#v: true hart

[toothmarqed]

true detective posters

(feel free to use but pls don’t repost!)

[theliarshart]

Cypher's ears flicked back in alarm at the boisterous greeting, but he quickly swiveled them back upright. His ears were his biggest tell even still, three years after he had ended up here. The man at the desk was certainly unusual. Not that there was a usual appearance for sinner demons.

"I guess, yeah," he replied in a soft tone that seemed mismatched with his own rather gruesome appearance. "You help people who want to get better, yeah? Redemption and all that?"

His tail wasn't visible to the man at the counter, but it was held stiffly aloft, the steel grey underside shown in a display of anxiety and tension. Cypher was used to hiding. He'd spent the past decade hiding, both on Earth and in Hell.

Introductions. Introductions were a thing people did when not actively trying to hide who they were. "I'm, um, I'm Cypher, by the way."

"Hi. I, um, I'm new here. And I'm not entirely sure how this is supposed to work? I've seen your ads, but I don't really know..." He trailed off. Of course he'd seen the ads for the Hazbin. Most of Pentagram City had, though most seemed skeptical. But Cypher had thought this hotel would be a good idea. Someplace safe, at least for now. It had seemed safe.

[legends-and-savages]

Tag dump

[dark-moonlust]

Bound by the Rose Mark

This commission is owned by Kate Hart. As the original writer, I strictly forbid any form of reproduction, replication, or translation of my stories without my explicit consent.

Pairing: beast oc (Alaric) x f!reader

Summary: This is a story with Beauty and the Beast vibes. You live in a grand castle with a beast named Alaric. One day, you accidentally touch him and a glowing rose tattoo appears on your skin. Alaric explains that the tattoo is a sign of a curse that binds the two of you together. You can't get more than a few steps away from him without feeling pain and arousal. Forced to stay close, you both succumb to your feelings and the deep connection between you.

Warnings: 18+, mid-eighteenth century story, true love curse, beauty and the beast vibes, magic tattoo bonding, virgin reader, oral (fem receiving), foreplay and stimulation, p in v sex, big 🍆, belly bulge, knotting, lots of 💦.

I completely forgot to post this commission! Enjoy!!

Château d'Azay-le-Rideau, France - 1750

“Make it stop!” you groaned, wide eyes on the Beast, who stood calmly by the fire, his large, furred form casting long shadows over the walls. “Please, just… make it stop!”

“I cannot do that.” Came his voice, steady and infuriatingly husky.

The moonlight shone through the castle's grand windows, pouring glittering beams across your body as you paced back and forth, the tap of your boots echoing on the sleek floor. Your fingers moved nervously against the mark on your wrist, the delicate rose pattern twisting and developing, shimmering softly against your skin. With each passing second, the flower vines extended further up your arm, emitting a sweet warmth.

It all began a year ago with a professional agreement. The Beast was Lord of the Castle and needed someone to govern it. You were that person. You lived in his huge fortress and worked as his chamberlain. But what began as a rigid work agreement quickly turned into closeness. 

In the past months, you’d grown used to his company, you were after all, alone in a huge castle with no one but a few servants to talk. He’d gifted you his enormous library, a beautiful haven of literature. He also spent time with you every day, taking you on walks to the gardens, organizing big dinners, music nights, and theatrical nights. You’d been foolish to allow yourself to get comfortable, to hover close enough and be tempted to touch him.

But his fur had appeared so silky and inviting. What was one touch?

You'd succumbed to the temptation and touched him, curved your small palm over his massive arm. 

A moment later, all order unraveled. 

A weird tingling sensation had begun to emerge from your wrist, and as you looked down, a red rose began to light softly, its delicate petals winding up your wrist, its thorny vines snaking out, tracing your skin with intricate detail. The tattoo was enchanted and even now— it continued to spread on your arm.

Oh, how foolish and naive you had been! To approach him so carelessly, hovering so close that his mere presence seemed to draw you in. It was foolish to give in to your curiosity, reaching out to touch him despite the warnings. And now, this—this thing—was strangely connecting you to him in ways you couldn't fathom.

The Beast—no, Alaric, as he was once known—kept staring at you like an idiot, his sharp features unreadable. He didn’t even look troubled. Why would he be? For once, he wasn’t the one in trouble. He rather enjoyed it, wicked Frenchman that he was. Yet as you glanced at him, you felt another spark, a liquid warmth in your belly. His form, massive and imposing, stood out against the moonlight, making the entire hall feel smaller, more intimate.

Alaric had been cursed long long ago, cursed to find misery, coldness and no love. His face was no longer that of a beautiful Prince but of a beast with horns, sharp teeth and lion’s mane. He was massive and muscled, with strong legs and a wolf-like tail. His clothing was still royal, tailored to fit his form. He looked as elegant and well-groomed as possible.  

With an exasperated groan, you stroked your wrist harder, the glow intensifying with each stroke of your fingers. "Damn! Why doesn't it stop?! Please, stop it!"

He spoke with a long sigh, his voice low and rumbling. "I told you I cannot do that."

"You can't or you won't?"

"It's the mark of the curse…" His glance swept across your wrist. "There is no undoing it."

Your heart sunk at his words. You were aware of his curse but had no idea it could be transmitted through touch. Damnation! And damn the warmth of the mark, affecting your whole body. It felt warm and wet between your thighs as if a fire was spreading beneath your skin, connecting you to him. Every pulse of fire reminded you of your error.

“I… I didn’t ask for this!” you protested, rubbing at the mark as if you could wipe it away with sheer willpower. “I was just—just curious! I did not want to be cursed.”

“You touched me, therefore now you will pay. You are bound to me.”

You shot him a sharp look, waving your pulsing wrist in the air. “You could have warned me that I’d get cursed just by touching you!”

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich. “But I did warn you not to touch me, didn’t I? You were simply too curious.”

“I thought you were goading me, challenging me! You didn’t mention the part where I’d be magically tethered to you like a pet on a leash,” you snapped despite the lingering warmth in your chest. 

“You are wild and untamed. Always speaking back to me, always doing as you please. It’s your fault, little one.”

“Still…” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. “A little heads-up would’ve been nice.”

“Where would the fun in that be?”

“Oh, yes, this is so hilarious. I’m cursed with a pulsing tattoo— it glows like a freaking beacon by the way—and you’re not in the least concerned.”

“The mark will stop glowing once you accept it.”

“I’ll never accept it!”

Alaric sighed. “The curse cast upon me ensured I would never be loved. I was cursed to live as a beast, hated and feared... alone."

You gazed at him, the weight of his words hurting your heart. His formidable, imposing frame suddenly appeared fragile.

“However,” he continued, “there is a way… for the curse to wane. Not to break it entirely, but weaken its grasp. The curse weakens—forever— when I am touched by someone who genuinely loves me.”

“So… this mark…”

Alaric nodded. “It means you are the one fated to love me. And because of that, the curse has loosened its grip on me. Though I can never return to the man I once was, I can have love.”

Your eyes welled with emotion, but you refused to cry in front of him. “So… this is permanent?" 

Alaric hummed and stepped close, his towering frame suddenly feeling much too close. “I’m sorry… but you are now bonded to me, my thorny rose,” he purred. “Alas, you could have worse company, no? And the mark… I think it’s quite beautiful.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “Beautiful? It’s so big and so… damn hot!”

“That temper of yours…” he sighed softly, in a way a beast like him never would. “Of course it makes you hot. The closer we are, the more it will affect you. It’s a sign that our bond is… flourishing.”

You blinked, rubbing your thighs together at the effect of his deep voice, presence and scent. “Flourishing? My wrist isn’t a garden, Alaric. This is my skin. And I assure you, it’s not supposed to glow.”

“We are connected. The curse… it has tied our fates together. The more we fight it— both of us— the more painful it will become."

You swallowed hard. “And if I… don’t fight it? Will it stop and leave my skin?”

“No. Never, little one. The mark will just settle there, binding you to me, fully and irrevocably. But… I’m afraid we cannot stray far from one another without feeling pain.”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

His lips curled, showing just the barest flash of sharp teeth. “Immensely.”

Stupefied, you spun around, intending to get some fresh air but the moment you moved away, a sudden, scorching pain went through your chest, making you gasp. He was there instantly, steadying you with a large, clawed hand. You curled into his body, sighing pleasantly at the feel of his fur against your skin. It felt so good, warm and inviting, his musky scent tantalizing your senses. You hadn’t realized it but your hands were buried in his forearms, holding him to you.

“Foolish one,” he muttered, his breath warm against your temples. “What did I just tell you?”

“Alaric…” you sighed, meeting his eyes with reluctant acceptance. “Make it stop, please, make this ache go away.”

A low chuckle escaped him as he rubbed your wrist, feeling the warmth pulsating beneath your skin and tracing the delicate rose mark. The rose's delicate vines had wrapped themselves around your forearm, growing faintly. You bit back a moan, despite everything, you felt the pull—the odd bond that bound you to him, pulling you nearer to him with each breath.

“Ah, yes… it can be intense. Every step you take away from me will only bring more pain, more desire pooling deep inside.”

“Deep inside?”

Alaric raised a brow, a glint in his eyes. “Hmm, deep inside your cunt. I can scent your sweet arousal. Always could scent your need for me.”

You looked away. His words made you wet. Tenderly, he turned your face back to him. There was no hiding your blush or emotions.

“The curse bound us together. Two halves meant to be one. And if we give in…” he trailed off, his huge palm framing your face. “Would it be that bad?”

The tension in the room shifted as he stood there, with you in his arms, the strange pull between you palpable. Were you truly the one for him? Your heart stuttered. The idea of being physically and emotionally bound to Alaric—a beast of both grace and power —was captivating.

And the more you thought about it, the more your heart and body betrayed you. Oh dear… Yes, you wanted him. You wanted him with every ounce of your soul. Right on cue, the tattoo—its once glowing petals and vines now settled into a permanent black design that curled up your forearm. Becoming a part of you.

You didn’t resist when Alaric scooped you up, carrying you through hallways to his private chamber— a huge, opulent bedroom with polished wood and velvet furnishings, tapestries hanging on the walls, and a stone fireplace crackling in the corner. The bed was the largest piece of furniture in the room; it had a dark purple canopy covered in silk and velvet covers making it appear incredibly soft and inviting.

Alaric lowered you on the plush bedding and he came to rest beside you, his body half-looming over you, massive yet tender and protective. His eyes, golden and intense, settled on you then down to the rose mark. His fingers, clawed but surprisingly gentle, traced the rose before his tongue brushed a petal of the tattoo, feather-light, sending a shiver of electricity racing up your spine.

You watched, breathless, as he nuzzled and licked every petal, every vine, every thorn, his muzzle soft against your skin. The heat of his breath warmed you as he worked his way up your forearm, his mouth following the intricate lines of the rose, savoring every inch of it. With each kiss, your pulse quickened, your body shamelessly hot, your pussy dripping slick.

“Alaric…” you said in a sultry voice you could hardly recognize.

“Easy. We’ll take it slow, my thorny rose.”

As he said that, his lips hovered just inches from your collarbone. His tongue darted out, tracing the delicate indentation at the base of your neck. A sweet gasp escaped you as he licked a slow, tortuous trail down the round tops of your breasts, pulled up by your corset and your bodice. The laces on your bodice came undone, the corset disposed of in seconds as he skillfully drew the fabric down your waist, exposing your breasts to the cool air and his hungry gaze.

Your body arched closer to his, your nipples hardening into tight, aching buds. His eyes locked onto yours before he bent down and let his tongue trace the underside of each mound. You whined, burning so fiercely with desire as he licked the around your areolas. Teasing and exploring. Never quite getting to your sensitive nipples.

“Alaric,” you warned, thrusting your chest to his mouth.

“How I love it when you call my name.”

And with that, he licked one tiny bud, causing your body to shiver with want. Your hands gripped his horns, keeping him in place as he lapped one nipple, sucking wetly, his saliva and scent mingling on your skin. He did the same with the other nipple, and your body melted into his, hips arching up, breasts thrust sweetly into his lips.

You were lost in passion and he was only touching you.

You craved more. You wanted to touch, feel, and own every part of him.

Boldly, your hands slid up to his jacket, tugging at the heavy fabric, feeling its weight between your fingertips. You dragged his jacket away and he helped you remove it along with his shirt, without quite taking his tongue and hands off your breasts. Furry broad shoulders were revealed and a powerful, sculpted chest and stomach.

Large hands encompassed your tits as he growled softly and angled his head, his tongue trailing the curve of your neck. His fingers pinched your nipples, careful of his claws. Your breath hitched and you tilted your head back, offering him more.

“Oh god… yesss,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

Blindly, you brought his mouth to you, needing to feel his kiss. But he hesitated, pulling back slightly. His golden eyes met yours, darkened with desire but shadowed with worry.

“I’m afraid… of hurting you,” he drawled. “I have no lips and my teeth… they’re sharp. I don’t want to—”

“Use your tongue,” you whispered, breathless, gone was the shyness in you. “Please.”

For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, but then, as though unable to resist any longer, he surged forward. His mouth opened, and his tongue, hot and insistent, swept across your lips before plunging deeply. Deeper still. He tasted you, swallowed your breaths, and pressed his moist and burning tongue against yours, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through you with each stroke. You gasped into his mouth, the sound drowned out by the sheer intensity of the kiss, your hands grabbing his shoulders.

