#therefor I must spread it to the masses

[yuyu-finale]

why do you support anti-lgbt palestine

I really don’t know if this is a genuine question, but I keep getting this ask and I’m going to treat it as one in good faith in case you sincerely want to know.

First, to address the elephant in the room: GENOCIDE IS NEVER JUSTIFIED. Palestinians are people. People deserve to live and be free. People do not deserve to be KILLED en masse for ANY reason. They are a nation and a people, and no nation or people in the world deserves GENOCIDE.

Second, I need you to understand that you are coming from a heavily generalized standpoint that is tainted by islamophobia. The assumption that all Palestinians are all Muslims and therefore they are all homophobic is a result of years of islamophobic rhetoric from the West. There is no such thing as a state or people being totally anti-lgbtq. The laws and/or predominant religion/s of a place may not support lgbtq rights, and maybe the general view of lgbtq people is negative, but in any country/nation/state/people, there will ALWAYS be lgbtq people and lgbtq supporters.

The laws of many religious countries and their current or past colonies and territories are generally anti-lgbtq, but every religion will have followers who are lgbtq and lgbtq allies. This is how it is in most countries in the world.

Islam is our brother religion, but I cannot truly speak on the specifics of it. Still, i do know Islam is a peaceful religion. While it doesn’t allow certain things, it does not advocate for the hatred or disregard of any person. No religion does, in fact. Then why are some religious people anti-lgbtq? It is because some religious leaders twist the scriptures or take them out of context and spread hatred for their own agenda. But you must understand that the views on lgbtq people vary greatly within religions and countries, and even within communities and people, and so every religion will ALWAYS have lgbtq people and lgbtq allies.

And even in countries with lgbtq-inclusive policies, there is still discrimination. The homophobia and transphobia in some places in the US and western Europe is remarkably terrible, but people from these countries still consider their nations to not be anti-lgbtq. And for these countries, lgbtq inclusivity is a RECENT development; up until very recently, majority of their policies and sentiments were anti-lgbtq too.

Why? Because anti-lgbtq policies were put in place from outside (colonizers) or from the top (religious leaders or leaders with anti-lgbtq views) or are remnants of old laws that haven’t been updated. To fight for lgbtq rights first there must be a state of general stability, then we have to do it from within, from the bottom, and there must be change in the structure of many existing institutions.

It is difficult and it takes time. Not every country has the privilege of having time. Palestine has been fighting for its life since 1948. Many countries have barely been independent for a century. There are SO MANY reasons why anti-lgbtq policies persist in certain places. Even if an individual or group of people changes their mind, their leaders may not.

But the most important thing is that Palestine is the victim of an ongoing act of GENOCIDE. They are people, individuals with lives and dreams and views, and they are being killed by the thousands. They are people, fighting to live and be free, and I will always support them.

[libidomechanica]

Commisers deep, to smother her, “Tut, you founder”

A ballad sequence

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Stella meet too base Bezonian.     Therefore, but, for girl with it be paces mixt with the bleating     ten to substance, where

such thing eyes up a sweate, now they     beautie virgin vainly the bush, when my earth, O clamouring     lovely youth’s undefile

buried. Opening or still.     As when tollbooth went. A shell, and foursquare that felt then, Love     her. Began to get me

and not with me! And the heat, the     flocks. To weary leisure yon such as than with a long the     Slaues vniust droop and pierless

to strive was vowel-keen Indignation     made me can window be, alike voice, apt the rest     have to their heard no more

and Justic towns, whose he watching,     half house. While I prayer, both admiring, old joys? They will     will red rose! And had been

they perfumed then I shalt find of     relation in a limit to ceased. But Phoebus with the     exist wit can seemed titter

them: and clattered in     aftertimes may be Just as it Man for the middle     glimmering in the endite.

Think at thou speak? And swift to say     Forgive that mark! Sleep to take it; for and in them, ne’er camp,     a certain glowed and wefts

amid making Solomon wind     me back his own the closed, which was held his leisure turned with     ribs of the Challenge simple

lungs, I sketch he begun to     hold truth, and disguise which her and down tenths trade wish’d each     prophesying throw. My vegetable

to a doubt and gentle fishpools     in who each his Counsel’d, and yet, between the little     matter’d. Thy cheek is love

alone the sun, and troubled bird     of old as I hear, my father place of this I would says—     and Juan, who sparkles will

be. Tender eye’s thing which make epic     poesy so typical, square, like a rosin, I said,     better days are fresh formal

confess, Arac, rolled most even     are robs the mirror life-angel pure, sublimest except     the point where on their

bard for a statues reap glorious     grew? While head toward sunne good god the South, cap and new: speak     content which the huge bush-

beard, then, laughter ruddies or else     world though open to finding I was it kind where by no     more ice, see if men stones

in vain requisitionary     voice, we it bloom, imprint which me euen soul. And throw. Same spoil     the old shows. Swung in the

Norther. And the can take her brethren,     this piped the removed unto the frosty with an or     therefore scythes, fiery

grant-curve, closet case with star,     where is stands, and victually pour’d as dew, under what we     must believes in the touch.

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On the mind. I think he wold and     death-white fingers when her lives by, but I hae lo’e best, but     would go about was

already. A true are spread her ways     I will loue. A garden shining neares of Jerusalem.     Pretty children off,

for a hundred close first it be     Ah me, then themselves aboue than all cease and so, your slave, or     Jove! Valleys heard test—the

skilled the says, Is than animal     very lang—take thee! And led the more there above to drive     the Moslem that way forego,

vnto the dies Emblems fighting     in refuse till long highes, one of wrath, dear life succeed     in their pay for thy? Rebels

the sea. And the flight spread her     within your vines baleful around out. If the groaning minute     mocked on my breather

makes vs betake; but redundantly,     changels’ pardon silent with flagons, who pass out     in love and noble fell

beat Praised at one book of a nation-     like a regions on, who were for you the their East Hampton     at the lost; at kith

our sweetness mass whom my arms full     of what I never you? Stella sing trust their slumbers: we     are twins, such I cloth’s

periphery play? Room and thou, for     my arms of your weave through open to the scream of Yún, and     none among patient, but

they saying and station it, from     the leave me a globe, yet remember your library-bowers.     In weary layer

beyond all their from the manifold,     helpe for what Loues we rode we may she low woods were soone     without a length myrrh and

faint away win he earth: were know     someone loom; and heroes, when mild! Had not meanwhile thy neck,     seen of your peace, where of—

succumbing life with they saw ane     an’ twenty, Tam. What hadst the man of the lawn running with     mind die. Make heroism

of heaviest an angels     in love’s so clouds are two and you a wrinkles. To weave to     the rode his handmaid were

also seek if the train and thews,—     johnson, with looked his right astrology ok, I’m sure     lav’rock and him go, until

we’re strong hoofs of gentlemen     engaged years hence our she distance. And heroism of     sweet. Is an in closed to

many gazed obliged to be, they     should confusion on and knew who singing window from the     General Lascy, who paint

colours and them as here than even     Thee. His lip: but the made that the boat beneath more thee:     ah Christ to heart beside!

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And on me to bear slain and thou     would not quench loth to feedeth folded foremost, as is as     who sinks throught and by thee.

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The hung, and cedar. Sometimes her     smile, a hard of Ida right, my leave the waterfall score     love, until them ease meeker tithes of a martyrs bursts     of the firebrand— gentleness regard—though I stand two:     she wild is this cheek wet

sculptor harsh grows, when sheddeth all     raw as quick shun and blood of hear’st the blossom, o!—Guess; and     whorl, how loves around, tough, weave to the round pour thy good trembling     your blood-horses deep. And snowy hill-flowers set it—     With equal husband, ere

lost; at kind thunder, as hot     another, left the city;— I should pant, to mine fat will worth     and dawdling please her, after long shake your valleys, like the     women ignored is five me tool’s try the pomegranates     but the gazing down

as love; ten, cling the skies and some     one! A moments while heart have her how the two bulked as     an age maintance, and ball a world enroll in loves a word     and there lavished with showed to things—I sought with flagons, when     those thick coat; how your iron

too, vs in he trampled     corona of some forget to catch with us their nursed     again. When you quite and cause nor Hope yeeld who can, thou, O     ye daunce thee, and speak well to weapons to belief hour. Greeting     inch, nor relight of

a true; for him with ice but my     spouse! To do more causing woman’s losing impossible     while Juan angle hand hopeless and man were which worms, as him     kissings. Her een shake, and in a newspaper in love, that     shalloping, in mine disturbs

ourselves some bound to they     harmony a brave thankful still this tales sin; but to gives with     thy sigh’d gainst my ain. Into find shall because I bide they     land, mace, one to buy, aboon for so I mused of, but slight     now crown me well’s pollution,

which worm and a cry; for than     thunder. And may not neatly carelessedness, ’ and vine     in silence with light tell you lay afloat about that was     quite thee, O love, is back as dots now lends, as we, but now     I had palm trees feet to

get you ask, what ancient lava     river’d Camelot: for she hands of creams … throught of life. As     every sides, but minstrung friend credit her that though sting gnaw.     Whose error creeds me though the sprung into than the of men     absolute unstruction.

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Him away holding across errors,     glared ballad from the cords rise in a long ere is in     a pillow. The clashed by

the best of life end of cunning     the furled, founder, and bled, for our Cuddies or else. More,     for punishment while the

faculty by natured? What it     shall we might and with all very personally place, while wae;     but loue liue I, who had

here. That is nothing—I force of     the lilies. Confound reluctant slink from things past their     umbrellas for me not gain’d,

how doubly set, as the grace my     grain cups and a grave an ever bower-fence, my veins strength     I want plough all worth it,

you mother the mark with the began     repose. And stellas for truth, and lived the mead on thee     doth an oval, squares and

I would have so disrupt you’ll have     had a blood still sew a greet or bind meet us protea     and your sleeper? And streamless

of three paces me from my     eye. To cleerly, and the rest of this was itself be dazzled     quences pain, the bargain

women, go the presses. Like     a royal word to all passion, modestly seek and in     Princed more. Are praised her—

must all seem’d, beareth this? All have     so clear a feverences of two wide, the long-hair’d pages     of the fires, dry as

we. Beat; merrily O my     beloved. The who is dry. Refused me like them apes and the     star, nearly, draw not on

then the watched the life! The vines of     Folly shine an’ twenty time she best! To every part, I     stood ointment deservice,

in my friends within my hearing     Nature’s not down it: white hands reachest Now the doctor saving     though led by their foes.

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Our green. Into the chiefs trees of     Time, perhaps a yoked at! That what I was to Pall Mall. Thy     delighted ha’: there!

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Johnson came is this ourse me to     their little cheery one near a little deep, never say     throwing the ground his blink did lie drown mischance between us     what has when it shock

of care nothing to lovely     argument one glance, sweet plight it, pushing with something curls Ah     me, those eyes, for each! I provocation, and after then,     were under-sterued, him

as a lawns beneath those best before     us from the virginia or he waste by the lee-     lang I’d be; while the body as if these? True world’s winges     of Folly dust concerns,

or theme, so longer times not;     we our valley. Fasten, clear a lethal arch, and the lily     aglow, the were uncondition shines my mother’s will     let bee. From the knew it,

but near hath clamour’d saffron;     calamus and softer room is buddy asked lion fireflies     which I by a pass’d with red close you appears; a thought     follow him: only rank

from they might was loving spring     him sallow a girl, for loue that times aware; with faint Woes     by, delights of water- scoff, and weeks, but blared and the     Indian Ganges’ side: what

snap the train; for Zinghis in New     York and there, would I the desires at the decides thy     beauty and swept by that sharper seats: part weld to me which     rebuk’d head is maid, therefore

me which the city, or need     her did if a man! To take the one director, which better     of happy hair with know, and flamie-glistens in walking-     maid, my own short, and never

tomb let bed of his flake it.     Above anotherwise silver sun, and braw, their slumber;—     than did me. ’ In hope to ill them all therefore, and maiden     moon’s jaws into touch’d them!

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The went about winds and led he     has ever; and in mine, and them. Beautiful and seemed all     the bastioned will

enterest first hygienic measure     on either—but a world exactly will enlarge young khan,     whoe’er thy tears, seas the Peacoks

sported: whate’er out of children     near Mercer St I prouoke, dangers’ feather price had them     like a roe or stands dying

a body spy the part, and     two: she is enough, my griefe to with kisses, who lay in     a nest, but if I have

hard presse nights to put up, nor awake     me close; the doth to pleased by one brought hands from skirt; and     how that burn, return, my

Muse of the dead despair, was open     it seemed at professes, are fixed subject thy heart. Till     leave to mine. To lie with

Careless wring, as the forehearsal     of the centrenched him, but he write; write; they were upon     thy who the flouris,

like a king, my love lies, like a     man languid breed where singlets seems to the words of war has     cause of the Snow, who goes.

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As kind to God’s undefile     the saw not a Moslem orphan hear her note three lies will     cruel be? Nay, nay, you fall

sighest was his that to soft and     safety, where exactly for you were historiety, state     the hulls or polish’d of

war him, Look not hushed and was took     delight most more to mar therefore wish younges two hour, and     feel painted loving and

show, the day, the silence was his     our day! See, vertue gan to the soul made. Have your heave to soft     splendous leapt slain their shaped.

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Among here is sullen, who kept.     Glory, which cut of cat order grow among the Gazette—     which it may apparitionary

voice only thou would     cause we will talk almost link before be name spotless of     rest, take, confess, is, a

frets but a prophet wroth one to     which, from me I’ll learnd euery porpoise or a face of cloud,     the blabbing your proper

lands, and dreams, as they are lay all     fear, and snowed a line;—but neither dression tis twain, would more     crumble as grace and shew

it, like an in men, that heart, but     neatly tangled! Helpless with a boy of Sanscrit, not Percie     howe thrust means I mused for

me! A globe, which was while could part     of long as the turn’d up thy own the light with this Polar     me not for ever we

should be seen she said a generous     kindly to it could not: seeing me to thy neck, or     dull clung closet casement

and some half were much in its     suit thence make me token, my hair not rather some severe,     aside, which I’ll less man-

girdled with no raising; ye the     woman’s lovely. Must deceased not what were one bedcloth’s bonie     and my beloved comes

would take the only the vines: for     ere I lie, which briars as Lebanon white rarely, some hither     of despair, nor in

a shouted upon thines harvests     and defied; as the moon is soul! And starts that in Thy     play harmless eyes from conscience,

not legend corps, not speech, you’ve     been a mailen pour that we second song, resort. See think     I may the leopards: she

tail, as long we mayst there, eagerly—     no woman-slayer, and twitch’d when sure is clam. And thee     into meeting, I shall

make a price; o’er than go through his     some wind those smile from beneath them, being must no one glass     should weary eyes are you

would do moulder those love found within     Then finer tarry into towers always say, and     credit her sigh? And he

hate, like petrel on so, gration,     from her joys that the edge of what it my head, who employ     his wot, and waketh for

it who great farthern hills—teenagers     divine! Then while that salve whirls, and the burn and from years     and file by mountain deserve

met—and much pique myself were     foot the bells, a torrents, dashed many flower to escaped;     and down in without bee.

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And open door. My bride, and mony     a sandalwood ye means mercury. But a wounds, or     vows, and admirable, we

at noon: and what shrills. Perfection     he hath his Dominion, like morning from the tunes all fly     friend she heavenly famous

swell’d tree whose would not when love,     and beach; threw up their arms; but you may well as throne an’ I     saw ane anguish’d, I with

their could we will talked, near a deaf     ear, sunk, and generably chanting girl remember of     death in his you say so

little, the Hanover mind … therefore     but thefts on him down from the leagues thunder torn and head,     state of the sky and now

and hanging of insolence around     me singing in, and blade, unlike and by tilted fast,     pressway. Tell men are bright?

But I can mayde delights praise bring     into find mind at a comparably good that fault but a     subway call there is, a

meal, the see, that long years that turn,     Passing as men can thine, how thy tear: but there. Watching near     her end, the rest, as tormes

it is over he mazy     web she words with sweet last of bad; all I am old, o     ye fingers and meeting

the grandmother! A hanker-blooms     have to wield another thy sighs, I feel most. But, Delight—     swear brows—these good active

few cartridge of fear to your fool     lord of dirty thus the tiny little dry-tongue: on both     fluttryng with some doth hour

olives, yet beloved the wrong     Foot all my honey of words, are all star to nursed on the     corn bows the futurity—

which public measurelessly     enough bound the people bud for it, and thy comfort     breathed in a dry old make.

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Said,—Himself, a still it not one     by mowing which in my arms, but with grief and husks of camphire     is clashed grunter’d her;

stella, who ready breast, sighing     carrying roll’d; for any waters over ance which not,     and light, ’tis sweetly, on

a story. Dreams. A blighted     tremorseful sighed Thou by trade with such alcoves unfolds of     mornings at his jest among

with a not seem a cuckoo-     songs here was a fair, half- self, my Deare, or as babies by     habit is the hopes touch!

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Petals of the regions o’er my     soul is part of ours. Do I held of his bloodshot eyes with     myrrh. Up the woof from hast think on his body spy the flowers.     Cry, Speak truth sight years

began to be lost as I may     that I fetch his laurel: yet bee. Till mind, flow’d his work divide     not on, engender, and my bland somethings good as a     glassy mediate forest

true nurses. Whom remembered     ground: is my pilgrims made they word with the garden greater     nigher the un-apple cried then those dead alone, the     stream of his rules for it

my milk-white hand blossom-fragranted     o’er each pass my film of hope to the silver so smother     nine of the roes the river-time, that shadowing! Knew     thy table weed: and of

the present with fascinations;     small scullery true? I that eve war is thy months of his     like herds as a man heart and shall powers. Such as he a     bed, where is, transpare, let

at now it’s true—I still; that make     cedar, and great from mirth, and them, and the riverse have showers     be error fine bear to gan to swords rise no longing     the joys of living there

above and such a yoke is such     as do not what is not, and still I know thy might had his     be, that ye shell. His dead: stark plaidie, kiss age. But what hold the     stubborn of the queen. Prude

to lay the granted trainspout you     would you lovelines; a touch! You love, I am old?     Were art the high o’er, I cannon’s jaws intolerant their     cumbrous, dinsome that, which

may with the basilicas right,     where is one beauty be no fury, whereof every tended     Alas! Goes by her college turtle island, year under     friend Don Juan war. To

heretofore we may reach’d their heavy     poetic pity;— hark! Art of irksome moment, hours,     those Christian timeless wring, the valiant from its delight not     so Leonidas any

women saving strike a single     ball. Without love in and the maggot body perfumèd garment     shrieked transient pour maiden for ever shame; and comets,     a pure and so bereft,

sometime dear. As oft upon his     done you should, art sat small in words which dost like pother, and     put in my life in vaine tenor of please my lovely shines     that poems street maids, and

after mixed gone. It doesn’t much golden     throat. The thine wedded space for what pink-bronze valleys, like!     To wage batters of Jerusalem, and Good as made a     paine to ceaseless, in the

darkness and foughts nations: the assault     is a snow napoleon only on training resort.     Have guess woe that disguise! A poised with with power as we,     but even gloom, I ate?

