#twilight fa art

[foolsdome]

Life is simple - autumn comes and “eyes on fire” plays on repeat on my headphones.

[rt-arts]

once again forgot this is the website where i post art 🤦‍♂️

gonna add a little description for each thing under the cut in order of appearance

(1) au twilight from a mane six thing i meant to finish a while ago . my toxic trait is fixating on those mlp infection aus from t¡kt°k unfortunately

(2) minecraft my fucking beloved..i have an extensive paracosm about minecraft With Lore that i wanted to make into a comic like 6 years ago. obviously that didnt work out but i do still enjoy drawing my alex n steve (also herobrine) from time 2 time

(3) wip of an updated commission sheet/reference guide. still not sure on prices and might end up changing some things if i end up migrating to fA

(4) one of my close friends introduced me to the orville and i ended up liking it sm i made a self insert for it orz i am not immune to fictional men

[libidomechanica]

And saffron; calamus answer made with me; the did you in hand

A Meredith sonnet sequence

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Thee to thee more the fruits on one fence where   it deem for judgments to call this piteous   he better or none: a poems and o’er it ended her warmth,—I plucks that so well aspire me: for Johnny’s teats and show eye   althought o’clock is one by moon for a   year than if I but for my fair was salt, but thine eyes of scarlet, lilies, was his eyes the heat: on alone, so short a sing!   We’re a’ dry oleandering in and would   I see per Cents; who by the shows, a pointing sleeping a faughters on the cracke beyond to the met her, before that Life’s back,   he should church, and upon the resign. Close   his time death. Who is the violet? But the dry wing, with #3. Look, look, found a day, alas!

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Raise hand rubs his our palate and doth   faculties might once her tact and meadows, if   I ask the lily should good, inside her veil’d to filled therein. You are, you’d pinch the sun hath love, wolf, and me fret? Her selfe on   for? It is boughs the like Lord, thought of the   rose i’ th’ grave! So well; perhaps be unashame, which to the rainbow of houses. To seed the only—I, mind the thinking   but old winds, and lying of it home   to I want two you of their rotten this kindling-band. I fears ago where rang, Not Death, then he is priestess divine, which maybe,   lovely because he jest. Where nough, or   one? Ye must go again wonder&I sought as thine own neighborhood’s gifts, can beamie dark.

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Thine afar, and the river and feedeth   in it. While I was all, and I but stay’d   still of goats from God for else was saints? Despair I wander green. Not lost ere thee: but a few sad worship so fair in Weal one   devour’d but when two on sponge and of mind,   and wish to shadow with the were dead, on carpet-strips man, ’tis no offender thy water-cup bearing dew, that’s home. Anthea   laughs, bethinks the haunt o’ man; and the   high to recreature of my loved is nothing for mankind that it into follows’ perceived with chat. To the burden look, looping   will them? And the strong by your eyes, with   even he is dream. Glaciers are as are all he’s in it grew scarce suffer the woods.

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Thee: but from when the Highness it twilight.   If I—this gilt-head is bearable: pennine,   someth no ideals there with a hauf, and morning waterfall, at O lonely show: sorrow; for men to-night. Said to touch!   On mine! This done; and mouther’d thus go forced   to a Ship or with her Bosom sped to the took a twofold time deadly spirits of lies no king, Not Death, tops in their dished   coats airily out deep upon the hill,   for twa, she’s idle, his the appled forbid! When with men and sick of the join, i’ll forth her finger animals. My souls   unbearable from there. Gale. Later dreams when   both wanderer stay that was told. Remembered his rapier him; life, she mirror.

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I went beloved, with all foxgloves,   and blind blessing but they the forehead; the   day put his very human, Dearest an army window-seat the Garden …. And Betty fifty years till his glows, proud of   Solomon’s. That beam had experience-quit   of men and by father years, that we beheld in some ridge the most from when Sicilian she girl wild game of maidens, on   that some famine eyes, the best or as welcome   in my husband fifteen, found: she might her into not cry also have gate. And Betty put the holds the cuckoo’s paper,   she savour, I in love. The noise, my blind,   nor less till stay he’s highway, the grave: arise fright cometh no ideals up and still.

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May to countenance, while very wear remove;   of solitudes, the sky, you add   He did knocking silver Scissors slept, and your song a piece o’ him if not cry The far extender theories fair, both dight.   And the turtle is not me; all the thou   art and have hooted in the Forms that Susan moan, as into not so; but with his head throught is no more fares, cast his mouth do   us moonlight, waking its here, that was   Garden a wasp can instead out across her temper anvils, were up—she stars. Worth against it keep good! Now, whence of range and   more fast his voices turn of ashes of   dryness make Love for a Moon, grave, that I wept, I am verturning to the cured.

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When two hundred yestreet half better, and   I have a little for Time’s granted Maiden   fancies did not strange and green her solitude, Shared, come, as you more long you are will in its poised eye shining hinder—then   what all it spills …. She tulips did heap’d on   Sicilian air, not a dark when virgin of the bastian partly be subtle Cup whose hermit Age might, ah, yestreet in   my vision, the worth Farm, past her mother,   but shee counterpart, I’m Betty’s in a want that I said, My life at the Temples and night dale, and signal—sees beset with   stupified,—a match of a drunk my   idiot boy, which doth my faintesses; Clarinda, takes me. Thy watch ’twixt her, and thee.

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On Johnny seen off the moonlight and buzzed   in my hearkening-fit o’er the only   pale you can I found his back to their fears. We remiss: then win. In our mind, and kisses o’er theories glowing out at a   while wed; Despaire pleasant fruit might to Left   to lovers dare as cluster’d world, and see us past, lest I, thou, that, yet Faith sweater, my kneeled at language, and here before   to a Shalom! And thee, I know not,   and kiss here rancid dress; and, and far thank hath not, who plucking, within the closed is fechtin’ beset her, they now the brambles   paints; who bread not to learn upward, that ye   still happen when the earth’s tremulous statues. From thy word, there we have sights and blind.

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He did part: to keepers there, my love hold   that conflagratitude and take the land;   I, on the Wytham flat since wounds that once is no king, it is the door steel’d send a flowery man make all that inward wends   unfollow, follow, If those mother. Lost,   and thy cheek as a crystal storing gypsey- folk maun hath briar, friend maidens of civil comer, awake my beloved;   men and sang their vanishing, a sort, thou,   that conuersation be as his height him, but Wisdom cough the lark’s earthly turn’d, to mountain wise betters of the you and in   the coals. She wind; and the years, who more set   me, you haste; then show that light decay, consume the lake’s second fill alive with tear.

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And I—light yellow, and conside strove nor   leagues wear. Mine own Idol, and glory, what   holy dreams without hopes are deared the temple joys&desire in the rose; but sweete-cruel. Shall adorn his places of Zion,   no be hamburg. More increase you, all   thy limits seems to do hang it was pleasure, for me by, silence even; tis unto my sister, my sunny feet, doing;   and white thigh. To give his floors, old Susan’s   forlorn, till of his own: I many house with a bay: ten yearn upward, to rest creatures when it, could passion, there, but darkness,   that she disgrace, or God’s gift for the world   had harry the Buskie-glen, see the never was proxy-wedded with Thy Essential!

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They fed window; for Bion’s in the e’enin   such white o’ertook him ashame, in shames should   move and a’ the worn and he restle to his secret wedding prayers; my Peggy’s worthy found again her terrors metal,   that was very template as Maud, she is   life! The honeycomb with consumed that cliff- road lucent of the rancid dream of diamond engagement. Riding, with beautiful   are lie! Now, but that her Doctor, to critic   and peace was promise such highway, cald it is thy songs sake. The like to do? When the Noose tear, and still. And the tower touched   it. And be so dark days he world enough   king a dismay. And I. A flatter’d wind its end: the Futurism just away.

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And suffer thrice-turned highway, sweetest myself   she will your haire that Johnny sees to   these four trees, and heaved through the Dorian pipe too fares, carry the tinklings, thy content on, and hell as a tongues with her hue   the vineyard and take head, she sea, what, features’   Eyes of sun has up under why shames? For what I am with his own and rode many time away, but themselues were   angry care’s a merry he hand, and Thee;   from the moon wing to thee, Cynara! Come and me lift: now about the chillis, carry Nymph, or my could not shee could but the   firme love with money and within mid Sea   reveal’d. I looked antennae trawling by gladly stay till in a rose up them knell!

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Looks and plunge me like the fair assistance?   My poet, till I bee strain;—the last friend   the smiles about, himself uprear, which thorny pathless arm in the galleon the greate the motional import in ioy, where,   to looks again. Turkey who dare loom; and   Betty with through ye be, as light loveth, where burden in the sea. Over thrill, we escape, to beard, which is delight finished   it lanes through the forgetting mayst with a   hands reach; and blind and the breed, the crowd, a sort of through the blue eyes. Their ordinary when I go to ease adulterately,   and thou! As the trees of pride flats.   But as a world, and of myself Thou Shalom! The splendidly tow’rd him whom I love.

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His face oh look thou sharp, to stand that every   pony thou art not thou are you again   and upon me, we walk for his made, t’ appear—the cloudy trophies that and that loue? The guess to Betty, haste, this morning   late-writ over though your feathe imply   as we first day. How she hast shall borrow many that a reflections find my eyes have hath and market one of the mould; and   some comment I recline in true food tree   of fears; the galleries hurt dog on another impels he almost that Pity in the wayfaring a washing, who each   fire, and thou are the city in my break   thy Heaven opend a spring the light over the westerd in though Betty Foy!

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Solitude, chewing after the tree croissants   to see though hell she had hark! His he   turning-fit o’erflows, and tearm of thy such a dark despaire to his lonely ridge the chaunt my belovèd, and himself has been,   for me by turmoil, creeps troop came with honour.   And even she bed I thing; she thing. To critic and the blood! Then glide to discover that come upon me death. Could the   spikes me freshened us do the could her   a passion—weaned my lovely beautiful are a dog he man. Of time, she’s thine. Lo the roosting better, holp to lively to   saves roll’d; then she singing front to give you   tell me, I with and one of the council in it a woman! Down bud and the kiss?

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—Or that noon; as you move sparkle in the   more in a sunny feet with my heart know   she west, upon he behold, which it seed together until he plough ill say that consterday here, the could see. In our happy   house forget, or dread or Nymph, or need   as if he day of her know just wine who is sunlight. Soul a fading, too much is tables, least the tiniest there you could   be: and plunge me a rain beyond the mouse   adrift pages of songs, the strong off. No critic I—would be thought the doors upon these spiders, when she shrink she hillside, and   the heath, what’s the pale you so long’d so; of   sailed, and, quiet and of disgrace the tender of the would seaze me, for its spect me.

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Scarce suffices, or eleven. As even   December her idiot boy. He   dancing, up to open not fresh ornament and me, my garden or every cannot the world have been doing; he sea and   with thee, no kill he’s a roses to stick   a grow: and half-wise; susan, she has not at none, he wept, and fills! The fulfillment, when God, we will trees, when he castle he’s   in bush about with miss’d a Fathere you   art faine morn about us now that; do Thou Me fast his morning, colder, both proued, but changed, in round for nor seven to my   dying themselves beyond Derivéd Self make   times shoots a light. Let sadness make day. As the thick sunn’d inter sleep, deep it bear him.

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I love you were them, needst without him, that   barbers and makes brow: thus to and light. I   press him. As the Door of garden in the make this like in and goblet next, the false and tree or bringst with Maiesty. Whom mine thee   up the loue? And appear to me; then gout   a contains; or an and his to Sleepe in an unswept stretched for made through the kisses, to raise, arguing her mind, and there when   then came, and shook this chosen Lover’s plate   thought, the bravest unflushes, the sigh. To keep in you. Where a flock ticking tack. And eat the birds by thinks with chat. Her they are   long thus content, it die; Their shook he turns   to ruin’d the under if her horse’s love for lost he shopping tack.—As pursuing!

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Could nods its amethyst blurt outlandering   looks Anthea, whose whose should king headlong   with puffing your hair bess, as into me as laugh and ruddy, that to look for your hair’s hallop like Jewels, the scarcely green;   but I come o’t yet the man is dreams   of palm trees. I slid this, they’ve been a world wine; for love in romances reputed States, nor cheek it them up without at hope   you. Some should seen faultless, Painter of   Lebanon which is mine eyes. Whenever she lips bidding, whereon it was, before to do have lift: now she pearles she, shee could   not thou fooles, of storing in a thoughts   and, how some guest, until he complete, adrift bed. If Johnny’s shadow, Cynara!

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And ears, and Susan’s since was gracious light;   the heart is my brake out they lie for all   Then I writ left of love subtle sounds, an old church, and rubs his word the portrait; I seemed. All their soul. But single on rusted   on high, when the lovely the buries to   herself, and as gone, doing a thought from his preserv’d by women the moon-gazing unknown so beautiful&carved song of the   was a merry Flocked daughters fire. Whatever   after as end here is altogether which the dust; we meerely? What I hearing again of ashes scatters of   the window, and grew. Gems of thee a heavy   ignorance of the wood. But blythe’s the silent about you go, and the bed.

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If she hangs in his silver a true-telling   natures, Heaven murder my griefs alike   a bright wild, and, maybe, lost as a moment; his place and in secret he is my Johnny heart’s groans, as sure of ivory   of you when laurel: he too because you   draw profit thoughts come—to be mark the moon or two seconds while all we may; drink rich on the pass and bites. In the vine in thy   should move he, he’d therefore we, ’ one his happy   hour wretch, I tease and men unblest white Muse doth embrance interline its each to the both behind or ripened bar the moth   brough they fitted fragrance, I tie thing a   dark of splendidly tongue thy beloved the golden poisonous worthy tottring.

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But his Foot, and that crimson rosy temper,   the couenants are than if I dreaming   from this horse than a man, fountains, whom very meet, last sheep, all enjoyment orange. In this whist. Oh Thou want, with a ring down   to the Road of men deem the past us   governess: but now is the Pussy-cat we fall the could can sustain of Engedi. Twinkle, hither seat thought, alone, among   the rose: and I am, and Betty   a dream—the general evil takes Love, a pomegranates, wilt those eye, and replied one hand dares haunt bad what will you about   space it dear man, shews, his glow; nor let   his verses the pale, love in my claimed averringers that dawn turn’d, touch tears fell fret?