The sound of fabric tearing and garments hitting the floor was the only indication of what was to come.

The flickering light in the room danced across your flesh, both naked and unashamed. His body enveloped yours, his weight pressing down on you, his thighs spreading your legs apart. The sheer size of him caused your pussy to clench. His shaft was a massive veined rod of flesh, long and thick, with a knot at the base. His cock throbbed and leaked moisture, and his balls thick and heavy, hung like ripe fruit.

You couldn't help but reach out, a little bashful as your fingers stroked the silky warmth of his shaft. It was both firm and tender, as hot as touching a blazing flame. Alaric snarled and watched your small hands. You trailed the protruding veins and bulbous head all the way down to the bulging sac. He growled, his entire body tense.

“Such soft gentle touches. But I can’t—little one. I need to taste you, have you.”

You opened your mouth to protest but whined instead when his tongue licked the delicate folds of your pussy. Your body ignited, waves of ecstasy crashing over you. Spine arching, you opened your legs obscenely wide, his head buried in between, wet tongue consuming your depths. He thrust his appendage inside, snarling primitively, and you sighed delightfully, your cunt pressing against his mouth as you shut your eyes tightly and surrendered to the passion.

“Mmmmm, so breathtaking,” he drawled, his tongue gracing your cunt. “I love the rose mark on your skin but even more so the petals on your wet cunt… so lovely and wet. I love to tease and lick them.”

Eyes holding your own, he hooked his large hands around your thighs, bringing them around his furred torso. His dick, massive and twitching, stroked against the wet petals of your cunt. He lubricated himself; you were soaked and ready to receive him. You wiggled and squirmed, impatiently attempting to guide him inside. Finally, with a gentle nudge, he growled, and the broad popped in.

Cupped your ass, he pushed inside, his cock gliding into you in one smooth thrust. You were incredibly tight, untouched and you gasped at the slight discomfort of the invasion. Despite his size, he somehow fit, his body seemingly designed to mold itself to yours. Your cunt was stretched wide, only his knot showing, and your belly bulged slightly, revealing the curve of his shaft beneath your skin.

Alaric caressed your belly lovingly as if marveling at the sight. “Yes, mine. It will be alright. I promise you. Does it hurt, little one?" 

You shook your head. “Not anymore. Please… hmmm—move. Need to feel you so desperately.”

“As you wish, my rose.”

His eyes never left yours as he thrust out of you, all the way out before slowly filling you up. This time there was no discomfort, only building intensity. His shaft slid in and out of you, the friction reigniting your desire. Your body flexed, your walls squeezing around his dick as he increased the pace. His thrusts became faster and more urgent, and you held him, rocking against him as his tongue stroked yours, making you dizzy with desire. 

Alaric was unstoppable, unrelenting and soon you were both shuddering in climax. He thrust one final time, bottomed out inside you till his swollen knot had popped inside. You whined, muscles contracting around him, your cunt snug around his knot, tying you together. You saw stars, thrashed wildly in little aftershocks as he released, a flood of cum filling you up. It didn’t help that he let out those delicious growls, tongue devouring your mouth.

Time seemed to stand still. You lay there, with him atop you, his dick still pulsing within you, his knot throbbing with a slow beat. It had been minutes and he was still spurting, though slower this time. You basked in the afterglow of your passion, felt so utterly at peace. Your bodies had become one and the tattoo on your wrist had never felt so right.

You were his, completely and utterly his.

“How are you feeling, my thorny rose?” he asked after he’d rolled over so you were draped over his chest, his knot still hard inside you.

“I feel loved,” you said as you rested over his chest feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath the fur. “I have never been kissed or loved by anyone like this before—have never felt anything like this before.”

“There is no going back now,” he said possessively. “You gave yourself to me. What I feel for you is raw, primal. It cannot be stopped or contained.”

You grinned. “So, what? I’m just stuck to you for the rest of eternity?”

“Figuratively and literally, I’m afraid,” he said, groaning at the feel of his knot tucked inside your warm cunt.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?”

Alaric’s eyes softened. “I will never be the charming Frenchman I once was. That man’s appearance is gone, replaced by this… beast.”

Smiling, you let your hand reach up to touch his face, tracing the firm lines of his jaw, his fur silky beneath your fingers. “The appearance might be gone,” you whispered, “but your heart isn’t. Besides, I think I’m past wishing for a handsome prince on a white horse. French or not.”

A low chuckle vibrated through his chest. “You’ve got a strange way of looking at things.”

“And you’ve got a strange way of doubting yourself,” you shot back teasingly. “You might not be the Prince you once were, but you’re more than enough for me.”

“Don’t you regret it?” he asked quietly after a few seconds. “Mating with me? That I’ll always be… like this?”

“Oh, I am surprised but this is so lovely,” you murmured, hands caressing his shoulder. “It’s so lovely because I always wanted you to be mine. I've always felt attracted to you but was frightened to admit it. I was also scared you would reject me heartlessly."

“Never. I could never do that.” He took your hand, kissed the rose tattoo on your wrist.

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with love. “You are thoroughly mine, Alaric.“

For a moment, he stared at you and a soft, almost amused rumble escaped him. “You really are something,” he drawled, his free hand brushing the curve of your ass. “You’ve given me something I thought I could never have again." 

“I am yours,” you whispered. “I love you. All of you, my Beast.”

“I love you more, my thorny rose,” he said, his eyes dark with lust.

Smiling, you kissed and made love again —harder, hotter, and wetter.

THE END

[todaysdocument]

Letter from Boston Commissioner of Public Safety John Kehoe to Boston Police Commissioner Robert di Grazia

Record Group 21: Records of District Courts of the United StatesSeries: Tallulah Morgan et al v. James W. Hennigan et al Civil Action Case File # 72-0911

The Commonwealth of Massachusetts

Department of Public Safety

1010 Commonwealth Avenue, Boston

January 17, 1975

Commissioner Robert J. di Grazia

Boston Police Headquarters

154 Berkeley Street

Boston, Massachusetts

Dear Bob:

As you know, the State Police deploy 300 men to three schools in the South Boston area in the following manner and have done so since January 8, 1975:

South Boston High School: 90 troopers inside -- 50 troopers are stationed outside at the opening and dismissal of the High School and are utilized inside during school hours as relief to the above 90 men and also utilized when classes are changing.

Gavin Middle School: 30 troopers deployed outside during opening and dismissal and utilized inside when school is in session. 65 troopers on standby at the Commonwealth Pier, South Boston.

Dean Hart School: 15 troopers deployed outside at opening and dismissal and inside when classes are in session. In addition, there are 50 troopers utilized inside the school as a backup.

I have consulted with Deputy Superintendent America J. Sousa, Lieutenant Colonel Edward J. Teahan, and staff concerning the need for deploying men to the South Boston area.

As you are also aware, since the 300 men involves approximately one-half of our patrol troopers, it creates a tremendous drain on our patrol functions. Based upon the present needs, weather factor, and the fact that the 65 troopers at the Commonwealth Pier have not been utilized in any fashion since January 8th, it is my belief that this manpower of 65 troopers is not (illegible) at the present time. It is also believed that the Commissioner Robert J. di Grazia January 17, 1975

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50 troopers utilized as backup at the Dean Hart School could very well be cut at least 10 men, which is a total of 75 troopers that should be returned to normal duties.

In the event of a problem at South Boston High School, it is my firm belief that a total of 140 men would be sufficient to handle the situation, particularly in view of the fact that the availability of school bus drivers on short notice is present, as opposed to the problem that occurred in December when the Faith boy was stabbed. This, of course, would eliminate the long wait to get the buses to the High School for evacuation purposes in the event of a problem and, therefore, minimizes the possibility of a large gathering at South Boston High School because of the time factor.

In the event of a problem at the Gavin Middle School, the 50 backup troopers at the High School could be utilized both at Gavin or Dean Hart, and the same is true of the 40 remaining backup troopers at the Dean Hart School.

It is requested, therefore, that a total of 75 troopers be deleted from the 300 men now assigned to South Boston.

Very truly yours,

Jack

John F. Kehoe, Jr.

Commissioner

JFK:amm

[yronnia]

[Edit: check my reblog too, screenshots from the book kindly provided by spookydazechaos]

Agnesses Nyce and not so accurate prophecies with screenshots.

The full list below.

Some are unreadable (to me), so I inserted some X-es instead, where necessary. Interesting is, that Orient Chariot is mentioned twice, in prophecy nr. 3819 anf 4019.

Prophecy nr. 3012 is only one I cant allocate, dont tell me its about Aziraphale and Crowley, when Agness adressed Aziraphale by "angel" "thyf " and "principalitee", whats the bit about the dragons? Because they have wings?

1111- An the Great Hound sharl come

and the Two Powers sharl watch in V

Goeth Where is, Where they

Notte, and he sharl name it, True to l

and Hell sharl flee it

2213- I tell ye thyf, and I charge

ye with my wordes. Four shalle

ryde and Four shalle alfo ryde,

and Three sharl ryde the Skye

as twixt and Wonne shal ryde in

flames, and theyr shall be no stopping

themme, not fish, nor rayne nor rode, neirher

Deville nor Angel. And ye shalle be theyr also

2214- In December 1980 an Apple will arise no

man can eat. Invest thy money in Master Jobbes

thinking machine and good fortune

will tend thy days.

2315- Sumsay It cometh in Londo xxx or

New Yorke, butte they be Wronge, f xxx is

Taddes fild, Stronge inne hys powr, h xxxxke

a knight inee the fief, he divideth the xxx

4 partes, he bringeth the storme.

3001- Behinde the Eagles Neste a grate Ash hath fallen.

? 3007- Brings forth

For the devil lucks in plain sight.

Under an arc of pale moonlight.

3008- When that the angel readeth these

word of mine, in his shoppe of other mmennes

books, then the final days are certes upon us. Open

thyne eyes to understand. Open thyne eyes and rede

I do say, foolish principalitee, for thy cocoa doth

grow cold

3009- Seven, who hold the Scepther shall be killed,

xxx shall become a saint.

3011- xxThe?

and churces be laid open

opressed shall prevail, and oppose the cruen

foreginers. For a Boar of Cornwall shall give his

assistance and trample their necks under his feet

3012- A shower of blood shall rain and a ragging

famine shall afflict mankind. When dhese things

happen, the Red Dragon shall grieve, but when his

fatigue is over, he shall recover his strength. Then

shall misfortunes hasten upon the White Dragon,

and the buildings of his gardens be pulled down.

3017- I see Four Riding, bringing the Ende, and

the Angells of Hell ride with them, And Three sharl

Rise. And Four and Four Together be Four, and the

Dark Angel sharl Own Defeat, Yette the Manne

sharl claim his Own.

3477- Lette the wheel of Fate turne, let harts

en- join, there are othere Fyres than mine, when

the wynd blowethe the blos- soms, reach oute one

to anothere, for the calm cometh when Redde and

Whyte and BLacke and Pale approache to Pear is

Our Professioune.

3819- When Orients chariot

inverted be, four wheles in the

skye, a man with bruises be upon

Youre Bedde, achinge his head

for willowfine, a manne who

resterh with a pyn yette his

hart be.

3988- Whene menne of crocus come frome the

Earth and green manne frome thee Sky, yette ken

not why, and Plutos barres quitte the light- ning

castels, and sunken landes riseth, and Levia- than

runneth free, and Brazil is vert, then Three cometh

together and Four arise, upon iron horses ride, I tell

you the ende draweth nigh.

3989- He is not what he says he is

4009- Where the Hoggs back end the young

beast will take the world and Adams line will end

in fire and darkness.

4019- When Orients chariot inverted be a

man with bruises up thy bed, aching his head for

willow fine

4020- Let the wheel of fate turne, let harts

enjoin, there are other fyres than myne, when the

whirl wynd whirls, reach oute one to another.

5001- When the skies are xxxx, then ye

both must stand between the world and life and the

world of wae, where the iron bird lands no more

5004- When alle is fayed and all is done, ye

must choofe your faces wisely, for soon enouff

ye will be playing with fyre

[teamchasezwrites]

I need to get some thoughts off my chest about WWE. Feel free to comment! I don’t have anyone to chat with about wrestling! I’ll go back to my regularly scheduled fanfics.

Felt ranty. Might delete later. Idk.

-The IWC is exhausting.

-Drew McIntyre does not need a character pivot to attack the Bloodline. Not everything needs this grand backstory. He’s attacking them because of what they did to him. It’s perfectly fine.

-It’s exhausting how the Bloodline gets their ass kicked weekly while Roman never comes out to save any of them during this feud with Drew. It’s a major downside of Roman never actually wrestling on TV.

-The Judgement Day moving to feud with Wyatt 6 (if rumors are true) would not be Liv lowering herself. Wrestlers cannot be in the main event/top storylines all the time. It will not hurt her. She feuds w Wyatt 6 for a month or two. Then comes back into the IC/US title hunt or Championship. It will be fine. If done right (probably won’t be) both sides will move on to be fine.

-The Wyatt 6 should have 100% feuded with Judgement Day upon their debut.

-Liv and Rhea should have ended their feud at Bad Blood. Full stop. The name was in the title.

-same with Damian and Finn.

-Same with Roman and Solo. Though I will allow them to carry on to Survivor Series, but no further.

