboarders I was talking about earlier, but I end up thinking that the people who pretty much only do stupid things are cool. Even with getting tattoos, at a glace the person looks scary and I think that it's still not preferable in Japan, but the guy at my core likes it. In the end, "Tora" has to be a guy that I like.

I see. In order to become even closer to your ideal person, have you decided on any other tattoos that you want to get?

Tora: When it was decided that we would resume activities this August, "Phoenix" was the first song that we released so I'm thinking about a phoenix.

As expected, A9 is an existence that you can't cut off even if you wanted to.

Tora: I've been in it for roughly a third of my life already. And if you think about the fact that we are still going, then I guess it would be okay to get it tattooed. But it's not like I perceive it as a big deal, it's more like "Hmm, guess I'll get it done".

What do the members think about you getting more tattoos?

Tora: Nothing in particular, but Show has gotten a tattoo lately, and he's like "How nice, how very nice". And "I'm gonna get more too". But the other members don't say that they want any. Nao already can't stand getting injections, so to him it's kind of unbelievable to have a needle stab you. That being said, it's not like he objects to it.

That's good to hear. Because there are many people in Japan who are still critical of tattoos.

Tora: Yeah. Before, Mii had said to me "When you get a tattoo, people won't approach you" and "people you hate won't approach you". I was like "I see", but it really is true. Or rather, the only people left around you are those who try to understand you. Well, in society you can't go to the pool, and you can't even go swim in the sea these days. We're only getting treated more harshly (laughs)

There are also a lot of hot springs that you can't go to......

Tora: Right, they are quite strict. Even when I only had the tattoo on my stomach, I went to a large bathhouse while on tour, and the second I took off my clothes they said to me "Please leave". I was like "Really?! I'm not wearing any clothes though?!" (laughs). But since the Olympics are coming up there will be a lot of foreigners with tattoos coming to Japan, and I heard that maybe they will loosen the restrictions a little. That's why in order to prepare for the Olympics, I'll be living like a foreign tourist (laughs)

(laughs). So, please give some advice to those who are thinking about getting a tattoo.

Tora: Advice, huh...... I think that it's better to decide on getting a tattoo not by whether it will have any meaningful for you or not, but whether you will like yourself with a tattoo or not. If not, I think you will end up getting it removed later. Try and imagine yourself with a tattoo, and think about whether that will the person you want to be in the future, and if so, I think you should get one. There's nothing wrong with tattoos (laughs).

#tora #A9 #tribal tattoo #alice nine #a9 translation

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blueraith · 7 years ago

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Oh, look at this...

A fourth of Chapter Eleven for Something Real.

Drops preview and scurries off.

Alex huffed at her laptop for what felt like the tenth time in under five minutes. She forgot how tedious and irritating apartment finding was. Listings that weren’t accurate or were already filled. Apartment complexes that actually did have openings but forgot to post them online. Ridiculous rent prices….

This was actually the most unenjoyable thing she’s done since becoming a mother. Alex would rather field a dozen of Elena’s tantrums than go through this process all over again. Nevermind the fact that Alex really needed to find something quickly, if only to give Elena a space of her own. Already her open plan, studio apartment looked like a hurricane hit it with toys, random groceries, clothing store bags, and supplies of various use just placed wherever they would fit.

No, this was unsustainable.

Also, the mess might be driving Alex a little insane.

Just a little.

Elena was on the couch, eating what looked like Goldfish crackers and getting crumbs all over said couch. Alex was really trying not to immediately clean every surface her daughter touched. Because, well, her daughter was three and cleanliness was probably a dream Alex needed to give up on for at least the next five years.

But it was hard.

Grimacing at the tiny, bright orange crumbs currently getting in between the couch cushions, Alex tried to get back into reading this apartment listing. The photos of the damned place were obviously taken with the least amount of clarity and perspective possible. Alex was already hating every moment of just searching for potential apartments to visit in person. Actually talking to the landlords directly was not something she was looking forward to.

“What’s got you crinkled, Danvers?” Maggie asked as she took the bar chair next to her.

Alex checked her email again. Five more landlords confirming that their listings were inaccurate and they had no vacancies.

She groaned and rested her head directly on the bar counter.

“Ah. Don’t envy you there, apartment hunting is the worst,” Maggie grimaced in sympathy.

“It’s like nothing within the entire city limits is clean, up for a decent price, or safe,” Alex grumbled. She sighed. “I expected this to be hard, but I didn’t think it’d be this hard. We can’t really stay in this tiny, studio apartment forever.”

Alex had to forcibly beat down the part of her that insisted Maggie was a part of that ‘we.’

For her part, Maggie seemed a bit lost in thought, and for once, Alex couldn’t get a good read on what she was thinking about. She definitely seemed sympathetic to Alex’s plight, and had her ‘detecting’ face on, but other than that, Alex wasn’t sure how Maggie could really help with this.

Short of going with Alex to tour potential apartments, but she feared that would send her ex the wrong message, and Alex was trying very hard to keep things as easy on them all as possible.

Even if she hated every minute of it.

“My apartment has two bedrooms. I mean, it was just kind of dropped into my lap when I moved out, and the rent is decent, so why not?” Maggie said with an awkward shrug.

