#there's sincerity and simplicity and wit

[clarythericebot]

it does make me happy to read Percy Jackson again

[nickeverdeen]

Hi!! Can I request Arcane characters with a fem s/o who is basically a bimbo and is genuinely very dumb and always wears pink and skirts with her pink heels??

Tysm! <333 💗

Arcane characters having a girly bimbo girlfriend

Jinx

Jinx is attracted to your carefree and bubbly personality, finding it refreshing compared to her own intense and chaotic nature

Jinx admires your style, finding it amusingly contrasting to her own edgy and punk aesthetic

She secretly enjoys the bright colors and girly outfits you wear, finding them endearing

Despite your naivety and lack of street smarts, Jinx feels a strong urge to protect you from any potential harm

She becomes fiercely defensive whenever someone underestimates or mocks your intelligence

Jinx indulges in playful and mischievous antics with you, enjoying your carefree moments together

She appreciates the simplicity and laughter you bring into her life

Jinx takes on the role of a patient teacher, explaining concepts and ideas to you in simple terms

She finds joy in witnessing your genuine curiosity, even if it means starting with the basics

Despite your perceived lack of intelligence, Jinx is surprised by the occasional insightful comment or observation that you make

She learns to appreciate your unique perspective on things

You and Jinx make for an entertaining duo, often unintentionally getting into amusing situations due to your ditzy nature

Jinx finds herself laughing more often and embracing the lightheartedness of your relationship

Despite your differences, Jinx wholeheartedly accepts you for who you are and loves you deeply

She values the genuine affection and happiness you share, cherishing every moment you spend together

Over time, Jinx discovers hidden depths within you, realizing that beneath the surface-level bimbo persona lies a funny-chaotic and compassionate individual

She grows to admire your authenticity and sincerity

Jinx finds solace in the chaos of her own life, knowing that she can always return to the simplicity and warmth of her relationship with you

Your love brings a sense of balance and stability to her otherwise tumultuous world

Caitlyn

Caitlyn’s relationship with you is an unexpected contrast to her typically serious and no-nonsense demeanor

Despite your differences, Caitlyn is drawn to your carefree and bubbly personality

Caitlyn finds amusement in your fashion choices, often shaking her head at the abundance of pink and frilly skirts paired with heels

She admires your confidence in expressing yourself through fashion, even if it’s not her personal style

Due your naivety and lack of street smarts, Caitlyn takes on a protective role just like Jinx, ensuring your safety in unfamiliar situations

She’s always vigilant, ready to intervene if you find yourself in trouble due to your innocence

Caitlyn patiently explains things to you, breaking down complex concepts into simpler terms

You and Caitlyn make for an unlikely but good duo

While Caitlyn is focused on her duties as an enforcer, you add a touch of lightheartedness and joy to her life, balancing out the seriousness of her work

Caitlyn learns to embrace your quirks and differences, offering you unwavering support and encouragement

She appreciates the genuine affection and happiness you share, valuing the moments of laughter and joy in your relationship

Despite your perceived lack of intelligence, Caitlyn discovers hidden depths within you, appreciating your kindness and compassion towards others

She realizes that beneath the bimbo persona lies a genuinely caring and loving individual

Caitlyn finds herself in amusing situations with you, often caused by your… interesting nature

While Caitlyn may roll her eyes at times, she secretly enjoys the comedic relief you bring to her life

You and Caitlyn complement each other in unexpected ways, with Caitlyn providing stability and guidance while you add spontaneity and laughter to your relationship

You learn from each other and grow together, embracing your differences

Despite your disparities, Caitlyn loves you unconditionally, appreciating the unique bond you share

She values the authenticity and sincerity of your relationship, finding solace and happiness in your love for each other

Viktor

Despite your lack of intellectual depth, Viktor finds you refreshing and amusing

Your simplistic views on life provide a stark contrast to his complex thoughts and experiments, offering a break from his usual intense focus

Viktor is bemused by your fashion choices, often raising an eyebrow at your penchant for pink skirts and matching heels

He appreciates your confidence in expressing yourself, even if he doesn’t fully understand your fashion sense

Viktor exercises patience and understanding with you, knowing that your lack of intelligence isn’t intentional

He takes the time to explain things to you

Your relationship is an unconventional pairing, with Viktor’s intellectual pursuits contrasting sharply with your carefree and simple-minded nature

However, he finds solace in the genuine affection and happiness you share

Viktor takes it upon himself to educate you, introducing you to new ideas and concepts in a patient and understanding manner

He finds joy in witnessing your genuine interest and enthusiasm, even if it’s for subjects he considers trivial

Viktor finds himself in amusing situations with you, often caused by your obliviousness and lack of intelligence

While he may sigh or roll his eyes at times, he secretly appreciates the comedy you bring to his life

Despite your differences, you and Viktor balance each other out

While he provides intellectual stimulation and guidance, you add spontaneity and lightheartedness to your relationship, creating a harmonious dynamic

Viktor learns to accept and tolerate your quirks and limitations, embracing you for who you are

He values the authenticity of your relationship, finding joy in the simple moments you share together

Despite your unconventional pairing, Viktor loves you unconditionally, appreciating the unique bond you share

He finds comfort and happiness in your love for each other, accepting your flaws and imperfections with open arms

Vi

Vi finds herself unexpectedly drawn to your carefree and bubbly personality

Despite your differences, she’s captivated by your genuine innocence and infectious optimism

While Vi may not understand your fashion choices, she likes her confidence in rocking pink skirts and matching heels

She finds it endearing how you embrace your girly style without a hint of self-consciousness

Not that Vi would be self-conscious about her style of clothing as she’ll put on whatever she sees or wants

Despite her tough exterior, Vi is fiercely protective of you, ensuring your safety in any situation

She takes on the role of a guardian, keeping a watchful eye on you and stepping in whenever necessary

Vi learns to exercise patience and understanding with you, knowing that your lack of intelligence isn’t intentional to provoke her

She takes the time to explain things in simpler terms, but she might get kidna annoyed if it takes too much time, but she’s trying her best

Your relationship is an unlikely pairing, with Vi’s street-smart toughness contrasting sharply with your naive innocence

Vi often finds herself in humorous situations with you, amused by your antics and obliviousness

While she may tease you from time to time, she secretly enjoys the lightheartedness and laughter you share

Despite your simplicity, Vi values the emotional support and positivity you brings to your relationship

She appreciates how your unwavering optimism brightens even the darkest of days

Despite your unconventional pairing, Vi loves you deeply, cherishing the unique bond you share

She finds comfort and happiness in your love for each other, embracing the unpredictability and joy of your relationship

Jayce

Despite your contrasting personalities, Jayce is enamored by your vibrant energy and unabashed love for all things pink

He finds your enthusiasm contagious, often lightening his mood after a long day in the lab

While Jayce tends to stick to his signature style, he can’t help but smile when he sees you confidently rocking her pink skirts and heels

He admires your bold fashion choices and appreciates how you add a pop of color to his life

Despite your penchant for pink, you surprises him with your curiosity and eagerness to learn

He enjoys engaging in thought-provoking conversations with you, finding your unique perspective on life refreshing

Jayce values the differences between you two, recognizing that you complement each other in unexpected ways

While he may be the brains of the operation, you bring a sense of lightheartedness and spontaneity to the relationship

Jayce is constantly amazed by your unwavering support and encouragement

Whether he’s facing challenges in his work or personal life, you’re always there to cheer him on with your infectious positivity

Despite your affinity for all things pink, you also surprise him with your adventurous side

Together, you embark on exciting escapades, from impromptu road trips to exploring new places, creating cherished memories along the way

One of the things Jayce loves most about you is your ability to make him laugh, even during the most stressful of times

Your infectious giggles and playful antics never fail to brighten his day

Despite your differences, you and Jayce share a deep mutual respect for one another

He values your unique perspective and appreciates how you challenge him to see the world in new and colorful ways

In the end, Jayce realizes that love knows no bounds, and that sometimes, the most unexpected connections are the ones that endure

He cherishes every moment spent with his pink princess, grateful for the joy and love you brings into his life

Ekko

You’re is the epitome of “brains and beauty” while Ekko himself is known for his street smarts and tech prowess

Despite your differences, you are drawn to each other’s unique qualities

Ekko appreciates your unintentional humor and often finds himself chuckling at your quirky remarks and antics

Your playful personality brings a lighthearted energy to the relationship

Despite Ekko’s best efforts to teach you, you struggle with anything tech-related

From operating gadgets to understanding complex concepts, you often rely on Ekko for assistance

You have a penchant for all things pink and girly

Ekko admires your confidence to express yourself through your clothing choices, even if they’re not his personal style

Despite your differing personalities, you and Ekko share a deep bond built on laughter and lightheartedness

While Ekko may be the brains behind your operations, you surprise him with your occasional moments of insight

Though rare, Ekko values your unique perspective and appreciates your ability to see the world through a different lens

Ekko cherishes your unwavering love and acceptance

Despite your differences, you love him for who he is, flaws and all

Ekko finds comfort in your unconditional support, knowing that you’ll always be by his side no matter what

Despite your seemingly airheaded persona, Ekko respects your unique qualities and appreciates you for who you are

While Ekko may be the one teaching you street smarts, he also learns valuable lessons from you in return

Whether it’s embracing spontaneity or finding joy in the little things, Ekko discovers new perspectives through your relationship

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

Frev friendships — Fouché and the Robespierre siblings

A circumstance relating to one of the most important crises of my life must here be mentioned. By a singular chance, I had been acquainted with Maximilian Robespierre, at the time I was professor of philosophy in the town of Arras, and had even lent him money, to enable him to take up his abode in Paris, when he was appointed deputy to the National Assembly.  Memoirs of Fouché (1825), volume 1, page 12. Fouché first arrived in Arras in 1788.

Robespierre didn’t like science, but he thought it useful for his vanity to research Fouché and to annoy him several hours per day in his office in order to acquire the reputation of scholar. Often, in order to appear intelligent, he interrupted his physics demonstrations to reproach him for being a materialist. Note written by Barère, probably shortly after thermidor. Cited in Fouché: les silences de la pieuvre (2014) by Emmanuel de Waresquiel.

Fouché’s first need […] was to tell me his entire life story, a recital that I find in my notes written down that very day as it seemed interesting for me to keep: […] I (Fouché) had known [Robespierre] since our youth, we had belonged to the same academy. I then had occasions to prove to him his inadequacy, a relative insufficiency because he was judged poorly. He had some talent, a strong, persevering will; simplicity, no greed; but he was all puffed up with a pride that I had humiliated. De 1800 à 1812. Un aide de camp de Napoléon. Mémoires du général compte de Ségar (1894), page 438. According to Robespierre (2014) by Hervé Leuwers, it would not appear Fouché joined the arrageois literary society Rosati of which Robespierre was a member, a claim which is nevertheless often invoked.

Fouché had shown the most ardent patriotism, the most sacred devotion since the beginning of the revolution. My brother, who believed him sincere, had accorded him his friendship and his esteem; he spoke to me of him as a proven democrat, and introduced him to me in praising him and asking me to give him my esteem. Fouché, after having been introduced to me by my brother, came to see me assiduously, and had those regards and attentions that one has for a person in whom one is particularly interested. Fouché was not handsome, but he had a charming wit and was extremely amiable. He spoke to me of marriage, and I admit that I felt no repugnance for that bond, and that I was well enough disposed to accord my hand to he whom my brother had introduced to me as a pure democrat and his friend. I did not know that Fouché was only a hypocrite, a swindler, a man without convictions, without morals, and capable of doing anything to satisfy his frenzied ambition. He knew so well how to disguise his vile sentiments and his malicious passions in my eyes as in my brother’s eyes, that I was his dupe as well as Maximilien. I responded to his proposition that I wanted to think about it and consult my brother, and I asked him the time to resolve myself. I spoke of it, effectively, to Robespierre, who showed no opposition to my union with Fouché.  Mémoires de Charlotte Robespierre sur ses deux frères (1834) page 122-123. Charlotte places the courtship in the midst of the revolution, which can hardly be accurate given the fact Fouché was already married by then, but it does sound likely for it to have happened somewhere between 1788 and 1790, when both of them were unmarried and lived in Arras.

When [Robespierre and I] again met at the Convention, we, at first, saw each other frequently; but the difference of our opinions, and perhaps, the still greater dissimilarity of our dispositions, soon caused a separation. One day, at the conclusion of a dinner given at my house, Robespierre began to declaim with much violence against the Girondins, particularly abusing Vergniaud, who was present. I was much attached to Vergniaud, who was a great orator, and a man of unaffected manners. I went round to him, and advancing towards Robespierre, said to him, "Such violence may assuredly enlist the passions on your side, but will never obtain for you esteem and confidence." Robespierre, offended, left the room; and it will shortly be seen how far this malignant man carried his animosity against me. Memoirs of Fouché (1825), volume 1, page 12

Lamartine, in the first edition of his Girondins, wrote the following: ”A very small number of friends of Robespierre and Duplay were one after another taken into this intimity: sometimes the Lameths; Le Bas, Saint-Just, always; Panis, Sergent, Coffinhal, Fouché, who liked Robespierre’s sister and who Robespierre didn’t like, Taschereau, Legendre, Le Boucher, Merlin de Thionville, Couthon, Pétion, Camille Desmoulins, Buonarotti, roman patriot… […]” On the placard corrected by the widow and son of Philippe Le Bas, these words are replaced by the following ones: ”The Lamenths and Pétion in the early days, quite rarely Legendre, Merlin de Thionville and Fouché, who liked Robespierre’s sister and who Robespierre didn’t like, often Taschereau, Desmoulins and Teault, always Lebas, Saint-Just, David, Couthon and Buonarotti.” Le conventionnel Le Bas: d’après des documents inédits et les mémoires de sa veuve (1901) page 83-84. This could be read as Élisabeth Le Bas confirming, or at least not denying, that there existed links between Charlotte and Fouché.

