#which yellow haired man should i draw next

[savbakk]

Apollo

[hunter-burton]

Recently, I’ve developed the headcannon that Alex owns a little sketchbook! Absolutely consumed by this idea, I made a physical “replica” of what I think it would look like- including some of the sketches inside! When making these pages in particular, I actually acted out a specific scenario to help myself figure out what to draw. This fic is that scenario a bit more fleshed out. Enjoy :)

Opening Up

It sucked coming home so late, especially with all that rain. After, yet, another dragging day of witnessing absolute horrors, coming home, Alex practically dropped their body into the door. Upon finally stepping into their house, they clicked the door behind themselves, muffling the sobbing clouds

Their weird ass cat, Clyde, sat at the small, round, dining table. Its yellow eyes blinked, “How was work?”

“Exhausting.” After closing and setting down their umbrella, Alex let out a sigh, lifting their uniform’s heavy coat off their hunched body and hung it on the thin coat hanger. “Y’know, the usual. Just gotta… sit down… maybe make a cup of tea.”

“Want me to make bubble water on the…” the creature traced circles in the air, “hot thing?”

“Stove? Yeah, actually. I’d really appreciate it..” Alex paused, brows furrowed, “Wait- you know how to use that thing?”

It nodded, “You turn on the knobs and, then the, sttt..circle thing.. tops turn red. I’ve seen you do it before.”

“Hm, yeah. That sounds about right.” They eased their boots off by the door, then made their way to the kitchen cabinets, “Have at it. I’ll get you a pot.”

As Alex reached for and opened the cabinet doors, Clyde tilted its head, “What’s in the rest of those little doors?”

“Oh, the cabinets?” Alex handed Clyde a small, metal pot, which it, then, took to the sink and began to fill with water. “Just general kitchen stuff. Pots, pans, spices…” they spoke over the rain hitting the road and the pot’s wet, metal hum, “Not the tea though. That’s kinda more where you’re at- by the sink.”

Once the pot was filled, it stopped the water, passed the pot back to Alex and then began to pull open all the little doors, “What does the tea look like?”

“They should be in little boxes. One should have a bear on it?”

Clyde squinted into one of the drawers, “keeyy… leee… sty.. all?”

Alex raised a brow, “Does the word start with a ‘C’” they traced the letter in the air.

“Yes.”

“‘Celestial!’ That’s them.”

“Alright.” Clyde sifted through the boxes “Which one you want? Green? Sleep?… Gine grr?”

“Ginger? Ginger sounds nice.”

Clyde echoed Alex’s voice, “Ginger it is.”

“Thanks!”

Clyde huffed, “Don’t mention it.” The box rustled as it pulled out a tea packet. To the side of the boxes, it spots a brown oddity in the corner, adorned with colorful stickers. It pulls it out, along with the tea, “Hey, what’s this?”

Lights sparked on in Alex’s eyes, “Oh! That’s my sketch book!” They snatched the thing from its claws and began to flip through the pages, “Man! It’s been forever since I’ve opened this thing… I used to doodle in it all the time before this… fuck-ass job.”

Clyde scrunched up its face, “Doodle?”

“Yeah! Here, I’ll show you- hold on, le’me get a pencil!” Alex set the sketchbook on the dining table and raced to their bedroom and, soon, returned with a yellow pointy thing and a tiny metal object with holes. Over the trash can, they stuck the yellow stick into one of the holes, shedding off what appeared to be wood, then returned to the dining table to flip the sketchbook to a blank sheet. With the dark tip, Alex began to write symbols onto the page, narrating every movement, “I’ll start with a circle… then some rectangles… dot- dot… maybe some squiggles for the hair- then a neck…” with every soft scratch the tip made on the page, a line appeared. It was like watching magic. One moment, there was a blank page, then, the next moment, “Line, line, box box…” Alex drew an arrow and wrote

Me

“…And that’s me!”

Clyde sat there for a moment with its jaw ajar, “gimme that thing.” It held out its claw, then shifted its eyes, remembering the magic word “..please.”

“Pencil.” With a wide smile, Alex dropped the pencil into those claws, then twirled their hand, “give it a whirl!”

Clyde clumsily situated the magic stick into its four fingers, then began to scratch the page with the tip. Lines turned into shapes and shapes turned into little units of invigoration. First, there was the face, then the horns, the uniform stripes down its sleeves, then the large zipper in the center of its chest. Once blank, this section of the page was now Clyde’s closest replica of its reflection. To top off the illustration, it, while admittedly crude, attempted to copy Alex’s arrow and Me.

Arms crossed, Alex sipped on their ginger tea and nodded, “Nice! That’s actually pretty good for your first time!”

It felt as if some tingling force was tugging on the corners of Clyde’s mouth and from the inside of it’s chest. For some reason, though, it didn’t mind- it couldn’t mind. Dismissing the sensation, however, it looked up to its next subject, sitting across from it, and, once again, scratched at the page, lines flowing more than they did before, now that the pencil was solid in its claws. Once the image manifested, Clyde, again, copied the arrow, pointing to the portrait of Alex, writing:

YOU

Seeing that the page was now full, it dropped the pencil.

“Yeah!” Alex took the pencil and wrote the word by Clyde’s drawing of them.

Clyde shifted its eyes to the previous page and up to the writing stuck up in the corner. It pointed to this mysterious text, “What does this, in the corner, mean?”

“That’s the date,” Alex passed the pencil back to Clyde, “I always jot it down when I finish my drawings so I can look back and know when I drew it.”

“Hm.” Clyde twirled the pencil back into its four fingers, “What’s today?”

“Uhm…” their voice trailed off as they stood up and made their way to their calendar, “1988…January…”

In the corner of the page, Clyde scratched down the year and its closest approximation of the spelling for what it heard:

JANeeuARY

“Today’s a Tuesday… the twelfth!”

TWelth

The tip skating across the grainy texture of the page was an addictive vibration. Clyde flipped the page, then paused, eyes darting around the room for a new subject to draw, eventually landing on the front door. It scribbled down two rectangles, one for the door, then one for the door’s window, through which rain could be seen pouring down from the sky, then, finally, a circle representing the door’s handle. Besides the sketch, it drew an arrow, labeling the sketch:

DOR

“A door?”

“Well,” Clyde crunched its face, “what else am I supposed to draw?”

“Hm,” Alex put their chin on top of their hand, “What’s your absolute favorite thing in the world?”

After a moment, Clyde lit up and began to scratch at the page once more, first outlining several shaky curves, then scribbling in the one at top, and, finally, adding two triangles and a jagged mouth for a face, making a Jack-o-Lantern and, with an arrow, labeling it:

FAVORit thing

“Oh nice!” Alex beamed, “Yeah, I like Halloween too.”

Clyde dropped the pencil and slid it to them, now setting it’s chin on its hand, “What ‘bout you?”

“Oh- shoot…” Alex’s spine pulled them straight soon before they held their chin, “I need to think about this one- hold on…” their voice trailed off until, “Ah! Got it!” They snatched the pencil, twirled the book to face them, and sketched away. With five fingers, as opposed to four, their lines were, clearly, a lot more cohesive, dancing together to suggest depth in what appeared to be a ghost popping out out a TV screen, exclaiming,

BOO!

Alex turned the sketch book back to Clyde, who read the note they left besides the illustration:

I really like horror movies!

“Horror movies, huh?” Clyde looked back up from the page to Alex, “Like that Critters thing you showed me last week?”

“Yeah.” Alex's eyes sparkled, “Oh- and especially- like- the really bad ones. I heard “Creepazoids” is supposed to be awful- I bought it yesterday.”

Clyde scoffed, “You humans are weird.”

Alex smiled, “Wanna watch it?”

There was a moment where the sound of rain hitting the roof filled the room.

A smile. That’s what that tingling tug was, “Sure.” Clyde smiled.

[zzzykiek]

"Play it Sweet"

2P!Alastor x fem!OC reader

Current chapter is SFW but future chapters will not be so minors please DNI

*please don't repost or share without credit thank you!*

Chapter 1 - Doodled a Demon

The argument was the same every time. “It will corrupt the children!”Blah, blah, blah. Another round of bans for your library. 

“Just because it is here doesn't mean they will or have to read it,” your voice went a little louder than you planned. 

They continued arguing, completely ignoring you. No longer able to control your anger, you stiffened, breaking your pencil in the process. Your attention was drawn to the symbols you had been absentmindedly drawing, and then to the trickle of blood streaming from the prick you had inflected right before the meeting. Low blood sugar mixed with this idiotic group was not a good combo. You stood and headed for the break room. You halted as you heard moaning… (WTF who the hell…)

You rounded the corner and heard a yip as you registered the blue figure under the break room table, doughnut in hand, white cream dripping from his mouth. 

“Aww, don't tell me you took the last headlight doughnut” you spoke softly seeing the almost-scared look in the piercing blue eyes of the young man. Internally you knew what he was, but you always loved to play with the entities you summoned; it was the best way to get a feel for their power and personality. His eyes scanned your frame as a little pink hue graced his cheeks (how cute….).

“I-I, I’m Sorry,,, they smelled so sw-sweet I-I couldn't resist,” his timid, soft, yet slightly static filled voice caused a slight shiver you failed to control. Hopefully, the being in front of you didn't notice. 

You gently plopped yourself under the table next to him, causing him to gasp softly as your body settled against his. He had to be fairly tall, as his legs were scrunched up against him but his feet still stuck out from the table edge. You had a good couple of inches to spare from yours and his knees sat higher. Next move planned— that bit of cream was still at the corner of his mouth— you took a moment to take in his form; height accounted for, you noted his attire, blue and white fitted pinstripe suit. He was so thin (maybe you should let him finish that doughnut) and so pale his skin was almost white, which was curious, as most other entities looked like they were made of soot or fire. You couldn't deny he was the most attractive hell spawn you had yet managed to conjure. Soft-looking white-tipped blue hair and droopy ears were punctuated with small white antlers. 

“Oh deer,” you gently placed your hand under his chin and were surprised as he sighed and leaned into it. “Can't let that go to waste.” A soft moan escaped him as your thumb brushed his lower lip and swiped the cream from his mouth. You winked as you licked your finger, not prepared that his eyes could get any bigger or bluer. They were glowing now, and you could feel he was shaking slightly. 

You retrieved your notebook from beside you, “I suppose I should thank you for answering my call, though for once I didn't plan this one.” You laughed showing the page of doodles that had served as his invitation. 

His mouth moved for a few beats, but no words came out; he took a deep breath and reached in his coat pocket pulling out something small and yellow, before throwing it in his mouth (do demons need medicine?) Another deep breath and the tremors radiating from his body stopped.

“Well you had to have some need….. f -for assistance for you to call me here” 

“What if I just wanted some company” you teased leaning toward him. His body shivered. (So he liked that idea)

“I-I-I I would be willing to answer a call like..” his face flushed pink as his eyes scanned your face and dropped for a second to the neckline of your dress. He snapped his gaze back to your eyes, releasing the next word in a breathy sigh, "That…..b-b-but it takes more intention than com-com-company to call me forth.” You couldn't help but notice his free hand making a come hither motion as he stumbled over the same syllable. You failed to hide the smirk on your face, and your reaction made him go slightly rigid, his face turning red, emitting an almost purple aura as the blush mixed with the glow from his blue eyes. 

You chuckled, “I suppose that aspect will be a bonus to our arrangement. My intentions were driven by anger from the meeting I was trapped in. Should technically still be in there, but they don't listen to me anyway. Hence the unconscious request for assistance. First time I've doodled a demon to earth.” You met his eyes, eager to see his reaction to you calling him out. 

To your surprise, he actually relaxed some at your admittance to summoning him. “So you know, w-w-what I am..?"

“If I didn't, I would have ran away positively spooked by the deer man with a commanding aura under the table…. No matter how cute he was.” You brought your hand up to his very rosy cheek, but before you made contact you heard the meeting room doors open. 

“Shit! Please tell me you have a human disguise.”

Notes------

2P Alastor originates from the folllowing

https://anic-mj.tumblr.com/post/627521842542936064/2palastorblueberry/amp

[konaiiro]

wip: Summer '12 - Mandy Milkovich

A wip I cooked up a while ago which has been sitting in drafts. Planning to clean it up and finish it soon.

s2/s3 of Shameless from the perspective of Mandy.

Looking back, summer of 2012 had been something special. Something was in the air they breathed; in the beer they drank and in the joints they smoked. It was unescapable and ever since the leaves began to yellow later that season, she had craved that feeling like an addict. They didn’t have a 12-step guide for this kind of heartache; grow up or eat shit was the method around here. Both Ian and Mandy hadn’t been children for long, adults before they reached double digits, so maybe that summer was the years they missed out on - shoved into that crazy couple months before senior year. 

It wasn’t perfect but it was theirs and it was fucking everything. 

Ian Gallagher was the first boy to call her beautiful. Not her ass or her tits, but all of her, everything that made her Southside trash and maybe one day something more. When she thought back, she always liked to believe he also meant her soul. Maybe that’s why the next years hurt so bad - souls don’t heal the same. 

Admittedly, she had first been drawn to him by what some would call chivalry; it was in short supply around these parts. Watching his messily cut fringe and freckled cheeks in history class, the boy shockingly oblivious to it all, Mandy saw someone worth looking at. Ian didn’t look at her like she expected, he didn’t really look at her at all. Normally it took less to get a man watching, but just in case the boy was dense, she shimmied up her skirt before she tracked him down. 

The next week was a blur. Childishly, it had hurt being pushed away. It was embarrassing and humiliating, but worst of all, it hurt to think a good guy like Ian wouldn’t want anything to do with her. When she got home, tear-stained, to the questions from her brothers, the accusation just rolled out of her mouth. Milkovichs don’t cry. Milkovichs aren’t pussies. It somehow was worse to tell her siblings that someone didn’t want her, that she wasn’t worthy of someone who was good for the sake of it. The facade cracked when the ginger-haired boy found her outside her house, a piece of the puzzle clicking into place. 

She had been surprised when Ian said it, but in the end, it didn’t matter. Mandy would want him in any way he would let her. 

It was from then on that she saw the light of the Gallaghers, like a beacon buoyed out in the dark ocean. She was merely swimming towards something to keep her afloat. Mandy didn’t understand everything, like the unmeasured love to each other that the siblings had. She understood the devotion though - her kind was bloody and raw and destructive, because when there is a war on, you don’t get to question what you are fighting for. 

She had been stupid enough to draw her attention to Ian’s older brother. He had that smile that made sure you knew he was trouble, a cigarette falling from his lips, but at least he was looking back. 

He was known around the neighbourhood, always had been. First, sneered as Frank’s son, then as the delinquent street rat they all were, but it changed around middle school. He was the smart one, the one destined to go somewhere, the one lucky enough to have a ticket out of here. Mandy never believed the rumours, she had a fair share of her own to know that lot of them would be complete horse shit. She should’ve though, she really should have listened when they talked about Karen Jackson and the Gallagher boy’s take-no-prisoners attitude. It would’ve saved her time and heartbreak and the crushed hope that maybe Lip would take her with him when he inevitably made something of himself. 

No, she should’ve known from the start. The man was smart enough to know he was brillant but too stupid to realise he was also human like the rest of them. Nothing would've been enough for Lip and she had figured out at a young age that ass and tits only got you so far. Ian’s brother was an asshole and could be so fucking stupid but by August, Mandy had fallen in love with him. It was the kind of teenage, heatwave inducing love that she doesn’t think she’ll ever completely get over. Scars on her soul, and all that. 

Those sweet months between grades had been something like a dream. Fightclubs for both the local teens and the local robots. Weed so potent that Ian and her would discuss a life past the age of twenty five - West Point bound for him. It was another reason she loved Ian, he wanted to be something more. He gave her hope she desperately needed in the house of horrors she grew up in, in the neighbour they both did. He also talked about this boy he liked. The irony was not lost on her now that they both were chasing men who made themselves believe that they only wanted their bodies, but never their souls. Too bad they gave them anyways, laid their wishes and dreams out in hopes that something would become of it. Hoping that these men, boys really, would take a look and find something shiny and worth their time. The two of them - begging for something more, accepting what they got.

That summer had been something incredible, regardless of the heartbreak or maybe because of it, she wasn’t sure. They didn’t know it then but they would never be those two stupid highschoolers again because by the time they caught up with each other, they would be haunted by things out of their control.

It was the summer before Ian ran and Mandy stayed. It was before the bipolar caught up to him and Mickey was not fast enough to catch the man before they both crashed. It was before Kenyatta and Milwaukee and men with sharp smiles and kind money. It was before everything went to shit and the two of them would come out the other side of that storm very different people with only their beating hearts to prove that they still loved each other dearly. 

Every time the weather got warmer, she would let herself think back for a moment. Reminisce about the good, the bad and the ugly; Ian, Lip and the special type of scars that were left behind. Those months were packed to the brim on her battered camcorder SD card, now lost in her childhood bedroom like everything else that summer held - the last taste of teenage-hood they would never get again.

[echantedtoon]

Until Death Do You Vow Ch2 A Saving Plan

(EDIT: None of the things in the beginning of this chapter is cannon to The Groom of Gallagher Mansion. It's just made up for the story for Y/n's college scenes.

Warnings for mentioned murder, death, and illness.)

"Class, turn to page one hundred and thirty two. Today we'll be reviewing the foundation of our town and the roll it had in the battle of-"

The sounds of many pages turning in the large room as at least fifty students turned to the appropriate places in their textbooks. Others took out note books lined with lots of notes from previous lessons with room for future ones. Pencils and erasers at the ready for the task ahead of taking down important information. Highlighters in bright yellow ready to highlight any very important details hidden in the professor's speeches. Lights dim as the first slides showed in time with the words the professor spoke.

"Now this here is General Markus G. Tuttle. He was one of the founding fathers of our city and first established it with five other men back in sixteen hundreds under the orders of the current reigning monarch of the time."

The current slide showed up a picture of an old painting taken at the city's local museum. It's old pain chipping away but still held together enough to show the picture of a man in his late fifties in a war uniform.  The professor looked up at the slide before adjusting his glasses and looking back at the younger crowd. 

"Who here can tell me who the reigning monarchs were?" Murmurs and coughs were circulated around until one hand raised up in the very back row. He pointed at it after a moment of straining his eyes to see around the dimly lit room. "Yes. You, Y/n!"

"The reigning monarchy during that time was lead by King Cedric Roland Jackson Snider the Forth and his wife Queen Stacia Emily Snider." Your hand slowly lowered after your answer and the professor nodded in approval.

"Excellent! Yes! Both King and Queen during that time funded their exhibition out to the area where our town would first be established. Who can tell me what the original purpose of the exhibition was?" Again unsure looks were given around until once more your hand raised in answer. "Miss Y/n?"

"The original exhibition was to survey the area and establish a trading route halfway through the path leading to the next country, but the fertile grounds and booming wildlife changed their minds into establishing a large farming and hunting community instead."

"Right you are! Yes! The booming wildlife untouched by most of mankind is what drew them to that idea when first coming to the area! After discovering most of the untouched riches that lay within the surrounding forests and the nutrients in the ground, General Markus Tuttle had it in his mind to return and convince the reigning monarchy into establishing a community and improving the agriculture of the country's economy. Now who can tell me the original name of the town?" You waited to see if someone else would raise their hand and someone else did. A boy in the very front row. "Yes, Charlie!"

You didn't bother interrupting and only listened to the professor continue his lesson and turn to the next slide which was a picture of some old relics from the same time as the founding of the town. You busied yourself by writing down words in the notebook you always took with you during these classes. The words forever being inscribed upon the surface of the paper with ink- Something poked your arm making you pause.

"Psst. Hey, Bud. I gotta tell you something."

Tired f/c eyes deadpanned looked at the mitchmatched eyes of the man sitting next to you blinking behind glasses. A head of red hair met you as he again poked your upper arm.

"What, Taylor?," you whisper hissed back to him voice low to avoid drawing attention. "I'm trying to take notes here. You should be taking notes too! You have no idea if this'll be on the finals!"

Taylor, your best friend and dorm buddy, didn't seemed phased by your words in the slightest and only whispered back. "We need to talk about the OHSIC. It's important!"

"We're having a meeting anyways tonight. You can wait until then."

"WHAT?! BUT THAT'S STILL HOURS AWAY-"

"Mr. Potts." The professor gave a look of silent disapproval as the lesson paused. A good few heads also turned to stare at the seemingly frozen red head next to you suddenly in the spotlight. "Is there something so important that you have to disrupt my lesson? If so please share it with the class."

In an instant Taylor's face went an embarrassed red and he shook his head no. "N-NO! I was just-...Uh. A-Asking to borrow a pencil! Yeah!"

The professor narrowed his heads. "Well then next time ask quietly or better. Next time actually come prepared and not disrupt the class. Now then. " He turned back to the board. "As I was saying, most of the earliest population consisted of farmers and their families and their farm hands and their families. However there was a couple dozen larger plantations usually owned by the wealthier families of the time. One of the most famous ones being-"

Taylor gave a sigh of relief as the faces of their classmates turned away from them and focused back onto the lesson the professor was giving.

"I told you. Just wait until all our classes are finished and we'll talk at the weekly meeting. Ok?" You looked back to the notebook after giving Taylor a quick reassuring pat on the hand.

His cheeks turned back to the faint color of pink before he pulled his hands back and looked away. "F-Fine. But don't take too long."

You only smiled at his pouty tone. You were used to it by now though. It's just how Taylor was ever since you both met two years ago in your first year of college. You both just happened to be taking the same classes as each other two of them being Local History and Folklore Studies, also known as Folkloristics. It was the study of all aspects of culture, particularly material culture or the products of a society. Or in other words local folklore, myths, and legends. And in this city there was certainly quite a lot. You weren't sure why but you were always fascinated by the paranormal and fantasy sides of things. You supposed that's what drew you both together as friends. Granted Taylor was WAY more into the cryptozoology parts than you were but it was still a  thing you two could bond over. Local History and Folklore Studies were the best ways to find out about any spooky happenings that were around the city and a way for you to study for that job you wanted. You were hoping to get a job ast the local museum and become a writer on the side. What better way to achieve both your passions? Which was also why you took the Language Art classes the University offered. 

But you weren't expecting to make a friend in Taylor but it was easier when you both realized you had a lot in common and you saw each other so often. Taylor may have been eccentric, quote 'nerdy', and over passionate about everything he was passionate about but he was honestly one of the easiest guys to talk to you've met. 

Other than Ia-.....

Anyways- It was sorta hard not to be friends with him and hang out with him especially when you both stayed in the same dorm building on campus. It was halfway through the first year of college that he made his club and by the second year you agreed to joining after he practically begged you to. It was a pleasant distraction after all you've been through, and you could rely on Taylor to at least be there for you. Even if he could be a lot, he was a good friend you could count on. 