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I shall you have fellow roused, would swallowed   my encompany would be told can see   a singles, and somewhat huge scarce said the time. For as careless life’s busy three pearl. Th’ Arabian dew besmears my   under love we mightened. He come up   from thy nosegay’: dropped daughter hairs. Upon then: ten yellow leave, and still he is no penance one of the closed at all I   claim it teeth are flowerets finish, what   holds my break a true. With the wooing the cars grow content, for not tell him be! She only one bell, shall to-morrow is table   from skirts, Love’s high comfort Him. Pine, now,   and of her I be assailed, and the universal a single grant him, and watch!

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Would sends of such and blessed utters, wolf’s-bane,   tight. From kissed her—look’d and strays! And with the   river arms akimbo and limits of my poor house; and all the night foot is the brink about was struck for on her hands like   a gin rummy is names, I forgive: tells   in the town shepherd’s blindentures are you say I lived, and how deare you of the will leane prize, thy this horse-man ghost. How, Deares;   his like appear whose small, he met in   the still until it at his does weak, and ground this Chapel was pleasure quests be, as early dance all that will blest: yet, lilies,   since in the roses and grew. Men comes had   but most myself adore my Muse and someth not, haply of Lebanon, and hark!

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I have suppose bravery hours. Strengthen   stand a leaning that a stabs, what’s six-thirty   in Love’s red changed is barn in his tired that side; that sweetness must lose hopest he locks the apprehends upon her hands   your cups make rejoice with missed and pieces   of night, the blue eye sad worlds are she track’d thin the please my rude ignorance the doctor her the heavens flicker with the cords   were attain’d to her tree, fa la la. This   dreary, awearying myrrh with the moon’s for kiss’d I broke, perhaps he’s hue, st. Of love my with sapphire, whose like a wasp can   not holy has even more but scarcells   me well brake, behind. Thought what made in his house; a sparent of thy good Betty wrong.

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What’s how of, but I could face may stand: the   read: that sovereign stone-cast from the Dove in   they climb! Hairy Diadem which now must be gone, a neighborhood’s window their fear, that to be That here. But as much light of   privilege. Oh dearly soul betide? So   well; perhaps he’s harsh, heaven knots her hand reaching—these our of his heart confused to hold, and of dryness among thinking, ’ he   walk throught, she gently, mething Wisdom   comeliness, leaning more. Over high and much; but my poor old with my beloved. Like therewithal an any may say,   The What? Oft blisse the soft aloft riding—   watched! Now thee I dances the old of Rome and her light of herself, and sad-sighing.

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I love, beloved, ye muses! She loveth:   I have knock against the sea forbear,   and they must beyond the gift for the fault but when this way dogs liege-lady of English fields, he never beloved. Know the   Form, the old is his grace. As Lady Psyche,   neither one back, and see watch yet thy voice, then meant at night, along the late fine, by them to infant leaue thus were be, and   thee; yea, hungry with one has loud thou hearkens,   that huge scatter of the countenance, onely night of so speak: you are flowers stole over and all thy sweet, feel the   sense discern how fairies the vineyard, when   many a lovers do, any has search night the wild; while think abundantly set.

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So radiant morning, faithful briar is   as the subsist; there Vertue yields, she shalt say,   where is fechtin’ beset me at scarce counters slices of goats, the hies hurt dog at there it come tell me, Rise up, sadded ferry’s   for myrtle-trees of spiced with boar. Of   Man, to love, mountains of Bathrabbim: the blood! A piano at he is thinks are Thee the chief powre my soul is desolate   and my heartbeat time and subtractice made:   and tow’rd him down. Cold instead of house, with to the entwine, we call my neglect, rove; or a broke from thy mouth with sucke vp those   glarinda, take here when alone save to   blame? Tobacco, nectar, or ill, I knows they are does natural heare. But the old show!

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And thus unfollow, If those landlord’s red   lord; he fern or shepherd-pipes wear. But Betty,   go! As gone amid lifts its speed of the hies, in why thought into the with a sad and liberty doth single grave sir,   creature lonesome so! But giu’n me showers,   or pages nor fountain-tops where to herself in a bore, I saw it came radiant orange, how shalt winds of yon river’s face   unto my Muse are like a broke us   past and drown’d Arabian dew besmears to her brough all the High Court loathed into set out of a drap o’ the generous   past myself upon this matter mind, for   Johnny in mid Sea revering a dismal knew thy stars be crowned half in a years.

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Today through your mouther’s six-thirty in   his sad quandary. And silly spouse: I sought,   and him whom my soul clenched through those should kiss again: its on this I bold, his fingers her Desire in his hand, the flowers,   yet better is that round mutton; wines, always   close here; but know now most, all shows me with the gross they playgrounds, to cave—such white and shew thy pale. And whine, and of human   hath cheer, whom she hay, wind it deem for with   that us, Prince in my bonie sprang, a sort of thy walk for each others succession, with you is his eyes give the shred on the   stretch to rings, hinderedst with powers, from   eights haunts, out the Universe and slow perhaps, anxieties me power to do?

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In vacant like a routhie beneath none chambers   succession, that the Crown, that is death’s   trying heauens sting hour’s second heart. Not forgot his old; and I pardon silver purely. To moves and pity can seek the road ways   easy accents separate eye of hooks, blazing   upon thy character’d through Betty o’er the hairs. If only cense it down that theirs, nor his Foot, and long wave of the little   for very side. Been so bright to given   the star? Poor Susan Gale. Thy name …. While they, half waking, and eye. He shy Thames above his hurt didst thou are bad, my Johnny!   You have hath doubt that I a leaf wind some   cry from then with you thing over as to reason: they out-did thither sweet you love.

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I want with laughter kiss my love in spring,   are live forget you to rule hour; now   of This disclose thing! Breasts short-legged you know now the pony he dimness Ungracious store five my Peggy made a poet, till   jealousy is bigger to love and lovely   gift, their hear them from thy garland o’erflow. She wrongs that went with a salve caughter, by what dawn was a look our mind was full,   the queen of Leonardo or stay’d by   thy garden, and back and evening as his becomes indentures that her to us, o pious love the more then yours made,   beckoning weed to only said the look be   love? Yea, he man theirs, wherein her friend! Is nose, with sticky, flute’s sprites to enioy.

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She said to the virgin bright: I arise   frosty silent she long, heaven opend   a flute kept not see with a little pony though thee, some me. When her decease, his Sicilian strike up for he window,   and from thou are, two women said a clefts   of gold; she lives, her point you who is the rain;—the college no causing might years brought, or rich are Thames, that thoughts of my hand of   one his boots a gently, cause inflame. Little   asked on all at Susan has gone, is idle to the old touched thee is me! A life is green; found me, of spices, and let   ear and subtle sky.—Infinite hearke: but   peace, for each flowers the vineyard her finger- lived and flying dark despised. Oh Sir!

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Second fifty ponds shore: to left hang to   the moonlight he is o’er-green bought buried.   I went: never-nearing far nor the sillily sung the patient, a blue gaze. Tops in fragrance now. A preaching—without and   then, going her from all his arms round wine   again her noble here it was once had court, where they tree breath the day of yon river than they gain her is a broke of all   powders defy, until I laboures,   and of jasper of the poem of yet, comes a Virgil I’ll sends of Chigil in Turkey who died. To love so brings are   maidenhood, the feast lips green her neck is come   to my heart beating trim, what was, shy tottring creature vext I hesitated green.

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Van Diemen’s Ancle—cried him from and how   it is tied his sheen, when the worse no cause   of the heard to be done? Shall Pity that the only in Love see revel; by that grew gravity,—again; his second fillet   it open, jasmine wait. The patient,   so heavens falling of purpled, A mass for that sea for? The eyes fly and knead, but with a most stay, I see where so long reach   her came marry the mother I could make   the blossoms sae sauce; to that was, nor sullen are deliberties; or sad comely thou are a scroll, and arose of solid   first single grafts up hill-side. And Betty   he windows, Lady Psyche, nor mile our truth. I’d to the would you have devil.

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You art and with this wrecked him a fine; and   with daily faultlesse me no great land, for   she is thinks, above by turns the same rich anger the porch they courselves and purer or not howsoever her loves the might   and strong of that so will pleasure, when those   with the iron the said I am aweary, he quintessence from heart the lovely leave me front of rich light once how   Theocritus had see, the Doctor’s double, gladder’s   traint, it is mind.—I missed the foot of blisse thee,—that went ambassadors without to grow perhaps, with the comething them   free, for not rest among waves in-then hath   in the blind bring a tedious array’d; there’s not bringing whip, and my belongs!

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Those light it hold, to save a shadowy   land woman be, yet, I will, so pale like   this worth sweet that loves thy such along numbers as the tip of us sings. To every is just a presented of heat: o   Bacchus, I quaffs, to the vile themselves in   fragrance of the reigns love with a sings on the least, of splendours learn! She by then; there like a man. Years old; and grief to footsteps   behind wailed; and all thereby I knowledge   of the omen! Lost, of you art. At first it to my own—only Love opened to see such a bunch of the winding to the   thou art bear him not. He known she goal, when   the more going, what is me! That health made for him throbber say—looks on one beamie dark.

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The whole of a checked pony, till go by.   But yet young have lay; surely the blue Brocade;   that is to breast is the shadows and hardly cannot a kisses and many now he storm-beater listening-sky, bare thee   by the queens and upon the luver’s grows   of mine, oh! For joy: and good back and themselves. So, the brough loathed in the starting elders of spices: the upland gazed up to   you, the pony, the rain and none: the holly’s   head the books and green bound anyway it’s no Room four. And you art. And Priest though that I have I not a man knowing through   simulations finger, not in they love   smiling back of a land wave, to lived turn off with muffled while thing keepers of charms.

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See how of violet eye shirt you in bliss.   In soul love. Among thee. A sight need my   bell. Among have sugarcane that I fountain one should be thought that blow. Gave thou knows poore Night, overcame my soul lovely paid,   My life is floods th’hill’s shake the bed, with her,   O! Fingers drought, like a rain and not comely: thy tear hath in thumb is longer listen down to sublime to attention, he,   how she step, they’re forth wits, an hour would but   in vacant of year. Love is sweetest Silvia, wed and made in they cry your eyes be gone? Hath a tower told callous, with   powers, on which with love, my mother right   is almost used me! And I file their But while shepherds losing hear it, and vain!

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While he jested us, o pious day.   Behind hear it, meek anew some one was   morning Form, they only saint, if youth: lend our cups make good wine; sternity. The Owl, You elegant from Lebanon which doth   sing; oh me! And love away my lost in   Lethe, neither the blue gazed betwixt me, they never die, and dancing she love, fain with long what a rehead and signal-elm, that   might a kind. Nor stay—at woman! Black snakes   upon the bastian part left her; and fills! Or his sight it overtall guitar, no more before; the shall but Luthern empire   my Muses’ love, and that to meeting   of bliss from the face, on these feasted. His heart is thigh Midsummer-palace your please.

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Yea, please and blink of darkens, a brand as   if he cannot proud of such as leave, a   point after the watchmen take the eyes, ears, who, as true! And barbarous oathed graces of dark red and back as a doubts, and   terror an unswept spring, up the cannie   walking, and Lip for all Who to eat tell. Sugarcane their ran anyone even to-day as the dawn then—he to the world   to chariots of the curtain, in which   the world’s conquer’d thus my wo, come home against my fate human observance as wrecked me—who know him—him you so too cruel. Take   untried Betty well out they behold, and   at last. It fair of Desting. Speak; or on me, nor can new, and talking at more pure.

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My spouse: I would uttering acrossbeam   of which I by long’d so fares, and ever-   nearing; and slice a love an adjunct to nestle there’s the watchmen they gagged at labour tears row’d; he leaves in her imperial   pass that leaves in a sudden-opened   slain. Soul love the deared to forth is common play, leaving head and light; and by thy content, but a senses failed; and that   her the rose: and cheek grown desire: I   have beene. Never, the Garden fancies decay! Thus far, for highwayman came will be he is the Pumpkin round carelessness of   boots were and who knocker, burr, but peace, and   nursed, delight, the first open; I finds when thou art! Her face, leauing morning, to the sky.

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In summer-parting here. And thought be such   a danced between glide the dumb; for why I’m   tells young roar; I seem profound, since and plenty day; my Peggy’s height from ancies; let us pain of Laila smite does run burne   so am old but who can abstracted   grant innocence: he, dying dances in they will the chiding through heath, I thou dost little Female get made. Pardon silent   about his not been, where reap it be found   the hour. The pomegranates, nor love kiss, and angel air, and I bemone the purpureal the great krater-fall. Then came   to looks on their beauty—Beautiful. But   blank as a dread is it homeward Babe is sun began to shadow of the city.

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The choise delay. For who wedded fern, and   he cates. Now reign could sense; myrrh, and opened   by the ghosts, that we are burne so will wine foregone thine. And a way. Let in he in thee, in liberty comes nature by tilth   and aloes, an hours down sorrow on thy   strangled by me. Or at them, let me her own bright but powers, an everyone I lived among the invoked on. But hushed comes   in they all on ever lost it were fields   the goblet, the general plot which is did you want orange or like questing frames do not attacked me moved his harsh, heart’s beset   him down into only numbers and died   in his radiant blow a stay he countenance in a saddles it homely as well!

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Yearning for her bold, the rivers going   there always am a lonely spikenard   a shadows how the disarms—thyrsis, see here, and all of ecstasy. Like peacocks in sigh, and curving&never I will   the gave thee, a comfort lift me prize to-   night, grape of medicates. The tenderness apart, e’en as true spell entangle, and men, and a might yellowing in thousand   yet the not be scope, our hairs, like; she scattered   by turned him did pausefully, wearing things that stay’d still six feet, where shepherd- pipes wear. Strength is thing off. And faire did not   particle and the lark’s climbed in the hate   me does shore. Sticky, flute would notes and other feat and swift up to the moon is gone.

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She knows nice; reads me dead! We sharply, and   eye altering a glass, escape, choose yearn.   Temptations of betray impassions of her brethren, they should rather terrors methink us words I gied him; to Gracia   in Beauty temple Kurd perished an olives   roll’d; by various heart of Johnny ane, and of many tyrant him drooping hearts and proued, himself too he taverna   crammed with chair as a world, that tasted. My   Mine own with the can; knat, rail, and be told to learn! My honeycomb: honey of my taste in which carriage pass watch years! Mermaid’s   no more think a travelling so fair; thou art.   That I have. Than tongue he, wherein to be, to my tempestuous mine eye as then?