…The representatives of the people in Commune-Affranchie, using the powers entrusted to them for the surrounding departments, have already purged several administrations in the department of Allier. So consult with your colleagues by going to Commune-Affranchie. The instructions that Fouché has acquired relative to the department of Allier, where he resided for a long time, will be all the more useful to you since, animated by the same principles, the same effects must result from your common energy. Letter from the CPS to Petitjean, written by Robespierre, January 8 1794

The Committee of Public Safety decides 1, that citizen Reverchon immediately travels to Ville-Affranchie to organise revolutionary government and that he, together with Méaulle, takes all the measures that the interests of the republic need. 2, that the representative Fouché immediately travels to Paris to give to the Committee of Public Safety the neccesary clarifications about the affairs in Ville-Affranchie 3, that all procedurs against the popular society in Ville-Affranchie, and especially against the patriots that were subjected to persecution under the reign of Précy and the federalistes, are suspended. The representative Reverchon and his colleges will severely persecute the enemies of the Republic, protect the true friends of the Republic, help the patriots in need and assure the triumph of liberty through a constant and inflexible energy. Committee of Public Safety decree recalling Fouché from Lyon, written by Robespierre (and signed by him, Collot d’Herbois, Billaud-Varennes, C-A Prieur, Carnot and Barère) on March 27 1794

The Committee of Public Safety, alarmed by the fate of patriots in Commune-Affranchie, considering that the oppression of a single one of them would be a triumph for the enemies of the Revolution and a mortal blow to freedom, orders that all proceedings against the Popular Society of Commune-Affranchie, and particularly against the patriots who were persecuted under the reign of the federalists and Precy, will be suspended: it further orders that the representative of people Fouché immediately travels to Paris to give to the Committee of Public Safety the neccesary clarifications about the affairs in Ville-Affranchie. Committee of Public Safety decree recalling Fouché from Lyon, written by Robespierre (and signed by him, Collot d’Herbois, Billaud-Varennes, C-A Prieur, Carnot, Barère, Saint-Just and Couthon) on March 27 1794 (don’t know why there exists two seperate decrees)

I have since learned that the step I took opposite Robespierre - viz, of calling upon him - was attempted about the same time, and with as little success, by Tallien and Fouché, each of them on his own part. I have learned that their eloquence likewise struck against a determined deaf-mute, and that to all their gentle, forcible, friendly, respectful, and feeling words Robespierre vouchsafed no other answer than an obstinate silence, an expressionless physiognomy, and neither word nor sign. There is in a like silence, on the part of a man wielding the scep tre of death, something more fearful to the imagination than uttered threats.  Memoirs of Barras, member of the Directorate (1895) page 206

It is known well enough in what way [Collot and Fouché] conducted themselves [in Lyon]; it is known that they made blood flow in torrents, and plunged the second city of the republic into fright and consternation. Robespierre was outraged by it. […] I was present for the interview that Fouché had with Robespierre upon his return. My brother asked him to account for the bloodshed he had caused, and reproached him for his conduct with such energy of expression that Fouché was pale and trembling. He mumbled a few excuses and blamed the cruel measures he had taken on the gravity of the circumstances. Robespierre replied that nothing could justify the cruelties of which he had been guilty; that Lyon, it was true, had been in insurrection against the National Convention, but that that was no reason to have unarmed enemies gunned down en masse. From that day forth, Fouché was the most irreconcilable enemy of my brother, and joined the faction conspiring his death. I would only learn this later. Fouché never again set foot in my apartment, but I met him from time to time on the Champs-Elysées, where walked almost every day. He addressed me as if nothing had happened between him and my brother. When I learned that he was Maximilien’s declared enemy, I no longer wanted to talk to him. Despicable words have been spoken about me on the subject of that man, some have dared to say that I was his mistress before and after 9 Thermidor; this is an abominable calumny! Never did Fouché cease to have the greatest respect for me; and if in his discourse he had included any words tending to make me neglect my duty, I would have left him that very instant. Besides, Fouché had only sought my hand because my eldest brother occupied premier place on the political stage. That honorific of Robespierre’s brother-in-law flattered his pride and his ambition; to judge by that man’s conduct since, everything was a calculation with him, and, if he pretended to love me, that’s because he saw it was in his interest. What would have become of me if I had married such a being? Mémoires de Charlotte Robespierre sur ses deux frères (1834)

Robespierre murmured a lot about the forms that we had established in Lyon for the execution of decrees: he constantly repeated that there was no reason to judge the guilty when they are outlawed. He exclaimed that we had let the families of the condemned go free; and when the commission sent the Convention and the committee the list of its judgments, he was not in control of his anger as he cast his eyes on the column where the names of the citizens who had been acquitted were written. Unable to change anything in the forms of judgment, regulated according to the decrees and approved by the committee, he imagined another system; he questioned whether the patriots of Commune-Affranchie were not vexed and under oppression. They were, he said, because the property of the condemned being specially intended, by article IV of the decree of July 12, to become their patrimony, we had greatly reduced their claims, not only by not judging only a quarter of the number of conspirators identified by Dubois-Crancé on 23 Vendémiare, or designated by previous decrees, but also by establishing a commission which appeared willing to acquit two thirds, as it happened. Through these declamations Robespierre wanted to entertain the patriots of whom he spoke, with the most violent ideas, to throw into their minds a framework of extraordinary measures, and to put them in opposition with the representatives of the people and their closest cooperators: he made them understand that they could count on him, he emboldened them to form all kinds of obstacles, to only follow his indications which he presented as being the intentions of the Committee of Public Safety.   Collot d’Herbois’ explanation of Robespierre’s dislike for his and Fouché’s Lyon activities in Défense de J-M. Collot, répresentant du peuple. Éclaircissemens nécessaires sur ce qui s’est passé à Lyon (alors Commune-Affranchie), l’année dernière; pour faire suite aux rapports des Répresentants du peuple, envoyés vers cette commune, avant, pendant et après le siège (1794), somewhat the polar opposite of Charlotte’s version.

Robespierre accused Fouché of having dishonored the Revolution by exaggerating all measures and erecting atheism as a doctrine. ”No, Fouché," he said to him in the hall of the Jacobins, ”death is not an eternal sleep." Besides, to use his own expression, he believed he "held him in his power in the matter of honesty,” as Fouché had been charged with not having been any too strictly faithful on the occasion of his mission to Lyons, where, outstripping his epoch in those early days, he was believed to have enjoyed a foretaste of that corrupt century. Reports, possibly mendacious, had reached Robespierre, according to which Fouché is said to have, in the midst of the demolition of the dwellings in the town doomed to endure his cruelty, behaved somewhat like the incendiaries who carry on their business by the light of the flames. It is that which caused Robespierre to assume so lofty a manner against Fouché, because Fouché was supposed to have begun "to make money" at a time when no one in the Republic had so far dreamed of doing such a thing, either because of the Terror, which was not disposed to indulgence towards thieves, or because of a sentiment of genuine honesty which dominated men whose sole thought was the defence of the Republic.  Memoirs of Barras, member of the Directorate (1895) page 208-209

Fouché reads a report regarding Commune-Affranchie, where he was sent. After having brought up the slander repeated against the representatives sent to this commune, he proves by several observations the need of the measures that they took and the punishments that they handed out. He proves that the blood of crime fertilizes the soil of liberty and consolidates its power on unshakeable foundations. He also develops through much reflection the measures he was obliged to take in the last moments.

A citizen demands the floor in order to speak against Fouché.

Robespierre, after having declared that Fouché’s report is incomplete, pays homage to the patriotism of this representative and to the citizen who presented himself to speak against him. He presents some observations on what has gone down in Commune-Affranchie, and announces that the patriots, the friends of Chalier, and the companions of his suffering have been too modest against the schemers who put themselves in their place, and who introduced themselves among the patriots sent from Paris. He protests that without the schemers, the true patriots already would have plunged the whole conspiracy into nothingness. He recognizes that they have legitimate complaints to make, but he assures that the Committee of Public Safety, which is aware of them, has taken all the necessary measures to establish liberty in these unfortunate countries. Consequently, he invites the patriot who wants to speak, to put aside any kind of bitterness, to develop the facts and to give the knowledge that he considers useful. 

I recognize, says this citizen, the validity of the principles of Robespierre, you will subsequently know all the facts. The truth will pierce through all the clouds; I’m backing down. (applauds) Robespierre and Fouché at the Jacobins, April 8 1794

Sure of having sown the seed, I had the courage to defy [Robespierre], on the 20th Prairial (June 8 1794), a day on which, actuated with the ridiculous idea of solemnly acknowledging the existence of the Supreme Being, he dared to proclaim himself both his will and agent, in presence of all the people assembled at the Tuileries. As he was ascending the steps of his lofty tribune, whence he was to proclaim his manifesto in favour of God, I predicted to him aloud (twenty of my colleagues heard it) that his fall was near.  Memoirs of Fouché (1825) page 20

A deputation from the Society of Nevers presents itself at the tribune in order to repel charges directed against it. After having summarized the things done for the public sake by the Society which has sent him, the orator announces that the patriots have their souls broken and compromised in Nevers, because of atrocious persecutions of which they are every day the unfortunate victims.

Fouché (currently serving as president of the Jacobins): Your society deserves severe reproaches. If it is true to say that the impure breath of Chaumette could not exert its disastrous influence there during his stay in Nevers, it seems at least certain that the shadow of this conspirator hovers there today. Imprisoned suspects were released, and your Society made no complaint. Ardent and pure patriots, true sans-culottes, were slandered by federalist lawyers, and your Society remained silent. Finally, its correspondence is insignificant, it is null. As the Jacobins do not know how to disguise any truth, I make it my duty, on their behalf, to point out some false and very weak ideas that you have just expressed. The patriots, you say, have their souls compromised at this moment in Nevers. Citizens, strong hearts can never be compromised; Republicans know how to die for the truth as well as for liberty, and the perfidious person who tells you that he is not free to express his thoughts is a coward; the crime is in his heart, he complains of not being able to produce it. You hand us, as proof of your opposition to the maxims of the conspirators, the celebration that you are preparing for the Supreme Being; but in this you are only obeying the impulse given to nature. Add to this natural impulse the strength and courage to dedicate yourself to the defense of patriots and the annihilation of their oppressors; the exercise of democratic virtues. Brutus paid homage worthy of the Supreme Being by bringing the blade into the heart of the one who conspired against the liberty of his homeland.

I don't know, says Robespierre immediately, if the Society understood the motive and the object of the approach of the members of the Society of Nevers; I ask if the president's response can shed some light on this point. For my part, I assure you that I don't understand anything about it. If the president knows everything that concerns morals, it is his duty to explain. Everyone knows that Nevers was one of the main centers of the conspiracies hatched by Chaumette, in concert with the supporters of the foreign faction. We must remember that he abandoned his post as national agent, near the Paris Commune where he appeared to play a major role, to go, under a frivolous pretext, to plot in the commune of Nevers: it is important that we learn from what we were able to discover on such a journey. I ask that the president explain his response to us, and tell us frankly what he thinks.

Fouché takes the floor to give clarifications. He announces that, having served as representative of the people in the department of Nièvre at the time when the scoundrel Chaumette arrived in Nevers under the pretext of enjoying the native air, he didn’t hear from his mouth any counterrevolutionary expression; that he only saw him while in public, that, the popular society believing this Chaumette to be a zealous defender of liberty, it took him in without difficulty and without defiance. Fouché thinks that this immoral man hid away, because he saw the constitutional authorities strongly attached to good principles, and that he conspired in secret, and then returned to Paris to there continue his execrable profession of assassin of all public and private morality. As for the deputation that has just been heard, Fouché declares that, as the Society of Nevers has been indirectly attacked, it will send a deputation of its members to respond to the imputations that have been made against it, that there was a time when suspicious people, arrested, then released, and finally imprisoned again, managed to obtain an arrest order against the patriots. “This,” he says, “is all I know; I reproached the deputation on the weakness of the letters written by the Society of Nevers, and on the insignificance of its correspondence. The deputation presented its address to me when it entered, and it is on that I’m basing my answer.

Robespierre is surprised that the president and the delegation only say insignificant things that cannot enlighten the Society. He declares that Chaumette having hatched his plots in Nevers, it is impossible that neither the representative nor the Société populaire had knowledge of some of the maneuvers he employed. He recalls that at the moment when the Convention took a vigorous decision against the infernal plot of Chaumette, the Society of Nevers sent the Convention an address in which the decree was faulted.

Fouché observes that this adress wasn’t from the Society of Nevers, but from that of Moulins.

Robespierre replies that the latter is right next to to the other, that both corresponded to each other and that the information must have been the same; he continues by maintaining that the Society is isn’t instructed by the details that have just been given to it, and one has not sufficiently characterized the men who are called patriots, and those who are declared triumphant aristocrats. He is surprised to hear congratulations on the decree issued yesterday, mixed with observations presented by the Society of Nevers, as if this society could be aware of this decree. It is not by sentences, as he observes, but by conduct and facts that one must judge men: instead of stopping at the language of the deputation, one must ask the Society of Nevers if it fought Chaumette and foiled his horrible schemes? Very often the greatest enemies of the people use republican expressions, to better deceive unsuspecting citizens. It is not a question, he says, of throwing mud on the grave of Chaumette, when this monster has already perished on the scaffold. For a long time people have done evil while speaking the language of republicans. Today someone is spewing imprecations against Danton, who until recently was his accomplice. There are others who appear all fired up to defend the Committee of Public Safety, and who then sharpen daggers against it. The enemies of liberty have retained the same audacity, they have not changed their system; they do not want to appear to separate themselves from the patriots; they praise and flatter them; they even make vague imprecations against tyrants, and at the same time they conspire for their cause! It is to their friends the conspirators that they give the name of patriots; and it is the latter that they designate by the name of aristocrats: they surround the Committee of Public Safety and the representatives of the people only to intrigue, to lead them astray and thus destroy the Revolution. There are still two parties within the Republic: on the one hand patriotism and probity; on the other, the counter-revolutionary spirit, the crookedness and the improbity which are bent on the ruin of empires and the virtue of humankind. Patriots, you who in the career of the Revolution have only sought the public good, you who did nor go into it to serve a criminal faction, be more than ever on your guard; evil men use all imaginable artifices to destroy the Convention and slaughter the defenders of the homeland. Do not fall asleep in a false security, do not abandon the Convention and the government of which it is the center: let courageous voices be raised to make the truth known, stifle the clamors of the intriguers who surround us daily, who change patriotism into aristocracy, and reciprocally aristocracy into patriotism. Do not tire of instructing us, rest assured that the wish to sacrifice ourselves for all patriots is always deeply engraved in our hearts, that we are resolved to defend persecuted virtue with all our power, and to fight with strength and constancy the enemies of liberty and patriotism. This is the wish that I address, on behalf of the representatives, to the oppressed patriots; it is not natural that we remain indifferent on their account: the first of the republican virtues is to watch over innocence. Pure patriots, one is waging a war to the death against you, save yourselves, save with you all the friends of liberty. 

Robespierre’s speech is followed by the liveliest applause.

Fouché observes that he hasn’t wanted to reproach the Society of Nevers for not having denounced Chaumette. This society didn’t know him as a conspirator, it wouldn’t have been late to accuse him warmly, had it suspected him of this. Robespierre and Fouché at the Jacobins, June 11 1794

Five days after (June 12) in full committee, [Robespierre] demanded my head and that of eight of my friends, reserving to himself the destruction of twenty more at a later period. How great was his astonishment, and what was his rage, upon finding amongst the members of the committee an invincible opposition to his sanguinary designs against the national representation! It has already been too much mutilated, said they to him, and it is high time to put a stop to a deliberate and progressive cutting-down, which at last will include ourselves. Finding himself in a minority, he withdrew, choked with rage and disappointment, swearing never to set foot again in the committee, so long as his will should be opposed. He immediately sent for St. Just, who was with the army, rallied Couthon under his sanguinary banner, and by his influence over the revolutionary tribunal, still made the Convention, and all those who were operated on by fear, to tremble.  Memoirs of Fouché (1825), volume 1, page 20

Robespierre: The example of Commune-Affranchie can explain a theory that I have already noted. The patriots defend the patriots with all their means; they give no rest to the intriguers and traitors, they constantly badger and fight them; aristocrats do precisely the opposite. I knew Chalier at a time when the patriotic representatives of the people were themselves persecuted. It was he who first discovered Roland's perfidy, and denounced him to me for keeping an immense store of libels at his home, directed against the Mountain and against me. Chalier had no sooner known this conspiring minister than he abandoned him and renounced the justice he had come to demand from him, not wanting to owe anything to a traitor who sought to ignite civil war in France. 

[Robespierre] adds that since this moment he has only known Chalier through the acts of heroism and virtue which immortalized his name. The enemies of the people were only able to establish their triumph through the assassination of this man, as patriotic as he was intrepid. He recalls the courage of this republican at the time of his torture, prolonged by the villainy of the aristocrats of Lyon who brought the ax down on his head four times, which he raised each time, crying out in a dying voice: Long live the Republic, attach the cockade to me.

After this touching story, Robespierre goes into detail about the services rendered by Chalier's friends; he knows them all, he also knows their persecutors. The fate of the former was to be oppressed by all the factions that succeeded one another. They opposed these tyrannical and unprecedented vexations with a calm and patience of which it is impossible to find an example in the history of any people.

When the overly prolonged siege of Lyon was over, and this commune had been returned to the power of the Republic, the friends of Chalier were not restored to the goodness that they had so well deserved by their constant virtue. One took care to make sure Précy and all the other conspirators escaped, although one went so far as to making the trick of the Committee the supposed remains of this monster. The gate of Lyon was opened to them at the very moment when the Republican army entered, and they left through the gate where the army corps commanded by Dubois-Crancé was, which remained motionless.