Alex froze. Was she? No, she couldn’t be. Could she? Why would she? They’d talked about this, hadn’t they? They both agreed that it wasn’t a good idea, and—

Maggie’s eyes widened, as though she could spot the way Alex was internally panicking. Which, yes, she probably could.

“No, I mean, why don’t we switch apartments?” Maggie asked quickly.

Oh. Oh. Yes, that was a much better idea. Alex probably wouldn’t have been able to survive an offer to actually move in with Maggie right now. Sure, it was dream, and yes, she longed for it in a manner that was probably embarrassing at this point. But that still didn’t make it a good idea.

“Right,” Alex said with a too big smile. “Yeah, that’s what you meant. I totally saw where you were coming from there.”

God, why was she like this?

Maggie nodded with a slightly pained grin, but mercifully didn’t comment on Alex’s blatant lie. “It would be the easiest thing,” she continued. “No need to talk to a bunch of potentially shady landlords or driving all over the city to look at overpriced units. We can still pay the rent for our own apartments, if you’d like, but I’m down for whatever is easiest here. Moving shouldn’t be that bad. We have our own personal Kryptonian moving service, so I’d imagine that makes the whole process less painful.”

Alex grimaced. “You’d think. Until said moving service gets distracted by a police siren while you’re both trying to maneuver a heavy as hell couch through the front door and dumps its entire weight on you.”

“You talking from first hand experience, Danvers?” Maggie asked with a dimpled grin as she tilted her head in that exact manner that always got Alex weak in the knees.

Thank god she was already sitting down.

“Whatever, I’m over it. I mean, it’s not like I told her to give me a minute to put the damn thing down before she flew off or anything,” Alex said bitterly.

“You totally tattled on her to Eliza, didn’t you?”

“What? Pfft. No.”

Alex could feel her eyes darting away to the ceiling as her face heated up. She wasn’t sure why she was feeling so embarrassed. It wasn’t as though Maggie didn’t know how ridiculous the Danvers sisters could get. She was personally there to witness many of their shenanigans.

But… there was some part of her that seemed to think this was just like how they used to act before they started dating. All awkward conversation, playful banter, and Maggie looking right through Alex as though her very thoughts were printed right on her forehead.

It was not helping Alex’s resolve to keep herself from doing something stupid.

Before Alex could properly recover from what just happened, they were interrupted by Elena’s sudden appearance next to Maggie’s leg. She was pulling at Maggie’s jeans.

Maggie looked down, and if Alex didn’t know any better, she’d think that Maggie was currently struggling not to completely melt at their kid’s very serious, but cracker covered, face as she started up at her.

“What’s up, kid?”

Elena snuck a glance at Alex and tugged at Maggie again. With a snort, Maggie got up from the stool and knelt down at face level with Elena. Elena had absolutely no subtlety, and she pretty much crowded Maggie’s right ear.

“I thirsy,” she whispered. Loudly. “Box juice?”

Alex groaned and rubbed at the bridge of her nose. Maggie laughed heartily, though, and Alex was torn between exasperation with Elena’s attempts to get past her punishment, and her enjoyment of Elena’s apparent ability to make Maggie laugh in that way that came from the bottom her her belly and brought her oft-unseen third dimple to her cheeks. Alex hasn’t seen it for… quite some time. Especially with all the angst they’d both been dealing with since meeting each other again.

“Aren’t you supposed to wait for dinner?” Maggie asked, trying to get her chuckling back under control. The serious stare Elena was doling out at her was apparently sabotaging all of Maggie’s efforts.

“No,” again Elena tried to shoot Alex a glance, as though she was trying to be sneaky, and leaned back into Maggie. “She say I can haf somes.”

The absolute gall on this kid to try and lie to Maggie with Alex right next to her. Alex didn’t know if Elena was doing it on purpose, or if she was just clueless. She really wouldn’t be surprised by either outcome.

“Did she?” Maggie asked with a smirk. “Well, if she did, why don’t you just ask her to get you some?”

Elena’s eyes widened, and she again looked to Alex. She narrowed her eyes at her daughter, and tried to keep her own laughter from bubbling up at the way her kid seemed to almost hide behind Maggie.

“No. Not thirsy no more.”

“Uh-huh,” Maggie said and stood up. “How about some water? Before you dig yourself any deeper, kid.”

#Something Real #preview #Sanvers #What I have so far #Been more productive than I thought I've been #Look at these nerds and their nerd baby

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necromatador · 7 years ago

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D&D ask meme; 1, 10, 21, 31, 35?

1. A favorite character you have played.

Let’s start with my first baby ever: Aeron the revenant kenku warlock (with just a pinch of rogue). He was my first ever D&D character that I got to play, and it was so much fun. It was a short campaign, levels 1-5, but he was so much fun to play. As a 4e revenant, he stayed conscious even when below 0 HP, until he failed his first death save. Except I never once failed a death save even though poor fragile Aeron was downed many times. Oh, he also got decapitated once. But he got better.

10. Your favorite enemy and the enemy you hate the most.

Favorite enemy is either Silik the Beryl, a blue dragon asshole we fought and eventually killed in The Passing, or…dangit I lost my train of thought and forgot who the other was… I’ll add whoever it was in later.