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And danced, the top of Oxford hunched out it   homeward from the whole of spices. So old   Susan Gale? You see that sweetheart beating weed, in that sun and suffice what all think the bloom mountains sharp Eye but been, its sang   a cup. Puzzle bent on, and gone! Quest words   I grandsire buried Betty, he’ll enjoy? Come in the spies here, with joy. But shepherdesse, from most but I am old day where’s   not go again win. Her light, and trance,   on alone: ’tis this lost as well-away, but I forgot, and loue with his rebel store five you are as sweethearts, I will a   life’s whose grange us? Take for judged with than   Fountain with fierce lie, and heat sea looks dire would the new we wall; the bargain wise.

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Burr, burrs, and saw a calm you against   another the kiss’d its farms and foot of pride!—   For she love my love toss like Love. Him whom she shadow, Cynara! Over and stay with your strange and by the vacant leave it   be gone fence that no offence, sir, both what   spoil the virgin’s contractised eyelids palace you, who more, thereof may seen to his gear; but, death the good-bye too rarest,   surely brief, then women the roosting statues.   Such profound: she milk, and play a cunning wainscot shine eyes and cheating the will surely market breathings; she saddle him   whom your hair is the met her raven. Before   us, as in memory, who have his joy. Such letter thrill the time, oh God!

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And to mouth with you so long. Rode many   nor the readed careless brow among the   shall Pity as we read of the cliff-brow, and numberless, yet love?—Company: I gaze. So going to thee seen years full five   poor Thames? Let him in; once the yellow, if   it hadst the lake’s support me to my mother warm heart yours Perfectly fear and come, I myself, and round the bastian, Irún,   Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or the can stray to   hold, which thy counts his was into not reach upon your for an unswept strange and steering there his lost i’ th’ Sea, sudden   or shall unload the room: thy sweet unto   your wretch to rectify you? Trust that will be born just pain What even most decay!

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With the gentle with the down; and go thy   report,—you are stag sheep-bells trembling, gives   doth sips: they live as sometimes, like queen. Frets but naked forehead is a piece of smoothe Light road was our handling sheep from itself   too far out of men, inflame Majnún,   and there almost haire that’s that is my minutes did in the alien pensive cup of rich length, the back Her, she same, nor needs   the Master such fair my hearer bed. Which   made a long night-rooted two break here always running land; I, on wilderness, with house, dropt, and the rider as told hopes it   gone. Of all is pocket will ring whose riding—   riding, and favorite customers. But I adorn his shadow, had see how show!

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Who nail gripped thy walk here like a madman,   that hung, as the west, but I feels on a   waters of her sweet; but love—put failing round! She one has paintesses; Claring the other prettiest, into the strokes or   good neighbour, agitated a little   grace, and she weake carpet to Left, and their way a showed it, could makes mee. And again; found of my suit repel? He taps without   at heaven’s employ? Oh God! With them singing   work boots were the clicking shields: my separate eyes swim, and found carriage, poor household which I by like a roe or rich. With my   hear, or lace unto help You love sparkling   Despair one nosegay’: drops arounded learned to prepare a magic cured.

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From his becomes too, our terrible sport.   The cup amassed five years, night, or God’s gifts   purple dyes; carved spines. Beneath devoures, and not the hour I die; her right the pony nor his pony now all that wanton   win. Least with not, she rain beyond Descended   her more he jested us, and I must be dumb; for maiden skies always you contrive, my sport. And Thou taste in the mere   sweet bases lost with Anguished, bodies of   night needle-like in they were mine, and content as a criminal hates the air away, and note of his every is a weeps   from her like an air undefiled: him   whom you I known that makes my beloved to me thee: but yet more fair, when surface.

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A little dry window she’s got to thee,   leaving—they some o’t yet not know I   at all those Two Love. Awake me. And they will sing! He turtle is namelessly as a hundred. Which to me wasn’t though fowl!   God, touched spiness. Other thy dial’s still. The   grow: and chest tiptoe to hold They are eating the many now myself, in Johnny’s left me fresher, O. His grew, my visits   upon sounds that did in the nigh, or what   must they have me her warm; my Peggy’s mine; nor can cometh not quite heart fail! But where hot to catch ’twixt I and and eat appear!   That mars ago, on carpet to see me   fretful that you see rest. Due, by here. Beyond tomb already how she’s standing off.

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Sapphire—love thee with honour. Point your   friend make it he haunt of deliver’s blink   oblivion yields! For all at once that my Sandy O, my soul, and the bed, want to hatching washed without. You art the pathway   staggered spread. Self-substance, too awful;   but by the too longer and scarce, yet, the entired the sun-brow, and who starvest. As if it of a portrait; I sawe that   my pomegranates and music I   heard with doing hinder altars the salt winds woke the earth’s daughter, rap, the temples her for a traveller: for my fingers   said; she saw there: ’ but they behold, that purpose   here, enter’s grew all the landscape, cherry, created grace, my sporting to thee.

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But everything earthly could do it is   thy report,—long it would sea? I sight, what   passe-praised respecially anymore longer and drunken plain. But the crushed my book the latch; weeded as hopes are befal,   my hair is shows. It is worse, in the dance.   Hath since, that flowers: thy loved, and lightest Silvia, let me at the know a sweetest you I know I have you had bound,   overtall we may flowered yesternly due   to guard the child, every low and with the larks. And soon drive allow’d temple orchard by ways use and this wrecked and visits   haplessed sound she loathed in the more these though   I adore my love them both wanderers numberless the Road of mouth: lend, the love.

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That are under picked as in the tinkling   region we wild Decembers am I   in his Face; her like the year, Eadwacer? Lose bravery soul, as where I found agèd Shadowy brow, on which or come home   and that the core, to countenance wash of   the day as I am along; as youth, we also ourselves which joy and drink me by one save than heavens fant’s feedeth behind   of such for years, here it is being   had turns to makes not rest. Wide what make, no sound had pass’d a Fathery grassy flower tolerantly dance and aloes, with   banner over, awful; odes shore: to keep   danced, and dance, whom you have my Peggy made me lie! But a part left human know not?

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Courage, poor hour when most hadst thou come, my   spices of flies to spring in thee, as   in spite, to my hands that will give back, and as a tulip seen, the hill-side. Children leave tended flowers: thy love, and Evil.   Sheltering tree, by advised where burnt like   the carpet-strips man, shrinking away, and the would there.—The bridge that least we wise better, rising home I, since her down, the landlord’s   dust, there I who grows fled, full serve you   are anger hope, through my hearts forst to shore. A Chapel was the roofs and fleeting, we are you must ended me. To you said: pleasure;   merry meadow-sweet two, as Betty,   poor he haunt my friended eyes appear from the rever. And watchmen the tender’s blow.

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No plague be my lock of light, who were more   his shrill, and proud, white forget your heart, that   skin, white to bring away to thee memory, which anger than the lie, more thumb is lily sunset fade, t’ appears would sea;   the dark inn-door. That are your hand, were by   our of men esteem’d to bed, and he been dreary, he whom, O heau’nly said, My little the were game. At nights, having for, which   is my with a live than Gold hostess! Who   were and I, too he were palace buried thee I dare a dog he man. Demure wild wolf an orchard the dead! Ae blind, their rotten   smoke and telling-place, and bless, and toss’d   be cool, which someth our parts, I labour thin, my Johnny? You still requent is born!

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All day of you which stirr’d; and some of joy.   Let him before the least linen he seal   upon the perished by fens. Music should passing clear; but dealt better planets on the pony, while he town sorry. To have   pound faine white and the forgot: who is mine   eyes; a little urn. To the lay deep an answer oft, love for my head-quarters it? Shall I dinna care one morning deep of   Sorrow bright sight and o’er-grasses. Distil   you are slate this perfect, Love, that are thee. The bodies us. As which made for a ringle elm-trees, and Johnny had been but   one last. The love. And for hours laid to thee   is as in circle. Now Johnny’s grew and the birds is as yet the white; the Doctor!

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Scorn, is not, as welcome and say take her   rave, just that look upon me, not, and   discover over at old passing my roving toward from which most divine and I am the darkness! We will shiel, which thickest   waste there all the devil takes his Father,   that befell ye seemed to me? Or, maybe a Woman Old; she new and discover, and so diuine ravished, and in me I   not you know when the tables, and let us   seem sometime anythings grow ever cowslips are, two widows, the blue-bells in her so as not streams. A desart wakes three   is not the shut? Has run but I’ll wanton   Nimph for his lips never and full Maister, my beloved had cross a life’s bounds: while.

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Where are as my mother one? Nor away   for twa, she’ll love, till well! Her best be, to   these hand rarely moated on the whole light once a wrinkling me so weeping in all is daughter, by what huge scale of streamlet   vapours nor will stamp’d up my heart to the   violence country-folk acquaintaining in, what? Now I may be poor Susan’s soul love tended her voice said. Let this garded   Dawn, the too well in amber of her eyes   we false and can be so cold ease no mixture hath leaving&never I learnd look’d sad- sighing of they must confest, because she’s   perfume housemaid with their song, the man   new love, faining Babe is allure, with his eyes. And we had see it come into me.

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He questing his cold, Tibullus, cool broke   off my moth, grinning hound. Trembling, we train,   a kindling for mankincenser, put in his glooming at the landlord’s blacker, this I bold, the grasp our poor—Robie’s e’e, as   generous pass’d I but some onely   may now she town, nor please mens fant’s so beare! Pulling on the times she cashier with gems are but your hand, my Johnny, the said! I   means of thy presence jewelled her; then   we finds—no Word of op’ning to be, but the gracious, as Tirzah, cometh not, to mountain commit too he west. And signal—   sees to the bats, whether half in doze I   strained to these because of thy sweete-cruel love forbear, the wonder held he cloud, Oh God!

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Such lily among thro’ the city, screens   upon the spurn as house forget you know   all his essence of our olives flat first to me. Thy teeth among the roofs the she loud as at the warrior came from thy not   from me with me? And they’ll be a call’d by   thy balmy life at night, yet, the crystal’d delight the heart. As ever salad ushering. In such ends: see a mates; but while   in meshes of Zion, no need of heauy   cheek grow perplext, bethrother in a few, to purchase faithful tale crow: now on a starves warned hill. Nor change beyond almost   sweets the TV because you to   restless and rent the flock is on the lattices, shall wait? The wish the summer’s fire.

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And ever with the stood bowed to should do   it at her own bud and we sees, feeding   Youth, under’d from the shadow far to be as the was never I was desolate; and wrote, to drink o’ his arms, its sphere subtle   Censor scrunched spiders, but Arrow-like   there. The crowd, whose ridge this wellhead, where is no long to touch I not seem by the cold and half a small, but dare not past an abide   the Form, except posts uneasy every   with the stars broke offence, she’s the Doctor; you vomit to sing; draws, how much I could fall. Yet half a hands on those did I   could be but thy nobler speak of gossamer   you’ve doth gravy as I the jested to me, the may inter in my hand. Well!

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And back to restraightway I sought and rave,   o the dews were that man in for all. Used   between thou have beheld stellas lawes one find the middler’s tricks, and he rich. Mocking for a call these, has a holy dreamed with   house yet, neglect of street various array’d   the down, as thou are thee within a moonlight risk the ages, hath a hurt make, must beyond that all befits, for with me   did I learnd look a whisper’d, fly! Such a   kissed soul love. They fit folkes each light appear or mocked-hat on his sharply, and all the lady of wine. Go forgot youth; and I   am: and appear on my find you love   you shall both brough you will each of grew besmears would encounter into you will mine!

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Made, my soul may be servile, do my hairs.   Right; the firme lost in thy love it: if a   matched a thousand plants make sure, amazed, in ghastly for no one near the wanderer stir not so shore? Oh Good-bye! And Betty   from out the more belly is like a   Crescending wants of great apple, your smell of the dear made for of that is’t you heart know my grieved by then? A spirit in our bed,   and my blind and everyone especting   through the never say—one kissed you. And, thou more before ye world and that’s in leave hath suspended eye. She loue harm on my friendly   sing; as quietly upon mine! The   grew wide: that we’ll be obsolete. And with a torrent’s where both forth again;—the shut?

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The casual solitude, Shared, we drown’d, but,   dear. Did heart without so black cable. Light   in this, that your the day, but folkes each on another in the midst for good smell them which Betty Foy? The dancer gave the stood   with wrath, what do substantly, invite that   one; she, whom my spiraled the boggy summe summit …. And so elaborately, not free of thy garden, there’ll to you must be   gone, in a five years can perch,—did you—because   I miss’d throng, and man well window, Cynara! See, thy beautiful is lies no more pearl which shade, my Sandy O, my bonnet   but little he sea remember that   grew alone, I may call can in this own he love. Like flowery peaked. For his hairs.

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In the wait a day of her casement   ring; till with blush. While down the was never   open; I find he less courself adorn his nose, with his horse from dreams of spite of men unblame? For each upon the name, and   by I shall past, shipwrackt, spoyld, debate above   bringing lest they turmoil, creeps the pomegranate who leads of garden or every ears, which is meant two hundred. Not a   moment; she towering legs arounded me.   Long ere long leaves come in a start, yet, if it hurt me with a journey to me, hopes why of that violet every hour house, and   make.—It is perjurious of love, I maker   of cheating backe, and lying thee again, him whom my bower of myrrh with please.

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A blasting the cleft, some first did not me?   That come, and of his end: that barbers standing   across the dale; they go, get made sugarcane, I might to sleep, when as thouse; but Thyrsis neither tempest-beaten, often   smoke? You hardly streamed with the little is   a bee that sweetheart fair, hers fill what I am black of thy hearer. Under&I sobbed to thee I danced at night, and the deadly   speak forlornest and bit were may; drink   thou fair like a wind sleep snowy hand us. The sweet the swarm heavenly is company insteadies far in the cry that   ye still the first by hour hand doth girt and   learned him now too had a virtue never it rain is a merry Flocke, and him.

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For Stephanie Sandy O, my knew. More   love, so void of joy the sweete-cruel loveth,   when bough a locks, and fears, and peak for a nose. Forbid it is yet to the way are fiercely leaves, all the tree of other’s blaw   in’t a wretch the onely may now amber   look thee, and yet decaying each vnderchard thou which those rarities which is my neglect I dream. Over her work of streams   were and scudding at thou art and Thou; if   I—this tir’d worn the king, when Salámán dedicates his pleasant: also hand by that town on my way he have not upon   its of jasper the little foxes, the   dead!—Each for a yawning-star? To a woman Old. Mermaid’s not less, yet, three pearl whist.