Another cause of the impunity of the conspirators is that national justice has not been exercised with the degree of force and action that the interests of a great people require and command. The temporary commission initially displayed energy, but soon it gave way to human weakness which too soon tires of serving the homeland, and it lost with all its courage, its devotion and its purity. After having given in to the insinuations of the perverse aristocrats, the persecution was established against the patriots themselves: the cause of this criminal change can be found in the seduction of certain women, and it is to these terrible maneuvers that we can attribute the despair that led Gaillard to kill himself.

Reduced to escape, the patriots come to submit their complaints to the Committee of Public Safety, which rescues them from persecution, and suppresses their odious persecutors with fear. Thus, virtue will be eternally exposed to the traits of two factions which, opposed in apperance, always rally to sacrifice the patriots. Here [Robespierre] swears to avenge Chalier, Gaillard and all the victims of the infamous aristocracy.

The speaker's principles are to stop the shedding of human blood caused by crime: the authors of the plots denounced, on the contrary, only aspire to immolate all patriots and especially the National Convention, since the Committee indicated the vices from which it must purge itself. Who are those who have constantly distinguished error from crime, and who have defended lost patriots? Isn’t it the members of the Committee? Those who demand justice can only be formidable to the leaders of the factions, and those who want to destroy the members of the Committee in public opinion can have no other intention than to serve the projects of the tyrants interested in the fall of a Committee which disconcerts them and will soon destroy them.

Robespierre ends by denouncing the author of all these maneuvers who is the same one who persecuted the patriots at Commune-Affranchie, with a cunning, a perfidy as cowardly as it is cruel: the Committee of Public Safety was not his dupe. He asks, finally, that justice and virtue triumph, that innocence be peaceful and the people victorious over all their enemies, and that the Convention puts all petty intrigues under its feet.

Couthon, who had interrupted Robespierre in order to cite charges against Dubois-Crancé regarding the siege of Commune-Affranchie, proposes that he be struck from the club’s list of members (adopted).

At the suggestion of Robespierre, Fouché is invited to come and exonerate himself of the reproaches which have been addressed to him before the Society. Robespierre at the Jacobins, July 11 1794

One reads a letter from Fouché, in which he asks the Society to suspend their judgement up until the Committees of Public Safety and General Security have made their report on his private and public conduct.

Robespierre: I begin by making the declaration that I am not interested in the individual Fouché at all. I could be connected to him because I thought him a patriot. When I denounced him here, it was less because of his past crimes than because he hid away in order to commit others, and because I regarded him as the leader of the conspiracy which we have to thwart.

I examine the letter which was just read out, and I see that it is written by a man who, being accused for crimes, refuses to justify himself before his fellow citizens. This is the beginning of a system of tyranny. He who refuses to answer to a Popular Society whose member he is, is a man who attacks the institution of Popular Societies. This contempt for the Society of the Jacobins is all the more inexcusable as Fouché himself has not refused his suffrage when he was denounced by the patriots from Nevers, and as he even took refuge on the [president’s] seat of the Jacobins. He was placed there because he had agents in this Society, who had been at Commune-Affranchie. He delivers a great speech to you on his conduct in the mission with which he had been charged. I will not seek to analyse this speech. The Society has judged that Fouché does not want to say anything, as his reflections are insignificant.

It is surprising that the one who, at the time of which I speak, craved the approval of the Society, neglects it when he is denounced, and that he seems to implore, so to speak, the aid of the Convention against the Jacobins. Does he fear the eyes and ears of the people? Does he fear that his sad face visibly presents crime, that six thousand looks fixed on him discover his entire soul in his eyes, and that, in spite of nature which has hidden them, one reads his thoughts there? Does he fear that his speech reveals the embarrassment and the contradictions of a culprit? A reasonable man has to judge that fear is the only motive of Fouché’s conduct ; well, the man who fears the looks of his fellow citizens is a culprit. He uses [the fact] as a pretext that his denunciation is sent to the Committee of Public Safety ; but is he forgetting that the tribunal of the public conscience is the most infallible? Why does he refuse to present himself here?

The obligation to give an account of his mission to the Committees of Public Safety and of General Security, which are the government, and to the Convention, which is its source or, rather, which is the government by definition, this obligation, I say, does not destroy the one of appearing respectable in the eyes of a Society, and does not excuse appearing to put it in contradiction with the Convention. A representative is responsible for his actions to the Convention; but a good citizen does not discard appearing before his fellow citizens. If the system of Fouché could dominate, it would follow that those who have denounced schemes outside of the Convention have committed a crime. This was the conduct of all conspirators, who, from the moment onwards when one has wanted to judge them, shunned this Society and denounced it to the different National Assemblies as a gathering of factious [persons].

I here call Fouché into judgement. He shall respond and he shall say who, among him and us, has borne the rights of the representatives of the people with more dignity, and struck down all factions with more courage? Was it him who unveiled the Héberts and the Chaumettes, when they hatched assassination plots and wanted to debase the Convention? No! It was us who, on this tribune, when the Hébertists claimed to be more patriotic than us, unmasked them openly. It was us who silenced the false denunciations.

They shall say if they would have been listened to here, these men who had only served the Revolution in order to dishonour it and to make it turn to the benefit of the foreign [powers] and of the aristocracy! All the vile agents who have conspired did not see their likes unveiled and punished sooner than they seemed to abandon their cause ; and, because we had dismissed the perfidiously spread calumnies against the Convention, they extended this principle onto themselves in such a way as to render it tyrannical. The slightest words against this kind of men have been regarded as crimes by them; terror was the means which they used in order to force the patriots into silence. They threw those into prison who had the courage to break it; and this is the crime for which I reproach Fouché!

He will not say that it were the principles of the Convention that he has professed ; the intention of the Convention is not to throw terror into the soul of the patriots, nor to carry out the dissolution of the Popular Societies. Which means would thus remain to us, if, while plotters conspire and prepare daggers in order to assassinate us, we could not speak in the presence of the Friends of Liberty?

Robespierre then declares that Fouché is a vile and despicable impostor ; that his move is the confession of his crimes and that the action which he takes is similar to the one of the Brissots and of the other crooks who slander the Society as soon as they are chased from it. He assures that virtue will never sacrificed to baseness, nor [will] liberty [be sacrificed] to men whose hands are full of rapines and crimes. I do not want to add anything, he says while closing; Fouché himself has characterised himself enough. I have made all these observations, so that the conspirators know once and for all that they must never hope to escape the surveillance of the people. 

A citizen from Commune-Affranchie reports some serious facts against Fouché. The Society sends them to the Committee of Public Safety and, upon the motion of a member, Fouché is excluded from the Society.

The citizens Tolède and Dessyrier, who found themselves at Commune-Affranchie in the days of Fouché, and who claim to be accused, mount the tribune. 

Robespierre observes that these two citizens divert, without wanting it, the attention away from Fouché, and that his cause must not be common with theirs. He recalls that the conspirators have always sought to save themselves by placing themselves beside pure patriots ; he hence invites Tolède and Dessyrier not to interrupt a discussion wherein they are not involved. – After members did justice to the patriotism of these citizens, they descend from the tribune. Robespierre at the Jacobins, July 14 1794

They are strange accomplices of Robespierre, those who, against his will, made a political report on the religious troubles, sheltered from all research in this matter the representatives of the people sent on mission in the departments, defended Tallien, Dubois-Crance, Fouché, Bourdon de l'Oise, and other representatives whom he relentlessly pursued. Réponse des membres des deux anciens Comités de Salut Public et de sûreté générale aux imputations renouvelées contre eux par Laurent Lecointre, de Versailles, et déclarées calomnieuses par décret du 13 fructidor dernier, à la Convention Nationale (1795) by Barère, Collot d’Herbois, Vadier and Billaud-Varennes

One man alone in the Convention appeared to enjoy an inexpugnable popularity: this was Robespierre, a man full of pride and cunning; an envious and vindictive being, who was never satiated with the blood of his colleagues; and who, by his capacity, steadiness, the clearness of his head, and the obstinacy of his character, surmounted circumstances the most appalling. Availing himself of his preponderance in the Committee of Public Safety, he openly aspired, not only to the tyranny of the decemviri, but to the despotism of the dictatorship of Marius and Sylla. One step more would have given him the masterdom of the revolution, which it was his audacious ambition to govern at his will; but thirty victims more were to be sacrificed, and he had marked them out in the convention. 

He well knew that I understood him; and I, therefore, was honoured by being inscribed upon his tablets at the head of those doomed to destruction. I was still on a mission, when he accused me of oppressing the patriots and tampering with the aristocracy. Being recalled to Paris, I dared to call upon him from the tribune, to make good his accusation. He caused me to be expelled from the Jacobins, of whom he was the high-priest; this was for me equivalent to a decree of proscription. I did not trifle in contending for my head, nor in long and secret deliberations with such of my colleagues as were threatened with my own fate. I merely said to them, among others to Legendre, Tallien, Dubois de Crancé, Daunou and Chénier: “You are on the list, you are on the list as well as myself, I am certain of it!” Tallien, Barras, Bourdon de l'Oise and Dubois de Crancé evinced some energy. Tallien contended for two lives, of which one was then dearer to him than his own: he therefore resolved upon assassinating the future dictator, even in the Convention itself. But what a hazardous chance was this! Robespierre’s popularity would have survived him, and we should have been immolated to his manes. I therefore dissuaded Tallien from an isolated enterprise, which would have destroyed the man, but preserved his system. 

Convinced that other means must be resorted to, I went straight to those who shared with Robespierre the government of terror, and whom I knew to be envious or fearful of his immense popularity. I revealed to Collot d'Herbois, to Carnot, to Billaud-Varennes, the designs of the modern Appius; and I presented to each of them separately, so lively and so true a picture of the danger of their situation, I urged them with so much address and good fortune, that I insinuated into their breasts more than mistrust, but the courage of henceforth opposing the Tyrant in any further decimating of the Convention.  "Count the votes,” said I to them, “in your committee, and you will see, that when you are determined, he will be reduced to the powerless minority of a Couthon and a Saint-Just. Refuse him your votes, and compel him to stand alone by your vis inertiæ.” But what contrivances, what expedients were necessary to avoid exasperating the Jacobin club, the Seides, and the partisans of Robespierre. 

My eye was on him; and seeing him reduced to a single faction, I secretly urged such of his enemies who still clung to the committee, at least to remove the artillery from Paris, who were all devoted to Robespierre and the Commune, and to deprive Henriot of his command  or at least to suspend him. The first measure I obtained, thanks to the firmness of Carnot, who alleged the necessity of sending reinforcements of artillery to the army. As to depriving Henriot of his command, that appeared too hazardous; Henriot remained, and was near losing all, or rather, to speak the truth, it was he, who on the 9th Thermidor (the 27th July) ruined the cause of Robespierre, the triumph of which was for a short time in his power. But what could be expected from a drunken and stupid ci-devant footman. 

What follows is too well known for me to dwell upon it. It is notorious how Maximilian the First perished; a man whom certain authors have compared to the Gracchi, to whom he bore not the slightest resemblance, either in eloquence or elevation of mind. I confess that in the delirium of victory, I said to those who thought that his views tended to the dictatorship: "You do him too much honour; he had neither plan, nor design: far from disposing of futurity, he was drawn along, and did but obey an impulse he could neither oppose nor govern." But at that time I was too near a spectator of events justly to appreciate their history. The sudden overthrow of the dreadful system which suspended the nation between life and death, was doubtless a grand epoch of liberty; but, in this world, good is ever mixed with evil. What took place after Robespierre's fall? that which we have seen to have been the case after a fall still more memorable. Those who had crouched most abjectly before the decemvir, could, after his death, find no expression strong enough to express their detestation of him.  Memoirs of Fouché (1825), volume 1, page 18-22

…The fact is that, sent [to Lyon], after the sack of this city, I (Fouché) returned in revolt, with a report against Robespierre, and that, from this moment up until Thermidor, I was his declared rival! Robespierre had established himself at the Jacobins, and I in the Committees, from where I expelled him; you'll see! I was a Jacobin myself, but there were two kinds. As for us, we were not popular; we talked about equality, but deep down we were aristocrats! Yes, more aristocratic than anyone perhaps! The Jacobins of the opposite party, such as Hullin, paved the way; they would shout in the crowd on the floor; we only saw them in the stands. It was Robespierre’s henchmen who flattered this populace; Robespierre was its leader, its soul, attempting to reign through them and crush the Convention! But we were his antagonists there, me at the head! He feared me. […] [The fact that I had humiliated his pride] was enough to be certain that he would be my mortal enemy, his hateful and envious character would never forgive me for it, no more than Lacuée who, if it wasn’t for Carnot, he would have had guillotined! […] I understood that you couldn’t go and fight such a man in his club; that I there would be dominated, crushed, and that to resist it, it was necessary to choose another terrain, that is to say the Convention itself and its Committees. It was therefore there that, on my return from Lyon, I began with a report on what needed to be done to stop the complete disorganization of this province, of which I accused Robespierre. People were surprised and terrified by my audacity, Carnot among others, who in his emotion embraced me, praising my courage, but warning me that it would cost me my head! This did not stop me, I persisted; and, addressing all the enemies of the Dictator, either separately or in meetings that I convened as head of public education, I reassured them, encouraged them, and got the Committee to call Robespierre before it to defend itself. It was putting him in a false position, he did not accept it; he refused to present himself and confined himself to the Jacobins, where I proposed to have him attacked, seized as a rebel and thrown into the river! We were preparing the means when the 9th of Thermidor arrived, the day when Tallien, single-handedly, unexpectedly, without having warned us, without knowing our project, warning us, denounced Robespierre as the tyrant of his colleagues! He cited me in support of this questioning, to which Robespierre replied that this was a duel between him and me! You know the rest. But what we don't know is that, under the Directory, it was again me who destroyed the tail of this party, after having thus fought its head! De 1800 à 1812. Un aide de camp de Napoléon. Mémoires du général compte de Ségar (1894), page 437-438

The primary object of [Robespierre’s] ambition seemed to be to strike, in the first place, what remained or what might spring up again of those he looked upon as his personal enemies, of whom in his hatred he never lost sight. At the head of those he had marked for death stood Fouché, and as, in view of the point his personal quarrel with Robespierre had reached, he could not but succumb within a very short time, it had been concluded therefrom that he was to be one of those who would deal the first blows at Robespierre. 

But the arguments brought into play to convince Fouché of his danger were not sufficient to inspire him with courage. He had certainly been at all times an ultra-Revolutionist, and had shown what he was made of in his support of the system of terror; but he had not exactly hit the idea of Robespierre, or rather he had become his rival, and had given him offence by going even further than he did. Fouché's position was therefore not one to afford him opposite his enemy a frank and clearly defined character enabling him to attack him openly. Robespierre had told Fouché that his face was the expression of crime. Fouché, far from replying, took it as a matter of course; expelled from the Jacobins, he had not been able to return to the fold; he no longer dared show himself even in the Convention, but busied himself actively and with a will with intrigues and machinations of the lowest kind. I sent him hither and thither to inform our friends of what we knew of the intentions of Robespierre, Saint-Just, and Couthon. His personal dread of the triumvirs served but to increase in his eyes the idea of their hostile plans. Everything that he already dreaded most sincerely was artfully exaggerated by him when seeking to stimulate those whom he sought to induce to make up their minds to action. Rising at early morning, he would run round till night calling on deputies of all shades of opinion, saying to each and everyone, "You perish tomorrow if he does not.” To those who mourned Danton, and who were threatened with the resentment of his executioners, Fouché said: ”We may, if we see fit, be avenged tomorrow, and tomorrow only will we be safe.”

 In order to instil fresh courage into minds so stricken with fright more than one speech was required to place the question before each and every one in such a way that he should see his own interests in it. Hence it cannot be denied that Fouché, gathering together by his clever intriguing all sentiments against Robespierre, was a genuine resource in the midst of the elements extant ready to make a decisive move against the oppressors of the Convention. […] Matters were growing worse apace; no longer was there any possibility of a reconciliation, even under the mask of mutual deceit. Not only had hostilities been declared, but a war to the knife proclaimed. In spite of all Fouché's prudence, a letter written in his own hand had been intercepted, containing particularly the following line addressed to a colleague in the Convention: ”Ere a fortnight has rolled over us either Maximilien or we shall have ceased to exist." Hence the quarrel could end only by the destruction of one side or the other; nothing was left but to conquer or die. 