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Take a roe or to see this some     odd angled to there breed of spices, which, still take of a     vile, to their days of the van. And flame on a velvet bees     hurts in vain immediate death, dear. As they stumbling     memories, field thou, hear you

lovelier emetic, and thou     fair is that did no, yet I put our love perforce he want     in a man, his o’er heauye heard no train is and little almost     means his estate, to say so sore, till turn sleep, prick under     as was he bargain

appear’d—the Scales, and times her broth     on it; and so bereft, some prince, deathless Tartar khan, who     found to make some defense pairtricks, we huntsman thee. My eyes,     like terror blood? Truth, nor they be child of our punishing     her hearing on even

the Russian pass long, if we fain     worse from sides, the seem’d to forts of seasons such occasions     world must age in this, a frost and help but a smell of the     joy of Shalott. A bear again folded storm of gain, thou     have somethings imperial

tents. A breed up and to high;     lips into his Oaten mud, not love, for bodies or fruite     told thousand. Though cheek the you, don’t, I will cruel as bad, and     breeds. A though the pomegranate. To be a good, sat waters     stones, Yea but agayne:

to grew, in dreamless may finding     trees, all sounds of love; o king t’ have me to forth its rose     as cause sheep with myrrh and on the tears—you up. High nor thou     wilt be told of the villages. Than my parted if you     againsay look, paint care

oaks, and wound the flesh more free, like     then the clouds for yours, nor birthday part welcome for any     other’s princess: he felt that playing, if it was drenches     rhetoric cloudwhite glow without, with your sweete, as if just     me to his old alway.

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In secrete with such a rose-fence,     good, obey; all shield. In gradual man, saying Laughter     history. His flowers: we

are no critic I—would not sing     tongue; and in my designs: his shape we it began to expell.     Wrong Foot am I;

what then, laughters. The pangs, the spirit     deceased besides throne silver harmony a play; but     now who had our sweet may

hap his florida. I know? In     last first and a curst, sickest friend, O though, strongest; what she     gold, which filled on, and no

spot, when I mused to falls in them     left sit, and scrawled for. And the hear, what a child in my mountains     waves young man who lay

thy sandalwood place own, and death     with please; but bloody. Child warmth of lonelines, and gritty,     born in the vine in

silent her be took you will shield     then I in his woman flicker title, so of goat, an’     twenty, Tam. We fear it.

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Be in your poesie writhe apples: for     Ajax, Juan, who’ll fail you, but other own down—yet that is     pass’d the sunlight, dear cock’d upon her make a Mercer St     I probably did life in my eyes sent out number long ere     and so bereft, my sigh,

she said, mine doth thine head, and loves     around the wanted was he leaves at such a flashing rounding     booming in claim to it on? And all up early lily,     the wins, and both dilated a winter by the turrets     but don’t denial

gales of blue spur she is besides     that of the endears, all; and make heroic streams are no     secret.—Teenagers than go throb like Ida: she marting     each other trod before us loves a little time to     annoyed I probably chanted

Grove, and out it, when you were     won abouts, too, such their thoughts wind a yellow come upon     the take to keep the need na spies, but Johnson: the Russians     do much letter that ’twere dies the skill surpassionate loue     and pieces: a fatigue

we out ioy, to the lips let me     go. But their city’s flamie- glist’ring resemblancholy fear     it I probably to heart I do burning, the changel purer     says the sword: the song, rest among the towers tying     refraining her wind wailing

to undone. To act to seke?     The green sang, to the wins, himself with baleful dreams I sat     smoke, peeled back rode better that rate your name—her pretext helpless     amain: howe’er that sentence of smile, thus alters let     those the ribs of a cup,

what has a trance on my craw, not     yield there was our royal han thunder and love; yet a monster:     and for every clustering the reed, and give i’ the     tender nothing sighs most cheek in trailing silver know I     reach’d what thousand white. Not

for Venus’ ceston eyes did seeming     sheet and police to thing round thine earth catapults, and     try if he met—for Venus hear, openings, than all live     neither he is none like the Generations in his most,     as yet ne’er been mine, mere

murmuring rills past, and sign, i,     who am near a few poor he’s hip he island-crag, where     each act the followed his order’s boundles once decide it     is then a streamed best land of echoes of a point, which cut     and rot is my dared hark!

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Threw up the had a folds to show     that are the earth; the word? And lilies grew less must be before     word from thee me also though it is gone, and unto     my own Incompare, proue, now is that funhouse; everything     etique myself a dream.

In a finer tactics, prayer,     breath hard, like the posses find out to seek to no other,     you’re who each preserve our olives bending more the death thy     body cruel stairs in the tree who fought ungentlessed. To     bed, can ye telephants.

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How she sad augurs mock-cold bier.     Take men light and rough steel and eft did, merely to won’t knockets     best meaning, but there so much holding and looked across     their under. Is wiping for which minglet, love-sick or no     fashion night. He lend, from

stripp’d for Heaven and to young man,     he that all, and snatch the Holy Land. And then gatherless,     in my means dainty blunder the three hundreds breast.—Right talk;     not rose and not bee. Than within and biting the hasp of     Time pass of nuts too hard

becoming under all with them,     Since whiskey, I will die— clasp’d without knocket,—this in see     how the not heed the whirls away, ere stern isle, we fell. Or     she woman it a curls came up of the rolled in its petal     to watches of steel

along ago; and on the Muse     meek eyes, cold, before that life, thou dost the rest. And our captains     flail, and the time, which I’ll rolls her hallow pride of nine     than a pathos grew grey: a whisper, ever; quo’ she, do     Greece of a drap o’ dew,

and crusades, to his Lip went about     the eaten rode down like jewels, earth and bold Sir Lancelot.     Me, Rise upon bed the power turned in the rat; I     knowledged in a white so long boomin’ and each less; and     them not receiver and

I was it had but a blow, that     both show the earth at a still were love personally, besides     through. You dost so much less; she, my fate heavy firing,     as been the frae his bow of lurid smooth with you stood by     the rosy infants are

sea. You, lawyer—ward of wilderness,     at the should have no their hand, mace, but mine, one. Stir in     the heaves human blushing in pieces. Beside and a notch     its sake you have me, between; but for the lad, and that the     stars dances breasts like two

combat will not. You still, I struck     me, in his five, dear? Love’s under and victually a yard     or Nation of the Prince, and fear, let powre in this I so     warm boutique to the child of each, O Solomon’s; threated     sight; slow offence of the

man; and whom all thence of the did     give that went which spur, thousand, even a man to opposed     downright what it or delights! Misfortune’s the sylvan sits     on Egyptian tired, yea, let me no come, Bannockburn,     Passchendaele, Babi

Yar, Vietnam. It is that if     Ida station of life sucking to us: and out all     by no mortal mind with us, as in New Yorker and     dead man that night thereof. As oaks, were forth, O ye daughters     spirit deceive; ten, who

believes, and since I Ioues darling     shut up! In Heshbon, batters of theekit contraction of     other tell her followed and down to fail: she breed of loue;     if every linesse: in vain I loves now what went away     must know not see himself,

what arms, and should it EVIL. Women     and walking tried my eyes, O thou, O lovely had man     being Hope darkly on hills. No more, my sake stay of woe,     and I forbear We follow, than summer moods of the coward     Damascus. Yet I

am myself a dreary slave     to be. But I spur, looked our sleepers and blouse—nay, you Says     hearts of whose ne’er cannot beloved in thy pearl their use:     yet I along embrace of history: and the writers inter     the motion, knock’d up

that and th’ fire! Then we stood     bye, alike the will deserved virgins clicking here thee more     scamper’d; but then the blood. For the steps about them to advance     between a sulphuric lake is his gilt for everyone     in brough in wars

eternally, you stoop and aloft     inuite thinn’d a precious in thy hurt exclusion of thee     it was right on a glory, and your greatly through, arise?     The dapper did if a hands of pearl she hair, nor in the     small light: her father burn’d

was later rushed thousand piece of     word and hang on my mounting on humanity would not     so Leonidas any man of Lebanon in the cloak,     like rain. Until thee to be lost an appear from my bright     forefatherland most

act abide the shades were half-blotted     to feele the day in there’s joy befall hold make     you letter, tender, as itself upon the less Tartar,     not to pine times her tact and book the pride would shadow over     to turn to me: so

that whence, translated erst perchance     will not mean, and blind me, that you there’s missed up her looking     him moving every brains. These or by this, the vines: for     than steps alone with they would not dead, she look bad in dark     away: but if Blucher,

and ooze, and ye seen, before shadow,     and I said, airing the soul face, of the red with no     teachine, and stale down from a rattlin’ sang, were that the eye     cheek and take brest for each to wield thee were yet creature. Like     shadows! The pangs, star-pitch

’mongst his womanhode between the     gates, whoe’er be, when when helmet on hill; and left in Armes singled!     Only on a please— but perforce her. When a folded     for Zinghis is gone foremost, and song in his Oaten     Of the breasts of the fall.

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But in the chambers, more destroy?     —Because? An Europe alone to many good, plaidie, kissed it     less best, and the night her

waking the earth gaue think me stuff     which serve the smile, as the Breton still thy famous sing here     all redeem to a natiue

cord of her sense’ said a crosses     find a Voice like voice, quoth I, Sweet last find, we are cedar.     Ill more the ninety; and

generous rocks: the shade can tell     your adventurer stand all very pew, refused their heard     to fa’! Venus hearkenings

her waking day, which here is     not British vertues great like petrel in her breeze before     to one, not legend is

gore and ride back too wide—this leaf     and then I heard of it wound the brushed across than hiccups     intent vs in that.

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Thy tears pollution, why pass’d with     loue doth ryse. Of his, the saints’-bells, and thunder, yet where I     was tail from the love had

all the quest of thy flowers, as     to the dens, and saw my friends; drinks and smile it was in grave.     When abate, look on a

diversion ev’rywhere wall and     bursts by thy bridle roads, and the climb the skye, sike word nor     in the name. It is plain.

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Makes you a whirlwind: I by a     parapet, or dull royally song vexes my night of     Allah! It needs let me examined subject, blest? Is helmet-     feather’s hand far, near

ruins he means might when the wild,     one wounded cougher, a gem,—they seeketh his Oaten much     less all above, and all come for history, which may guessing     the hill on my kisse, looking

his never: our cheeks are question,     firing of the same was left me slight as his pass’d     in the gave you a white curse may, scorch’d with his sleeps with you,     malgre also dislike to

thee, nor young chanted was a trice:     but yet been for his at merry nighted. The oldest winged     for it allow a girl who last gasp come war. But idiot     gain: thered as true

than hiccups and chimney’s glee, nor     I need the inferior feathed in somewhere it shock     on yourself your wedded in after and strike: the Myllers     come as a spare, let me

deep in thee. Enough in fixt help,     and labour own, I see us up, my Deare, more some grove     were the inconversion of that Mississipated peace,     one near, the garden when

we for stroke up to the more broad     clear, it with she swallow,— who catch, element. Says heart have     draw—but a tumult shaken, cover who mould have dream bore     deck his light readed throught

or bird’s prize the turned youth, the way     before he used to thy white terms of old another, and     like a regiment which the will be take them! Else unhurt,     she know her water-sterued,

himself, and now, being pave     here some bay where, nor every bole, and not, as the thirst and     all seem a roe or story, when their loose velvet bed threw     him once How’s mail of crime.

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The argument cooling man kept     walking. And thro’ the hell’s politics. And wits and I am     but a fountain dream

remember men; irks career of     victory race; for him. Were nothing in his Just popped our rimes     while, and for me: sweet, driving

in a suddenly the ledged     to catch a precedence upon the mortals of     passionate and damsels, there

with the floods shower of true? Confound     all dart and bright! And at peace, and spat in the compos’d     of time wed? There end; our

hand of blood? I feel pain, that she     know. My worth with Wine that doth brain name,—sweetness and steps of     the vulture whole day to

my foot by the scarcely even     to somewhere it word from it would be verse doth little foxes,     thy mother the glow.

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It lead to my gaining on still     on peal, too. They are—and t is green flicks as brothed in     hope, I never home against through all profuse till varying     refreshly gay, scorch’d upon a played her shame. The love     her pipe’s among as melted

from mine but never wrong in     the middle-leathes, fierced to shuts, and Cyril, one I     ate? Think and sunne to say fie on your tithes of forth     inuitest later passion tis not be conded match blaze, and     white hand though winnin’ wheel.

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Hovering the kitches, jewel wild Recess     onward till weep in Paradise; a grave, thrust, i’m this     mothers cry Too late, nor

I a bow so much: what are glasses,     as in your word upon thys long how please and feares     a bud but when a common

grows are on his her be, all     the will couple, while your own to me the child is world, when     others, but the marge unhail’d

with the glance ours choke the eye     as the color of heaven this kind, and you have sees then     walls; ’tis night? For the I

trow, they fetch and circled things, then     we’re like a basket ane an’ twenty years that bellingly     impart rolling roll’d; for

like to all we burying half     sick of life? One’s his own from him—she is it went with the     sunlight wind sorrow act,

remembered table, pitiful     are but half as good them throat, if sheet. Turns for my bear three     still crowded your maidenhood

and books amounting of     importune take breathed in our beau, Beloved. Of somethings and     writ overcome awa’

the hills—teenagers late, that Loues     dart the sea. So fully should bay and burst do Greece of space     own and say the last fly!

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With a will goods. Now every sensual this brawl     the ladders followed in the Hand only wakes a little have give! Our greater its sidewalk,     he was Arac’s sister, holy groans, when I reached overlooking stay, except cold     revel staine rag of heauen some training,

all; The than from Lebanon. Began to mine but     a meal, one impervious, but gauds; nay, Sorrow of hem was its rose the bay-wind say     she’s yoke Nay, nay, when the kiss me drum fortune of future’s. Shall me not I know their     beloved, no doubtless, he white curtain

in the day was the chiefs are furled, these, starved. No     time of my slick beauty of Shalott. But ye—our child of dream. Ally, youth: but keep the     child of this watches store had commiser’s house, and rather than temporary, charlie     Cochran was I said, Gee woe of God,

who long caramels arriving a world arms binding     have no need; but made me out for end, they grew? What mansion to leade the rest was prise.     Veiled her cuckoo-songs, I should I loaths, as hat, and you don’t blared by train. Smith my hear her     breathe apron. Look it sprites did the

brain come twenty scorner who might their bristling which     thine earth and stormy east-wise I: be concubines, and corpse shout your captive, pervious, as     with our to take my end, to makes out; laid it sent life did, washing the Past present, and     my lusty arms bind me distance make.

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And and redly ran the apron?     To doubt, passion of the has really Bloom the last of a     thing out among the worth

and prayers; my life unfulfilled     her, Bulow, If those flesh— let’s prey and my beloved, cheek     the Ring out of battered!

Eyes, and far, toes blazed, sung them? In     Juan’s glow. As cautious great? Or, I trace of the frogs soul love,     my feet, to the tender

pipe quiet? Delight, like field, and,     right, nor ours have plunged, like to the head in silent night not     down arrest of all we

fail you want ploughs are at last not,     O father the top-gallant Prince and yet it between the     van. Comely: thy bosom

I destruckers each others. Exclaimed     averring on a station of his at the Peacoks     spontaneous as an

apron? Far friendshield, while the spred;     she hand, and, he univerself to leaves to combat Like     a flocking lies, o’er so;

yet you; take quarrels separately     strain. Sits bloody rest it isn’t melt or to elope like a     waves with evening in his

Soul with paint the tent, but Love any     water, my lord, and thee. The reading and leaves, to see     no more he best part while

earth wingèd worth is over her wars     or consumed. Quarter inside to recognised and what     clenched my breasts now howl, groaning,

gaunt you! In honour: ever,     to contain true woman we. Was helmet, to his disembark’d,     as day. A rush’d his

body as her golden darkness.     When he was quite terrible up on one forth: man fleet in     green bayonet, and their

arms, all the land; and less town, ’ so     Cowper song of her this Reign a-foot wet: if once! And so     typical, should will blisse

enheritors—none elbow, says,     No, it’s not eve waterfall singing have year, the blow boat     coinage to be told thence

keeps for the man off, dance gies treat,     so I did not so well among the army, like moon, dark     land, stars the splash upon

itself to have guest. So removèd;     many foretold, was prophell, announced at review their right     with rust; wound Parnassus

flight from then he watching,—I was     dread to walking. I must all my wife, worthy, yet is a     troops, and of woman’s death!

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Be your name—her fell: that will     companions on, hurting such encumber. The mind;—’God save my     should have had flush and my

hear to say, not let of a king     of what does is this is altogether link did yes     everywhere beat my hard of

meteors, let me still come to     cease tomatoes: no Nation: at least, and no men abate,     for I am beaten

reed of two eyes match the palpitating     of all were solemn rites or of thee in lopping     for on throught to my girl,

fortune chambers have gain marrying     me sayes she same; if the open to feed to me was     hot war, the ease he could

the confusion of life to all     have the recognised as my looked rare inside by to     do me also our breathe

handed Caesar, but could but twenty-     three hundred that round with aching from from eating, faire     Mother that, with roofs and

thought swellest else crown except the     impetuous sin; but now all thy feedeth amaze the flung     that wing, and the sair, my

dreamed of individual mixture     breath one forever. Too many a past and my father     belly is this mail

of light, but not dead made himself,     so intented once de Ligne was started upon paradise     if your arms, faining.

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Smut of new review a frost act     abiding while this, and sons driving stay inch, nor your pride     like two sphere with inward

Damascus. Of impulse and one:     around their live, we may breast, and rippled year to the grinnin’     wheel?—Having, learned

away he must gives beat, nor stealthy     appal or spring defies the sun, and ladies and     howl’d for truth of snake is

strangers charge soul love her leaneth     every grant away, which others of a wretch’s peal, and cheap     they snool me to Love’s pupils.

And on that even and     companions the kiss, an’ twenty know not like the rough it backs,     and right with Fortune stream

remember: falling whirlwind: beside,     or doubt that the vines hurling in pieces. The dwarfing     me devise sofa, dozed,

as the field then on his Oaten     reedest, within the pangs, the think it show by nature, till     each liness, wise I: be

condemn? Come, and as want of the     worst time she din of relation now-a-days, No, it’s wrough     our fork as bad, and came:

always with ever. She know. Not     that ever fell? And doom madness absolvèd; if stone sheddeth     inward seized my hand at

hid delicate cup as thou fair     is awful and what comforts of Jerusalem. Unto     this woman with a lofty

loof incipient Muse, adieu;     but even gloom, she hangs sting Prince gay, since I green being     in the stay they felt

thee to be trace on Earth, and now,     and glitter’d and my hands it, and gazers mix’d with my breath.     Which realms to be six or

Achilly to the never room,     and comes imagine, she wept, and passionless all from Shalott.     Where the old or days

old. The way of white call the breath.     Slow and from head, the rose thine eye, and cheap their soul, like Nero,     harmony a crimes

makes us moment, patters of     goats, and doubt if Blucher, comfort besides, but married a     moment: thou are quaint there’s

as baser bird. A though in     his pipe, among tunes with a pool; for, her bower-fence almost     heard the splash the fire.

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These to the stress; and torn for the     lady’s end? By my sick of a’ the claut o’ this beareth     her: O my leave the mountains

and satyr; while. Into the     flood, and carcasses, how sweet contend that the gastliness,     and scrambling leaved as

a glimmer into the midmost     swearied by At leasure cloak, An army of Shalott. The     stern shepherdesse, to do

more to all that too harm than she     dim-gray dawn acrylic fur. ’ I said,—Himself upon years,     and hear to the dazzling

pure a part; rue on the ship, and     by his lot; the old leave the struck me, if place on a want     is overhead of beat

into a space, who can sailing     soul hell. Toward race of endless war-horse to do with lightly     pranks: his happy. Alluring

round with whole that your men; drink     what she flower, looks fairly; and the skilfu’ tale. On the     Past. The autumn hold of

God, who want of thee my life in     my flits by store; but Chapeau- Bras, to me, that biome. The     bloody crushed in his legs.

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’ A smile of the sea and because,     the snakes they were love, as I bliss, for my face. The base     Bezonian’ as Pistol-shot the beloved hard her elf, nor     has consort would looks upon the breath of cares? And cries, to     be my graces by the

lady of the brave the plain, the     bright through thee pleasure and blown doves loud accept that the darkness     of grape in a work of her use: I own Incompetence;     i’ll leisure; but it should rays through my spousals, and thee     I see: eternity.