The enemy I hate the most is either Silik the Beryl (YOU DRAGON ASSHOLE) or the Kingku (kenku king) that I fought as Aeron because he was just a jerk and he’s the one that beheaded Aeron, and also he was gonna nuke the outside world. OR the kinda nameless jerk that killed a fellow partymember in The Passing. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

21. Have you ever regretted something your character has done?

Absolutely. I regret going in so ready for battle this one time with Kesk because that’s the fight that got our partymember killed. And Kesk had, up until that point, been the voice of reason.

31. What is your favorite class? Favorite race?

I don’t think I have a specific favorite class, but I enjoy: cleric (4e mostly), bard, monk, and warlock. As for race, it’s a tie between tiefling, kenku, and minotaur (with a special shoutout to half-elves and haf-orcs.)

35. How much roleplay do you like to do?

I’m getting more comfortable with more roleplay in games. I love to do it, I’m just bad at improv most of the time.

#D&D ask meme #ask meme #nm answers #ostrichmonkey

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mdashfakfaysal-blog · 5 years ago

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Significance and Importance of Al Quran!

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Introduction

What if there existed no Quran?What if people would never read the Quran anymore? What if all of the copies of the Quran were wiped off?

You will get to know what happens, but first things first, subscribe to my mailing list now!

Significance and Importance of Al- Quran: Why is it so much important?

1. From Quran itself: Allah SWT is the sole commander of the whole Universe (Got any doubt on that? Put that right on the comments box, I assure you of making you satisfied). As the Supreme, He knows what is important for us and what isn’t. From that perspective, we can say that the things Allah described as important for us are important. HE says the followings on Quran >>>

2. From the Hadith: Hazrat Muhammad (Sm.) is the best ever human being to ever live on the face of the earth (Again, any doubts? Check out why Michael H.Harts put Muhammad on top of his “The 100”). As an ardent follower of him, I can say right away that he doesn’t tell you spammy things. In fact, consider this Hadith: “Whenever the Prophet (PBUH) was given the choice of two things, he would choose the easier one out of love for the Ummah!”. Such a person would never tell you to recite the Quran on a daily basis, even with stammering, without a valid reason. Here are some Hadiths to back me up >>>

The Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) said, “You will not come back to Allah with anything better than that which came from Him, i.e. the Qur’an.” Source: Mastadrik al-Hakim no. 2077 — [Sahih]

The Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) said Allah [SWT] said, “I have sent you [O Prophet] in order to put you to test and put those to test through you. And I sent the Book to you which cannot be washed away by water, so that you may recite it while in the state of wakefulness and sleep. Source: Hadith Qudsi, Muslim no. 2865a — [Sahih]

Now that we have completed our basic proof from the perspective of Islamic Shariah why the Quran is important, let us dive into a more a sophisticated version of it, as Allah ordered us to think and derive the lesson (knowledge) (Where did He say that?! Oh, I forgot, you need clarity always, then just give a click here! No spam, just a clarification).

Reasons (with proof) why we need the Quran for our existence!

1. Quran delays Qiyamat: Today, the most read book in the whole world is the Quran. Now that doesn’t make it the most important one, or does that? We know that one of the signs of Qiyamat is that there will be none left to recite the holy Quran anymore as told in the Hadith as “Something will come and take the Qur’an one night and not one aayah will be left, either in the Mus-haf or in the heart of any person, but it will be taken away” . But there’s more to it. I told earlier in this post that what if the Quran was to be made clean? That is, if the Quran’s letters are gone, what will happen? Nothing much other than Qiyamat. May Allah protect us from such an occurrence to be seen. So, the most important reason why the Quran is significant and important is that it is immensely important for our existence, for the safeguarding of the Earth.

2. Quran proves Islam: Basically, the Quran is the only source of Islam that is out of any sort of corruption. As a result, people can believe in whatever has been written there with sole belief. They need not fear any negative outcome. Now when you face any difficulty in proving Islam or existence of Allah, any knowledgeable Muslim can surely cite the Scientific, Historical, Medical, Astronomical, Navigational, etc. miracles of the Quran and thus put this bottom line — Who could have guessed this 1400 years ago, other than the Lord Himself? Seriously, if you bring the Biblical concept or Greek concept that Muhammad (Sm.) might have copied from them, you are just being nonsensical. Taking 1 right thing out of 1000 guesses isn’t also a human task, and that too, for 6236 times (You know that the Quran has 6236 ayats).

3. Quran is a tool to fight: Allah says in the Holy Quran,

“So do not obey the disbelievers, and strive against them with the Qur’an a great striving.”

It is not that the Quran only is a book of prediction about the future which came true, rather, there are many things in the Quran that haven’t been yet invented, or we may say, discovered. I am not talking about Heaven/Hell, Jinns or Angels. We can dedicate ourselves in learning the Quranic approach to matters like Soul, Astronomy or Oceanic Creatures which are yet out of the grasp of modern science. We can strike the Kuffars with this tool to fight against them, remember, I am not talking about discouraging the armed Jihad, in fact, I have detailed discussion about them here, here and here. What I am saying is that we can change our thinking too and engage in fighting against the Kuffars with the help of the Quran as it is the best thing we have.