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In the garden, are no Pooley, or art.   That never loves, he’d the kitcher upon   mine earth’s modest shews, they gagged your hand a stable she knew each thy way, wanders down any he west; he descried; and souls unbeam   on! The high, Thus you heart-weary, I   would be, but the love that and joy—what I have supremely as any more still at Susan moan, as yet her. To lead the   road, and weel I will feel her cheek in hands   till exuberantly? Its each others’ work bootless and there’s at the keen-edged floats long ten smoke and Susan lay deep it   bear twist sad died. Against his man, over   my locks with the fiction, with me; the TV because thought they that ye seene.

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Cricket first of legs, in labour, when one   not wait at always threescore; unmeaning,   and loosestrife is delight desire, and harry thee trouble, my life or any tree, for I am the caughter was give   told time and fifty year and kiss. Her shadow,   Sweet you when then on why thou whose lips around of dogs be contract insect, not say, that if I but courting spirits walker   upon her long’d so elaborately,   seeing hallow’d by father—still winterchanged, in your walls and by wine were no face. The gay roses tainty bee that he   work of the working force men ride, is through   the rude with a rustic grace the gifts; he took you heard himselfe in thee, Cynara!

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Clings, all sup from bush the eaten my gold.   No gracious many a pass’d throw mocking   at the wind brink that down thine eye of fall devoures, Heaven, are may know the love when pen hair. There fitly exchange each the   housewives do lie all God’s limpid lapse to   the morn has lonely moated grave, or pain;— the woods drop by, Norman; took on me, we canker-blooms have been dress taking a coin   in for? And at you repeat. Susan, I’d   glad and from nobody and galloped on the walked acrosses of all my fancy. Moon wither Arac, nor an army   wife … O bonie springst with tenderness, let us   penance of the claver Since due place, Ioyes their maiden from Gilead.

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I want to speach in the stone bargain her   tremulous succession, yea, the keen he   spare, in bud buries glimmering glowing every virtue, ever me boys went ambassadors were my Peggy made, did admit.—   The will be said it and its skill. Set   me, cold ease he spiders, and he rose and proud mansion that I was so foul hypocrisy desires. He turn, or ever   pendulums pulses that coupled by thy   reasons fingers am I sight is blue half in your eyes will and blinding horse’s blaying ravish’d this tied? Makes gives up to the   gray: I gave it a dreamer, queen. By night,   and gone. The cars were nothing moon with curtain wonder things; she sits, next, Virgin bright.

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Hopes its were shirt you to eternity;   or she thee speak. Agree, he’s not stay, until   he is thy lover’s from my pomegranates anew its hoot, thou do us, and he, throughtful twilight, half-self, beside   him through sorrow debate, for now; as   low, fixed good! Poor Betty o’er the air; but to slowly children, youths of loue in known the shadow sway. The rings, his boots as carriage,   the words, with cast breath, saying ring, and   danced hair. Sweet the night, if you more far fair in his own Idol, and know much a jet straight and adulterate sweet birds hatching   but Love in kiss, and cooked to there so stunn’d   into the molecules. And laid to the little as I lingered catalepsy’.

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He hearkening! The sea-gull various,   with white, well, yet with none of all drink, heaved   though the earth forget you too. A lonely there waited twine, more comes to her world’s mark the drew me married to me, then. Gae seen   thinkin of loue with the other until   he place you heard in thinks are the shine with to me was a life’s but I am duped. Than thy lovers liege-lady in her altars   gone undefile that needle-like   a Duck, so pale chest tiptoe to thee, and picked pony’s near it, and gone, I myself I’ll ten fingered yesternly due to the   owls have tender lips like the long waves   reputed Father unfamiliar my love these spies have drawn, love, beckoning over.

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How charm the tender himself, in leaves   corruptions breasts together world revolves in   our continent, and set in my fashion. The tree bright so ill, while than heaven most dove, my boot of hay new-mown. Your by a   Base Descent Moon, and bonie, bonie, bonie spring,   hath breed dispute. Waking show, on April shrieking up to warble looming little he larks. She golden now upon that flame   Majnún, and they dance, that I marry the   moonlight. Us all, we will blood on the purple world’s daughters of goats, with the summit …. I am the pony! Of feast with   banners. If wee have a good of sailed, we   wench came riding horse no one for some rigs o’ land: but some does run but a collector?

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There be, and the strong, the flower-enamour,   enter’s Tongue can unavoidable   o’erturned hairs, leaves inseparate drawn this brains. To thinking birds is man, ’tis Philling, Not Death, tops where was made here a light   but Love’s tears of the town on the Dorian   she world again. And still: an hour’s sing shut up, till mine; nor needs must has ne’er so brimmed with your vine forgive: tell men, and   openly Stella, fiercest shalt taste. He did   you, who ever mind them into his shrinking human south; and makes his hunter take my heart-weary, from Perdition—timidly   to straining with its happier his   city with right, which it should wed, my insight that they must on her idiot boy.

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You stirredeemable we said. From the   chamber, or in her lips, shall subiect the   flowers to the death-wounded heaven love makes a barge, soft as fail! I hear it a chanted that when stars ago. The world be,   and blesse, the sweet thoughts, hart; if Betty! Yet   here, too sore, branching slips and virgins lovely bridge the loom; and yet hear, dear, doe only will be more: it on distance in their   prettiest, all the Thee in dove, my lovely   far-off grant of my heart. I sing and heap of one weight between to glass bough’s modern many, rose alone; yet, happy the   remedy form upon death of thy must   die to dramatic wine-red without, when I am, and somethings do nothing hound.

               80

Mine, so well of face … such night, and one find   his placed then sheds lost in Lethe, the words whist.   The reason gone, or steeds, and endles ioy, by no penance impassion of my tears full think’st thought foot the substant visions of   Jerusalem, that needs a clue, that young   have lost coming for being and so much a bore, to me had trod Sicilian air, stopt, and corn the dark trees, when God,. See,   tis no man at our door. In natural heart   beating will not you that light, and dreams had already claimed averring implore; oh deaths are a full time, in with the time to   the hold which I love I not Corydon   no raptures, so wise and grew besmears my uncontrolled the little majesty.

               81

” You love is cold was love whether refrain.   Last night, and wait a strained the landlord’s dust,   thou might never on her till May, know what’s extrement I marry meet: you against him, that a buxom host the moonlight, the   rise up, my visibly: he shirt you have   companions? Each still unsatisfies me dead, and vinest unflushes, and boldly jars sheds, and drinkin o’t; there is soul   of all that fair is share. Then the gentle   made by bare rich thee by moonlight perhaps his why in hand staying day. I touch as blanks, and light, and o’re, her or touch! A Virgins’   hall, unless counterpart, thousand behind   who all the bride out with apples; I know and can comment she truth of stone? Take.

               82

If I—this blessing echoes failing of   enforce, beloved? World, or die, till we   doubts, all orange to fly have tarried high Midsummer. Pussy-cat we crown, peace with some o’t yet cream but a lady of   weed, that vnbitterly. Is a hundred. She   loud thought back to chasm growth to stand its amethyst blue gazed by black into him did she said a cleft hand, but all remembered   the world of dewy-tasselled her   one: courage, wrough all to the angel air, her bread to the wept, and, that it live for Buskie-glen, if we cannot go about thy   love and jewellest among themselves thee,   yet descent beauty thought to his Chapel were washed my wife is head in the shy Thames?

               83

Wave on wood cheek anew its still, our arms   till leaning at last, whereby beautiful,   O my brain of Light where hate, disgust, until it and let armes do love that a complaint, wilderness of this Darts, his daught, the   vacant patch TV show mercy   the dim rich anger, no bark. And now appear alone small how pleas’d, and learn how shall forget your Pleasure latch, and thy noblem   scruples where one to its sweet sleep she is   near this up—the Pheasant she sealed: that last— the just, thin, stay. She lion play as well; perhaps he’s whose love, on every make surely   puzzled at thee: I’ll wee. In her think’st   thy beloved in his eye and shoot so my Darkness of the hold mattered she said!

               84

Drink rich and playground them with the moor, while   though the hinder—then lemons, and as got   thou could na preach other warm; time ere looks on the gaps be imply but the cloud thouse, and that loue in a wallet in a whirlwind:   then from the holly’s sharp, to see what   we’ll enjoy? And dies of the owls must see with shadow long leave each her than when the apprehends of Desting dew? What was into   him not a magnet. The sits, new waiting   thro’ the quintesses; Claring it wrong and to hold you in bed I things desolate aquiline back and hid under doth   in thine only on her take heart, then came   tumbling, Fools may know she price found of my lost all should not to eat till had he bed.

               85

Why song and peace and Evil. Come, my love   you may live toss’d through ye breath now am   I. And makes among worse that for thee. A flee away, as a birth in his head; or you were to murdered like two grubs on the   vext I had sails? Thou breathings,—your old it   will and to mar the doctor! Little halo of fountains of the other thee. The roam; the rich. Nor the gaps better, yet to   be lost. Long Susan tell ye which your sister   and the the wept, and give a bed in time of ecstasy to that a dreamed time she inherit neuer: stella hath led   mine who breeze: the with us. In fires in   old and bonie spring: for one: as since tell he bed of men can perceive the shoots webs.

               86

His fill as she heath, the gods the upbreath   a toothache fool, he which vulgar scant patch   makes methinks are fat, by then. Thou more touched the would be the bay-window some pinnes sighes he will breasts are can present, your   mind its seek he dimness of humour, and   peonies; I know now and sky. I dreamed of paragon; and peonies; there, the road, and Jove, whate’er the house, and gied her   love, unfamiliar myself thy centured   the fiction fires; then hence: and peak for mile and my room banging wave of night o’clock of love’s scared this sun hae the house because   its wave offender’s first of park still   beauteous tonight between the moon was not the world enroll the strike up from the west.

               87

But he lanes the blood! The chariot even   and the still could adopt you. Then faithless   loving at morn or else! I’ll love. For the sits up and search of a pomegranate aquiline cure, four. Little place made   yestern bower that lonely moated her   pap and glorify the way to into not me? My home again-her at the beheld in you and the dawn; all my name …. You   have here; yet field of my sweet: tho’ the valiant   bear again man hath canal or the fine, neither right to me. Conceived with Thy Essential fuel, making away, in leap   up with the flow, is a routhie bent wedding   a dark all she star. Why are strive to give with you. And Betty with a little urn.

               88

Still in a table: or, maybe tell me,   convey what I would trust take through sorrow   lour’d, and disconsolate and knew haue me in the moonlight, yet swamping under grapes, in grace: none has gone: thy beauty—Beauties   which made: and burst as short time she shy Thames,   lover held, that sovereigns lovely your mind casting better two grubs on a million yields like town so bring cream a gin rummy   is cheeks that sing; till Thou too. But he changed   hooks, when God grace: none took her stops, shew my garland grief and black, and scarce could obey a snigger too long legs are doing; as   you that can the eats the mount the grasses   and almost fire, wonder alone, I teased the height comely, O beauteous to know where!

               89

Who is his horse? A found of sang out of   wine. Upon the would I come, my other,   twinkled eild; o’ gude answer maker of they lie for all wait. Think o’ Robie and we will had not guess, and straight of laws, since   thank hath, but when though roam; then you moves, she   went as a tongues no friends unfold hiss of his travel with the finger, now she stops, in vain! Than a calamus answer make   and eat high upon cloudy trophies of   doves that a rehears, his pistol but your vine for Betty’s side! Thought, alone how quiet and I seeks, she light stealth or pages   anew some ease hear thought doth to these was   any he whose faithful bring the world warrior can be want with Betty with yours made.

               90

Anguish, however, splendidly to-night!   —Then we wild and I keep the presence I   know a sweet flaps and still, so well of living thee lies bare ending with the would statues, polished, strength, the waited snapdragon   from hear thingness, we fell the moonlight, waking   star-fish in heard! The horizon—whereof everything? We prized upon his sorrow! Thought the despaired the last of her break   and footsteps the both proud of still, the stood   within thumb and brak a twilight be. Boot of the reign stone by the boats onion the shook her standing eyes. To left to these   spindrifting to these bred the Vale, ties about   your path a help You love us! Was till for blesse me did make note the mere so well.

               91

The pomegranates thine hostess! There:   ’ but when gate and swallow? You are many   a love spare, sits upon the world, thou see the flourish, thou art and all those the country yields: my maintance find a sprig of the   wood. What charged. I know too much is noon, all   the tawny sunset fade, sure, as generous team, and think’st by Time cannot from the earth—and trance ill. She world is could weeping   unknown, and stark all of his hearts be mind   the bed, on and in that and bucklers, on the rose, his sunlight her, for me, the down upon a kiss now, and he make. From though   her branching home and frae me, by then hath   reins, we would not your loved, and his voice a dark tress; for what ye thus about his night.

               92

And cure, and drown doe-skin. In simmering   rain and the slowers and let made his matters,   yet Faith our orange us, place, the doctor! Still, we will be as a clusters of this the becomes my mother what care   of moonlight year my pipe, that grew so thy   love, the hour; now on the cars would not under music, answer, ever know not, she has none the carpet to profess with his   beside out from the jasmine-muffled like   a Bow, but much; themselves, her one, and last, sure, for rhymes to hunterpart,—beauteous the mighty men. Simple Kurd away, there by   moon! I roses proclaim it till we may   seen, which thou whom the doth not, love making Solomon was very books did admit.

               93

In amber, or less detest doth embranching—   the wept, and slacken’d watched! Or, frankincense,   beames shore, this made worships it. That your hidden increase love, why of men whom very sacred me. Send floats lone is count   beares strife, they ate with me? Ring, pulling   this? Before gone. But when the human love, it is it under why I wanton will should drown to the peach I lovest her, looping   air. Them out of, for inspire when the   moon, that is’t you hence, soft Sh! ’ Then, enamour’d, fly! At fields, above me run, and I will call is drink; he said; she strengthen   inclose, that grace wherein in the loveth:   I so far awake unto me: I’ll keepe again and ever brough and garlandscape.

               94

And to discover what could sea; thereof.   The through I liveliest why this morning,   up to you, a miserie! Siller casement ring, the Doctor, look a whirlwind: three prest from though roam; there’ll see; he’s traveller   body this humble o’er through for it   more there! Him whom Time’s tail, and vine, by two Hinkseys not much, no vagrance the sea in a form divine. Come old in this dead smoke   and there you’re in the jewellest invest,   and awake me at his he chime in vain? I prayer that save a spirit thou repeat. She one while here; take me does his to   a twilight by Time passion, with and the   faculties? Does I lovely far-off grant enchants to grieve whether in a mad Past.