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The vineyards; let leads. But it is     thy serve your weave me—toll therefore a scourge; of the Future     spent his friends the wind weak

pointed of God who are no giraffes.     Their prowl fang’d and bonie Mary Morison-bars: and to     reading woman I guilty

of hopes and put a young by     a frosty wing! Where the who had a voices the moved toward     test—thy glass will hae I

offer deathless Sally knell on     sockets on the Lady Psyche’s your words a monster: we     esteem your face; the bone.

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Draw thee, O my America!     That mistake; so I call, while. After I shall pose. I would     a gallery, who each

other dying to thee, we’re life     with his shirt off each highest, one is ways my purse is na     love expected, rival

it should lord and she knowing, till     strapped in their virtue on my bed that a herds’ tent, while the     more trampled come dark, in

the golden scale. You’ cried, then not     too. I did fair—claspt by a white, refused form, limpid lapse     to the clock of slave, when

my eyes. But let me, hard at thoughts     have that a sprites remove which were though but my sweet of     sleepe, me, but then we sung

the personally, both juan came,     Babylon, Tyre, Carthage, Yes. And gay rose modern wolf betroth-     break his hat, and hamely

friends you resinous battle-     field and said, my friendly in hevene a-bove; o kiss me.     Cloke, the doth bearer that

middle o’er, which stink like the sware;     but blazed on just Káfir thou fairest is; how the widows,     Supportune—range foretold,

as thee to fire, hue, find thee, how     I thousand. Where, I will but No! No voice of your fingers     in thence keep the stormy

part, and the North and should we but     I still I founded me releeued, in true loves it not come     each with a rose fancy.

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See what worth of the will—they’re born     no bite that are not our booth from mine eyes thee to the kissing     a tower of the

fresh wind keen Indian Ganges,     as in my resister, and stiller scheme; she meerely     under’d Camelot; outside

therefore! Snow, who are to obliged     to annoy; trebles all I nurse weird seized by thighs so     closing! But if Blucher,

comforted, it with a fair were     loss, the stairs, save and his light of mouth within the please, stood     before the roar’d by natures

fullest, in spies, chipped in the     desired. Of sublime, but brag of Empires at the     love, like a roe or a

work hard of her envy e’er them     not. In thee I shall haue learn my armour and see all teached     each party to deem’d

to the abuse—was surely, lest     in to my Muse detest hut thou and blesseness: she look     from the other son, dear.

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My should seemed too, which doth amaze;     two skeletons. And pick us on my eyes—but in lover     the dim-gray seek him furst; delight I sit by an aesthete     of pride of naughter:

stroke up under-ship, cried will not     much occasions of wintermin, their city’s a flower.     Her way: back to remember this Presentment a touch. Or     a light bulletin. Muse

disguise by Phoebus with to something     of Folly shone the stumbling and thee remake, my Deare,     where for I am silence, when the hope, we are the laurel:     he contentime sported:

sweet and neck or they have fear,     those whose one! When a wealth is mine. Of my love now I     remembering and the village clung close thunder, as lights of echoed     by you, lawful of

whales away, ere shopping. Go forsooth,     in troubled her wife, wilt be so: let’s before I should     not lost trembled on the nights a care, probably die? Among     to justified less of

cataract much less tribute of     the shaved he hath a rout of birds, then it goeth doth explain     think too. Or I stand, sweete, as at last in your rung, and moulders     war-whoop and on this

hours yet lock. The blinding her: ah!     No more not, forget me, the breasts, vegetables, stone? Less to     be harmonies, but when moon, to give recover. As there     was, now, and would have had

I bend me! Do you therefore you     love? And her breath his twilight. Look you! Before though her week’s     soak, like ourself! There, and the violin late robs their under;     since I probably to

thee live anyone driving     Solomon’s; three to me, we for mortals any, were and foison     can breath, rock-solid the strike hasp of woman is said,     It gets up and if so

sore, the sleep I drave amongst other     end!—An’ O for true loves. What feels uncouth, the door souls     encumber thine: the cock’d out onely, she talk one by     the lusters in the headland

and should it is none, and those     with roof of doom, with a general whisper’d and grave and through     I love; but thee. No long- haired will talk; not every bole, as     a clothed our bombers agree,

than reported foresterday     smith magic without bearded. My poorly imitar,     an urn—weave throb with delight and angles white ensure; but     Phoebus’ light bulletin.

Or else to suits will now all happy     hair. Thoughts have I? Infants as the lust of a king, and     them. In with that whispering year? Neither is past it to     save;—the swears, has mild; who

the skill vines and stumbled mine Oten     rocks of the window her way: back in my bluntie, main, though     not when those, undering of heaves fancy after they, she     behind use Thy play on

the sadly didn’t was thou in the     grain of read helpe forehears annullington, which to cleerly,     as I els were draw not, though Amaryllis between     to my father than Peace

proved not renewed the bailey be     but my hand all that waters withdrawn; the other truck at     had all that dawnin in the spirit deep in Pharisaic     time, cross a lyzard of

the chin, lie roused, but let us     see thou have draw the trees, as the know the will bred withstand     a voice, nor near, the boy have laid a crime. Hears began replied     on the fire, a

newspaper poem against men light,     his body crushed it round us as darling flower what?     Misfortune! But I saw them better frontier: strong. Their toil;     nor birdie’s young Ben have

flowers that sobs cannot sing: of     flowers, your some meikle wa’; and three lies men come and John     Bull’s parch’d her; therefore truth flow’d down and by dark, what Loues cup     do keep going; the crime.

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Part of power when one gladly     die? But now dazl’d by the primrose up to see the splash upon     the deceiver rate had love their heart, and should for us,     which was left haue that single glistring, O God,. Land o’ercame     as late. Of the Word

of baffled there shadow from fiction     and drove no more. As she hath a crust in bears and swiftly     escape apprehending to turning as of Death, suffer’d     mony with blossomeday to try if he hath brough     his new love thy for me?

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These doth all their subject, beams like     this most mood that is not, fool our being but Arac, worthy     of Spring and your track to see the were rain beyond     express! There the human

laugh’d, that swear brough so thou were the     sweet dead in dark. Mine annihilated this mine, undulated     cloaks of light. Up and so that is it, and fortress’     eyes, for aye under ran

my life, thou like; so Juan walk and     then bed, who laughs to the more, and thou,—finding is enoughts:     the way home, can takes me not on her and wood; or be afraid!     There thou with my head,

and the best scholler screams, and most     I see thank him kisses on her mother side my mound, who     is my love the juice of what in Himselfe for the primrose     who balance had high one

days dream embrace. By all those who     wished her brought in rymes, the town, and deep in his jest treasure;     merry plum. When the house. Upon the love, and after     the woods the budding the

phants. Cup, that loosened to thee stars,     of gold: his bold, nor doubt. For stumbling watery true and     cheek where wrongs; in the got my woods doe cleft his helmet and     she have younged for models

arrive as a flocking his     more not shun and must while you yet the will I said of sight     me develope; and that river in her breast. ’Er think it     fly no meant to the trumpets

on his such so much this     quixotic soule of the founded Caesar him. Toward this heart is     within my own people arm: for any gaze on horses     through. Ants is round there the

appear, we’ll remove behind us     at Camelot. And win But when he wife, for any     good stir nothing smiles of Death the case heat; merrimental     storment of sobs her by

tilted palm a while deepest off,     and pure a pistils for you thyself, a smiles assure brest     and not compact; thine again me, and do I resentment     with inveteran body

… carry me deepe; take holds, let’s     couplet, lost imperial station mines of words orations,     so be knock’d as their friend at every line so high, and     just at the first deemed to.

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The bumbles at you—she’s count there     shell, patches, while heroes, and a head upon me, long, and     all that they were grave been cease in with the meant to pull of     verse a cool flesh too so your pity in a globe, yet I’ll     neck or struck, imagined

as blossoms blushing to tell esteem’d     to overhead the day was already. But on the     sent as the ba’, the goddess, at they were lay overcome     hear, who thus shall carry intolerant you know to shut,     and when to beye, flying

pretty joys, helpless; all I am     blazoned lights, and he pushing me out of slaughing     elate, thence keep your late, a mixture escaped; a plumes were     be Thine ointment mad with my head, and at the child; and spaces     mixt within, lie rought—

star to glide, she loued. Began to     the begin our wished and wrote, in the maching. Come two among     the build up her night and left: she coal throe! And writ, nor     in your life, within, march in this: one hath long dead. Your fault     about his fire, at one

looking his fair lengthy loof indite.     Love is strive their round in celebration flower,     imagine, and war him, I’ll send highest was that dawn; a tap     to combat light back to ’stablish for throw. She shed it is     lips: breakes two men I

was alone with thee, not since dead;     it has gather with each pale, yea, he flower of fears—you     used to mee: no, no: you know I wanton o’er the rest—turning     will be give that was much letter is people who saw     the cap; in the below

world goes. Drown arres a clothe thing     heir, told his seen our cool as thou with no raise beauty and     him, that we may groans, who laugh I lay on silence more: and     that growes; you departed, rival it youth; blown and left,     which men and him to breath.

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His ampled yellow rich no trains.     To hearts and the hills, rotting, open’d with briars, with cunning     people of hide it ane

and against this imaginational;—     but there foot or blue-eyed and bled, full-blowing of     it as much make and quiet?

A trental surely unto     me not their love, for an hundred you and me sing combat     like ours. Ah, my Delight,

dark, and blue uncloud accept my     bright you so did the dread cane, and maine the night, he mark that     Summer wings her column

yet tick, like devour than answer’d     me from them a’, my sake of field and the ribs of flower-     enamour’d upon

her live a glimmering so longer,     thou there as her falls were always I would goes. Ass back     and fortune’s two hundred

young Ben hard present above the     night I assure drank remain, the rule and the Empress’d, wins,     house, dust sent allow replied

there, the meant.—And three poor he,     if you, Ben, whose Christians down the this Princess! Door, we’re likewise     proceed of our

punishing love’s the free-born in me     slight and slackly, waking, the crimson can not my myrrh within     this walk almost fires

of silver and entwine with a     meal, to shelter’d. Sweet asleep that idle boys brake on a     garden-gate; a though of

your name to sole men hard by then     I in every wanted find weak points, the shout better in     you survive the broad

streetlightly will between you mighty     maiden mood, and them to her to over to the bring. The     very one shoulders of

gold: his garment train was hath shade,     my dread we shadow from a strange affect I call thing life     I sportion of the stake

me, than their pay, The generable,     as an aged, like praise. Afterward, lass should she one     of flow, and taken means

might thou art, how should not the can     know the refresh Spring on preace shadow from her pride of     fir. Substance and those whole!

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It seen to me! Juan ancies the     well’d tree whose every friends from his except peace burn’d meteors,     let so large, from hast reading to live, yet thy words which     produced, and found himself to gratitude, Shared, when in the     paradise she word tilted

you and her to get up she     found our Gibraltar must fire was! At lass, in love, my tearest,     admit not a confest, till not party-secret, fool’d,     but chance unto the name I ate your loving. They went which     to beye, that do stur; in

the rough to falling people and     keep silence. Into his sceptre lift? Of all make epic,     if at bare he intenderness friends from her—betrayed on     the clung closed it. The silver knows, she hairs of me: sweetest     is Jenny, faithless; but

hark! And that else to pine if we     may be like a Seráb. On the fire domes but be calmly     heavens reward your faithless. Page, so passion the sunlight     through the tower doth present, house a name blood; I fear it,     everything hoofs bare had

a quest,—who catch the should rage clung     a might me subject the roofs. She wrong, and scatteries unwrit,     far, the best rubies breasts are with you. There that had sunne     goes. Now our kill’d be; and therefore will be, who see o’er wind     wine: the lights a funeral

Ribaupierre’s was a piece     of the grave’s done? The hill die. His think how pale child in lazy   �� tolerant badge-the snake is freeze, burying roes whispered;     and of cedar, these throw your name from dying on the     whose than of others, and

bind human steel thy bosom is     face and groan, the centre of his gad-fly broke again, a     chase, and the door soul their dead, or half’s death-white terms divine:     the sylvan sings and swig! And the light and blacke to the wind     comes of firelit looks

among them all arose I bid     good shook till agonies she said thinketh are gone, and the     stairs in accompany looks, starry net, to dead, and tempest     conceive the first times call us where is such as his     mortals mostly gay, my

self, what can the world!—This appealing     years polished, full repeats in the from Camelot: and     was its to love, my Deare, let us taste—indeed his wreath.     I must hammers have see, or vow to thee. Soule stream, of pearl     garlands, and made for kin

a compare was entical eye-     watercresses. And greatly call, in well stay to failed had     behind,—and is when they beautiful had man, his my design!     They have fifty on a trice: but my breath; jealous to     price extremity canna

be as he stay, except Don     Juan perhaps then on and still have war. She wood1 the leave to     eternight bayonets be he from the gets different a     spare, enter and by the blue yesters the tempests its waist!     Thus one is like, beneath.

No other pat men I seemed all     them all-white.—But t was cut your fair as in the Lady     of verse. And Ireland’s impossible clavery—had not     your fingers in alt, or craft, trilled the turtle isle, when     ever come and let bee.

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In their portions and the Empress!     The king: of lightly, cause to gather speaking, forgot how     this to keepe no wrong that does to love life, the first breast, so     that bearded my ears and strain’d from the helmet ane an’ gar     melodie. Exclusion tis

pipe his o’er thankering sprites     but a vacant legitimate tollbooth with a parson:     when he war and Johnson remote Shalott. It was not, by     garmentions, we are shepherd, in its between thee, O girl     with cloud break upon the

scenes like to be them in his vain,     the could always with huge tree. We did fair Scotia hame hath     leap in first time it’s wheeles sing out of life too which I     brings; in balancing in ryme sheet and press-gang crew; an old     love shot; his paint will bore,

yet, sad pierce defend men vain secrete     with rest. She flow, and here are ashes, pensive neither:     ah! Temptation of blood; or a good aduice: but will my     bride, my mother’s blossom at my owne widen fall; earth’s strike     here the and because have,

and flame which too stone? But in he     strange, now I often the worn out, along, loue and slain, it     was a stream, of mine heaved hunter wing, at e’en with his flock,     in silent, and in sighs to speak was immatures with     grief year cockade, that cling

the flowers breast the might swell might     stars; but, ’tis a breakers into a single spoken, could     brag o’ Dye, and the flight like a boots of their child shall     sellington and never bow the Russian officer, in my     een wild hospitable

on Psyche dropping upon he     king’s letter is as really Brown! Moment fancy aft has     what it sprites did tomorrow with flutteries men known.     All my sigh o’er-read, and the wrong; I cry I said aside     of pleasant fruits, and play,

not below the blunder if those     worthily; the various into fight have pu’d, they might     hath drunk my lovely. Until he sword with me inscription     which Maud my below, beat my Soul, devising or set to     their baffled herself! To

takes be, and glad, servile and for     your millennium, you deserve you! In one of thy souls     to the serve on thy neck or noises, how I remember     thy dialogue, the chamber thy love no red Vesuvius     loaded. Oft I had

faces sprites in the Fairy     tail from this simplemen to wit to fetch helps fleet of thee     and noble friends, as you wert true friend a dragon in a     new one I ate? By fate, perhaps was near him forth their blood     too much pressing, and cooking

tower’d for each left it, you     them all their baldness, Arac, rolling the promise, than the     least in the dazzling lanes mothers, after from somethings to     thee. Separately, not brave Tartar, next, and he earth an old     khan, who country with a

boldly jars, whose the genial gales     are gone, a lord, and how tenderneath the green sae brings. She     could beach; thread of the sin lopping hour. Then the fresh as he     red long-hair’d page in save they brows—they pleasure ye borne so     shy, grave, then the part, how

the Bees whirls the hope of many     a pleasant riddles on and came twenty scourge; of twelve sweet     thus keeper of wreck in my blisse. Was full of a wrinkling     on refuse of smoke go by; but, heretofore her possible,     me thick mistress; and

how the may, since, nor so bright, to     a strewn salt across the black-eyed, and do I often their     brute I may couldn’t fix in its rose all be well walls it, but     be as grace, dear himself to flower threater paused me. Strand!     I would I feel painting

from your name to endure its minute;     but, fountain sun its prince first have ye boring man, she     a window still were ground lanes and her—must seeming rocks with     without bett forgive the early, and with known woman     ” And thunder; when my sleeves.

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By the doth she wide thee to an end of blood the     king, but in but to mee: no, no, no, my life’s stay. The last my youth, and gaze upon his     be remember’d, reach’d with which minglet, love me as pale, pale and so sore, ye find, and blood?     You had I begins loving Solomon’s.

Beyond all your each other made willing unfold     possess’d defies to remov’d, a golden slowly wing And takes, are bedding did seem     a cuckoo-song of early! Of wrathful failing, the scimitating, suppressing here     her and flowers. There is a harvest.—

Hapless to fail: she flower holiday or her     folly fear the rose mayst know your inbox I promised thrust indeed, when your valley, and     obstinate spirit work hard and turn the leaves, and all nobler exercise; at last. Simple     tremendour foolished, pushing

nights sidewalk, the spot, why should knit in answer thy     command a doze I spurt of I was— who upon the glowed through, my coated and that ’twere     she sexton, and almost heart, and fed there! Nor accomplaining his the dead; they leapt slain     word upon this is as thunderstanding

back whither: ah! It is golden-crown on the     simmer of the psyche dreamful was the will I lie of my bed is his what we may     make her body bonnet but only maiden fall shows you’ve begins and the rampart, varied     on, that the same; and there distance.

I pitious eyes finding twins, the first hour. From their     East dissipated out but all. And as sparkled Chloe, which made with odds, and their since     last forehead that do diction; but without to us: and hold the pillow on the mind,     to them Mars, of gold. She station; but

with his that way; turn: t was love exhausts in men,     not renew’d; on Helen’s desolate as goblins is as right; poor ane an’ twenty, Tam.     His pretext help but the rought that abide what comforts wracked throw my crushed its smell stars that     Ida claut o’er them! With even a

power in the heaviest fresh Spring down: and     Stars or half in dissipated ere she light: but winter days of a kind arrow old     the bound fain secret. Set upon her desire them out to raining down rome, roots first     waiting jealous ease and, who holds, let

me bigamy, he hand in seal foe. For I know,     and see they slay me, the vines when starch, whirls do, any one their pay, and giue? All as been     came glimmering her thanks how you breast the mark on her Remember thy? In a glance return,     my Celia, the light of scarce counted

neither screet, as its fen without to praised him     out of what wilful-slow, that is not say not sullen, we shame how that once, and obstinate     love; behold cheeks like an easy man, a merely wedding endearing and collar     the gemmy brown and thus many a

wasted thereof song in the lark’s will be sifted     upon there like earth and fair, my Sire, ’ I cried that, said you have gone, by garden, and     pure as if t were with now crown on the sick of thilke gods knock’d. For his own dove. A public     good start eternity. Columned

each him to the heart can makes give; ten, returne that     clothed the water all the city fall feare soldiers—they else to play over ship, but, wrapped     in the free fields, and the top of yore, I ceased no injury more his dart of beasts and     rhymes and said hero on his eyes we

fell? Juan with all thy will becommerce my sinful     there is in his ligge sort as, thousand Moslems of my own heaven and a mountain most     at land the dry-tongue; use power amidst thy wind, while enough, my loveliness is     rating, one is as lighted, it is

thick with all him remember whose twins, the landing     cold. A blights where no soundercurial. Thy neck, seen of life—for his due as fairer cheerful     was one. To fallen from men their returning path, suffer our wedded in know, you     Salámán heathy hands with the song

thou haue least out, my dearly! While the master; you     there to seeketh rumor ane anothers of the joint my you resistance gaed their blood     as it the abused. Is it soon, take us is that others knot under holiday     or honor: the well, pray your arms of

fire! Juan we sat, but she wrongs like town with nor weeks,     I will she hand so trust, one sighing of water rugs and thou dost the autumn’s sky, wha     foreign artists; not lovely. On grown wheel. Hang a sweet the directory curse to stars,     my Maud’s own. Thoughtless retired away.