4. Quran secures the Hereafter: There are various verses in the Quran and various Hadiths talking about the virtues of reciting the Quran. But I will only present one Hadith, which is >>>

“Read the Qur’an, for it will come on the Day of Resurrection interceding for its companions.”

The best thing about the Quran is that it can never be proven wrong. Many tried to do it, and failed. Dr. Maurice Bukaille isn’t the only example, though he is one of the favorites. Quran is such a gift for the Humanity from Allah Himself that we can’t even imagine. If you want to succeed both here and the hereafter, READ! Read the Quran more than anyone else, Love the Quran more than anyone else, Respect the Quran more than anyone else.

Mohammad Ashfak Faysal

Originally published at https://proceedingtowardstruth.blogspot.com on April 11, 2020.

#islam #muslim #allah #quran #importance #significance

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nmshostclub · 8 years ago

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Easter/Spring-ish Headcanon 1/5

It’s the Spring Fling Festival! A festival hosted in lkemen Academy! Being an easter theme, kids all around town are welcomed to come over to enjoy the games and events the school’s hosting. From their own egg hunt and café (plus a huge snack table filled with sweets ). Come to Ikemen Academy to enjoy the beauty of spring and boys!

Izumi (Nerd Senpai): The quiet one in the family, always sits in one corner of a room and reads the whole time. The only time he isn’t doing any reading is when they are eating. But, then again, he is still a bit shy even when's he's with people that has known him for his whole life. (Like aunts and uncles he hasn’t seen in years. “I remember the old days when you were in diapers!” “Who the fuck are you???”) Uncles would be the ones pushing him to talk more while his aunts are at his throat, asking about his love life or about him getting a girlfriend (especially since he's at that age). They would say that if he keeps his nose buried in his many pile of books, he would never get a girlfriend. BUT, WHAT THEY DON’T KNOW is that the local Kouhai bookstore is far more interesting than the girls his family would always force him to interact or flirt with.

Yuu (Young Senpai): The one that insisted that the school should have some form of egg hunt in the Spring Fling Festival for the students. After a few talks, the student council agreed. It was a riddle egg hunt (Headmaster’s idea). The eggs would have a piece of paper inside to help you find more eggs in a form of a simple riddle and in this egg hunt, they have allowed students to have a partner to help each other in finding the eggs and solving the riddles in each one. Of course, Yuu asked you to do it with him. The both of you had colorful baskets in hand and matching bunny ears while hunting for the eggs. Yuu was also passing out candy with Akira at the festival when the idea popped into his head. He also had a stomach ache with all the candy he ate when Easter was over.

Ren (Lazy Senpai): He didn’t think much of it, didn’t even know it was Easter; he forgot it was mid-April which signaled the start of the famous holiday even though decorations for it are everywhere and I MEAN EVERYWHERE. However, he did help you when you asked him to fill some plastic eggs with candy and real hollow ones with confetti for the Spring Fling Festival. As he was filling the eggs, he ate the chocolate bunny you were supposed to serve for the said event. You yelled at him, telling him it was for the kids in the festival. You couldn't really keep up your angry façade, though, since you noticed his chocolate-covered face (which was pretty hilarious, in all honesty, and it made him look like a real child).

Touya (Art Club Senpai): Touya had asked you, his muse, to help with a project he had been planning for a while. You helped him fill buckets of hollow eggs with paint but you didn’t have an idea what he was going to do with them. He asked Hajime to come and help carry a few buckets he had to his booth for the festival. You kept asking what was the project, but he wanted it to be a surprise. Later you finally found out it was going to be an art contest. People would have to throw the eggs at the blank canvase provided and try to make a picture. After the festival, you helped with clean up and managed to have another paint fight. The both of you only stopped when you noticed you made a bigger mess than what you haf to clean up before.

Hajime (School Festival Senpai): Painting eggs is the best thing you could do during easter week. Hajime would tell you stories when he was younger as you painted: how he used to paint with Soujiro, with how Soujiro would have the most detailed eggs as he would have the most color... Hajime also had the greatest record of accidentally breaking the most eggs. And to this day he keeps beating his record, making you go on multiple trips to the store and back just to get one basket of eggs done. But on the bright side, you would pick up some chocolate as you went. So many candy bars…… After all the egg painting, Hajime would help in multiple booths and give anyone a hand if they needed it.

Reiji (Science Lab Senpai): Reiji would go over all his ideas for coloring eggs, hoping that they would be creative and educational enough to teach some kids in the Spring Fling Festival about science and yet still have that innocent fun of turning a white egg to a bright colorful one. Of course, you would have to agree to them being one of the festival’s directors. The last thing you want is a kid’s eyebrows getting blown off. Reiji still wants to forget about the failed experiment and the pain of having drawn on eyebrows.

#izumi #nerd senpai #yuu #young senpai #ren #lazy senpai #touya #art senpai #hajime #school festival senpai #reiji #science lab senpai #headcanons #writings #easter #by bobby

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harharhxrleya · 7 years ago

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1. PICK ONE OF YOUR MUSES.

2. FILL IN THE QUESTIONS/STATEMENTS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

3. TAG TEN PEOPLE TO FILL IT OUT

Tagged by: @thedoctornumber11

Tagging: No one bc I’m fairly certain people r gettin fed up but if u see it ‘n’ u wanna do it be my guest

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

“Harley Quinn nice t’ meetcha!”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?