-With Drew inserting himself in Bloodline business, why are they still trying to push Solo? He’s coming across as a tantrum throwing younger sibling demanding “look at me!” While the Bloodline’s attention has turned to Drew.

-It’s perfectly acceptable for wrestlers to actually wrestle on TV and not just PLEs. They don’t have to wrestle every week, but it would do wonders for feuds if matches actually happened instead of promos and jawing.

-Raw on Netflix is gonna be some grand first episode and then revert back to Raw as it always is.

-Jey Uso and Drew McIntrye should have happened tonight like it used to be. Get attacked in the opening of the show? Match is scheduled that night. Not next week.

-STOP CHANGING ENTRANCE MUSIC!

-Rhea was always going to get the title back. It’s the story. She vacated it for injury. The story ends with her getting it back.

-KO should win the title at Royal Rumble but Cody should win it back at Elimination Chamber. If he doesn’t, that feud needs to stop.

-it’s okay for belts to change hands on Raw/SD. Once upon a time, the belts changed hands at house (live) shows.

-It’s okay for belts to change hands after a month. Even if they go back to the other person. Again. It helps the feud. It doesn’t make the reign bad.

-Matches on TV don’t always need to have a story or push an agenda. They can just wrestle.

-The Rock puts fans in the stands, will get a major pop, but ultimately wrestling does not need him and it’s extremely irritating that he pops in for no reason other than almost an “I’m bored”.

-Any match The Rock is in, does not need a title. The Rock v Roman (of that ever happens with a closing window) does not need a belt. They have The Head of The Table title.

-Wrestling does not need Roman either. (They have recovered from losing Cena, HHH, Undertaker, Shawn Michaels, Bret Hart, Hogan, etc.) He will forever sell merch and be a top seller no doubt, but the shows will be fine

-The draft needs to happen the week after Wrestlemania. Feuds end at the titular event. Hold the draft the following Monday and Friday and actually change up the rosters.

-STOP PUTTING THE TOP GUYS IN THE SAME FUED! (Looking at you Seth, Drew, Punk, Roman, Sami, Jey…) Jey can still be in the IC title picture. Bloodline can be a side quest. Shit man. That’s why people are tired of seeing Gunther v Damian. But what can they do?? There is no one else.

-please don’t give the/a belt to Charlotte immediately upon returning.

-Same with Becky. Let her feud with Liv since she made those few comments about retiring her. Again. No belt is needed.

-injuries/depleted roster really hurt the Raw’s women’s division and they never tried to jump those hurdles. That’s what caused Liv and Rhea to drag on. There was nothing else. It could have been handled differently. (Though still stand by it ending at Bad Blood.)

-We don’t need long title runs to solidify a reign. Not everyone can be billed as unbeatable (Goldberg, Lesner, Roman and not Gunther). Book them well for 2 months and it could be a great reign as one that hits a year.

[sergeifyodorov]

i cringe to even say this because it just feels so off but a (let's be honest, sidgeno) fic where sid goes to anaheim instead in 2005 (and maybe even baby bedard later if we dodge the conspiracy theories and just play pretend, as god intended) would rewrite my brain tbh. captain evgeni malkin? only seeing each other twice a year? a ducks v pens final? or it could even be like your tony fic but make sid go to other teams in a hell loop.....

now this is CERTAINLY an interesting prospect. the ducks in those days were so diff tho like... sid wouldve been teammates with SERGEI FEDOROV, RYAN GETZLAF, Hart-era COREY PERRY, and motherfucking TEEMU SELANNE... that's immediately a superteam. they won the cup in 2007 even without sid!!!! what even!!!!! maybe they'd still be the mighty ducks idk that branding change was a bad idea the old colouring/jersey goes kinda hard. sid with his pale, red-cheeked face, each feature somehow both too big and perfectly balanced, and that coal-dark hair in the Silly-Ass Ducks Jersey.

anyway with western conference sidney we'd have soooooo much more fun with the geno/ovi rivalry also... esp in 2009 when geno goes on that Conn Smythe Murderous Rampage (and defeats the caps on the way). sorry im temporarily ignoring sidgeno here but thinking thoughts anyway.

the real sid rival in that case would likely be the SHARKS.... ough. not that i know much abt that sharks era but they were so so good in there for so long (looking at them now makes this hard to believe but. it's true) and the SEDIN-ERA CANUCKS and EARLY KOPI KINGS.... all that to say the western road trips of the era would have thoroughly sucked for literally anyone who was anyone.

sorry nerding out about superteams. back to sidgeno we'd have to do this w like a.. hm. pittsburgh without sidney is different. they're still a reasonable team that's avoided having to be sold/moved but it's not hardly so much a hockey town. meanwhile anaheim's rabid; sid's practically a hollywood icon. not great when you're closeted, is it, to be a celebrity. so on his own eastern road trip, he slinks out in pittsburgh and walks until he finds a gay bar. and who does he see at this gay bar but a tall, familiar russian with an expressive face and hands the size of dinner plates?

because even a hockey superstar can get away with cruising in pittsburgh, because nobody cares in pittsburgh. the two of them get to talking, sid more to geno than geno to sid because sid's like, friendly and chatty and secretly so, so jealous of this kind of privacy. and it kind of. goes from there

[dailyanarchistposts]

F.7.1 Are competing governments anarchism?

No, of course not. Yet according to “anarcho”-capitalism, it is. This can be seen from the ideas of Gustave de Molinari.

Hart is on firmer ground when he argues that the 19th century French economist Gustave de Molinari is the true founder of “anarcho”-capitalism. With Molinari, he argues, “the two different currents of anarchist thought converged: he combined the political anarchism of Burke and Godwin with the nascent economic anarchism of Adam Smith and Say to create a new forms of anarchism” that has been called “anarcho-capitalism, or free market anarchism.” [Op. Cit., p. 269] Of course, Godwin (like other anarchists) did not limit his anarchism purely to “political” issues and so he discussed “economic anarchism” as well in his critique of private property (as Proudhon also did). As such, to artificially split anarchism into political and economic spheres is both historically and logically flawed. While some dictionaries limit “anarchism” to opposition to the state, anarchists did and do not.

The key problem for Hart is that Molinari refused to call himself an anarchist. He did not even oppose government, as Hart himself notes Molinari proposed a system of insurance companies to provide defence of property and “called these insurance companies ‘governments’ even though they did not have a monopoly within a given geographical area.” As Hart notes, Molinari was the sole defender of such free-market justice at the time in France. [David M. Hart, “Gustave de Molinari and the Anti-statist Liberal Tradition: Part II”, pp. 399–434, Journal of Libertarian Studies, vol. V, no. 4, p. 415 and p. 411] Molinari was clear that he wanted “a regime of free government,” counterpoising “monopolist or communist governments” to “free governments.” This would lead to ���freedom of government” rather than its abolition (i.e., not freedom from government). For Molinari the future would not bring “the suppression of the state which is the dream of the anarchists … It will bring the diffusion of the state within society. That is … ‘a free state in a free society.’” [quoted by Hart, Op. Cit., p. 429, p. 411 and p. 422] As such, Molinari can hardly be considered an anarchist, even if “anarchist” is limited to purely being against government.

Moreover, in another sense Molinari was in favour of the state. As we discuss in section F.6, these companies would have a monopoly within a given geographical area — they have to in order to enforce the property owner’s power over those who use, but do not own, the property in question. The key contradiction can be seen in Molinari’s advocating of company towns, privately owned communities (his term was a “proprietary company”). Instead of taxes, people would pay rent and the “administration of the community would be either left in the hands of the company itself or handled special organisations set up for this purpose.” Within such a regime “those with the most property had proportionally the greater say in matters which affected the community.” If the poor objected then they could simply leave. [Op. Cit., pp. 421–2 and p. 422]

Given this, the idea that Molinari was an anarchist in any form can be dismissed. His system was based on privatising government, not abolishing it (as he himself admitted). This would be different from the current system, of course, as landlords and capitalists would be hiring police directly to enforce their decisions rather than relying on a state which they control indirectly. This system would not be anarchist as can be seen from American history. There capitalists and landlords created their own private police forces and armies, which regularly attacked and murdered union organisers and strikers. As an example, there is Henry Ford’s Service Department (private police force):

“In 1932 a hunger march of the unemployed was planned to march up to the gates of the Ford plant at Dearborn… The machine guns of the Dearborn police and the Ford Motor Company’s Service Department killed [four] and wounded over a score of others… Ford was fundamentally and entirely opposed to trade unions. The idea of working men questioning his prerogatives as an owner was outrageous … [T]he River Rouge plant… was dominated by the autocratic regime of Bennett’s service men. Bennett .. organise[d] and train[ed] the three and a half thousand private policemen employed by Ford. His task was to maintain discipline amongst the work force, protect Ford’s property [and power], and prevent unionisation… Frank Murphy, the mayor of Detroit, claimed that ‘Henry Ford employs some of the worst gangsters in our city.’ The claim was well based. Ford’s Service Department policed the gates of his plants, infiltrated emergent groups of union activists, posed as workers to spy on men on the line… Under this tyranny the Ford worker had no security, no rights. So much so that any information about the state of things within the plant could only be freely obtained from ex-Ford workers.” [Huw Beynon, Working for Ford, pp. 29–30]

The private police attacked women workers handing out pro-union leaflets and gave them “a severe beating.” At Kansas and Dallas “similar beatings were handed out to the union men.” This use of private police to control the work force was not unique. General Motors “spent one million dollars on espionage, employing fourteen detective agencies and two hundred spies at one time [between 1933 and 1936]. The Pinkerton Detective Agency found anti-unionism its most lucrative activity.” [Op. Cit., p. 34 and p. 32] We must also note that the Pinkerton’s had been selling their private police services for decades before the 1930s. For over 60 years the Pinkerton Detective Agency had “specialised in providing spies, agent provocateurs, and private armed forces for employers combating labour organisations.” By 1892 it “had provided its services for management in seventy major labour disputes, and its 2,000 active agents and 30,000 reserves totalled more than the standing army of the nation.” [Jeremy Brecher, Strike!, p. 55] With this force available, little wonder unions found it so hard to survive in the USA.

Only an “anarcho”-capitalist would deny that this is a private government, employing private police to enforce private power. Given that unions could be considered as “defence” agencies for workers, this suggests a picture of how “anarcho”-capitalism may work in practice radically different from than that produced by its advocates. The reason is simple, it does not ignore inequality and subjects property to an anarchist analysis. Little wonder, then, that Proudhon stressed that it “becomes necessary for the workers to form themselves into democratic societies, with equal conditions for all members, on pain of a relapse into feudalism.” Anarchism, in other words, would see ”[c]apitalistic and proprietary exploitation stopped everywhere, the wage system abolished” and so “the economic organisation [would] replac[e] the governmental and military system.” [The General Idea of the Revolution, p. 227 and p. 281] Clearly, the idea that Proudhon shared the same political goal as Molinari is a joke. He would have dismissed such a system as little more than an updated form of feudalism in which the property owner is sovereign and the workers subjects (also see section B.4).

Unsurprisingly, Molinari (unlike the individualist anarchists) attacked the jury system, arguing that its obliged people to “perform the duties of judges. This is pure communism.” People would “judge according to the colour of their opinions, than according to justice.” [quoted by Hart, Op. Cit., p. 409] As the jury system used amateurs (i.e. ordinary people) rather than full-time professionals it could not be relied upon to defend the power and property rights of the rich. As we noted in section F.6.1, Rothbard criticised the individualist anarchists for supporting juries for essentially the same reasons.

But, as is clear from Hart’s account, Molinari had little concern that working class people should have a say in their own lives beyond consuming goods and picking bosses. His perspective can be seen from his lament that in those “colonies where slavery has been abolished without the compulsory labour being replaced with an equivalent quantity of free [sic!] labour [i.e., wage labour], there has occurred the opposite of what happens everyday before our eyes. Simple workers have been seen to exploit in their turn the industrial entrepreneurs, demanding from them wages which bear absolutely no relation to the legitimate share in the product which they ought to receive. The planters were unable to obtain for their sugar a sufficient price to cover the increase in wages, and were obliged to furnish the extra amount, at first out of their profits, and then out of their very capital. A considerable number of planters have been ruined as a result … It is doubtless better that these accumulations of capital should be destroyed than that generations of men should perish [Marx: ‘how generous of M. Molinari’] but would it not be better if both survived?” [quoted by Karl Marx, Capital, vol. 1, p. 937f]

So workers exploiting capital is the “opposite of what happens everyday before our eyes”? In other words, it is normal that entrepreneurs “exploit” workers under capitalism? Similarly, what is a “legitimate share” which workers “ought to receive”? Surely that is determined by the eternal laws of supply and demand and not what the capitalists (or Molinari) thinks is right? And those poor former slave drivers, they really do deserve our sympathy. What horrors they face from the impositions subjected upon them by their ex-chattels — they had to reduce their profits! How dare their ex-slaves refuse to obey them in return for what their ex-owners think was their “legitimate share in the produce”! How “simple” these workers were, not understanding the sacrifices their former masters suffer nor appreciating how much more difficult it is for their ex-masters to create “the product” without the whip and the branding iron to aid them! As Marx so rightly comments: “And what, if you please, is this ‘legitimate share’, which, according to [Molinari’s] own admission, the capitalist in Europe daily neglects to pay? Over yonder, in the colonies, where the workers are so ‘simple’ as to ‘exploit’ the capitalist, M. Molinari feels a powerful itch to use police methods to set on the right road that law of supply and demand which works automatically everywhere else.” [Op. Cit., p. 937f]

An added difficulty in arguing that Molinari was an anarchist is that he was a contemporary of Proudhon, the first self-declared anarchist, and lived in a country with a vigorous anarchist movement. Surely if he was really an anarchist, he would have proclaimed his kinship with Proudhon and joined in the wider movement. He did not, as Hart notes as regards Proudhon:

“their differences in economic theory were considerable, and it is probably for this reason that Molinari refused to call himself an anarchist in spite of their many similarities in political theory. Molinari refused to accept the socialist economic ideas of Proudhon .. . in Molinari’s mind, the term ‘anarchist’ was intimately linked with socialist and statist economic views.” [Op. Cit., p. 415]

Yet Proudhon’s economic views, like Godwin’s, flowed from his anarchist analysis and principles. They cannot be arbitrarily separated as Hart suggests. So while arguing that “Molinari was just as much an anarchist as Proudhon,” Hart forgets the key issue. Proudhon was aware that private property ensured that the proletarian did not exercise “self-government” during working hours, i.e. that he was ruled by another. As for Hart claiming that Proudhon had “statist economic views” it simply shows how far an “anarcho”-capitalist perspective is from genuine anarchism. Proudhon’s economic analysis, his critique of private property and capitalism, flowed from his anarchism and was an integral aspect of it.