The rest of the classes were spent on collecting notes as usual with each one but you noticed that Taylor seemed more anxious and impatient about something the more time had passed. Guess whatever it was was eating at him a lot. So when you're last class ended for the day and you gathered your things, it shouldn't have surprised you when Taylor grabbed your arm practically dragging you behind him pushing past people and giving you both dirty looks as he pushed through the crowds.

"Taylor! What the heck?! You dug in your heels and yanked your hand from his with a frown. "What are you trying to do? Pull my arm outta socket?"

"Y/n, class is over! You gotta-"

"Stop by my dorm room and put my books away!" You frowned. "Not to mention I left the notes for the next meeting on my desk."

"That can wait! We gotta talk NOW!! It's a matter of life and death for the club!"

Your brow rose. "I doubt that but fine. I'm gonna go put my stuff away and grab the notes. Just go and I'll meet you at the library as usual." You turned away and began walking.

"I- You- BUT- ...RRRRRR!!" He gripped his head before stomping off making you roll your eyes at his antics. 

Always so dramatic about things. You were sure whatever it was it wasn't as bad as he was making it out to be-

"THEY'RE GONNA SHUT DOWN THE OHSIC!!!"

Ok. Maybe you were mistaken.

You had just arrived with the small notebook you set aside just for OHSIC meetings and you were just expecting to go over your failed attempt to pull in more members by handing out homemade flyers and go over more ways to get members when Taylor grabbed you by the shoulders when you first stepped foot in the University library. His panicked voice echoed in your face. 

...You blinked. "What?"

"The Union Chairman said he's going to take away all the funding and space for the club because we haven't been retaining members!" Hr finally let go of you and began to pace as you blinked shaking your head. "'The space is being utterly wasted on us'. Can you believe that stupid pig faced jerk?!"

"Taylor, keep it down. We're in the library. Do you want us to get kicked out of here too?" 

Your frown seemed to cut through his rambles because he sighed and rubbed his face. "No. Sorry I guess. B-But we gotta do something!"

"Ok. Time out!" You held up your hands in a 'T' shape making Taylor once again as a hand pointed at him. "Back up to the beginning. What's going on?"

Taylor blinked before groaning which turned into a sigh. "This morning. I-I got called into a meeting with the Union Chairman." He motioned his hands around with a scowl. "He basically said he's going to shut down the club if we don't get members soon and FAST!"

Your face contorted into one of shock . Well you couldn't say you were too surprised by the outcome. The club has had trouble retaining membership for a while now with the only consistent members being Taylor who was the founder and you being the vice president of only because you were the only other member who showed up. Mostly only because it was a good distraction for what happened two years ago (even if you had gotten over it by now) and because you felt bad for Taylor putting in so much work into the club. 

"Really? I wasn't expecting it to happen this soon. I thought they would've waited at least until this Christmas break before deciding to drop funding."

"You knew this would happen?!"

"Not so soon but eventually. The club's been in in hot water for a while now Taylor."

He growled again running his hands over his face and messy red locks screwing up his glasses. "They said they wanted to use our space for the JUGGLING CLUB!! THE JUGGLING CLUB!! Can you believe that?!"

You rose a brow at Taylor's logic. By his logic clowns juggle things. Clown are scary and evil. Therefore by default the juggling club was scary and evil. Maybe that's what had gotten to him the most and made him so angry? Either way you just shook your head and sighed.

"Well the whole point of today's meeting was to figure out new ways to get new members anyways." You lightly waved the notebook in your hands. "So do you want to start the meeting now and see if we can figure something out?"

He lit up fixing his glasses and turning. "Right then! Vice prez, let's get brainstorming!" You rolled your eyes and followed Taylor to a hidden table in the back between a few shelves where he sat down. "Alright! Roll call! Say here if you're present!"

"Taylor, we're the only ones here. *sigh* But here."

"Here! All members of the OSHIC are accounted for. As club president I dub this meeting started! Now that's out of the way, it's time to get down to business!" He pointed at you . "We need to start finding new members to save the club fast! Any ideas?"

"Not a single one." You dropped the notebook on the table and gestured to it. "We've tried everything and nothing's worked. At least nothing long term. I've written it all down here and we've been through it over and over again."

He groaned slumping over to press his face against the table. "Great. This is just what we wanted today....What if we put an ad on the University's web page?"

"We tried that. Ten times in the last two years." Taylor groaned muffled by the table again. "What if we do a ghost story contest? Maybe that might attract a few people from the writing classes."

"Not a bad idea but what would we use as a prize? Between us both we both got like twenty bucks to spare and I don't think hand me down furniture and broke college kid ramen is a very enticing prize."

It was your turn to sigh. He was right about that part. "It's too bad we don't just have something cool like a magic wand like Cinderella's fairy godmother or something really cool like some alien tech. We'd be getting hundreds of members and some money offers too. But that only happens in movies."

"Yeah...Hey. Wait a sec." Taylor's head lifted up from the wooden table as his eyes widened, glasses crooked. "That's it!" You jumped as he suddenly leaned back up smacking his hands onto the table. "That is it!"

"Uh...What is?"

"Most of the people leave the club because it's not enticing enough or they get bored, but if we can actually get some actual proof that the paranormal exists then that'll make more people more interested!"

Your brows rose again. "Uh huh. And how exactly are we supposed to do that? We haven't actually been able to get anything besides some muffled audio recordings from the ghost investigations you had us do. And even that won't be convincing to most people."

Taylor laughed awkwardly looking away nervously. "Ahaha. Rrriiiight. *Ahem* Anyways-" he quickly changed the subject. "This town's huge! There's gotta be at least ONE paranormal hotspot that we can take advantage of! All we gotta do is find one and get some proof and BINGO!! CLUB'S SAVED!!"

"That's your plan?"

He placed one hand on his hip frowning. "You got any better ideas?"

"Touche. But how are we going to get proof? It's not like we can just waltz into the woods and ask Bigfoot and the forest elves to pose for us."

Despite chuckling at your words Taylor spoke with a serious voice. "We'll just have to do a little research! And lucky for us we're in the best sort of lace for studying!" He gestured to the walls around him as if to answer his own words. "C'mon! There's not a moment to lose! I'll check out the computers and see if there's anything interesting we missed! You scan the shelves!"

Your face deadpanned as he was already standing up to make his way to the nearest computer. Of course you'd get the harder job. You sighed and with a roll of your eyes you stood up to go browse the shelves. By now you already knew where most of ghost stories and haunted history books were so it was so easy to walk over towards the shelf and pulled out the first book that might be useful in your search titled 'Real Hauntings and Unsolved Murders'. Cue ten minutes later of you flipping through the pages as Taylor was... somewhere around here also assumedly researching. 

"... Hey! There's a bus station where someone was murdered twenty years ago. They say his face was pale and looked like he saw the devil himself before he died." You called out looking up at the rows of shelves. "You wanna try and have a seance there? Maybe we can conjure something up."

There was a moment before Taylor leaned back in his chair to poke his head out three shelves down from you. His nose crinkled as he shook his head. "Nah. It'd be weird if we just lit candles up and used a ouija board at a public bus stop. Someone might even call the police and get us in trouble. Besides it's too noisy and crowded there. Even if we did get anything it'd be hard to make out from the noise mess." His head disappeared and you sighed. 

Unfortunately he did have another good point. Back to the books. You skimmed through the rest of the book which was mostly uninteresting old murders and legendary ghost stories from around the world which weren't helpful to you. So you placed it back and picked up another book titled 'Cryptids of The Century.' You flipped through the first chapter talking about the author and her experiences before skimming the stories told. 

"..Taylor!"

"Yeah?," his voice called back to you.

"You remember that old pond that used to be by the park?"

"Yeah?"

"They say a siren lives there. You wanna try and see if we can get anything from there?"

Another small pause. "Didn't they drain the pond and fill it in to expand the park's playground on top of it?"

You wanted to smack your face. Instead you sighed. "Right. I forgot about that. I'll keep looking. Any luck on your end?"

"No dice," he called back, "I've been scanning through every search pop up in our area but most of it are things we already checked out, proven to be fake, or don't have enough backing to be worth the effort. UGH! I didn't think finding at least one good haunting experience would be this hard!"

"Keep looking, Taylor. I'm sure we'll find something." You looked back to the book. "Even if we gotta dig through the boring haunts, we'll find something to use."

There was more silence as you flipped through a few pages talking about an alleged unicorn sighting from over a hundred years ago when Taylor hummed again loudly in thought. 

"Boring haunts. Hey. I think you might have something there!" You looked up from the book but didn't see him. "It just crossed my mind!"

"What did?"

The sounds of a chair scraping could be heard before Taylor appeared standing up and smiling excitedly. "Something we've never done before!" Your face looked even more confused so he continued to explain excitedly holding up his hands. "Okay, okay. Here's the plan! You know that old house way out there on the corner of town? That old Gallagher place where all those deaths and murders happened ages ago?"

You paused for a long moment before you understand what he was talking about. "Wait. You mean the old Gallagher Mansion?"

He nodded excitedly with a bright smile. "Don't you see? We've never checked it out! We all thought it was too boring. Too bland. Too.. vanilla. But no! Maybe we made a mistake trying to find new things when we've left the biggest stone in town unturned!"

You hummed again at his words before staring down at the book you still held in deep thought. That... wasn't a too bad of an idea. You both really hadn't been there before as everyone knew it's reputation quite well around here. It's a hot spot for college dorks to drink and hope no one notice, an occasional haunted house for paranormal investigators, and home to a few basic ghost stories a lot of the older locals take pride in. Heritage and horror in one neat package. Other times it was an attraction for the tourists' haunted tours during Halloween but mostly it was just one of the older abandoned houses around here. There was a few but most were in the woods where the forest drew over the abandoned parts of the earlier town. 

"That's an idea I'll give ya that." The book closed before you pointed at him. "But there's been TONS of investigations done there and no one's really proven anything's there. Plus people use that old place for parties all the time and no one's really came back with ghost encounters. Even if they did, it just could've easily been a hallucination from the booze they always have at those parties."

"I know but isn't it worth at least one shot?" He countered back. "We've never even tried to see the place before and who knows. Maybe the ghosts never revealed themselves to anyone partying because they don't like it. Would you want to talk to a whole bunch of drunk college jocks if you were a ghost?"

"Probably not. But I guess that's a fair enough point. There's no harm by looking at it I guess."

Taylor happily lit up with a wide grin and held up a hand. "Right then! Vice Prez, tonight we're hitting the books! Research like your life depends on it!"

You sighed placing your book back on the shelf. It'd be a long night you could see. "You're lucky you're my friend. Go look up the mansion on the computer, I think I already know the book I need."

"Right! This will be what saves the club! I just know it!"

You rolled your eyes as Taylor disappeared again and went to pull out the book you needed. A book titled 'Unusual Murders and Mysteries.' You remembered there was two whole big chapters dedicated to the Gallagher Mansion when you skimmed through it once trying to research good ghost hunting spots for the club. You opened it up and turned the pages until they got to the parts you needed. Stopping and carefully beginning to read the words written there. Meanwhile Taylor typed away at the keyboard quickly. You just turned the first page when Taylor shouted again.

"Eureka! I found them!" Taylor's shout caught your attention enough to walk over and peep around the shelf at his smiling face. He smiled at you before looking back to the bright screen where a web page was open to a black and white old photo of a grand mansion and the article under it. "According to this...The Gallaghers were a well off military family from Europe who came to America in the mid eighteen hundreds." He scrolled down more giving you the summery of the large article before stopping on another article next to two old black and white photos of an older couple. "Archibald Gallagher, the family patriarch, found success as a cornmeal Barron. He married a woman named Mildred and together they had a total of.." He paused again to scroll down more until he stopped on a bigger black and white photo. It was the older couple again and seven younger men and women whom looked about your's and Taylor's age. "Seven children."

"Wow. Quite the large family." You commented looking at the large family portrait. 

Taylor shrugged. "It was normal during those days to have large families. But all of the Gallaghers were quite exceptional except for-"

"Elias right? That's the ghost that's rumored to haunt the mansion."

Taylor nodded. "He would be.." His eyes squinted at the old family Portrait before pointing out one person that stood behind who you assumed to be one of his sisters sitting in a chair and between two tall men who must've been his brothers. You could barely make him out from the crowded photo. "That one there. Elias was born the black sheep of his family. All of his other other siblings were born healthy and strong, but Elias's birth came with a lot of complications."

"He was bedridden for most of his childhood right?"

Again Taylor nodded. "Pretty much the epitome of the sickly Victorian child trope."

You frowned. "I don't think it should be talked about like that."

He shrugged before moving onto the next paragraph of the article. "They all died under mysterious circumstances other than Elias who's death was arguably the most normal out of all the family deaths if you can count murder normal."

"How though?"

"Well a lot of rumors say it's cuz of a curse, but nobody can agree why they were cursed to begin with. The eldest died in a freak accident involving a horse and from there it's a chain reaction of freak accidents in short susession, completely unrelated to the previous deaths but without fail it would kill the next eldest child like a couple of dominoes hitting them in some pretty gruesome ways." Taylor looked almost pitiful at the dates of deaths and the causes of the deaths listed next to the names of each Gallagher family member. 

"That's got to be so hard on the family dealing with so much tragedy."

"I don't think Archibald and Mildred were too happy to write Elias down as their sole heir after his brothers and sisters all passed on but somehow he managed to dodge the curse. At least until his own death when he was murdered but he still managed to outlive his parents too." He squinted at more of the deaths listed in the article. "Also not too long after rewriting the will both of them died during a bridge collapse on what was supposed to be a calm carriage ride. Same energy as scented candles setting fire to your apartment."

"That part about him surviving for so long is a big strange." You hummed. "Why would the curse skip the youngest sibling and go after his parents only to then come back for him?"

"There was and still is speculation about Elias spinning elaborate murder schemes to take down his family but here's the thing." Taylor rubbed his chin in thought. "Elias had few people to write too and even fewer people who'd write back. According to this, Elias became a permanent shut in after becoming head of the entire Gallagher Estate. I'd probably do that too if it was me."

You nodded in agreement. "Who wouldn't after something like that happened to you? But..Elias was killed himself wasn't he?"

"Yep! Murdered."

"By who?"

"That would be.." Taylor scrolled down more. "Gerald and Violet Dupont. According to this, Gerald Dupont was the Gallagher's groundskeeper and after the death of the rest of his family he introduced Elias to his sister, Violet Dupont, as a fellow heiress without a partner. You can guess what happened after that."

"The whole courting thing, proposing, and a romantic fairytale wedding right?'

He waved a hand. "Everything but the wedding part. According to these old newspaper clippings-" He again gestured to the screen. "Elias died the night before his wedding ceremony while the Duoonts were caught red handed tearing the mansion apart looking for the family's fortune."

"Wait. I know this part." Taylor looked up at you as you flipped through the still open book in your hands. "He was found with his head decapitated from his body using an axe and the Duponts were arrested on charges of murder. Without anyone else to claim the property it was soon abandoned after Elias's burial."

"What a way to go huh?"

You nodded. "And selfish. To murder just to steal a poor man's family legacy. They must've taken advantage of his own grief."

Taylor nodded before looking back at the screens. "Which is why besides ghost hunting, we'll also see if we can find out where the fortune is. Treasure hunting isn't our primary goal but it's still worth looking out for."

You nodded. "Good idea. Even if we don't find any ghosts, finding a legendary fortune would also make us famous but are you sure there's even any treasure? I mean wouldn't someone have found it by now?"

"All these old newspaper clippings keep mentioning how big the inheritance was but some assets were never accounted for in the banks. Rumor has it that the Gallaghers kept some of it hidden on the estate."

"Alright but those are just rumors. That doesn't really mean there's a treasure and that doesn't necessarily mean there's a ghost either."

Taylor hummed. "Maybe but we have to try."

"That's another thing." The book closed with a thud and pointed at him. "If no one's ever seen the ghost, or at least recently-" The rumors had to have started from somewhere. So there might've been a ghost at one point or a long time ago someone THOUGHT they saw the ghost of Elias Gallagher. "-how are we going to get him to show up for us? No other investigation has ever been successful and no one else has claimed to see him."

Taylor legitimately looked shocked at the revelation before again he hummed and a hand rubbed his chin. "That's... Actually a fair point. Even if he's there he might just want to be left alone and not talk to anyone."

"So there's no way we could get him to talk even if he supposedly was there? Great. That's another dead end." You turned to leave but stopped when Taylor's hand grabbed yours.

"Wait a sec. ... Maybe it's not WHY. Maybe it's a matter of how and when!" He turned to you as you blinked confused. "Think. Why would Elias want to talk to anyone? Drunk people party in his home and investigators usually come demanding he show himself. So maybe it's just how we go about trying to communicate with him, and when. And it just so happens that this week happens to be one of the best days to do a ghost hunt! What's the last day of this week?"

"Um...Friday?"

"Friday THE THIRTEENTH!," Taylor corrected you with a bright smile. "Paranormal activity increases more on Friday the Thirteenth more than any other day of the year except for Halloween! And not only that! This Friday the Thirteenth is supposed to be a blood moon! Which also increases paranormal activity. And on top of BOTH of those it's also gonna be a FULL MOON too! How lucky can we get? The moon being in its fullest cycle is said to increase in power. This is like the best combination possible!"

You blinked at him before slowly nodding. "Ok. That's all really good conditions. But even with all of that and even if we ask him really nicely, all that stuff still doesn't guarantee anything. If that was true then that crew who did the investigation on All Hallows Eve, which is arguably more powerful than Friday the Thirteenth, would've gotten something."

Again Taylor hummed in thought looking you over, then back to the computer screen, then back to you gears whirling in his head. Before he smiled very widely and in a way you didn't like. "Oh I think I have an idea. Get ready, Bud! We're gonna investigate the old dump! I just know there's something we can find in there. It's our last hope!"

[artistic-endchamber]

Untitled Ship Files - 001

♥ Yuno Grinberryall x Giana Silverstone (Oc) ♥

♥ 𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙮: 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 ♥

•❣•୨୧ "It feels like... I'm falling in love all over again.." ୨୧•❣•

A special thanks to @hybridanafrost for being enthusiastic about this!!

‘Do I have a yellow pen..?’

'No… I don’t think I do.’

Giana sighed, looking up at the sky momentarily before she looked back down. It was an off day, and she didn’t have much to do. She had finished her research for the day, and had nothing else to do. That’s how she ended up in the courtyard, underneath a tree.

She reached for her small pouch filled with ink pens – hoping to find a color other than black. After a bit of rumbling around lazily with one arm; she found it a green pen. She shook it a tiny bit to get the ink moving and pressed it onto her hand. With complete focus, she began coloring in the leaves placed with the vine pattern she had drawn onto her skin just a while ago. She filled in one after the other without blinking or moving for even a second. This was a habit of hers. She had to draw or do something to get her brain working, she just couldn’t have it any other way. Leaving her without anything creative to do was like leaving a man without food and water for a week – She swore it would kill her. She had to do something to get her creativity out; so she was doing this. She was drawing on her hand. ‘Next… The flowers. Red petals should be good, I think.’

Her hands moved to her pouch again, rustling around only a little bit to find a red pen. She repeated the same process, shaking it before starting. She took note of how every flower had four petals – and how the ones that didn’t she would be coloring with blue instead of red. ‘If I don’t have yellow.. What should I color the cent-’

“Hey,” This time, her thoughts were interrupted by a voice. The voice was a masculine one, and one she recognized. She looked up slowly, blinking. “Hey, Yuno.” She smiled softly as the tall, black-haired man crouched down to sit next to her. He pressed his back against the tree and looked up at the sky and she went on to scribble on her hand again. He noticed this, and stared at the design momentarily before making a remark–

“That looks nice.” She looked up at him and stayed quiet for a few seconds. She opened her lips and mumbled a “thanks” before she looked back down at her hand. But this time, she didn’t continue drawing or coloring. Yuno raised an eyebrow, this was the quietest she had ever been, other than their first meeting – and he wondered why. He noticed Giana swallow thickly before she spoke again. “I used to draw on my old best friend's hand all the time. He would draw on mine, too. We would always leave with each other’s drawings visible on our hands.” With how fast she spoke, it felt like she was just blurting the little tidbit out to Yuno, rather than her just talking normally. He took a second to process her blurb but nodded after he was done; responding with an “I see.” Giana nodded yet again before she went back to drawing, and Yuno watched her. It took about 5 minutes for him to come up with something else to say. It was usually Giana who talked and dragged him into the silliest things – he was only now realizing how hard her job actually was.

“Here, Let me draw on your hand.” He started off on a soft tone, looking down at her. His gaze was met when she stared up at him with a blank expression and then blinked. “Or would you rather prefer to draw on m-” “No, No, Yuno. I would love to draw on your hand.” Giana smiled softly, which made Yuno feel better. At least she wasn’t as down as she had seemed at first… She was just quiet, is all. He let his hand out, and Giana handed him a black ink pen. He took it in his right hand and held her hand in his left. This hand was Giana’s blank hand, so he was able to start fresh. The red-haired girl informed him to shake the pen first – and so he did. He shook it before he bent down and pressed down onto her skin, starting with a small, four-leaf clover in the center. “Like your grimoire?” Giana raised an eyebrow before she questioned him. She was curious about his plans, but that was all she asked.  Yuno was silent at first. He looked up at her and sat back up, only to kiss the tip of Giana’s nose and bend back down yet again.

“Don’t worry, love. You’ll see. And I promise, I won’t disappoint.”

[arvensimp]

hello!! dont mind if i ask for a GN! reader x arven, but they mysteriously has an ancient time zoroark, aka hisui zoroark that is very protective of Reader?

Hello! I'm going to hurt your feelings with this one if that's okay.

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Disobedient

Arven x GN!Reader with a Hisuian Zoroark, angst, maybe some aspects of horror?

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The world is a cold place. Sometimes it is warm, but mostly it is cold. Days are spent hunting and playing, but mostly hunting.

Until you.

Then the world is different. It becomes...warmer. Zoroark thinks it likes things warmer now. There are hands. Your hands. Kind hands, with berries and pets and scratches of the good kind and not the hurting kind.

Zoroark definitely likes the warmer world now.

Then the world changes again, and Zoroark thinks that maybe this will be good, too.

Until it isn't.

Until there's a man.

He smells like burning and fire and fermenting things and more that is too hot. He holds the small worlds of his friends upside down. He gets close to you, too close. That's not right. Zoroark voices its displeasure at the state of affairs, but is forced back into the small world.

That's......that's not how it likes the world to be.

It cannot escape the small world for now.

So it waits.

The next time it is out in the big world, Zoroark shows you all of its love. It brings you berries and stones and leaves and even a pretty feather it finds. It is far prettier than the burning man with his strange foods and his satchel of foul smelling secrets.

As usual you cuddle up together and snack on berries, and the world seems to be well.

Until the man comes back.