“Harleen.”

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?

“Guess my ma liked it...”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?

"Taken.”

5. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?

"I can tie a cherry stem with my tongue - that count?”

6. STOP BEING A MARY SUE.

"Excuse you? I toldja m’ names Harley... And that ain’t a question.”

7. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR?

“Ain’t cha got eye’ve ya own? They’re blue.”

8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR?

"Blonde. ‘Ss completely natural before ya ask that as well. ”

9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?

"Yeah, but... They ain’t important or nothin’. Ain’t like I see ‘em much.”

10. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS?

"I got two puppies - Bud ‘n’ Lou.”

11. THAT’S COOL I GUESS, NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.

”Well, I’m not gonna lie, sugah, I ain’t exactly takin’ a shine to you.”

12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING?

“Well, I like shoppin’, runnin’ from the Bat is always good cardio... An’ of course, what day would be complete without blowin’ somethin’ up?”

13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?

”Yeah.”

14. EVER….KILLED ANYONE BEFORE?

“... Well. Not, like, deliberately or nothin’.”

15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?

"A wid one, rawr!!*

16. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS.

"Gum chewer. Short temper. Volatile emotions. Cenus taker murderer...”

17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?

"I am five foot five. I look up to nearly everyone.”

18. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?

"Straight... Y’ know. With the odd curve thrown in for fun.”

19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?

"Not anymore.”

20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY?

"Been married before. That did NOT go well. But... I guess maybe... The right guy, could, convince me..?”

21. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS?

"Of course I do sugah! I’m what the kids these days call ‘enigmatic’.”

22. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?

"Bein’ shoved outta window. Goin’ back t’ Arkham. Penguin with no pants on.”

23. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?

"Why, this picturesque ensemble right here. Red ‘n’ black body suit, with my little hat.”

24. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?

"Mistah Jay~~!””

25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF?

"Hmm... Few months back? Got put in a straight jacket when I got t’ Akrham ‘n’ they ‘forgot’ t’ let me outta it for a good few days.”

26. WELL, IT’S NOT OVER YET!

"Uh, yes it is?”

27. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH CLASS, MIDDLE CLASS, LOW CLASS)

"I’m first class baby.”

28. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?

"Enough.”

29. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?

"Cake’s better.”

30. FAVORITE DRINK?

"Why? You gonna buy me one? ”

31. WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE PLACE?

”Gotham!”

32. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE~

“Listen, buster - this is the third time you’ve been askin’ about my romantic life. I got a boyfriend, an’ he will cut ya tongue out if ya don’t stop tryin’ t’ make a move on me.”

33. WHAT’S YOUR BRA CUP SIZE AND/OR HOW BIG IS YOUR WILLY?

"Ya know, let’s not wait fer Mistah Jay, I’ll just do it...”

34. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?

"Neither. But if I haf’ ta? Lake I guess.”

35. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?

"People who don’t ask questions.”

36. ANY FETISHES?

”Nah. Ain’t nothing I can’t ‘go without’ in the bedroom to get myself sorted.”

37. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?

“Are ya-? Havin’ a stroke..? I ain’t got a bunk bed. An’ - Ya gettin’ personal again, I’m warnin’ ya.”

38. CAMPING OR INDOORS?

"Indoors is better, less bugs. But campin’ can’ be okay in short bursts.”

39. ARE YOU WANTING THE QUIZ TO END?

"Yeah. I think ya asked a few too many questions of a personal nature... An’ I still ain’t sure why.”

#hc

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I was actually born in Italy. My parents immigrated here in ’89 on a boat with 485 other people including me, but would die on the journey here. They were “buried at sea” and by that I mean they were thrown overboard. I was only 6 when I arrived and was put in an orphanage, but I hated it there. The woman who owned it was abusive, and she never let us eat before the windows were open, our beds were made, the floors were shiny and at least one girl was crying. By the time I was 8 years old I had escaped. Thinking back on it, I probably should have stayed, a lifetime of forced labor would have been better than sleeping on the cold, Brooklyn streets.

I was awoken by my “neighbor”, the sun barely peeking out over the buildings.

“Mattie, get up. We gotsta go to the Printin’ House, Mattie.” Petey spoke, drawing me out of my tired state.

“Yessir.” I said, standing up and rubbing my eyes, “Let’s go.” We walked down the street and turned a corner. Our spot was on the east end of Brooklyn, despite our Printing House being on the West. It was worth the walk. If we were too close to the House, people would just go to the house if we called for too much. But on the other side of town we could get an extra penny since they’d have to take a trolley ‘cross town for a paper, and no one was willing to do so.

“Headline should be hot today.” I turned to see Scotty Lavelle, “Hops said somethin’ about a tornado in New Richmond.”

“Lord knows we’se needs a good headline.” I said in agreement, walking along with the boys.

“And we’se is gonna get one, Mattie, I can feel it.” Petey smiled, the gap in his teeth shining prominently. Petey didn’t know his last name. He was dropped off at the doorstep with a tag that just said Petey. The state gave him a name, Conrad, but he never stuck with it. He escaped the same orphanage just a few months before me. So we had a lot in common. By the time we three get to the printing house we’re exhausted.