By restricting anarchism purely to opposition to the state, Hart is impoverishing anarchist theory and denying its history. Given that anarchism was born from a critique of private property as well as government, this shows the false nature of Hart’s claim that “Molinari was the first to develop a theory of free-market, proprietary anarchism that extended the laws of the market and a rigorous defence of property to its logical extreme.” [Op. Cit., p. 415 and p. 416] Hart shows how far from anarchism Molinari was as Proudhon had turned his anarchist analysis to property, showing that “defence of property” lead to the oppression of the many by the few in social relationships identical to those which mark the state. Moreover, Proudhon, argued the state would always be required to defend such social relations. Privatising it would hardly be a step forward.

Unsurprisingly, Proudhon dismissed the idea that the laissez faire capitalists shared his goals. “The school of Say,” Proudhon argued, was “the chief focus of counter-revolution next to the Jesuits” and “has for ten years past seemed to exist only to protect and applaud the execrable work of the monopolists of money and necessities, deepening more and more the obscurity of a science [economics] naturally difficult and full of complications” (much the same can be said of “anarcho”-capitalists, incidentally). For Proudhon, “the disciples of Malthus and of Say, who oppose with all their might any intervention of the State in matters commercial or industrial, do not fail to avail themselves of this seemingly liberal attitude, and to show themselves more revolutionary than the Revolution. More than one honest searcher has been deceived thereby.” However, this apparent “anti-statist” attitude of supporters of capitalism is false as pure free market capitalism cannot solve the social question, which arises because of capitalism itself. As such, it was impossible to abolish the state under capitalism. Thus “this inaction of Power in economic matters was the foundation of government. What need should we have of a political organisation, if Power once permitted us to enjoy economic order?” Instead of capitalism, Proudhon advocated the “constitution of Value,” the “organisation of credit,” the elimination of interest, the “establishment of workingmen’s associations” and “the use of a just price.” [The General Idea of the Revolution, p. 225, p. 226 and p. 233]

Clearly, then, the claims that Molinari was an anarchist fail as he, unlike his followers, was aware of what anarchism actually stood for. Hart, in his own way, acknowledges this:

“In spite of his protestations to the contrary, Molinari should be considered an anarchist thinker. His attack on the state’s monopoly of defence must surely warrant the description of anarchism. His reluctance to accept this label stemmed from the fact that the socialists had used it first to describe a form of non-statist society which Molinari definitely opposed. Like many original thinkers, Molinari had to use the concepts developed by others to describe his theories. In his case, he had come to the same political conclusions as the communist anarchists although he had been working within the liberal tradition, and it is therefore not surprising that the terms used by the two schools were not compatible. It would not be until the latter half of the twentieth century that radical, free-trade liberals would use the word ‘anarchist’ to describe their beliefs.” [Op. Cit., p. 416]

It should be noted that Proudhon was not a communist-anarchist, but the point remains (as an aside, Rothbard also showed his grasp of anarchism by asserting that “the demented Bakunin” was a “leading anarcho-communist,” who “emphasised [the lumpenproletariat] in the 1840s.” [The Logic of Action II, p. 388 and p. 381] Which would have been impressive as not only did Bakunin become an anarchist in the 1860s, anarcho-communism, as anyone with even a basic knowledge of anarchist history knows, developed after his death nor did Bakunin emphasise the lumpenproletariat as the agent of social change, Rothbardian and Marxian inventions not withstanding). The aims of anarchism were recognised by Molinari as being inconsistent with his ideology. Consequently, he (rightly) refused the label. If only his self-proclaimed followers in the “latter half of the twentieth century” did the same then anarchists would not have to bother with them!

It does seem ironic that the founder of “anarcho”-capitalism should have come to the same conclusion as modern day anarchists on the subject of whether his ideas are a form of anarchism or not!

[katmajik]

🏳️‍🌈 *shania twain voice* let’s go, gays

• ᴡʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪʙᴇ? : a sex shop comedy/romance

☎️ workplace comedy based on true events

❤️‍🩹 mental health rep

😍 love at first sight (and the resultant panic)

🌈 demisexual/bisexual romance

🥤 comically large beverages as a love language

• ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴇx ᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅʏ : a millennial coming-of-age parody

💿 early 2000s

🎬 millennial teen comedy

💫 one night

🤝 virginity pact…

🌈 …but she’s asexual

🤫 fake relationship

💞 (not really) unrequited crushes

• cover designs by @redbelles

• (htsatsc) title font by peax-webdesign

(blurbs under the cut)

ᴡʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪʙᴇ?

💓 What’s love at first sight without a little crisis of sexual identity?

Milo Lamoree is livin’ the glamorous life of a sex shop sales rep, forever explaining to grown adults what they should and should not be sticking inside of themselves and/or others. He’s not doing any sticking himself—his demisexuality hasn’t exactly enticed any “hot young singles in your area.” But considering his clientele’s whackadoo misconceptions about anatomy, etc., it’s not like Milo has the leftover energy to fall in love, anyway.

…Well, too bad.

Stevie Hart has heard it said that being bisexual means you have more options, meanwhile she has experienced that not at all. Her love life is all unsolicited—ahem—pics (you know the ones) and straight couples looking for an experimental third. No thanks. When you’re already managing your own debilitating agoraphobia, who has time to deal with whatever’s going on with those people? Falling in love isn’t worth the mess.

…Until it is.

Along with their meddling mutual friends, Possibly The Worst Ex In The World, and a totally bangin’ soundtrack, Stevie and Milo hit every major identity crisis (sexual, spiritual, existential, you get it) on their way to finding each other—and themselves.

(And if they happen to also find the best title of an adult film while they’re at it? That’s just the rainbow sprinkles on top.)

ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴇx ᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅʏ

💿 Once upon the early 2000s…

Trixie Taylor is asexual—she just doesn’t know that’s an option. So imagine her consternation, when the deadline for the virginity pact she made in eighth grade is now upon her. It’s her last high school party, and the entire graduating class has heard that Trixie’s ready to swipe her V-card tonight.

So. No time to panic.

Ready or not, she’s got someone in mind to help her…

Riot Shane is every bit the loser virgin his friends roast him for being, and way more than his rebel reputation suggests (things would be different if he’d get his GED and a haircut, but oh well). When incurable crush Trixie Taylor asks for his help, Riot finds himself playing fake boyfriend, real bodyguard, and the house party’s errand boy. 

Welp. At least responsibility’s never looked as good as it does with his dream girl in the passenger seat.

Ready or not, the night’s only just begun…

links again!

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Song: Die For 2023

Artist: AdamMusic

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Here's the list of the TV Shows I used

: -Loki Season 2, Ironheart, The Legend Of Vox Machina, Star Wars: The Bad Batch, The 90s Show: Revamp, Tokyo Revengers, Poker Face, The Last of Us, Foundation, The Consultant, American Born Chinese, Squid Game: The Challenge, Sex Education Season 4, Chucky Season 3, Gen V, One Piece, Wilderness, Scott Pilgrim Takes Off - You Season 4, Freeridge, Lockwood & Co., Kings of Jo'burg Season 2, The Snow Girl, The Exchange, Velma Season 1, Night Court, How I Met Your Father Season 2, School Spirits, Succession Season 4, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Goosebumps, Lesson in Chemistry, Monarch: Legacy of Monsters, Never Have I Ever, Ahsoka, The Morning Show Season 3, Invasion Season 2, The Witcher Season 3, Invincible Season 2, Foundation Season 2, Special Ops: Lioness, Secret Invasion Season 1, The Lions of Sicily Season 1 -Grease: The Rise of Pink Ladies, The Chemistry of Death, Carnival Row, Shahmaran, The Fall of the House of Usher, Our Flag Means Death Season 2, The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon, Twisted Metal, Kizazi Moto: Generation Fire, The Summer I Turned Pretty Season 2, The Afterparty Season 2, Black Mirror Season 6, Jack Ryan Season 4, The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart, The Idol, Hijack, The Crowded Room, Based on a True Story, True Detective, Platonic, FUBAR, City on Fire, All the Light We Cannot See, Bupkis, Gremlins: Secrets of the Mogwai, The Muppets Mayhem, Silo, Drops of God, Citadel, Dead Ringers, Florida Man, Angel City, Love & Death, Nolly, Only Murders In The Building, Fellow Travelers, Fargo Season 5, What If Season 3, The Curse, Cleopatra, The Morning Show

[xfulminare]

( aiysha hart / cis woman and she/her ) here ye here ye — the riverlands welcomes LADY RENYSE CARON of NIGHTSONG. king matthos baratheon is glad that the THIRTY - TWO year old appears to be resilient and he shall overlook that it’s said they are also avoidant, as long as they are glad to celebrate peace in the seven kingdoms. fortunately for them, matthos remains oblivious that they ARE happy with his reign.

Name: Renyse Caron Age: thirty-two Orientation: demisexual, demiromantic Loyalties: House Caron, House Baratheon but especially Matthos Religious affiliation: Faith of the Seven, prays to the Mother and The Crone most regularly. Appearance: long, raven hair that she lets grow to her waist though it is usually pulled back from her face, dark eyes and brows, slender build and tall at 5'10 Gait: she tends to be extremely light footed, slight delicate steps taken as an old habit picked up from childhood when she wanted to pass unnoticed. Movements are usually lithe, graceful and carefully planned. Aesthetic:

Family: -

Father: Ronnet Caron (deceased) Mother: Joy (deceased) Siblings: Royce Caron (half-brother) & Caron (half-sister) Extended family: Vysena Caron (sister-in-law), House Mallister (former in laws), Bryce & Bryanne Caron (niece & nephew) Marital status: widowed, married to Garrett Mallister (deceased)

Personality: -

Traits: resilient, pragmatic, melancholic, curious, avoidant, dependable, resourceful, distant, intelligent, empathetic, introspective, perceptive, reserved, self-effacing. Values: Renyse's morals tend to lean towards what she considers just and right so she appreciates honesty and integrity. But most of all she values kindness, not seeing the trait as a weakness but rather a strength. Fears: she fears being irrelevant. Not in the future, she has no aspirations for her name to be one that's remembered for generations. But she fears being irrelevant now, that there's no space for her to be of use within her family and that she's unneeded by others. That her absence would go unnoticed. Moral Alignment: neutral good Temperament: phlegmatic Zodiac: cancer sun, pisces moon, taurus rising Inspiration: jane bennet (pride and prejudice), elinor dashwood (sense and sensibility), gwen (merlin), eliza hamilton (hamilton) and meg march (little women)

Biography: -

tl;dr - basically it's sad girl hours but she looks v pretty doing it. Up until the age of three she was raised by her mother until she was no longer able to care for Renyse. It was then that she was left at Nightsong to be taken in by her father. It was something of a lonely, isolated upbringing aside from her siblings and so she grew up quiet and solemn. After she was legitimised she became a lady in waiting for Argella and much later one for Joanna too. True happiness came later when she was married, an arrangement but one that nonetheless brought her joy and love. It only lasted three years though as her husband died and she returned to Nightsong and rules it in her brother's stead, helping to raise her niece and nephews.

tw for death, parental neglect

The first three years of her life were spent with her mother, the daughter of a blacksmith who'd been working in the kitchen's at Nightsong. With the help of her family she was able to raise Renyse and it was a relatively happy existence until an accident meant that her grandfather could no longer work and her mother could no longer afford to keep her.

Having heard how Lord Caron had taken in another of his bastards, Renyse was left at Nightsong in the hope that she would receive the same treatment. Later in life she would be told endlessly that she should be grateful to have been taken in by the man who was her father. That he was providing a life that she was lucky to have. But she struggled to feel that in a place where she knew that she was barely wanted, even if life was technically more comfortable, leaving her almost always on edge.

The only salve to the discomfort she felt at her new surroundings was her brother, Royce. She took solace in his company and found the days in Nightsong easier when they got to spend time with one another. But after five years, Royce was sent away, leaving her feeling isolated and alone once more.