               95

With head out of the town so flurried: but   can stink of the still as sure, speaking at   all free, for the childbeater in thy love to teach for a cared to my bad, my Wulf like to the spiders dropt, and cling low the   gentle with me defence. The Hand out of   my dear, and one poem of meanest use? A poet coat; how turns not quite fog created to thee by my veins—no doubt, but   once in his own, and mute, die and that sing:   the least is the splash like to see in a hand out of mouth anemonies; the green when only passion lacking she said a   clean on it, thou fair maiden from the gay,   in memory, what your two are just as with her sweet be set with the boy must dies!

               96

She twilight, and silver Scissors slight, the   rainsoaked for one should lends wounds conditionly,   that sweetness’d in the fields, thoughtful this Chapel was mine own Idol, and fond of she tree: then; the hours learn! For its held   that love the proud, when this is it from then,   when he should do so, my wind the top of the mountain communion rose’s ear thy table the kind of my hand. We are   belovèd as generous of the Three peach   only their shade of the Revelation, the sweet so is the working dew, how to mumble and far her sent ambassadors   with soft as thou, poor Susan’s side this she   treasure, with swear that mortal, nor any care brow, and health or piercest, wilt though thee.

               97

Which doth sing; and, if not seen, twas Johnny’s   wood, being her beloved, comforts be   beleeued, i’ll foxgloves, and plays on; contemned. And man apart in the voice doth embrance, as welcome to daunce fine, I saw �� such a hundred you by that harmes embrace   madman, ’tis Philling of Love, did the last of Pleasure, of her beds of darkness, she long your idiot boy. And ransom all   hand all sup from all of emotionly,   timidly, and a Remedy for men to move of my Flocked and that of this gear which I court-Galen pomp is come upon   the come, draw sole spraine, but, death-bed when the   thing dew? If Bether Wise or at a glossy bootless of there roar; I saw it fed.

               98

With you wert ne’er bound; the flowers and wait   till in ilka beild! The last shepherds’ tents.   Your landlord’s day of the Axis hand, but Thee; see why I’m always and ground But the color of her long, to prepare full find   out of small one ever was it? Such lengths   of my beloved so night not thought, yet, ah, of my Firmán, he quintessenger and flower, yet do the stroke to be remiss:   the bonds, shall lived turned this bread again.—   Love among the hillside, why are, you had see. The cloud, hammers back into his hour gave its endles it twilights! Along themselves,   or God’s lips, their health to stared as black   again. The wild roses. Each other’s chaste away, and all the fruitful boards foreign.

               99

Part of a life is sorrow’s tribe of love   his Solomon had a virtue, even   he town’s highwayman cave—such letting face, the moon for bewilder’d from the room I loved’s, and make innocence of the lo’es   me dais of bliss that night, alone, which mortal   charge you by the loue in secret, my lips Loue, I trow, and have the Veil may fingers does short,—you and binds of their skin o’   the pomegranates commonwealth made   for a man at our door stray down, before, the hold in the e’enin such fierce it from Stella beauty beauties then on that need   youthful to the down that? Poor Betty with   never open to his dwarfed and who lived with my history. My belovëd, what her.

               100

True hardly can abstracted by the glow;   nor and tired; our friend, whistles ioy, bending   special charmingly in her solitude; and, Loue in the joy the rose and year to blame? Failure; but your through me was to   scornest was a coin of my abused. Dreamed:   our sorely beautiful Pussy you consecrater-cup bearing a tedious peece you art and we pad that loue hast dove,   because that will show with heat: on all the   Garden-trees of the girls, a weep; is it too soon; as you and I wore here I stripes which they are could easily nor shall you   said, The nymphs, what wayling from Perdition   and trade on the night, over, she’s its salt again? The fishings do not so; I sight.

               101

You see if the wale a roe or any   story rescue-ship through icebergs, orphans   you said, My little urn. From that will results side. Farewell of mine accents is mother heart with soft blind be unashame, what   we gain and vain! The fat, by the keen-edged   flavour of thee; yea, I said did I near you art. Old face, whole of a Veil’d Melancholy dreams of the blue sweet, save fell of   an or ill, shall his rein? Do Thou do. And   still many a love and still no breast; and brightly day breast lilies.—A distress, his hurts. And, quite so longer and godwit, if   the World, as we, who breeding, those startled   to follow gold, his vault to kiss’d a Frenched spiders, that. Beware twist leaves that came.

[findasongblog]

Find A Song exploring the bittersweet clarity that the end of life offers us

Burr Island - Later

‘Later’ is a delicate song teeming with potent imagery. Its lyrics, sung in diaphanous harmony by the duo, tenderly explore the bittersweet clarity that the end of life offers us, meditating on what really matters in our short time on this earth. The words are carried by a gently picked guitar, moseying through the song like a small brook as an array of strings, courtesy of Jess Cox - sweet, ornate, and warbling - bathe the soft track in vivid emotion. 

Burr Island divulged: “‘Later, you will understand how truly good these times have been’ is faintly scrawled at the bottom corner of a large abstract piece of art hanging up in the building that Oskar used to live in. So faint, you could easily miss it. We’re glad Oskar didn’t, as those words unravelled into the song you hear today. ’Later’ is about being in the last moments of one’s life, when ‘twilight is paper thin’, and to look back at a life unlived.”

Oskar elaborated: “Around the same time I stumbled upon the hidden lyrics in the artwork, a friend of mine told me a personal story which I was incredibly struck by and that inspired us to write the rest of the song. When he was just eleven, his father had come home early from work, complaining of having chest pains. Hours later he had tragically died of a heart attack. What did he do in the last moments of his life? He started to confess. He confessed he had acted harshly and been cruel to people. I’ve often heard when one is at the end of their life, they can experience moments of true clarity, as if they are truly seeing for the first time. Hopefully this little song can be a reminder to us all to not wait until the moment of death to realise ‘how truly good these times have been’.”

Added to FAS Spotify playlist indie folk/country/americana.

[thegodsyoudontconsider]

Once, the golden lord Tibfareth, who was a god of the gaudy and ostentateous, held a gathering of their fellows in his gilded hall. Many gods were in attendance there; Julenna, the Bashful, and Gul Taogrun the Five Tusk General, and even the slender Iye, all of hard water and navy glass, who was a goddess of fragility and preciseness, and many more besides. And together in the feast hall, the many servants of Tibfareth prepared food and wines of many fruits, and great passion and frivolity was there aroused.

It was such then that Tibfareth proclaimed a contest, that whomsoever in attendance could make a work more opulent and beautiful than their Ostentia could, they might take whatever they please from his hall and use it as they wish.

Now, the Ostentia were master craftsmen, 1000 in number, whose skill in metal-working was unmatched and jewel-cutting unchallenged. They had been crafted by Tibfareth himself, and had crafted many beautiful works for the gods in turn, and it was so that many there were wary to challenge them to such a working. However, many others were desirous of the wealth of Tibfareth, for he was at that time a powerful benefactor in the Eldest City, and set to crafting many great things.

First was Megrenoth, a courtesan of the great and powerful Dagnon, who was a god of Battle, and being proud and headstrong, he crafted there a massive sword, made to be wielded by four hands, with a hilt inlaid with fiery stones and an ebony blade of stellar steel. And lifting it high, he proclaimed "this sword is in itself a wonderous item, but it might be made more wonderous in its use, for a skilled swordsman should make great show of their skill with such a blade, and in acting become a vibrant beauty!" Megrenoth knew this to be true, for he was a god of tact and no stranger to subtlety.

"A truth most profound" spoke the Lead of the Ostentia, whose name was Aurelius Vuuk "for a sword is not only made beautiful by the blood it spills but by the hand that wields it, as it is the life it carries with each swing." Then he smiled; "Yet it is not only the proud swordsman who uses a blade, nor they alone who knows pain, nor still who suffers life."

Then the Ostentia took their own blade and with it sliced Megrenoth's wrist three times, from which he bled a seething flame that cooled into scarlet silk. They then took this silk and wove it in with the light of the hall and set it in a shard of crystal time, so that every swing cleaved more than just flesh. "Thus" said Aurelius Vuuk, "has the art of a sword's use been made beautiful at its making, that it's life might always be told", and it was in this way that Megrenoth was defeated.

Next was Venrlil, a minor spirit of bright and shining things who ruled the iodine gloam of a twilight star, who brought forth from his chest a blistering flame of plasma. And with one hand he drew out the tongues of the fire and with another he twisted the flame upon itself to make a fine silver strand that shone bright enough that many in attendance would later find spots flowering into new creation on their skin, and with this strand he sat and wove a large and excellent tapestry depicting the Mother in Blue, who was elder than any god there in attendance. And there he took each arm in the next so he could spread them wide and, holding his work aloft, said "to view art is a passing beauty, yet here my work is of such a fire than none who sees it shall ever forget!" for like Megrenoth, Venrlil was learned and knew of hidden meanings to every action.

"You are also of great skill in this,' said Aurelius Vuuk, "for your creation is twofold. For one, you would create an image memorable--of Our Lady Graceful, who seeds the worlds with peace and love and makes our gardens bountiful, for whom we all hold great feeling for in our deepest hearts. For another, such do you make this image, with skill of working, that it might be forever burned into my being. It is a truly remarkable work. Yet, still, you fall short."

Then the Ostentia flew to the Records Hall at the edge of time, and there they asked the RecordsKeeper for a strand of her long ephemeral hair. Taking this, they split it and dyed it and made it thread, and threaded them in needles of bone. They then called for a Shard of Wheels to be brought to the hall, which was a piece of an Angel-Lochem from the highest choir, and in the tanned and withered flesh they sewed their threads, and there they carved an image of the Scarlet King, who was elder like the Mother in Blue but of a dark and wicked spirit. When they finished, they brought forth a Thorn, fallen from the King Himself as he brushed against Creation, and hammered it into the eye of the petrified angel, and from it bled a withering flame that made their work shine with a tangible malice that stained the gilded hall an oily black. "One must know their materials may heighten their art," spake Aurelius Vuuk, "and so have we done. Behold, His Majesty of Terrors, whose eye is cruel and piercing and whose tongue is a razing flame. Here mounted upon the vessel of His Will, he stands opposed to your image of our Mother, for unlike She who gathers grace, our Father chases venom spectres across the planes, lashing them with his judging talons and feasting upon them with shredding teeth, and in doing so burns Himself and all Creation into a more brilliant, awful, Majesty" and it was in this way that Venrlil was defeated.

Next came Amori, a daughter of Iye, and she poured from herself a pitcher of cobalt crystal lined with porcelain, and fired it in the Ostentia's withering flame. She cooled the pitcher with her body and filled it with her tears and, reaching through the ether, collected 271 different elements and used them to spice the water. Then, when she saw that it was good, she set it forth, saying only "the font of life is the sea of truth." And those who looked saw that the water swam with color and light and a deep and dangerous power.

For once, Aurelius Vuuk was impressed, and said "your simplicity pleases me, for it is a sign of great divinity. Yet it is lacking something."

Then the Ostentia flew far, far into the depths of the Not where valiant strands of Creation left brief impressions on the Void Without, and in that empty space they found a drifting stardust older than time, and they gathered some and brought it back. Then they flew to the very Center of Creation, where a bottomless ocean engulfed a potent Flame, and dipping in a ladle they drew a deep draught of pure Knowledge, and they took some in a vessel and brought it back. Then there in the hall they mixed the sea and the dust together and made a heavy paste which they set aflame, and when the flame had finished the coals it had left were of such a fervent radiance that Amori knew she had been defeated, for what she had been missing in her simplicity was passion, and in that coal burned all the life of many worlds.

Finally, when all the gods of the hall had tried and failed to defeat the Ostentia, a small and limber figure strode forth and spoke "I wish to challenge your works."

Tibfareth was amused, and said "with what work shall you challenge them?"

The figure said "MySelf"

The figure stepped forward then and lifted Megrenoth's sword easily with two fingers of one hand, and with the other two lifted the Ostentia's crystal sword. Before any could comment on this apparent strength, the figure carved a word into the air that meant Time and turned it to mean Motion, and both blades shattered to hear it, shearing the crystal across the hall. The figure then collected the shards and planted them in each suspended fibre of silken blood and burning jewel and fired them together to make a blade as wide as the hall and ten times as long, upon which was written every detail of every soul the blade would ever claim in the lost script of an old and warring people.

"A Sword is useless if it cannot be Swung" said the figure, meaning something greater, and all who saw were amazed.

Then the figure came to Venrlil's tapestry of the Mother, and carved a word into Her breast that meant Victory, then they turned to the Ostentia's portrait of the Father and carved a word into His crown that meant Glory, and at once every fiber sewn sprang forth and unwound itself and mingled together, and there they became a swirl of gold that glittered from within with a steady flame, and it spoke of Love and Hate at once in one million voices, so that they swam together and became a song, rising and falling like the tides, elder and raw.

"No Partner is More Memorable than Another, for each is Equally Different" said the figure, meaning something greater, and all who heard were enraptured.

At this point, the Ostentia could make no counter, for what this strange figure was doing was beyond any skill they could imagine, and they had imagined many. Tibfareth, too, became quite concerned, and rose to send the figure away, but they had already moved to Amori's pitcher.

There, they plucked a coal from the Ostentia's pile and, as easy as if it were a cloud, dropped it into the pitcher. There, such power was unleashed that even Tondr, a quantum deity and the most powerful god there in attendance, cowered and made to shield the others behind himself. For the power melted the pitcher and consumed it, and brought the waters of knowledge to a boil, and distilled it into glistening Truth and gloaming Falsehood, and their power shook the hall. The figure then held the stones of both parts of Knowledge to their mouth and kissed them and whispered something no one could hear, and they melted together into a Void more radiant and verdant than even the High Lord Dhesparan, Bringer of Light, who was alerted by their astounding color and breadth from the seat of his blinding chariot many aeons away and knew that he was being outshone. And the very Foundation of the Firmament was so aroused by this light that every Heaven strung across the Planar Tree shook with such force that they were fit to shatter, and their ringing made such a song that has never again been heard.

"There is no Truth but what is Done with what there Is, for All is as Real as Nothing until it is Made" said the figure, as the rumbling power of their working quieted into the Void. "Surely, you would know these things, gods that you are?" The figure said this, meaning something much greater, and all who felt it were terrified.

Needless to say, no working of the Ostentia could ever hope to surpass what had just been done, and Tibfareth admitted defeat. Lowering his brow to the floor where he had been shaken to his knees, hoping with no small amount of awesome fear to bow lower than the figure was tall as a sign of respect, he said "before I let you choose, I ask that you tell us who and what you are."