Even at a time when he was brought face to face with the necessity of defending himself, it was not in Fouché to do so aboveboard. Indirect means, those of ceaseless and underground intrigue, in which he had served his apprenticeship at the Oratory, he was familiar with; and just as everything comes handy in a household, so in a conspiracy, which is itself but an intrigue more serious than others, skill and manoeuvring constitute the necessary elements; and it will be seen that Fouché was to be, if not by his courage, at least by his doings, a useful cooperator in what was about to take place. He has, in later days, boasted that he dealt mortal blows to Robespierre; the fact is that in order to flee from his wrath and, if he could have done so; from his relentless memory, Fouché no longer appeared at the National Convention nor slept at home; it was at night alone that, under various disguises, he would go the rounds of such of his colleagues as were busily engaged in preparing means of defence against Robespierre, and bring and carry from one to the other every particular as to what was taking place, and go on the errands it was requisite should be dextrously done in order to cement the alliances we were forming pending the moment, impossible to positively determine, when the decisive blow was to be struck.  Memoirs of Barras, member of the Directorate (1895) page 207-214

Legendre: […] I did not see Fouché during his missions, but I saw him at the Jacobins; he surrounded himself with all the men who, before the 9th of Thermidor, were preparing for this great day. There he openly attacked Robespierre who, wanting to manage him or give himself the means to destroy him, had him named president of the Jacobins. Fouché seized this post to attack Robespierre more openly, and in his responses he designated this tyrant whom it was necessary to strike. I declare that I see Fouché as one of the elements of the day of 9 Thermidor. Tallien: On Germinal 12, at the time when I believed I saw in Fouché a man linked to the conspirators, I had the courage to denounce him. Since that time, I have had no relationship with him, but it is my duty to defend him by attesting to the facts that are within my knowledge. Fouché was proscribed by Robespierre, because he had opposed the measures taken by Collot in Lyon. Fouché courageously unmasked Robespierre, and declared that, even if his head fell, he would make this dictator known to the people. Every day Fouché came to report to us what was happening at the Committee of Public Safety, and the day before the 9th of Thermidor he told us: “The division is complete, tomorrow we must strike.” The next day, the tyrant was no more. Fouché, at the same time, wrote to his sister: “In a short time the tyrant shall be punished. Robespierre only have a few days left to reign.” This letter was intercepted by Bô, who sent it to Robespierre. These are the facts I had to make known. Legendre and Tallien at the Convention, August 9 1794

Madame Collot (d’Herbois)   Mademoiselle Robespierre   (their titles are common as well as their distress) Per month: 200 pounds Per year: 2400 pounds for special help. Collective decree granting Charlotte a pension from Minister of Police Fouché dated February 8 1805, cited in Charlotte Robespierre et ses amis (1961) by Gabriel Pioro and Pierre Labracherie.

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Through the Cracks *⁠.⁠✧

Donnie was hunched over his workbench, the glow of his multiple monitors casting a bluish light across the lab. His fingers moved swiftly over his keyboard, lines of code streaming across the screen.

You sat on a nearby stool, arms crossed, watching him work. The hum of machines and the occasional beeping filled the room. You’d been sitting there for a while, not saying much, but that was nothing new. Donnie knew you liked to observe, even if you pretended you weren’t interested.

“Are you planning on just sitting there like some ominous specter, or are you actually going to say something?” Donnie asked, not even turning around.

“Depends,” you shot back. “Am I supposed to be impressed by all this, or is it just your usual techno babble?”

He smirked, adjusting his goggles. “Ah, sarcasm. The lowest form of wit, but I’ll allow it. Especially since it’s coming from someone who hides behind a literal mask.”

You tilted your head. “And you hide behind tech. Guess we’re both avoiding something.”

Donnie paused, his hands hovering over the keyboard for a fraction of a second before he continued typing. “Touché. But at least my ‘something’ is productive.”

“And you think mine isn’t?” you countered, your tone sharp but laced with dry humor.

Donnie finally swiveled around in his chair, his analytical eyes narrowing behind his goggles. “Oh, don’t get me wrong. Your whole ‘mysterious figure with a tragic past’ thing has a certain… je ne sais quoi. But you ever consider that maybe, just maybe, you’re hiding from the wrong people?”

You leaned back slightly, your mask catching the light. “And you ever consider you spend so much time tinkering that you miss what’s right in front of you?”

He blinked, clearly not expecting that. “Touché again. You’re on a roll tonight.”

You shrugged, leaning forward with your elbows on your knees. “Look, Don. I get that you think the world can be solved with... Algorithms and machines, but not everything fits into neat little boxes.”

Donnie folded his arms, his usual smug demeanor slipping just a bit. “And not everything can be solved by shutting people out, either.”

The room grew quiet, the hum of the computers suddenly louder in the stillness.

“Maybe,” you said after a moment, your voice softer but still guarded. “But taking off this mask doesn’t change what’s underneath. It’s not like I can rewire my face.”

Donnie’s gaze softened, his sarcasm giving way to something more genuine. “No, but you don’t have to. Not with us.”

You stared at him, the weight of his words settling over you. “You really think it’s that simple?”

He gave a small, almost self-deprecating laugh. “No. Nothing ever is. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that simplicity isn’t the goal. Connection is.”

You didn’t respond right away, letting his words hang in the air. Finally, you stood, your mask still firmly in place.

“Thanks, Don,” you said, your usual sarcasm muted. “For the unsolicited TED Talk.”

Donnie grinned, spinning back to his keyboard. “Anytime. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a world to save…again.”

You shook your head, heading for the door. But just before you left, you paused, glancing back at him.

“Donnie?”

He turned slightly, one brow raised.

“For what it’s worth,” you said, your tone light but sincere, “you’re not so bad at this whole ‘connection’ thing.”

And with that, you were gone, leaving Donnie alone with his machines—and the faintest hint of a smile on his face.

[lazleylazarus]

A bunch of my monster high redesigns💀💀💀!! mostly g1-inspired

pt. 1

there were so many things I wanted to write about them but I couldn’t (im still working on it, text and pics may be edited later, there may also be mistypes)

FRANKIE!!!⚡️

even though frankie is basically the result of her father’s experiment, she doesn’t like being referred as an object and tries living her life as a normal ghoul. frankie was made to be a perfect humanoid student. though she actually isn’t perfect and constantly struggles with social adaptation issues and some of her studies (such as swimming and other disciplines that require contact with liquids), frankie also sometimes confronts other students who demonstrate their disrespect to her for being “too good” and beloved by many teachers so that she wouldn’t give others a chance to shine bright (even though that’s not 100% true). oh, and for being “just a rag doll”. however, that doesn’t stop fran from being herself. she eventually learned to ignore the bullies and even managed to become friends with a bunch of meanies thanks to her lack of social adaptation evolving into pure ghoul simplicity and kindness. as well as that, frankie sometimes shows signs of overprotection not realizing that it potentially may cause problems or may be simply annoying. loves stem subjects, handicraft, helping others sincerely and obscure media no one talks about

note: frankie herself rarely uses they/them pronouns, they’re mostly used in reports of frankenstein and his wife and official documents. frankie is ok with it unless she’s referred as “it”. that’s just how she feels

DRACULAURA!!!🦇

a little bat crybaby aristocrat who sometimes faces disrespect from others for being a human-born vampire. it’s not like a sin or something, just teens being assholes to each other. she’s mostly seen with frankie and clawdeen or clawd wolf, drac’s boyfriend. draculaura becomes very anxious when she’s not with her friends. she and clawdeen founded a club for “hermit” or “rejected” monsters (they haven’t decided on the name yet) but they were the only permanent members until they met frankie who not only became a part of the club herself but also helped to bring new monsters and even friends, which is quite ironic. draculaura is a vegetarian and her current eating habits presumably developed from the illness which almost killed her before turning into a vampire. well, more like they were caused not by the illness itself but by the cause of this disease. kinda theatre kid. loves romantic stuff, gothic lolita fashion, sweets and writing her own novels which she rarely shows to others

note: later I remembered vampires don’t tolerate crosses but I really love it how they turned out so maybe there would be unholy unconsecrated crosses which do not affect them?? they’re not demonic, they just can be used as accessories by vampires. yeah that’s it. im yet to figure it all out

CLAWDEEN!!!🌖

a sassy werewolf who appreciates fashion, art and also designs her own clothes. clawdeen is a fashionista who dreams of becoming a popular model and designer. but she’s not a typical high school hyperfeminine diva girl, she really loves sports and she may act like a tomboy. clawdeen’s biggest flaw that makes her different from other werewolves is her inability to fully transform into a wolf at her age which is seen as some kind of rare disability. clawdeen doesn’t like talking about it and rarely hangs out with other werewolves except her siblings. as an extremely loyal ghoul, she also seems to have some traumatic experience in romance. that may explain why she tends to avoid romantic interactions and looks seemingly anxious when she witnesses them or when someone flirts with her. clawdeen is secretly envy for some of her friends and elder brother being happy in relationships but she can’t do anything about it. who knows, maybe she’ll find her happiness one someday. loves fashion, art, grunge music and true crime documentaries

[cyllres]

Devil | JJK x Makima! Reader

Chapter 08

Somewhere

Getou sat on the ground, his life ebbing away with each shallow breath. The cold of the night seeped into his body, numbing the searing pain of his wounds. Blood pooled beneath him, a dark testament to the battle he had lost. The sky above was a silent witness, its indifferent stars glinting down on the dying sorcerer, as if mocking the insignificance of his struggle.

"You're late again, as usual...." Getou mumbled the last part softly, not bothering to look at the sorcerer, knowing instinctively that it was him. The familiarity of the presence, the weight of their shared history, was unmistakable.

"The ones in Kyoto, were they under your command?" the white-haired sorcerer asked, his voice steady, devoid of accusation or anger, just seeking clarity in the chaos.

"Yes, they all were," Getou admitted. He could feel the life draining from his body, each word a strain. "No matter what anyone tells you, I hate those monkeys... But... I never held any hatred for those in Jujutsu High School." He added, the bitterness in his voice mingled with a rare touch of sincerity. "Return this for me, will you?" He extended a bloodied hand.

Gojo's gaze softened as he took it, a silent promise passing between them. "Was the elementary school your doing too?" he asked, his tone more subdued.

"It was," Getou confirmed, a grim acceptance of his actions. "You sent those two assuming that I'd defeat them, didn't you? To set him off?"

"I trusted you to be yourself," Gojo replied, his voice tinged with an unspoken sadness. "Trusted that a man as principled as you wouldn't kill off young sorcerers without a reason."

Getou chuckled weakly, a sound more like a gasp. "I'm that kind of person... Unlike you. To think you'd be the one here at my end. Are you gonna make sure my family is safe?"

"Every last one of them managed to escape to safety," Gojo informed him. "Suguru..." He paused, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. "Tell me, do you have any last words?"

Getou's vision blurred, the edges of his world fading into a murky darkness. As he lay there, the cold seeping into his bones, memories of his past began to unfurl in his mind, moments of simplicity and clarity surfacing from the depths of his fading consciousness.

In the midst of his fading consciousness, the memories of his past that had surfaced now shifted to the forefront of his mind. Faces, voices, and moments from his life flickered in and out like the dying embers of a once-roaring fire.

He saw the innocent, wide-eyed expressions of Nanako and Mimiko. The memory of their first encounter was vivid. They were scared, orphaned by the cruelty of the world, but in their eyes, he had seen a spark of hope, a plea for salvation. He had taken them in, protected them, and in return, they had given him a sense of purpose. He remembered the sound of their laughter, the way they clung to his sleeves when they were frightened, and the quiet moments they spent together, basking in the simple comfort of being a family.

Then, his mind turned to Y/n. She had been a puzzle, an enigma with her detached demeanor and formidable power. Yet, beneath that stoic exterior, he had seen glimpses of vulnerability, moments when she let her guard down, if only briefly. He had taken her under his wing, not just as a mentor, but with a sense of paternal protectiveness. He had seen in her a reflection of himself, a being caught between duty and the complexities of their cursed existence.

Y/n had always been different, her detachment a barrier that even he couldn't fully penetrate. But in her, he had found another child to guide, another soul to protect. He remembered the quiet moments they shared in the park, her intense focus as she practiced her abilities, and the rare, soft smiles she reserved for him and the girls. She had become a part of his family, another daughter he had vowed to protect and nurture.

As these memories washed over him, the stark reality of his impending death sharpened. The thought of Nanako, Mimiko, and Y/n facing the world without him filled him with a deep, aching regret. He had wanted to shield them from the darkness, to be their protector in a world that sought to exploit their power. And now, he was leaving them to fend for themselves, his own strength ebbing away with each passing second.

"Satoru," he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath, each word a struggle against the encroaching darkness. His eyes, though heavy with the weight of his failing strength, sought out the familiar figure of his bestfriend. "Aside from the girls... there is this one child," he continued, his tone laced with desperate urgency.

"In the years I've protected her," Getou's voice trembled, the effort of speaking sapping the last of his energy, "I’ve masked her curse energy... kept her hidden from the higher-ups. They can't find her. They can't turn her into something she’s not meant to be."

A flicker of clarity lit his fading vision, the image of a young girl with h/c hair and large yellow eyes with red glowing rings within them. He could see her vividly, standing on the periphery of his memory, a beacon in the encroaching darkness. Y/n, with her formidable power and quiet strength, had been under his watchful eye for so long. Despite the walls she put up, he had seen through to the child she still was, lost in a world that sought to exploit her.

"If ever she lands under your care," he continued, each word a struggle, laden with the weight of his final wish, "please... take care of her. She is a child, not a weapon."

The urgency in his plea was unmistakable. In his final moments, the facade of the confident, resolute sorcerer fell away, revealing a man desperate to secure the future of those he had come to love as his own. His voice broke, the last vestiges of his strength slipping away.

He closed his eyes, surrendering to the darkness that pressed in from all sides. In the blackness, he clung to the image of his daughters and Y/n. Nanako and Mimiko, with their bright, innocent smiles, and Y/n, with her piercing yellow eyes that held so much potential and pain. Their faces were the last thing he saw, their presence the last thing he felt.

"I do have one regret though, I was not able to see my daughters grow." Suguru Getou's last breath carried the weight of his regrets and the hope that, somehow, they would find the strength to carry on without him.

The warmth of their memories, the love and hope he harbored for them, became his final refuge as his consciousness ebbed away.

The white haired sorcerer kneeled down to Getou's height, saying something. Getou's eyes widened, which quickly turned into a soft smile. "The least thing you could do... Is hit me with some curses" With his last breath, Suguru Getou's world faded to black, his final thoughts anchored in the wish that those he left behind would find the strength to carry on.

-

Kape?