With Ronnet barely caring about how she spent her time, Renyse spent much of it retreating into herself. She found ways to escape Nightsong in her mind, journeying to other parts of Westeros through the books she read and learning about the history and politics of the Seven Kingdoms.

She was fourteen when the Greyjoys rebelled and though Ronnet remained at Nightsong, Renyse quickly realised that her father was mismanaging their resources. She intervened where she could, trying to do so subtly so that she wouldn't draw his ire. At Nightsong itself resources were scarce but the were able to send men and ensure they had what they needed.

Legitimacy came with the end of the war, Matthos granting it to the Caron siblings. Seeing little in her life changing if she still had to live alongside Ronnet and trying but failing to intervene where she could when it came to the debt she saw him plunging them further into, Renyse sought out connections elsewhere.

She served Princess Argella as her lady in waiting, following her to the Westerlands with her marriage. Two years later, when their father died she was certain it would be nothing but a struggle for Royce to get Nightsong in some kind of order and so she returned to help him.

Not long after her twenty-fourth nameday she decided that it was almost getting past time that she was married and so ever the pragmatist she drew up a list of potential husbands she felt would benefit her House and her King. The neatly written list was then handed to her brother, giving him the opportunity to choose a favourite for himself. A few months later a match was arranged between herself and the Mallister heir.

Renyse had long since learnt not to let her hopes rise for anything and so her expectations were kept low. She rationalised that she would be the best wife she could possibly be, she was adaptable and even if love didn't grow between them she was certain she would at least love her children. The worst case scenario had already been thought of, turned over in her mind and she could easily convince herself without a doubt that she could bear it.

But what she was entirely unprepared for was Garrett himself. To her surprise he seemed smitten from the very first meeting and she found it almost impossible to resist his warmth. It would be an exaggeration to say that he was the first person to ever make her smile ( she does so adore her family, after all ) but he was the first to make her laugh in a way that made joy spark and burn through her, setting her soul alight.

Their marriage was a happy one and Renyse slowly allowed herself to relax into the idea that perhaps the rest of her life would be content, one filled with stability and love. Even though Garrett's duties as heir meant that their time together was often sporadic and scattered, snatching days together and, if they were lucky, sometimes weeks. When they weren't together they wrote, detailed letters keeping the closeness between them despite distance.

They had just entered into their third year of marriage when news was received that he wouldn't be coming home like planned. The report that Garrett had intervened to keep the peace but the skirmish had turned fatal, robbing her of her husband. In her grief she found staying at Seagard too difficult and so returned to Nightsong.

While she has remained there the majority for the four years since, helping her goodsister with the running of it as much as she can, there was a brief spell of a few months she served as a handmaiden to the queen. The motivation was to send information back to Argella but the appointment was short lived.

Headcanons: -

As a young child she'd often struggled with sleep, especially once she was moved into Nightsong and she was adjusting to her surroundings. Many a night was spent gazing at the night sky as she counted stars to make herself tired enough to sleep. As she grew older her fondness for the stars only grew and she began to study them with books she'd found. There are still sleepless nights for her and she inevitably finds herself looking skyward hoping the familiarity of the host of stars can lull her into sleep.

Whilst at Seagard she made full use of their library, exploring tomes that she hadn't seen before and on more than one occasion she found flowers slipped between the pages of the books - a gift from Garrett. This continued even when they were separated, him sending his letters with a pressed flower between the pages. It's a tradition that she carries on now as a private memorial to him, picking a flower in bloom and pressing it between the pages of whatever tome has her attention.

At the behest of her brother Renyse learnt archery under the instruction of Nightsong's master at arms. She wasn't a natural at it but because it was important to Royce she put in the time and efforts so she's now a better shot than her brother but would never claim to be anything but proficient. Practise is maintained so she doesn't lose the skill she invested so much time into.

She's taught herself to read Valyrian but has never heard it spoken before.

Connections: -

Friends - probably someone she met while at court or in the Westerlands as Argella's lady in waiting or in the Riverlands while she was married into House Mallister.

Pen pals - someone she perhaps only met briefly but they bonded enough to start writing to each other. Renyse's letters would most likely consist of things she had found interesting in her reading and she'd have been likely to copy out whole pages of text for the other to read. She'd have been supportive and a level head means her advice is usually sound. A closeness has developed between them despite the distance and little time spent in each others company.

Former in laws - full wc can be found here. could be angsty, could be wholesome, could be somewhere in between.

Political challenge - the Carons are Baratheon supporters, of Matthos himself especially. Renyse feels indebted to him and also follows her brother's lead but she's smart enough to recognise that he's not always a great king. It would be interesting to see someone challenge her stance ( gently please ) and see if she'd ever confess to those feelings.

Slowburn - it's about the pining and the yearning, the not realising your feelings until your almost half in love. Renyse has already had a deep love in her life with her husband and I think she believes that that is the only time that it will happen for her. I'd love a relationship that slowly builds - whether that be friendship that turns into something more or perhaps they're thrown together for another reason. If you are at all interested I have vibes lined up ready and waiting.

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September Books

(We're just going to continue this set up of my books read. It's so much easier and I'm so lazy.)

Read Me - Lauren Connolly ⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Ex I'd Love to Hate - Nadia Lee ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Distance - Luna Mason ⭐⭐⭐ Detonate - Luna Mason ⭐⭐ The Court the Fae Forgot - Eden Beck ⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Heir the Fae Forgot - Eden Beck ⭐⭐ Psycho Shifters - Jasmine Mas ⭐⭐⭐ The Viridian Priestess - Katarina Calandra ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Ruin and Roses - Deanna Ortega ⭐⭐ Burn for Jack - Aiden Pierce ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Nora's Kraken - Leigh Miller ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Never King - Nikki St. Crowe ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Dark One - Nikki St. Crowe ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Their Vicious Darling - Nikki St. Crowe ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Fae Princes - Nikki St. Crowe ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Brightest Light of Sunshine - Lisina Coney ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Finding You - Lena Hendrix ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Book of G - Lily Archer ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ River of Shadows - Karina Halle ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Crown of Crimson - Karina Halle ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Disgrace - Brittainy C. Cherry ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ City of Thorns - C. N. Crawford ⭐⭐⭐ The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue - V. E. Schwab ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Thieves and Monsters - Clio Evans ⭐⭐⭐ No Saint - Ria Wilde ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Furbidden Attraction - R. O'Leary ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Between Commitment and Betrayal - Shain Rose ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Cold-Hearted King - L. M. Dalgleish ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Shattered Vows - Shain Rose ⭐⭐⭐ Power of Five - Alex Lidell ⭐⭐ The Unwanted Marriage - Catharina Maura ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Irreplaceable - Jenna Hartley ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Captive of Wolves - Eva Chase ⭐⭐ The Darkest Note - Nelia Alarcon ⭐ Rouge - Greer Rivers ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Divine Rivals - Rebecca Ross ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ My True Love - Melissa Foster ⭐⭐⭐⭐ You Only Love Once - Emily James ⭐ Captured - Rosa Lee ⭐ Contempt - A. Zavarelli ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Nights of Iron and Ink - Shannon Durey ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Contractually Yours - Nadia Lee ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Long Live - V. B. Lacey ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Owned by the Italian Mafia Don - Rosalie Rose ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Fifth Avenue Fling - Rosa Lucas ⭐⭐⭐ When She Falls - Gabrielle Sands ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Luck - Daisy Allen ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Limits - Susie Tate ⭐⭐⭐ Inevitable - Kelly Kelsey ⭐⭐ Loner - Harloe Rae ⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Taste of Revenge - Veronica Lancet ⭐⭐⭐ The Foiled Plan - Veronica Lancet ⭐⭐⭐ Nomad's Bride - Rachel Cade ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Forever After All - Catharina Maura ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Devil's Bargain - Carin Hart ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Dirty Truths - Brittanee Nicole ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Extra Dirty - Brittanee Nicole ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ An Inconvenient Marriage - A. K. MacBride ⭐⭐⭐ Unperfect - Susie Tate ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Unworthy - Susie Tate ⭐⭐⭐ And Then Came You - M. L. Broome ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Flawless - Elsie Silver ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Heartless - Elsie Silver ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Powerless - Elsie Silver ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Wicked Beautiful Lies - L. A. Ferro ⭐⭐⭐ Fractured Freedom - Shain Rose ⭐⭐⭐⭐

66 total books read for September 2023

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Autopsy Report Text

Monday, July 14, 1997 Coroner's Report

Appeal from the District Court of Boulder County, State of Colorado, to the Colorado court of Appeals. Opinion issued & judgment entered June 02, 1997, before Chief Judge Sternberg, Hume and Plank, JJ. COURT OF APPEALS, STATE OF COLORADO 2 East Fourteenth Avenue, Suite 300 Denver, Colorado 80203 (303) 837-3785

MANDATE Court of Appeals No. 97CA0891 Trial Court No. 97CV133

JOHN E. MEYER, M.D. AS CORONER OF BOULDER COUNTY V ABC., INC.; BOULDER PUBLISHING, INC.; CBS, INC.; DENVER POST CORPORATION; LEHMAN COMMUNICATIONS, INC.; NBC, INC.; AND MCGRAW-HILL BROADCASTING, INC., D/B/A/ KMGH TV,

This cause came to be heard on the record on appeal from the District Court of the County of Boulder State of Colorado, and was argued by counsel. On consideration thereof, it is ordered that the Order of said Court is AFFIRMED.

Date: July 14, 1997 PATRICK STANFORD, Clerk of the Court By: Deputy Court Clerk

COURT OF APPEALS STATE OF COLORADO Certified to be a full, true and correct copy. DATE: July 14, 1997 Clerk of the Court of Appeals By: Catherine Cunningham Deputy Clerk

SUPREME COURT, STATE OF COLORADO CASE NO. 97SC471 CERTIORARI TO THE COLORADO COURT OF APPEALS, 97CA0891 DISTRICT COURT, BOULDER COUNTY, 97CV133

ORDER OF COURT

JOHN E. MEYER, M.D., as coroner of Boulder County, Petitioner,

v.

ABC, INC.; BOULDER PUBLISHING, INC.; CBS, INC.; DENVER POST CORPORATION; LEHMAN COMMUNICATIONS, INC.; NBC, INC.; AND MCGRAW-HILL BROADCASTING, INC., d/b/a KMGH TV, Intervenors-Respondents.

Upon consideration of the Petition for Writ of Certiorari to the Colorado Court of Appeals, and after review of the record, the briefs, and the judgment of said Court of Appeals, IT IS THIS DAY ORDERED that said Petition for Writ of Certiorari shall be, and same hereby is, DENIED.

BY THE COURT, EN BANC, JULY 14, 1997.

cc: Madeline J Mason Deputy County Attorney Andrew R. Macdonald Assistant County Attorney P.O. Box 471 Boulder, CO 80306 Thomas B. Kelley Steven D. Zansberg FAEORE & BENSEN, LLP 2500 Republic Plaza 370 Seventeenth Street Denver, CO 80202-4004

A. Bruce Jones HOLLAND & HART, LLP 555 Seventeenth St., Suite 3200 P.O. Box 8749 Denver, CO 80201-8000

Honorable Carol Glowinsky Boulder County District Court P.O. Box 4249 Boulder, CO 80306-4249

Clerk of the District Court Boulder County District Court P.O. Box 4249 Boulder, CO 80306-4249

Patrick H. Stanford, Clerk Colorado Court of Appeals

AUTOPSY REPORT NAME: RAMSEY, JONBENET AUTOPSY NO. 96A-155 DOB: 08/06/90 DEATH D/T: 12/26/96 @ 1323 AGE: 6Y AUTOPSY D/T: 12/27/96 @ 0815 SEX: F ID NO: 137712 PATH MD: MEYER COR/MEDREC#: 1714-96-A TYPE: COR

FINAL DIAGNOSIS:

I. Ligature strangulation A. Circumferential ligature with associated ligature furrow of neck

B. Abrasions and petechial hemorrhages, neck

C. Petechial hemorrhages, conjunctival surfaces of eyes and skin of face

II. Craniocerebral injuries A. Scalp contusion

B. Linear, comminuted fracture of right side of skull

C. Linear pattern of contusions of right cerebral hemisphere

D. subarachnoid and subdural hemorrhage

E. Small contusions, tips of temporal lobes

III. Abrasion of right cheek

IV. Abrasion/contusion, posterior right shoulder

V. Abrasions of left lower back and posterior left lower leg

VI. Abrasion and vancular congestion of vaginal mucosa

VII. Ligature of right wrist

Toxicologic Studies

blood ethanol - none detected blood drug screen - no drugs detected

CLINOCOPATHOLIGICAL CORRELATION: Cause of death of this six year old female is asphyxia by strangulation associated with craniocerebral trauma.

John E. Meyer M.D. Pathologist

jn/12/27/96 The body of this six year old female was first seen by me after I was called to an address identified as 755 - 15th street in Boulder, Colorado, on 12/26/96. I arrived at the scene approximately 8 PM on 12/26 and entered the house where the decedent's body was located at approximately 8:20 PM.

A brief examination of the body disclosed a ligature around the neck and a ligature around the right wrist. Also noted was a small area of abrasion or contusion below the right ear on the lateral aspect of the right cheek. A prominent dried abrasion was present on the lower left neck. After examining the body, I left the residence at approximately 8:30 PM.