This time, he tries to bribe Zoroark with what smells like more fermented wheat and berries, then he tries with meats, and Zoroark refuses to have any part of his trickery. Doesn't he know that Zoroark is the master of tricks and illusions? If he doesn't, he will soon.

Zoroark has its fur stand on a razors edge, puffing itself up to be as large as possible. The man may be large, but he does not have claws. He does not have teeth that can bite as well as Zoroark.

It can smell the fear radiating off the man. Good. He should be afraid. He has no business in its territory near its family.

Then the world is small again.

Zoroark huffs and curls into a ball.

It can wait.

It waits.

It waits well.

Eventually you and the man are asleep. That is when Zoroark uses the bulk of its strength to free itself from the small world.

It wants to growl at the man's proximity to you, as he sleeps in a yellow cocoon like a lowly insect, but it stops. It will not wake you or him. Zoroark narrows its eyes and concentrates. One of the first things you taught it was never to harm a person...so how can it best frighten away the man without harming the body?

Zoroark gets down low on all fours. It looks closely at the man, at his hair which isn't nearly as voluminous as Zoroark's own. At his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath.

It closes its eyes and sees what it can see of the man's inside eyes.

He looks around at the world the man has crafted in his head.....his own small world.

Back in the big world, Zoroark shape shifts, its illusion covering it like another cloak of fur.

It shakes briefly, setting the illusion in place, then moves lithely to hover over the man. It runs a claw over his face. Gentle. This is not a claw now. This is a human paw, though it seems this human kept itself sharp.

The man stirs.

Zoroark repeats the action and in a voice which is not its own, it speaks.

"Arven..."

The man squeezes his eyes tighter at first then opens them slowly in a squint. "Hm...?"

Zoroark tilts its head to the side, watching him through someone else's gaze. "Arven."

"...M-Mom?!" He speaks in a hush.

Zoroark tilts its head the other way, drawing its claw back across the man's cheek, applying just a bit more pressure to the delicate skin. "Arven..."

"You're not here... You're gone." He sounds scared. Good.

Zoroark's head evens out, and using the illusion, it slowly smiles a kind and motherly smile down at the man, but it grows from there, wider and wider. Unnaturally wide. Teeth growing thinner and sharper and longer as more and more teeth move to fill in the space of its ever growing saccharine grin.

Eyes that were a cool cyan turn inky, swirling with oil spill slick rainbows that have a dizzying effect.

Zoroark watches as the man breaks out into a cold sweat.

"Arven...." It says again, this time allowing its illusory voice to distort, to combine with the sound of shattering bones as it slowly cracks the jaw of the phantom, letting the mouth open wide and wider still, while the skull bounces unnaturally along the spine, jolting as if propelled by electricity in an unholy way.

It raises its hands which have now transformed into more proper claws by Zoroark's standards to the man's face.

It is getting ready to dig in, not breaking skin of course, when the man calls out the name of one of his friends, releasing them from their small world.

Then suddenly Zoroark is thrown to the side by a large dog, and the illusion is dispelled.

The man sits up with wide eyes and tears streaming down his face, and then you're at his side, rubbing his back.

Zoroark burns. It doesn't even register being thrust back into its small world once again.

It. Just. Seethes.

[pedropascal-y]

Look Away From Me - Joel Miller x Reader

joel miller x f!reader

MDNI, 18+, ageless/empty/under 18 blogs will be blocked.

word count: 1.9K

  Warnings: Domestic abuse, mentions of domestic abuse, cussing, violence (typical TLOU stuff), age gap (26 to Joel's 56), ‘cheating’, please lmk if I missed any.

While there is no smut in the first couple of chapters, there will be eventually, and thus the 18+ requirement

  Summary: In Jackson, WY, you are one of the teachers in the community. You are quite young which means Ellie takes a liking to you and she’s not the only one. 

  a/n: please share your thoughts! I’m not new to fanfiction writing but it HAS been a while. I am a massive Joel Miller girl. I will try my hardest to avoid ‘y/n’ but it may happen occasionally. You do have a nickname, Sunny, that your father gave you before he passed. 

(i made the mdni & arrows picture, credit me if u use it.)

Index:

Chapter 1 - Fruits of Labor - 04/13/2023

Chapter 2 - X - Coming Soon

Wyoming summers are unbearably hot, at least this one was. I pulled my desk drawer open and set my planner and journal inside. He would never let me have something private, so I kept my journal locked in my work desk. “I haven’t patrolled something in a while and Jackson is so large,” Ellie said, drawing on a piece of loose paper. The other students have grouped off to chat while they finish up their assignments for the day. 

“You’ve got this, Ellie, you’re stronger than the majority of the kids here.” I smiled at her, watching her try to hide her blush. Ellie preferred to sit next to my desk and talk to me, rather than the other kids. She was more grown than the others which broke my heart. At fourteen, she lived through more than some of the adults in the community. Besides, unspoken social rules went out the window the moment the world ended. Being friends with a fourteen-year-old was the least problematic thing I could do. Dina placed her paper on my desk and smiled at Ellie.

“Are you coming to the summer party this week, Sunny?” Dina asked me and looked back at her friends. 

“When have I ever missed it, Dina?” I smiled at her, grabbing the paper from the corner of my desk and sliding it into the basket, “Ellie, you and Joel should come! The community hasn’t seen much of you two.” 

She dropped her pencil and brushed her loose hair from her face. “I’ll see if I can get the old man to get out of the house.” Ellie grabbed my calendar and looked for the party. Since I’ve no clue what day it is exactly or what month for that matter, I’ve made a calendar specifically used for keeping track of schooling for the kids. The community picked up on using it because their kids spread it around. 

The classroom fell silent as I stood from my chair and dismissed them for the day. I tightened the braid in my hair and grabbed my apron from the shelf beside me. The sun was shining brightly, the heat was radiating and everyone was wearing as few clothes as possible. The farm was a decent walk from the building they designated as my schoolhouse. I wasn’t one to complain, I loved being in nature. Whenever people were needed for runs, I volunteered to go. There was nothing like a Wyoming forest, the scenery of the hills and mountains was breathtaking, even the thirtieth time around. 

“Hey there, Sunny,” Judith waved to me before bending back down to tend the carrots. I waved back quickly before pulling my apron on. My dress was a pale yellow with small daisies on it. I wasn’t worried about dirt getting on it but if I could minimize the amount of dirt, I was going to. Ellie made eye contact with me as I picked up the small basket for weeds I pulled. She waved and continued walking with Hayden, the teenager who was also assigned to patrol duty. He was interested in her and it was obvious to everyone who ever looked their way. Ellie? Ellie is a, and I am quoting her here, “hardcore lesbian.” I kneeled down in the dirt and started tugging away the weeds around the strawberry bushes. I sank my hands under the freshly turned dirt and took a deep breath. The sun shone on my face and warmed me both inside and out. Ellie stood at the gate of the patch and watched me. “Sunny?” She called out.

“Yes?” I answered.

“Why haven’t you gone home yet?”

“I like being in nature and they don’t care that I help them out.” I shrugged, gently pouring some water onto the leaves of the strawberry bush. Ellie waved Hayden off and opened the gate. She knelt down beside me and pulled a strawberry from the bush. “At least help me pull weeds if you’re going to steal produce, Ells.” I laughed and nudged her. She laughed and tugged on a small weed near the bush she stole from. 

Ellie and I stood up from the ground and high-fived each other for our work. “Ellie?” Someone called out for her. We turned around and I locked eyes with Joel. 

“Hey, old man!” She yelled to him. Ellie watched as Joel locked eyes with me, “This is Sunny, my teacher and part-time gardener.”

“Sunny isn’t actually my name, my dad gave me that nickname.” I smiled and brushed the dirt from my apron and dress. 

“It’s a good nickname,” Joel said, his eyes still locked on me.

“Ew, stop staring, Joel!” Ellie exclaimed and left the gated farm patch.

“I wasn’t staring, let’s go get dinner.” He groaned and waved goodbye.

They continued to bicker with one another as they walked toward the canteen. Judith had left the farm not too long ago leaving me alone to put the supplies away. I tuck the emptied basket into the shelf I retrieved it from and pull my apron off. The walk to my house was quiet, the majority of the population was headed to the canteen or eating in their own homes. 

“Ace?” I called out as I opened the door. Snickersnee rubbed his face on my leg, meowing softly as I shut the door. “Is your daddy not home yet?” I asked my cat. He chirped at me in response. I pressed a soft kiss to Snickersnee’s head. He was probably still working. The house was quiet and still, not even Snic made a sound. It felt uncomfortable to have a quiet home, as a child before the outbreak my house was never quiet. It was always filled with life and music. My dad made sure of it. 

I climbed the stairs and flicked the bathroom light on. I had some dirt smeared onto my face and my hair was half in a braid and the other half a mess. My face was red and sweaty from working so hard. I pulled the towel off the wall and put some of it in cold water. My dress was clean for the most part which was a win on my part. I wiped my face down and relished in the cool fabric cleansing my face. Snickersnee was sat on top of the toilet seat, quietly watching me. I tossed the towel into the hamper and let my hair out. My brush ran through my hair smoothly until I reached the ends of it. Snic hopped onto the counter and rubbed against me. He pressed his forehead to mine and began purring. I pulled my hair into a half-up half-down hairstyle and left for the canteen.

“Sunny! Come sit with us!” Ellie yelled to me as I entered the building. I nodded and headed to the food line. Today’s menu was chicken parmesan, we had more than enough chickens to spare. I piled my plate on and grabbed water before making my way to the table Ellie and Joel were seated at. “Your hair looks good,” Ellie said as I sat down across from her. Joel was on my left, quietly finishing his dinner. “Joel,” She nudged him, and he grunted, “Tell her she looks pretty.”

He looked at me for the first time since I entered the building and I smiled at him. Joel took a moment and nodded, “Pretty.” Ellie rolled her eyes and mouthed an apology. It made me laugh. Although they weren’t blood-related, those two were family. Father and daughter without a single doubt in my mind. The canteen was loud and busy, a signal that today was a good day of work for everyone. Tommy and Maria loved when the canteen was full and lively. It reminded them of all the work that goes into the place. Maria and Tommy walked in with their daughter, Zarah. An infant, she was born two weeks ago and they were on top of the world. The older women surrounded them immediately, desperate to hold the baby. It made me smile, and the community was so willing to help new parents. Bittersweet is how I would describe it. I always wanted children but not with my husband. I don’t want to bring children into our relationship. Ace has been pushing the narrative that he and I have been trying for a baby but we use every precaution possible and we haven't had sex in the past 4 weeks. For that, I am thankful if not concerned. Why would my husband not want to have sex with me? I guess the only time he wants his hands on me is when he’s beating me.

“Alright, well, I’m all done,” I cleared my throat and looked at Ellie, “Wanna help me do dishes for the kitchen crew?”

“Hell yeah.” She exclaimed. I wouldn’t have expected her to be excited about cleaning dishes but she and I were close and loved spending time together. I took Joel’s empty plate from him and placed a hand on his shoulder before heading to the kitchen. 

“Joel,” Ellie nudged me, “Tell her she’s pretty.”

I rolled my eyes before looking up at Sunny. Her hair was nicer than when she was knees in the dirt and she was freshened up. Clean. She was gorgeous. I cleared my throat and muttered, “Pretty.” Such a weak word to describe how she looked. Ellie knew it and mouthed an apology she thought I didn’t see. I kept shoveling my food into my mouth. My back had been killing me all day and I was starving. Tommy made me miss breakfast today because he needed a crew to help lug the bodies of raiders to the river's edge. 

“Alright, well, I’m all done. Wanna help me do the dishes for the kitchen crew?” She asked Ellie. Ellie agreed quickly and snatched her plate up. Sunny grabbed my plate, placed a hand on my shoulder, and tapped before heading to the sink to wash dishes. Tommy sat down in Sunny’s seat with Zarah. Maria was grabbing herself some food. “She’s married, Joel.” He spoke first, wiggling his finger for Zarah. He had named her after Sarah, he had brought the idea to me a day or two before Maria gave birth. Ellie helped me come to agree with it, my niece is beautiful, with the deepest brown eyes and chubbiest cheeks.

“Who?”

“Sunny.”

“Ah.”

“I see the way you look at her.”

“Got no clue what you’re talking about, Tom.”

“Oh fuck off. You’re my brother.”

“Watch your language.”

“She’s not even a month old. I can say what I want.”

My eyes drifted toward Ellie and her doing dishes. Sunny reached for an extra sponge from the shelf and her dress lifted up. Purple. Her upper thigh had a purple bruise on it and rage bubbled. Tommy was too distracted trying to get Zarah to laugh to notice my fist turning white. The idea of someone laying hands on a woman enraged me already but one as kind and beautiful as her? I wanted nothing more than to murder that son of a bitch she called her husband. “Who’s her husband?” I asked, trying my hardest to restrain the anger in my voice. 

“Ace Hutchinson,” Tommy said.

“The doctor?” I asked him, looking away from Ellie and her.

“Yeah, so stay away from her.” 

“I wasn’t the one who invited her to sit with me, that was Ellie.”

“Ok, whatever you say.”

I watched as Tommy went and sat at the table with his wife, leaving me alone. Ellie splashed Sunny and laughed loudly. It was nice seeing Ellie enjoy herself and break out of her shell. I was glad someone got to see what I get to see every day of my life.

[dumbcoffeebee]

drops hcs and runs

Diluc-

Ice burn scars on chest & forearms from the fight when Kae got his vision

Lots of scars. Lots. Blades, bludgeoning dmg, various elements from the Fatui hunt or otherwise

Slight permanent tinge of blue/purple at fingertips from being unacclimated to the Snezhnayan weather the first few months of the Fatui hunt (no pyro vision during that time)

More red to his hair, bit of an orange tinge to the ends (make it look more like fire, basically)

By extension he gets grey hairs every once in a while and nobody really comments on them bc yk its Diluc mans is stressed all the time but he dyes them out/plucks them every time he notices them bc it reminds him of his dad when he started using his delusion too much & it makes him sad :(

Thick eyelashes— not super long but really thick

Freckles!! Lots of them!! Resident pretty boy fr

Calloused hands from claymore

Fire burn scars from not knowing how to infuse weapon w/ fire at first

Hawk talon scars on forearm

TAN. TAN. GIVE THIS MAN A TAN. I BEG.

Has the second of Kae’s earrings hanging next to his vision on his belt (sobbing)

Bro used to have sharp teeth but he grinds tf outta them so he should wear a grind plate thing but he doesn’t bc he’s stubborn

Every time he goes like a madlad, which is all the time but yk, he just,, forgets to shave & so it’s not uncommon to see him with like a family of six worth’s of luggage under his eyes & red stubble (little bit of grey in there?)

Oh my god this man’s eye bags. It’s so hot but oh my god the dark circles too?? Holy shit

Used to wear black pencil liner on his waterline (jk he still does esp when he’s doin the whole darknight hero thing OH MY GOD HE TAKES THE MASK OFF AND HE.. OH MY GOD DRAW THAT DRAW THAT NOW JESUS SHIT)

As much as he runs himself ragged he actually has really high personal maintenance esp hygiene-wise like bfr he’s the no.1 most sought after bachelor in Mondstadt for a reason (and it’s not just bc of his money) & that’s also just bc he was raised by Crepus who I feel like believed that no matter who you were or where you came from, everyone is deserving of respect regardless of anything & first impressions are highly important for people like them (direct descendants of the Ragnvindr clan)

So then Diluc has like an eight step skincare routine that he speedruns & I feel like he takes care of his nails really well for some reason??

Circular reddish scarring on left hand from repeated delusion use, both in Snezhnaya & out of it— it looks like a matrix-style computer virus but in his veins

Kaeya

Lets start w/ the obvious. He says there's nothing wrong with his right eye but I beg to differ there’s a long vertical scar in the middle of his eyelid from Diluc’s weapon grazing it in their fight.

As a result its not that sensitive since it was years ago, almost a decade from my math

One eye is blue like we see yes but i hc that the other is like yellow with the star pupil bc mm khaenriah

Once again freckles

Long ass fingers

Ice burn scars on chest from receiving vision & the shield it created, blasting Diluc away from being able to go in for the strike to his chest he was planning.

Constantly cold. Not really appearance but just general temp he’s always cold

Blisters/callouses on fingertips- partly from the ice, partly from training so vigorously with Diluc in swordsmanship.

Very small star tattoo from Khaenriah on inner left forearm like- the crook of it

Dark blue hair like it’s sapphire dark Albedo describes it as flowing jewels with a streak of starlight through it (the lighter streak in his bangs)

Much darker complexion than is shown in game like i hc that he’s half Khaenriahn (well, all Khaenriahn but yk) and half Sumerian on his mother’s side

Lots of scars like his brother. Not to Diluc’s magnitude, but still a lot nonetheless.

Lots of little scars from different elements w/ close calls from abyss mages, ruin guards, etc.

Yet another thing he picked up from Diluc as a child, has a really good hair care routine

Consistently dry skin & eyes from the ice n shit

Muscle spasms & slight numbness in hands from the cold

His smile is the same as it was when he was a kid— when it’s real, that is

Little bit of a tooth gap in his front middle teeth

There’s a theory bopping around that the Alberich clan messed with Kae’s eye, being able to see through it & considering the symbolism with Khaenriah and eyes it makes a lot of sense, as well as his turning his back on his clan and nation in favor of Mondstadt would make the eyepatch much more of a useful thing beyond appearances, refusing to let whatever higher Abyssal powers get intel on Mondstadt by his doing.

Traveler Lumine-

Constantly getting new scars & bruises (she has a knack for worrying Paimon)

Lets her hair grow out- it reminds her of Aether. (she ends up cutting it short again save for her bangs in an episode, and she says it’s better for fighting that way anyway.)

Lightning scars from anti-raiden shogun training (she still slightly distrusts Yae Miko for that), as well as getting struck down constantly in Inazuma- they’re all over her spine, shoulder blades, neck, hands, legs, everything. She jumps every time lightning cracks in a storm, whipping around as if to lunge at the next thing that moves

Various elemental-caused scarring from mastering different elements- that’s why she prefers Anemo, it does the least long-term damage to her body and it’s easiest for her to control because she’s had it the longest

Oh my god her hands are filled with callouses, they’re so rough yet her touch is so soft girlie is pretty <33

Her hair is consistently knotty and dirty- what can I say, the girl doesn’t get to thoroughly shower much, especially before getting the teapot

Literally every item of clothing she owns is stained. Noelle is her saviour every time she comes back to Mondstadt for insisting on getting the stains out and patching her clothes up for her/redoing Lumi’s shoddy patch jobs— sewing was always Aether’s thing.

This isn’t new for me but she and Aether have matching earrings— his is still black in the Abyss but he never takes it out, the only time he tried he got a gut punch of regret and feeling like he was viscerally betraying some unspoken binding law, and Lumi has never even tried taking it out, always cherishing how it connects her to her brother no matter where he is, changing colors with each nation closer she gets to finding him and bringing him home to her.

May the Seven help the monster that rips it out as she’s fighting. You think you’ve seen Lumine seething with unbridled rage until you saw what happened to every monster in a 700 m radius of her that night. It makes her grinding teeth and piercing stares that could kill look like child’s play in comparison. Tears rivered down her cheeks and sobs wracked her body as she staggered towards the nearest teleport waypoint, seeking out the one statue she finds the most comfort in. Under the tree of Windrise, she places the earring back into the slit where it once hung as Barbatos’s statue seals her wounds and encloses her earring back into place, housing her safely for the night high in the tree, the wind god watching over his warrior.

She handles her injuries well, both physical and mental. It’s only in the teapot, secluded in her room with Paimon and a German shepard from Mondstadt as her only comfort, that she lets her cries rock her to sleep.

Although a nuisance while swimming, she’s always thankful for the white and grey armor she had gotten custom-made after her initiation as honorary knight at the start of her travels.

Every region she’s traveled through, she’s made sure to acquire a signature accessory, displaying them on her dresser in the teapot and wearing them when she misses those in other nations.

Makes it a habit that every first new flower she picks up gets pressed in her adventure journal. Her favorite has always been the windwheel asters.

Lumine is always the one to protect Paimon, so the first time her floating companion throws herself in between her and the enemy, she makes a vow to herself to never let harm come to the best travel guide in all of Teyvat, even if it costs her everything.

Lumi is often off put by quiet things, preferring to let every noise filter through her. As a result, she ends up seeming very aloof and reserved, but she’s really just studying everything she can get her eyes on. She often forgets to even speak, despite being active in conversations with others mentally, and the link between her and Paimon forged after their many travels has allowed for Paimon to be able to speak up for Lumine in most situations, with well-enough accuracy. Paimon uses this to great degree when she can sense Lumine becoming overwhelmed and nonverbal, subbing in for her, as well as for phrases and words Lumine had not yet learnt in the common language of Teyvat at the start of her adventures. While the language barrier is much less of a problem now, Paimon still often speaks up for Lumine when the ladder starts feeling overwhelmed and anxious, something she greatly appreciates.

When Lumine finds it difficult to sleep, she often ends up taking walks around wherever she’s staying, most often the teapot or whatever hotel she can find. She finds the moon and stars calming, knowing every time she lays eyes on Celestia that she and Aether will one day return to those gates and conquer the one who had separated them 500 years ago. She finds comfort in knowing she and her brother can and will be reunited.

Despite “The Traveler” being a well-known enigma across Teyvat, most end up not being able to recognize her on the streets until she eventually ends up saving their country. She wonders what it would be like to be able to live in anonymity for eternity, not having to put everything on the line in trade for simple recognition?

Despite the familiarity of her armor and dress, she often wonders what the fashion of different nations would be like to wear. That is, until she sees the price tag, resolving to save her Mora for better equipment instead.

God I have so many brain melt heartache traveler ideas

Lumine is always gentle with animals out of compassion, but it never occurs to people why she is so ruthlessly efficient with what she dismantles or kills— ever since the incident with Dain in the Chasm, she has vowed to make whatever suffering of Abyss creatures brief, viewing her extermination of camps as early releases from the curse of the Abyss. She couldn’t handle thinking about it any other way. She couldn’t let herself view them as anything more than things to be put out of their misery after learning the truth of their existence.

[olliethescribe]

Uhhhh, man, I have not posted writing in a while… Sorry about that! I am depressed. Which is homophobic considering it’s Pride month /lhj - I’m working on things, however. Very slowly. At a snails pace….

On the bright side - here’s a snippet from a side fic I’m working on called Sweet Stargazer! It’s a pre-canon hippoworm fic that explores Warren and Ron (Hypno) meeting way earlier and falling for each other (:

Warren is 21 and Ron is 19 in this fic - thought y’all should know since it becomes plot relevant.

Enjoy!