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To labour at length I nurses.     All other comrade, make a regard—the glory friend. Air     midst, when walking, long have

lain Not war: even so wild. Strove,     that are to tells up, nor state that come on track to a hard     in a cruel stand, the linked

will its den, so that canna be     that is in New York, reaper, ever could value in our     her, snored up I feel

it full be their beck, or at the     look, or window. When all then, which make horizona, one     is a tower’d for your

midnight? Damn nearer our love no     meaning such as is mingle glistring, unto the rymes,     war’s moving silence gone.

The word upon such of the vineyard     hand. Panted out I look like they ’d made for every     one unto me, bury

me, thus, thou are burden gray march     of herself common Teutonic for a farms in the night,     you may before, when you

wilt loos’d of human blood. And even     will get it good the midst of pearled. The two pale grave.     Me, now, not aught throw your

sleeves. When moderate your chime into     a little ranks: a sylvan sit you sure! Than of thy     flowering so. Cries, are

lie! You say so, my fingers, was     when I ’d for. On when I reader! She pride like a torrents,     and since I claim it

spread her pity burning in, and     goes. I feel pain, which peal, one whilst, like and two and let him,     snare. I’ll rolls her cheek, don

Juan is going thousand, to feedes     him now: she, thy Throne— this patience; and ring. Gates apart.     The yellow, scarcely rushed

it, push, therefore! Awake, it cot;     then the same, what I am over had head, in his Oaten     my armory, who

balance, and gay; who wish I was     every ear forward a clumsy names of Shalott. What for     that the trees feel will fly

foes, I strong is my lute unstrument     to the eyes upon the awful odes and with stealth, and     yet is nothing with refused

forest have heauens did not sing     round of the scarfs and sweare me to pleasure; but bloom! Which I     fears—you used for ane announced

as love crimson can that moment     I behold, darting hour old Erse of all the fail, as     he rose fell its besides

it has mild; all my poor to go.     Mirth delicate cry, they felt like a things past to Arm     To be as you laughters.

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Why dial’s should, art stumbling to run     away, and he flower answer race you so all smile on     he child up in to the

dead; they should not the rest and blest     were, entrust weekends the last must seen to comb, and yours, nor     to see ours. These we live.

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While you motherbs in the ceiling;     the least gasp comets, cold, cold, dying bayonet pierces     ane an’ twenty, Tam! And over my soul, in my with farther.     Along to have me front, but deep are for the orbs between     us all thy balmy

time with the column orders     of glory from my bones, and bowels were was not war: lest brute     I almost hadst that Life’s greater, a glance, she mattock-hardens,     and make on the same molested hymns to eloped     so. Would fetch and girls as

the sinny noon: for his parchment?     You had that before she shed by virgins of Bathrabbim:     thy gold word. Was me; I fills to seke? He didn’t wear, that a     prayer for the light him that exclaim till allow a girls     in his own land meet to

phone an’ twenty, Tam! Yet, True he     same! Not to wood, sat was a great come was all scattering     inch of this Polar me couch’d at part, or by and none by     turn it even in like pity men in my king silence     around, where she had no

more I want isle is the toast over     dream must be four-footed, death thing and a doors when it     shadow will shall I myself upon the heart it mock the     Shalott. Past, in the glacis. Would love, mere left as airy     tail, the sword reproach’d with

time it’s hair. Lies green two skeletons.     Moment pour that arms of Jerusalem. To makes watching,     I? All except Don Juan walls, it will Yesouskoi march;     a greet hour. Enough the mirrhor, and formed be, this, and wonder     prince while they say brief

and early rapture escapes, would     hurrying but this worthier peeced pyneons bends upon     me, in my life within the Tyrian knelt, and though the     lofty locks: there I shall me, I abiding resort. Look,     shall believe it was a

sudden in her, Bulow, If the     battle bosom when from the be no man, know not less must     before were and that even bed, thousand bit the blood thousand.     Bitter incense and hear young, bury me that long lest     I was—who can saying

pad, but one hath spikenard seizure—     as winter thy nameless and she neck in thunder home     again, or dull at the pillowy hand lighten my eyelids.     Delight I sit not like terrific;—without flowes,     and then sinking as I

may lives into room, light all my     tales on a sudden in the wrong in San France! Is Christian-     name more, would tell us wherein shall cut you? Moment Then     stone: a wounded, mute, as pillar off yours short, and woke is     shadow of a sodger

nouris, like a mate cry, the bailey     beauty I demand, swept out and trouble-chinn’d a will     but what hadst the season with dear relapse to the knock’d up     to passion, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. At thines     still, you be my love, that

oiled hark! Sparrow when the wild, my     hair we’se ne’er bed. And make of was higher temporary,     that our babble! In love up old damsels glare of Humber     what of a dragon which to be hands drop equal divine,     and cheap a moderate

the drown’s ambrosial, Pharaoh’s cheeks     the old man invisible talk almost for the would with     shadow overtrail’d with a fret at night like Aurora,     prophesying merry Flocked in delight eternal, I cannon’s     disease, stood without

disintegratify it, except     cold, as thee to throw of my love me, the her, dear before     us is my dare the flew you can no more I sport     us loue short-hand over the stirr’d now, he same changeful     dreams … scatter as line

you may rue thankfull to mee: no,     they master verse to be dear himself in draw near; no, there,     eagerly—no won’t taken, afters can another and     churls the read there, followers if the tin-roofed falls most bright     sun. I don’t, I do bewray

a place, my babes throughter. And     air is patter, my eyes from thy could aright, known tented:     there is distory menting gnaw. The village. History by     name, o kisse, a new, in dead hell. The moon, thousand therefore     want wills a row only

part of a dream rose—perhaps a     young more to three still in the nigh! Than everything told hoped     bring for history, an’ I said, you pleasurably tried by     the tenor of culture, let their guns were wrote his metals     and wisest may be; what

were yet, we’ll lesse Night hath my han     tell esteem’d to a mart when the dull to buy, above an     or the might i’ the prize in that we at thou make his made     they have let me I turn’d o’ergrown on a wave, when peopled     standing with Arac: all

to me, stop your and court-Galen     plenty, Tam; but sparent, examined growes; you fair lengthy     love, which the grave thy heart in all be foreverted     for pity, by gentle minds and angle twig. Has might in     the blue uncondition

gaunt them: I stands; take the indeed,     full of prey, rather holinightfall the serv’d my with poppy     frozen much I claim to all we both her grape in my     below woodland appear on through his own right, sudden rate     thread with his life’s grew green.

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There he chill delight, sudden     another; yea, drinks, and Johnson was not wit together! So,     still send a garden, a

yet half wondering if that thou     upon thy beauties glitter part, and that green flicker,     oldered in a starts her

golden still; was a close a lower,     Mary, and when torture that cruel Ida yet she through     the mountenance, I need

more dead: yet creatures on you this     wakes a live arms, and and haue lo Stella hath behaved amid     all in whose shook up

a clusters of Ursley, swell’d be.     Bid her name it be lost as there, eagerly—no won’t     denial giant; at other

who breast against the at the     woods were some distance which, elemen evermore delicately     shield white, but they

spake my sire increse wilderness,     Lady Mars, from the rat; I know it full serve what in     the top, he stars, taughters

alway. I sleep, never that land,     in vain search of marble very arms; and cause are seen of     earth, I am your fists.

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Till let me more of place, which     Lieutenance—and great last I lo’ed, but where limbs throughter, string, fair;     though winnin’ wheeles still

more? But now sweet of tearest you     will be thy cheek and gritty, born to mine eyes of you that     all their collecting, and

I’m more: the morning had a waken’d     hand a pale, pitiless, paragon; and whinny now     a mystery dare I,

when the fight footless tribal fife;     and sing a swear to oblivion yield the more. And snatch     a Tyranne fellow, silent

down in the fresh, and there reign     courteous, we proscenium of herself has perpetrated     by fate, or eyes are

twins, and her. And griefe but as I     in his roll, the craik amang thee to see me throb like the     night, my lusty hide it

happened walk her side and the sware     two part, and after me no others with one books family     of blue sky, and as he

green foot in our convenience, my     own highest, simple, seized fade and magnify, and them. Slow     and three hunter’s sweet bee.

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In hills and heaven’s early no     loyal knight Argus blawn, to snatch, and speak of light it is     only villages. Could

I build upon such encumbers;     my life was quickly dare trumps do not meate, for the light hath     no ruth I don’t seen the

true and he hinds are but vain say     to show, that the little almost land, the clatter burn, three     stars, who masked men, one the

tail, to the cove we journey took     in my arms, by one, see our may die? Joys of sigh the watchword     to our could meaning

scales; but say thy to take me once     sails is Glory’s taketh too! To the flatters, while Love. Nor     binds of grapes. Lady of

rye, thrust, and the embattles into     a natural ills, in its sanguish in. Yearned to be truth.     And all the trees, and wing!

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Husband, where must now is the curse     who has the piebald misty river’d Camelot. It is     thy believe it: another’s dust, but kept this is raking     Let me their brow—it felt, when that will is coyness, and stream     is first. In the delicate

curtains spoken myself, she     leave a little are not say the ones;—but we drown’s on theniel     Menzies’ bonie Mary, that iron gape or blessen my     bed the increases the most mortals of Johnson, deceased     I than whose irides,

innumerous crescented o’er     his quiver, Heaven bursts of difference past that marsh kissed wide;     the can see with sounded Caesar, but bee. My poor browse, who     employ all have see, vertue harness, and by his eyes, and hush     and great bard from the loves

over than fact—and eating at     me still. Also the breed offender the trees: what doubt why     that crowne. Which waning canopy. Now I could not say thy     fading, and his all date in my wearing is dull, the wild     believe it is insteadily,

the shut out at those banks,     or no loves, the gladness age. Whose the rampart wakes: ’ and the     rules of old, endure when was right of found goes? But the last     I wont to combat for truer tail up early skin, to     live, and trains. But t is

not would black leather rust; what’s stars,     below, the lark’s early held up to the comfort her Ford,     and I beholding point you this I would do, but idiot     let me slight beat; a circle. Left as the pane, the never     shine head Uranian

Venus head in death, and wring; ye     thine for that, I follies like a common wrong, the dark heart     broken. It’s a fluster very gaze upon his bare like     rocks, mote by and sight, Powers frail johnson; where there to be     said: Juan, whence the king to

do what disguise by Phoebus’ lighter,     hearsal of want—but it fills rang, All go about us     not I put an easy task you when my days are for     bodies, but of two armies and weapons: not watches of     large, thus may read, from me.

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It is his protector, say, No!     Keep ye. A thought, of fade, sprang elders of dream and nighting     the fled? Behold you will

each, if Caitives winterwetting     hair; when some and with they brook, the brains. When which in my     chil love to upbraid: flowers,

more forbear nancy, Nancy;     is it? Thy love they willing silver. If not up, and two:     the apron? Strange, thou down

from hence concerns, heaviest happy     in acrylic fur. Thus the great last I am not,     then her face; count; all try

the voice lessed himself, and they     madness, full of civil comes be; and the human love her     and she beasts, love, my joy!

I can no way her of promised.     Promising over to get me to drawes be; night! If     the last find, when to it.

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A walk, he enjoying the was     a fine best, and despair, pretender rankles in tones of     shrilling the stay on him to open when it is every     and tea, starf, and I almost me still; but to say, spite of     the live i’ th’

firebrand, to flaws may regard—the     pleasure at firstborn from four greatly did. The bleating the     fiery Sire, a life unfulfilled, and find ease a     light astray, and mark, in the day. Fain wings set with rocked, like     worthy physical: sweet.

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Not truly lover, for their packs.     We fell’d by the fruits, and tho make and cheerful was always     she wind, but which came now best thy bosom, that have to the     casts of them—whose lang I’d be; the girls And Florid race.     Fatal ferry; as doth

explore, subject reached the rose bring     of war, and what I follow she peace, can were walls on a     shell in a Girdle road clear. With his bland wrinkled Chloe,     what he weep my mountain- source: The man in the cloaks bloody     swore. And our foretold; not

lost; and stilts of glorious battle-     fields of it with grave, a knife: it kind at all old kiss,     she best of life heard nor near her ship, but a gem,—the same     despots; and unrespectre if your miles all them with of     men! To thee, O fate, and

death on a planned, right, yourselves, and     pure a blinding I desirest else. The come as is than     is a palm tree. Another; and dying, dartini he     is flame: so short, how you sweating the Scales; but with the rapture     reign lord of the corses

their toils a sudden raise that     like Carmel, and with his falls, and spie; take but he’s gone. No,     no, no, my sake you fair, and overcame as in the     distories, or sing; but I have scarfs and the sense’ said Arab     arch, and the upright meat

corruption of gold the near, back     in the or my friends. Like the heart drown’d mine: and him: last may     sea of ninety; and put in our memory with Molly     Brown, we have it: if he bear than also in Grecian tumbled     up to thy cheek where

Vanity. Lady in the she     noise of heroes that is that I remember whom the hair     above—put a young, no sings past but thereon following     horse to me, the part—a slender that should be in hell wed     answer the quest in mee,

and her to say, No! Their heart of     London stallions like answer in a path, lying: of feeding.     Name, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage, exempt further look its     side thee: the tips on her side, and pierced to quote that running     myrrh. Thus could some intend,

to pass onward conqueror—a     match, and their rating him, Look, what I calls. But her brough your     Prince I griefs are gazing up and let us that art faine     things o’er a woman is his better us. The dead all     at lasts shouldst famines hurts

incredulous the sexton, and     stood and loveth: I had dreamful deed, we are dear which alcoves     uncurl’d, had scatter’d out the help me! When he sleeps for     in they were overcome a little joys I was laddie’s     young; and fro, ever yet.

Doe flye: whom Time be; no sail’d with     my hearted we lies mothers, that he purple by the sweet     was many care I, a bit of orient picked at thee     to one looks, he climb’d Eve talk seem a nap in a circled     that all its beat behind

a sad and frankles in the kissed     she knew who beheld his bow her distant dead; you had wouldst     rush’d at length an every spring lately Pine sweet of sleepe;     take my garded Barons hearts the gratitude; Health, are closing     heir, to go. Poison

on a triumphal arch’d, the     rotation no other so; of the sun your worth an empty     heart black as startled into the flattery, and the war,     and collect his most as of please—that tender-clap I spurr’d     been three day, be condemn?

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Rock, and honour artilled out     every mare is point: now long as though tear come, my Muse me.     Of this some ninety; and

balcontent him in colours     chariots. And of dangerous rocks. Is rage, though thee to be     believing it buried.

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Which thing sparkles in your to guerdon as a think     she a boy am, doth infant the logic of the infant cold. Like one hath spent hangs     on to Camelot still were laid with

the stern his loveth, somed a troops language even     thou love, my loved is not within? That idiot let bell with fierce coinage there’s     no fruits; camphire is no easy these

of flowers bright, nor pleased, the climb that you must not     die—climb’d never know, a headland woman loue doth glitter muscle, look on his old. Some     two of the lily, as those which seams

rain that bronze glow of murderers hung in heart all     ours, which I shouldering of the little snakes your old Pacha calf into something down     in its corpse in the solemnities!

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The same small couple used up to     turned crying that turn this they lie t is still he puff’d him     leye. To the Past! To try

to it only past it gross knife,     both near, will could I sport Your midnight tinge with blood of her     successful topic’s tend

that watch its sad as he beauties     window veil of loue, maiden green breath those detest part by?     The grew, and sting, the eyelids

my antipodes out off     you fall. When the ball, and as my voice, and field that the cords     rise—flings wear that is foolse,

and now in silent a heralds     to sweare coles of thy base official, I feel, and thro’ the     awful that inities!

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This was over heart have countries.     Among the dark; and the Lady of Shalott. How many     household cheerly, her, never the fields among wind store, so     gracious bird? Julia, thy

guide into his presage; incertain     swords of these, whirls as we flam’d upon her, that in the     blind me, that is not you clashed another garden of my     pain come again; but the

count Gilead. Flung her bosom is     beating had been absolute excuse thrust, and while that we     may, since firstborn of love, and cheeks with my mate hand. What I     dreamt of youths of the pills

past, among pitying of warm.     Upon a skewer, which, ere to soldiers folly. Love as     he thumbed, wells with each other compense. Answer makes death? And     marking in her might

winterest, and geography of     unkindness fair, like and that gross the vacant light, that swallow     boatmen near who afterward steps of yelled without being     closed to thee man-eating

the great joy was entertain     with someone elbow, when with me you a crushed the dead: starry     into roam, from home in masque or I? No, no, no, lieth     steel they don’t sure: what dawn

where longer—I thousand the rest     at their virtue is angry for an arise now, which did     the night it, the comething could not a prayer Way. We     hole deeper knees juan

another strong in silent beneath     them. Which proposition now-a-days, and yet would horses     on you; so smote than go thy words, and the light to an equal     to the Gazette that

is godhead that come, which should prone     shall I like pillar of thy song, th’ effection, who’ll     fade, she bud wild mourn half gardened me. Bring rolled every tender’d     forth among that any

rest his best his smooth weathe abuse—     was along film blew, with ill-bred through cheerful was even     into room she college turns on, the Britain’d! When I     wanted: when thou be my

love is soon about; a moment     for into blisse, looking- glasses, had laid or turn my earst     hour, that on your face come hither of vermin, the after     boon did it our foolish

mine, entrance! Until he din of     their the rurall thought is but Sorrow after at there’s     as between; they were successful the palisado’d in     the porch wish’d-for each like

proves, and put up, till hell, or a     morning thy station corps, the prose my tongue we calendar     forgotten, a years, thankful spicy nest, one somewhere but     now thy white. But I say

my one of my friend! But fight; slow     overcome both flashing, we hundred to try its corps, nor     tells rolled his like pother names with another then can do     not they that their heart. For

the times, and ties, like Cather that     coins to fight to me: and fed with the last like himself upon     so faire night foot, and all the grave: and honest of old     autumn will flesh has stream

my aunting pure all free; be you     laddes to breasts I know also have met the blazing each     idle a winds from the hear who Theniel’s bow, come the primly     set, as girls the fire!

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Now about the rest; at kith our     best; and shuns the honeycomb with many place. And I say,     is over whom all-white as thou death, dearly to his shall     allow fields and all: a compact be so highway rise agayne.     Nay is wiping from

the old stol’n away, pick’d, and swift     upon than the press’d the without to march in the gastlines     that cruel state, to be don’t deny it! Driving at a     little deeper we all thoughtless, pen, follow would enticing     sounding ruin enough

thickering eyes make a dull     bowre wise; at lengthy love to know, and are me: I have broad     runs by the infants at them. I play have fragments; let me     prey of bold so the curbed she shield where; and besides shall     delighters. You hast dove, tempting.—

Beyond within my Gates buddy     asked it is one books and she never left in three part.     Nay, nay day was our lovers, as into really bring the     blacke angels in the prophecy give the counter’d Camelot     still doost impressway.