“I’ll take a hun’ed, Mole.” I greeted him, slapping my 60¢ down on the counter. I was growing bitter about the price jack now. All the other papers had lowered their prices but the real money was still in The World. And I just didn’t any other option but to keep paying for papers and keep selling ‘em for a penny or two.

“Little gurl, for the last time it’s Moe.” He barked, setting my papers down and taking my hard earned coins.

“For the last time, Mole, the name’s Mattie.” I hopped down the stairs and waited for the boys to get their papers. I counted all 100 papes to make sure I had them all.

“I thought I smelled a rat.” I heard. I turned, knowing I was about to see none other than Spot Conlon.

I smiled, “Well if it ain’t the Grand Maste’ Workboy himself!”

“Yeah, well. Listen.. I know you’re just as angry about the jack as I am. Some bois in Manhattan was talking about… Going on strike.” He said in a hushed tone, something I wasn’t used to from Spot.

“A strike?” I questioned, rather loudly. He hushed me.

“Yeah. Let the fat cats at the top know we mean business. Papes aren’t sellin’ too well anymore, so why should we haf ta pay more if we ain’t sellin more?” I paused. It made sense and Spot actually seemed serious.

“Mattie, let’s cheese it.” Petey called.

“A’ight, Petey, one minute.” I said, “Let me talk to the boys. You make a good case, Spot Conlon.” He smiled.

“A’ight, Mattie. If you guys want to stand with the Newsies come find me at the docks. I’ll make sure the boys don’t mistake you for a scab, but I can’t say the same for your boys.” I caught up with Petey and Scotty.

“What’d that guy want, Matt?” Scotty asked me. Scotty “owned” the spot on the east side before I was even in New York. So when I trespassed on his block, confused and lost with no coin to start selling papes or coin to even buy food, I thought for sure he would beat me up and I’d be kicked out of that block like the others guys had threatened. But Scotty bought me my first 100 papes and even showed me the ropes when I was only 6. If it wasn’t for Scotty I don’t know where I’d be. So he was as close to family as I had, and he sure acted like an older brother, trying to protect me at every turn.

“Spot was talkin’ union talk. Talkin about… goin’ on strike.” I said, only sort of believing the words coming out of my mouth.

“He wants you to strike with him?” Petey questioned, if not a little bewildered.

“I want to strike with him.” I confirmed. “You boys should too. Wouldn’t want anyone to think you were a scab.”

Petey rolled his eyes, “What are they gonna strike about anyway? They ain’t gonna win.”

“But we’se gotta try. Gotta let them know that we mean business, Petey.” I bantered, trying to convince them to listen to me.

“I don’t want you strikin, Mattie. You’re a 16 year old girl. You’re not gonna make it out there.” Scotty said, his voice almost monotone. I rolled my eyes and kept walking.

“Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Voting Machines approved by congress!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, trying to draw people to our corner. The boys hawked other headlines, like the Journal’s about Pearl Hart and the New Richmond Tornado. At first, no one came to buy papers from us.

“Extra! Extra! Sentient voting machines compromise poll results!” I yelled, waving my paper in the air. After a few minutes I was finally approached.

“Really? Sentient voting machines? How much a pape, kid?” A man in a fedora asked me.

“2¢ a pape, sir.” I answered.

“2¢ huh?” He hesitated and looked around, “A’ight, kid. Here ya go.” I took his pennies with a smile on my face before he walked away. It was very late and we still hadn’t sold any papers. We used to sleep in shifts so if anyone else did come by there’d be someone there with a paper to sell. We quickly discovered that the shady people walking Brooklyn streets at 3 am didn’t want to buy a paper.

“Alright what’s our profits, kids?” Scotty asked.

“It looks like I made 45¢ today.” Petey answered, “15 in profit.”

“I think I made about 32¢ profit.” I told Scotty. He nodded. “So we made… 77¢. How about we get some grub in the morning, huh?” He smiled bright. His smile always gave me hope. We still slept in shifts, but now it was for protection. When a rat came through the streets we no longer offered them a newspaper.

“A hun’ed papes for the little gurl.” Mole announced. “Yella’ Simon” dropped my papes on the counter.

“At least I’m not a Lowell girl.” I shrugged before turning to Simon, “Or a rat.” I sneered. Everyone else got a hun’ed since the headline was good.

“Wait a sec. Hey, Mole. Your boy only gave me 99 papers.” I said pushing other boys out of the way to talk to him.

“Get in line, little gurl.” He said dismissively.

“No, you forgot my pape I just need another.” I explained, clearly getting more annoyed with every second.

“You know how many kids I get tellin me I forgot a pape they just went and sold? No, ma’am. Take your papes and go.” I glared at him as I walked away. He was such a con. “Mole stole another pape.” I told Petey.

“He sure is a weasel.” He said, equally as annoyed with him. “Let’s get some peanuts from Albert’s.” Petey offered.

“Yeah, a’ight and some honey and crackers too!” I requested. As we walked to the store I spotted Spot hawking other papers on the corner.

“Great Wall to be demolished!” He called to everyone who passed. “Guangxii to destroy the wall! Oh hey, Motormouth.” He joked as I approached.