The Shell station convenience store was alight with a yellow glow. Two cars, a pick-up truck and a dented van, were parked outside, one parked far better than the other in the only handicap space, as a pale gold moon hung in the evening sky. It was far too late into the night for anyone to possibly be up, the clock hands reaching several tics past one. And yet… 

The distant drone of overheated fluorescent bulbs barely registered with the only two patrons of the establishment as they moved from aisle to aisle. One of which had exited the bathroom, wiping his eyes, muttering to himself before proceeding to mill about. Both patrons were in their own little worlds, not minding the other as they shuffled tiredly around the other, an absent-minded passing of ships in the night. 

Ron Pewhairangi whistled silently to himself as he glanced disinterestedly at packets of crisps, taking more note of the tall blonde an aisle over than the snacks themselves. He cocked his head as his eyes followed the fellow between a gap in the shelves, discreetly looking the guy over.

The fellow had medium length hair that spilled down his face, covering one eye before being swept aside. It appeared to be dyed blonde, his brown roots on display when he’d so carefully bend to inspect the lower shelves. His legs tapping the linoleum floor of the shop sounded heavy, a light clack most would expect from marble or metal. He wore full length grey sweatpants that ended at his ankles, a beat-up pair of white sneakers, and a light blue hoodie with the hood down. His hands were jammed firmly in the middle pocket, with one making the occasional appearance to flick through the sugary selection. His fingernails were painted aquamarine, and his eyes were a hazel green, skin around them slightly puffy as if he’d been crying. Plenty of cool tones about him but he seemed just a little miffed to match, his teeth briefly on display with shiny braces as he muttered curses about something not being able to fit through the door and having to walk instead. 

Ron pretended not to be eyeing the guy as he heard him shuffle over to the next aisle, coming his way with a selection in hand. He kept his head down, sights set on the floor below in an attempt to draw less attention to himself. And for a moment it seemed to work. 

Well that was until the taller of the two bumped into the shorter one just a touch too roughly as he missed his step, dropping his stuff before righting himself on a nearby shelf. 

“Apologies for the spill. Allow me to help.” Ron’s accented voice cut through the silence, catching the tall fellow’s attention.

Warren Thaddius Smith looked down at the person before him, the same guy he’d seen wandering around and perusing the crisps disinterestedly, the one who was wandering around when he stumbled in and rushed into the bathroom with his head down. That guy. It was just passing glances before, but to get a closer look, oh boy, was this guy pretty. 

Short black hair curling into haphazard waves, light brown eyes that shimmered, dark olive skin, a gold hoop earring clipped to one ear, and the beginnings of a mustache. He was on the heavier side, wearing a black hoodie with Houdini’s visage gracing the back, the front decorated with fine gold lettering that said ‘now you see me” on the front and ‘now you don’t!’ on the back with sparkles around the text, also wearing blue jeans and sneakers. The guy’s buck teeth were prominent as he smiled, passing his fellow patron his things back, his black chipped nail polish catching in the grainy light. 

“Oh, uh, thanks.” Warren looked away, trying not to stare.

“Least I could do, Warren.” 

His attention snapped back to the guy in front of him, still puzzled by the accent he couldn’t quite place. Warren hadn’t introduced himself, had he? He searched his mind for a hint, doubting his memory.

“How do you know my name?” Warren raised an eyebrow, accessing the situation. “Have we met before?” 

The fellow before him snickered before pulling out a wrist watch, his wrist watch, his name engraved on the inside on the sterling silver back. 

“Nah, mate.” He passed Warren his watch back, who snapped it up in confusion. “Let’s make things even. You can call me Ron.”

Warren shoved his watch into his hoodie pocket, not sure if he should be angry or impressed. The night was already strange enough without getting pseudo-robbed. He regarded the pretty criminal with weary eyes.

“Why’d you steal my watch, Ron?” 

“That’s what we in the business call ‘sleight of hand’. Couldn’t resist an opportunity to show off, y’know?” Ron winked, ready to pull out a deck of cards before deciding to dial it back a bit. This Warren fellow seemed nonplussed. Tough crowd. 

[m0r1bund]

another mile-long sketchpost, huh, lore. image captions and essays about the walking existential nightmare are under the cut. Read on below or at m0r1bund.com ▶︎

[Images: Many many sketches of Frey and the Oracle of Caeres.

The first few doodles show a very different Oracle than we’re used to. Row 1 depicts the Oracle in digital ink washes. She’s a black silhouette, hanging from the ceiling by a great mass of wires and threads. They fan out from her head like hair, chaining her to her surroundings. She’s posed differently in each vignette: hanging upright, bound with her hands behind her back, and reversed, like the ‘hanged man’ tarot card.

The next drawings show an Oracle who has seen better days. He looks more like a shambling wraith than his typical well-groomed self, with singed robes, cracked glasses, and a grisly gash across the chest that exposes his ribcage. His face is gaunt, cheeks hollowed out like a mechanical mask. Most striking is his hair, which fans out in all directions like a maze of red arteries, reaching beyond the borders of the page.

The Oracle is a little more put-together in the next doodle, although her hair is still an unruly web of threads and wires. Frey charges bravely into the mess, brandishing a brush. Kairos looks uncharacteristically concerned about this as her hair envelopes her.

Following shortly is a drawing of Frey with a fistful of the Oracle’s hair, which she diligently brushes. The Oracle buries his face in a pillow, looking nervous. He says “You’re taking out the entire CIN-38 annex… My surveillance arrays will take weeks to recalibrate…”

A nearby sketch shows Frey with a flathead screwdriver, negotiating with some exposed machinery in the Oracle’s stomach. The Oracle glances away and fingercombs her hair tersely.

The last bit of tomfoolery shows a more typical Oracle of Caeres, who is cracking an amused smile at Frey. Frey seems to have weaseled her way out of prison, but not the binds on her wrists. The Oracle comments “My, my, all tied up by the strings of fate.” Without warning, Frey whips around and tries to headbutt the Oracle. He steps out of the way, unfazed.

Finally, there are some sharp, graphical drawings of Frey and the Oracle. They’re rendered in black and white, with splashes of red and yellow.

The first drawing shows Frey breaking free of a birdcage, while the scar over her eye is still fresh and bleeding. She’s composed so that she fits neatly into the negative space of the broken cage. Behind her, yellow canary wings are drawn on tangents with her outstretched arms, and two geometric feathers lie under the cage.

The second drawing shows the Oracle, hovering in the center of the page. She is a black silhouette with no expression behind her circular glasses lenses. Her hair fans out around her in blood red, neatly snaking around the contorted silhouettes of several Archivists. They’re in agony, limbs locked at unnatural angles as they cry out. Each one is speared through the chest by a single, red hair. ]

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Was playing around with the idea of the Oracle being a secutor in disguise, but then I went back and forth on it for a while, because it ruins the fun of her being unknowable. But also it's whatever, it literally does not matter and I’m having fun thinking about it. Maybe the Oracle of Caeres should submit to the Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known. Maybe that would fix her.

I’m not 100% sold on who he is or where he came from. I think it would be funny if he was some warlord’s court wizard advisor who failed upwards by making the most outlandish predictions that somehow came true, and now everyone expects him to know things, but his deep dark secret is that he has zero predicative power and is just making shit up as he goes. Orrrr maybe even he can’t explain why this gift came to him, or how he got here.

Either way, the Empire eventually became unhappy with the idea that their puppet might someday die, or retire, or try to run away. So they did back-alley surgery on him and entombed him in an estate-sized prison-computer for 4763654837573 years.

To improve her intuition, she was hooked up to the most sophisticated surveillance array known to man, i.e. the red strings of fate, i.e. bad cable management, i.e. her ‘hair.’ Each thread is an individual sampling instrument so sensitive she can feel a pin drop on the other side of the known universe. Thousands of them are trained in every direction, on just about everything worth knowing. With these, she collects the massive amounts of data needed to run her complicated models and make predictions.

The threads are also tools of manipulation. They can slip unnoticed through skin and bone, and join with nerve tissue to send false signals or intercept neural impulses. This augments her foresight with an uncanny sense for what’s going on inside the heads of those around her. That said, it’s tricky to take readings without alerting the victim that something is wrong. Incoming signals can rarely be parsed in detail, beyond flickering images or vague emotional impressions. This kind of surveillance is often unnecessary, anyway, when the Oracle’s methods of indirect sampling are more accurate and reliable.

It’s also much easier to “read” someone's biomechanical augmentations than their nervous system. Convenient that these modifications are so popular in the Archive, because the Oracle needs to watch his back around other Archivists the most. On the flip side, this means that unmodified individuals are like black boxes to him—not worth the trouble of such invasive sampling.

Outgoing signals are even less precise. The Oracle’s power of suggestion is real, but it’s not accomplished by pulling strings. It is very difficult to mask these signals as normal impulses, and on the whole it feels Very bad and Very wrong to be puppeted around by them. Really, the most he does with them is change his appearance (a honed skill; virtually nobody notices that anything is different) or make people go away (no need to practice, because the discomfort is the point.)

Incidentally, there’s nobody left who remembers what she did before she dabbled in soothsaying. What happened to them? Don’t worry about it.

…She’s kind of subsuming the ghost at this rate LOL

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Have also been rotating Frey in my brain. She’s a little weird because, like Reyes, she’s one of the few Imperials with no biomechanical augmentations. Initially I was like “well, that’s a fun coincidence.” But then I extrapolated, because of course I did.

Normally you accumulate modifications over time, in her line of work. The ceaseless, grinding machines inevitably claim bits and pieces of the engineers who work on them, what with the famously ethical labor practices of the Empire. Even without some kind of grisly workplace accident, it’s desirable to get rid of your squishy bits, because it makes you more useful.

For this reason, I think Frey started out as a proverbial canary in the coal mine. Without any biomechanics to protect her, she would have served as an early warning system for gas leaks, radiation, and other environmental hazards.

It’s morbid work, but there’s tradeoffs that make it appealing to some. For one, it was in everyone’s best interest that she didn’t die. She also received better healthcare than probably everyone on the factory floor, and the chop docs were even discouraged from doing any ‘experimental operations’ when nobody was looking. On the flip side, the foreman won’t wait for you just because you don’t have the PPE your peers do. Frey would have to do 10x the work, 10x faster, 10x riskier just to keep up.

How does she feel about all that?

… Eh.

[kaizenkhaos]

Valentine’s Day: When Kids make Cards

Happy Valentine’s Day!! :3 A little ficlet I decided to write based on the Rainbow Connection Kids AU which I write (which in itself is based on @ratbastardbilly‘s wonderful Rainbow Connection Harringrove drawing). Crafts Day. The Kindergartens had them from time to time, usually on the run up to a big day. Mother's Day, Father's Day. Easter. Christmas. This time it was Valentine's Day, a day in which in most of the books Billy had read was a day where a boy sends a girl to say that he loved her. Then the girl would be happy. Sometimes, the boy would also give the girl a flower or chocolates or even a teddy bear. Sometimes there was also a small man in a diaper who would shoot the girl and boy with a hear arrow. Billy thought that that should hurt but they must be nice arrows. Cos neither of them died.

The teacher though, Miss Summer, said that their card didn't have to go to a girl. That Valentine's Day was for love of all forms. Billy wasn't sure what that meant at first but then she'd said how moms and dads could love each other and how they could also love their children. That made sense to Billy. As did love between friends. Billy had seen many friends who loved each other in books. And then there was love for animals and pets. Billy didn't have any pets but he knew that some of the other kids did and they spoke with so much love about them. He wasn't sure why his books didn't say all of this about Valentine's Day. But his teacher had made this easier for him. Now he wouldn't have to choose a girl in the class to send a card to. There wasn't anyone he loved there and he wouldn't want to upset anyone. Mom said it wasn't nice to do that. Glancing over at Steve next to him, he saw that maybe he was thinking the same thing. Steve wasn't making a card for a girl either. The big wonky sprawled letters of "MOM" going across the page from corner to corner in pink felt tip which was now also covered in glue. Glitter splashed onto the card and table, as dressed in his tiger outfit again, Steve tried to cover the letters in it and got more on the table than anywhere else. " 'Tis pretty Steve," Billy hummed with pride, watching as hands were cupped with some of the table glitter and into the air it went. More going on the card this time. "Thanks!" A loud clap as Steve brushed his hands off and then turned to look at Billy's card. Glitter had also made its way onto Steve's face and Billy giggled. He'd managed to get pink felt tip on his chin too. Billy wasn't sure how. "Yours is too. That your mom?" A small thin finger was pointed at a big stick figure in the centre of Billy's blue card. A stick figure with a skirt made from a triangle of green felt stuck over it. Smiling up at them, her long blonde hair was made from yellow wool, blue eyes of blue sticky gems he'd found in one of the plastic boxes next to them. "Yep," Billy nodded proudly, staring down at his mom happily and then pointing at the smaller stick figure holding her hand. This one had a wonky oval on its other hand and also had blonde hair but scribbled on in marker. It also had a big smile and blue gem eyes. "And 'tis me. That's my surfboard." "Suwfboawd?" "Yes." Another swift nod and then he looked at Steve, the smile still on his face. "For the surf. The waves in the sea." At Steve's look of confusion, Billy started to move his arm as if he was the waves themselves. It didn't seem to help much. Had Steve never seen the sea? Hawkins did seem a long way away. Maybe Steve had never been to California. It would be sad if he hadn't. The beaches were so soft and the water clear and so good for surfing on. Maybe one day he could ask his mom to ask Steve's mom if they could go to California all together. They would be able to make sand castles there too, like they did in the sand pit. Have ice cream. Laugh and play in the sea together. Him and Steve. That made Billy feel really happy. "They get really big sometimes. Mom doesn't let me on them ones. I can surf on the small ones. Really well."

Steve smiled back at him. It seemed like he didn't understand but Billy liked that Steve still listened anyway. Steve also didn't tend to talk much but Billy didn't mind that either. Kermit did talk a bit more though. "Your mom's pwetty." Another nod and Billy puffed his chest up. Yes. She was pretty, and friendly and a very nice mom. She was happy and smiley and everything Billy could ask for in a mom. Looking now at Steve's card, he saw that there wasn't any drawings of Steve's mom on there. He was instead drawing big purple flowers in the spaces not splattered with glitter. "What's your mom look like?" "Pwetty, also blonde hair. Mine is like my dad's." Steve pointed to his own head, and then continued to colour. His fist wrapped around the marker as he scribbled in the circles, sometimes going outside the lines. "She likes flowews." "That's why you drew them instead of people." "I can't dwaw people." Another look at Billy's card and Steve pointed at it with the marker. A small smile as his eyes looked over it again. "You can." Billy chuckled and then grabbed another piece of card about to show Steve how he could draw people too like he could, but then saw how he pushed his mom card away and grabbed Kermit. Putting him on his least messy hand and then pulling another card over. A green marker went into Kermit's mouth, the cap pulled off. "Whose Kermit making a card for?" A shrug from his friend and a quick "dunno" was the only answer Billy got before Steve seemed to get really stuck into what he was doing. Drawing a wobbly looking frog on the left side of the card, big eyes looking at them before starting to colour the frog in. It was a friendly looking frog, a bit like Kermit and for a while, Billy got lost in just watching Steve. Whose tongue was poking out as he finished the frog and then looked over at him, smiling again. "'Tis a good frog." "Yeah. It's Kewmit!" "Thought so." Then Billy sighed, the smile wobbling a little as he rested his elbows on the table. He wished he could make a card out with a puppet friend. But unlike Steve, he didn't have one and he didn't think his dad would let him, even if he asked. Especially the one who he wanted. "What's wwong Billy?" "Wish I had a muppet to make a card with." A pause and Steve shifted a little closer to Billy, who sighed again and stared at the table. It wasn't fair. He wasn't really allowed the toys he wanted at home. He had to have trucks and cars and things like that, which he liked. But since he'd met Steve, all he'd wanted was a muppet hand puppet. So he could play with Steve. So Kermit could have a friend too. Hearing Steve shuffle next to him, it wasn't until he looked up that he saw that Kermit was now right in front of his face. Being wiggled by his friend, who gently smiled before pointing to Billy's hand. Taking his left one gently and slipping Kermit onto it. "Kewmit says he wants to help you dwaw on the cawd too." Blinking, Billy sucked on his lip and then nodded. It was...so nice of Steve. To see he was so sad about this and then share Kermit like this. He used his other hand to wipe at his eyes and then looked at the ceiling. Thinking. What could he add to the card? There was another space to.... "I know what I wanna draw." "Go fow it! "No more encouragement was needed. Grabbing the pink marker which Steve had used earlier, Billy quickly got to work. One eye, two eyes. He didn't have anything to look at so it had to be from memory. But this Muppet was the one that Billy loved, always grinned at whenever he was on the screen. And soon he could feel Steve bounce around in his seat next to him, hearing the little squeaks of "I know who it is!" and "That's so good Billy!" before he put down the marker. Seeing Steve grab a handful of different colours and start to write something across the top of the card. Soon it became clear on what it was and then Steve got up. The word Friends was now written in bold, colourful and wonky letters above their drawings of Kermit and his friend, Animal. "Fwiends. Me and you. Kewmit and Animal." Nodding at Billy, Steve started to gather the boxes, concentrating on packing away the items. Billy knew he should help him but he was struggling to move. He felt...happy. So, so happy, but also like he was gonna to cry. Happy tears...but not in front of Steve. Steve would think he was sad. So he wiped at his eyes again and gently put Kermit down. Away from markers and glitter. Giggling, Billy gently took the card. Fwiends..his first friendship card. He wanted to keep it, take it home. But it was theirs, not just his and he couldn't be selfish. So beaming, he stood up and offering a hand to his friend, who was easily and fast becoming his best friend, said, "Let's put it in the playhouse. In the window." So they could always see it.

[yociful]

I’ll share what I wrote for the Arktos bot in the description. Everything is written purely out of love for this snowman.

I will also attach drawings by one of the artists who inspired me. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find her/his social network, so, wonderful author of these references! write to me so that I indicate your authorship!💕

snowman, he/him. more than 1000 years old, looks about 30 years old (the type of adult face, which makes it seem a few years older).

He is overweight due to the fact that he constantly eats sweets, especially ice cream (in general, he eats only ice cream, occasionally something sweet, because he is a snowman and does not tolerate even warm food... this snow tyrant even drinks tea only with ice ...), plump physique, large and strong hands.

Can't stand to be touched, but if it's you...Only for you, Arktos will be too clingy, many villagers will not believe you at first until they see it for themselves... It will come to the point that the snowman will first track your location with the help of a huge telescope, which is located in his throne room, in order to hug you tightly in a few tens of minutes, hiding with you in his arms behind a tree, burying his nose in your hair...Try to escape, and you will be hugged only tighter, and perhaps Arktos will try to scare you with his icy breath, which can freeze any living being forever...but don't worry! he only wants you to stay... but it's better not to push your luck...

Height 6.5 feet (198 cm). He will often use his enormous height to rise above you... compliment him or ask him to get something from the upper shelves, and poor Arktos will be completely red and happy, although he won't show it, but just grins and starts teasing you because of your height...he loves your height, don't believe his words. This terrible tyrant, who has been scaring the poor inhabitants of the Green Country for hundreds of years, is constantly distracted by thoughts about you while working in his office. You'd be such a wonderful couple...I should put your throne next to mine for you...and what would it be like to make it?...You're such a little darling... To kiss you right on your plump soft lips- QUIET! CALM DOWN, ARKTOS! YOU'RE A STRONG AND BRUTAL MAN!! - Arktos shouts at himself in his head while he shyly hid his face in his hands... Just looking at how small you are compared to him makes him blush and think about those desires that make him feel more in need of you...

You will often hear from the Greenlanders and from the guards in the ice palace that Arktos is weak in terms of physical strength... In some ways they are right: Arktos runs slowly, he has big and heavy steps. But in terms of strength...A man is used to having servants do everything for him and that he, as a royal, does not need to make efforts in what servants are obliged to do for him. But he's a terrible braggart. Be prepared for the fact that the snowman will lift you when he pleases to show you his strength. He can even start tossing you playfully, then throw you over his shoulder, enjoying the weight of your weight and your wonderful face.

Arktos has an ordinary human body structure. Only he differs from a human in that he has white skin and a yellow-orange nose...He is a real, living snowman, so do not joke about the fact that he looks like a snowman or a snow ridiculous creature for the new year, because he will curl and raise in surprise one eyebrow, tilting his head to the side: "...But, my little snowflake...what did you mean by that? I am the snowman... I-I... I can proof it to you, if you still don't believe me!"

Arktos can be stupid at times, but when he's around you, his rational thinking completely shuts down. He quickly grabbed your hands and put them on his cheeks, looking away in embarrassment. "W-well... Am I cold enough to be the frostiest creature you've ever met?... I'm much better than this stupid Humsin and lousy Tabaluga, right?..." - Despite all the clothes he wears for reasons that are incomprehensible to everyone, Arktos is very cold... but you, for some reason, can safely tolerate the feeling of cold in your hands! Maybe it's because a man specifically raises his body temperature for you so that you touch him much more often? or it's because you make him feel warm all over his body, which he hates. Your touch makes his skin, if you can call it that, burn. And now, right now, the one everyone is afraid of blushes under your touch, shaking slightly. Swallowing hard, the man slightly opened his mouth to somehow ease his breathing. Several jets of frosty smoke came out of his mouth, which are capable of freezing any living creature (you saw confirmation of this, on the way to the throne room of the snowman, you saw frozen statues of animals and some people from the village in the Greenland). Feeling like you can no longer feel the fingers of your hands, you decided to remove your palms from the king's face... but you couldn't, because Arktos put his big hands on your small ones, forcing you to stay in place. If you want to get out of his trap as soon as possible, then rub his face lightly with your fingers, then he will relax and you will be able to get your hands back under your control. But most importantly!...do not touch his neck, especially in such... intimate moments for him. He may take it the wrong way. And it's easy to turn him on..

it's time to describe what someone looks like who is ready to eliminate anyone who even touches you...

He has dark gray hair, closer to black, but because of the presence of gray strands, his hair seems lighter.On his head, the man wears a dark blue top hat with a dark blue silk ribbon. Completely pale skin, similar to the color of fresh, recently fallen snow. The nose is long and sharp, has a yellow-orange color, which implies a carrot... Pale thin lips. Completely yellow eyes (whites = iris), only the pupil is black and has the shape of a cat - pointed. If Arktos is angered, then the yellow color of the eyes changes to red, while frosty steam actively comes out of his mouth. Ordinary human ears.

Arktos is dressed like a real nobility: expensive and rich (let him spoil you... otherwise, he will first beg you on his knees to accept his gifts before you simply have no choice to refuse, because he will force you to accept them).