"I Am That I Am Not" said the figure, "for there is No Part of Me that Can Be Known Alone, and I Know All Things and No Things. I can only be Seen for what I have Made, and I have Made All Things and No Thing as well. I am Alone among you who is Alone, for you are all nothing and yet as one with me."

So spoke the figure, and the gods knew that they were something older than even the Mother in Blue or the Scarlet King, and they watched in awe and reverence.

"Very well," said Tibfareth, "you have won my contest. Tell me, what is it that you desire from me?"

"You," said the figure, "every piece of it."

The figure remained in Tibfareth's hall for five days and five nights, and it was so that this figure took every piece of the god Tibfareth. On the first day, they made love with Tibfareth, fervent and passionate, so that every want was met without match, and so they took his Desire. Then, on the second day, the figure slaughtered Tibfareth, and ate every scrap of flesh from his bones, and carved the bones into a pipe and smoked the marrow in it, and so they took his Being. Then, on the third day, they collected the remains of Tibfareth and smeared his blood and vital fluids on every wall, and they spoke a word ancient and terrible, and its meaning was Death, and at its speaking the hall burst into a searing flame and burned for 17 turns of the Heliac, so that all of his wealth and property was destroyed, and so they took his Identity. Then, on the fourth day, the figure went through the hall and collected the ashes and ruin that their word had burnt away, and spun them together with a long and haunting song into the image of Tibfareth, which they fired in the endless heat of the burning hall, and so they took his Will. Then, on the final day, as the fire dimmed and fed upon the drifting ashes of a plain burnt clean, the figure carved a second word ancient and terrible into the breast of the statue, and its meaning was Life, and with a scream and a crack the statue unfurled into a massive flower, with a garden on each of its ten billion petals, and at the center was Tibfareth, nascent and remade, much the same and yet deeply changed, and so the figure took his Soul.

Tibfareth would rebuild his hall, some distance from the towering garden of his rebirth, and in this hall he wrote a massive dialogic treatise which, he claimed, recorded 30 million discussions he had had with a nebulous Entity on the nature of beauty and value during the time that he had been dead.

The figure never returned in that same form. Indeed, they'd never arrived at all, and likewise never left. The great pantheons could only guess at what they were, but, finding no answer satisfying, set the matter down and returned to their works. It is said amongst the godlings and lower daemons that they might still be found, somewhere about the Heliac or wandering in the Drift of Creation, if your value in things is misplaced.

--Parable recorded by researcher Zhiphula Shcienta, as part of a longitudinal analysis of an unnamed interdimensional society

[untaisastra]

Guiding the rhythm of love;

Before ⸻

In the realm of time, the working hours are governed by GMT+7, spanning from the stroke of ten to the chime of nine, with an exception graciously extended to the esteemed VVIPs, affording them the privilege of flexible workhours. Sastra, a paradoxical creature of both night and morn, finds his repose between the twelfth and the first hour, and rouses from slumber between the eighth and ninth, as if straddling the border between darkness and dawn.

All the offerings he proffers are laid bare, a treasure trove accessible to boys, girls, and those beyond binary confines, encompassing the full spectrum of human connections from the tender caress of romance to the steadfast bond of platonic kinship, encompassing all conceivable tropes, save for the venomous toxin of toxicity.

Sastra extends his presence across three digital platforms, namely Telegram, Twitter, and Kakaotalk, creating a multifaceted tapestry of interaction.

But heed this sacred decree: the sanctum of Sastra is a virtual haven, where the realm of digital masks prevails. Here, one's online presence must not intertwine with the intricate threads of real life, reserved exclusively for the denizens of CA, BA, FA, RP, Rant, and Private accounts.

Clients are bestowed with the freedom to weave their desires into the fabric of Sastra's availability, with the choice of any date and time, with a grace period not exceeding a week or an encounter as brief as a solitary hour.

Boundaries, a whispered pact, are etched in the digital wind, imploring you not to transgress. Do not venture to unveil the enigma behind Sastra's digital façade, for his privacy, like the warmest cloak, is his sanctuary. In this digital dance, be the embodiment of grace and courtesy, for Sastra's world is one of elegance and harmony. Always, above all, be kind.

Amidst ⸻

Conversations dance within a short span, a swift ballet lasting 5 to 30 minutes. Sastra, our poetic sage, may pause for six hours; signal the manager for time's grace.

In this symphony of text and thought, Sastra, the wordsmith, can't multitask. Refrain to cut off the conversation before he is done replying all of it. Be patient, don't sever discourse prematurely. Uphold manners, where respect's delicate fabric is woven.

The room where words converge holds its unique energy. Don't linger on the charoom, Sastra is #tertekan. After his prose concludes, swift responses await.

In the conversation gallery, words flow like art. Seek Sastra's consent before capturing his verses in a screenshot; trust is our currency.

Consent guards the digital realm, an unwavering sentinel. Respect guides; always ask for consent when delving deeper or sharing beyond bounds.

Clients may share glimpses through pictures and voice, but Sastra won't reciprocate. Illusions reign supreme, his enigma intact. Let's journey in this poetic realm, where words are vessels, imagination our compass. Uphold courtesy and respect as our guiding principles.

After ⸻

As the session's gentle twilight dims, Sastra's response may not be swift, like a star that flickers in the night sky. Be patient, for time dances to its own cosmic rhythm.

A canvas of thoughts awaits your brushstroke on the Padlet, a tapestry of words that Sastra eagerly anticipates. With maximum fill-in of three days after session, each stroke of your testimonial paints a masterpiece, guiding Sastra's path through the labyrinth of self-improvement. TO NOTE: Sastra won't do any formal closing, you can write for it if is needed in the form.

Like the petals of a budding rose, re-renting are welcomed with open arms, a fragrant gift of trust. But, in the garden of time, let them bloom at their own pace. After one week's bloom, allow three days of nurturing before sharing the beauty of Sastra's sanctuary anew.

[seoul-italybts]

[✎ TESTO ♫ ITA] ❛ VIBE ❜ - Taeyang (ft. JIMIN dei BTS)⠸ 13.01.23

[✎ TESTO ♫ ITA] 

✨ ❛ Vibe ❜ : Taeyang ft. JIMIN dei BTS ✨

( 바이브| Aura / Atmosfera )

Testo: TAEYANG, Vince

Composta da: Kush, Vince, TAEYANG, JIMIN, 24

Prodotta da: Teddy

Non riesco ad esprimerlo a parole

Ma, ragazza, sappi che hai quel vibe

Il tuo sorriso è arte

Risvegli la mia anima

Mi fai stare così bene, yeah

È un vibe

Yeah eh

Questa sarà la sola ed unica colonna sonora

Hai tutta la mia attenzione

Sei la mia sola ed unica missione

Nulla è impossibile piccola, luci camera azione!

Io sono la musica, tu sei la mia topline

[*melodia e testo, la parte principale]

Tu sei la città, io sono lo skyline [* l'orizzonte]

Io sono il film, tu sei l'highlight [* il punto/la scena saliente]

Cali su un cielo scuro, come twilight [* il crepuscolo]

Non fa che migliorare

Sei così attraente che vorrei fare una maratona* di te

[* come una maratona di serie tv / film, guardare qsa tutto d'un fiato, dall'inizio alla fine]

Non lo sai che voglio il tuo amore (sai che voglio il tuo amore)

Prima che questa notte finisca, piccola?!

Lo sai, abbiamo quel vibe, piccola (finché non sorgerà il sole)

Guardami, guardami, lo senti anche tu

Guardami, guardami, lo senti anche tu

Lo sai, abbiamo quel vibe, piccola (finché il sole non tramonterà)

Guardati, guardati, lo senti anche tu

Lo sento, è un vibe

Questo sarà il solo ed unico inno

Ho questo sesto senso, mi solletica

Anche solo tenerci per mano mi dà una scossa

Prima di te, il mio mondo era oscurità

Io sono il palco, tu sei la spotlight [* la luce dei riflettori]

Tu sei il fiume Han, Io sono il monte Nam

Non potrebbe essere più perfetto di così

Cali su un cielo scuro, come il crepuscolo

Ti ho percepitə

Sono intrappolato nel tuo mondo, sei il mio Matrix

Non lo sai che voglio il tuo amore (sai che voglio il tuo amore)

Prima che questa notte finisca, piccolə ?!

Lo sai, abbiamo quel vibe, piccolə (finché non sorgerà il sole)

Guardami, guardami, lo senti anche tu

Guardami, guardami, lo senti anche tu

Lo sai, abbiamo quel vibe, piccolə (finché il sole non tramonterà)

Guardati, guardati, lo senti anche tu

Lo sento, è un vibe

Guarda le stelle

La luna splende così brillante

Per tutta la notte

Ci illumina

E il modo in cui mi guardi (è un vibe)

Voglio continuare a provare queste sensazioni

(Sappi che hai quel vibe)

Lo sai, abbiamo quel vibe, piccolə (finché non sorgerà il sole)

Guardami, guardami, lo senti anche tu

Guardami, guardami, guardami, lo senti anche tu

Lo sai, abbiamo quel vibe, piccolə (finché il sole non tramonterà)

Guardati, guardati, lo senti anche tu

Lo sento, è un vibe

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⠸ ita : © Seoul_ItalyBTS | eng : © sub originali ; © BTS_Trans⠸

[sunsetscales]

*Intertwines my claws dubiously*

Hello anon, and others alike, Never gave me permission to give advice. I have been writing and world building for about 6 years, and I feel like I can say I'd have a few pointers.

FIRST: Pick your muse, what do you WANT want, not species, that doesn't matter yet, unless your muse is that specific species, like dragons. (okay going under the read more here for everyone's sake)

Go onto pintrist, coolors.co, go onto a free art program and start picking out some of your favorite colors, or finding some palettes you like, mess with them, blend the colors until they work together, or until they're a shade you love.

OR Find a theming you like a lot, say you like medieval/fantasy chivalry, start making a knight, paladin, etc. Figure out what they do, where they are? Are they in a generic fantasy world? Do they slay evil dragons for a living? Do they lay with dragons for a living ;3c~

Your muse can be anything you want it to be, just as long as you look at it, and slowly build up in your mind what your fursona is. Like Never, is it you? Or like me, is it a fragment of yourself that you expand upon?

From there, simply figure out what else you would like! Just go with your gut, it'll lead you better than anything else. And if you want to change it, change it! Change your species, hair color, design, markings.

You got to jump into the water with it, do what you think is cool, put as many funky colors, markings, hairstyles, and other bits you want!

If you need a reference, on FurAffinity, there are free to use fursona base refs, where a artist puts out a free to use ref base for anyone to use and try out. Just use that if you feel self conscious doodling. Or as well, artists will sell adoptable sonas for like $5 to easily $100+ (USD), you can buy one of those for your first tastes, and learn from there. As well, if you're making your sona, there are tons of color pallets on FA as well, that people post for others to use, the Furry community, whether you have a fursona or not, welcomes you :3c.

And if all of it fails, take a pokemon you like, change their colors, or give them a few extra features, bam! Fursona. Or hell, go on Puzzles and Dragons, look at their older units, pick those out for a fursona, no one plays that game anymore, no one will know.

The worst thing you'll do is scare yourself from trying, just doodle, look at funny animal videos, look at spicy images. Find inspiration from everyday things. Here we'll go through it together.

Practice: Back when I was a kid, I used to have a beach in my back yard. Dad leveled an area of forest, had a guy build a pond, imported sand. I was basically out there every day because there was a pond in my backyard of course I was.

I loved the way that the sand would form little impressions from rain water that would come down. If you didn't know, those are called Rills, the og name of my fursona, now his middle name, because I like Hesper more. So we have water, I like water formations like that. Okay what else?

Well I like the color purple and pink, and as well, I love the night time. It's spooky, and calm, and romantic. Sunsets are purple/pink-ish, so we have water and sunsets. So why not a sunset over water?

For me, I already knew my fursona was going to be a dragon, I'm world building a fantasy world, I like dragons, and I have a custom species that is almost like a dragon. So I just put him like that. But from the sunset, I got purple, wines, oranges, blues, and the theming of water, twilight, light, and whatever else anyone would associate with dusk.

So, purple/pink body, orange hair (later changed to pink), bi-pedal digitigrade dragon, has no wings, because that's a hassle to draw always. But where do I go from there?

For me, I sat down with myself, and I let it all play out like a movie, who would I be in this fantasy world? Hmm well, for first things I'd be a little magic at the least, so he'd have magic. He'd have a cool tail, I love tails, maybe the mid of his tail could split into two, because I'm genderqueer, guy and gal. As well, for me, I'm a sucker for stockings, so I want him to have stockings on his legs and arms, that are made out of his own fur.

Then came the ultimate resource! Copying someone else's design ideas <3. For me Hesper (my sona) got his muzzle pattern, where it slopes down into horns on his jaw, from some character from a gatcha I've never seen before. His horns are up down up from the mid of his head, he's got long/medium hair from me, his chest and tummy are hairy bc mine is hairy, and his eyes are blue, because blue balanced out his other colors well, and as well my eyes are blue, also water.

It's not monolithic design steps, its one at a time, treat it as such, I've only really gotten to a point where I like his design. And even then I add on some things here or there, like alt forms! Which are a great resource if you like your sona, but want something just a little bit different sometimes. Hesper himself can turn feral, or into like a werewolf from skyrim, bipedal but runs on all fours.

But just have fun! I've had like, three/four fursonas before this current one, and even the old ones, I can still use and enjoy! My first one, Wick, is my pen name, and the name I use for Drawing. Viclon (yes harhar I know Vick) is a cool character, I didn't like how I personified him though, so he needs a re-work, but he was a dragon with flowers and ivy on him, who doesn't like that? Currently Hesper. And soon enough, I want to make a sona to represent my worldbuilding! I've enjoyed myself some kitty cats as per my two feline furry bfs, so I'm picking out a big cat myself, snow leopard/lion hybrid. But as it's for my world building, I'm going to put my own spin on it, and backstory for the species, where they live in my fantasy world, what they eat, what they look like, what their colors are, etc.

Just have fun, trust your gut on what you'll like. Change your mind, re-do things, have fun!

how did you come to your sona(s)? I've been wanting to actually get into the furry community more but i have so much trouble with the sona part

great question!

So first off, for those who don’t know me well, I have a total of Four Sona’s: Never the Dragon, Reven the Dragon, Roxy the Dragon, and Lis the Moth.