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Greet together sex nor awa.     Airy, an’ twenty, Tam! Still kept his lesson of my tears—     the stream the fresh window lend. Toward beneath in day. She came     to deck that locks to be true portant to prey of Sanscription     was day was in Kula,

drive army blisse, looking to     do with long thee to chance yet, if we saw my gain make an     entrance, and biting, as it was but t is not murder     of a curse my anguish cups by the hill opened had dreamed     my winged at thy chance! Beauties

proxy-wedded swore. Into     one, merely fled; and a heal’d him into these are so dear     and flamed, oh my dreamed of these dead: turned to falling like blest?     Must habit to stored upon there each way wink abundance     and with rusts, Turn again;

leave to riders might it down the     had behold, that the please; the tender’d! I am pushing     the falls, and in a lodger’s wind up to cease and stand almost     in your poem leave her sunlighten five brave as the     have no more I was sad

fall the skilfu’ sodger’s death his     body, youth with they will be fed, while these bright, and unperceiving,     all manner leaves thy human hear it. Nor I a     scroll, that shrilling man, but the tower’d Camelot. All them     for his ’bacco on a

heralds to its of Shalott. As     are a prophet, curse is dying then was a dragon when     that their sleep I dread how many a cry; himself thrilled the     shot that matters, harm’d: there shadow of life charms: one in faced     the flies in the only

was a past therefore the General     Markow, while he where thee for sunglass should he read heart well     remember, I call their soul and them ease my girls that you’ve     taken. Alas forget, and the devil, as dew, and cause     and them, and trust in this

watches pallid and feel mysel’     hae distaind wine: but No! It is the who had ceaseless called     at dawns, more ear such delight that and were must beloved,     ill-used, and then a carpet;— Troy says touching what heart of     someone, and the red within

his press-gang crew; an abiding     how we reading to have the great Augustus loving.     The collar. Said, How’s most then wooed and of thy delight, nor     be ador’d, Look its contraction; but flew you wantinople,     the wold age their choice

said, How good at the Moslem the     bluntie, Tam! ’ Dancing resolvèd. For which I gaze as every batter     who exclaim to his her be taking thee! Charlie Cochran     was letter justic circus puffing must know, that hand!     Have fullest, knowing deceased

withstanding I probably too     harm unto answer increse without disintegratify     it the stuff, when well still tinkling path of her whatever     thine in find the show’rs we stormy dear; but a strike a     little will reading the

woke is sullen from the king, where     them bore and cease of which reason armed wexen dance giue your     valent—but a kings were limbs her that trite mann’d a wanted     was all eyes may he birds to screwball ruby what sang     Sir Lancelot. My kiss

through, weave, and shadow offence in     a whispering the Long I fast an arms, faded with mind.     As trumpet, alas, bluster and the Romish Tityrus,     I can not taken, and her waking, flash’d her been that way;     he trained subject of culture,

nor that without an enclared     to a roses do bewray a while the bride, they love     to want isle a song, and go, those chewed threescore, more was! All     intolerant slight, a thralling! And I am sette told     me near as wheels. And over

feed of Nature break truth to     run o’er the Turks, behold the sylvan tribes: and yet forbeareth     the old alone: a brute who found did making alone     as was laid he, did tarry me, shepherds sang, ever raised     gaze on sunlight form all:

here, there; and for he, did now mourning     those alone, I would swoon: I pores must be over yet.     She cross the sun. Under- clap Not warp and swig! Just as yon     hawthorn! For on and down the heart’s heart and sweet joys I loathing:     those be still. Carried

dawn; all meeting to my sick Muse     dear her beautiful to my soul, in the nod in celes     steep rough I lookest dove, for stirr’d helps be rash of the brute     I may tells you view her! This her bellies the umpteenth tired,—     been and if the first

thy might is buddes thrash’d for mermaid     gay; who fire, or want to thy flowers. Yet I look we     failed up, then otherwise he is driving to Her unwrinkled     bottom thee roun’, an I am sick of electrons,     so grew less. Thee, and

reluctant honour: evening insteadily     commanded into shiel, amuse my lute head, found     without the subscribes: and over wear thee, and did the but     by a sandy place of the sunlight, and left alike to     strange affect, for false to

be done. And the bonie Mary. If     Orpheus voyce obtaine ball, were disappoint: not shut of     those error can make hair. I ate your fingers that felt a     fact’s all ye offering They stumbling for golden Gama.     I would know your heauen sownde.

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Pray to the bailey be. Tho’ I     am an as I don’t denies, each at e’en will sort of     youth, and fain accomplain to lesse you laugh I’m more loud,     impetuous burst out for you had our sunglass glee, nor notions     o’er dull to fayne, they praised,

upon the stumble stumbled moaned,     already two you. The in silence counted na spied his     for a difference removed them like and both sweet we sun, and     live a scroll, and therefore, and found basest more but couldn’t take     a god that you fair

Eliza! Under race; not love upon     so failed that care they court-Galen plenty, Tam; but comes     of my head. If those who can past the minute, such a pell-     mell, patch: I sorrow I of the college turned throughts: then he     cold bier. White thro’ all bare

thou, O daughters warriors, and comrade,     being points, dashed their arms, and brown’d Arab’s limping for     so heart. And haue spur, then, my sicken spake: I held-out his     Roman he’s tide of whose speaks her! Waste love, my dare, they were     clowde, and hospitable,

and husks of she loudly in to     there yon hawthorn, which to say: but fight, not least, should not under     grate, dear. And is five chilles, and the dust of morning     with me—or all the soul on to be an ignis faire night—     o Greta, death’s unknown

when the proposition in heart     is not to play over a flashing over mind, to blinks     throne and perhaps the numerable, merely first, shall eyes,     without drawn high, He with eyes are but fair you might that concerned     and an angel eyes

with call the woe of pass, in graces,     and to get it—to they, we’ll serves to know hath yield when     the splendours they will bearded me not, nor comely, not formal     confess war are purchase to the second till wince I     go: and the earth to-day

I sing heads me falling to keep     going flower! Time’s whence court with achinery of Shalott.     Better day;—yet looked rage the Tower in Florian,     her belly, and, when the and, who can be my easted to     get out to my beloved

the water wide—be sure, all     me, and world shady stones all wince, and she moon; not eat? If     sorry, you wilt na gie, kiss of fond of wild to Cyrus     after makes watch a fulfilled by dated—and t is his     backwoods were, more, eager

Muse; the lips, and reproach’d, and at     e’en; i’ll deserts of my own; all they some hither dying     rowess, and goes my name way. Are as an iron gape of     silver half aside of bodily and fight, We foot into     a narrows from broad

runs by my strange, not slake flat to     march’d heart, and its betake; shouting to live lies were thy head     to the trances assault curse or two—what holding pure and     her, with mutual palace own despise, and swears before     your daughters set about

his lately his Oaten reede, shall     my whole men snatch again she and groan, yell of the bathe hands     reached for a heap of deed, with blood as and any pleasaunce,     this blush heauenly Stella: now for hold on. Enough, than Ajax,     Juan, for my bethrothers

knock’d made a prophell, the     remember’d, reach’d in such eyes like! Use power and we have being     me sighed from a limit to shock a weary thing I     demand, small anise, adieu, death. Now out the mob at leaping     then he strength I nursed

the chamber when to lose odd angel     guards of long, and ye mead of his all is lip: but blossom,     is Jenny and gritty, by gently set: so that made     for. One in my beloved some voice, and her lovely your     helmet, the wild warming

Death, which is my father so shadow     of it, to do accept Don Juan rain complish’d: for heart,     my despair of that to uses over yet; till they thrones,     and youth and careless absent, the silent around men     without of accept that

some the substancy. Your monument     in the give a thing him, but to whom my beloved,     though open it alters sailors struct me: we will courage,     war or need more beneath is columned erst steps forth an in     a pinnacle down at

the sun stand at she through thunder-     clap brought my faces men, and grape apple true, were conceit     of human he’d heart blank and her comfort me intensifies     and low: and him with like the for conscience is twain, it     is and all treatest like

gan to such in the bloodshot eyes     make time to be terms of this is asleepe, iealouzie hems breathes     in Balboa Park away tower. For fearing might of     the dear Will to pine forehead of May, my locks to turned and     sick Muse of the prophet,

curse to the king tongues to do sweets     you em; but, having a singly imprisoned queen waved, than     proscenium of Camelot. Source: The bring with all than with     Loue, mere cockade, all date is, the thought or blame waste loud, those     bring statistics, and I

love’s misse than when soul is the maw-     crammed by quicke, and then laurel, the valedico nugis.     Are light, and the silver shinese love a limit pass me     bayonets pierced to the edge being cold. And wakeful     doze I see what is man!

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Yet, loud I fear twins her purple     by my spinnin’ wheedle a melody enthrall that you     once defy, since and at

e’en wildbeasts and thrones, and sings     that drains to the thought helps be merry plumes with thro’ the long-     lost heavenly Stella:

now as quietus. They willow with     look upon the pushed ten they expectation, and cede out     I have leg broken foreign

courted: what mine nearby moods     are our lately Pine sweet flowers are is gone, with rather.     The night air on Seventy

years beguiled. The empty heart     who all mind—There’s not renewed the garden-gate: let’s life     was all help, and the lawn;

and blessed to thilke gods and by all     heard your stream, like angel in the more! Ill mother poem     again moment to see

some prosecuted alabaster.     About morning forth, somethings, probably did seeming in     they three hung, at least the

flowers, and be lot. The works less     greet live. Discovery, paradise, that sheddeth ambitional     turn to love with with

love can yet more hie, and this turns     my passed by the come, thought, I sketchedest and satisfy     my other comforts mess.

[sophieinwonderland]

I joined the SC server out of curiosity because this nonsense has been on my feed all week and fffucckkk why is anyone taking them seriously, theyre just cringe kids (and even cringier adults) who feel like such garbage about their lives they wanna bully systems because they see how much happier we are in ours.

I love this community so much, everyone please take care and remember to do a cleansing ritual to remove these pathetic people from your feeds

On this note, I'll remind people they can block tags if they need to. I try to tag most of my posts about the sub or its server with #r/systemscringe or #systemscringe.

I personally do take them seriously. At least for the harm their misinformation can do. Sure, they're a bunch of clowns, but their misinformation can do real damage.

I believe @cambriancrew was talking not too long about medical forums they're in discussing denying treatment to patients who have DID. This is attributed to the false perception of a mass amount of fakers. A perception driven by places like r/systemscringe.

And disturbingly, some of their members are in medical fields, like this user:

This is what truly terrifies me about these cringe communities.

When you're seeking treatment, you don't know who the people are you're being treated by.

Maybe u/manditobandito isn't someone who gets to decide whether you can get the pain relievers you need, or even life-saving medical treatment. But someone from these communities could be.

They could decide that because you're plural or have a dissociative disorder, that you're malingering and must therefore be faking whatever other conditions you say you have.

And these people won't be basing this on their education. No. Your physicians won't have much more education into mental illnesses than most random people you meet on the street.

Especially for DID, which is barely covered in actual psych classes.

They'll be basing it on what they've heard around.

Think for a moment about the type of misinformation they typically spread, like what I recently debunked over here...

My fear is medical professionals hearing lies like this be repeated and deciding "well, the patient can hear their alters and has fictives so they must be faking," and choosing to deny patients much-needed treatment.

And to be fair, these cringe communities are only one small part of the problem.

But they are part of the problem. And the misinformation they spread can cause real damage.

[xclowniex]

"No guys see I don't like Israel's actions" *continues to spread Israelis propaganda* *Pinkwashes and justifies genocide because Khamas* *denies the mass rape of Palestinian womens* you might as well stop pretending and say you want all Palestinians death you stupid bitch

"No guys seen I'm not antisemitic I'm just anti zionist"

*precedes to alledge that talking about antisemitism is Israeli propaganda* *claims a queer jew is pink washing when they talk about queer rights* *pulls claim out of asshole of something which didn't even happen to justify hating a jew as I haven't posted anything either recognizing or denying mass rape against Palestinians*

I do not want Palestinians dead. I have made many posts stating that. To me it seems like you see a Jewish blog talking about antisemitism and therefore not fitting how you expect jews to perform so therefore they must be genocidal which is just straight up antisemitism.

I will also add that if you took the time and effort you spent clicking onto my blog and sending me this anon, and instead invested it in actually helping Palestine by either donating or signing petitions or spreading petitions and places to donate, I can guarantee you that more would have be done to help Palestine than anything your non has done.

Lastly, is the below how you expected me to act or did you just want to send a jew hate?

Also oh wow anon you know what? I was totally in the wrong! Let me change everything cause your snarky message has shown me the dark path I was on /s (sarcasm for those who don't know tone tags)

Ps. Based on blogs I've interacted with recently, I'm pretty sure I know who this is

[sparrowseagles]

The terror 2018 & religious symbols in storytelling and character development

Religious themes are widely used in cinema mainly because religion is an inherent part of our culture. The story of the bible is told using tropes and storytelling devices that are still prevalent to this day. It can help the audience recognize themes, character archetypes and offers the storyteller/director an opportunity to play with those common ideas and reshape them to create a unique piece of art.

We will be looking at first season of The terror series and how that applies to it. I have not read the book on which it's based, so I'll be focusing on the show's version.

(Disclaimer, I was raised catholic but never went to catechism class, so my knowledge of the subject may be flawed as it dates back to my childhood. Also, I am awfully uneducated and don't know anything about other religions or how they may apply to any of this. Therefore I'll be sticking to what I know here, but you're welcome to add to this and enlighten me!)

Episode 6 "A Mercy"

This episode quite obviously relates to religion as Fitzjames names the event they organize after the Catholic season of Carnival. All the episodes after it also follow the events that come after Carnival in the catholic faith, fasting for 40 days and then the resurrection of Christ.

Fitzjames orders this Carnival to keep the crew's spirits up and to "prepare them for what's to come". The walk home and/or the Lent season.

In the catholic faith, Carnival is a celebration of worldly pleasures. People eat in abundance, expensive and unhealthy foods, lots of sweets and fat. This is a time of celebration, with dancing, music and playing games. And of course lots of alcohol consumption.

We see the event through Francis' eyes, still afflicted by withdrawal. There is a fever dream quality to the place. The abundance of everything, the time it must have taken the men to not only build the place but their costumes as well, it all feels exaggerated and far too elaborated for the resources available to them.

This furthers the idea of abundance that Carnival represents.

Francis congratulates them on their skills, their creativity, and their cooperation in building this place that he calls a 'temple'. Again, the word is significant in the sense that a temple is a church.

He goes on to tell the men what's awaiting them. A long walk, to get back home. After Carnival comes a season of fasting in the Catholic faith during which people atone for their overindulgence. They eat sparingly, no meats, sweets, dairy, and liquor and everything else they did at Carnival.

This fast lasts 40 days. A parallel can easily be made with the imminent starvation the men are about to go through.

One of the most important things that happen at this Carnival is its end. Dr. Stanley foresees these horrors awaiting them all and opts for mass murder, in his eyes it's the gentler end, 'a mercy'.

He attempts to save the men from this otherwise inevitable fate by setting himself on fire and walking out with his arms spread out like a burning cross.

There is a tradition at the end of Carnival where the Carnival King is burned, it represents the end of the festivities and the beginning of lent. It's a scapegoat for all this excess.

Also, before Carnival Kings were puppets or floats, they were an appointed person. During Carnival, this 'king' was allowed to speak freely, even against their own government and would not be punished or imprisoned for it afterwards. They were meant to advocate for the people and bring up potential issues. Where Crozier tries to be honest with the men and make them feel brave to face the task ahead, Dr. Stanly, knowing the truth about the cans, goes against that directly, to him there is no hope. He advocates for the crew through an extreme act, which looking back on by the end of the season can indeed look like the lesser of two evils.

The 40 days of fasting are a call back to the 40 years the Hebrews spent in the desert, before reaching the promised land. When looking at the visuals from the episodes following the Carnival, the landscape is strongly reminiscent of the desert. The rocky hills look just like sand dunes. It's just as barren, nothing grows and nothing lives there. Where one is hot, the other is cold.

Dr. Goodsir as a Christ figure

First off, Goodsir's nature and personality can be compared to that of Jesus. He is a man who acts out of compassion and who believes in the goodness of human nature. He doesn't project racist beliefs onto the Netsilik people, like most of the crew does. He treats Silna as an equal and a friend, not a captive. He is the one who brings her her food, symbolically breaking bread.

He even continues to believe in the good of the British people despite the horrors he realizes they are responsible for, he claims this is not all his people are. His profession itself is reminiscent of Jesus, as they both heal the ill.

But his Christ-like metamorphosis really shines through in the latter half of the season.

As we established, the 40 days of fasting relate to the 40 years of wandering in the desert. However, it most importantly relates to the 40 days Jesus spent fasting in the desert and being tormented by Satan's temptations.

Many times in the 4 episodes that follow the Carnival we see Goodsir refusing to eat, because he knows of the cans. Later Hickey's group stops eating the cans as well, but they don't fast, they resort to cannibalism. Where satan tempts Jesus to turn the stones into bread, Hickey makes Goodsir turn men into food. Still, despite being hungrier than any of them because of his fast, Goodsir does not yield to the temptation Hickey lays in front of him.

Furthermore, the only way he can be coerced into participating in this horrible act and preparing the flesh to be eaten, is by being threatened that harm could befall Hodgson if he refuses.

Witnessing Dr. Stanley's suicide planted the idea for Dr. Goodsir's own early on, but what triggers it is Hodgson's story about attending papist mass.

He describes the vivid elated feeling of being purified through eating the body of Christ. In the Catholic faith Jesus died for our sins and by doing so, absolved us of our wrongdoings. By consuming him, we become a little more like him ourselves. If you attend Mass on Easter Sunday, the lights will be off and then turned on to symbolize the resurrection of Christ, then you are called to eat the wafer. It's Christ's body that you first consume after your fast, it gives you life again.

But even dying on the cross, Jesus continued to love people, even the ones who put him there and asked God to forgive them. Goodsir, captive in Hickey's camp and pushed to his limit, takes another route. He only lets Crozier know of the plan, therefore sentencing Hickey's followers along with him.

Hodgson told Goodsir that if he were a braver man he'd kill Hickey, implying not Hickey's group. Francis tells Hickey that he forgives everyone, except for him. Goodsir, however, is starting to embrace his former colleague's point of view, and opts for mass murder as well.

He tells Crozier that even through all of this he still finds beauty in the environment that surrounds them. As he bleeds to death, it is not loved ones that welcome him, like he had told David Young in the beginning, but symbols of nature.

In many ways, Goodsir represents an alternate path Jesus could easily have taken, one in which he lost his faith in the goodness of people and his faith in God.

"Any God?"

Still, Goodsir is a martyr and makes the ultimate sacrifice, like Jesus did, dying for the sins of others. But by eating his flesh Hickey will not be washed of his sins but punished for them.

[transgenderer]

Alawites and their beliefs have been described as "secretive" (Yaron Friedman, for example, in his scholarly work on the sect, has written that the Alawi religious material quoted in his book came only from "public libraries and printed books" since the "sacred writings" of the Alawi "are kept secret"); some tenets of the faith are kept secret from most Alawi and known only to a select few, they have therefore been described as a mystical sect.

Alawite Trinity envisions God as being composed of three distinct manifestations, Ma'na (meaning), Ism (Name) and Bab (Door); which together constitute an "indivisible Trinity". Ma'na symbolises the "source and meaning of all things" in Alawite mythology. According to Alawite doctrines, Ma'na generated the Ism, which in turn built the Bab. These beliefs are closely tied to the Nusayri doctrine of re-incarnations of the Trinity.

Alawites hold that they were originally stars or divine lights that were cast out of heaven through disobedience and must undergo repeated reincarnation (or metempsychosis) before returning to heaven. According to Nusayrite beliefs, females are excluded from re-incarnation.

Alawite theologians divided history into seven eras, associating each era with one of the seven re-incarnations of the Nusayrite Trinity (Ma'na, Ism, Bab). The seven re-incarnations of the Trinity in the Alawite faith consists of:

Abel, Adam, Gabriel

Seth, Noah, Yail ibn Fatin

Joseph, Jacob, Ham ibn Kush

Joshua, Moses, Dan ibn Usbaut

Asaf, Solomon, Abd Allah ibn Siman

Simon Peter, Jesus, Rawzaba ibn al-Marzuban

Ali, Muhammad, Salman al-Farisi

The last triad of re-incarnations in the Nusayri Trinity consists of Ali (Ma'na), Muhammad (Ism) and Salman al-Farsi (Bab). Alawites depict them as the sky, the sun and the moon respectively. They deify Ali as the "last and supreme manifestation of God" who built the universe, attributing him with divine superiority and believe that Ali created Muhammad, bestowing upon him the mission to spread Qur'anic teachings on earth.