“Listen, ya noodle, I think you ought to stay away from my girl here.” Scotty spoke, coming in between us.

“Listen, Stretch. I’m not tryin to take her from ya. I just don’t want her pretty mug getting mistaken for a scab.” He said easily, leaning up against the storefront.

“Alright, wiseguy-” Scotty started but I cut him off.

“Look, Scotty. I’m gonna strike. I knew that before we got our papes this mornin’. I knew it before we went to bed las’ night. I’m gonna strike.” I told them both before turning to Spot. “Oh, and don’t talk about my mug like that, Conlon.” I turned and walked into Albert’s with Petey. Scotty and Spot both just kind of stood there, sizing each other up while I got Petey and I our peanuts and crackers.

“Come on, Scotty, we need the money.” I called to him. He huffed and walked over to us.

“You’re not gonna strike, Mattie.” He said, as if it was final. I argued that and he finally stormed off. He got angry like that a lot so we decided just to continue hawking papers. Spot hung out with us and told us all about what was going on in Manhattan.

“If you’re on strike, why you still sellin’ papes, Spot?” Petey asked. Spot smiled.

“I’m glad ya asked, kid. I’m sellin the Sun. They’re covering the strike, and they lowered their prices back to 50¢ a month ago. We’re only boycottin’ the World and the Journal.” He told us. That made sense.

“Hey, Spot.” Someone called. I had never seen the boy before. He had blonde hair and I couldn’t see him well but one eye looked like something was wrong. It was an icy blue color when his other eye was a dark brown.

“Blink!” Spot greeted, spitting in his hand and slapping it against Blink’s also spitty hand. “This is Motormouth Mattie-” I punched his shoulder and shut him up.

“The names Mattie Abategiovanni. At least that’s what I was told.” I said, purposefully shaking his other hand.

“Kid Blink.” The boy said, “They call me that because this eye don’t work no more.” He explained, pointing at his blue eye.

“What coulda done that?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t treading on sensitive ground.

“More like who.” Spot commented, knowing that it had happened in the boarding house he lived in.

“You strikin, Mattie?” Kid asked, avoiding the question and sitting on the curb of the sidewalk. I sat down next to him in my dirt covered workin’ dress - not like I had any other dresses.

“I am.” I told him. “But what’s the plan, Blink? We can’t jus’ walk in an’ expect ‘em to listen to us.”

“So we make ‘em listen!” Blink exclaimed, standing up. “It’s time we’se take a stand against those la-di-dah panty-waists, Mattie. It’s time we’se newsies stand togetha’.” I started to notice people surrounding us. It was a fairly busy spot, especially for Newsies. He looked around as he noticed them too.

“They’se aint gonna listen if we don’t make em listen!” I heard Scully yell from the back of the crowd.

“Well how’ we gonna make ‘em listen, Blink?” I stood, stepping to him. The crowd cheered me on as I stepped to him.

“I’m glad you asked, Miss. New Yorka’s get their news from the newsies! No newsies no news! No news no sales!” He hopped up on the podium, “We don’t have to sell their papers!” All the kids cheered. Some adults listened, but they all seemed disdainful. This upset me.

“Strike!” A person in the crowd yelled, making everyone else cheer.

“How’s we gonna stop the scabbers?” I asked, stepping to him again.

“Who’s stoppin ‘em from sellin our papers?” A boy yelled.

“We is! We beat em up! If they ain’t with us, they ain’t a Newsie!” He hollared to us all.

“Yeah! We’ll teach them scabs the real meaning of being a Newsboy of New Yo’k!” Petey yelled, surprising me. Wasn’t he on Scotty’s side last night?

“But we ain’t got a union. The copper’s’ll send us to the boardin houses!” A young boy yelled.

“We is a union!” I heard a voice yell, “They can’t take us all!”

“If we newsies stick together there’s nothing we can’t do!” Blink yelled from his small podium. “Come on!”

I could feel the excitement buzzing in the air. You get enough kids together and suddenly they can do anything. Blink took off running and jumping. I couldn’t but take off after him. I didn’t know where we were going but I wanted to be a part of it.

“Nobody messes with the Newsies!” A boy yelled, grabbing papers from an older Newsie and tearing up his papers. The older one started to chase after him in anger.

“Pulitzer don’t own us!” A girl yelled, picking up a copy of The World and ripping it to shreds. I usually was a well-behaved kid, but to be honest, I had had enough of living on the street and earning 30¢ on a good day. I picked up some of the old tomatoes that were sitting out in barrels and set my sights on the Printing House.

“Come on, Mattie!” Spot yelled, grabbing his own. We ran towards the house together and I spotted Mole.

“Hey rat!” I yelled, getting a bewildered Simon’s attention. “Tell Mole he owes me a pape!”

With that, the onslaught of tomatoes on the structure began. Imagine 60 angry, hard-as-nails New york orphans screaming, throwing rotten tomatoes at you, and ripping up the papers you haven’t sold yet. If only we could have thrown ‘em at the real fatcats Seitz, Carvello and Hearst. We only got angrier as it went on, and then we heard the circulation bell. The gates opened and in came all the newspapers that would have been sold to us on a horse and buggy. I jumped up on the back and started throwing papers out above my head to all the boys surrounding it.