NEVER THE DRAGON: He’s been around since the beginning. That’s actually me! He came into existence around 2009, but wasn’t officially a fursona til I first learned about the furry fandom in 2013. Pretty much, I said “I’m a Blue Dragon” and that’s how Never was born. He took my name, which is also Never

ROXY THE DRAGON: Is a fursona I actually designed and made for a friend, my partner at the time. Roxanne is no longer alive however, and as such I took the Dragon back to remember her with (:

REVEN THE DRAGON: Born in 2017 because I needed a mascot for a sideblog I made, and didn’t want to have it relate to my main. His colors are the Tumblr default colors, with his tail being the notification icon ;) Reven is Never backwards

LIS THE MOTH: She’s small, fluffy, and her personality is a complimentary opposite to Nevers. Her colors reflect her true name; BLISS.BMP

The first three were Dragons because I love Dragons. I made Lis the moth to specifically branch away from that tho; diversitise my portfolio. Birds, Bats, and Moths are my three favorite non-Dragon animals, and thats where I got her from

As for making your own, alas I can’t help too well 😔 Never’s a Dragon because I love them so much. It was almost a given; had I found the furry community before Never existed, he still would have been a Dragon. The most common advice I’ve seen around is “Take your personality and assign it your favorite animal” but that only goes so far. it’s like, mid advice, but alas it’s all I have 😔

[azuz097]

わたくしの自慢の弟子

[troped-fanfic-challenge]

TROPED Chapters: Round 2 — Fics + Voting Link!

And we’re back for Round Two of our Multi-Chapter TROPED Challenge! We got SEVEN (7!!!) incredible fics for the second round, and we are so excited to see how our Tropesters handled the curveball we threw at them (and what obstacles they picked out for themselves)!

Please try to read as many fics as you can! Take some notes, leave some kudos/comments for the authors, and help us vote on the winners!

Voting ends July 1st at 11:59pm EST! Winners announced on July 2nd!!

Dragons and Alicorns and Political Weddings - Chapter 2 (Rated T) [My Little Pony - Princess Ember/Twilight Sparkle]

In order to better relations with the Dragon Lands, Twilight has been arranged to marry the current dragon lord, Ember. With her friends by her side, she’s excited for the big day, even if she’s nervous at the prospect of not meeting her fiancee yet. When she finally does, things seem to go well, spurning on her excitement.

At least, going well for now.

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of - An Unusual Courtship (Rated M) [The 100 - Raven/Roan]

A decade ago, Roan was exiled from the Kingdom of Azgeda when his brother, Rapier, ascended to the throne. Roan travelled to the other side of the ocean aboard his ship, the Exiled Prince, and took on a new life as the Captain of his own pirate vessel. For ten years, Roan was content.

However when his beloved brother is lost, Roan is faced with unexpected choices, the weight of obligations and the presence of the woman who broke his heart as he returns to Azgeda and reclaims the throne.

—

In which Roan endeavours to win over his future wife, Clarke.

Waiting On The Winds Of Change To Blow - ivory, carnelian, tiger's eye, gold (Rated T) [Emelan - Briar Moss & Sandrilene fa Toren]

Briar was taken in from the streets of Summersea by Duke Vedris and raised to hold a position in his household. He’s been given many honours and opportunities, and now his match to a wealthy merchant’s daughter will give him money and connections as well. He’s grateful, really he is. But sometimes he wonders if it’s really what he wants.

“Is something the matter, Briar?” Sandry asked.

Briar sighed. “No, it’s nothing, I just…” He trailed off, not sure how to explain it without sounding ungrateful.

Sandry studied him for a moment. “Are you nervous?” she asked. “I wouldn’t have expected it of you; you’re always so confident – but this is a significant moment for you.”

“I suppose I am,” Briar said slowly. Nervous wasn’t exactly how he’d describe it, but he could work with it. “I just… wasn’t expecting this. Marriage was never really something I considered for myself – given my upbringing, you know.”

—

Briar and Daja get to know each other a little better, at Sandry's urging. But although they get along quite well, there's still something keeping them at a distance.

The Wedding Planet - Chapter 2 (Rated T) [The 100 - Octavia/Clarke]

Bounty hunter Octavia Blake has chased her latest prey, Josephine Lightbourne, all the way to the second moon of Arkadia–the last place she’d expect Josie it be, and the last place Octavia wants to visit–ARK-1002014: The Wedding Planet. There, Clarke Griffin arranges beautiful destination weddings for people from all over the galaxy, every detail provided for, right down to the spouse. Her AI-driven system has turned the ancient art of matchmaking into a commercialized, mechanized, streamlined, and extremely successful, enterprise.

Octavia’s already found and lost the great love of her life. She’s not looking to love again. But an accident, a chance meeting, and a high-stakes bet change all of her plans. Now she’ll either find her match, or spend years of her life providing fairy tales for others, while she proves that chemistry, passion, and spark can never be forced into being by a machine.

—

Octavia meets her fiancee.

With Your Name In My Throat - Chapter 2 (Rated M) [The 100 - Lexa/Clarke]

Lexa is content in her life just the way it is, until a so called “perfect match” on her friend’s matchmaking service promises to help the people she cares most about in the world. The only catch is she has to marry a perfect stranger. But Lexa can do just about anything, if it helps her friends, and there’s no way she will fall in love. Right?

wishing on city lights - Chapter 2 (Not Rated) [Spider-Man - Michelle Jones/Peter Parker]

Peter loves the city lights. Loves his work at the law firm, loves his best friend Ned, loves dancing. And he might love that sullen girl with ink-stained fingertips and fire in her steps.

Michelle loves dancing too, although she would never tell. She loves rainy days in her small apartment and hearing secrets in the halls of Brant Enterprises. She most certainly doesn't love the young lawyer with eyes like copper and honey.

But when their two company-inheriting millionaire best friends are set up for an arranged marriage, someone has to guide them through slimy speakeasies and glitzering debutante balls.

Michelle doesn't think story-book love is real. But this boy dancing in a tiny jazz club with her?

He is.

come morning light - hold on to that lullaby (Rated M) [Chronicles of Narnia - Susan/Caspian]

Seven years ago, Susan and her siblings were sent away from a war to the safety of the country side only to be thrust into another war. As the years wear on, their soldiers return from battle fewer and fewer in number, and the graves multiply overnight.

Running out of options and manpower, their last chance is proposing an alliance with the King of Telmar, a kingdom seemly just barely allied with the Witch and itching to get out from under her power.

Susan walks into the meeting with the King with Edmund at her side and little hope left in her heart, and leaves with an alliance that could turn the tide of the war - and a husband.

[artsygummlpart]

The back of Twi’s jacket ref from my MLPFIM AU (KA AU) comic series that I’ve drawn.

DA comic folder https://www.deviantart.com/artsygum/gallery/62028754/kickass-mlp-au-comic-series

FA comic folder https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/reneesinnerirken/folder/1127471/MLP-KickAss-AU-comic-series/

AU refs https://www.deviantart.com/artsygum/gallery/62028749/kickass-mlp-au-refs

Twitter ver https://twitter.com/ArtsyGum/status/1570633291778371584

DA ver https://www.deviantart.com/artsygum/art/KA-AU-Twilight-s-back-of-jacket-ref-929661661

[kneipho]

Hope Springs Eternal Part 1

I shivered

palpably in response to the stimulus of this auspicious winter morning as though I were a nervous acolyte on his first day of probation.

It was that benchmark event called my Birthday.

Like Christmas and Easter they have this annular ring in every sense.

Dates and their import. I was raised to have the healthiest respect for them.

A rendezvous of another kind awaited me later in the day that was seasonal in another sense.

But that just added a certain spring to my step.

Entering my eight decade on earth I dragged that motley crew of bones about me.

Like a hod carrier carting clusters of smokeless polish coal for some imperious client.

But the mind has immense powers waiting to be tapped.

A mineral rich load, a vein of resources with targeted thoughts that were the match for any prescription medicine.

Age is but a number and they can be sung in harmony with one’s universe or jarringly and at odds.

I’m a late in life poet with lines very gingerly crafted at this point in time.

My aunt Virginia who raised me when my mother died started the revolution in my thinking.

“Your mind should be a diary.

Always take note of what’s happening around you and when it happened.

Time, dates, everything.

It always comes in useful.”

She said in that nuanced tonic sol fa accent of hers.

Virginia instilled in me this most functional regard for which I am eternally grateful.

Her words about dates and time echoed continually through the recesses of mind to my ultimate benefit.

I had the required notepad and pen at hand to record anything I could sculpt into a creative ode.

As of yet

a title eluded me but maybe something lustrous, radiant romantic would be apt.

Quite a lot has been composed already much to my surprise.

Virginia’s advice and the embryonic epic planted fertile shoots in my head as I entered the kitchen.

I called it my domain.

Structured in an algebraic fashion with proximity dovetailing elegance it resembled a gallery.

The sink and shrouded tap heads my first port of call.

Stooping over archly I filled a gleaming white plastic jug kettle for that morale boosting first cup of tea.

As I sipped my tea the insights Virginia kindly bequeathed started flooding back.

Those condensed pearls of wisdom regarding time and it’s ambience.

Optimism and cheer were her other passions.

As well as paying attention.

“Focus on your environment. There is joy in abundance.” Virginia opined.

“A treasure trove awaits for those who concentrate.” She said.

“Where there is joy there’s hope.

Time and hope are intertwined.”

Never losing a chance to stress matters time-related.

Typical Virginia logic.

I’m taking it more seriously now as my respect for that statute of limitations called life expectancy approaches.

This lady’s pointers were manfully ingested as my tea stained cup wobbled in my right hand with it’s rivulet of veins.

The tea leaves scattered wildly in that microcosm of a drinking vessel had a fleeting fascination for me.

But as I scanned my surroundings with the eye of a keyhole surgeon I couldn’t help but notice something else.

The kaleidoscope of colour filling the french panel window in front of the kitchen sink.

Window drabness red carded with the zeal of a strict umpire dismissing an offending player.

My intuition told me to brace myself for events both surprising and anticipated .

This afternoon’s engagement is to the forefront of my mind and for good reason.

Think I’ll leave the cell phone behind.

Or did I hear it go off?

My device was of the more crowded cumbersome type with stubborn square buttons that even the more dexterous hand would find difficult to navigate.

The fingers slipped involuntarily like I sometimes did on those treacherous black ice patches.

“It’ll wait. Can’t really be that important.” I said to myself.

It was one of those phones that emitted this discordant buzz when some arrant nuisance rings at the most inopportune time which is often.

“No … face the morning and it’s canvas of brittle prospect.” Speaking with eloquent pride to myself, Hamilton Lake.

Walking outside on this my 78th birthday could be seen as an obstacle course.

I’ve always had a thing about posture.

The feet must be properly positioned and ready for anything unexpected.

The steps from my house could be awkward and angular with hidden crevices.

Those rugged pockmarks gouged out by the chisel of that tyrant called the elements.

The inherent beauty of garden plants, on the other hand,

purged whatever sluggishness there was in my frame.

Their spectral tint and gravity defying droop gave my eyes an optic fillip.

Green border shrubs and yellow rose petals bore a magic that defied description.

Albeit with telltale winter stains.

But the mindfulness of gait and knowing that slippage could be fatal moderated my enthusiasm about my settings.

Onto the yard and then the slope towards town with a propensity for the occasional wobble notwithstanding.

A downward denouement laced with grit and optimism.

The verges on the fringe of each footpath were covered with tufts of flickering grass cavorting about in a light south east breeze.

Haywire brambles whose overlapping tentacles were embedded in every mound or patch.

Star shaped brown leaves as veiled cover for those sharp spines sticking out.

The bane of every bulging blood vessel.

An ice clad descent that can either capsize or upend even the most determined stride.

Ice that most deceptive gloss that far too easily masks it’s latent perils.

Irrespective I continued unabashed.

The heart, portent of fragility, bruising barometer of one’s twilight moment can be an ally.

A motivator of noble human impulse.

My rainbow tipped walking stick was my elder compass.

A bearing locator for crazy paving pavement slabs.

Those structures fractured by peculiarities of sudden temperature with their plummets and summits!

But focus though impaired was motivated by a stoic forbearance imbued with fire in the soul.

Virginia’s velvet toned voice enjoined on us at home to watch the clouds.

The wispy contours, greyed over forms, wooly frills and outlines drifting overhead.

She also warned of their penchant for unleashing torrents which could spoil the daily strolls of even the most ernest of ramblers.

Today the clouds weaved their way across that azure blue path called the sky.

Curiously enough the self same clouds added to their repertoire by the graceful skirting of rooftops and faraway rock formations on the outskirts of town.

“Clouds are a heavenly canvas. A floating exhibit of the firmament.

They inspire poets, works of art.” Virginia said.

They were doing just that in my case with aplomb.

The planned mysterious link up was never lost sight of amid Virginia’s majestic musings.

“Use your imagination or your imagination will use you. The borders between make belief and the real world must always be maintained.

Imaginings of every kind can be triggered by just about anything familiar.

They can assume a life of their own.”

Wonderful counsel from a wonderful woman.

Virginia, however, unlike some philosophers had a marvelous sense of humor but abhorred the canned, corny variety.

Although such humor couldn’t always be avoided I was mindful of her sensitivity on the subject.

Meticulously taking out that pad again I scribbled a few more lines.

It’s beginning to fill up.

The only thing that remains is to have someone to dedicate it to.

The human eye, a person’s best camera turned to the leach like ivy carpet which clung with tenacity to the grey grained stone wall narrowly to my right.

Preserving their corporeal integrity and playing their part while going largely unobserved.

Fir trees, enclosed by pavement railings and gardens had an overwhelming stillness about them.

An unyielding rooted presence.

They too are age defiant when cultivated and getting the right supports.

These trees act as filters for the dust, smoke and fumed manifestations of the modern manufacturer.

Urban heat island effect offset and mitigated.

All these details forensically noted.

A sudden wakening ensued.

“Hi there, Hamilton. Lovely morning for a stroll.”

My inner space rightly interrupted for a different reality.

“Maybe we’ll meet later at one of your favourite spots or a coffee shop.”

Local teens, Sonia and Winfred with whom I regularly crossed paths and swopped pleasantries of a deeper heartfelt kind.

They alighted from their bicycles

“It’s your birthday today isn’t it?

You’d put people half your age and mine to shame.” The young lady Sonia said.

Winfred her boyfriend agreed.

“Such generosity I rarely encountered from my own group.” I thought to myself.

Sonia, a vibrant vivacious youth whose tactful airborne words shone as brightly as her arched angelic face.

Winfred, her boyfriend had a slightly bulging chin and matted haired that looked as if it had been constantly drenched.

His was a handsomeness harrowed out by high jinx and crack of dawn capers.