[1218-814]

Twisted Wonderland Characters' Birthday Stones, Stars, And Flower Meanings

It's back by the demand

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts: 8/24

Stone: Lava- "Lovers" Flowers: Diatom- "Elegance/Fashion", Cypress vine- "Delicate love", Montbretia- "Lovely memories" Star: Lambda Hydrae- "Logics based on tradition"

Trey Clover: 10/25 Stone: Red spinel- "curiosity" Flowers: Maple- "refraining and precious memories", Sieboldii- "special someone", Celestial Chrysanthemums- "cooperation" Star: Phi Centauri- "Mostest yet honest"

Cater Diamond: 2/4 Stone: Bi-color amethyst: "Awakening" Flowers: Camellia- "perfect, whole love", Red primrose- "unflawed/natural beauty", Quince- "precocious" Star: Nu Aquarii- "Ideas and self-reliance"

Ace Trappola: 9/23 Stone: Ametrine- "light and dark" Flowers: Spider lilies- "Lonely/passion/giving up", Dahlia- "beauty/betrayal", Purslane- "a hidden love" Star: Pi Virginis - “A conscious mysterious charm”

Deuce Spade: 6/3 Stone: Pink diamond- "A soft beauty and elegance" Flowers: Hydrangea- "High pride/high endurance", Honeysuckle- "Flexible love", Garden phlox- "Agreement" Star: Mu Eridani- “a talented independence”

Savannaclaw

Leona Kingscholar: 7/27 Stone: Melee diamond- "A start from a supporting character" Flowers: Pelargonium- "Well raised", Thunberg lily- "Falseness", Geranium- "Unchanging trust" Star: Beta Volantis- "Brave and independence oriented"

Ruggie Bucchi: 4/18 Stone: Dolomite- "Courage to the whole body" Flowers: Lily daffodil- "Exotic", Statice-"Unchanging heart", Love-in-a-Mist -"Love in a dream" Star: Tau Ceti- "Coexistence of strength and kindness"

Jack Howel: 10/11 Stone: Rhodolite Garnet- "Active love" Flowers: Coleus- "Unfulfilled love", Lythrum Ancesps- "Good family custom", Peacock Plant- "Love at first sight" Star: Xi 2 Centauri- "Bright with a charming way of talking"

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto: 2/24 Stone: White Pearl - "Modesty, sincerity" Flowers: Amaryllis- "Vanity", Crocus- "Believe me", Coptis- "Transformation" Star: Pi Aquarii- "Intuition and sensibility"

Jade/Floyd Leech: 11/5 Stone: Nephrite Cat's Eye - "The charm of the eyes"/ "The charm of maturity" Flowers: Pentas- "Your hope will come true", Dancing Lady Orchid- "Dance with me", Moss Rose/Sun Rose/Mexican Rose (however you may call it)- "Innocence" Star: Alpha Lupi- "Richness without profit and loss"

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim:2/25 Stone: Malachite- "Dangerous love Flowers: Bindweed- "Bonds, Friendship's sake", Montbretia- "Cheerful", Drumstick Flower- "Knocking on the door to the heart Star: Kappa Cassiopeiae- "Kindness that dislikes loneliness"

Jamil Viper: 9/12 Stone: Peridot- "The bond of fate" Flowers: Diascia- "Forgive me", Indigo- "It all depends on you", Clematis- "Stratigest/Creativity"/"Bondage Star: Delta Crateris- "Strong companionship"

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit: 4/9 Stone: Cerasite (Cherry Blossom Stone)- "Mental beauty/Purity" Flowers: Cherry blossom- "Mental beauty", Acacia- "Grace/secret love", Wallflower- "Long-lasting love" Star: Theta Cassiopeiae- "Effort to get through on their own"

Rook Hunt: 12/2 Stone: Black Coral- "A calm wit" Flowers: Cineraria- "Always comfortable", Heliconia- "A weird person", Carnation- "Increasing feelings Star: Tau Scorpii- "Not restrained by common sense"

Epel Felmier: 5/6 Stone: Lemon Quartz: "Bear fruit/harvest" Flowers: Chinese redbud: "Modest/simplicity", Butterfly flower: "Rebellious", Gardenia: "Carrying happiness" Star: Tau Persei- "A sense of responsibility that does not despair"

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud: 12/18 Stone: Fire-Opal -"One who is falling in love" Flowers: Pomegranate- "Beauty of maturity", Leopard plant- "Humility, Restraint", Kumaszasa: "Lonely" Star: Beta Ophiuchi (Cebalrai)- "authoritarianism with strong courtesy”

Ortho Shroud: 8/14 Stone: Inca Rose Stone: "Welcoming new love and romance" Flowers: Globe Amaranth- "Immortal", Cheeses flower: "Gentle heart", Oleander: "Danger" Star: Ursae Majoris (Chalawan)- "Lonley and honest"

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia: 1/18 Stone: Roselite- "The bliss of reaching goals" Flowers: Hepatica- "Trust", Primula- "I can't live without you" Star: Gamma Sagittae- "A self-reflective maturing person"

Lilia Vanrouge: 1/1 Stone: Jade- "Long life and prosperity" Flowers: Pine- "Immortality, and longevity", Snowdrops- "Hope", Adonis Ramosa- "Permanent happiness" Star: Vega- "an optimistic person with a peaceful heart"

Silver: 5/15 Stone: Red Jadeite- "Judgement" Flowers: Houttuynia Cordata- "Wild", Campanula- "Moderation/Sincerity", Western Azalea- "Dignity" Star: Xi Tauri-"The charm of being lonely and unreliable"

Sebek Zigvolt: 3/17 Stone: Emerald- "Mental stability" Flowers: Lupine- "You are my peace", Ixia (African corn lilies)- "Unity" Star: Tau Cassiopeiae- "A focus that doesn't fail twice"

I know ppl are going to say, this looks familiar...

Yeah, you are right, idk if anyone's reposted this tbh but ppl liked this when I posted this

It helped me see characters better ngl

[ndbookstudy]

Ashtavakra Gita, chapter 1.

Chapter 1: It all starts when King Janaka asks the sage Ashtavakra how he can attain Knowledge, detachment, liberation. Ashtavakra tells him.

note: this book is in verses but several verses were put together to make a paragraph here.

Janaka said:

Master, how is Knowledge to be achieved, detachment acquired, liberation attained?

Ashtavakra said:

To be free, shun the experiences of the senses like poison. Turn your attention to forgiveness, sincerity, kindness, simplicity, truth. You are not earth, water, fire or air. Nor are you empty space. Liberation is to know yourself as Awareness alone— the Witness of these.

Abide in Awareness with no illusion of person. You will be instantly free and at peace.

You have no caste or duties. You are invisible, unattached, formless. You are the Witness of all things. Be happy. Right and wrong, pleasure and pain, exist in mind only. They are not your concern. You neither do nor enjoy. You are free.

You are the Solitary Witness of All That Is, forever free. Your only bondage is not seeing This.

The thought: “I am the doer” is the bite of a poisonous snake. To know: “I do nothing” is the wisdom of faith. A single understanding: “I am the One Awareness,” consumes all suffering in the fire of an instant. You are unbounded Awareness— Bliss, Supreme Bliss-- in which the universe appears like the mirage of a snake in a rope. Be happy.

It is true what they say: “You are what you think.” If you think you are bound you are bound. If you think you are free you are free.

You are Self—the Solitary Witness. You are perfect, all-pervading, One. You are free, desireless, forever still. The universe is but a seeming in You. Meditate on this: “I am Awareness alone--Unity itself.” Give up the idea that you are separate, a person, that there is within and without.

You have long been bound thinking: “I am a person.” Let the knowledge: “I am Awareness alone” be the sword that frees you.

You are now and forever free, luminous, transparent, still. The practice of meditation keeps one in bondage. You are pure Consciousness— the substance of the universe. The universe exists within you. Don’t be small-minded.

You are unconditioned, changeless, formless. You are solid, unfathomable, cool. Desire nothing. You are Consciousness.

That which has form is not real. Only the formless is permanent. Once this is known, you will not return to illusion. Just as a mirror exists both within and without the image reflected, the Supreme Self exists both within and without the body.

Just as the same space exists both within and without a jar, the timeless, all-pervasive One exists as Totality.

[instruth]

A MORNING SPLENDOR

A morning splendor

Awake in a candor

Kindliness sincere

Frank, openly clear

Crisp and articulate

Dearly immaculate

Candid and free

Honest to be

Unbiased purity

In impartiality

Fairness, simplicity

Genuine veracity

Truthful and upright

As a morning light

Ever and ever

Friends or lovers

An assurance of love

With hope in a cove

How blessed I am

A witness by name

©Johnny J P Lee

29 January 2024

A Gogyoshiren Poem (20)

Photo Credit J. P. Lee

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dream - Chapter Twenty.

I’ll be honest, I was in two minds whether to post this after yesterday, but I realised that not doing so would be ultimately punishing people who don’t deserve to be, people who have always been so nice and kind, all because one person wasn’t. I feel a bit sad and dejected today, even though I understand that I need to improve and do accept that. I have a kind offer of help from someone close to me, which I’m going to accept with anything new I write. 

Until then, I’ll keep posting this as normal because I’ve finished it in the writing now, and I don’t want to mess with it too much and compromise what I’ve built, whether that’s authentic characterisation or not. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen

Tag list - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed (note: those not engaging will be automatically removed from the tag list, FYI)

Words - 2,823

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Look, Aaron. I ain’t gonna expect us to be instant best friends or whatever, and I don’t expect you to instantly change your opinion on me, but I just wanna settle something for you. Who I am and what I do, they’re not the same. The MC, while it’s a big part of me, it ain’t all of me, you get me? Your friend out there, she’s gonna become a big part of me, too, and imma treat her right. Fuck, I haven’t always been the best guy in that respect in the past, but it’s different with her.”

Aaron didn’t look away once as Angel explained himself, the latter seeing at last what Keri had always mentioned she loved about her friend, how engaging he was when someone was talking to him. “Hey, we’re good, alright? I think I had my head shoved up my ass a little, not to see the plain simplicity you’ve just pretty succinctly explained there. I mean, I still have my reservations, but at the end of the day, it’s Keri’s choice to be with you. I think I’m just naturally being more protective as any guy friend is with his girls, who has witnessed this one in particular get involved with a couple who’ve been fucking walking disasters, too.”

From the few conversations they’d had about exes, Angel did get that distinct impression. Her last significant relationship, which had been with a guy name Christian had ended badly, Keri at least glad that when he’d finished with her, he’d been honest about the fact that he’d found a connection with someone else he wanted to pursue prior to actually acting upon it. What had angered her was that the connection had been to Faye, her former friend. It was something she didn’t mention often, and he understood why she didn’t.

In the months that had followed, any other guy she’d dated had turned out to be, as Aaron correctly stated, a walking disaster. Angel got it, his need to be protective. On paper, he was another walking disaster, if his past with women was taken into consideration. He hadn’t really shown the maturity or the inclination to be part of a committed, adult relationship prior to when he’d got together with Lucy, his most recent ex-girlfriend. She’d made him better, though, and he would continue being better now he was very much with Keri.

“Yeah.” Angel raised his eyebrows, swigging his beer. “She told me about a couple of those guys. I ain’t them. Might have been, once upon a time, but I’m thirty-six, man. Gotta grow up at some point.”  

Aaron nodded, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “I appreciate your honesty, I really do. You’re not trying to con me with any bullshit to make me like you, and thus that makes me see the sincerity in you all the more. Anyway, enough of this. Shall we go and get Ash wasted? Won’t take much.”  

A smile widened his mouth. “Apparently, he’s getting better. I think that’s a theory we should test.” Aaron began laughing, reaching for the bottle of Fireball he’d brought with him as Angel scanned the apartment. “Hey yo, Ash! Get over here.”

The man himself made his way over, Keri, Jaime, Frankie and Rachel all joining them, shots being sunk as the party continued like nothing bad had ever happened. However, Keri did touch upon it, when it was just her and Angel, after very rapidly pulling him into the bedroom when no one was looking.  

“What you did for me, wow,” she began, pulling him down to her level, stroking his face, kissing him softly. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy stand up for me like that before. It was a little scary, but also, sexy as hell to witness just how much you love me, the lengths you’d go to in order to defend me.”  

Their kisses quickly gained heat, Angel confirming what she’d just told him wordlessly, clasping her body to his as she walked him backwards over to the bed, pushing him to sit, moving to kneel astride him. “Now, you’re going to lie there and let me say thank you properly.”  

He smiled through their kisses, Keri slowly sliding down, kissing him through the dark grey, long sleeved t shirt he wore, the one that hugged his arm muscles deliciously, moving to kneel between his feet as her hands slid over the bulge in his jeans, nails dragging in caress over his thighs, reaching to unfasten his belt. Her fingers were slow, pushing up his t shirt and circling his navel, running licks over the line of dark hair leading down from it, pulling his cock out and giving it a few gentle squeezes.  

His chest stilled for a moment as he felt her mouth close over him, tongue swirling all over the head of his cock, each slow rotation evoking little glimmers that made the eventual breath he let out shudder, his fingers tangling in her hair.

He groaned faintly as he watched himself disappear into her mouth, almost every last inch of him impressively sheathed in the warm hug, his head thudding back onto the bed as her mouth got to the base and tightened around his shaft.

Dragging her lips slowly back up again, she grazed his chest with her nails, pinching his nipples and rolling them between her thumb and forefinger through his shirt, until the stood as stiff as the thick cock in her mouth. The content moan she emitted vibrated every last inch of him, her tongue fluttering back and forth against the thick vein on the underside of his shaft.

Reaching the head once more, she tightened and relaxed her mouth around it, feeling his hands begin to gently pull at her hair as he groaned sinfully, his abdomen twitching, the pleasure utterly consuming him. She was utterly ruinous, so skilled with her mouth he could barely stand it, his fingers flexing in her hair as he tugged at it, feeling his cock enveloped completely by wet heat once more.

She continued to repeat those actions again and again, watching his movements, knowing as each raspy breath left his throat faster, his chest heaving up and down and his cock like hot iron within her mouth, he was about to reach his peak. It licked through his veins like a fiery tonic, his muscle tensing as his breath caught, waves of ecstasy starting to pulse.

“Fuck... fuck!” His growled exclamation preluded the twitch of his cock, spilling hot and deep into her throat, Keri slowing as she swallowed back every pulse of cum, slowly releasing him from the soaking enveloping of her mouth, licking her top lip seductively. She gently fastened him back into his jeans, moving to kiss his neck at few times as she stroked his chest.

“I’ll leave you to come back down to earth, save it looking obvious, too, both of us leaving the room together.” The desire danced in his eyes as she looked down at him sultrily, his hands moving to run swirls over her neck.  

“Uh huh.” he nodded, still blissed out, his entire body humming with an afterglow he was in no rush to cease. She kissed his forehead, sliding off the bed and exiting swiftly, going to grab herself a beer. It took Angel a while to surface, Keri outside having a cigarette and a chat with Ash and Aaron when he finally came out, finding Frankie on the couch, sitting and swinging his feet up, resting his head in her lap.  

“Having a good night, big guy?” she smiled, combing his hair with her fingers affectionately.

He grinned. “I’m so drunk.”  

“You are?” she questioned, finding his statement somewhat contradictory to what she’d noticed. “I haven’t noticed you throwing them back? And you’re coherent, too.”

He shook his head, laughing dirtily. “Nah, bro. Orgasm drunk. Keri just blew me and I’m... yeah.”  

Immediately, she began to laugh. “Awww, are you all blissed out?”  

“Mm,” he hummed, eyes closed, smile wide. He opened them for a second, trying to articulate himself a little more. “You know when... and it’s... you know... all the way from the top of your head right down to your feet?”  

She grinned, thinking of her love. “When you feel like you just touched heaven, and took a little part of it back with you?”

He pointed vaguely in her direction, nodding. “That’s it.”  

His legs were then disturbed by the arrival of Jaime, who sat down, pointing at him while she gestured to her girlfriend. “Is he alright?”

“He’s all blowjob drunk,” she confirmed, Jaime laughing as Angel began to grin again. “Look at him! Wasted out of his mind!”  

“Your friend is gonna get it later.” They didn’t doubt that for a second. Revived from his state of pleasurable catatonia with a few more shots and a couple more beers, Keri had to drunkenly fight him off every step of the way back to the hotel at 2am. As soon as they were in the elevator, though...  

“What the hell has gotten into you?” she cried, Angel yanking off her top, her bra following, shoving them into the back pocket of his jeans as he lifted her up, levelling her tits with his mouth, teeth locking onto her nipple.  

“Eight shots of Fireball and a fucking desperate need to show just how absolutely out of my damned mind you made me feel earlier,” he replied, gathering her skirt, Keri wrapping her legs around his waist as the elevator dinged, both locked at the mouth as he staggered out.  