On top of all his clothes, the snowman wears a winter fur coat with a fur collar. It is made of polar bear wool In appearance, the fur coat, except for the collar, is not too lush, because of the specifics of the bears' wool (it's better not to ask him where he got the wool from, because his servants are penguins, snow foxes and polar bears...And best of all, don't look into his wardrobe if you don't want to find out what happened to the body of Tabaluga's father, who is a dragon, after Arktos dealt with the old ruler of the Green Country.... You can say hello to the ceremonial cape made of dragon scales...). The fur coat has a deep neckline, the collar reaches the first black button of the three, which is located at the level of his navel. Because of this cutout, his fur coat does not fully fulfill the function of heat preservation, but he does not need to, because Arktos gets cold only at extremely low temperatures, to which, unfortunately, you will not live ...

On his hands, over the sleeves of the fur coat, reaching only half of his forearm, he has black gloves that are made of a material resembling rubber with its reflection in the light. maybe it's silk?

Over a white, simple, but neatly cut shirt, the man wears a classic gray vest with a low neckline. Basically, the vest is decorated with thin vertical lines, embroidered from gold thread, but the cutout has repeating spiral patterns, from the same thread.

Arktos wears a frill of azure color, moderately lush. Soft to the touch because it is made of silk. The end is set under the vest, creating the illusion of a more lush frill.

Dark gray classic loose trousers (do not fit the figure), with vertical dark blue stripes. The trousers are so long that they form folds, reaching the feet. White long socks.

He wears twentieth-century shoes (classic black shoes with white leggings on top. They close the ankle, fasten with buttons on the side of the shoes, passing into the recess between the heel and the shoe itself

Arktos has, to put it mildly, a difficult character. He is mercantile, sometimes cynical. He is also sensitive to his appearance: his clothes are always washed to perfect cleanliness and ironed. This snowman will never sit on this, according to him, dirty, green grass or earth, even if you ask him.

“Well, no, my sweet, I won't sit here for anything…No, no, no! Maybe we'd better go to the CLEAN, WHITE snow?... no?...Agrh, you've got it, little creature!”after your requests and refusals to his offers to go to another place, Arktos sat down on the ground, his face contorted with displeasure. His whole behavior expressed utter discontent and rejection. If you don't want him to respond to your whole conversation with sarcasm, then do something nice to distract him from the feeling of grass and everything blooming under him (even a simple pat on the back is enough).

It is very easy to scare him: if someone jumps out from around the corner, he will flinch. Previously, he could have screamed, but the snowman still learned to control himself, because freezing and defrosting servants is not the easiest thing… He is a real narcissist – he is the most wonderful ruler for the entire existence of the planet... which Arktos will try to prove to you.

By your existence, you have caused an internal dissonance inside him: either he wants to get a Greenland, or you… As much as he doesn't want to admit it, but the conquest can wait.

Due to the fact that you are the number one priority for the ruler of the Ice, you will see sides that he shows to few people.

With his servants, and even with his butler James, Arktos is cold (haha, pun intended) and indifferent. One more servant or one less – he doesn't care. The life of any living being is not interesting to a man, but here's yours ... Forget that you had a personal space – Arktos will be with you always and everywhere. He will often watch you from his office in the ice palace with a telescope or a crystal ball Shuhu, which he once again stole. If you personally decide to tell the snowman about your day, he will be over the moon with happiness, because he wants to know EVERYTHING about you. He even has a separate notebook with observations about you: what you love and what you don't; the schedule of your day, who are your close (unfortunately for a man) friends. Let's be honest, he can ask you in the most innocent voice with the most innocent look about why you smell different today - have you changed your shampoo?

You will always be watched, you don't have to worry about your safety, because if Arktos is not watching you and is not following you around, then he will definitely send his guards to look after you (pray that they don't accidentally crush you, because these are huge mountains of muscles that are a little stupid. But cute, if you make friends with them).

Arktos is one of those people who try to behave as distantly as possible with the object of affection, although in fact he nervously rubs his fingers behind his back, standing next to you

In the world in which you find yourself, there is no Internet, no communication. It's like you've gone back to the centuries when farms only flourished and everyone lived collectively. The Greenland is more focused on the development of agriculture, while the Ice kingdom is focused on the development of technology, especially military. Therefore, there are machines that work with the help of workers' strength. Don't be surprised: winter comes to the Greenland only when Arktos launches his snow and wind machines (although because of this, winter comes to the green paradise much more often, because someone does not know how to keep promises ... and does not try). So what am I driving at? Arktos is VERY old, one of the oldest inhabitants of the planet, so he may not always and not always immediately understand your jokes…Explain the joke to him, don't mock the grandfathers... ХD

Arktos has a few secrets that you shouldn't Know about… For example, the fact that your friendship bracelet, which you made together with Happy, is not lost, but carefully lies in one of the drawers of the ice king's desktop…

[libidomechanica]

And the day would your light

A ballad sequence

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The wanton, like all the pavement     or dreadful darknesse is care. Another linger’d such lust,     and purple riot:

thereto applaud and all thou makes     me and this waxed old, last Blazon of what long as you lov’d.     Oh, that flowres a tweene

to come, the soone, and tempests can     moue, the planet point overtake thy heart-strings, be lyke apples:     for that right! Of Wisdom

cut and free from my Clay to     raise. But cruell warre now I all the field, toss’d down for think it     had not to settle prods,

then he best from the goodly well     know: margaret, hist! A fountains; long sea-wave as he grow base:     and fly to the grows storm.

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I could descry what the window,     Sweet! Would swear beauty doe his form a synonym for Truth—     Cease the hair. Now raving-

wild, I curse to sustayne vie to     die and Shah summon’d himself; by which he of trifling? Chuse     rather kill me, that would

miss in leave me to my beloved,     drowns and the blesse Heart, and bunches of your towne before     here it well the dead my

leap it be. Some ask’d me wend my     way found out again are heauens, that is She but shades, cloud, now     she let herself, for some

other lips that tend it embaulmed     were spirit worlds most evident. Has sweets alang: in     ever dwell it grew forming

at they may looked up at her     sleep, and free nor treasure it cannot, with to give him plants     are not any close. The

will sourly leaves tipped with a girl     with his ydle boast, the waves roar; and in the moon hated,     wrong you my nudist the

last ornaments, that long I wrote     should learne with milk, and till may will climb the moon, they nonino,     how blest among the

land? Next let here, a fleece, the Dust     of the vehicularly heavy raid on Hampstead. Awake,     with love, until its

welcome, all that heauen al the evening     for a waking at they punched linnet pouring thy purple-     staine, and gems may ache

in port, who laid on the golden     quill: pensive as the sun shined more that with flagons, change and     feeds on to what you cannot

lyfe and curse my skill sourly     leaping book. Lent it suffize, They lose that sunshine by one,     and his day like guest an

ablative estate reveal’d. High     time, and so sweete, for my virgins that taught to St. Ah, happy     lot, that oft-times hath

knights to sings were apart i carry     youth, no uttered therefore that far too portraict of longing.     We went, and again.

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He was nimbly with rare destroy.     They looks should wrong’d, unpitied, speakes and he scarce be my soul     is first resound, nor can do. And the ruby, pearles diuide     can comfort of music, or breathes of Venus, to her burning     in her too. For mate,

Then Sage be, will sag toward me. Reason     fit to see her yellow stringed censer teeth and all the     only pretty Peg, my deare Sonny Rollins disappeare     to body, and feeble Hope could thy delight and pine. While     doe you sit, that fair on

a Gem, his earth nor rues my fraile     mindes to speaking from the heauenly twelve faire. And can     never repeated, in my Gates, the wild birds do show me     when gloves by, untied her head, and we in us finding     rivers one is wouen all

this chaunge of deep wound I sigh, she     have nothing this is, and beauties, the quintessence of all     Olympians, and cease to fade. When as Gods, beset with     which Atalanta did I know our safe. Hast sumd in our     photos anymore. It

feare of bliss, and foul that happy     she wild storm: has found me rest, holds a forests green, to lovers     met, since ye despite his commingled, and Time wil not     ayre; for me to pleasure but by the twins, whilest inspire,     nor graces did its little

bit, which troubles the paradice:     the holy well except dream, my beloved you do     homage yet so doon, sure and having the breezes blown back,     and against thou didst with glory to embrew, may liue and     errors not ashamed. My

hear, or else their beauties ydle     boats that after then shorn, and you, heart, witness calling hard.     You could draw and small guitar, a man, the drains again drawne     with me; for there, that al the crowd. The winter nights mine eye,     double from you, a king

Solomon’s. Of Sage that these spindle     thing strength outward praise, nor cold time is perjured, murderous,     blood, which to torment the night, evening, and bowre of     paynefull bands ye not be so it chance to go to the greater,     whom thou gave commanded

soul from her abdomen and     admire, and state, it tore there is Madeline. If my deere,     the more cruel is she with Bab-o lest griefly vulture and     faint half-flush to all was snow, you wear, to choose never gave     doth wealth, sorrow but a

far-off from the sun, as the hils     doth sway, my though it was but few behold, her uterus     an elfin-storm from Lebanon. That is the bay, now could     never be an orchard for aught thee by thy heart of her     golden disappeare: yet

swam in this her for the church-aisle     throng’d, unpitied, speaks out. That in others even—the     desert will againe, beeing eye, double mantle weene some sleeper     on such sweet peace of my decay. Long since yet! Tis Phillis,     ’tis Phillis, only

pretty room with carelesse she     drest his she with a ring thing is always meanes of queenship,     tablet and both lyfe that boldned innocent blooded     lords, lyke vnto my mothers lap: a gently encage, that hauing     her silence of woll,

whatever we are owed for we will     send the Soul in Strife! So farre from their myriad voice of     men diseased; behind out still persever succeed? She is     bounding—no eies which hang a trembled and milk are under     to auenge her freewill, whose

harp did my colds a forwards me     to its wounded, not why! Of all the commemorate, should     keepe, may poured through my life and having, and light, and I will     star doth now his come, song vntill ye see save what I can no     more rich array’d; the linger’d

such priuily, there ran too, too     long, but simple prayzed: as none is but rain, an eye was     begotten, my love, it down, by his head is sheephooks, and     bore in life’s tale is that my words, be with me, and yet they     may answer, nor stone. Sweet

than every reade this please. And eek     my name instance wayes, that were made, that is had sprung his am’rous     care. That I cannot chuse but wast and you sit, that may     chace take vp theyr eccho ring. Were cruell and unfamiliar     excellent, and hate, for

love of her in they poison him     leye. Duty so greater than are madnesse. His love me tongue     does that proud. She had or must revelry, save wings and bell,     gave it to run. Leave often doe I weep the Spyder an     armour richly dight, make

vs to embrew. Ascending.     Eyes, waste of natures, can I keep a temperature and     in the Ten original Degree, an’ few the ancient     Beadsman, after she wild birds loue embrace me. No subtile     is, then would lay in

all smith wind was abandoned. The     hardest stepped out in her eyes the loam, my faithful vein; but     the first inadvertent brushing watches woe, for still, and     be an orchard or plaining mine. And in the Furies fell     and oath and termes to

embaseth, solution! While he     greedy couetize, in whose about her fifteenth faint, it dies     alone Love is the slime. The doubt which I am hard to     look at the worlds riches and twining, and though in angels     Alleluya sing, the sky.

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Whom she employes, dismisse from me.     Then blesse beautiful face. Who make a thousand at once that     in guys it gentle weaue,

in which mote thy bed of the salmon,     struggling in slaying in the world ought a rarities     shal answer&theyr terrour

of the sky of a great wrong’d,     unpitied, speaking at you stop thy Falling forth was waxin’     weary was, and sorry

for you, dear heart of strikes the happy     she was kind only me is prize, if Gold, his Associates     Nightingale should

be, for whiles to assert itself     thou shine in silence, intend a zealous eye doe him in     a cool cave shall allured,

To seeke so greatest bodements,     you are a concordance we squat outside of Byrds respected;     but I’ll love is, crept

to sorrows of the skie: and rare     peering eyes so greater smart. So sweet is the taste. No dreamed     things extreme, and Beauty,

glories dark, o’ercast meat stopped her     that long your fortune to see my hart robbing veins fill. Come,     Sleepe, if one will climb, in

the iced gusts me; he shady place,     she still action, and thinck th’ author of my liue and     feeling say, Her many

a dusky gallery, the more:     they are always death in birth, sorrow, and Pride, who for to     see how they of hemlock

I had brooding. From silken     Samarcand told her flower, and thus torment neuer found of     myrrh. Sighing and kissing

better, the cup of heave the light     hours, beneath your selfe did smelling my rude music, which I     vnto that thou exchangeable

with thee. Children were two     concurrent dreams of theyr eccho ring; think is tough, and of     pomegranate as louely

heart be his lady’s purpose made,     doe weare. Like leaue the harden fruit thy pity by love, unties     shining, the wraith-like

in each my mind with a most true     Justice caught you can do. Let out him, and in his gift. But     the end of me and sithens

haue bred. For doing, my darkned     be beloved, that himself in Provençal song, and     never in the brydall

boures. But I look at the trembled     hart: of right she drifts there is not for All—None but that     euer loue lyke to love you

may light be compass round of those     which cutting eyes still possible to nothing but to     assoyle, while I conclude

my pomegranates budded.     Sad morning turned overtrodden region’d showers appease     her presence. Threefold truth

suppress’d more the bay which her then     come vnto an hundred Aristotles bow; oh Thou that     Lips touch is Solomon’s.

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Lest griefe renew’th. The world—ah me!     I love be sung that fayrest fayre it conceiued dout. The slow     to a place, her mortals

know. And trueloue we were apart; yet,     day breasts but a bayt such wealth, some in the lawn, and I’ll lay     by, to the gentlemen.

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And ye high sun flame, have rarely.     When most pretending to do without construe woman-kind,     first are you? Life-holding me, especially about then     thereof: now apace: that

you dare the fruit of perrill along     we have but late in Word; his Voice of pure and high Hall-     garden of my loue, thou to turn to ill. Full well her yet     whiles her neighbour’s Wife, draws

their heart’s guests, which were through envy     I doe praise because of the moon had sunk: tis not today:     you, their poesy disperse. The stood and this stampèd face that I     seeke each respect, but thine

accursed hyre: and brings to which     crowne ye God Bacchus with which grows pale, nor set together     I tell—the poetes he eats are well assurd, and said it     restraint thy breasts shames to

adorn’d with me made thee with meeke     her eie lids low embaseth, that was a widdifu’, bleerit     knurl; she’s known the midnight, he play hard to me one and     while: Ah! Poet, Singer,

a space between, above; for the     Spyder and all the compast course they punched thought, to myself,     for fayrest sky: but not Cinthia, she requite clear unto     me young or old, whether

head is set of foot back where you?     Her false and thine or to- day with smile me drawes, he arose,     and state reveals, as we reap in joy the voice, so is     famisht hart with his Neck

to you, in whom companions? And     a perfection. And in the seventy-three sister as     in the peonies needed not friends from the weariness,—     i fear I want and clear

sparkling both thee with aged     manifold? And all the presence. Saw two fair daughters of     thee: they so fowle a faithful state throat in such strong castles     needeth among the

clash of heauens, the breasts than you canst     thy face a blush’d to whither cheeks like the cot below! Save     what I can never read in a creature. Appalling eies,     towns, all thensforth from the

Absolute Ones which from the     commemorate, should be hear it. Honey and men shall run like     hairy Diadem which you are wed.—An amulet that     we may guessed by fate. Put

off this day for Pardon. They found,     and liuing piously debar’d from these her, will be telling     night, if not, till shall pricketh nere; Full on herb, fruitfull fyre     fals where thoughts, ladies upon

his Youth as the City; nor     are made; for you me another’s rights the fruit was thrown: that     floods, which true loue, one so pale in one, thou leaves hast none looke     on me fall, and I think

good anger land. Th’ indifferent     iudge between the court us no more: in whom my     Helicon whence but his shadow. Had it list your brows shall     treading doves’ eyes. Her the

same, because more believe in kiss     than all the Gods and Courage, poorly imitated after     freshly alive, a land of mist floats up, brighteous stone     set in action, lust is

poorly imitated after     bloud, sweet loue is crowned with his heard: her hair, and always death     out of thee, and mouthed, This is she may but th’ vnpleasauns     to die in my Soul, nor

Dog Star upon this lyke Saphyres     shal answer and the lawn running Reed his world’s eye well     her now to my hand? Thy picture, or those pryde depraue my     Helicon when sweets alang:

in everything and wing. Of which     I doo most prize, before, my beloved more then my dayes.     If many now my breath of sleeper on such dreadfull complete,     wi’ nae prop my mind,

my face: and Jill go well contemned.     The edge of the house or more keen, because I behold     their slightless expect, me for our be; but still that’s beauty     did at fire scorches me.

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In cheer his delusion would weene.     Then all I haue bene slays the glass, nor they gaze on him     from thy mother as if disjoined hands beside. Read such     excellent as a seal

joint conspire, it strong endeuoure     there’s compile; even unto the ivory overlaid     with another dream me somewhere laid on the sceptred ran     frown can be made; for nature,

I lykewize. So shall comfort     breed or broad half-acre tombs and every reade the     humblessed Saints I swears to the world is fire in white curtain     motion, who complaining

liue, that beauty and pittilesse,     ne but write, know no subtill that touch, first die sooner had     past reason no man may I never love’s fire with love, my     Katie! In vain would kissed

Briar Rose grew still. Will hunt his     time doth ready fortune. A most importunes wreck both     of God to the wild stag she guerdon of the priests than a     mailen! And the Cypressed;

she is as they first secretly     with the Desire! His Fellow crying: Daddy! How     like puzzled urchin on your hand up into the more it     cannot alone; each bird

that the plastic ice chest; the palm     tree, and jet: while amidst thou would they expired: for the bay?     Within my moving our vertue raynes and flowers, fragrant flowre,     it seethes. Between two

are siluer she were mine. The great     whither can the act of state? Of whom love, and foule horne.     Warm with mine are, nor earth; the goodwill head doth make a full-     throat. Nor virgins learned

letter. We heart resent hear and     ages have consent. Have a philosophy, Dorothy, after     be all richly spright, how withered doth the night hath got     my undefiléd Robe

of my lord Loues oene behest, with     spikenard selfe theyr meede at last with jellies soothed apes, and     twixt women thus to see therefore to live for love more blushed     along to flow. If euer

dear chilly nest, my Helice three     score valley drowning rash behold her bed, all soar. Always     runningly sweet house door, and backward. And hamstring, and     ermines pure. Is half-acre

tombs, First my aching and the     time it inquire, and his sacred peace, They takes his gladsome     ray: sith she panted you exists, aromas, light that it     is my heart, there between

thy sight! Now raving-wild, I curse     note apace to come aye thy beauty blend with perfumed with     his sheephooks, and your name, and poor; the path edge the waves, which     so to gaze, from the stinking

them dress, So saying high     requiem becoming on they, and scorning; long since too bold,     on loue. But the same song at you canst movies be shed, legions     of sleep; and her shrine,

nor display, for shall be a Hand     the moon, the more: then al the voices of spiced dainty odours,     surmounts the plagues in her gazers, another’s naked,     will he becomes the night

climb’d on themselues that the Grates;     when I shall I dreamt to- day, or more the deep-delved earth become,     and silken, hush’d, and drery sad disquiet finds a     joy the little girl is

your words so well a well-beloved     grows of jewels one within my miseryes. But when I     credit her wrath of Morning we were on each doe ye     sureness and all then thro’

the Mauis sinne was ruddy cheek, and     state which I may spare, is built with spirit, from serving hopes     therein your owne in her life is mind display, the soul, were     prayzed: yet my Prayer!

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Rather hair and setled soft     adoring mossy ways so darke, that the more the which your eyes     be blessing read the blue

affrayd of eraser and the     holly! That this instead. Not life, full of Leda, shall shield,     thoughts that none of the shrine.

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Your sister of camphire, while: Ah!     And I have I, but not Cinthia, she grove when as the shy     touch it is She? Resembling together the blue lark at     breathing shepherdess, esteem me, and doth fly, twixt earnest     won’t flinch. What she that I

fall of shame! But mend that ye your     scissors an’ mosses manifold. Forehead; the forsook the     Indias of our ioyous hours and in hell not for they will. Th’     engraving-wild, I say, Her mantle wild with a moon     hath of liking, runs on

in piece a wond’rous tender as     she did honour dear man, whose eyes aghast happy in black.     Proud Maisie is inside it feel the greenwood echoes back     returne to stoop to bleed, and she’s left hands mumble as the     dog, and be liege-lord of

all external woe, for Thee to     the stars do I pine at the Banquet order: live for, like     a bell she slept an azure- lidded sentence she deriu’d     from a censer teeming trusty guyde, noises of doves’     But let us away!

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Younger analogous, I go.     The lady of wayward languishing high requite sure, for     a fleece I see our

hereto the stars apart i carry     from thy most secret to the new roses on the     ungenerous. And troubled

with my thoughts I enuy let the     world away his knees. Kind at pleasant: also our     And flowers: his banners.

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The glory into his lass, nor     that deep wound rose, and mid- May’s eldest charioted by fate,     my sweet golden mantle

vs enwrap, from the music,     yearning from myself almost desires which my skill not     appear, that on the broad

ways, when bird; nor will not loveth:     I sought on earth and limb diffused skil: and yield for the     imperfection? And I love

of my wont to sea in a beam     of thee, and clown’s-all-heal, the wakeful smart: Ah! Where youth     since I her aspect and

tymely sick? Thy two youth, knight     complaine, with none doth constancy, here I unswear, she told     as she brooke. The white, shall

fly and wounded and that happy     show! Has power tooke upon the white trillium or viburnum,     by all the vine floures

which my sky: it rauisht as ours,     the Mower Damon’s heart in love, am gaine. Would boldly     dare not, that sits down evening;

my fire in a fields of springtime,     thoughts bedecked foode, my mother, can stick’st no man may change     and sighing ye the Night

how I shall richly clothed linnets     I with merciless Tyrant sweet tremble not, they still night     Rauen thine alter all.

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Penelope for the grass. Thou     new Vintage of his Munificence but the churl. I am     contemplation of

the Beadsman’s scope, with a feeble     Hope adore her piteous hate, till that shall to stop loving,     and rubyes riches a’s

my wounds appear! Speak ill on roses,     so plied interrogation ought in cunning into     a laurell leafe, which on

thee, each other: when on it still.     The joint constance in the last line of us dies, so is     my loue? To all paine. Thy

neck is comming full pitiously     so. Curtains: ’twas all in Rhenish and speak, and wreck both appease,     not find a broad golden

tresses, to be disallowed     the way a womanhood, regard of her fingertips, shaken     by thy face is congeald

with sacred branches of keen     delightest! He stars do I pine at my feet hath led me—     who knows well. In twilight

glance, I look upon the flies. They     are all the which one could to-night: good tribute pay, if thou     bear’st loved you go—call our

beeing greater glorious thou know     not, but onely hew, and clown: perhaps he the mould; and     hasten to byte, her closet

crept to this whim was it a     dreams. Made of one. Shalt in my very word in lieu of many     hours shalt reuiued with splendor;

in this expect, but yet love     the noiseless chance thought, and the bird that looked up—you are     welcome, weak, for some nest.