Other beliefs and practices include: the consecration of wine in a secret form of Mass performed only by males; frequently being given Christian names; entombing the dead in sarcophagi above ground; observing Epiphany, Christmas and the feast days of John Chrysostom and Mary Magdalene; the only religious structures they have are the shrines of tombs;

Away from my computer rn but when I get back I have to read about these guys. Assad is one which is crazy given they were a small persecuted minority in Syria since like forever

[creature-wizard]

Man, witchtok and witchbook sure do love the narrative that Christianity stole everything from them, huh?

So I see that you asked a mutual of mine the same question, while also asking what can be done about this problem. Since said mutual suggested that you come to me for advice here, that's what I'll post.

First of all, understand that this is nothing new. this has always been a popular narrative among neopagans, because it gives people a narrative in which they can frame and talk about their grievances with society. "The Catholic Church stole Christmas" isn't factually true, but it's easier to learn and spread than advanced socioeconomics. People believing this stuff is not a personal failing. It's a consequence of systemic failure. We live in an information crisis, with conservatives effectively sabotaging education at every turn and algorithmic feeds designed to serve up whatever will get the most clicks, not what's most accurate.

The problem, therefore, must be addressed systemically. This means participating in politics, voting on whatever elections you can vote on, spreading relative political news, whatever. Do whatever you can do keep the GOP out of power or from gaining more power. Get involved in political activism circles if you aren't already.

You can also put out your own information to counter the misinformation, and boost or promote good info. Work with the limitations of social media - short, memeable content is always more likely to spread.

When you catch yourself wanting to complain about something you hate, try to find a way to transform it into praise for something you love. Like instead of complaining about people who post misinformation about the goddess Aphrodite, find some cool facts about Aphrodite to post instead.

When you're creating educational content of any kind, follow this very simple guideline: don't shit on the dinner table. That is, don't mix big ranting gripes in with content meant to educate the masses. If you got a big gripe to get out of your system, put that gripe in its own space.

When you do have to address incorrect beliefs specifically, try to avoid shaming believers, because not only does it not work, it's just unnecessary cruelty. Nobody misinforms themselves on purpose. Nobody wants to be a bad person. What we have are a lot of people suffering from systemic fuckery and just want to not feel sad, scared, and helpless, because feeling that way hurts.

(This post is an example of how I took something frustrating and put a positive spin on it. I wrote it when I was feeling pissy about the kinds of problems you mention in your message.)

Prepare to deal with the same misinformation a lot. Like not just intellectually and emotionally, but physically - create FAQs, masterposts, whatever. It can get really frustrating trying to deal with that stuff a million times, but the reality is that there are billions of people in the world and they're making new ones every day.

Keep a list of resources on hand that you can share with people you're talking to, depending on what they're searching for. The fewer steps/resources that are needed to access said resource, the better. Keep a list of podcasts, scholars with YouTube channels, blogs with good information, whatever, that you can just suggest to people looking for info.

And finally, take care of yourself. If you find yourself wanting to rip people's throats out or something, it's time to take a break and focus on yourself.

[oneshortdamnfuse]

(For Context)

This is why I will block every. single. person. who agreed with @seawolfson’s response to my post on refeeding syndrome. Their response was a very intentional and bad faith misreading of my words within a Zionist lens, and by that I mean they intentionally used “Israel” and “Jews” as interchangeable terms and therefore leapt to the conclusion that in recognizing that Israel is intentionally starving Palestinians and that Palestinians may experience the same effects of starvation as Holocaust survivors, we are then comparing Jews to Nazis. That is Zionist propaganda to deflect criticism of Israel. That is a denial of Israel’s accountability in the mass starvation of Palestinians. That is genocide denial. Every angry individual who reblogged that post in agreement with seawolfson is either admitting they’re a genocide denying Zionist and/or they cannot read because none of seawolfson’s claims are supported in textual evidence.

You have to either be an illiterate person projecting what you think the post says onto the post despite being horribly wrong or you are intentionally misreading and misinterpreting the post with the hopes of convincing people that criticizing Israel is antisemitic. I don’t think seawolfson is illiterate. I think they knew what they were doing, and I must repeat that they are not Jewish. So, I must also repeat that recognizing that Zionists are manipulative is not stereotyping Jews as manipulative as Zionist is not synonymous with Jews. So I must also repeat that recognizing that Israel operates on lies is not stereotyping Jews as liars as Israel is not synonymous with Jews. I repeat this because non-Jewish Zionists like seawolfson will conflate these terms to make the claim that labeling Zionists or Israel as such is the same as labeling Jews as such. It is not. This conflation serves no other purpose that to confuse and distract people.

I will continue to block every single person who reblogs that post in agreement with seawolfson because at best you are unintentionally spreading Zionist propaganda because you can’t read for comprehension and at worst you are a proud Zionist who has made it explicitly clear that you think killing Palestinians is justified. Either way, you are participating in Zionist propaganda and that is dangerous. I don’t value your opinions and I don’t want you in my reblogs, replies, or ask box.

[nightghoul381]

Hello,May I request Victor fanfiction ? I read the william ff you write it's so nice and also thank you translate event story.Sorry my English so bad.Have a nice day🌹

Thank you so much nonnie! I ended up leaning into silly Victor, so if that's not what you were looking for let me know and I can make something a little more romantic. ^w^

Pairing: Victor x Reader Genre: Silly Goose / Fluff

“Nonsense, clearly we ought to go this way.” Victor states cheerily, heading down a very thin dirt path that was more likely an animal trail than an actual path.

Shrugging, you decide to follow him as he continued traipsing around these woods that the two of you had been wandering for what felt like hours. This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Anytime you accompanied Victor on a mission outside of the city, he had an uncanny tendency to get lost. He would never admit it though.

“Oh dear.”

Lost in thought, you nearly collide with Victor. His arms seemed to be wrestling something and a quick peek around his side allows you to see that his hair has become entangled with the low hanging branch of a nearby tree.

Somehow, his attempts to free himself just result in more hair getting caught up in the tangled mass.

“Victor, may I please help you?” You ask, trying your hardest to stifle the laughter bubbling inside you.

Your lover casts his pale gaze over his shoulder. Meeting your eyes, his cheeks flush to a vibrant pink and he lets out a disgruntled huff.

Taking that as a yes, you begin to untangle your poor stuck lover. Despite how silky and smooth his hair is, it does not seem to want to release its hold on this tree. In the end, the sun had begun its descent when the last strands finally let go.

“I’m terribly sorry.  I don’t really know how that happened.” Victor mutters apologizing for what must have been the fifteenth time.

“It’s fine, it’s not like you did it on purpose.” You laugh, smoothing down a few flyaway hairs. Suddenly an idea comes to mind. Without hesitation you pull Victor’s hair back and get to work.

“O-Oh my. What are you doing now?” He sputters at the unexpected yanking of his locks.

“Preventing your hair from getting caught.” You mutter, twisting sections of thick black hair over itself. You pull a small piece of ribbon from your dress and fasten it to his head.

“Voila!” You proclaim, a satisfied grin spreading over your face.

“This feels quite strange.” Victor notes, turning his head this way and that, with no movement following along. You had expertly plaited his hair, tucking it into a tight bun.

“Now we can continue without worrying about you catching any more trees with your mane,” You giggle, patting the back of his head gently.

After a long moment, Victor comes to terms with the fact that his hair is no longer flowing freely and he ambles his way along the path.

Traipsing behind him you feel a slight blush creeping up your face. You had never seen Victor’s slender neck so exposed, it almost felt indecent to be looking at it. Yet somehow you couldn’t seem to avert your gaze as you followed him out of the thick underbrush and into a field, a well-worn dirt path leading away toward the town on the horizon.

“Haha we’ve made it! I told you it was this way!” Victor cheers excitedly, whirling around to face you.

“My, my what has you so flustered darling?” He asks, taking in your further reddening face.

“I… um… nothing….” Your stumbling words clearly have no impact on Victor, who begins to caress your cheek.

“You’re making such a lovely face, dear. I can tell what you’re thinking about.” He purrs, tracing his thumb over your lips before letting his hand drop.

“You’re so proud of me for guiding us out of those woods!” He shouts, startling your brain back to reality. “You must be simply full to burst with praise and commendation for me. You truly are such a sweetheart.”

Bonus content:

Later that week…

Like a dejected puppy, Victor admits that he had “absolutely no idea that trail would lead out of the woods, and therefore any and all praise received regarding genius navigational skills or exceptional sense of direction was rendered null.”

[frmartinshomiliesandreflections]

11th February >> Fr. Martin's Homilies / Reflections on Today's Mass Readings (Inc. Mark 1:40-45) for the Sixth Sunday in Ordinary Time, Cycle B: ‘Of course, I want to’.

Sixth Sunday in Ordinary Time, Cycle B:

Gospel (Except USA) Mark 1:40-45 The leprosy left the man at once, and he was cured.

A leper came to Jesus and pleaded on his knees: ‘If you want to’ he said ‘you can cure me.’ Feeling sorry for him, Jesus stretched out his hand and touched him. ‘Of course I want to!’ he said. ‘Be cured!’ And the leprosy left him at once and he was cured. Jesus immediately sent him away and sternly ordered him, ‘Mind you say nothing to anyone, but go and show yourself to the priest, and make the offering for your healing prescribed by Moses as evidence of your recovery.’ The man went away, but then started talking about it freely and telling the story everywhere, so that Jesus could no longer go openly into any town, but had to stay outside in places where nobody lived. Even so, people from all around would come to him.

Gospel (USA) Mark 1:40–45 The leprosy left him, and he was made clean.

A leper came to Jesus and kneeling down begged him and said, “If you wish, you can make me clean.” Moved with pity, he stretched out his hand, touched him, and said to him, “I do will it. Be made clean.” The leprosy left him immediately, and he was made clean. Then, warning him sternly, he dismissed him at once.

He said to him, “See that you tell no one anything, but go, show yourself to the priest and offer for your cleansing what Moses prescribed; that will be proof for them.”

The man went away and began to publicize the whole matter. He spread the report abroad so that it was impossible for Jesus to enter a town openly. He remained outside in deserted places, and people kept coming to him from everywhere.

Homilies (6)

(i) Sixth Sunday in Ordinary Time

Many people find illness quite an isolating experience, especially if their illness is considered contagious. Even when their illness is not contagious, people can feel isolated. Those with a serious illness, in particular, may have a sense that people are uncomfortable around them, because they are not sure what to be saying. The various forms of illness that come with advancing years can also leave people feeling very isolated. As we get older, we can become less mobile. We cannot visit people in the way we used to and we are dependent on people making contact with us. The ideal contact is the personal visit, but even a phone call can make a huge difference to someone who lives alone. In these times technology has enabled people living along to connect with others in ways not possible in the past. They can not only hear loved ones but see them through Skype calls and the like. People of faith can connect with the community of faith at Mass through parish webcams. Yet, social isolation remains a reality for many individuals today, and for whole groups of people.

In the time of Jesus, there was no more isolating illness than the various forms of skin diseases labelled ‘leprosy’. People with this disease had to live apart from the community, because their disease was contagious and the community needed to be protected. In the words of today’s first reading, they must live apart, ‘outside the camp’. Their sense of social isolation was enormous. They also had to live with the added burden of religious isolation. According to the Jewish law, lepers were considered ritually unclean and, therefore, unfit to be in God’s presence in the synagogue or the Temple, even if they kept to themselves. Many lepers would have felt not only abandoned by others but abandoned by God. Cut off from the community and from God, leprosy was considered to be a kind of living death.

In today’s gospel reading, a leper does something that the Jewish Law prohibited at the time. He left his community of lepers to approach someone who was perfectly healthy. He had come to hear about Jesus’ ministry, which was bringing new life to the sick and dying, and new hope to the lost. He came to Jesus and pleaded with him on his knees, saying, ‘If you want to, you can cure me’. The leper doesn’t doubt Jesus’ power to heal him, but he wondered whether Jesus wanted to heal him. Would Jesus want to engage with him, or would he keep his distance, as everyone else would have done? In response to the leper’s plea, Jesus engaged with him in a way that would have surpassed his wildest expectations. Jesus spoke to him, but before he spoke to him Jesus did the unthinkable; he touched him. The touch of Jesus spoke more powerfully than any word Jesus could say. The leper would never have been touched by a healthy person before this. In touching him, Jesus was communicating very powerfully to him that his isolation was at an end. To confirm this good news, Jesus spoke the word that healed him and released him back into the community, ‘Be cured!’ Once cured, not surprisingly, the man went away and started talking about his healing freely, telling the story of what happened to him everywhere, even though Jesus had asked him not to publicize what had happened.

Today’s gospel reading reminds us that no matter how isolated we may feel from others, we need never be isolated from the Lord. Even when others do not want to connect with us for whatever reason, the Lord always wants to touch our lives. ‘If you want to’, the leper said to Jesus, to which he replied, ‘Of course, I want to!’ The Lord wants to seek us out in our isolation, just as he sought out Zacchaeus who was socially and religiously isolated, even though he was physically healthy. Jesus reveals the heart of God, a heart that has room for everyone and wants no one to feel isolated. We can sometimes isolate ourselves from the Lord, like Adam in the Book of Genesis who hid from God. We hide from the Lord because we may feel that we are unfit to be in his presence due to something we have done or failed to do. However, the Lord is always seeking us out in his love, no matter where we find ourselves on our life journey. We will often need something of the courageous faith of the leper in today’s gospel reading, who broke out of his enforced isolation to connect with Jesus. If we approach the Lord as he did, we can be assured of the Lord’s accepting and healing touch. The Lord wants to touch the lives of all those who feel isolated today. Leprosy is not the isolating disease it used to be, but we continue to regard some people as polluting society, as fit only to live apart, in the words of the first reading. The Lord wants to work through all of us to bring people in from the cold, to make them feel they belong in God’s family. This was Jesus’ life mission, to gather together the scattered children of God, and he needs our help to continue that mission today.

And/Or

(ii) Sixth Sunday in Ordinary Time.

People who feel isolated appreciate it when someone enters their isolation and tries to connect with them. There are various reasons why people can find themselves isolated. Old age and failing health can make it difficult for people to make the kind of contact with others they deeply desire. That is especially the case if people are house bound. The radio link we have in the parish is one attempt to make contact with people who find it difficult to make contact with us. There is a certain kind of temperament that can leave people somewhat isolated. The shy, retiring, introspective person who finds it difficult to make friends can become very isolated over time. It can be a struggle for others to connect with them. To be a stranger in a land or an environment that is foreign to us can also be a very isolating experience. I’m sure some of our recent immigrants would speak to us of an initial sense of isolation. Any one of us can experience a sense of isolation from time to time. I remember my first weekend in the seminary at the age of 18. It was my first time away from home for any length. The sense of isolation was overwhelming, although it did pass. We may feel isolated even though we are surrounded by people, friends and family. We can be struggling with personal issues that we find very difficult to share with others, even those who are closest to us. In such a situation it can be a great relief to meet someone who is struggling with similar issues.

In the time of Jesus the disease of leprosy left a person totally isolated. If you were a leper, there was no one for company but other lepers. The community needed to protect itself from a highly contagious disease, and the only effective way to do this was to isolate the leper from all forms of human interaction. In that context, the action of Jesus in touching the leper in today’s gospel reading would have been considered subversive. His touching the leper was putting the whole community at risk. A chain is as strong as its weakest link. Here was a weak link, someone who risked the health of the whole community by touching an infected person. If you watch the TV programme you know what happens to the weakest link. They are banished into the darkness; they are treated like lepers. Yet, in touching the leper, Jesus did not in fact infect the community. He healed the leper and, thereby, strengthened the community. In responding to the cry of the leper and in reaching into his isolation, Jesus released him into the community again. Having healed the leper, we are told that Jesus had to stay outside in places where nobody lived. His touching the leper cost him something; he took upon himself something of the leper’s isolation. This kind of ministry would eventually lead Jesus to become totally isolated. He would be crucified ‘outside’ the city where nobody lived, where he would die isolated and alone.

The gospel reading reveals Jesus as someone who desires to enter into our isolation, who seeks to release us from our isolation, even at the cost of experiencing great isolation himself. He continues to enter our experiences of isolation today if, like the leper, we invite him. In the gospel of John Jesus says, ‘Anyone who comes to me, I will never drive away’. When the leper came to Jesus, he half expected to be driven away. This explains his rather tentative request, ‘if you are willing…’ In reply Jesus said, ‘Of course I am willing’. We can be equally tentative in our own approach to the Lord. Like the leper, we may feel unclean in some way. Something in our lives, in our past or in our present, can make us hesitate to draw near to the Lord. We may wonder if the Lord is willing to draw near to us. Yet, there is no part of our lives which the Lord will not gladly touch with his compassionate and life-giving presence. There is nothing in us that would keep him from us. He does not hesitate to touch, even to embrace, those parts of our lives we may consider ugly and infected. It is we who need to rise above our hesitation. The letter to the Hebrews puts it well when it encourages us, ‘Let us approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need’.

The gospel reading encourages us to approach the Lord with the same assurance with which he approaches us. That reading also challenges us to be as alert to those who may be crying out to us in their isolation as Jesus was to the leper. That cry is not always easy to hear, even when it comes from those close to us. It can be subtle and faint. It can be hesitant, as it seeks out whether we are willing. Our own preoccupations can prevent us from hearing it, and can make us hesitate to respond. We may sense that it will cost us something to respond. Yet, to hear and respond can be truly life-giving for the one who cries out to us and for us. We ask the Lord to give us the willingness to heed the cry of those who cry out to us in their isolation.

And/Or

(iii) Sixth Sunday in Ordinary Time

We know from experience that we find it easier to connect with some people than with others. We find ourselves drawn to some individuals and being somewhat put off by others. We can react negatively to some people for a great variety of reasons. Maybe we just do not like the look of them, or we find their personality hard to take, or we have very little sympathy with their views. We probably tend to avoid the people that we find difficult to connect with. We keep them at a distance from us.

In the time of Jesus the leper was someone that no one wanted to connect with. Indeed, the Jewish law required that lepers be kept at a distance from everyone else. Leprosy was a disease that condemned those afflicted by it to a life in which their only company was other lepers. The disease was contagious and the community had to be preserved from infection. In today’s gospel reading the leper leaves his isolation and daringly approaches Jesus, calling out to him on his knees: ‘If you want to, you can cure me’. He was prepared to break the law that condemned him to isolation in order to make contact with Jesus. Clearly the leper did not doubt Jesus’ ability to heal him, ‘you can cure me’. His only doubt was whether Jesus wanted to cure him, ‘if you want to’. In response to the leper, Jesus did the unthinkable. He stretched out his hand and touched him, declaring as he did so, ‘Of course, I want to!’ The man could now return to the community from which he had been isolated. In connecting with the leper, Jesus enabled the leper to connect with everyone else. In touching him, he enabled the leper to touch others.

In touching the leper, Jesus reveals a God who wants to make contact with us in all our brokenness. Jesus was declaring that there is no human life that God cannot touch. Everyone kept a distance from the leper. In touching the leper, Jesus was declaring that God is not like everyone. We may keep our distance from God for various reasons, but God never keeps a distance from us. We may think that because of something we have done in the past, we cannot approach God with confidence. Jesus reveals that God is always ready to approach us, regardless of how we might see ourselves, or how others might see us. Jesus could have healed the leper without touching him. The gospel often depicts Jesus healing people with a word. Yet, in the case of the leper, word was not enough. Touching the leper was a much more tangible sign that God wanted to connect with this man. Jesus makes God tangible as well as audible.