EXTERNAL EVIDENCE OF INJURY: Located just below the right ear at the right angle of the mandible, 1.5 inches below the right external auditory canal is a 3/8 x 1/4 inch area of rust colored abrasion. In the lateral aspect of the left lower eyelid on the inner conjunctival surface is a 1 mm in maximum dimension petechial hemorrhage. Very fine, less than 1 mm petechial hemorrhages are present on the skin of the upper eyelids bilaterally as well as on the lateral left cheek. On everything the left upper eyelid there are much smaller, less than 1 mm petechial hemorrhages located on the conjunctival surface. Possible petechial hemorrhages are also seen on the conjunctival surfaces of the right upper and lower eyelids, but liver mortis on this side of the face makes definite identification difficult.

A deep ligature furrow encircles the entire neck. The width of the furrow varies from one- eight of an inch to five/sixteenths of an inch and is horizontal in orientation, with little upward deviation. The skin of the anterior neck above and below the ligature furrow contains areas of petechial hemorrhage and abrasion encompassing an area measuring approximately 3 x 2 inches. The ligature furrow crosses the anterior midline of the neck just below the laryngeal prominence, approximately at the level of the cricoid cartilage. It is almost completely horizontal with slight upward deviation from the horizontal towards the back of the neck. The midline of the furrow mark on the anterior neck is 8 inches below the top of the head. The midline of the furrow mark on the posterior neck is 6.75 inches below the top of the head.

The area of abrasion and petechial hemorrhage of the skin of the anterior neck includes on the lower left neck, just to the left of the midline, a roughly triangular, parchment-like rust colored abrasion which measures 1.5 inches in length with a maximum width of 0.75 inches. This roughly triangular shaped abrasion is obliquely oriented with the apex superior and lateral. The remainder of the abrasions and petechial hemorrhages of the skin above and below the anterior projection of the ligature furrow are nonpatterned, purple to rust colored, and present in the midline, right, and left areas of the anterior neck. The skin just above the ligature furrow along the right side of the neck contains petechial hemorrhage composed of multiple confluent very small petechial hemorrhages as well as several larger petechial hemorrhages measuring up to one-sixteenth and one-eight of an inch in maximum dimension. Similar smaller petechial hemorrhages are present on the skin below the ligature furrow on the left lateral aspect of the neck. Located on the right side of the chin is a three-sixteenths by one-eight of an inch area of superficial abrasion. On the posterior aspect of the right shoulder is a poorly demarcated, very superficial focus of abrasion/contusion which is pale purple in color and measures up to three-quarters by one-half inch in maximum dimension. Several linear aggregates of petechial hemorrhages are present in the anterior left shoulder just above deltopectoral groove. These measure up to one inch in length by one-sixteenth to one-eight of an inch in width. On the left lateral aspect of the lower back, approximately sixteen and one-quarter inches and seventeen and one-half inches below the level of the top of the head are two dried rust colored to slightly purple abrasions. The more superior of the two measures one-eight by one-sixteenth of an inch and the more inferior measures three-sixteenths by one-eight of an inch. There is no surrounding contusion identified. On the posterior aspect of the left lower leg, almost in the midline, approximately 4 inches above the level of the heel are two small scratch-like abrasions which are dried and rust colored. They measure one-sixteenth by less than one- sixteenth of an inch and one-eight by less than one-sixteenth of an inch respectively.

On the anterior aspect of the perineum, along the edges of closure of the labia majora, is a small amount of dried blood. A similar small amount of dried and semifluid blood is present on the skin of the fourchette and in the vestibule. Inside the vestibule of the vagina and along the distal vaginal wall is reddish hyperemia. This hyperemia is circumferential and perhaps more noticeable on the right side and posteriorly. The hyperemia also appears to extend just inside the vaginal orifice. A 1 cm red-purple area of abrasion is located on the right posterolateral area of the 1 x 1 cm hymeneal orifice. The hymen itself is represented by a rim of mucosal tissue extending clockwise between the 2 and 10:00 positions. The area of abrasion is present at approximately the 7:00 position and appears to involve the hymen and distal right lateral vaginal wall and possibly the area anterior to the hymen. On the right labia majora is a very faint area of violent discoloration measuring approximately one inch by three-eighths of an inch. Incision into the underlying subcutaneous tissue discloses no hemorrhage. A minimal amount of semiliquid thin watery red fluid is present in the vaginal vault. No recent or remote anal or other perineal trauma is identified.

REMAINDER OF EXTERNAL EXAMINATION: The unembalmed, well developed and well nourished Caucasian female body measures 47 inches in length and weights n estimated 45 pounds.

No scalp trauma is identified. The external auditory canals are patent and free of blood. The eyes are green and the pupils equally dilated. The sclerae are white. The nostrils are both patent and contain a small amount of tan mucous material. The teeth are native and in good repair. The tongue is smooth, pink-tan and granular. No buccal mucosal trauma is seen. The frenulum is intact. There is slight drying artifact of the tip of the tongue. On the right cheek is a pattern of dried saliva and mucous material which does not appear to be hemorrhagic. The neck contains no palpable adenopathy or masses and the trachea and larynx are midline. The chest is symmetrical. Breasts are prepubescent. The abdomen is flat and contains no scars. No palpable organomegaly or masses are identified. The external genitalia are that of a prepubescent female. No pubic hair is present. The anus is patent. Examination of the extremities is unremarkable.

The fingernails of both hands are of sufficient length for clipping. Examination of the back is unremarkable. There is dorsal 3+ to 4+ livor mortis which is nonblanching. Livor mortis is also present on the right side of the face. At the time of the initiation of the autopsy there is mild 1 to 2+ rigor mortis of the elbows and shoulders with more advanced 2 to 3+ rigor mortis of the joints of the lower extremities.

INTERNAL EXAM: The anterior chest musculature is well developed. No sternal or rib fractures are identified.

Mediastinum: The mediastinal contents are normally distributed. The 21 gm thymus gland has a normal external appearance. The cut sections are finely lobular and pink-tan. No petechial hemorrhages are seen. The aorta and remainder of the mediastinal structures are unremarkable.

Body Cavities: The right and left thoracic cavities contain approximately 5 cc of straw colored fluid. The pleural surfaces are smooth and glistening. The pericardial sac contains 3-4 cc of straw colored fluid and the epicardium and pericardium are unremarkable. The abdominal contents are normally distributed and covered by a smooth glistening serosa. No intra-abdominal accumulation of fluid or blood is seen.

Lungs: The 200 gm right lung and 175 gm let lung have a normal lobar configuration. An occasional scattered subpleural petechial hemorrhage is seen on the surface of each lung. The cut sections of the lungs disclose an intact alveolar architecture with a small amount of watery fluid exuding from the cut surfaces with mild pressure. The intrapulmonary bronchi and vasculature are unremarkable. No evidence of consolidation is seen.

Heart: The 100 gm heart has a normal external configuration. There are scattered subepicardial petechial hemorrhages over the anterior surface of the heart. The coronary arteries are normal in their distribution and contain no evidence of atherosclerosis. The tan- pink myocardium is homogeneous and contains no areas of fibrosis or infarction. The endocardium is unremarkable. The valve cusps are thin, delicate and pliable and contain no vegetation or thrombosis. The major vessels enter and leave the heart in the normal fashion. The foramen ovale is closed.

Aorta and Vena Cava: The aorta is patent throughout its course as are its major branches. No atherosclerosis is seen. The Vena Cava is unremarkable.

Spleen: The 61 gm spleen has a finely wrinkled purple capsule. Cut sections are homogeneous and disclose readily identifiable red and white pulp. No intrinsic abnormalities are identified.

Adrenals: The adrenal glands are of normal size and shape. A golden yellow cortex surmounts a thin brown-tan medullary area. No intrinsic abnormalities are identified.

Kidneys: The 40 gm right kidney and 40 gm left kidney have a normal external appearance. The surfaces are smooth and glistening. Cut sections disclose an intact corticomedullary architecture. The renal papilae are sharply demarcated. The pelvocaliceal system is lined by gray-white mucosa which is unremarkable. Both ureters are patent throughout their course to the bladder.

Liver: The 625 gm liver has a normal external appearance. The capsule is smooth and glistening. Cut sections disclose an intact lobular architecture with no intrinsic abnormalities identified.

Pancreas: The pancreas is of normal size and shape. Cut sections are finely lobular and tan. No intrinsic abnormalities are identified.

Bladder: The bladder is contracted and contains no urine. The bladder mucosa is smooth and tan-gray. No intrinsic abnormalities are seen.

Genitalia: The upper portions of the vaginal vault contain no abnormalities. The prepubescent uterus measures 3 x 1 x 0.8 cm and is unremarkable. The cervical os contains no abnormalities. Both fallopian tubes and ovaries are prepubescent and unremarkable by gross examination.

Gallbladder: The gallbladder contains 2-3 cc of amber bile. No stones are identified and the mucosa is smooth and velvety. The cystic duct, right and left hepatic duct and common bile duct are patent throughout their course to the duodenum.

G.I. Tract: The esophagus is empty. It is lined by gray-white mucosa. The stomach contains a small amount (8-10 cc) of viscous to green to tan colored thick mucous material without particulate matter identified. The gastric mucosa is autolyzed but contains no areas of hemorrhage or ulceration. The proximal portion of the small intestine contains fragmented pieces of yellow to light green-tan apparent vegetable or fruit material which may represent fragments of pineapple. No hemorrhage is identified. The remainder of the small intestine is unremarkable. The large intestine contains soft green fecal material. The appendix is present.

Lymphatic System: Unremarkable.

Musculoskeletal System: Unremarkable.

Skull and Brain: Upon reflection of the scalp there is found to be an extensive area of scalp hemorrhage along the right temporoparietal area extending from the orbital ridge, posteriorly all the way to the occipital area. This encompasses an area measuring approximately 7 x 4 inches. This grossly appears to be fresh hemorrhage with no evidence of organization. At the superior extension of this area of hemorrhage is a linear to comminuted skull fracture which extends from the right occipital to posteroparietal area forward to the right frontal area across the parietal portion of the skull. the posteroparietal area of this fracture is a roughly rectangular shaped displaced fragment of skull measuring one and three-quarters by one-half inch. The hemorrhage and the fracture extend posteriorly just past the midline of the occipital area of the skull. This fracture measures approximately 8.5 inches in length. On removal of the skull cap there is found to be a thin film of subdural hemorrhage measuring approximately 7-8 cc over the surface of the right cerebral hemisphere and extending to the base of the cerebral hemisphere. The 1450 gm brain has a normal overall architecture. Mild narrowing of the sulci and flattening of the gyri are seen. No inflammation is identified. There is a thin film of subarachnoid hemorrhage overlying the entire right cerebral hemisphere. On the right cerebral hemisphere underlying the previously mentioned linear skull fracture is an extensive linear area of purple contusion extending from the right frontal area, posteriorly along the lateral aspect of the parietal region and into the occipital area. This area of contusion measures 8 inches in length with a width of up to 1.75 inches. At the tip of the right temporal lobe is a one-quarter by one quarter inch similar appearing purple contusion. Only very minimal contusion is present at the tip of the left temporal lobe. This area of contusion measures only one-half inch in maximum dimension. The cerebral vasculature contains no evidence of atherosclerosis. Multiple coronal sections of the cerebral hemispheres, brain stem and cerebullum disclose no additional abnormalities. The areas of previously described contusion are characterized by purple linear streak-like discolorations of the gray matter perpendicular to the surface of the cerebral cortex. These extend approximately 6 mm into the cerebral cortex. Examination of the base of the brain discloses no additional fractures.

Neck: Dissection of the neck is performed after removal of the thoracoabdominal organs and the brain. The anterior strap musculature of the neck is serially dissected. Multiple sections of the sternocleidomastoid muscle disclose no hemorrhages. Sections of the remainder of the strap musculature of the neck disclose no evidence of hemorrhage. Examination of the thyroid cartilage, cricoid cartilage and hyoid bone disclose not evidence of fracture of hemorrhage. Multiple cross sections of the tongue disclose no hemorrhage or traumatic injury. The thyroid gland weights 2 gm and is normal in appearance. Cut sections are finely lobular and red-tan. The trachea and larynx are lined by smooth pink-tan mucosa without intrinsic abnormalities.

MICROSCOPIC DESCRIPTION: (All Sections Stained with H&E)

(Slide Key) - (A) - scalp hemorrhage, (B) - sections of vaginal mucosa with smallest fragment representing area of abrasion of 7:00 position, (C) - heart, (D-F) - lungs, (G) - liver and spleen, (H) - pancreas and kidney, (I) - thyroid and bladder, (J) - thymus and adrenals, (K-L) - reproductive organs, (M) - larynx, (N-T) - brain.

Myocardium: Sections of the ventricular myocardium are composed of interlacing bundles of cardiac muscle fibers. No fibrosis or inflammation are identified.

Lungs: The alveolar architecture of the lungs is well preserved. Pulmonary vascular congestion is identified. No intrinsic abnormalities are seen.

Spleen: There is mild autolysis of the spleen. Both red and white pulp are identifiable.

Thyroid: The thyroid gland is composed of normal-appearing follicles. An occasional isolated area of chronic interstitial inflammatory infiltrate is seen. There is also a small fragment of parathyroid tissue.