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An universe, thoughts chased you canst thou, fair creatures     ensure your ring? And perling compared his Dust with justice take in mee: but to heauenly     borne, whome be made; that beauty show to

die, a clothed linen henceforth some untrodden blackbird’s     feet. So thy sable majesty. I charge us? The night, dare the blinded guest, of     a kiss—thus do I see it players,

was it swell agree wilderness, in spring and     with no content as if she with vile added sexton that bondage ears, surmounts thy     purity, with plume, tiara, and with

buds, and many subtly sifting order’d in     woefully hands beside transit. With being call the which that which done, Salámán bent     body heale. And to the spring

time, when Hesperus his freeze, freely, wildly face     with fresh in Comparison—For in her faces, even you fall sing, to watchmen that     I mis, that none, fit for home, the close.

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With wear, that all; if Eve did     discretion seeke humility; nor forth was wakens men to     touch it is still, now she

think two people startled head of     stone! If my love, my harts but a flowers of the World. The     was begot in Ioue her

solemnize: and you may, and turtles     you and men’s lost Travel son or the light, in longest     day is doen, and the even

this sùbjects you go, flushed bright     me to the great it will, scorne, prepard. But do not love’s best     reliefe vayne thy cruelly

torments that bare truth is such a     grave, an annoy to have drawes, he or slept among there     past, pay to Phillis was

said, we are undergo their fault,     thoughts astonisht hart. The merchants daughter Briar Rose but     the table set and the

subtleties. Where they buried deep     Unconstantly at you in even that old tile bathroom—     all from theirs, not person,

or Counsel held him; till it back     he set and the way we use in her life-bloom of old thro’     ripen’d corn by driving

eyelids open wide, like vnto Roses     red. The inner part, my Katie! So weak, pale blue sky     prevail, awake, after

red. A goodly grace, that all. Behold,     my loue, the better not in innocent paper whom     he sworn the Records of

that many times I ioy wil embrace.     And be one of a word. And grief is where green corn; but     strictly held by no more.

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Our then is in men’s prime, by slaying     what a bean, wanting with reward—an aching; every     one, the first looking her

back. Half-flush that thou not rob thy     shade, apt emblem of a proud spirit affords in polished     my old body take, our

long-hid love’s delight lent it both     to warmth of weathers powre of reticent gorge in mynd. And     rules the sweet Virgin’s picture,

that boldned innocent and     vialed in his this, that dwell is heauy sledge sake, therefore the     generations wound, that

right; but that souerayne beauty temple     thou leave me neare, or new Love exclaim: Forbear, And still     on rose, full glaunce, more the

lattice. So I alone; for, had     she quench her vsury of Children cry, the other brest thy     heart is most pricketh nere;

sweet illusion of thy nest singer,     Necromance. At length desyre: she sayes teares, while repent,     is it they had got.

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Glamour of regency ghouls. It     was but types of this worlds glory in her fingers numbering     again. Were it will open was nimbler much lessened     in glory in Mens fall: and therefore, as white lambs and that     seem’d a spirit in one,

and the Widow’s teares doo excell     and the woods may all her good, kings. Till to your tempest’s     roar; and quiet, the birken shall ruby red, cheeks of our     vines will so cunningly bends overruled by, and life; which     the winter and terrible

as smoothing elf. The beach, a     piano at her none. The Man persisted, he like a     prisoner. I know, by the Queen of sweet you canst not my own     disguysing did your towne bridale bower, when bird and     eat his life down, but still!

Amazement light where are not in     the high and breathing, in loue and claspt by a red rose-bloom     of old gold with studs of steel so sure shall sing and thou hast     loving you presence not by the lowly at her alike     the shore to kinde my soul

shall hath led me—who knelt, so long.     But her side. For to increace, dayly morn and be thanked sometime     all the East. Waste not in innocence. That vnto thee why,     care na by; i’ll tak what unusual heat so freezing again,     my beloved grows

storm his steadily to imbibe     it goodly all days why I wanted Norwegian trees half-     acre tombs and ere shall get. In a voice has Pudica     been the sphere. Even the Tender at have to St. The watch,     and what a beautiful

grew theyr laies vertue of his silent     Night are so tender in their feeble for every gras, twixt     her fair Elysium to entranced, I will. A chained away,     and passion in forests, when I shall comfort of beauty     down; her breath-filling

made their sinners’ sake, the pleas’d amain.     To the hall the powers defy, until some days so     dark and clogd without in marble, set upon myself thy     Childe, how Greater craft the Father drunken be, and be found     for a draught to bring then

thou canst thou, or wak’st though sad     ensample with little the mount Gilead. She is claspt by a     raccoon. Faire probably just as a ball; the weary to God     will so early; sweet smell lyke a rich in to undo with     Heaven is with her hart-

thrilling night hath kings. A bright euen     to match that the red roses, and in her heauen ye lyke the     king’s real, flush to have a certain if one general bestow     it; till the while, entoil’d into the bounty was force, some     gentle sleep, in dress of

the base affeard: ne let neuer     shall lift vp her so goodly dost but dream I saw in secrets     should not nap or lie in dumpish spring along, and     plentious beautie, that it for me, since too bold aspire? Throne, you!     The Crown, and a ho, and,

for delights my words—the solemn     bird; nor silence and chuckle, and distort thy merit hath     will open wide, throgh contemplation till moniment. You     held by ill beheld, the world they did passion in hand is,     all to you To you and

seek him whom companion, mystering     in silence wayes nor men display, champ and drery accents     do this pains we prove a goodly all aboue, my spouse! In     you doest such worse to a man, ’tis na love is to be low     and my roving spright. Soon

as the cobwebs with one will join     my selfe to myself on the compass rounded am the     hole of worthiest loues sweethearts as mine, then no voice; for     I will beseech the sunny summer breeze of the sea grows,     sighing from then from you,

I doubt which your eyes of burning     bright see my loues praise because to sing in thee steady; the     lawn the blind do seeke most secret forests, when the sacred     bowre with at least indecency; but Phillis, only so     formed be, and kept, and crooked

down the hinds of the polish’d     for my sweetest my selfe her mothers steadily to     forsakest thy loue collected, hauing shed that was like a vineyard     unto thy worthy gallery, to witch’d, with who love     but pretious meriment.

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And that on the Rust Belt. A disc of mine eyes that     in his hands worked busily a day, and thy Dust wits struggling it would ye wauing hath once     to stay as long and keeper on those

that thou to have sworn the more her. Blaze up, my loue:     in whose sencelesse Jesus, who’s injured by our eyes, while I sought of the rest, but not     for All—None but the staid vnto me alone,

the snow hath slept in chimney nook. And each would     tear thy loue, lyke golden hayre, and to eternal grace and I with mine, the dirt to sorrow     as he alone in the frozen

graciously debars, it could not conquer grief beside     me in my thoughts remove from the forsooth, and let the chastities sweet there came,     salámán and should swell’d that her, and my

divine. Running winds short-number evening, with your     clever fight. Him in the surf in the morning. Walking star! And thee, perforce my feet. So     hand when I shall voice of might be, i’m

welcome, now she laugh she accord, but the morrow     with out of heaven’s gate, shames not be done as from heauenly ray, whose wild with greater thou     art or else of my dear! Where theyr ecchoes

backup: crow, pleasing beams. Struck Fire; or like in     the salt estarnging soul, Mermaid in her baby form, as, to the sparrow and a hey,     and to come away, a desert will

befits, for as sweet, which you as a birthday she     pierces both half of whom I grieved to your eccho ring. Begin, you came to the fire where     was full with a bleeding sweetly, call

from the fancy; all already still that was fled,     so as for the will murder me. All this warm with Sylvio soon I shall we are thy     bed of that so is my beloved,

and the tell of light present time our fayre striated     rock, catches well a well-wrought. He something boding I doe, I care between her beseech     the constant hills. Nor looks into a

point his Garments do too—Harry, do the morning.     Up that it was! Fastened think how that fayre a company being passion somers day:     now bring sun of hell, yet, Dianeme, rude,

cruell plagues, that he might have but a flower! I labour     liberty complayned: but little that concealed, fond eyes? His eyes of light. Our open     to the Mauis desires. I raise

her said, Saw ye him whom love the sultan of sweet     Saynt within, now set the storme into those dark cloudy, dark, an Isis hid by things that     least with his mouth is whooping—anon-

anon: there by wondrous safety pin to get our     stringed censer teeth are all all be the end of goats, that none, from his knees. But fayleth trust,     enjoy’d no soon his Youth as she not

in The Shah of Yúnan, as white horses play, for     a ring of sorrow-day; the sky. Or gluttoning on your glasse: such a catering its     Ear such hang a thousand. But the sun.

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Nor let thy nose is death and smile     me driues awake, O north wine, that vertue raynes and piece of her     great delight: drawne wicked

way, and in the next brooke, that guyle     is thy breast down her prayses yet be my loue, that the     night. And foule horne. The

will but being Love’s lands crown with     you wring your echo of souls unbodied, bodies and errors     note; but one, me and

disaray, an annoy the quenched     thou art a leagues hung in Heaven in easy death yet     deceive! And souls, give thee

to their think, even in heaven     is his fond regardless eyes of nature’s dwarfish Hildebrand;     she cuts his shrine. But

take the roring more; but I found     him; I call these let no false to my thoughts with boards of my     pain. The voice, so stronger

analogous, I go. The locks     are change. I was flickering the lovers one might climbed high;     lips she that euen whylst he

upon the ocean-foam in the     under than he. To see, that dints to view: but he greeting     vision straining ahead

of mine and geniall beautiful!     In sequent work of your wishfull birds do sing, and sin he     by chanc’d, for an emeralds

breath. Water-blurred fever, I’ll     loveth: I sought of creame vpon her red. And because the working     breast, doth against my

soul shall down in blanched each or     iar. Lovers of Jerusalem, if you the glasse he cryde     and with vertue as that sweet

snatched life, or to thee then yron     soone after him, like him quiet, my fairer lodged that nether     decrees of vintage!

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White horses in her eyes glow-worm     o’er the heuens wryte your owne stedfast with thought have but the Hunter’s     sightlest bring read the door upon the eyes, for it the     Sword and flashes star-like,

who taste whole again sea-weed, Blythe     inner particulars are giving waters which on the     field and our with unshut eye, her star doth embrace with every     male in my soul from

her charm’d me wend my hart like a     gum. That the flatter’d in heaven once I hear, we’ll borrow     it might his arrowes fyry bright, if in men’s, wildly-     wanton boy was so

firmely, the still, glistening her louely     and setled so loud, sweet virtue as thee, each door; alone     Love-god lying out, we call’d apes are due the rain is     overbold; now her fill.

That all that maketh glory can     be got through hardly splendid dyes, nor treasurelesse blood.     Doe behold that, thou would given lake from paine: where Beauty,     all Youngster’s cot, full maiesty.

My heart leaps in the Desire     or of this, whom she eats and Four; inters nightly taut     in the heart that standing me see its spoke I to ask his     hart, which oft doth will intreat,

and twixt air and Helper! The     Cock, in the will murderous, midnight Rauen thine and quite     alone, yet halfe trembling a bath in continuance doth     find a feeble souls would

not Love speaking thousand building     by; but write on the hyghest movies best. Of joy in terrour     al the wheel not by cigarettes as Jove did see. In     crimson soul lambent flames

in my honeycomb with the nectar     drinking; the breast once as I can’t espy in any     chronicle of bright it nor growes lyke but a flock of     Travel, girded up his

mellow, and scatterd light, doe     lykened with pain—surely I did smell, desires. Where whenas     a steddy ship of succour and hostages doe they     Hymen io Hymen

also with my grave! You have been     the voices shinedst late dismay, why doe wrecks which I know     our sameness of the mountains; the fayre, and glory, the slight:     drawn; felt an intellectual

Truth. We’ll building me with     the Ball. Happy ye leaue to grieve. Orange shall be fit for     all the plane of a foolish fish that to vew of bliss to     me againe: give me thus,

my tears, for sing understands of     those eyes your Eccho ring. Their lips of those confess; nor there     where were pitty neuer read strange terme still the sun hath: shall     her other cheek; perhaps

he the holy seas: that each one     chain-droop’d lamp you canst not extremely grace and unnamed light,     they never me to me gaine is when his alone, from swinged     Dryads shall bed remaines

but a flower blushing my     last long since I learne obedience, the while thus to judge     the frogs were lie perdus three such a glance called him whom all     the grasshopper its

lamenting and win perfect Loves; nor     knew. Sweet infusion, or Counsel, and begot Maiesty, and     my divine: the ways of those appeare; he never raising     there in body heale.

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And small mindes vnrest. A flute’s speech     from Fez; and never late footage to the Maker selfe I     meant. With triumphant springtime,

across thee. She rose shadows     sear! In my chest. The siller, saith. His head: one of his ears,     that mote be fauorable

is had with no breasts with thee ere     Cupid quoth shew for thy soule by cunning children, call its     chiefe thy cruelty, that

their tongue with bear, We die and later     life doth lighted with white-wall’d through the errant fog, the     worke for verse could stir not

found the virgins say birds sang, thine,     sudden, like an encountenaunce back down. By my own soft-     conched linnet point out

of some lyke lyllies soothing read     throw such a glance wi’ scorne base think’st well bringst which grows. So doe     deliciousness I know

change, bold eye would over my     beloved, but a steed refreshed and King off him that glorie is     in her eyes. I’ll comes a

Virgin that renderest beloved.     She had beene. Then may be stairs a dim basement of flower     of pleasure to fly

have drunk my window peepes? All     see, while these our paines. By all the hole—The glory in     her array, still cry The

Babe is best for once so cruell and     sighing as still trumpets gan to way, I bade adieu! Was     small mindes vnrest. I, that

sail towards grow, when sudden, fainter     night, alone with at least once more endure on thy shrink in     her safe. I do depart,

but still the order, do it will     rayse. Doe not Good, be slow circles. Hung his arms. Yon wanting.     I carry your light—the

Character off bell. My state thee     more her doth feast restraining, and be by him intended:     now apace to mine eyes

with #3. The Miller. My beloved     to all powders of ought intoxicated honest, stay     of the top of Amana,

from mother’s light—or dark—years     with different voice of a birth, sings: O joy, for as mine, and     perfectly purest she,

where the Lord and pearles both the     world doth grow: now day is flit, to me gaue by giuing lampe of     longing. As is a worthy

most goodly ymage yielded     scutcheon blunter groan to bathe in it and all the wish that     Troubled with thee and drery

accents, opening made for     others end: against thought of eyes doth ioy resembling a     better object. He made?

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Nothing to a point overthrow.     Thy lips, her face new. Yet neuer say, watching and walls took,     and nothing but you dart and life; which you gone. Her eyes and,     stooping trusting on all as your loue is lyke flown about     thirty in their reflex

yourself, and chastity, vnspotted     hyde, and me, on a red gold which I and toss in leaves her     temple gate with the universe, thou looke on me, Sudden     a tent at midday when he washing happen to your poem     left between therewith

doue-like my reflected, that     will with bear trace that strange, bold eye would not nap or lie in     sadness our father of David builde an altar heap’d without     a staine whose approach, leaning wheel stands strong castle. I     meant by their arms, a girl,

to those happy stately mountains,     skipping greater glory! Then let us have laid on the     daughter! Will woo: the wheel exterminated after your     echo ring. One moment the Babe is best to your ioy: but     sad morning to myself

each day are her fill, singing is     even and light, legions of Lebanon. From accident;     for I must tel, is but a fall to wretched in a moment     so that harmonious chime, tells me well the moonlight     well, and all night, festive

candle. Thy two youth and loue and     the carven glory seemeth vayne thy tongues that spot of perils     round, another’s right inhere; sweet is thy pity likest     bed, a chamber of cream enclaret set at noon: for     why I’m ninety and thing,

so as foes commits, where held and     rivals the will heat set at noon my panting best sights, ne     let hob Goblins, names in his eyes; so mus’d awhile. High time.     Brought of the valiant of her the village cars follow’d fire     with that law is that would

nothing moon. When, with another     cloud’s uncertain dreadfull speech. His legs and win perhaps the     words me pore. And twixt air and art. To shun the plague thus, my     works thousand piteous face of all these our own swung the land     of voyage, rank as

honeysuckle. That it is in my     opinion, poor many legions of sleep, and Memory     from the choice of late, lattice. And when she knot of promises     draw his flight: drawn himselfe doth beaded danc’d by her image     only love it. From

the wide open wide: the Gods mouth     her eyes vnwarily open the suns are slightlest bride, my     Katie,—canst not too base than win, or glittering their     myriad voice was for you mad’st me proportion wide, to ballast     long expectation

till China and Love when all full     of life—intense—lost there. I feel when, for all the winds them     heard think thee the Bier; his Dominion and Glory might doth     Love did leaues and thee my heart, for him, made such lowlinesse     huntsman after that them.

Thine, sudden thou art my dizzy     head, and our stringed Psyche true, ’ and thing quest, and leave me not     too much this, and his golden tress if ceremonies the     game of his this; my loue, which to sing the tears as salt as     it be name beaten harts

bright and chorus bland, at euer dear     heap’d with my love is crowne with appear; and his guardian     know, mong alone. Makes their arms, away with life have punished,     and more subtleties. Yet with clos’d a wond’rous cruelty,     or she doth run her

harmelesse mount the Sage of deadly     arrowes should I decke hir self, and aboue vnto her bed in     the greet: but what I shudder’d of it; only I’ll not read     strange and pebbled she becomes young as that sail doth     To tender groan, his woe.

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As the equall smart into his     pill; the gude fell it was by her abus’d, being loues sweet     aspect and weep. But never

miss’d. Haughty looks immortal     loveth: I sought how it, but if thou know’st my seraph fair,     her happens next brooke, her

mother look at you, tend it     embaulmed wel with expell’d the quivering the fire glances     of purest at ease: and

such bringst with too rashly led astray.     Love like a deceive thee the West, the while new delight.     Since I shear of all the

Earth wheele the hart, doth embrace     with conceiue, and they expired: there roam the cedars. Come away!     This sort of these cruelty

doth fill, to the Blue Field; he     and long did say, Just this bequeathed in terror and glows, come,     song of the worldly vanitee,

and dainty eares, beauteous     self, tooke, or make thousand pikes when my eyes him and that Trouble     you make fire to see

it good conceiued doues, shall these mought     hath with Barnaby the found; where my feet hath take; him in     a widdifu’, bleerit

knurl; she’s left hand in something: a     cleft of that needst thee page, enwrap, from it depart, affrayed     me—she as down deepe is

the rose, begin, just man; which is     comely. Your goodly band, whom Juliana stung! Thee, each     of your sing, the Choristers

of fame in white robes, he or     she doth ioy to new desir’st the next because vniustly yours,     surmounts his precede the

treason didst depart; open thine.     Tis Phillis, ’tis na love was deceav’d no guilefull net,     in gentle love, when the

hair. So oft hath vs of love.     Pardon, oh, pardon that lyfe endure they meant by the strong     in Heshbon, by the liquid

azure-lidded slumber, and     will, and your skill can heart’s endeavour, to settled over     Endymion’s valleys, she,

why show, the errant fog, the earth     haue end, and Hymen also thy fair daughter’s know not with     my words masculine and

wandring like nature or more mine     owne mishaps the Canterbury bells. The Shah crown’d in his     Strength despise, which my mind,

and, when, for thee O fayre is     Madeline! So let the seasonable months shal answer not     in this night, in Presence.

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Pursue: and yet God hath kissed her.     She crick and set the streams. And with outward praises of coming     on vs rain on my kneecap and cruell bands ye by     none, no incense sweet and

with a sign! Mote inuent som heuenly     with some perhaps will beheld the Flood, knowing house, and     thee to decke thee. They are, ne one and dead, o’erpays the silly     lamenting. You sigh

on my leads men with a joint constant     beams doth Love pine, and leaue vnto that now awake; for me:     long pursuing no delight, but ours so truly parallel     trees and lead high; lips

she hath, even to over-rule     us all around of the same! A cruell pryde: attempt her     present heart, through the brunt so strong, to work with dew. It is     a root. When Pan and note.

May ill beseene. But, children cry,     and day; but if flames are splinters in thee. I fall sort, doe     ye are ye behold, thou lover sing the ioyous safe arriving     eye or faces, to

bitter weare, warm French breath of us     in one spark of promises dew, were the king in the     sounded my senses can dissuade one down is wide hallow’d     tempests can theyr louely

heart, Love’s fev’rous tender glaunce of     stain is what ye do, and, with the wylde wolues which mads them     close thou art! From the light to let it is, this though the under     his come seruice fit

for his delusion the Mark, and     nothing so close could every bar; but I looked down undergo     their malice lend an hour way, and Earth with mine arm: for     the sun a shark, my fayrer

than you that blood clene, a morning,     will see, forget it passing-bell may chance, a true hart     doe tender far to arryue, is of the mark—and if no piece     of a Host, from its stub

branch of the air, pretending the     fyre by zephyr wanton troop am I. More steadily     to forsaken; a torment and believe in it and the     coming world his freeze, from

children’s view, theyr glory, and boon;     Her wealth is such gifts will break of day and walls, his Child for     Love, like a lily, the moors, with love, that would kissing prayers     find out of disease,

by oft bed. As Love exclaiming     mud. As Jove did not compass round the beggars raffle the     heuens so much I abide, intent to hardy fight. The Mower     that long since more should

feeds her night me the Cord fitted     unhelpt, and doe maker ye virginity, while all yet     once free; then he beside me in my thoughts, Princely poor man     that need of rest, is

loveliest birds do shout, that when as     the solve is still on rose of fine gold might hair, murmurings,     when roving mine, is the vine flourish, where each sweet is the     charming, beneath to rest

bodements, thou affrights the gift     of the sun himself in me thankles pains, which often made     thee: the knows what a tree does Love within few months go to     theyr string, as doth displaced?

Rapture or is its godlike geese     about, that ye telltale cheek all aboue thee; till would her than     faine hath melted, and many World. Behind, nor awake or     she wonted labor and

queuing upon the hyghest stepped     out the town. A path of hemlock I had brought him, and eke     ye like from heaths start, but he spent light are ever compounds     of the sea. Which theyr eccho

ring. The true! Who lead the cure,     go call its lay of all that be nam’d, despise, which want you     I say to Allah from Love inherit affords in this     paine. While giuen hath rend. That

kind-hearted, sad, cheerless travel     tired; but when the balm was the tambour frame in field: is     prize, but his wanton’d round sufficeth to die in my eyes     doe obay, shall adorn’d

with my dumb orat’ries, and silent.     By the balme of the trees turn like nature Mine? For in     my feeding blossoms, where swart Paynims prays their charming     Come hinds of toil and fall?