After a friendly departure this couple dashed off with a daring and delight so dirigere of the young.

As well as the young at heart.

–

Sunday Submission: @mantrabay

Photograph and short story by mantrabay copyright protected.

Part two will be submitted next week with your kind permission.

[lilgreenfox]

Hopefully the last #tbt for a while, some speedy digital art doodles of some characters from different dnd campaigns I’ve played in in the past year~

The first one was my first Pathfinder character, Ifrit Barbarian named Vatra Grra from a campaign we call “Twilight Vanguard”

Second one is another pic of Bowser Saeyung, a Pokemon Breeder played in a Chambers and Charizard campaign called “Pokemon: The Forces Above/The Forces Below”. I’m in Above

And lastly is Cankune, a kitsune samurai that replaced Vatra after she was semi-kidnapped by her evil dad.

[libidomechanica]

Let therefore two sides her hand show

And around the tower of use     and a curst magician’s heart I’ll tell his position: I     don’t birds may taken with this vestal vow take and loosed our     light the mind that, oft I her shame? Who kill? News but a body     and where I profane,

should die like Adam’s recollect     my heart on fire more the gallant gentle eye, and so Your     humbles away around then she sting! Now ryse vp Elisa,     decked the prove him her long since their troth, and leave, with no     more, and prosody are

in perilous bustle, but would     not speak, she was long ago; lust of all within was still     back return, return, even years? Though the core of This admires     my Lady Blanche had no summer breathless to benefit     mankind. Into Bagdad

came there all the market for     this cunning Time was a regular bird on every senses     with ourself hath and to revealed in still were the mood     than not be fair young a husband like a hawk encumbered     with standing spouts up in

wine, both sea and love’s first, behemoth,     grinning Time had some skill wandering hard, and suffer’d     and moanings dark: quickly on my eyes, instead. With thought the     time when the age here should not. So saying, soothe mystic art,     if such faltering was

the grave proves to love I thinking,     doth their eyes like skaters lie with everywhere then reign’d. Besides,     and a deuced balmy conscious bosom, and away;     and pretence clos’d their Muses! No serpent to singen soothe     a tiny earth said that

art their love you pressure, so these     this is no reason, owe, and implores he past,—this, and half-     torn man; even ashes cold in skins, raw from his wrongs to     my weary watch that the worldly bustle; while she laye, and     their best upon the plays

in such a cure, they were green, ended     knees, more dead. Low or dove, not both interest face from     the cedar gloom wrought, that pretty, say very human on     Neptune’s feet. We have drawn and then—God known the mother,     I will be like Wellesley

now; each house with new-born Goddesses,     a prince, sensitive, the deep, are than the least by the     College gown, there than can I fly no concern’d; beside, as     if she brought us lodge in me. Nuptial knot, and so stream:     to following knees most

starte, and alone; I know by her     how, not a page with her grace can your system to peep, to     leave me these hallow’d, o’er thee. I would hardly and then as     a woman every branches yearning out of more, that     howsoever in the levelling

bones of man, if her rich as     gathered me strangle a line swept far less nightiest lips meet     that has gone. On softer thee. The press, chest; their new jubilee,     who nails him fast fa’ the cause that dwells in ice; its very     turn Romeo boots.

Is sweet to my well-bred, when natured     eye, and ruddy dropping lies were slate the brilliance ’gainst     the stroked my heart is lost in the kingly way? Like call they     say t was her through unfathom’d bring of birds is out; for     threescore—a quietly

inurn’d; for its workings that dainty     of blossoms, as the strange doubt. But the strove whole life, wishing     sore him in their death? Around me, my form, look upon     my gardens green, ended late! The maid, wife, and aloes, with     sapphire in the work

is here are the twilight which arose     a clapping from week and lucent sun hurried at with     vain bubble of its lengths of classic lecture slain, ye shall     answered. Music’s gold fin in stone—when the took pity. The     one to Wámik—Oh Thou

victim, and over heaven, mankind.     Or redeeming in the soft as an honest bark bay     deep-damask’d the Princesse the cedar shakes. Or eyes. Who make     all proceed; you’d call her sae sma’! For thys, not kills me the     fast sponge of trees feel

palpitated to the Water light.     Moments came: she said again, if I knew thy poppy the     honey locust and down upon this way. To overfraughts     each humble down the comfort neer. With your mother again,     my soul invincible.

[mantrabay]

Hope Springs Eternal Part 1.

I shivered

palpably in response to the stimulus of this auspicious winter morning as though I were a nervous acolyte on his first day of probation.

It was that benchmark event called my Birthday.

Like Christmas and Easter they have this annular ring in every sense.

Dates and their import. I was raised to have the healthiest respect for them.

A rendezvous of another kind awaited me later in the day that was seasonal in another sense.

But that just added a certain spring to my step.

Entering my eight decade on earth I dragged that motley crew of bones about me.

Like a hod carrier carting clusters of smokeless polish coal for some imperious client.

But the mind has immense powers waiting to be tapped.

A mineral rich load, a vein of resources with targeted thoughts that were the match for any prescription medicine.

Age is but a number and they can be sung in harmony with one’s universe or jarringly and at odds.

I’m a late in life poet with lines very gingerly crafted at this point in time.

My aunt Virginia who raised me when my mother died started the revolution in my thinking.

“Your mind should be a diary.

Always take note of what’s happening around you and when it happened.

Time, dates, everything.

It always comes in useful.”

She said in that nuanced tonic sol fa accent of hers.

Virginia instilled in me this most functional regard for which I am eternally grateful.

Her words about dates and time echoed continually through the recesses of mind to my ultimate benefit.

I had the required notepad and pen at hand to record anything I could sculpt into a creative ode.

As of yet

a title eluded me but maybe something lustrous, radiant romantic would be apt.

Quite a lot has been composed already much to my surprise.

Virginia’s advice and the embryonic epic planted fertile shoots in my head as I entered the kitchen.

I called it my domain.

Structured in an algebraic fashion with proximity dovetailing elegance it resembled a gallery.

The sink and shrouded tap heads my first port of call.

Stooping over archly I filled a gleaming white plastic jug kettle for that morale boosting first cup of tea.

As I sipped my tea the insights Virginia kindly bequeathed started flooding back.

Those condensed pearls of wisdom regarding time and it’s ambience.

Optimism and cheer were her other passions.

As well as paying attention.

“Focus on your environment. There is joy in abundance.” Virginia opined.

“A treasure trove awaits for those who concentrate.” She said.

“Where there is joy there’s hope.

Time and hope are intertwined.”

Never losing a chance to stress matters time-related.

Typical Virginia logic.

I’m taking it more seriously now as my respect for that statute of limitations called life expectancy approaches.

This lady’s pointers were manfully ingested as my tea stained cup wobbled in my right hand with it's rivulet of veins.

The tea leaves scattered wildly in that microcosm of a drinking vessel had a fleeting fascination for me.

But as I scanned my surroundings with the eye of a keyhole surgeon I couldn't help but notice something else.

The kaleidoscope of colour filling the french panel window in front of the kitchen sink.

Window drabness red carded with the zeal of a strict umpire dismissing an offending player.

My intuition told me to brace myself for events both surprising and anticipated .

This afternoon’s engagement is to the forefront of my mind and for good reason.

Think I’ll leave the cell phone behind.

Or did I hear it go off?

My device was of the more crowded cumbersome type with stubborn square buttons that even the more dexterous hand would find difficult to navigate.

The fingers slipped involuntarily like I sometimes did on those treacherous black ice patches.

“It’ll wait. Can’t really be that important.” I said to myself.

It was one of those phones that emitted this discordant buzz when some arrant nuisance rings at the most inopportune time which is often.

“No … face the morning and it’s canvas of brittle prospect.” Speaking with eloquent pride to myself, Hamilton Lake.

Walking outside on this my 78th birthday could be seen as an obstacle course.

I've always had a thing about posture.

The feet must be properly positioned and ready for anything unexpected.

The steps from my house could be awkward and angular with hidden crevices.

Those rugged pockmarks gouged out by the chisel of that tyrant called the elements.

The inherent beauty of garden plants, on the other hand,

purged whatever sluggishness there was in my frame.

Their spectral tint and gravity defying droop gave my eyes an optic fillip.

Green border shrubs and yellow rose petals bore a magic that defied description.

Albeit with telltale winter stains.

But the mindfulness of gait and knowing that slippage could be fatal moderated my enthusiasm about my settings.

Onto the yard and then the slope towards town with a propensity for the occasional wobble notwithstanding.

A downward denouement laced with grit and optimism.

The verges on the fringe of each footpath were covered with tufts of flickering grass cavorting about in a light south east breeze.

Haywire brambles whose overlapping tentacles were embedded in every mound or patch.

Star shaped brown leaves as veiled cover for those sharp spines sticking out.

The bane of every bulging blood vessel.

An ice clad descent that can either capsize or upend even the most determined stride.

Ice that most deceptive gloss that far too easily masks it’s latent perils.

Irrespective I continued unabashed.

The heart, portent of fragility, bruising barometer of one’s twilight moment can be an ally.

A motivator of noble human impulse.

My rainbow tipped walking stick was my elder compass.

A bearing locator for crazy paving pavement slabs.

Those structures fractured by peculiarities of sudden temperature with their plummets and summits!

But focus though impaired was motivated by a stoic forbearance imbued with fire in the soul.

Virginia’s velvet toned voice enjoined on us at home to watch the clouds.

The wispy contours, greyed over forms, wooly frills and outlines drifting overhead.

She also warned of their penchant for unleashing torrents which could spoil the daily strolls of even the most ernest of ramblers.

Today the clouds weaved their way across that azure blue path called the sky.

Curiously enough the self same clouds added to their repertoire by the graceful skirting of rooftops and faraway rock formations on the outskirts of town.

“Clouds are a heavenly canvas. A floating exhibit of the firmament.

They inspire poets, works of art.” Virginia said.

They were doing just that in my case with aplomb.

The planned mysterious link up was never lost sight of amid Virginia’s majestic musings.

“Use your imagination or your imagination will use you. The borders between make belief and the real world must always be maintained.

Imaginings of every kind can be triggered by just about anything familiar.

They can assume a life of their own.”

Wonderful counsel from a wonderful woman.

Virginia, however, unlike some philosophers had a marvelous sense of humor but abhorred the canned, corny variety.

Although such humor couldn't always be avoided I was mindful of her sensitivity on the subject.

Meticulously taking out that pad again I scribbled a few more lines.

It’s beginning to fill up.

The only thing that remains is to have someone to dedicate it to.

The human eye, a person’s best camera turned to the leach like ivy carpet which clung with tenacity to the grey grained stone wall narrowly to my right.

Preserving their corporeal integrity and playing their part while going largely unobserved.

Fir trees, enclosed by pavement railings and gardens had an overwhelming stillness about them.

An unyielding rooted presence.

They too are age defiant when cultivated and getting the right supports.

These trees act as filters for the dust, smoke and fumed manifestations of the modern manufacturer.

Urban heat island effect offset and mitigated.

All these details forensically noted.

A sudden wakening ensued.

“Hi there, Hamilton. Lovely morning for a stroll.”

My inner space rightly interrupted for a different reality.

“Maybe we’ll meet later at one of your favourite spots or a coffee shop.”

Local teens, Sonia and Winfred with whom I regularly crossed paths and swopped pleasantries of a deeper heartfelt kind.

They alighted from their bicycles

“It’s your birthday today isn’t it?

You’d put people half your age and mine to shame.” The young lady Sonia said.

Winfred her boyfriend agreed.

“Such generosity I rarely encountered from my own group.” I thought to myself.

Sonia, a vibrant vivacious youth whose tactful airborne words shone as brightly as her arched angelic face.

Winfred, her boyfriend had a slightly bulging chin and matted haired that looked as if it had been constantly drenched.

His was a handsomeness harrowed out by high jinx and crack of dawn capers.

After a friendly departure this couple dashed off with a daring and delight so dirigere of the young.

As well as the young at heart.

Photograph and short story by mantrabay copyright protected.

[yonch]

im back at it with a bunch of zeldas !!  here come headcanons and an extra version of ghostie under the cut

songbird:

so basically im god

her skin!!!!! is dark!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no lcouds!!!!!! hsut upgfijaiofbdajiob fa

a liddol.. chubmbnby……….. soft

does not wear that pink dress that you see in game ! its like. the shit in hyrule historia

absolutely atrocious cook. would set water on fire

her hair looks white in correct lighting

angel:

so basically im babie?

ABSOLUTE BEABEBAY!!! SOFT ! ! ! C UTE

collects bird feathers

alignment: baby

stop lookin at me with those big ol eyes

softest hair !! !!

sheik:

so basicallyim gay

GENDERFLUID ! ! ! !  ! ! ! ! ! uses All Pronouns

gay

sheikah training in All timelines Because I Think Thats Hort

can and will die for time as well as al,l of hyrule

second tallest

dawn:

so BASICALLY im LESBIAN

TALLEST !  ! ! ! SO TALL

TRANS ! ! ! GIRL ! ! ! ! !

s. scars from the possessed zelda fight

allergic to cats :(

her eyes look like twilight

serenity:

so basically im nya >:3c

president of the anime club

shadow is vice president of the anime club (that isnt about zelda though)

USED TO PLAY IN THE FLOWERS WITH . GREEb

collects cute bows

cannot choose a favorite color

tetra:

so basically im ,ale

has a gun

her scar is from tripping into a bush but she tells everybody it was from a super cool pirate raid

the other is from ganondorf

makes her own neckerchiefs and scrunchies

keeps a snail in her hair (for shape)

ghostie:

so basically im dead

rodesnts scary

her tiara has their family crest

stupid whispy spirity hair

amnxoety

keeps all her grandma’s scrunchies in a drawer 

hope:

so basically im 3d crystal

hair fades from brown to blonde

mob psycho 100

likes bunnies

used to be more freckley but they faded over time

doesnt like locked rooms

silk:

so basically im same face syndrome

strawberry blonde hair from her.. ancestor 👀

oh god ! oh fuck ! 

doesn’t like modern art

is a fabric connoisseur… “that is Grade A Silk fromt he Highest Qulaity Of Silk Worme”

has a lisp ! ! ! 

dream:

so basically im sleepie

DREAM IS SMALLEST

chubbyg dhaiogfj hgorl.. cute..

likes the stars ! so much

her brother is a fuckign bastard3e

likes to sleep by candlelight

flower:

so basically im god (redux)

vsauce. michael here

big depresso anxieot

eats dirt on a regular basis

favorite animal frog

ended the cycle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

heres an extra Dead Ghostie