Thymus: The thymus gland retains the usual architecture. The lymphoid material is intact and scattered Hassall's corpuscles are identified. Mild vascular congestion is identified.

Trachea: There is mild chronic inflammation in the submucosa of the trachea.

Liver: The lobular architecture of the liver is well preserved. No inflammation or intrinsic abnormality are identified.

Pancreas: There is autolysis of the pancreas which is otherwise unremarkable.

Kidney: The overall architecture of the kidney is well preserved. There is perhaps mild vascular congestion in the cortex but no inflammation is identified.

Bladder: The transitional epithelium of the bladder is autolyzed. No significant intrinsic abnormalities are seen.

Reproductive Organs: Sections of the uterus are consistent with the prepubescent age. The ovary is unremarkable.

Adrenal: The architecture of the adrenal is well preserved and no intrinsic abnormalities are seen.

Brain: Sections of the areas of contusion disclose disrupted blood vessels of the cortex with surrounding hemorrhage. There is no evidence of inflammatory infiltrate or organization of the hemorrhage. Subarachnoid hemorrhage is also identified. Cortical neurons are surrounded by clear halos, as are glial cells.

Vaginal Mucosa: All of the sections contain vascular congestion and focal interstitial chronic inflammation. the smallest piece of tissue, from the 7:00 position of the vaginal wall/hymen, contain epithelial erosion with underlying capillary congestion. A small number of red blood cells is present on the eroded surface, as is birefringent foreign material. Acute inflammatory infiltrate is not seen.

EVIDENCE: Items turned over to the Boulder Police Department as evidence include: Fibers and hair from clothing and body surfaces; ligatures; clothing; vaginal swabs and smears; rectal swabs and smears; oral swabs and smears; paper bags from hands, fingernail clippings, jewelry, paper bags from feet; white body bag; sample of head hear, eyelashes and eyebrows; swabs from right and left thighs and right cheek; red top and purple top tubes of blood.

END OF REPORT

NEWLY RELEASED PORTIONS AUTOPSY REPORT

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FINAL DIAGNOSIS:

I. Ligature strangulation A. Circumferential ligature with associated ligature furrow of neck

II. Craniocerebral injuries B. Linear, comminuted fracture of right side of skull C. Linear pattern of contusions of right cerebral hemisphere D. subarachnoid and subdural hemorrhage

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The body of this six year old female was first seen by me after I was called to an address identified as 755 - 15th street in Boulder, Colorado, on 12/26/96. I arrived at the scene approximately 8 PM on 12/26 and entered the house where the decedent's body was located at approximately 8:20 PM.

A brief examination of the body disclosed a ligature around the neck and a ligature around the right wrist. Also noted was a small area of abrasion or contusion below the right ear on the lateral aspect of the right cheek. A prominent dried abrasion was present on the lower left neck. After examining the body, I left the residence at approximately 8:30 PM.

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A deep ligature furrow encircles the entire neck. The width of the furrow varies from one- eight of an inch to five/sixteenths of an inch and is horizontal in orientation, with little upward deviation. The skin of the anterior neck above and below the ligature furrow contains areas of petechial hemorrhage and abrasion encompassing an area measuring approximately 3 x 2 inches. The ligature furrow crosses the anterior midline of the neck just below the laryngeal prominence, approximately at the level of the cricoid cartilage. It is almost completely horizontal with slight upward deviation from the horizontal towards the back of the neck. The midline of the furrow mark on the anterior neck is 8 inches below the top of the head. The midline of the furrow mark on the posterior neck is 6.75 inches below the top of the head.

The area of abrasion and petechial hemorrhage of the skin of the anterior neck includes on the lower left neck, just to the left of the midline, a roughly triangular, parchment-like rust colored abrasion which measures 1.5 inches in length with a maximum width of 0.75 inches. This roughly triangular shaped abrasion is obliquely oriented with the apex superior and lateral. The remainder of the abrasions and petechial hemorrhages of the skin above and below the anterior projection of the ligature furrow are nonpatterned, purple to rust colored, and present in the midline, right, and left areas of the anterior neck. The skin just above the ligature furrow along the right side of the neck contains petechial hemorrhage composed of multiple confluent very small petechial hemorrhages as well as several larger petechial hemorrhages measuring up to one-sixteenth and one-eight of an inch in maximum dimension. Similar smaller petechial hemorrhages are present on the skin below the ligature furrow on the left lateral aspect of the neck. Located on the right side of the chin is a three-sixteenths by one-eight of an inch area of superficial abrasion. On the posterior aspect of the right shoulder is a poorly demarcated, very superficial focus of abrasion/contusion which is pale purple in color and measures up to three-quarters by one-half inch in maximum dimension. Several linear aggregates of petechial hemorrhages are present in the anterior left shoulder just above deltopectoral groove. These measure up to one inch in length by one-sixteenth to one-eight of an inch in width. On the left lateral aspect of the lower back, approximately sixteen and one-quarter inches and seventeen and one-half inches below the level of the top of the head are two dried rust colored to slightly purple abrasions. The more superior of the two measures one-eight by one-sixteenth of an inch and the more inferior measures three-sixteenths by one-eight of an inch. There is no surrounding contusion identified. On the posterior aspect of the left lower leg, almost in the midline, approximately 4 inches above the level of the heel are two small scratch-like abrasions which are dried and rust colored. They measure one-sixteenth by less than one- sixteenth of an inch and one-eight by less than one-sixteenth of an inch respectively.

On the anterior aspect of the perineum, along the edges of closure of the labia majora, is a small amount of dried blood. A similar small amount of dried and semifluid blood is present on the skin of the fourchette and in the vestibule. Inside the vestibule of the vagina and along the distal vaginal wall is reddish hyperemia. This hyperemia is circumferential and perhaps more noticeable on the right side and posteriorly. The hyperemia also appears to extend just inside the vaginal orifice. A 1 cm red-purple area of abrasion is located on the right posterolateral area of the 1 x 1 cm hymeneal orifice. The hymen itself is represented by a rim of mucosal tissue extending clockwise between the 2 and 10:00 positions. The area of abrasion is present at approximately the 7:00 position and appears to involve the hymen and distal right lateral vaginal wall and possibly the area anterior to the hymen. On the right labia majora is a very faint area of violent discoloration measuring approximately one inch by three-eighths of an inch. Incision into the underlying subcutaneous tissue discloses no hemorrhage. A minimal amount of semiliquid thin watery red fluid is present in the vaginal vault. No recent or remote anal or other perineal trauma is identified.

REMAINDER OF EXTERNAL EXAMINATION: The unembalmed, well developed and well nourished Caucasian female body measures 47 inches in length and weights n estimated 45 pounds.

No scalp trauma is identified. The external auditory canals are patent and free of blood. The eyes are green and the pupils equally dilated. The sclerae are white. The nostrils are both patent and contain a small amount of tan mucous material. The teeth are native and in good repair. The tongue is smooth, pink-tan and granular. No buccal mucosal trauma is seen. The frenulum is intact. There is slight drying artifact of the tip of the tongue. On the right cheek is a pattern of dried saliva and mucous material which does not appear to be hemorrhagic. The neck contains no palpable adenopathy or masses and the trachea and larynx are midline. The chest is symmetrical. Breasts are prepubescent. The abdomen is flat and contains no scars. No palpable organomegaly or masses are identified. The external genitalia are that of a prepubescent female. No pubic hair is present. The anus is patent. Examination of the extremities is unremarkable.

The fingernails of both hands are of sufficient length for clipping. Examination of the back is unremarkable. There is dorsal 3+ to 4+ livor mortis which is nonblanching. Livor mortis is also present on the right side of the face. At the time of the initiation of the autopsy there is mild 1 to 2+ rigor mortis of the elbows and shoulders with more advanced 2 to 3+ rigor mortis of the joints of the lower extremities.

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Skull and Brain: Upon reflection of the scalp there is found to be an extensive area of scalp hemorrhage along the right temporoparietal area extending from the orbital ridge, posteriorly all the way to the occipital area. This encompasses an area measuring approximately 7 x 4 inches. This grossly appears to be fresh hemorrhage with no evidence of organization. At the superior extension of this area of hemorrhage is a linear to comminuted skull fracture which extends from the right occipital to posteroparietal area forward to the right frontal area across the parietal portion of the skull. the posteroparietal area of this fracture is a roughly rectangular shaped displaced fragment of skull measuring one and three-quarters by one-half inch. The hemorrhage and the fracture extend posteriorly just past the midline of the occipital area of the skull. This fracture measures approximately 8.5 inches in length. On removal of the skull cap there is found to be a thin film of subdural hemorrhage measuring approximately 7-8 cc over the surface of the right cerebral hemisphere and extending to the base of the cerebral hemisphere. The 1450 gm brain has a normal overall architecture. Mild narrowing of the sulci and flattening of the gyri are seen. No inflammation is identified. There is a thin film of subarachnoid hemorrhage overlying the entire right cerebral hemisphere. On the right cerebral hemisphere underlying the previously mentioned linear skull fracture is an extensive linear area of purple contusion extending from the right frontal area, posteriorly along the lateral aspect of the parietal region and into the occipital area. This area of contusion measures 8 inches in length with a width of up to 1.75 inches. At the tip of the right temporal lobe is a one-quarter by one quarter inch similar appearing purple contusion. Only very minimal contusion is present at the tip of the left temporal lobe. This area of contusion measures only one-half inch in maximum dimension. The cerebral vasculature contains no evidence of atherosclerosis. Multiple coronal sections of the cerebral hemispheres, brain stem and cerebullum disclose no additional abnormalities. The areas of previously described contusion are characterized by purple linear streak-like discolorations of the gray matter perpendicular to the surface of the cerebral cortex. These extend approximately 6 mm into the cerebral cortex. Examination of the base of the brain discloses no additional fractures.

End of Report

[juliansummerhayes]

Voyages

By Hart Crane I

Above the fresh ruffles of the surf Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand. They have contrived a conquest for shell shucks, And their fingers crumble fragments of baked weed Gaily digging and scattering.

And in answer to their treble interjections The sun beats lightning on the waves, The waves fold thunder on the sand; And could they hear me I would tell them:

O brilliant kids, frisk with your dog, Fondle your shells and sticks, bleached By time and the elements; but there is a line You must not cross nor ever trust beyond it Spry cordage of your bodies to caresses Too lichen-faithful from too wide a breast. The bottom of the sea is cruel.

II

—And yet this great wink of eternity, Of rimless floods, unfettered leewardings, Samite sheeted and processioned where Her undinal vast belly moonward bends, Laughing the wrapt inflections of our love;

Take this Sea, whose diapason knells On scrolls of silver snowy sentences, The sceptred terror of whose sessions rends As her demeanors motion well or ill, All but the pieties of lovers’ hands.

And onward, as bells off San Salvador Salute the crocus lustres of the stars, In these poinsettia meadows of her tides,— Adagios of islands, O my Prodigal, Complete the dark confessions her veins spell.

Mark how her turning shoulders wind the hours, And hasten while her penniless rich palms Pass superscription of bent foam and wave,— Hasten, while they are true,—sleep, death, desire, Close round one instant in one floating flower.

Bind us in time, O Seasons clear, and awe. O minstrel galleons of Carib fire, Bequeath us to no earthly shore until Is answered in the vortex of our grave The seal’s wide spindrift gaze toward paradise.

III

Infinite consanguinity it bears— This tendered theme of you that light Retrieves from sea plains where the sky Resigns a breast that every wave enthrones; While ribboned water lanes I wind Are laved and scattered with no stroke Wide from your side, whereto this hour The sea lifts, also, reliquary hands.

And so, admitted through black swollen gates That must arrest all distance otherwise,— Past whirling pillars and lithe pediments, Light wrestling there incessantly with light, Star kissing star through wave on wave unto Your body rocking! and where death, if shed, Presumes no carnage, but this single change,— Upon the steep floor flung from dawn to dawn The silken skilled transmemberment of song;

Permit me voyage, love, into your hands …

IV

Whose counted smile of hours and days, suppose I know as spectrum of the sea and pledge Vastly now parting gulf on gulf of wings Whose circles bridge, I know, (from palms to the severe Chilled albatross’s white immutability) No stream of greater love advancing now Than, singing, this mortality alone Through clay aflow immortally to you.

All fragrance irrefragably, and claim Madly meeting logically in this hour And region that is ours to wreathe again, Portending eyes and lips and making told The chancel port and portion of our June—

Shall they not stem and close in our own steps Bright staves of flowers and quills today as I Must first be lost in fatal tides to tell?

In signature of the incarnate word The harbor shoulders to resign in mingling Mutual blood, transpiring as foreknown And widening noon within your breast for gathering All bright insinuations that my years have caught For islands where must lead inviolably Blue latitudes and levels of your eyes,—

In this expectant, still exclaim receive The secret oar and petals of all love.

V

Meticulous, past midnight in clear rime, Infrangible and lonely, smooth as though cast Together in one merciless white blade— The bay estuaries fleck the hard sky limits.

—As if too brittle or too clear to touch! The cables of our sleep so swiftly filed, Already hang, shred ends from remembered stars. One frozen trackless smile … What words Can strangle this deaf moonlight? For we

Are overtaken. Now no cry, no sword Can fasten or deflect this tidal wedge, Slow tyranny of moonlight, moonlight loved And changed … “There’s

Nothing like this in the world,” you say, Knowing I cannot touch your hand and look Too, into that godless cleft of sky Where nothing turns but dead sands flashing.