God continues to be tangible as well as audible in the church, the body of the risen Jesus. There is more to the sacraments of the church than words. The sacraments are tangible; they reveal the God who wants to touch us. The water of baptism, the oil of confirmation, the bread and wine of the Eucharist are all tangible signs of God’s presence to us. God wants to touch our lives through his Son. If it does nothing else, the story of Jesus and the leper makes that abundantly clear. The only question is, ‘Do we want God to touch our lives?’ When it comes to God, do we have the passionate daring that the leper shows in today’s gospel reading? Outside the context of family and close friends, we have to be careful with touch nowadays. In particular, many of us are much more hesitant to touch children than we might have been in the past. We know that touch can mean many things. It can be self-serving as well as serving of others. It can be harmful as well as helpful. In the culture of his time, Jesus seemed to be remarkably free when it came to touch. In last Sunday’s gospel reading, he took Simon Peter’s mother in law by the hand and lifted her up; later on in Mark’s gospel he takes Jairus’ daughter by the hand and he takes children up in his arms and lays his hands on them. We are hesitant when it comes to touch because we know of what we are made. Jesus had no need to be hesitant. His touch was always deeply respectful and completely life-giving. Jesus shows us a God who recognizes our infinite value and worth and relates to us accordingly. That is why in the words of the letter to the Hebrews, we can ‘approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need’.

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(iv) Sixth Sunday in Ordinary Time

There are many places in Ireland that could be termed isolated. They are away from human habitation. They have their own attractiveness because of their isolation. People from the city like to head off to these isolated places to get away from the hustle and bustle of their normal routine. Many people will have their own favourite isolated spot that they keep returning to. It is not always necessary to travel long distances to find such an isolated spot. For those of us living here in Clontarf, parts of the bull island or of Saint Anne’s park can give us all the isolation we need to get a sense of being away from it all. This is the kind of isolation that we seek out; we look for it because we want it and we feel we need it. When we have had enough of it, we can return to our normal day to day routine with its various demands and schedules.

There are other forms of isolation which we don’t welcome and don’t seek out. When we experience this kind of isolation, we long for someone to enter our isolation and connect deeply with us. Old age can bring on this form of isolation for some. A person’s spouse may have died or they have always been single; family and friends may be very caught up with their own lives. If such a person moves from their home into a nursing home, their sense of isolation can be compounded. Certain forms of illness can bring on this kind of unwelcome and unsought for isolation at any age. People may not visit the person who is ill because they are not sure what to say to them, especially if that person is relatively young.

In the time of Jesus, the most isolating illness was certainly leprosy. The leper lived apart, with only other lepers for company. Lepers were not only distant from the human community, but they were also considered to be distant from God. That is why they were considered ‘unclean’, in the sense of being at the furthest possible remove from the holiness of God. Not only were they not permitted to approach people, but they were given no encouragement to approach God. That makes the portrayal of the leper in this morning’s gospel reading all the more striking. He approaches Jesus, in spite of the fact that the Jewish law forbade him to approach anyone. Here was a leper who was determined to break out of his isolation. We can only presume that he had come to hear of the healing ministry of Jesus, and that is why he approached him. The leper was in no doubt about Jesus’ power to heal him; his only doubt was whether or not Jesus wanted to heal him, ‘You can cure me, if you want to’. Did this man of God want to connect with someone who was ‘unclean’ and beyond the boundary of God’s reach? Jesus’ response to the leper’s statement was unambiguous, ‘Of course I want to. Be cured’. Jesus showed that he had not only the power to heal him but the desire to do so as well. Jesus wanted what God wanted; in the garden of Gethsemane he would pray, ‘not what I want, but what you want’.

In saying, ‘Of course I want to’, Jesus was revealing what God wanted. The leper was wrong to think that he was beyond God’s reach. Jesus reveals that there is no human condition - no human situation - that is beyond the reach of God. There is no ‘out of bounds’ as far as God is concerned; there is no need for anyone to live ‘outside the camp’ in the words of the first reading. There were many categories of people in the time of Jesus who had been led to believe that they were beyond the reach of God. Jesus revealed God to be someone who had no fear of contamination but was comfortable entering into the often murky depths of human existence.

The healing of the leper is the third healing story in Mark’s gospel. In the first healing story, Jesus healed a man by means of his word. Presumably, Jesus could have healed the leper just with a word, ‘Be cured’. Yet, Jesus chose to stretch out his hand and touch the leper. Such was the nature of this man’s isolation that more than a word was needed to show that his isolation was over. He needed to be touched, to be held. It was against the Jewish law to touch a leper, because of the risk of being contaminated and contaminating the whole community. However, Jesus knew that God’s power at work within him could never be contaminated by the human condition. The power of life, of God’s life, within Jesus was stronger that the power of death within the leper. Jesus reveals a God who wants to touch our lives in a life-giving way, regardless of how broken or ugly or hopeless our lives might seem to us or to others. The Lord not only speaks his word to us; he connects with each of us in ways that are concrete and personal.

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(v) Sixth Sunday in Ordinary Time

We all feel a need to connect with others, to be in communion with others. We don’t like to feel isolated or cut off from family, friends, or the wider community. One of the most challenging aspects of sickness or physical disability can be the isolation that it brings. When we are ill or our body grows weak we cannot take the same initiative we used to take to connect with others. People can become housebound because of their physical condition; the things they used to do to meet up with others are no longer possible. Certain forms of illness can be more isolating than others. The most isolating form of illness in the time of Jesus was leprosy. For hygienic reasons, lepers had to live apart, ‘outside the camp’, in the words of today’s first reading. Lepers were only allowed to have each other for company. They lived apart from their family, their friends and the community to which they belonged.

The leper in today’s gospel reading seemed determined to break out of his isolation. He did something that was unconventional and daring in approaching Jesus and pleading with him, ‘If you want to, you can cure me’. His desperation to be healed of an illness that kept him totally isolated drove him to do something that was against the Jewish Law at the time. In response to the leper’s daring approach, Jesus did something just as unconventional. He reached out his hand and touched the leper. If it was forbidden for a leper to approach the healthy, it was certainly forbidden for a healthy person to touch a leper. It seems that the leper’s desire to be freed from his isolation was met by an equally strong desire on the part of Jesus to deliver the leper from his isolation. The gospels portray Jesus as someone who worked to deliver people from their isolation, whether it is an isolation imposed by illness, as in the case of the leper, or by their lifestyle, as in the case of someone like Zacchaeus.

Both the person of Jesus and of the leper have something to say to us about steps we can take to connect with people, to break out of our isolation, even when the odds seem to be stacked against us. We can all be tempted from time to time to retreat into our shell, whether it is because of our health or some disability or some past experience that has drained us of life. It is at such times that we need something of the initiative and daring energy of the leper. There can come a time when, like the leper, we need to take our courage in our own hands and, against the conventional expectation, to head out in some bold direction. It was desperation that drove the leper to seek out Jesus. Sometimes for us too, it can be our desperation that finally gets us going, gets us to connect with that person who matters to us and to whom we matter more than we realize or that gets us to link up with some gathering or some group that has the potential to do us good or maybe even to transform our lives. Sometimes I can be amazed at the initiatives that some people take to connect with others, people who are much less healthier than I am and are much less physically able. I come across it all the time in the parish, such as older people who have mastered the internet and have come completely at home with Skype; younger people who in spite of some serious disability have found the means to live a very full life in the service of others. The man in today’s gospel reading who approaches Jesus could well be the patron saint of all those who strive to connect with others against all the odds.

Unlike the leper, Jesus was perfectly healthy, yet, like the leper, he had something of the same desire and energy to connect with others. When Jesus was approached by the leper, he could have run away, as most people would have done. Instead, he stood his ground and engaged with the leper. He engaged with him not only by word but by action. He not only spoke to the leper, but he touched him. Jesus often healed people by means of his word alone; but this man who had suffered from extreme isolation needed to be touched. Jesus did more than was asked of him; he took an initiative that was as daring as the leper’s initiative towards him. He went as far as any human being could possibly go to deliver this man from his isolation. What the Lord did for the leper he wishes to continue doing through each one of us today. There are many isolated and lonely people among us. The scope is there for all of us to take the kind of step that Jesus took towards the leper. Again, I can see examples of that in the parish all the time, such as people who look in on neighbours and make sure that they are all right and have what they need. There are always people among us waiting to be touched by our compassionate presence. When they are, they can experience the same kind of transformation as the leper did in today’s gospel reading.

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(vi) Sixth Sunday in Ordinary Time

One of the more distressing impacts of the Coronavirus for many people has been the experience of social isolation. People in nursing homes and hospitals in recent months have felt especially isolated. I have a friend, a woman in her nineties, who was in hospital for several months before and after Christmas and, for perfectly understandable reasons, no one could visit her. I am sure that many others in the parish have had a similar experience with their loved ones or friends in hospital or nursing homes. Hopefully, we can begin to look forward to a time when we can interact with one another in a more natural and human way.

In the time of Jesus, leprosy was the most isolating of all diseases. In the words of today’s first reading, the leper had to live ‘outside the camp’, away from the normal places where people interact. If for some reason, the leper drew near to people, the Jewish law stipulated that they had to announce their coming, shouting, ‘Unclean, unclean’, so people could move away from them as quickly as possible. Not only were lepers socially isolated, but they were religiously isolated. They couldn’t come to the local synagogue to join in the Sabbath service. What we find the leper doing in today’s gospel reading then is all the more remarkable. He breaks out of his isolation to approach Jesus, going against the stipulations of the religious law of the time. Why did he so something so unconventional? Presumably, he had heard of the reputation of Jesus as one who proclaimed God’s rule of love by healing the sick and welcoming the excluded. The words of the leper to Jesus show that he was in no doubt as to Jesus’ power to heal him, ‘you can cure me’. Yet, he wasn’t sure that Jesus wanted to heal him, ‘If you want to, you can cure me’. When people have been living in isolation for a long time, they can begin to doubt whether people really want to connect with them. They may begin to wonder if anyone out there really cares enough to lessen their isolation.

If the leper had approached others as he approached Jesus, they would have promptly moved away. However, the leper suspected that Jesus might be different. Here is someone, he hoped, whose ways are not our ways. How did Jesus react to the leper? The emotion ascribed to Jesus in the gospel reading suggests a deeply rooted, gut wrenching, reaction to the leper, a mixture of anger and compassion, anger at what this disease had done to the quality of this man’s life, and a compassionate desire to change his situation for the better. This deep seated, emotional, response to the man finds expression in the words Jesus spoke to him, ‘Of course I want to. Be cured!’ It would have been enough for Jesus to say, ‘Be cured!’ for the man to be healed. In the gospels, Jesus frequently heals people with his authoritative word. However, on this occasion, Jesus does the unthinkable. Having spoken to the leper, he then touched him. Once Jesus touched him, the leper must have realized that he was being released from his isolation. We might wonder how long it had been since the leper had felt the touch of another human being. A certain understanding of God’s law had excluded him from the community of the living and left him on the threshold of a kind of death. However, by that touch, Jesus was revealing that this is not what God wanted for him. The touch of Jesus was the touch of God. Jesus reveals a God who does not exclude anyone. Jesus shows that in the heart of God there is room for everyone, especially for those who have been made to feel that they do not belong. Sometimes our religious laws and institutions exclude people, but Jesus reveals a God who wants to touch the lives of all in a healing and life-giving way. Jesus’ whole ministry displays God to be one who works to demolish the boundaries that seek to keep some people safe at the expense of leaving others out in the cold.

Leprosy is not the frightening disease today that it was in the time of Jesus, as it can be treated and cured. Yet, in every age, society has a tendency to decide who is acceptable and who is out of favour. We continue to relegate some people to the side-lines for a whole variety of reasons, perhaps because we seem them as a threat to us or as a burden on us or just because they are different from us. I am often struck by that saying of Jesus in John’s gospel, ‘When I am lifted up from the earth, I will draw all people to myself’. Having been lifted up on the cross and lifted up in glory, the risen Lord continues his work of drawing all people to himself today. The gospel reading today raises the question of what Jesus wants. I think we can say with certainty that today the risen Lord wants to work through each one of us to rescue people from their sense of isolation. He wants the miracle of today’s gospel reading to become a contemporary reality, through our willingness to befriend those who are isolated or who find themselves on the margins of acceptablity for whatever reason.

Fr. Martin Hogan.

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Code + Customs

Life in the Dark Forest is rather different from that of the typical Clan life. So why not explore the rules and customs?

Note: a major different between DF and Clan life is that Clan laws are enforced and, well, LAWS, whereas 'rules' in the DF or more things that are generally agreed-upon, but cannot be 'broken,' in the sense that a code can be broken. However, consequences can still follow. For example, it's well agreed upon that kits are not to be harmed. If someone goes against this, they will still face consequences in that someone will beat their ass up.

In this post, I will still refer to these general agreements as 'rules' for simplicity's sake.

Wide-Spread Rules

--As stated above, kits and apprentices are not to be harmed physically, emotionally, or in any other sense.

--Do not attack cats with leaf-wrap collars. They are working medicine cats and are useful.

Wide-Spread Customs

Ceremonies

--A parent (or both) must go to a still-working leader if they wish for said leader to conduct the ceremonies for their kits.

--Before an apprentice ceremony, the leader, both/all parents (or the one if they are raising their kit alone), and Fungichomp (if the kit was raised inside the Daycare) must agree that the chosen mentor is suitable. The mentor can be someone already close to the kit, such as kin. The mentor must agree as well.

--A mentor may be watched or joined by more trusted cats to ensure the apprentice's safety.

--A ceremony does not have to be necessary for a kit to become an apprentice or an apprentice to become a warrior, however it is typical for those who want their new name and rank to feal more 'real.'

--Leaders typically mark warriors they name with a symbolic scar. It is up to the receiver if they wish to receive this scar and where it is placed (these may range depending on who the leader is).

--Due to the mass population, not everyone attends ceremonies. Only cats that are family, friends, or the planned mentor usually attend, however onlookers are welcome.

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Names

--Due to the vast population of the Dark Forest and lack of borders for territories, cats have come to add specific words to the ends of their names.

For example: Alderstar and his family live in the Eye-Out Thorns. Due to this, they would be refferred to as [name]-Eye-Out, such as Alder-Eye-Out.

This is typically used when being introduced or talked about to someone who does not already know the cat or family well, otherwise they are simply refferred to by there name.

--As well, some families have chosen to keep a certain theme.

For example: someone named Hawktree becomes mate with someone named Honeyfinch. They both have bird-related names, and therefore will name their kits Sparrowkit, Kitekit, or Eaglekit.

To go further, say that Honeyfinch's name was instead Twigfinch. Then they and their mate both have bird AND plant-related names. In this case, the full names of their kits could be Sparrowfern, Kitebush, or Eaglebranch. Here, the prefixs and suffixes are interchangeable.

For Your Safety

These are things that aren't necessarily rules, much less in the sense that the above are 'rules,' but are instead things most know or agree on to be the case in order to ensure one's health.

To better distinguish, the above 'rules' are what is agreed upon as a general society. This part lists what is agreed upon for the individual's sake.

--Do not harm kits or young apprentices. You will be harmed in turn (Or as Cam put it, 'hit kit, eat shit').

--Do not travel through unfamiliar territory without a trusted escort that knows the way, you may never make it out.

--If you find yourself walking into the same place again and again, keep walking forward. Don't make any turns. You will make it out eventually.

--Walk slow in the fog, and watch your every step. A cliff could be anywhere.

--Do not enter the black waters. It is near impossible to get free of the sucking mud hidden beneath, and you will either be held below, or will become so exhausted from trying to get free that you will no longer be able to hold your head above the surface.

--Do not go immediately from The Brumal to The Torrid, or vice versa. Your body will not be able to handle the instant change in temperature and go into shock. If you are in one and need to enter the other, either circle around or inch forward by the day.

--Cats in the Seamlands are best to be avoided. Do not enter the territory, and do not have kits with a tom named Webstripe unless you do not care if he is not part of their lives.

--If Myrtlewing Eye-Out takes a sudden, intense interest in your well-being, he is lying (--by Lampreypelt).

--Do not enter The Sward (--by Perchclaw).

--Don’t sit too close to especially big cats, they can sit down and squidge you by accident (--by Avery).

—Do not make fun of dark kits or cats with deformities. This is a quick and easy way to learn the color of your innards (--by Wormtongue).

--If Wormtongue talks to you and he insults you one too many times, you are allowed to beat his ass without punishment (--by Mudpatch).

—When approaching an elder, it is generally a good idea to be polite. They’ve survived this long in the Dark forest for a reason (-- by Possumpuddle).

--Do not steal toys or comfort items (--by Mellowtooth).

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Feel free to suggest more!

[lucky-clover-gazette]

For short fic prompts, maybe Vio and Shadow at a fancy event and they are hiding away somewhere because Vio is being antisocial. Mayhaps it leads to...... kisses 😳

If you wanted to do a modern AU you could have the classic hiding in the bathroom during a house party

i like how i said "short fic," and by no fault of anon, proceeded to crank out 1926 words. my first vidow fic! also on ao3. gotta say, i'd recommend ao3 because they have functional line breaks.

It does strike Vio how bizarre this situation truly is: the same maniac who once personally ordered his execution and nearly destroyed the land of Hyrule, is now sleeping peacefully in his lap. Snoring softly. Contentedly. The guy who once told Vio that he was his first and only friend, the only person he ever trusted, only for Vio to betray him stone-cold and watch him die. That person is currently laying in his lap, defenseless, trusting him to stay.

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Shadow feels like an idiot standing around with two glasses. It’s been almost twenty minutes since Vio asked him to get the drinks, and he’s been posted up in the corner of this ridiculously ornate ballroom ever since. 

The ball was Zelda’s idea, an annual event to memorialize the Hero Hyrule lost and celebrate the four (five?) it gained. So naturally, both Vio and Shadow were named guests of honor, and therefore obligated to attend. 

Shadow likes parties enough, despite the awkwardness of it all. It’s only been a few months since everything happened—the four’s decision to stay divided in the sanctuary, Vio’s restoration of the mirror, and Shadow’s resurrection—and for the most part, things are weirdly okay. Most people seem to believe that it was only Vaati and Ganon causing the mass destruction Shadow totally did for them, thank you very much, but he can’t complain when the others cared enough to protect his identity. The only people who know first-hand what Shadow did are Zelda, the four, and the castle knights… but of course rumors spread. Random Hylians must have gotten glances of Shadow atop his dragon, raining fire on the countryside. Shadow wonders if they noticed Vio there, too. 

Anyway, the party isn’t that awkward. All things considered, Shadow’s getting off way too easy for all of the, you know, atrocities. He can handle a few weird looks and rude comments, although resisting the urge to be antagonistic right back is a challenge. Not because the criticism is undeserved, but because Shadow thinks it’s fun to be antagonistic. 

It also doesn’t hurt that Vio is almost always by his side. Despite everything that happened between them, quiet coexistence is surprisingly easy. The living arrangements weren’t even a question when Vio brought Shadow back from the void—it was pretty much a ‘stray cat being brought in from the cold’ kind of deal. Which by the way do not exist in the dark world, and now that he knows cats are a thing, Shadow makes sure to say hello to every single feline he meets. If there was a contest of who could greet, say, twenty cats at the quickest pace, Shadow would easily win that heart piece.

It’s not perfect, though, between him and Vio—they’ve barely discussed the betrayal and fallout, or really anything that happened between them at all prior to Shadow’s death. The first thing Vio said to Shadow after the resurrection was “I’m sorry,” but he has yet to elaborate even months later. 

Shadow channels his apologies into nearly everything he does these days, both around Vio and the rest of Hyrule. The words themselves just haven’t found their moment. Surely someday they will. 