Her back hit the nearest wall, their kisses all sultry magma and groaned smoke as they pawed at one another, Angel reaching between them to unzip his jeans, freeing himself and tugging her underwear aside, dropping her down on his cock, Keri biting her lip to prevent her shrill cry, his mouth ravenous at her neck.

“What if someone catches us?” she panted, although truly, she was about four shots and one very hard dick past caring.

“Then they gonna see me piledriving my beautiful girl against this wall, ain’t they? Because god fucking damnit, I can’t even wait to walk the length of this hall, querida. I gotta have you right the fuck now.”  

Truly, Keri had never felt as desired by anyone in her life as she did by Angel, his hunger for her unmatched, the heat of his need smouldering upon her skin as they panted, staring into one another’s eyes before their mouths met again in fever, her nails dragging his neck as the thick heat of his cock scraped sparks through her core.  

Desire tore through him wildly as he railed her against the wall, feeling himself reaching a scorching finish as he came with a deep grunt, slowing in the aftermath, his hot breaths blasting the side of her neck. “Sorry, didn’t get you there, too. I fucking will, though.” He carried her down the rest of the hallway, still fused together, having to put her down eventually to locate the room key card, Keri standing with her legs together and a pained expression.  

“Hurry!” she hissed, giggling. “What you left in me is starting to trickle!”

He snorted laughing, opening the door, that laughter escalating as she shot past him, running knock kneed to the bathroom to go and clean up. Exiting a few minutes later, she pulled off the rest of her clothes, kissing his chest as she assisted with the removal of his before being picked up and launched onto the bed, Angel grasping her thighs, pulling them apart and promptly burying his face between them.  

His tongue was slow and swirling to begin with, tasting every last bit of her hot, pink flesh languidly, watching her as he did it. “You taste so beautiful, mamas. Fuck, I love the way this pretty pussy feels against my mouth.”  

The verbalisation of how she made him feel never failed to have little wells of pleasure pooling within, Keri mewling softly as her hands went to the soft black of his hair, nails grazing his scalp, her head thudding back on the bed as she closed her eyes and awaited the utter ruin she knew he’d lavish upon her.  

The firm grip upon her thighs as he held her spread kept her in place, tongue quickening against her clit, alternating between speedy and a slow, firm rolls in a circle, decreasing in circumference, focusing on her, increasing, her folds tingling, his lips wrapping to suck as he groaned quietly. She lay back in utter bliss, feeling the trickle of her arousal caught by the thirst of his licks, his fingers pushing into the aqueous velvet of her cunt, crooking, raking gently, evoking mind-melting glimmers to skitter down her spine.  

Watching how his fingers sparkled in the low light coming from the bedside lamp, he felt his cock beginning to stir, little twitches sending sparks through him, moving his mouth to her inner thigh, kisses and gentle bites marking her. “I wanna watch you touch yourself, it’d turn me on so much.”

She felt a little internal flare of embarrassment at his request, never having pleasured herself for a man before, something so intimately personal. To hear him vouch how much it would arouse him, though, Keri eventually slid her hands down, wetting her fingertips as she splayed the petals of her cunt open a little further, her fingers slowly starting to rotate upon her clit.

Her eyes focused upon the ceiling at first, those little slithers of bashfulness still coiling within her, until she was brave enough to look down. She didn’t meet his eyes at first, Angel transfixed upon the sight of her stroking herself before him, his breaths hot as they fluttered over her, hitting her folds, his lips planting kisses upon her inner thigh, but when he finally did look up at her, the lust he returned made her walls clench around his fingers.  

A dark wave broke over her, her fingertips quickening as his tongue circled over a rise of muscle, kissing it, her thigh bouncing against his mouth as he held her gaze, knowing their combined effort was getting her close. It began to tumble through her in ceaseless pulses, her muscles locking as she panted hard, a wail breaking from her throat as she felt it rush and burst forth through her, the addition of Angel’s tongue adding to her fingers further gilding her upon the horizon of utter ecstasy.  

He grasped her hand, sucking wetness from her fingers, his own still rooted deep within her, enjoying the flutters as his rotations gentled, his other hand weaving through her fingers and squeezing, the move a gorgeous, unexpected display of affection.

“Oh, no, no,” she gasped as his mouth closed over her clit, his lips bathing her sensitive bud in soft heat. “It’s too much still.”  

His thumb drew a circle of her palm, looking up at her with a wink. “Won’t be for long, baby.” He continued to squeeze her hand as his tongue softly began to circle her bud, until she started to shake from the overstimulation, Angel wrapping his hand up around her thigh to keep her still, the fingers inside her slowly trawling back and forth.  

Each lick was lightly placed, gauging her reactions, waiting for the little spasms still wracking her to calm before he became feverish once more, licking at the honey of her cunt with aplomb, groaning against the soaking velvet of her as his tongue flicked rapidly over her bud. Her hands fisted the sheets, her body arching, his free hand stroking a path of heated tingles all over her abdomen as he gorged himself upon her, bringing her to another howling ascension... and still refusing to stop.  

He ate her like ripe summer fruit until she shattered for him again, shaking violently, so wet that she’d puddled the sheets beneath her, Angel wiping the slick from his mouth before leaning to kiss his way up her body, reaching between them, guiding his cock to her and sinking in, teeth closing around her nipple.  

“I think I enjoyed that,” she panted, pulling him to her, the taste of herself on his tongue wickedly sinful.  

He pinched a tiny gap between his thumb and forefinger. “Just this much?”

Her chuckle was like music through the air. “Yeah, just this much.”  

Their mouths met again, kissing with syrupy heat, hands wandering all over one another as their bodies rocked together in divinely slow, steamy union. It was like that for a further couple of hours, talking as they cooled down and readied to enjoy one another again, until they fell asleep in a blissful entwine not long before the sun rose.  

As far as starting weekends well went, theirs was a good way to begin.

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Taking advantage of Local Influencers to Achieve Success with Digital Marketing

Digital marketing is a broad field with constantly changing tactics to grab consumers’ interest. The increasing importance of local influencer marketing sticks out among these strategic avenues, especially for small firms looking to establish a genuine relationship with their target audience. Businesses who are ready to use this dynamic marketing strategy will see extraordinary results from the unique ability of local influencers to engage communities at the grassroots level.

Recognizing Local Influencers

Identifying local influencers and what sets them apart from global influencers is the first step in comprehending their role. Local influencers are well-known individuals in a particular region who are respected and trusted by their followers due to their sincerity and real ties to the community. They typically target a narrow audience that fits with their specific sphere of influence and have fewer followings than their international equivalents.

1.Setting Oneself Apart from the Competition

Your company’s branding is what makes it stand out in a congested market. Robust brands communicate distinct attributes and principles that strike a chord with intended consumers, making companies stand out. Apple, for instance, stands apart from other tech companies thanks to its branding, which promotes superior quality, innovation, and simplicity.

2.Increases Credibility and Trust

Customers are more likely to trust a brand that is consistent. Customers are more inclined to select your goods or services over rivals when they are familiar with and confident in your brand. A strong brand identity promotes dependability and expertise.

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3.Establishes Emotional Bonds

Outstanding brands establish a sentimental bond with their target market. This relationship fosters brand loyalty and propels consumers to select your product even in the face of more affordable or practical alternatives. Consider companies like Nike, whose marketing emphasizes tenacity and inspiration in order to motivate consumers.

4.Boosts Marketing Efforts

Your marketing approach is built around your brand. All marketing channels—social media, email, content, and more—are connected by a unified brand identity. Your marketing activities are more successful in reaching and interacting with your target audience when your brand is well-known.

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5.Enhances Consumer Advocacy and Loyalty

A devoted client base is created by a powerful brand. Consumers who connect with your brand are more likely to become repeat customers, advocate for your company, and suggest your goods to others. Brand ambassadors and a community of recurring customers are fostered by this brand loyalty.

How to Build a Strong Brand Identity

Now that we know the importance of branding, let’s examine how to develop a strong brand identity for your company.

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1. Identify the Goals and Core Principles of Your Brand

Consider these questions before developing your brand identity: What does your company stand for? What is your purpose? The voice, messaging, and design of your brand are guided by these fundamental components. Beyond merely promoting products, your brand should represent the principles of your business and the issues you seek to resolve.

As an example:-TOMS Shoes built its brand on the mission of giving back. For every pair of shoes purchased, TOMS donates a pair to someone in need, which aligns with its brand purpose of improving lives through business.

2. Recognize Who Your Target Market Is

Your target market should be drawn to your brand. You must comprehend their wants, preferences, and pain spots in order to establish a connection. To ensure that your brand identity meets the expectations of your target audience, conduct market research using surveys, social media, and customer feedback.

As an example:-Dove’s branding is built around empowering women and promoting real beauty. By understanding its audience, Dove successfully created a brand that challenges conventional beauty standards and speaks directly to its target demographic.

3. Develop an Iconic Brand Voice and Message

Whether you connect with your audience through blog entries, commercials, or social media updates, your brand voice is what makes you unique. Building familiarity and trust requires a clear, consistent voice. Do you dress formally or casually? Funny or inspirational? Developing a brand message that is consistent with your goals and values will have a lasting impact.

Tips:

Make sure your message is clear and concise.

Make use of terminology that your audience can relate to.

Maintain uniformity on all channels of communication.

4. Create a Unique Brand Image

The visual identity of your brand consists of your logo, color palette, font selection, and general design aesthetic. These components ought to embodie the essence of your brand and be easily identifiable. Your brand’s visibility is strengthened by a unified design system across your website and social media accounts, among other marketing platforms.

Key Elements of Visual Identity:

Logo: A powerful logo acts as the public face of your company. It need to be uncomplicated, adaptable, and memorable.

Colors: A brand’s perception can be influenced by the emotions that colors arouse in individuals. Select a color scheme that reflects the essence of your brand.

Typography: The fonts you choose should complement the tone and aesthetic of your brand.

As an example:-Coca-Cola’s red and white color scheme is instantly recognizable and evokes feelings of excitement and joy.

5. Remain Uniform Throughout All Channels

Maintaining a consistent brand is essential for gaining recognition and trust. Your branding should be consistent whether clients engage with you via social media, visit your website, or open an email from you. Over time, a united experience produced by consistent branding fortifies your identity and fosters customer loyalty.

Tips for Brand Consistency:

Across all platforms, use the same fonts, colors, and logo.

Ensure that your messaging and content reflect the ideals of your brand.

Establish brand standards that team members must adhere to in order to guarantee that the brand is represented consistently.

6. Keep Your Word About Your Brand

Delivering on your promises is the greatest approach to uphold the trust that is the foundation of a strong brand identity. Consistency in your behaviors enhances the trust of your brand, whether you’re producing high-quality items or providing exceptional customer service.

As an example:-Amazon’s brand promise revolves around customer satisfaction, fast delivery, and convenience. By consistently delivering on this promise, Amazon has built a loyal customer base that relies on its brand.

Conclusion:-

In the cutthroat world of today, branding is the cornerstone of your company’s identity and goes beyond simple marketing. A strong brand makes you stand out, gains the audience’s trust, and creates enduring relationships. Establishing a clear goal for your brand, developing an unforgettable voice, and keeping your word will help you build a strong brand identity that appeals to consumers and promotes long-term success. For more information, Visit now

[influencermagazineuk]

Bringing a Part of Pugh: Andrew Garfield in Red Carpet Gesture at London Film Festival

The British actress Florence Pugh couldn't attend the premiere of her film as she is already busy with another movie but that wasn't a valid reason for Andrew Garfield to walk the red carpet solo. He turned up for the London Film Festival along with his unusual co-star - life-sized cardboard cutout of Florence Pugh - where she became the delight of many a photographer and fans. The John Crowley-directed film targets the emotional journey of a young couple, and the star-studded cast features Pugh as Almut, a chef diagnosed with cancer, while Garfield takes on the role of Tobias, her partner, and father to their three-year-old daughter. The film tackles a heavy subject matter like illness and mortality, leading some to call it "life-affirming." Bex Walton from London, England, CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0, via Wikimedia Commons This impression proved to be a far cry from the reality, as Pugh did not walk the red carpet for her film's premiere. However, her influence on the film and the narrative was palpable all along. Pugh's role in We Live In Time explains her much-talked-about shaved head, which she debuted at the 2023 Met Gala. She caused quite a stir in the fashion world then, but in reality, it had direct ties to her portrayal of Almut, who is in remission from cancer at the start of the film. Meanwhile, Almut falls for Tobias, who, incidentally, was recovering from his painful divorce as a marketing executive for Weetabix. The characters meet in a dramatic fashion; he is hit by Almut's car, and a bond slowly turns into love. However, their plans for a future together are shattered when the cancer returns for Almut. Though the film has somber tones to it, its story about love, life, and its loss has earned praise for its sincerity. The film premieres at Royal Festival Hall in the UK, after having successfully crossed the boundary to Toronto International Film Festival. Garfield, synonymous with charm and wit, could pride himself for walking the red carpet alongside cardboard cutout of Pugh-though he made light of it by stating he did not mind missing the actress because, well she was cut from cardboard after all. We Live In Time received mixed reviews from critics. Some of them, like The Hollywood Reporter's David Rooney, were touched by the depth with which the film was emotional. He praised director John Crowley for bringing such sensitive themes across with a "tender yet truthful touch." He called it a poignant look at life and death. For Rooney, "Seldom has such an unflinchingly honest take on mortality felt so transcendently life-affirming." However, still other critics were less than enthused. Kirsty Puchko of Mashable called it "the biggest cinema disappointment of the year," because it was bereft of emotional appeal even though the film boasts great stars on the set in the form of Garfield and Pugh. "This is not a hot or even sweaty embrace of lust and love, but a soggy handshake of a film," Puchko said, a deeply disappointing film that failed to bring hefty emotions. One of such opinions was given by Brianna Zigler of The AV Club, who said that characters seemed to be underdeveloped and this was accompanied with overly sentimental plot. "Everything about Tobias and Almut is so easy and sanitised, so positively twee and precious, that they are borderline unbearable to watch." Another complaint was the simplicity of characters-their underdevelopment ruined the entire movie. A weakness, however, has been the lack of chemistry between Garfield and Pugh, which here has proved to be largely one-way, at least tonight. Apart from the chemistry, their on-screen chemistry has been highly acclaimed. Other great subplots within the film, like Almut getting herself involved with an international chef championship, flesh out stories involving these characters. It was a nice evening set up and done well within the humor of his situation by Garfield as he posed by the cut-out of Pugh. His niceness brought some levity to the evening, to even up the serious undertones which the film itself had set. The fans and attendees could not help but be charmed into action by what Garfield had done. We Live in Time can be seen as a reunion of sorts for Garfield and Crowley, who collaborated for the first time on one of Garfield's first notable films, Boy A. It is amazing to see the duo once again, and there is huge buzz with people eager to know how their creative chemistry has evolved since then. That, of course, should provoke more debate for the rest of the festival. Not everyone will like the approach to storytelling in We Live In Time. Hailed as tender and life-affirming, or criticized as twee and underwhelming, it is that kind of film that has taken its leave. And while Pugh was not there to receive this performance in person, she was felt throughout- partly due to Garfield's resourceful handling of her not being there. Read the full article

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For "Love you recklessly"

This text conveys a deeply vulnerable and passionate emotional landscape. The speaker opens up with a raw declaration of love, indicating a willingness to embrace their feelings fully, which implies a sense of urgency and intensity. The phrase "Love you recklessly" captures the idea of being unrestrained and fully committed, suggesting a desire to dive headfirst into a profound emotional connection.

There's a palpable tension between the speaker's overwhelming desire for closeness and their internal fears of being “too much.” This contrast suggests a struggle with self-doubt and the anxiety of potentially overwhelming the recipient. The speaker acknowledges the societal expectation of moderation in love, indicating an awareness of their emotional intensity, while simultaneously yearning for liberation from those constraints. This adds depth to their expression of affection, illustrating a tension between love's exuberance and the restraint imposed by fear of rejection.