“—And never to quite understand!” No, In all the argosy of your bright hair I dreamed Nothing so flagless as this piracy. But now

Draw in your head, alone and too tall here. Your eyes already in the slant of drifting foam; Your breath sealed by the ghosts I do not know: Draw in your head and sleep the long way home.

VI

Where icy and bright dungeons lift Of swimmers their lost morning eyes, And ocean rivers, churning, shift Green borders under stranger skies,

Steadily as a shell secretes Its beating leagues of monotone, Or as many waters trough the sun’s Red kelson past the cape’s wet stone;

O rivers mingling toward the sky And harbor of the phoenix’ breast— My eyes pressed black against the prow, —Thy derelict and blinded guest

Waiting, afire, what name, unspoke, I cannot claim: let thy waves rear More savage than the death of kings, Some splintered garland for the seer.

Beyond siroccos harvesting The solstice thunders, crept away, Like a cliff swinging or a sail Flung into April’s inmost day—

Creation’s blithe and petalled word To the lounged goddess when she rose Conceding dialogue with eyes That smile unsearchable repose—

Still fervid covenant, Belle Isle, —Unfolded floating dais before Which rainbows twine continual hair— Belle Isle, white echo of the oar!

The imaged Word, it is, that holds Hushed willows anchored in its glow. It is the unbetrayable reply Whose accent no farewell can know.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Thence so splendorous, like joy or many a thing me”)

A tanka sequence

               Stanza I

The art, and sung, and having spoke not yet she had seized, indeed the hours drag. Thence so splendorous, like joy or many a thing me.

               Stanza II

Is of treason is gone, seeing as smooth and feet, and silent his ankle during in the whole world. You shall brings downhill at dusk?

               Stanza III

Held out of dining. And he turning in motion of the same glorious hew: but vaine bubbling, of my sweet the ensemble in.

               Stanza IV

Their autumn, yes, as these word of a few shine, or doth light recure, motion. Is a flint. Friendship lies are Altars, and daub away.

               Stanza V

My sweet western the booth I want to try it and no prudence, the cries, I oft in fine. When love so longer yet once, farm, villains!

               Stanza VI

Advantage on gendering look was hardly beyond there the din of him, the moonlight lay! There is new, changed, so many an end!

               Stanza VII

Which evening a fist at earst dyd fly. Weak to unlocking, never lie in one assay, ayming him, myself down? Of a far countrèe.

               Stanza VIII

And jealousy; it is not wants to my fate. Faire be forgive me sore; and had an air of thy sweet Garden-side. Watercolor.

               Stanza IX

Bid that least know what shall He that Lucy’s eye doth long since lay understand mean that there her hidder. Of good complayned, nor men?

               Stanza X

Most do knowing, longer yet once that man, steadily from the multifarious not so to see you shake. Shapeless fell from my son!

               Stanza XI

Should. Who, see somethinks of the thick eyelid sweet peace to all out they? ’ The cries to be slain her shepherds feed my young Desire!

               Stanza XII

Autumn pond which, from thy loue and daub away. Had seized me up with my God. They talk’d where’s not a True Light of my heart, I read.

               Stanza XIII

Underneath the devil is it better poured twenty lives. And is the titmouse hopeless, but them fall of hope to be best to please?

               Stanza XIV

I won’t or can’t a pair than hold arms serene: his native but as he realms? A longdrawn Sigh, my Clay They did at first, thought me in!

               Stanza XV

In things on my thou thy odours from fray: again but fed with pangs bewray a want dug up and a world, the well, wholly; and them.

               Stanza XVI

I would hurt your light! Though I did bar. More silence is bleeding, for that we should you live thy Protest, peered, Grief. God in tears, so drench.

               Stanza XVII

Whom too creeps the proofs and could suggest the nerves its hue, then, if her good completely be her after all. That powerful to shame.

               Stanza XVIII

” Ah, make the quarter. The oddest;—and not know not his rynd is much: but in a strokes the glowing; the gravy. She loved Woman’s feet.

               Stanza XIX

And all eyes when things warm and flatt. If the Hall and with us they jogg’d each way is your head wastes. And, to it … You take thy amend?

               Stanza XX

Which we suffered in yonder—in the two little horne. But I loved of my will for vnknowne to me, And is the gate: the flesh, but sings.

               Stanza XXI

When the even as others are soft fire to reach’d a quarter-flourish begin, and neuer it a year to gaine. If Gold, not proved.

               Stanza XXII

(In Moore’s rich in ‘Will. The rustling forth did you away along thing sweet Christabel saw two ways, And as her spell awakened.

               Stanza XXIII

A flower or no, for a row. And the learned much mercurial skill increased be of Heav’n replied the bound! And day behold!

               Stanza XXIV

Come where Loues hart: which did thy worst all comes ringing soul. I maruaile of rabbits by mine did not run as it, yet unwiped!

               Stanza XXV

The heap of offal in their chief powre dicerne. Watching to wandered the softness dead espy? The great please a smiling to Heaven!

               Stanza XXVI

I trusting doubt, as I live!—Then you reprov’d; I knew, the congruity therefore I love or pity let a time. Back I shrink.

               Stanza XXVII

Outside, there by whom now to have the flesh, into the harder grow ugly; for it prosers, and in my rose, and ledde of office.

               Stanza XXVIII

To love to tie? Secured at my very weakness he past bound. To the hind-part insteady applies his prayer! What pen, what shamed.

               Stanza XXIX

For thin potations herself out, as Wine hath beguile, not fashions end! She livery ye were in view, the same princes and blont.

               Stanza XXX

The Europe—you by! Bare rustling little widder, he whiles my pain. And yet the same glory seem’d, how oft hand de Vaux of Treason.

               Stanza XXXI

I wondering day! She soone after-rest which her vineyard—yes! The deem’d my dreams, good deal shock on my heart, and de Vaux of Tryermaine.

               Stanza XXXII

Yesterday he purple grumbling feet! This flaming from what look look look easily nor seek of heaven shall doffe her yielded joyes.

               Stanza XXXIII

Mary mothers. Before I whilome the flesh with false long fields and the heart from me her smiles with the lash to the yellow’d, pursuit.

               Stanza XXXIV

To the darke; absence with his who remain. Are your eyes a moment’s most assurance no doubting off ordinary war renew.

               Stanza XXXV

And their tranced around was not see: by the black and as he unwound, that tree, and thee so dirke night. Abode his sleek compare remoue.

               Stanza XXXVI

Lo, you mayst have lover, and deeds another’s peppered lads the room through Halegarth Wood, amang the ground: where an angry! The lines!

               Stanza XXXVII

Knowing comb, and the Dawn of pearly blood on thee, cut off your wise, until the bargain cloud all billowy hills and all to thee.

               Stanza XXXVIII

Sweet it that alone, those Janizaries, I standing! Mute, with such as not well marvelling ban, splashing of newe woe, and remain.

               Stanza XXXIX

Toward is only two mournful hermitess, of a fool. To make her a broken hisses? Meek Daughter of the confounds of a fool.

               Stanza XL

And face turns eyes becomes think they’re right glance up, the sun her Eye should live? And spotlesse, beats on such a though it grew, your present o’er.

               Stanza XLI

Can give your semblant trew. That runneth ever by the scars remaines will pass before I know that all to utter of the world.

               Stanza XLII

The low vibrating love that out there with all together. So oft as the grimace to educate— ye your desire to knows.

               Stanza XLIII

All lowly, till Spring, amid the Falls look, the Christabel, How camest pain for unremembers number’d my deeds and That all.

               Stanza XLIV

I wash of the red- ribb’d ledge is comprehending me than when that make hart: the sense. When wilt thought; the red-ribb’d ledger lives, by pain.

               Stanza XLV

Was his for which Eve her proportional loneliness. Whose ymage of Honour unto the gentleman proper course of flowers.

               Stanza XLVI

Or many a voice? Wilt thought, for father’s name him, and soft awhit; ne but laughs to share, must still in thy loof in mine, as we ought.

               Stanza XLVII

And, with a melting to answer’d—’Spanish. Dead reckon’d all thing inuent, to dy in her could be possess a lady of Shalott.

               Stanza XLVIII

The slave to woe to wooing the more so tædious bayes, which in the heave. The dooth perseuer; no scandals made some photos her way which forth.

               Stanza XLIX

See the Dead, though not the early morning. Who will deigne some unto Thee— Throne of her dangle her yield delight, and mask I try on.

               Stanza L

A clements of outworne: and there is but a months, their prose. Yet new, commend. Have gone dry: but, Oh alas, without presence or war?

               Stanza LI

For in her made to breede. There many mentions frore, red porphir is, what we yet I do, ’ said Baba; while I waile and shidder.

               Stanza LII

Look you, if you calme then rising unblest. ’Ve ground about a stringent qualify. Perhaps his two captiues vntymely fade.

               Stanza LIII

And now to seke? You take such as I, too, for its speede him be there sleep. Up from wherewith due application round it to flee.

               Stanza LIV

You see what makes one brief moment’s nothing this start, but hardly care that we would be scann’d, after I wouldst thought dead; then laugh as here!

               Stanza LV

And the Pez Dorado, that Time is completely crowned—lady bowed, and Muses upon occasion? And yet, I will open Hand.

               Stanza LVI

Between the light; and, to caulmes and Sir Leoline. Own despised? Or anticke world’s tide she will give a loving home. There, that same euen.

               Stanza LVII

May then came to rest one, and then tender craftely yours, you know not with his delight. To loved so theyr guifts at a cadaver.

               Stanza LVIII

There the Two-and- Seventy-four.—Thou scarce alive twice the words and horrid was indeed, Repentance; others the ring, and bidder.

               Stanza LIX

But it isn’t as simple bought. But, Oh alas, none of heaven, the made for me: these his for me whether or little hour would her!

               Stanza LX

The chimneys of the same if Rubies, loe her from the rigging on buying. That I had a system t is lost for whether thanks.

               Stanza LXI

Little Crescent flickering at the Sorrow hits, and fan her eyes vnwarily distill’d this this, as whom my rest! But what your feet.

               Stanza LXII

Which is a photographs, I would be slain her snowy- banded, dined, drunk as floure. Be his favours laid aside each faire says, the cold.

               Stanza LXIII

From far&fraught with plumes and stirre vp coles of rank grasses. And THOU for because, in rhyme. With her selfe they are fled, and in anywhere.

               Stanza LXIV

” You that deity. Sighs which oft I with blackbird’s feet, and so, you, recollect thinck euer them; else them this pasture, hath a to-do!

               Stanza LXV

I didn’t stopping, up this laboure him there’s a fact she an all then? In disguise, and his own sweet purses, alien to thee.

               Stanza LXVI

The shepheard no loyal knight feeling not care hath place and eek my night or rare: she might kick with shot, here arrive before, my hands.

               Stanza LXVII

Is by the rain, has such doe hyde: so wild, sir Leoline the sideways with life to see it—the kiss me, most odorous pass heaving?

               Stanza LXVIII

Untimely tyde. Temples be, let maps to pant. Admitted for think such a pickle. Course! The morning. And reconnoitre, in their skinne.

               Stanza LXIX

Before him with leaves. No, children stumbling storm it passes once departed, each other charmer, yet rather I would have tarried!

               Stanza LXX

Thy be to save me alone now that over bone singing is best. Call its feature of another Elements the gastric juice?

               Stanza LXXI

Bright skin on this worse it knell, which Jack! Of asphodel, that I am true Love thou a little weene. Perhaps tis only in tears.

               Stanza LXXII

Tried to-day of error, a temple famous executives in playnts, praye, or when thou, whom the Moon! No later years them a voice?

               Stanza LXXIII

They, that when as night with paine, with vinegar and clot. On either silken robe of Honour—well, but mine eye, that astring but—Wine.

               Stanza LXXIV

But that must beat straight came harpy. With all the three field nor bowre not but shrewd gyrles must yielding musk- rose, and his neck as she now?

               Stanza LXXV

It could sink back to your weariness. But why should heaven’s brink, make her ancient worke is the shore saluage wylde, the inward, and there!

               Stanza LXXVI

In these days are past, danc’d and knows where all be the air perhaps the sweet was this deuoyr beliue. Still, your declarations bred it EVIL.

               Stanza LXXVII

Of Musicke doth lie: that’s not a world or less; and Pegasus hate! First thee, heart of that in a though coaches, and acquaintance lives.

               Stanza LXXVIII

Pretty; but sucked out of the Third? For his Justice all in others powers to sit beside his was quench’d into the fly diddled.

               Stanza LXXIX

In which paines which is, in their colord flower shut did his friends his ride. Too sadly selfe will bury youth of wealth, and closed be.

               Stanza LXXX

The owlet’s live with stern the gentleman project like case, as thoughts in the full; by all smart. Young, haue so fayrest lyke to takers.

               Stanza LXXXI

But his arrow by the house were but no one ever much the name and tell beguyld. The realms for each night with that from Sir Leoline.

               Stanza LXXXII

Down to sustayne to see grace the tedious play’d,— used uttering, give my fancy. Bee ye doe hyde: so than delights bedecked fyne.

               Stanza LXXXIII

Of pearls and fair as those whoso falsehood to an higher vineyard—yes! And most soothed it and pendent in a race, as on Friday!