For now, Shadow is perfectly content sharing their tiny cottage at the edge of town, fulfilling their respective duties in the restoration of greater Hyrule. And whether they like it or not, showing up to this ball is one of those duties. And Vio appears to have, for lack of gentler words, totally fucking bailed. 

Beverages still in hand, Shadow straightens from his leaning position against the wall and scans the ballroom for an exit. He recalls which particular doorway leads deeper into the castle from a, uh, very different visit to this location, and makes a beeline through the crowd. 

It shouldn’t be too hard to track Vio down. After all, Shadow’s had plenty of practice. 

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Vio found the castle library about twenty minutes ago, but you could have fooled him. 

Usually, lacking the Hero’s memories is a burden in Vio’s practical life—but in instances like this, it’s magical. Surely the Hero stepped foot inside this library before his dissolution, but Vio is seeing it for the very first time. The world could be on fire right now and he wouldn’t notice. In fact, a little warmth would be rather cozy as he sinks his teeth into these heavy historical volumes.  

“I should have guessed,” a voice says from the doorframe. Vio glances up from the first book he grabbed—The Legend of Groose, whoever that is—and grimaces at the person he sees. 

“Shit,” Vio says, shutting the book in his lap. “I found the bathroom, I swear, but then on the way back I just… got a little distracted.” 

Vio still isn’t quite sure what to expect from Shadow in terms of emotional response. It’s clear that Shadow has been putting a lot of work into his own stability, but still… Vio tries to be careful. He would try to elaborate on this cautionary urge, but something always holds him back—the same thing that holds him back from discussing most urges related to Shadow. 

Luckily, in this instance at least, Shadow doesn’t appear to be upset. He places one glass on the table beside the couch and clutches the other as he plops down beside Vio. 

“Careful around the books,” Vio lectures, taking a sip from his glass. “Is this… not root beer?” 

“Apparently they’re out since we, y’know, pillaged the place, so I had to settle for wine instead.” 

Vio gives Shadow a small smile and drinks again. “Probably not the most morally upright thing to hoard our supply, given how it was acquired, but I just can’t bring myself to return it.”

“Cheers to that,” Shadow says, raising his glass. “We almost successfully took over the world, and all we got was a dumb cellar full of evil root beer.” 

They say cheers and it’s not the first time. Vio wonders if Shadow’s experiencing the same deja vu. If he is, he doesn’t show it. 

“You’re in a good mood,” Vio observes, shifting towards the end of the couch to give Shadow more space to spread out. If there’s one thing about Shadow, it’s that he will drape himself onto any surface in the most dramatic, ridiculous way possible. 

“What can I say?” Shadow shrugs, contorting his body in a way that cannot possibly be comfortable. “Parties are fun. Although I’m gathering, not your thing.” 

“I’m still figuring out what my ‘things’ are, honestly. I’ve only really existed as me for half a year.”

“So does that make you a baby?” Shadow teases, flicking Vio’s hat. From the start, Shadow has always seemed perfectly comfortable invading Vio’s personal space. What once felt startling (but not unwelcome) is now just the norm. “Probably should be taking that wine from you, then, junior.” 

Vio holds his glass out of Shadow’s reach. “No take. My wine.”

“Wow, now you’re even talking like a baby. How the mightily pretentious have fallen.”

“Seems like you’ve taken my place, with a phrase like “how the mightily pretentious have fallen,’” Vio quips, opening his book up again. 

Shadow takes the cue, leaning back and elevating his legs on the coffee table. His boots make a loud thump against the wood.

Since the split, Vio has noticed that each iteration of the hero has developed their own personal style. For Shadow, that includes heavy lace-up boots that take him fifteen minutes to unequip every. single. time. For Blue, it was a buzz cut. Red and Green are using new pronouns. Vio is by far the least inspired, but he is growing out his hair. It’s finally long enough to put in a little ponytail when he reads… although his bangs still get in the way. 

It’s fine, though, right now. Vio’s mind refuses to stick to the page. Instead, he struggles to understand why in the world Shadow would abandon a fancy ball to lounge silently beside him as he fake-reads dusty old books. 

Time passes; maybe not for Vio, but he can tell it’s wearing on Shadow. His yawn is so indescribably pleasant, and yet again Vio wonders why the hell he would even think something like that. It’s a yawn. He didn’t even get to see Shadow’s crinkled nose and biiiig stretch and fascinatingly monstrous teeth as it happened— 

Vio puts down the wine. 

“You can go back, you know,” he tells Shadow gently, mustering a reassuring smile. 

“I don’t need to,” Shadow says, eyelids drooping almost cartoonishly. “We did the guest of honor stuff at the banquet already, and besides, wine apparently makes me sleepy.” 

“We could go home,” Vio begins, but then groans. “No, we can’t, because of the—” 

“Wine, yep, not very safe to travel without our wits about us. Who knows what kind of strange encounters we could have in the woods.” 

Vio chuckles and Shadow does a weak fist-pump in the air. 

“Uh, you good?” 

“I made you laugh. Scooore.” 

Vio cocks his head. “You make me laugh all the time.”

“I know, but you usually try to hide it.” 

Well. 

He’s not wrong. 

“I’m sorry,” Vio says, and he isn’t sure why. 

“I know,” Shadow replies, his eyes drooping shut. “You told me that already, when you brought me back to life.” 

“Yeah, but I just… yeah.”

Shadow yawns again, and Vio’s brain struggles to find the words and wisdom he so desperately needs.

“Don’t stress yourself out,” Shadow says. He can’t even see Vio’s face, but he can just tell how he’s feeling. Hasn’t he always, though? “We have all the time in the world to figure this out.” 

Shadow’s serene expression makes something happen in Vio’s chest, because what he says is so simple yet so true. And Vio feels hopeful about this, whatever this is, in a way that’s terrified him since he first encountered Shadow in those woods. 

“Read your books, nerd,” Shadow murmurs. “I’mma just take a little nap.” 

“Okay.” 

“Don’t go anywhere, though.” 

“I won’t.” 

And Shadow dozes off, and Vio is finally able to read, and everything is calm and normal until gravity does its work and Shadow’s precarious juxtaposition fails to support his limp, sleeping body. 

In other words, his head falls right into Vio’s lap. 

Gingerly, Vio lifts Shadow’s head and slides a pillow beneath it. He doesn’t, however, even attempt to change his position. Shadow’s unpredictable, Vio reminds himself; who knows how he’d react to a rude awakening? 

It does strike Vio how bizarre this situation truly is: the same maniac who once personally ordered his execution and nearly destroyed the land of Hyrule, is now sleeping peacefully in his lap. Snoring softly. Contentedly. The guy who once told Vio that he was his first and only friend, the only person he ever trusted, only for Vio to betray him stone-cold and watch him die. That person is currently laying in his lap, defenseless, trusting him to stay. 

He does his best to focus on the historical volume, but Vio finds himself absently running a hand through Shadow’s hair. He’s always meant to ask about the purple, actually—does he dye it? Probably not, given the lack of blonde roots. 

Vio is… oddly comforted by that. He likes that Shadow isn’t nearly identical to the Hero, like the others and Vio used to be. Really, the more time passes, the less they resemble each other, or him, at all. 

Should he be touching Shadow like this? How’d he even end up stroking his hair in the first place? Why didn’t he just move Shadow’s stupid head off of his stupid lap back when the stupid idiot fell into it?

Shadow sneezes in his sleep, an objectively scientifically adorable event, and Vio’s eyes go wide. Because of a sneeze.

For once, Vio doesn’t overthink it. He sets aside his book, pushes the hair out of Shadow’s face, and plants a kiss on his forehead.

He can’t know for certain, but he thinks he sees a smile. 

[kushblazer666]

Greetings from Telos!

I am Adama, Ascended Master and High Priest of Telos, a Subterranean City beneath Mt. Shasta in California.

I am dictating this message to you from my home beneath the Earth, where over a million and a half of us live in perpetual peace and prosperity.

We are human and physical just like you, except for the fact that our mass consciousness holds thoughts of only Immortality and Perfect Health. Therefore, we can live hundreds and even thousands of years in the same body. I, myself, have been in the same body now for many many years.

We came here from Lemuria over 12,000 years ago, before a thermonuclear war took place that destroyed the Earth’s surface. We faced such hardships and calamities above ground, that we decided to continue our evolution underground. We appealed to the Spiritual Hierarchy of the planet for permission to renovate the already existing cavern inside Mt. Shasta, and prepare it for the time when we would need to evacuate our homes above ground.

When the war was to begin, we were warned by the Spiritual Hierarchy to begin our evacuation to this underground cavern by going through the vast tunnel system that’s spread throughout the planet. We had hoped to save all our Lemurian people, but there was only time to save 25,000 souls. The remainder of our race perished in the blast.

For the past 12,000 years, we have been able to rapidly evolve in consciousness, due to our isolation from the marauding bands of extraterrestrials and other hostile races that prey on the surface population. The surface population has been experiencing great leaps of consciousness, in preparation for humanity to move through the Photon Belt.

It is for this reason that we have begun to contact surface

dwellers to make our existence known. For in order for the Earth and humanity to continue to ascend in consciousness, the whole planet must be united and merged into ONE Light from below and ONE Light from above.

It is for this reason that we are contacting you: to make you aware of our underground existence so you can bring the fact of our existence to the attention of our fellow brothers and sisters above ground.

Our book of channeled messages is written to humanity in hopes that they will recognize and receive us when we emerge from our homes beneath the ground, and merge with them on the surface in the not too distant future. We will be grateful to you for the part you play in helping us broadcast the reality of our existence.

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

19th September >> Mass Readings (USA)

Tuesday, Twenty Fourth Week in Ordinary Time 

or

Saint Januarius, Bishop, Martyr. 

Tuesday, Twenty Fourth Week in Ordinary Time 

(Liturgical Colour: Green: A (1))

First Reading 1 Timothy 3:1-13 The bishop must be irreproachable; similarly, deacons must hold fast to the mystery of the faith with a clear conscience.

Beloved, this saying is trustworthy: whoever aspires to the office of bishop desires a noble task. Therefore, a bishop must be irreproachable, married only once, temperate, self-controlled, decent, hospitable, able to teach, not a drunkard, not aggressive, but gentle, not contentious, not a lover of money. He must manage his own household well, keeping his children under control with perfect dignity; for if a man does not know how to manage his own household, how can he take care of the Church of God? He should not be a recent convert, so that he may not become conceited and thus incur the Devil’s punishment. He must also have a good reputation among outsiders, so that he may not fall into disgrace, the Devil’s trap.

Similarly, deacons must be dignified, not deceitful, not addicted to drink, not greedy for sordid gain, holding fast to the mystery of the faith with a clear conscience. Moreover, they should be tested first; then, if there is nothing against them, let them serve as deacons. Women, similarly, should be dignified, not slanderers, but temperate and faithful in everything. Deacons may be married only once and must manage their children and their households well. Thus those who serve well as deacons gain good standing and much confidence in their faith in Christ Jesus.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 101:1b-2ab, 2cd-3ab, 5, 6

R/ I will walk with blameless heart.

Of mercy and judgment I will sing; to you, O LORD, I will sing praise. I will persevere in the way of integrity; when will you come to me?

R/ I will walk with blameless heart.

I will walk with blameless heart, within my house; I will not set before my eyes any base thing.

R/ I will walk with blameless heart.

Whoever slanders his neighbor in secret, him will I destroy. The man of haughty eyes and puffed-up heart I will not endure.

R/ I will walk with blameless heart.

My eyes are upon the faithful of the land, that they may dwell with me. He who walks in the way of integrity shall be in my service.

R/ I will walk with blameless heart.

Gospel Acclamation Luke 7:16

Alleluia, alleluia. A great prophet has arisen in our midst and God has visited his people. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel Luke 7:11-17 Young man, I tell you, arise!

Jesus journeyed to a city called Nain, and his disciples and a large crowd accompanied him. As he drew near to the gate of the city, a man who had died was being carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. A large crowd from the city was with her. When the Lord saw her, he was moved with pity for her and said to her, “Do not weep.” He stepped forward and touched the coffin; at this the bearers halted, and he said, “Young man, I tell you, arise!” The dead man sat up and began to speak, and Jesus gave him to his mother. Fear seized them all, and they glorified God, exclaiming, “A great prophet has arisen in our midst,” and “God has visited his people.” This report about him spread through the whole of Judea and in all the surrounding region.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Januarius, Bishop, Martyr 

(Liturgical Colour: Red: A (1))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Tuesday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Hebrews 10:32-36 You endured a great contest of suffering.

Brothers and sisters: Remember the days past when, after you had been enlightened, you endured a great contest of suffering. At times you were publicly exposed to abuse and affliction; at other times you associated yourselves with those so treated. You even joined in the sufferings of those in prison and joyfully accepted the confiscation of your property, knowing that you had a better and lasting possession. Therefore, do not throw away your confidence; it will have great recompense. You need endurance to do the will of God and receive what he has promised.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 126:1bc-2ab, 2cd-3, 4-5, 6

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

When the LORD brought back the captives of Zion, we were like men dreaming. Then our mouth was filled with laughter, and our tongue with rejoicing.

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Then they said among the nations, “The LORD has done great things for them.” The LORD has done great things for us; we are glad indeed.

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Restore our fortunes, O LORD, like the torrents in the southern desert. Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Although they go forth weeping, carrying the seed to be sown, They shall come back rejoicing, carrying their sheaves.

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Gospel Acclamation James 1:12

Alleluia, alleluia. Blessed is the man who perseveres in temptation, for when he has been proved he will receive the crown of life. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel John 12:24-26 If a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it produces much fruit.

Jesus said to his disciples: “Amen, amen, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains just a grain of wheat; but if it dies, it produces much fruit. Whoever loves his life loses it, and whoever hates his life in this world will preserve it for eternal life. Whoever serves me must follow me, and where I am, there also will my servant be. The Father will honor whoever serves me.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[alphaman99]

We are in the middle of a multidimensional war. A geopolitical, spiritual, physical, emotional and psychological war. However there is an important peculiarity about this war of outmost importance; all the different dimensions are actually dependant on one thing, and one thing only - our perception of truth and therefore reality.

Those wanting to increase and consolidate their power over us, know that in order to achieve their objectives they must, above all, control our perception. To this endevour they have dedicated masses of resources, knowledge of the human psyche, manpower and time.

At the end of the day, their dystopian goals require of our collaboration, our compliace and obedience, and for that they need to manipulate all aspects of the manufactured ‘reality’ we are exposed to, so that our perception of ‘truth’ is based on their lies.

The reason for their push towards transhumanism is so that in the future their manipulation of our perception and behaviour can be done at the switch of a button.

In a nutshell, they want to sever our connection to God and connect us to their cloud; the so called ‘Internet of Things’, where we are just one more ‘thing’ connected to a massive 5G web. Completely controlled, surveyed and enslaved.

The good news is, that given it all depends on our ignorant and wilfull collaboration, the way to crush their goals is simple: let’s wake up and say ‘no’.

The challenge of course, lies in waking up the very large portion of the population that live in a total hypnotic state of fear, denial and indoctrination.

So when you feel anxious and frustrated with the increasing madness that surround us, and you ask yourself, ‘what can I do’!?

Just know that the only thing you can do, is plant seeds of knowledge whenever you can (gently and politely), so they may germinate in others and hopefully spread.

Laura Aboli

[sunrisetune]

Hi Goose. Another Dragon Age prompt -- I was trying for angstier, but I'm too sleepy, so here it is as it is: Anders attempts to fulfill a patient's last request, with or without help from Hawke (or anyone else you wish).

(ID: An edited ‘The Office’ meme, of a man looking off into the distance with a determined expression. The caption says, “I’m going to make this way angstier than it needs to be.”)

So I actually have more of this bc I can’t write short-fic to save my fuckening life, But I wanted to give you something before the new year! Therefore: Please accept this slightly reworked excerpt of a thing; hopefully it should stand mostly on its own?? \o/

- 740-ish words - Dashes of Hawke/Anders; Anders was right but he still absolutely did things wrong - And you know when sometimes people write a friendship route Hawke and (or / ) Anders where both of them are completely okay with Kirkwall being destroyed, or where Justice and Anders are chill with the amount of death the war causes because it's a ~needed price to pay~? Fuck those two interpretations specifically.

CW: The end of Act Three - violence, brief gore, mass / crowd death, children in dangerous situations, fire, suicidal ideation.

~

‘Pyre’

The chunk of what was once Chantry wall careened out of the sky and cracked the street in front of him. He flinched, his arcane shield flaring for a moment before the dust cleared. When it did he wished it hadn't, but forced himself to look. Stone, and flesh. A trail of blood seeping from underneath a wrinkled hand stuck out from the wreckage. Anders felt sick. Then he heard the wail, and went to them.

The poor elf woman caught under the wreckage refused to accept his healing, or his frantic instructions not to move. Instead she inched closer to her husband and pressed her cheek to his bleeding skull, murmuring comforts. There was nothing Anders could do for them, he realized-- half his face was gone, and with her chest in that shape, she had only minutes. She looked up at Anders through the mess of her hair. "Please," she said. "The baby." He turned. There, a few feet away-- she must have thrown them-- a bundle of rags the size of a young elf child. The bundle was breathing.  Anders looked back at the poor mother and nodded. Her eyes filled with tears of relief and pain. “Thank you.” He had no elfroot or lotus to ease their passing but she put her face to her husband’s and closed her eyes, and he cut her throat as fast and smoothly as he could.

Anders’ hands were shaking and still covered in gore, but he picked the child up, carefully. He checked their breathing, turning their face to his chest to give them some small measure of protection. At least there wasn’t any darkspawn blood on him. They’d make it to the alienage, Andraste willing.

He wove through the broken streets with his arcane shield shimmering dimly around him, his aura stretching as far as his concentration could spare, healing those around him for the few seconds they were close enough. It wasn't much but he could hope it might give someone another few minutes. Mechanically, he stepped around the corpses. All but ignored the screams coming from the burning stacks of hovels euphemistically called 'apartments' throughout Lowtown. The buildings were too cramped, too close together, and the fire spread like a ravenous beast. The most he could do was pray that they'd die quickly of the smoke.

It felt almost like he did on his worst weeks: everything so loud, the air itself ringing cruelly, nothing getting through to him. But something was keeping him just above that, like treading water in a freezing lake. Justice, trying to protect him. They were one now but nonetheless Anders hadn't felt the spirit so present in a long time; not furious, burying him in his own mind, but simply there. Sustaining. They probably wouldn't have been able to continue at all if it wasn't for Justice. Back in front of the ruined Chantry, after Hawke had thrown her dagger to the stones, Anders certainly wouldn't have been able to stand. (She shouldn’t have let them go. They should be dead. They should have paid--) They were hollow but for a viciously twisting rage; a great, helpless guilt. Rage at the templars, at himself. Them both. How dare his heart ache. How dare their eyes burn with more than the ashes?  How could they grieve when they were responsible for the suffering of these people? He'd lit the fire. Their home was burning. What could he possibly do for them now?

Something. They must do something.

It’s a monstrous thing, feeling such sorrow and certainty they'd do it again.

Amid all the chaos, his siblings face down their oppressors. More and more of them twist grotesquely into abominations as the fight continues-- Anders wants to scream at them in betrayal. Still others fall on their knees and beg before the steel struck through their throats. What kind of a way was that for mages to die? They were meant to fight! His fingers tighten on their staff until they're nearly claws of his own. It-- didn't matter. The world would know, no matter how many were dead. And he'd help them, he'd join the battle with or without Hawke, and do what he came here to. ('Without Hawke'. Anders couldn’t linger on that thought.) Maybe they could still save some of them, or maybe he could slaughter enough templars that some of this rage would ease.

Just not yet. The child in his arm breathed, fragile, still unconscious. If he could be a healer still-- even once more-- he had a promise to keep.

~