“Don’t you eva’ mess with the Newsies again!” I yelled. I picked up papers and ripped them apart. That’s when the boys came in looking to buy papes.

“Hey! Hasn’t you heard about the strike?” I looked up and saw H.H. Kuehn pointing at the ones who still were buying papes.

“Don’t ya see we’se strikin’ here?” Blink yelled. When they ignored him, I watched as he ran to him and smashed his first in a boy’s face. I gasped, and it went quiet before everyone started to cheer.

“Soak the scabs!” Petey yelled, running out into the crowd. Suddenly I was scared for him.

“Petey wait!” I ran after him. In all the commotion of fighting and trying to find him I noticed something else.

“Scotty?” I exclaimed. I ran over to my brother who was laying on the sidewalk with ripped papes and a bloody nose. “Scotty.” I whispered, kneeling down next to him.

“Hey Mattie. Guess I got mistaken for a scab.” He said, his fat lip making that difficult.

“You are a scab.” I joked, taking out a handkerchief and dabbing the blood away. He looked up at me and smiled, shaking his head. “You… You mean.” I stuttered. He pushed himself up onto his knees, letting out a groan before standing himself up. He picked up the papers he had left and before my eyes, held them above his head and ripped them apart. Everyone else started to cheer. I hugged him tight before I heard Scully start yelling again.

“Cheese it!” He hollered, “The cops a’ here! Cheese it, bois!” Scotty and I got away with saying we were victims, “scabs.” They felt bad for us and let us go, but now we had to find Petey.

It wasn’t until the 27th when things got bad. Spot told me about a parade they were throwing, to show the world that we could stop traffic, the presses, and even time. Petey and I were excited, but Scotty still acted like he was hesitant.

“What if we’se gets arrested, Mattie? Huh? What then?” Scotty pestered as we walked to Park Row together.

“We’se not gonna get arrested, Scotty.” I sneered. Petey ran in front of us. One thing I noticed since this whole strike started was how united the newsies were now. The strikes in the past didn’t work because they weren’t working together. Now we all know that the only way we can win is to fight for ourselves, our borough and each other. If one of us falls, the others pick him up rather than turning tail. The newsies themselves were getting closer. People still fought over corners to hawk on but sometimes you’d see a group of boys splitting their coin like we do. You didn’t see that a lot before the strike.

“Mattie!” Spot called, patting the bench next to him. We sat down together and waited for the rest of the guys.

It was a few hours later when the parade started. Scully, and Spot were leading so I was right up front with him by his request.

“Where’s Blink and Davey?” I asked over the music some of the boys were making with old instruments and sticks.

“Couldn’t find ‘em. Gotta carry on though.” Spot explained. He wrapped one of his arms with mine and waved to people walking the sidewalk. We walked the New York blocks all the way to the Printin’ House before we ran into a copper wagon. I jumped up on the steps and looked back at all the kids walking behind us. There were so many newsboys and girls.

“Someday folks is gonna look back on us! Someday edumecated kids like us is gonna write papers about us! Stories! The headlines we’se is hawking has our faces on ‘em now! Mattie Abategiovanni will be a name that will never be forgotten! Spot Conlon, Kid Blink, Jacky Sullivan. You will never be forgotten! Dis is de time when we’se got to stick togethe’ like glue! This is our time boys! Let’s make the news!” I yelled into the crowd, finally feeling like we had a say. I finally felt like all of this had been worth it. I saw cameras flashing, I saw reporters writing in their notebooks, I saw thousands of kids inspired by the things Blink said in the park. I saw hundreds of adults taking us seriously and boycotting the World and Journal. I saw adults turning down our old jobs in fear of us. That was the moment I finally knew we were winning.

“Brooklyn!” Spot hollered at the top of his hawking voice. Everyone started to cheer and yell and I knew they knew it too. All of us, Manhattan, Brooklyn and Bronx Newsies ran through the streets of New York with our fists in the air. We screamed, cheered, marched together. Suddenly it all came to an abrupt end and I was frozen. I was frozen with anger and betrayal. That was when I saw Jack Sullivan and Kid Blink. They were in scab suits, standing next to Pulitzer and Mole.

“Y-you… You scab!” I screamed. I ran to the front of the crowd and pointed at our past leaders. “You backstabber!” I tried to shove myself past the police officers but it was no use. They shoved me back into the crowd. I was just so mad.

“Sully you’re the worst!” I heard Spot yell, pushing his way past the officer.

“Get ‘im Spot!” I called to him. I tried to push past the police again, only to be grabbed by my wrists. Before I knew it they were pushing me to the ground and wrapping my wrists up behind my back. “No I didn’t do nothin’!” I told them. Before I knew it I was in the back of the horse-drawn wagon with a few others kids.

“To the refuge with you, little gurl.” He said. It wasn’t until a week later when I heard the good news. The papers didn’t drop their prices, but they agreed to buy them back from us. I was out of the refuge again and back on the streets. It felt good to know I was a part of something. Kid Blink doesn’t show his face around this side of town anymore. Scotty and Spot don’t hate each other anymore. There’s just something different in the air. A buzz of change. They were paying attention to us now. We made a change. We stopped traffic, we stopped the news. We stopped the presses.

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