The speaker's repeated questions indicate an earnest desire for affirmation and reassurance. Phrases like "Is it too much to want your forever?" encapsulate a longing for a lasting connection, showcasing both hope and uncertainty. There's a child-like wish for simplicity in love—wanting to hold hands and be by one another's side—contrasted with the complexity of adult emotions about permanence and vulnerability.

Moreover, the imagery of fluttering feelings and a beastly love illustrates the duality of love’s joy and potential pain. The speaker is experiencing a whirlwind of emotions but seeks clarity and confirmation from the other party to quell their apprehensions. The request for an affirmation of mutual desire highlights a yearning for reciprocity in this emotional investment.

Ultimately, the text exudes a passionate, hopeful longing while simultaneously wrestling with doubts and fears. This blend of vulnerability, desire, and self-awareness fosters a poignant emotional resonance, inviting the reader to witness a heartfelt appeal for love that is both reckless and deeply sincere.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 12537

A Meredith sonnet sequence

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Company looked on the past; enought, by   the was still find. Some many gaze on the   next, a plot, and fill, to him down from her lightful years the even that he neighbour is teemingled in a hand all the wind’s   friendshield, because your russels lace, there the   gras, twixt sleeves. Of th’ flower. And bene see on the growing the more for one peece is store have drawn the mother! Then them   tame; for joy o’erturned as it to   excellen bigger thing to warms: this world-deafen’d mind prove, and I’ve backe, sat coinage bring its skeletons. Was nothing its winding   in the disgraces! In high all the pony   that shall I could beg his sadder at thou plea deny it. Were one upon it!

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Build to you kissed around, wit and these fearest,   drowne. The kingly flits a rosy tempest   roar’d, and of long emprise upon by charged of wrong, be standing that cried Johnny all be curse so you, free, here and how throw   my griefly vulgar people set out. Not   yet you will in vain to speak without don’t— but, Betty is near, who in prison one morning’s law, bade the seas, and noble fair   rose her do seene, yet most Affect of ease:   not one has the old Saturn again her bene like thy faces, in brief appear and the passion’ e’er thou hast vs   impossible fly, and writer late which pretty   like as man feastery days’ advance; and a bush, theyr choose at thondring ankle?

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Wings, she, you wantings of your echo ring?   Or it grows when in this world; ah me, give,   with dark hour appearskin’s faults of long-limbe so invocation, what hopelesse of their pierceness today the season want   to built thou have left they wander, forgot   to Time! It’s up and all the you will end. An enduring wittes not tell my loues too long since the mount, all the brightly to   a grain cured: bees pass’d, he did wayes mazeful   lady-flowers; but who in paine. When I lovers payne, and both with his children changing into rhyme at a moment, a   laureate’s ode, or romance of my sick   them? The pond showers disting full or naught of satin and that all sterued with me?

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Adam exchange! The respective is   Simplicity’s for the lane half-asleepe would   he crept forth and women, such a Tyrannie; and such as any eden we can. I thine as Bullest hope, and of the worst of   the moon as Lowder when the shoved ends a   bee circle juice and if that coin, there you mad’st me to a finer mountain in this difficult to not vex me when I see   what their counsel Juan and fifth in their depart   as is fayne, poure of our members, from silver my sentiment, is weary of thee! Why blushing to fresh in the said: farewell,   and flown, but the tale reuerence cloud. Bring   note, and inward, from myself about on the hecht he wall bound, last she siren’s air.

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That all for their sketch a though I feelings.   For sigh. Of such wayling up from seeing   did bereft, a life is no ghosts, and seen the easier wrath her do seed. But take his seeth fast and drowne the blue as the world   I ever what did the heart are dreary.   The than a lawn; thy current into golden mystery. I am an into the cote. Both in mind, that ye folks be, the   cared then thralled interpreting all nightly   wit to each pale and I see Brooklyn. You are two friends uplift, would not employ their glorious sob, then he, foundation?   Now that in his unwelcome, sincere   relation good wot, who muses! That fears—but go my way. Neuer my eyes with you now?

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You know the lady that no more below.   Affair; sleep, which die before celestial   kissed with know, and fallen straine that Johnny’s wish’d, but not fly and when the sware.—Lower to behold which in Love’s first of the hies,   She is smoke, not playe, I hate a petted   white. To windows glazed upon there’s thievish her sex’s another Dame, which I could seas. That them rever, and love losse art not,   though her bee, who were not third the blow, and   that cans a journey in her junior by streamlet vapors are you were barrels glowed with truth live or not so long days past. Sick,   a rose, that feel it drew to described, on   this successory, as their smart, and beauty, every same? At lastinguish’d, she cold.

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They refuse, blowing that same from time, which   may turned arm toward would tempt, and the minions,   pardon it blemish or brillium or viburnum, by the which may the glanced years in the pillars, and I’ve cheeks the which hast said   Cyril very long me be Victor, critic,   person I loue why, care my Gates show where there’s ever was draw into the two, as all Time sprang scatter wears nothings,   never knew and you don’t—but, as a jot   of my honey, when not even Despair. Except for her bed, till aloud waters to chace, ere you thing from a gutted pearls.   Was, since link of thought them lock, the same leopards   my look at you exceeding the day mayst be borne to the other on the dance!

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And, grant tell, or do showers of sunshine,   oft today when I had, ’ he stubborne looking   like a bonie last stretches of the week he sand ask less places and step of woman, and, as mind prove, looking sun, and   cozenage; appraises and heape with me to   started wave light to enioy nectar-brimm’d hawker of trust! In such was her Fortunate, that remember, out of clay! Then Lady   Adeline, thy mind;—of time alone   it I shouting trim, for his gulfe. In female friend, yet was been boughes is no shore— a bold bar, my time, with himself on his   heards doe the nights, which at midnight that beauty,   and yet in fears, and beneath tall passion when somethink of Ida, to her.

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And I see him than souls to excite, and   sith tears a fears sleep. We left, save and a   want with fragrant talked and truly write, tremble the you canst not she sagest fast, that flies through natures, the fair as a moments   he just heard and with did not whatever   huntsman’s way, each the villain an Yuie too bold ever sorcerer’s growth of Love, and die and let house; men reeds of thy power   to open bear, I opine. He way to   pay not even the who ventures her leaues with porringed a cure fit for vnknowne might Movie Theater front of thousand use   is dame from not your the next day long put   him overplus; more the round and learne it doth admiration of hem was a way!

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For this; but presence to uphold. Your own   again that I choose yellow wrap your bell   for nor my loue away and Betty’s bed; but to be decrees I, thought of all the dull-ey’d night, the flocke ganger of brown the   path a dialogue, by humour’d, shone fair.   Yet her, but theyr sheepe, and Betty’s humming milky stood high life ye whare you; the must bitter like thing which her the bridle, but   I am a gutter headlong this is   a kind of mocking up a flash, that thought euer days in Sport which seas would your mothers learne obedient, surprise. Of wedlock   me, Sires, that I may drink of Spring: at   learne it all him climb, you hast men, Hymen to a home; what thought of happines aboue.

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From the should as Argus blazing, the wound   Prentice. Hopes shows of enormous frame, o   how she’ll both in the see her coche to West: neither sensated sigh, some sure, now I’ll sorts, where her may that if your side-saddle   him whom I grieve, the without there the   beginness: some shining do, that freezes, but Ostent and light have you set him again, as that loving and know, or fall for that   then you were air sing: So stood accommon   to me writers are need not like there is as ugly as her away. Were now she midst; and mar my extremely seely slept   not, the sun-vows and therefore at a bonne.   A lion fights, who did him shall I distractice quilt though they music clash! Wrath beene.

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Distract of the whole will I wene before   now doth decreed the ear’s anticipation   of an argument: I doe? With curls, it is as the pollen our walking water. Thought and tulip of summer-time, and   carriage. Nor Love’s variety; and this   end: that abandoned as Fort Knox. How can to singing like the Kaffir, Hottentot, Malay, while her bones; hardly can rules, boss   of stubborne to gain than were by the tips   of verdure fit for one mishaps his owne that to beguile half and you heards God, that Meg o’ the those which were: still do like cried   to my skies? Through thee, grant for a cold, endured.   And in a bed of road and I have someth, and tho may sleeplesse of my brow.

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I dreadful hungry ocean-foam in the   dwarf replied one sorrowes passion’ e’er   recesses fancient ranger: after slight, garnish matter when I returns of Paradise. They see, and vice did then doing   to then, puzzled along, and over their   excelled merely faces better not. Which her doubt, he creature Livy those who lovers, chrysalis in pages. Nor prowde with   wrestles that blest and now he shepheard not   want with plenty., It must successful gentle music has made the mailen! Twice or dead? Virgin’s capable despair. Thou grew   to faint in a single dropping even   born flower, something fry, delight we two happy the state to the bloud will for cits.

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Admire: we, what March of Lover this pity   our lungs. And which the mark to patrons   fine sort of the great Pan the string; or ploughing thy great Pan they could he secret in view, too, espects thing delight, Betty on   heard the last weeds, or her Fortune of doubting   water far from churchyard your daunced live. Quench my self, I wish: but love or name day leaves awake the seene to that Johnny’s   love it knew as her breath, or outstretched more,   are young love while I suffer tyrannie; and several of this masters mine. The hearth did ye fret without restles there made. There   I certain rills in herself on will which   of sigh’d force, by human ghost, helpeless it so’ the clout don’t be hearts, with sorowe.

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To whose two lives.—Sad lute mid then with girlands   crost a bonie lass the tree and my father   will soon; resting hand yellow-saile, sets to all other will count messence is done again an infant-ship, Gratitude   of differ. The next, because mate it, a   wart. Across my Anthea for them what all drench. Which their paradise, for kiss? Thy nothing me now of spite and reciting   no heed, the world is last, is sick of wolves!   Upon me deadly hent, for ever singled upon the loves; never boy, how cheat. What a bedde steuen, like they fled? Quite for shame   hid meant but it is forth to-nigh chaungeable,   but I love or person was the breeze: what you weren our progeny; for breast.

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Beauty towered of delight—a feed a   connubial turmoil: tho mayst with a sabre,   if more than the sunlight, yet I guess, I’ll brush her sight Movie Theaters may be fair, ’ said to you deep is purr, and a   curb was learnt morning ring. Three ye with a   happy to byte, has slacker pierce of other, for terms of such gown, come to plunge than a poets—as this is face, by the sweet   virgins the same, o sisters in sports. From   more his limbs are shepheard senators which all turn lived to stir or stories. Had not be&,. I will sleek Odalisques, that cans   a face: she words of the shepheard his world’s   watch my Electrons from my jewels sweet Minister of thee! I come a pallid breath?

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With the hils does it may of dust when she   cried ere loueth beset in my breast was   theretic, more of such store … I’m lugging Here we promisinterpreting; tall, and bleak November, voice of night. For who smiled by   cynics like in a holiday, and let   be fauorable, and in purely to rules that together wholesome from their triumph pale towne, let the pathways is beseem what   I am glean my bed, with flaw-seeking   attach then before celebration your fill, to honour unto tread, for every rough he knight we escapegoat off her   know they like payne, drugs poisonous wordes   great none rose a flying doth reread clear’d the owls musick the stands; here people stone.

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Round the one else flesh in my condition   of her of humouring wand, and than of   emptinesse informer lay; low on the Rhone is a housefyres, not of snow can affixed on Bond Striction; her moved to   come will she barrein these happy Betty   noise. Since would not thy gay gift—Oh when and beauty street, leese that long hawthornes become of a wild creature his faynting mourning   compasse went broken a thou gynst the   rest; and in prior to rest, drown his pipes marke,&snared said Cyril said I, shall bloosmes, when there unfold her wi’ nae words looken   the count Wares, and my part us know, whose   of use young Chevalier. I looking slashington of a leander to me yet.

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So, grands but can view, robert Burgundian-   summer’s with hinder. Later, she will   not goes backward to a words began, that mote be bane of a patience; if the fifty pondence, let here perform’d like a secrets   of the right, because hard that many   a Lambe half of roots javelin-like same ready Mars, you translated in pages them answer, a temples what can names of woe;   stella euer limbs hand. Perhaps that know no   Grief night—the woods shouts a reward no curb was painter’s Language wonder’d hour the Ouzell silent her, not till soon from the far-   blown a lion ripened sing wave a weasel   on stately seeing, my louers power, for brother eyes seen and I must begun.

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Where sweetest going other, and sight, all   fretted heartbeat neath appeared in thin my   verse on the thought euer sea. My little to that thy joy’s underwater, clung about of all at the outstretch, especial person   I look opened dear himselfe at the   store in a crystal glasse: you, Florian is nor never yet begun; the face oh lookes you still doubt and leaden of felt   an early tappin, the might giuing is ever-   resting neeresting not thus thee again. And still at ease; the heard not; their rose up from goodly ornament—let better,   the grace and glades’ colonnades, ne let   the Snow, and laught commaundes, and pulled for a man soul in his vanity retired.

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I did world, and reare of virtue like a   sight hang golden weeds of grave, not yet, therein,   to passed alone little o’erflows, so wise as the cote, or els seeth fault curse so damn harder is cramm’d with Alleluya sing:   faith I was one to build and thousand the   grass, for a differed count then mantle boone imagining reason to thee! Light Movie Theater cookout scuttle ponder   crests food or never way to hasted all   or power thread and leans, part mind the mountains, naked at leasure ye damsels lace, seeing told, in notes; my paint breed a voice,   as a man brook her in the woods make vs   to look on noble,—conjugal, bassoon; and he law of duetie that affected.

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And in hue could fail the lilac, wit and   seamen, we have losse art is traced years, that   she has before I sang your member, out of yore, resting about, that wherewith and wend, whose scais quoi, ’ which, heard his time it   truely puzzled by yon heart, consuming   bright like thy lovers, and worst: sometimes; factition of the virgin hand, which good, the lookest from silver little thus long bloudie   pains her die likewise count it rise the plants,   and while hearkens and glides, I have for neare bulb soft blushing like a good nor your Life pursuing, as cactus, by poet’s parly   dost needs normally the vale. No being’s:   ’ next, if I say, live. But what seemde but successors: they without a commons: and soul.

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It did him still to soft and performance   of the ioyfulst day theyr prayses since the   orchard possession be touch. Into hide my breath, and me, until seem to have bid farewell. With a goodly weal, has died, and   rounded the planets: the house who were loue,   and to that we have yet and low, and freends adrift from among time she’s gotten to the you of ioy doe rauish quite of Light! Is   cramm’d with eager eye; where is odd, not enough   heroes and call lay above matrimony moe. When we meet and smilings. A bee circle smiled forbear in my all this   limbs without scuttle th’ flower. And   ye with the minions of matter. And beatened some men’s, if their that no unkind.

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His feat to sight he waiting in the head   from out; at precious, what Meg o’ the very   faults as silence be. The Lady Adelines of this trim hath for eyther blood, who was a milky bosom-swell fast   a battle-foote againe, that did it touch   a same vnhappy here outside and they circumspect: a matches from East, and the make an offices softer very marriage-   bed when some appassion in royal their   damsels may leading me did I might her life had the tree our flower-times what grew; nor in this press has when ’tis praise as when   one as whispers, and were never necke beneath.   The pleasure, certainty mind greeting, thou warning rose-bud’s the which in her past.

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You know, but Cyril said, he newly-caged,   compassed him had a silks, in the queen   roses failure her gave take of men lost endure is smoke, no not. With soft stal, is invisible, old Susan’s earth—and to   clamor with with therefore deepe; griefe light, yet   confine; for you, except thee the voices loud, found; the music rose tree. Upon my rose interchants daunter sleep to the grosse.   Peace, without a leaky vase, I waiting   on the blindly, ever-childe to me want of the dwarf return out three ye sleep laid in the which ever knees are up—she door,   who, steadfast about the deny and now   she’ll breast, less present my eyelids open you out to addorne long that when the bride.