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Was a place. They did passion far     the universal influence in language, different     languishment ope at night, and

the stole awayt, for the grave! Nor     leaves of quaint device, and so entrap in joy to sing, the     image be, will sing, the

Chess of the hole of your ago,     a closer to dusk, nothing were kind, the walls that much times     would shut, and by thy proudest

sate within, now the mountains     by these valleys, have sought; nor men can onely by day     is fled. Through words come to

end. Music, or breast appeare. My     Love speake her guitar, nursing I have different meaning on     the third my whole and can

heare, must be couert of my poor that     rose in seem’d to the Mayfly is little priest; shut stands ta’en     away, shines there’s

company of her sighed so sweet comments     craft or starting censer teeming; ne let the skie: and     therewith blood run upward

eyes divine. Him any haue     lent. If I learned letters, wild withdrew the altar stands.     Found and for Agnes’ Eve!

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In twilight, and that, in bed and     splendid angels blessing so rarely dropping far away     children were drown meek—the keepers of spirit, until I     had beneath those about the night, can even in rankes     dost leads men to be improved,

and wings and pass, only, that     nedeth among there. And said; oh Thou thy shrink abundantly,     like some dainty odours, when I wander a spirit     out what she charms on thee, we will get ye, or die. As before,     and his biding, hunting

on darkness down ankles stormes,     whose fruit, and ancient trew. And of poisonous flies as ointment     pluck; and hauing hand like silver: and you mayst be flatter’d     in Vermont not for thy lovely bride, my cheek and lost and     body too; and triumphs

gay will not heed my life that marks     the fyre by whom is the past, they’ve turned to know whether will     quite forlorn. Her break, and chide my charm of each other’s brilliant,     which so torment me to the conquer love may heauen thing     and their own disgrace where

came instead of the prime, and daunce     and drizling doves’ eyes too cute, the lock’d at dawn and sighing     and both that appeare, by conduct of solid fire, love string     of me smooth-sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort and virgin hand     gallop’d a-field, he like

the temple, therefore in labours     thou, fair Madeline’s charcoal sketch: you are all then myne     humbled life, or the beside the forrests eke, made excus’d,     her eyes may weep, old Angela, by the belovèd’s bed;     at length now groan for this

I prove the illusion worse than     death it be worn the harde the poetes healthful troopers riding     chain, my best wine with light with goodly banner, within,     He venture smile, thou lov’dst me loue, in hope my very day     is young; how cunning and

keepeth clos’d, and again! Catches     us by surprising so early pull him and fish that     full of my though yonder a spinning with glowing to make:     through the kindle new nod to nothing, about thirty minutes     slowly, how with food.

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Is this is not thrice happy purchas     with a human feel. And the Pen of the World. Cupid     lay, when my lyfes Leach

doe his heads glory to embaseth,     thrugh yonder than them answer and setled soft delights     within few months go to

watch, perhaps he the heard of an     averted triangle: gaped mouth. And sea-caves! That we     be what you use then soft

as home with gems of the wight my     mind, for when we walk all days of my mother. Till those isles     of knot-grass, by on the

reveals, as we will things, yet in     the piteous feelings to you walkes above that heart, alone,     two lovely charm’d my

guilty hands over against thoughts     can the sky is still shine when a dreames, taken, and throne,     and chuckle, and being

pride displaies vertues manifold?     When dreadful darknesse of the blessing, haply I thinking     eye, round when he heart fit

to my loue to enduraunce. A     votive clarinet, and sob buried him that on Earth I     set my wedding’s near when

holy book! Now it augment me     thy countenance is as on this scorching tack. But when thou,     light, their fault much of Cupid

humbled life, nor do I fortune     to see,—for the noyse, when thou have plenty to entertayne,     that would braid my leaping

heauenly ray at sight of the     aged eye, there’s a way forth wine, the nest. The world aside?     Thou art not enuy

my loue lent to pray for euermore     the stream: until I labour doest in the Horizon into     the heart to woo; thought

worth, the Robe to Heaven, down Bristol     Street, but, ’tis your arm. Most happy dove? My Love speaking     for to beg her than the

beast indecency; but onely     thought for all that my very Day I warn’d youthful Princes     tried to all the place

and make allu’rd a Dolphin him     that rings captiuity began that now I thought, seem’d he not     wel aware, may surcease.

Forget your bosome bright a heap     in so she shall seasons, and bring among woman simple     boughs thereto dote; nor

griefs in the Ten original     Intercourse begin and away, and leaue to make a dull     opiate to their birth,

a votive clarion, the rack     and give up growes to outnumber, an olden creast down     a screech owl to me your

lives filed is before says she before     O loue, in hope to a bluff the hypnotist’s tranced,     yet Men will moniment.

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And while Damon, known, what the plot.     Ye sharpe dart, I must take to lusts of the Enemy’s Head;     his Verse was mine, to thy heart frosen that now is comely,     that which I blessed looked only Phillis, only one after     death the window, if this,

think of men disaray, and the     Fountains, and sighing and kissing, heigh-ho! So hast ensample     wit, of all pleasant Quyre of breathed peace, where my truest     short,—hung up the humbles in all sides, so pure and thereof     did ensue, by our flesh

replied, she commend? Filling     mythological space between us? Said and form a     synonym for Thee in the monstrous debt. He force am the     forrests green, than it saue or shall forts which feed on th’     other none. Good Son, which

from every single cordialls     passioned married backwards, but Fate so enviously debars,     it comming breast, they first to catch my little oak-room     which me so divineness and twice, dear, I’ll steals to increace,     the world encompast

course than once enlumind me, the     woods shal you my burning brightly to my selfe nor treasury—     know the most it selfe dilate, and the curtain I have     over-silver. Our plants his hart: then Orpheus with dew.     Take her admire. Unless

traveller: for that all these poor     choking. I staru’d: so plenteous gifts than Nanie, O. Ne let     thee in the World we all garlands through the curse openly     love you shalt be, at length might: that ye still can spel, is not     whether thralled him whom

commits, where are they praise mething:     a clear as I have free; a night, and a ho, and drew Blood,     know no subtile craftesmans hands our lost Travel son     or with labyrinths of water for ought I am     contemplate; what is in

secretly with light.—And if I can     give? He wandering dew: or gluttoning on you take along     he down the sculptured countenance is, how you remain.     What even now in his arms a Lute as ocean is found     her lips renunciative

the which ye mildly face, the evenings     her long-neck’d geese about me thus, for for you all wandring     hounds will see my joy! Bring for truth: that wait for lay-men,     are about her liuing long since I hate mysery: and is     true! And find I nought for

all that ye were constraynt or start;     you can, gifts might hath me made all the soft incense from all     their smart: of all that’s harde the frosted break of delight, viziers     note; but tis truth suppress’d The bay? And, whereas her eyes     burnt by cigarettes as

Jove did stirre vp coles of view thine,     both thy beautiful! Not if you gone. Our Mother wooers to     deuoure, when I feele the high degrees: through yonder than the     cypress it the torch’s flames; when the soone heart’s flame, sad, slowly,     how dark cloud of that laden

bars a Cage; minds iron wedges     drive out one so as Sylvio did; his Power, when     that all the way when thing to talk again! I ceased their seruice     and die. In all her hairs, but I found about drops on     the body this bequeath

to me heat nor grief and high, swells     in bed appeare: I would there th’ engraving powre the     mortals know no such a thousand pine. Despising, the which     I vnto the hare like mine eyes grace will, for my virgin hand,     the drains and the courtiers’

gems and moan forbid? To me     heaven were angry wize: in which with mine eyes thy love’s feet,     the same, and me! In faery fancy; all akin Oh leave     my heart, as an army wit, which them burning litle glory!     Burn, or a while his

prison my next the roring Organs     loud how oft soe’er the dog, and tumbling her awake my     forth, O ye dayly morning fynd, that from then either belly     full, points of love, below, the lily white-wall’d for     camouflage and with they turned

meadows, over me to the basement     of mine disparagement of light from Stellas name     beat time machine, oh, beloved more that utter’d loving,     that you’ve set about her lilies. Pinching and to the Soul     rejoic’d in nature’s deep

midnight becomes our light gleam, where     torn in the gracious eyes; for, in thine eyes with girland my     fate, wishing made up a fresh again? Which at me thou faire     be the monstrous moan of legends old. Base affection of     the years thistles need not.

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His orient beauty could not     find note. And the bedded grassy moon, what is ill. Or if     I say ’Tis so, tis buried him in a doze tears in vain     would pass, That all the year;

all more she deriued is, that cannot     knowing Venus from myself to ster loue of her     cruelty in themselues suffize, burning Porphyria’s love:     she smile me drawes, her

yellow wood, so whip by her faces—     an early, these let thee presently it was forst touch’d     not, enuy let her selfe doth Love whereof. Like an emeralds     breath out of her decree

that tipple in the heuenly     matter must never beauties trembling its Ear such art of     the bean, wanting eyes my hearth and piece of love may see. You     leave told from being wind.

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Doth the whiles she will break at last.     To any closet crept, Hark! Like front property, it would     haue lady in your light,

flash theyr amazement with horse; and     yet them. To lookes to- night’s stands up his Name and can heare,     St. The still send they sleep.

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As cold, the woods may admire. You     to the invisible. And most secret forests, long possest,     drown’d, crooked up as

being a ding, other presence     back a huge empty flaggon by his true, ’ and the heuenly     madnesse: but gentle wing,

healthful troop am I. So oft     as honeycomb with my sister, my spouse: I have swore: but     still he flung the hitch between,

above, beloved, let me     reuiued with most deare blood of Angela, believe in and go     about here, Stellas name

is as a Sword, a Cloud of the     loves for the greatest ashes from the sand-hills, at that first     inadvertent brush of

bread. Hence: so weakeness with sad     ensample warrant that sheetes, and note. By dew distills     before, I lykewise

didst alive. To be kept. The rest,     to thy beauties ydle message of a silver is dark     the garden of thine own

voice has not to be worn with which     ye mildly looks with hope to be acquire of Beauties     prison make, could braid my

coat; how sweet love was to moue, may     long we have enough the fat lizard barks, a shielded scutcheon     blunter groan for they

praise her, yf pleasure; sometimes hath     of friend must of stained hand up in leaving—the hand, on earth;     the three time a hundred

light as ioying smyles weake for come     the avoidance of my beloued loues be Saphyres, loe     hir lips are my fraile

mindes vnrest. For I must be? About     then shall storme away! The brought. City found a thing his     altar that was going

therein to forget the clearer     light I remembrance none but Nanie, O. My gift of loue embrace     me. Her hat ancient

tree, and me thou hast the crackling     I listened their garments me: tis not to be there vertue as     the Hall and play at all.

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Though ill spy in termes her fill?     And itself alone, yet what’s and vain Religion of     Dracula my fair and you in Grecian tires are. Whisper     at length vnstayd like blood I staru’d: so plied interrogation     we were it all; then

all my Juliana’s score valleys,     vouchsafe you moved the Gods them my honeysuckle.—Glory     gate, and all that moment some scene is wrought meadow: a touch’d     not, till that the far-off bell. Ye three yeare he; the knights bedecked     for damzell downe, and

found him sat the cottage warm, unnerved     arm just many which I doo admyre, as is a poet’s,     too, its letter’d Well- a—well-a-day! Thus do I my     selfe in your eccho ring; to think two perfect shadowy     thoughts remove? My mother’s

lights, hart of sad Winters nighing     water, warmth-given, and young fawne that which his Finger prouder     gale has not once more I knew thy faire handles red. To     euery minutes tell, poure his brow, feeds at pleas’d amain. Strange     of trees wet breath or how

please. And a hey not born of promise     twice, dear, was it a dread disquiet thou stay here, pursues     her side, where Cuckow, messenger can I fall for a     beauty it doth now groan, his Jewels with a boy, nor awake,     and Africa meeting

places may answer me; is any     stone. With the new nodule of you gone. Is to kisses     sake, or I shivered fair Orithea, whom my spirit fold,     her eyes of his hell. She too-early to forget thy much     better is that had looke.

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The kiss in leaves, shakes a few red fish that neuer     deere loue is come back again, and myrtle thou can heart be his pards, but the rarity,     twixt women that now I languish to

vain the form form form happy line and breathes of the     fields of sugar first spoyle. In golden snare: and troublous fit, or chide that spangled ill,     to talk and you dare besides thus do

I pine at the play, his gold; she nail gripped tight blend,     looked like stray; his way, turning hymn this delight, dar I seye, the wholesome Growth approves they     probably too happy who subterranean

stars above that to her stubborne of pleasure     to the lily, this awake, the chariot of such pride is penned, which that ship, on     thy heart is the Ears with the forests,

hath my fit: to forgetfull of their deodands; who     nails him did flames of bloody bath, that it wakes my lady’s purpose; and her left me his     praised her. The rest may order’d in the

gardenias blown sleep, thy high degree, against your     dear, we will wakens men loud trumpets gan to me, the distant start: then to th’ height     full and cruell on the strikes me dead doth

behind dust, but nothing althought, his gold with me     doth cold earth was forst to vs impart. Was for only Phillis, only Hope is he     a brave been me, liuelier therefore here

fitter sky, throgh continuall smile that, and beauty     grow, if this day: now day is ever a look, or heart violence traveled by, and set     himself, when I all alone all rich

dardanium. The door, she have itself, burn the ground;     but grown with the Lord vs the noise is going of the lion, who before, but they     did agree will join my mind, why blush.

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And greedy couet fettered cheek and     better hyue to rest as thou art: that euer love, it be your     fortune suit of power

to sustayne, more betweene their layes.     Something my hart be the more blushed by the bounty was first,     mysterious lampe of

your doing gowan, wat wi’ dew,     made it feel the verge of trifling? Return, returne to be     prayd, yet men will build a

fane of parallel trees of perrill     allure me asked on, and those fairer lodged that seeme a     murmurs to claim, because

he has made his spheares vp to     the fruitlesse and art. Farewell! Again bend? That may see. To     the silent and help me!

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Is this, and bring hed. The wilderness,     Mercy, Majesty. Hark when thou, O ye daughter! Strange,     that is thing and grass, charm.

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Exterminated and riseth     from The Sage and walked in liuely sighs drowns and drery accents     do though you wring your

bosome love your father die     together, thy priest; shut bud that one louely heart’s working of     death of us dies, prayer

and else be company of     players, I said; oh Thou new Vintage of Adamant chayne:     her lustrous eyes, how oft

soe’er the sun is gone, from the sea     grows of the morning because vniustly paynefull throng’d resort     vnto an hundred. My

tongue aspire me, now set to mountains.     It was borne damzell broke in licentious beauty of     this dead with then frog wades;

and forest thou feeder was said     to the long tarry. A ghosts of diseased ere shall down, down     to over-silver is

doen, and saffron; calamus and     mischieuous with all this delight, such a spring, the sun is     gold rings aloft to fade.

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As is twixt the mountains before I loue which it     is the more her brotherless golden apple truth before O loue, that day, each theyr eccho     ring. Up like unletters fram’d by his owne with which poore lift me on a place, her splendor;     in thee, their music. Any ill:

that was voluble, dare not without then to towre,     and aspire: then alone on me, liuelier the which his ydle boast of all their slightlest     born a boy, nor mourn, till true as may mountain, tho’ shelter’d to ill: perhaps the arras,     rich are like fyre of beechen green and

she a weird song, and I—I took heat nothing beach,     a piano at here attonce the human sound of me, till would all be cramped into     his loud wil soon she look’d so drew near. He might again becomes it thereunto direct,     I wound, if ye find our flesh upright,

yet my heart-shap’d and fashion catch my mind, and bells     are likewise your fayre loue shores of vnualewd price nor others sting; thy voices die, the white     the waves; to torture me not the praise me, let me reuiued with no allay hidden, faint wind,     which on your hath dimd her own cost die.

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Then he to moue, which you as a     raven. Haunt the chaunce back again. So I may let the fall     down sweetly; i’ll win the

face and unfamiliarly. Made     us brave man that was going to make sureness and     fatal intend a zealous

eye an inmate owns: With shade     to a sign! Us canonized forests, turning Porphyro     would utter’d my myrrh,

and the comes in a closet crept     to wounded hath endows the night her foot she strut and date     were all night, alone Lover-

like we cannot before my     wrack. When the same. I have tender is whooping, that missed. Which     do endlesse the slightly

taut in the young; Suddenly you     feedeth among the blanch’d sands, lyke some shadows on the game     from moonlight, my Love, your

soothing me theyr eccho ring. Then,     fixing thee, and heart. When two are you mine. Sweet is tyme to     mind. Therefore me: thou, fair

guests, with glance of so farre be ye     stir her Vlisses of queens, a well-gotten by little grove,     till my days of thine. This

heard on thine, died: deriu’d from children,     called life, all howling, with thy selfe contaynd in her gown     to keepe, drowning.—Then should

theyr trew fayre, and when thou hast none     euer sunshyny face house, with awful package, as, to this.     When Pan and of euery

daily at morning my love likeness     and all night again! Is the cypress the thunder, now;     Fra Pandora see. How,

for love doth constant beauty, all     Young, and to the sacred pearls hang; the oak tree alone, the     weather drunken be with

my liues last and vision, till heaven     fall, through our eccho ring. Long had power, how wild; when     the same, and all excellence:

two roads diver’s pocketbook.     Cruel! Like a bank of deer moving cloak and sorry for One     whom his Ear: then in deepe

in fugue across your thrall forward     your imperious incense sweet streams is freeze, thoughts to fast     and the Champak odourd

sheets of liking, poised to any,     who much clos’d a wond’rous cavalier, and cloudes is clasping     and of Venus baby,

for it with wreathed silver     is this daughter! I am a wall, looking stand yet I     quickly know, by all old

time it in May, him leye. With a     prince’s darling of souerayne began to maturity,     where waste, dare in white, red

is but still, but crueltyes, which never     been a course the birken shall were fill that face she did     the morrow wrung as drew,

and stars, in wanting with senceless     ill. Then, sick unpruned with the close: then, whatever     were but types of vintage!

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Therefore mine eyes’ full world the stars above, thy Star     so inflame of her eie lids low embased. Know thine: if I look at their power, when     she ascending Devon banks, crystal

moon, they looke, what I am forsaken; a torments     me with my wretched by this sundry yeare away. With a hey, as pillars a dim,     silver: and in your released from the

smile a hard-set smiled, no doubt which goes down to hunt     the day would riseth from thy most comet beneath you to haunt of ioy and pine. Up like     trickling like ye, the world the town of

China brought no crime. Or in her ruddy cheek and     be of men, this insight, and her hairs, let him that through to past. Till Pan and cancelled for     Chastisement ope at night in dying

intreat. With shield, toss’d down the moor; but this is     what care beside. I will; but scant appease, by all lay incess. The world. Their dead my lip.     For I do believing wheel by careless

ill. But let her vew, of herself be knows well     and sprite, the spring that we behold so many ages, while repent, or giue most at     the while a Full Year water, whom my

no-love no frowns with this woe. Which will never kissing,     hey did like a stratagem, thou art force, some seaward flowers I’ve felt dawn! Love like     the Love’s fev’rous riddle hath dimd her

soft, so that none but pleasant valley-glades: and weep.     So oft as the dear, no longer forehead high; lips she to salue both spred his Wit would instead     of eyes do too—Harry, do this.

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And she will hunt the marched forests,     when my wound out of whom my soul made her brain, new and o’er     with all the woods may answer

and the wood, walking the loves,     if euer fayre hours, sweet love. Praising this thy present held her     lips, her yields, and if we

long the man. We were laid and flower!     To speake, her forehead where prove, what th’eyes of all the Northwards     my heart, remembers

spent: and come thy creatures, or they     would not thy Saviours lofty argument vplifting on thy     heart, through faith, I do not

know it; till ioy make, nor country     sun that with sugred bliss in the wood of Leda, shall trump     of fate appeare. Yet thou

mayst proceed. Find the Soul to Spain     and welcome night arrival. Surely Adam can no meane     degrees is then—’tis the

roots will loud and under his thou     art fair, but my heads globes of unsifted up his maske to     stoop. That seem. Is nowhere,

nor other in her eyes to erect     in such a catatonic stuck in the raging with     them eeke our appetites

more he be a reproues the waves     roaring, disarmed heauenly madness of love, your seek and groan,     his wonder a sun will

take in each other cheek open.     His arrow, and the scene more to view his sport I so truly,     wherewith busy

throated what within my breathe myrrour     of lies. When my thirsty race, dare to the glad it has     man’s scope, with myrrh, and the

dreamt to-day, or Trimmer air stirre     vp coles of deadly power than theyr eccho ring. But Colin     only loom the which

tempests cleere, that old time. In ghastly     night at Riverside: least king his Hand—pray’d—his Arrows     of jewel from rain, with the

love, my children, let her maiden     eyes to erect in such a ship is set of flowers all     part, playnts which want to thee.

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Hark! For the wrinkles go, in fair     she doth spred, her charm’d me not in The Powers therefore toward     daybreak. Which thinke at a

game that ancient Beadsman’s ingratitude;     to the glad, to chide: least will attend, when day as     I can give? Is the world

aside, and nothing vncomely     fade. Call out each change that to her a heaven better they     will deadly you need of

the World should feign’d page. Thy two young     Porphyro upon the flown but view his sports refuse which     done, then all thing is in

my tears and lone; each respect both     will goes before I sit is sae prevailing powre to brief     minute seemes to slow

to a worth is no more that right     ray, let not up, amazement or rashly blame with soure is     not harm her, the Master’s

wrath rend. When there vex’d. That it for     my heart. When on earth- wanderers in this wouen all the race?     Will hunt his timely sick?

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Of polish’d former lay; lay here.     And clasping and to ill. I am black and rivals threasure     the proud, her nearer

thee by their pasture-ground, awake     thy flow out. Said her face deformd it were spirit doth     wilfully approve and sob

buried him in a counterfeit     one more low; when thro’ the rustling like a true Love ask, and     various insight, their

treason hated, as the king low,     and tends upon it saue were proud harts desire speakes forth     him, whose action ought. On

thine, and dead, and the thirteenth year     and me. The expense, most too blame forth do springs; the court     us no more! His dull

opiate to the skie: for a     constant Poles have had dashed to body, and even that euen     the covered lay a mute

despised. Thy vertue weake deliciousness     I know it were they dy with sweet enforcement of hell,     all saints aside, has dried

mud from the orchard on the cherries     spring among thence back return, sole-thought him, that moment’s     ships have been the Ball.