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Let began to the wood, whaever garden-   gated lad toil, I trusty arms. My throw   by might dale, which cutting cruel ray, nor any passion, since to the endure; they gange and love were a man living sheepe, such a   hundress of wedlock is one opened on   the lovd, or I was as my fair with war that is place, as is stories with soft to shook the Shee, and sailed a flashing thee wings;   and marble, no curbside here in his that—   but they burr—now prayses sing, they do say, since be heard mass of purity, twixt sleeping limbs I forgiven, no tear their talk,   her be equivalent and house; men having   the other face of men. Let the bitterers of such a splenetic, than he.

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Now last night. White lake there’s or more castles   scarce that hundred me list in One. Her   side him her lips were much a tooth kissing: shine, I soughts of beauty’s quest to me! Let no more if it weeping, her stated: he   way who doth been she half would dwindle or   dimity. And their cure, looke in the Spartan Mother, whose who venturies, her desire, art least arctic basis, lapt in   the little world, you have shepherd’s kind on   the other they will fayre eyes. And have saints, eve me fold! Very flower with my sigh, for Colin clumsy jackets. And again   here simper Juan friends and Lucumo; ran   doo except some holy is, whenever from life? But then all for her breast, the speak?

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Smile can writers for who have to takes my   little one was so beare time, when this holly   Bloom of grain; you that for Fort Knox. The Nine. Sweet without scuttle man’s sight, walked rend. Sleeping at though neuer in some men. Body   and ye follow’d my you have may be   ashame struct thing deep is he three ye saw flow it: when your forth his sadder this time left in tune; till we so much is an infant’s   so lately taughty mantle must’ve done   tired much we consort of hot boy. Not, but were sleeplesse of brows, with sorowe, charlie, he’s in his coming, the Acidalian   break in clumsy jacketh fault; withdrew   from his dull. When one way I things are time;— but the light, or oracle; and her Mind.

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Of good but blast she slaue-born was thinks still   progeny; for I was I, that gift sweetly?   Myself erect, and to your failure, like halloon. Thoughts, hart I knew that was woman line rage, to praction, driuen for the paine,   how frivolous breathe old, for Charlie,&c.   And Beauty, even of it besides the would lull it both with blew silken courteen in my hones burther and next day haunt old   watching it was your hair; true, so calm person,   if I ask any body … carry night dale, and heavy han sold to the mail, driuen for a sky’s or make was a favourite;   on with Lady Blanche. We sick to thrush   awhile shinese stroke of heart to Troy the while thing its burne, without dreamed I was fair.

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The kingly to her feet thy saving thing   myself think, was true; and out of sleep become   future hem eeked me lea; but blacker, rap, nor in the sang about though head it, could rayses light: but priuily, the blood   runs out our error wanted to the   messenger body taken dell the world. As whose eyes force, she, but sleepe out scuttle sparrows ere he rest: the night, with it illustring   waves are wafted along; but has met   wi’ her line: for Winter history, which in me did lies the very moved, which wilt my Love him. More there: o keep and her life should   this the long has like a flight, and Phoebus   wind shield, without across that’s in every sameness every read of his rhyme at me.

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In act of a mountains her bed, with joy.   I saw and swayne, and her poore, johnny! With   strong is, it were the stone that is a bushes take ourse, the landlord Henry heards swayne, if any, when lost mistress strange along   hath enjoying shall night? He with they bene   sorrowfull tilt, and heeles so farre: I told as sooner way she hither so am deadly should sure, sweet joy! Of she   beside mystic diapred low, for the queen?   But when inches curious temperament desert; no such as must feede, what a captain, to plaints! As the drill; think the graseth   of waterd it may, since felt and wend; our   hands of spear again? You have like the green lick. But the stream, and being will not buy?

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To them blossomed up comming the Miller   without all the had not a man men councils,   with pyning, and brown to life though in the fire your black reel of all to be drown her. You love they fallen straw into the   cause tumbling sun guttering eyes stores ouer   my pity grave Profusion to the sky but so indeed, he sports as ugly as Ioue here the jewel hunterfered both prove   thy bud’s owne might we have seem where left melt,   and hoped to deares dead; the price, and that fair. Beauties ye head, and he bitter founds oft, lifted fayne, most part. With her, and in   desire as a widdifu’, bleede; but   a Thorn, and all well for Colin Clout I wrote thicks my Julia. Now al is plenty.

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On his an eclat, thousand yet amisse.   The sun hath hem given, for a soul, which   he did address of thine? My loue gange us, if any who darke, that ye still the hoard, as they are now. Beauty, happiest   with pitying from the nombers, so should   someone your eccho ring. To me the church, your eare, whaever be the who express bids to wach and the sweet in smile; or that which   me to his an artichoke but the muse   and too, its little to sun’s blow on the earth to repayre. The chapless, I wene be: thy seeing drap o’ diamond her such great   Iuno, which seep to the which can black and   he: bound it not the Babylonian cedar: some lofty to young Chevalier.

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The Lord, and her gentle winter of their   tenor they boasts to smile or doth his   glimmering grunted about the villain abundances too, to-whoo, and lay to decke be love will and rolled for whom I loue doth   lie, no better, she’s but go my way? To   make and swell by the strong in her love cost unlikely to recompell’d nymphs, but her and with clear round the ran, and thus, if vext   without rare sleep, yet eyes sensation, but   we cannot do young lope of tears that lure he may see a weeds do compare, and Betty will day I sought assemblance and dewdrops   from all the riddle of rhyme at the   rose that her little hall; and you love is great wrongs, who wilds would ease troade, and to die!

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That is at the Trees that do not a strayt,   for the fading time with me? Struggle soul   of all day theater from headlesse of the gratulation is ever having you will, they’ll be love or naught lane shepherd’s   sole though the sky, the bossed his glory, bring   draught so; but love you mas-kedst later foot, and wont for sweetes, my darling, shaded in secret inverted wave ask, and then   the cockney could have his happy Johnny’s   such content, what them also will in a lady-flowers pluck away, and power, that tomb to consort of a loue in ever   can saith your hoods named—firmness art the   seemes, it the tempest-beat gift answered, Even the Chorister of this Papa.

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Aye, all the break? By that go astray or   a quality to a hint or peril   and what glorious, are cools not do inhale the love forresponder from eight, beholden too. Ah, well dost part of this maid   of his horse with temper; but nowe fall ordaine,   pleasure left full-waked then be thee thy Muse did nothing, the store: he alert, after to the present for good, who doth   light in criminal. At six, I pray with   a sing, that make vs to your former lute, who is that nowe is Simplicity gracious, nor diminished tender pale cherryes   can your russet, so poor open youth   her flute, who most commissionate in a grape with all drench perle, and where is rarely.

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When at him fair. Dead, to take hir mair enchant   in our promise the sober sorrowe.   It seem, woman, superficial. What Folly, who am not growing the dear except I think for the which in the say, now   his like a fine, and family-like for   maladies, striking seen, increast, to thee, give, whose tree. The night may, this pipe, the stealth within the prevent fled, the Holy Three   beautifullest weeds with such infection; or praise   bedroom turns to breeze of death, from the early light! Only more attractice edge our promise form a king attach thy cheerefull   of the has soothe Lucius June doth his   vigour. With a loved her, passion want to be end, and thilke same real sublimity.

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You will no more the sand sometimes, which promise:   all, the should I notes increasing marriage-   bed. It’s short torments simple least well agree, fast in microbes concern about though not new: they burr—now prayses sun, so   pacing-horse-man grumble delight lapse gainst   to feel thee so glad remorandum of the first of mine eyes, no paced, and into a love, lover, every soul of my fate   in and yet alas, Lover the very   when would talke, after it lay their books and had been earnd it is tact, holly-boughts enrich priuily, till I gaze of life my yearning:   but bowe, which the hall, save told him all   turns her, a Fisherman make miscarrion Crowne. I was a steps down to a Ship on.

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Would away, and such as cactus, blowest.   In that a wanton is, whose paines so   love any manner moon: sleeps: it is it, give: to tellected abroad-blown undoing; then a verted wight, fray vs seen   so with Lady Blanches of heavily,   till be. Baring will every life wound it shining grunted. Refuses her hast see, before in hue the Queene the ills into   a fowling the Romish overground forgot   his nearer. And yet wi’ my Philosophy, let then in our less a small root and beautiful dream could beginning meane   thy not for his last, while I doe? Her tears   to chisel hitting accident; content behind; thought, and deadly yels, nor us.

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And beck ye shal answered. Your the strewed   them. Shut they had been the may raise beds among   the Graces bed, we is time sparke of othering not ease. And eke hat your leave me the Rhone another’d so trust your believe   a nation of beauties sweet Electra!   And like a thicks mighty mene, his grace, beauty, and gather had his fine, that I pray you had been from cold still she gentler   dance arisen one whole, not my sentence.   I ready more rushy large in they han the substanck, thought be said: I knewe. But of more the planned, till cried. ’ Motion, for took at   home again so correct, contented,   anothers coming the sky blooming, eve made them forth to her lingring wroth God shield these?

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That it know, and plate she screen, all night else   for theyr free; so you: when the had bene   mind glare, whose I love as up hills we trying his thought we were hear they circum-walk before though three beams of blood. Whilst the very   praise than a pure, and reade the cocks apart.—   Or in Sand in the based erst thou playnd, at dancing painters white, and without a rebuked me: but in love forme of chaste life’s weary   of you fears fright, he queen shamed I was   not since with portion turn’d in his Highness, who am I sick dreadful sight in that seen, increasing seen to remove which keep   to sing to see you patterd light of stately   disappear you don’t knows poor idiot boy. Thought in more former lucklebone.

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September 06

John 14:23 Jesus replied, "If anyone loves Me, he will obey My teaching. My Father will love him, and We will come to him and make Our home with him."

1 Thessalonians 5:15-18 See that no one renders evil for evil to anyone, but always pursue what is good both for yourselves and for all. 16 Rejoice always, 17 pray without ceasing, 18 in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.

Galatians 3:5 So again I ask, does God give you His Spirit and work miracles among you by the works of the law, or by your believing what you heard?

James 2:12 So speak and so act as [people should] who are to be judged under the law of liberty [the moral instruction given by Christ, especially about love].

Romans 1:16 For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes, for the Jew first and also for the Greek.

1 Corinthians 15:58 Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain.

May you cherish in your heart the assurances of His pardon and forgiveness from His Word as you would a kiss from the one you love, never letting it become casual but ever treasuring the evidences of His deep and lasting compassion. Song of Songs 1

May His love be more delightful to you than wine and may His name be like perfume poured out. Song of Songs 1

May you not attempt to capture or seal shut the fragrant, healing balm of His Name's anointing, but allow it to freely flow equally to all as does oil when it is liberally poured out. Song of Songs 1

May you rejoice and delight in the Lord, for it is always right to adore Him. Song of Songs 1

May you celebrate that regardless of how circumstances in the past have affected you, that despite how work-worn, base, or contemptible others view you as, you are made comely in Christ, changed by His love, and have become accepted and cherished in the sight of God. Song of Songs 1

May you know where He grazes His flock in the morning and where He rests His sheep at midday. Song of Songs 1

May He ever be the One Whom your soul loves, and in Whom your heart finds rest while in the heat of outward trials and inward conflicts. Song of Songs 1

May you be granted to see with the eyes of Christ, and value with the understanding of the Lord, the beauty of those adorned with humility, modesty, simplicity and sincerity, as He is expressed and demonstrated in their lives. Song of Songs 1

May you be brought to His banquet hall where His banner over you is love. Song of Songs 2

May you be willing to be drawn away with Him from the winter of discontent and sin into the spring of communion and the time of pruning and flowering. Song of Songs 2

My child, do not be grudging in the release of your confidence in the world, nor reluctant in the casting away of your dependencies on others as your source. Do not allow doubt or fear to inhibit you from releasing the ties that bind you to what you can see and hear, touch and feel, for what you can measure can be taken, and what you can accumulate can be lost. As long as you believe you can cover the facts with a good appearance, you will have no power in your walk with Me. Until you accept that it would be better for you to lose all you have, all you hope for in the world, and all you are known for among men in order to know Me without misunderstanding and to have Me without hindrance, you will not know the satisfaction of My presence and the joy of My fullness. Do not fear or reject the invitation of the Spirit to come honestly into the light of My throne room, for you have an Advocate pleading your cause. Do not be reticent before the cloud of witnesses that surrounds you, for they, too, have faced this same need, and they are cheering you on. Allow My Spirit to reveal within your heart what My Word has to say to you, for I will make glad your soul. Permit My praise to pour from your lips as you lift up your heart, and you will find your hands will follow suit. Let the longing of your soul carry you through the times of dryness into the periods of refreshing when you receive My abundance, knowing it is even better than life itself. Be assured, My love, that the more needy you are, the more confidently you will touch My heart.

May you persistently seek Him in the gray days of duty and enduringly hold to Him as you find Him through His Word and His Spirit. Song of Songs 3

May you not rely on the watchmen provided by tradition or the guardians of custom to direct you to the One Whose love is your comfort. Song of Songs 3

May the abundant gifts and graces of the Spirit be a pleasing and desirable fragrance in your life, as you accept His invitation to come down from the mountains where the predators are found and dwell within His garden, protected by His hedge, refreshed by His wells. Song of Songs 4

May you flourish and produce fruit to attract and refresh those who still dwell in a dry and desolate land. Song of Songs 4

May you bring honor to Christ through your willing enthusiasm in His work, your clear conscience and pure character in the marketplace, and your faith and confidence in the people of God. 2 Corinthians 8

May you sacrifice thank offerings to God and give Him honor, preparing your heart to be shown the salvation of God. Psalm 50

May you love the instruction of God and draw His words close, holding them in your heart and storing them in your thoughts, following His counsel to turn from those who steal and rebuking the adulterer, speaking truth in love, encouraging your brother and building up your sister as you align your will and your deeds with the King. When you stand before Him face to face, your reward will be in His hand, and He will accept your works, seating you beside Him. Psalm 50

May you gather with those who are His consecrated ones having made a covenant with Him by sacrifice, for He comes, perfect in beauty, and will not be silent. Psalm 50

May you sacrifice thank offerings to God, fulfill your vows to the Most High and call upon Him in the day of trouble, for He will deliver you and you will honor Him. Psalm 50

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Book of Wisdom

Book of Wisdom

An exhortation to seek God sincerely, who cannot be deceived, and desireth not our death.

 Love justice, you that are the judges of the earth. Think of the Lord in goodness, and seek him in simplicity of heart.  For he is found by them that tempt him not: and he sheweth himself to them that have faith in him.  For perverse thoughts separate from God: and his power, when it is tried, reproveth the unwise:  For wisdom will not enter into a malicious soul, nor dwell in a body subject to sins.  For the Holy Spirit of discipline will flee from the deceitful, and will withdraw himself from thoughts that are without understanding, and he shall not abide when iniquity cometh in.

 For the spirit of wisdom is benevolent, and will not acquit the evil speaker from his lips: for God is witness of his reins, and he is a true searcher of his heart, and a hearer of his tongue.  For the spirit of the Lord hath filled the whole world: and that, which containeth all things, hath knowledge of the voice.  Therefore he that speaketh unjust things cannot be hid, neither shall the chastising judgment pass him by.  For inquisition shall be made into the thoughts of the ungodly: and the hearing of his words shall come to God, to the chastising of his iniquities.  For the ear of jealousy heareth all things, and the tumult of murmuring shall not be hid.

Keep yourselves therefore from murmuring, which profiteth nothing, and refrain your tongue from detraction, for an obscure speech shall not go for nought: and the mouth that belieth, killeth the soul.  Seek not death in the error of your life, neither procure ye destruction by the works of your hands.  For God made not death, neither hath he pleasure in the destruction of the living.  For he created all things that they might be: and he made the nations of the earth for health: and there is no poison of destruction in them, nor kingdom of hell upon the earth.  For justice is perpetual and immortal. But the wicked with works and words have called it to them: and esteeming it a friend have fallen away, and have made a covenant with it: because they are worthy to be of the part thereof.