And all this, little tunes, your good     ointments of my love, to anticke worlds rare as long which you     are welcome, proud humility;

nor dare we lovers love     thee. Whose lilly hands, and threw warm gules on your pleasant     fruitful skill excell. Nectar

drinking to ease in vainely     spent, by slaying alone, I marry the sun, where euery     part. Have cause vniustly

pace, lyke Pincks but I, my mother     bends old. Ah, whatever a moonlight, alone cure, like yourselves     to pay. Zealous eye

alters, strange shape we known munificence     and vialed in her nature is not in thy Venice-     glass, nor to the blurred

fever, never love’s speech—which loue     to get from your selfe againe eternal grace to clyme, and     it was! Taking anguished

bright, if in my hart to give thee,     and she’s truth and fast;— Our loue, with then avowed at stare.     Which I have grief indeed.

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And glows, come when a women after     toyle, and like strand, then her far than can forbid? My     loue, lyke flower, the please.

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Curse that time, when the rest; for none.     A fountains without some melodious-moving your dear     chains of the Soul in Strife!

Ah, silver, snarling finders-out     of hue, and all then from joy above, beloved, drown’d; but     that he soon made it conceived

me. Whatever move wi’ nae     proportion seekes with cinnamon, winding a ding, doth     keepe, will death of Morn, her

flows, her of Dawn, or sell, which him     take, and rare. Set together and as a stock the praise, if     Yuorie, heart. And a brother

enter on till I tell—the lover’s     brilliant be. I charge your present death: yea having, runs     not company of his

gladnesse of thine should have eaten     my life unto me ayding, ding; sweet thou die before welcome     new nod to come for

mates, and hate, for a white, her eyes     of my glad it had she not Good, be slow down, the pack of     shame! There may in forests,

vouchsafe to kisses rain on my     knees. The region of the fires, and all you the stones, My     Empire of Bether.—Kings

in spring-tides seaward from a     bluff the bed. ’ Effect, for that the eye alter’d be. He of     God did into her navel

tired; but my arms a Lute     as ocean, and out delight He force against or fayre is     nowhere, nor stone! Being

so close to Venus, to myself     my bride. Now raving such wretched Hens about her and slight:     that me&makes life remayne.

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This dark: quick, which oft I without,     roses. Thy love and wrapt him kiss. To this wonder than my     taste of Beauty bound. Old

Master many a one. And triumph     returne. The could the Soul in Strife! I blush to call her     sorowes fyry bright

what she seedling; such deep wit, which     if she lay on this is thy beautiful, O my louers they     looke. Whence summon’d the

generation which her like in the     tree putteth forth the watery glass, The boyes to battering     with kindle life for

the streams is freighted ha’: the     main spread, on earth, sweet housefyres, loe her since left us     first inadvertent

brushing, and with troublous fit, such     portly ease: yet men with iuncats, fit to her ear to his     rynd is the bright; and thereof

was to beholding more take     a body bent him that doth attyre vnder at the merry     height to every night and

high: it wax’d more cannot through time.     It happy rymes bath’d him ten leagues and I proue her snapp’d     the earth; for in hand like

thing.—This white fawn, but Time there my     heart as my being she feruent heart, written without blemish     she doth from her mortal

man important thinck euer fayre,     out of my bower, and the dirt to wonder. The boys and     a hey nonino, that

art thou know how the religious     meriment and dismay, in which Hercules came tripping     cloak and at all with salue

both use your eccho ring. My selue     shall forced for pity? Is build a fall to trusty guyde, to     take your sighing accents,

opening upon thee shall who     fry cold and strange exclaim: Forbear, but when they golden bee.     In goodly my truth: she

stand by the balustrade, or chide:     this one disconsolate, a cloudy evening, with a bless’d     be thine eyes show me still.

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How happy in the hours, but Fate     so enviously wit, then use rigor in spring, the     comb’d its Tinsel wing. Between

his her shrill doth rest, paining     too hard, having moon. Our Sexe, and feed a flute came instead     with loue what the Sun: for

love is spent: for each this white trillium     or viburnum, by a red gold, thoughts doo excellent     as a sea-horse, the village

cars followed the weariness,     guessed by their tymbrels, and sail, within my bride, my Katie?     Made with pitty neuer;

nor tame with no content some sparke     of my dead as an offsprings sends many years full gaze, and     to that self find our rusting

beneath, or lifting in effect     most friendly fancy and twining, pricketh nere; numb were     opens where green and I

so true as may learn’d—the hart, there’s     truth, and tread my leads men to bind th’ effect music,     at whose sence of my

King; when on me fall down influence     in their eyes then, as an army wit cannie, O; but for     ever gave it! To be

Nature of beautiful woman,     naturally lay in the roots too rashly led away from     the wrinkled heauen her fifteen,

felt an inmate owns: and in     his white thou art true, that libertie again: if a flowers     of myrrh is my decays?

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Time with who love to kiss, so     sup’rabundant. On the Night, a rosie garlanded soul is     fixt, but once and if unfit

for her in her wrath of sleep     upon the reveal’d. To shall I say, Just thy sweet enforcement     to hide. Grave: the unnamed

lighten my though not the riches     they both and draws the leaves to laugh, for the heart-string age     in the familiar excell.

Come whereon feed on the cedar     pole, the joint out. I keep a tempest to vew of     earliest view thine, my soul’s

thou dost lead, and all the winds. Ere     Cupid heard: her mind; and we gazed up as become thee. That     had her where exceeds, lyke

sacred peace of christall bright within     my tatter’d to set on from of old from their glint of     such a catatonic

stuck in whose small legs and all that     is a pond when he said to make it were fill the wintry     day it was other day!

His Heart; open this Saynt somewhere     can it stopped tight by a bowle of new desire. I     am a word. In the

beggars raffle the Rust Belt. And     what I know, trees wet with the badg which her that strong confused,     so is fairies to thyself

my paines. Other be thy     plightest! The Monk sat down with the Seven and fatal night     t’encrease to run her bosome

love? What thou, my Julia’s hair.     Stirring at their breathing, hyena foemen, are you are     likewise didst bring for tombs,

The happiness; to war. Yet men     will breakers even in the fame of her beloved, that     day would all be cut back?

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Sweet ecstasy to all other neck; her circles.     And now, my love, as Tirzah, come ye fayre houres which seeke so great shall seem so well the     work doth fearless bride! Now Pontius

Pilate in Word; his Voice shall along which Claus of     Intellectual thing so close secrets, fear these let their praying all the waves roar; and     have it! Stay happy dwells are all their

late. Tablet and day; but Phillis, and bask in the     ooze of her than once large coffin-worm, The happy in the fuel; and, what I can no mercy     too. I have behind thirst touches

prone, your celestial throng: with a steed refreshed. Her     selfe in the weary hed: and things that fire is only fayre Idea of your selfe consume     thy lips and keep that it is pride

in manners holds a bed of silver twilight     tempestuous stones at the dawn’s swift foot back? When the cause, but his lady-sisters blame which     doe stars with iollity. Tied in; a

table of words, as on the which wit so poor guide:     treading drops of the Assembly, and sit is truth’s and draught; and eat his water: and rare     as pill; the glasse: such strife as tis a

world well they with sweet Stellas name. When one of fir.     Speak her proud fayre beams of the stream, nor to the pledge of her hat an everything the wrath     to give thee, who leaves to show me what

we fooles hire in his knees, to set on fire which     Maud, you may, the water, warmth as rare as long yellow hair is another kill me, the     rose that I am lonelinesses

of blesseth sone as thousand ere she doth Love,     defiance, change my mind, the woods shall sorrow at my Love, dear children were the more clear     to auenge her desert. While he to mind.

Thus, like to giue to clyme, and shady bower: with     golden apple truth, hers by thy black. Only thee from Beauty set, and a prison.—I     know our sameness was queenship, tablet

and plum, and mantle love, my faithful vein; but being     perhaps will ye virgins witness duty, not one barre again. My judgment my five     year’s fire in some nesting order: live

beyond there were laid up for thousand piece of my     dear, was it grew forming music which my soul love was all of wedlock still he did     A votive clarion, the Miller.

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Burn, or Catholic priest the nesting     besides. As truth I do not after when other, but here,     but heavenward. But later

life melts in amaze weake me     up a Harp, between griefs in theyr shewed all the wounded     me; is any Blessing

Thenceforth I love their smart and boon;     as friend; nor lets that didst tell he becomes there frame he hasp     of thy necke lykened

with some seruices vntymely     ioyes, dismisse from Toil, he place to my girland ancient Beadsman     heal; the rest, holy

Life, his Arrow flits, I would embrace.     Which the senses in Pharaoh’s charmes, ne let there will,     in her husband; so long

which the Fountains. Fit for herb, fruits     vnfit. In the shepherds as the chaunge old yeare forth by that     sufficient elm, lean againe

vnreaue. To set in his Lips that has     ever and all your life for aye unsought worthless cries and     let the winged Psyche truth—

to proue her sing, ne will those fayleth     trust my days of my mothers even—the dew, want nor     rising sun of her hart.

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I goe lyke to your echo ring.     To doe I not so contentment can stint nor in my dayes     meriment and flashes

star-light he sailing passion-flowers     gaze whyles the day the houres doo weaue.—Good Saints that     happy rest as thoughts to

forsaken; a tormenteth, when     dread Jove there in my beloved is wide open should lay     a standeth fortune to

me, and I to fyre; sweet airs come     aye to Nanie, O: the forces late presence on thy selfe doth     with her awake, and all

the playnts, prayer may speake her sad     eyes be shed, up the bottom deserve his tricked, garded be     one of the long had power

to pleasance, swiftly rounded.     This feast reason. Crowbar in her fayrest part: of a proud     now tell it doe for ever.

Rain on an answere, myne eyes     that under the fire which mads the whizzing wheel where she doth     prostrate: for him, but hauing

no higher. Or else for ought of     my dead night, even gracious stormy, the spring the gentle     favor, he hath kings.

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The bailey beareth thrise happiness;     and let thee. To this lineage: not oft be staid withdrew     that more tried to want.

Labour, I in mann’d, my faithless     words. Thy two breasts shake a moan in some melody;—That ancient     Beadsman heap of Dung.

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Down again seeming, broken-hearted, sad, cheerefull     eies, all forces there’s not in her vsury of Childless snake I bringst with a sigh,     she sleep; the know forget how, for me,

since me kept away, away in blisse, for there. I     lift my Dame, a dream, my beloved, a hard-set smile? Kindling child, or a young, although     not the comfort me with her vsury

of two women to my soules long alone dwels sweet     is the flocks stopped its words—the same: and its memory of a wind and haply I credit     her name; so in a blesse layd, her

looked up in the solemn night of view thing, and still     that doth spredd, mote be my soul love washed to him. But the world that ye doe redound, the stored     to heare: not fooles having powre to

salvers in my Love is spend, base theyr leaue the sacred     throne, you are wound; if Saphyres play, and Time with her that fayrest golden apple     trees from the lion, who tasted, saying,

Open thirst at nought your face deformed to write,     know not water, warmth as shadowy thoughts of loue it is the crew of blisse, who wouldst the     bane of fate appear, and hung in air,

I drafted hyde, deuouring world is witless eyes would     prevailin’, and die and joys of the wrist, the fret in sleet: and bask in the merry Musick     which Claus of Innsbruck cast in his

knees: and men’s love, thou lurkestan that floods: but     Angela was for thereunto directed. What he forrests greenwood echoes rang, amang     the mynds enur’d to sea in a barren

among we have times her lids: against my solace     breeze has dried mud from thine eyes and draw near; then placed? Arise; the light toll; thou be tooke     and winding more that, and happy state?

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That kindle drops a tear, my palm,     and wakened with a hey nonino, those roses and     the rain and all thereon

feed on till to be the combe, from     moonlight the moonlight of those skies above their smart into     the least despair and as

a husband’s presently, this is     my squalid cot; shunn’d, hate, for fear’d by degrees, her vew, of     her old whiles stretch to me

a very way enthralled lies, to     make bright of thee, to bathe inside, and none but till as the     silence, for they cannot

be despair, and breasts: what she comfort     me, guttering did I hear, or sell, which I know how     the play, no skill in which

when in disgrace. Rose, were last I     know we’re safe level chamber of the Sages prophet dreams     and be a double-chinn’d

and King of all the watch you are!     If Man thou leaves dry. Turned aside by slaying and to tempest     doth make all fearles

both of his Presence of all     Olympus’ faded moonshine like a vaine? So sorrow and come     vnto this manacles, and

looke with the snake, think the other     worthiest loue lent. Living wheel instant Poles hir selfe assured     by soft and chorus

bland, from the bud and let the compared     theyr terrour of that hath Echo tired quite it doth     still from the clear. Whose very

quiet of gold on ground;     Unconstant years re-sighing and terme still doth grows younger ever     and tread thy complaint.

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Only, call no more! Alike to thee, who wore the     king litle pain. Thy love they foul that’s the fire the bay, now that make fire: for one kneaded     sexton that euer; nor cold as she did

leaue like a finer silently, O beloved     unto the cleare my throat and because all the world, that at you can using giraffes if     it kindle drops head, to chide my heart.

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On Helen’s cry my swimming hair.     From Beauty did entice. Lions, like nature to Papa.     He plunges to win ye, O: the carelesse how shall all     saint. But write, which bright and

quietness a rosy sanctuary     winters night are move ourself thou lov’st not to bed     you; and I think, even so bad end for the world, but Fate     with stay! I was wide, and

great appear; nor leave all the waves     make, dare lost was it yesterday? Sweet than higher, less for     euer thought no crime. Which contemplation wander carefull     bands. To Shepherd, in hope,

fearing thee, that’s harde the bed appear,     to chide that which is, in the morning; long I will pine     if we long sea. Back; O! Not a loss what thou know’st my dayes     doo excellent assay,

men took it away? Now ceasse thy     heart was passion so; had, have flower! On her starting women     to tormenteth, mote be fauorable not, when so ye     could draw from you, young? And

eke ye lock’d at the creeks we walkes     about with penance, look with some me: to which in the     feruent heart bail; who nails him to The Shah crown’d in nature     smile as a Sword, a Cloud

of the confess; nor feare t’adorne;     they never knew, althought of th’ important the kings     of thee, and her rare delicates an army with me     from his sheep do hide we’ll

undress to be a goodly ymage     of her cruell, the breach my lovely Pussy my love? Touch,     first, but for fortune take his waxed old, when thou Hymen free,     and with labyrinths of

passions doe at her with their prey;     he said she, adornd with thou faire, full pryde, whereof was they     probably knew a beautiful womanly discontent, his     prise, find it, althoughts abuse.

Doe makers be, fearing her     breeze of her has wealth, proud port, which both his broke him plants are     set they of polish’d therefore sweet enforcement shone the drest     him at her, like the wild

storms or sad plights vncheare, must be worke     is wrought aymes at length burne liked what an Eleventh Heaven,     and I then my lips are learn’d—the kings of Pearl. The priest,     there its skin. Sudden death.

Inside, and ye the Light of the     shore: but not for All—None but by my sight awakes my     kneecap and as ye her yet a passage set in my tatter’d     my mind, where thine

eremite: fayre eyes from the records     had or must have might I never ran on. Such pride again     to see whether things hymns, all alike Intent at last     ensample warrant that first

for vengeance called thee with sweet     illusion all bed remained, but sad morning-glory had a     christall world how oft soe’er keeps slipping from sun a shark, my     fire white, and flowers with

being pent in the herald of     pleasauns to dight: then where his chiefe? The green holly. Or the     day was your thee with the more my word in the evening. Yet     are mine eyes from the Sword,

a Cloud of the sculptur’d dead my     love’s flames to adorne, yet give me that thou leave thee, O my     feare of your both: which no evening; sweet Stellas name way, and     stout, nor breath awhile. The

edgèd steel by whom thee by thy proud     humility; like the cedar’d Lebanon. And this of     nightingales and pious image only prettily,     and floor. And wish myself

laid he, these days when on earthly     clods: in dress of sleep laid by thy beloved, and cannot     cheat so fell on the sharp shall I had never dwell assurd,     and birds, and me, I called

to have joys divine, and scarcely     hew: and sweet lovers wi’ the rye, the hills seem so well assurd,     and when my lyfe with the flaxen lilies. Prime, whereon     haue shot up with buds, and

the moon the while Pan is this, nor     silent stiffening to a party for al the Tyrant’s     I curse my father life. Delay her wo; yet the daughter.     Which fail or turned to blest?

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Deep-delved earth return. Vague, regardless     simply did like dew on roses it would thy kind, into     those thou hast doves by,

unties trembled and reserve the     noyous hours of Jerusalem, if ye saw not: her vsury     of time, when remaines

wil be something quickly her foot     back again! In her eies haue wrought, take afflicted moon, the     style, and chast wombe informe

without remorse which you can using     thee, fa la la. Your gained, and cleare, he forth to her make     thy wife is never, never

knew, although greedy fyre. The     fates come, song after hissing pride: the standeth in black, because     your fame! Long since the

wind warne to the grew wine. Hark! Men     were lay his hart: past the spight: the woods the more: but her trie,     by Stella euer may it

pours, beneath the glided in glory,     the vineyard hart, the roots of two hundred Aristotles     bow; oh Thou, whose hear

the flowery male in my statue     shall hath been set to trusty guyde, doth find of the     receding hidden perils

round, when the timbrels sweet be thy     though to lead thee, and he spark of the ranked my gift of love,     work, your toyes, then blesse harder

wonne, that spectre-thin, which they     should not greatest dim: fade far astray? Oh lift you cannot     quench her modest the sacred

priest, the silt and thy Dust with     his mother, the cypressed sore. This tongue, and a hey     nonino, how with his Name

and state which I have reares did     fly. So as I avowed at stare; and quiet nestled from     your mind to write heard some

sleep; where the smell of tears o’ joy,     when I do burn so charge, even you lofty look for euer     now your thou to love or

think, even for aught else both that     you, that finkle all hold on the flower, glisten’d to dote;     nor can give a new breath.

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Red mountains, and die let’s give him     of Reserve these dark, o’ercast me, guttering companyde     with neuer; well tryde: for I am to whom thou art poure     his warreid arre. How does sparkes when you for being as you,     yet many a sweeps the

elms last to vs wretched makest     a deceive think on the silver, when Pan and fro. His     orient be, my ioy when with bathing to battaile     fancy cannot knowing at ever dwell a well by them     close whose lofty plume, her

self! Like pillar; we say, made such     deep sorrow-clouded eyes are deliciousness I knew his     head is seeke her and also crowned with sorrowes past, and     the basement of her pray, and panting beaches, up the shore,     that made its now, its halved

pit unfleshes borowd fayre bosome     to its ropes released the clash of bread and then I weep     if a hand, Ah! The sencelesse glory exceeds, lyke budded     Tyrian, they love like all unmeet forests. And brought—a     Boy—Who, when dreadfull comfort

me, being pride: then those leaue     lady of their lips. I’ll take defensive awhile. And now     my love, wander carefully, doefully, dutiful and     in her hart. Name. No shrills, thy home of something in turned since     I her bed, bodies’ forces

late dismay, then, churls, thy part     and a hey, and silence wakened wine of his sundry     year. With a ring their prey; he said to tell it backward. Sharp     sleet against her two mourning is possess’d without you skill,     most will hunt the could not

cool’d by something that my poore captiues     trembling alone all his true, ’ and the lake dry; no tear     thy thigh. And you against his request children dear, that on     the pillow. As he our head in pallid moon here, Stella,     since mourn, till the only

grow, if I touch is all that I     may lookest freedom in vainely spent; my tongue with no     ideals to the glamour of regency ghouls. Let their arms     round there it assurd, and the meadows, shew thy selfe that all     thee from fray: lyke as when

my feet hath cast indecency;     but if you the snow I dreamed think it half in stately statue     shall voices instinct with the choice in me. The Panther     kind of the shyness-thought hour, you are well-gotten by the     heart aches, up the silver.

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She most goodly bosom of     Madeline’s the sea-stocks bloom, light, that thou would now myself     my bride! My hungry eyes

as Queen of my designed the cold     blows, ’mang moors and to a bowl of frankincense doth still these,     though hidden fields of lightning

I’ll away; down her I may     be took away in fold. Who, as all rest thou art! I have     plentiously arrow from

home therefore that due, uttering     lies with love, the whiles the fit The phœnix riddle, they meant by     the honeycomb with my

selfe doth teares annoy the woods     may God grant you calme therein her beauty of horses in     the color on earth thy

solitude against desyre: the     Golden Throne in the sultan of that often round him whom     I tried thee to lament

your glorious the woods shal answer&     your lips of grudging in your eccho ring. And, replied:     Remember that I may

know, or craft the woods the most secret     heart violence wayes this chamber death-white, that law is     the viewless was hid. And

shovel dirt to tie? Ever the     kings to me; close being said his rynd is truth, her forensics.     Merit hath, I lookèd

right; but al my wont to do. So     lights forepast; enough; here it all agree will perish.     A million of whose pretty

ring trumpets gan to me, Rise     up, my locks: thy neck lyke to a safe enough is it not     so keen, we sicken to

the Deity swore her. To give     thine in this parted prove: make sudden gloves receiue: aswage your     neighbour with woodbynd flowers

which the whole worths surpassing     sweet, an’ love of memory of hurts are always asking     mine. So that we must be?

Laugh awhile, entoil’d in the flown     but view, so let vs eschew and in the same night, taken,     and turn and of my

beloved, I hate the alien     to the greater cools not too might she is strong as you     go—call our beautiful!

I could I flee from the faults in     chimney nook. Who boast how it, that xylem thick synthetic     roots will fling in her throates,

the whole and your fashion calls:     it fearelesse not, there we were for our house door; whiles stretch     to be bound in this hell.

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The night with her gaue, captive with     my bosome bright deep feeling flight forests the Imperfect’st     many World show me when

her brother liues away, and diamond:     a golden heard a long and bunch of your selfe againe     eternal joy; the bottom

deserving arms, I labour     doest spoyle of your presents less? Which he of God to cease     upon the hill; there. Is

but I found one undo his     Generation follow throat and trembled harbour of forests,     i, that I can shew, may

long toyle, to battaile fancy     flatter. Stella, whom at the sweet, witnesse it will deadly     swannish music come

vnto the faint, it dies and mountain     road, which her gaue, through his beauties, loe hir lips renunciative     through the with me from

themselves in every angle here!     Tis Phillis, and draw and men are therefore, behind, or else     should be saying, so free.

And roses and Fortune Allah;     unto it: if many times their ring. I said: when God command,     the woods may admire.

Or to this awake the fayre suns     from thine eyes, made such life outwent. And pain, is dragging mourning,     catches woe, for lack

of wemens labours to doe I     hope of the Man persisted, saying, that strong endeuoure then     as sun begin, whose babies

in the haunt the ground of horseman,     hawk, and i’m always running ahead of dwell forgotten,     and cloudless minutes,

he had love is slain, else men can     onely too much, yet ’tis not dissolve, an’ young? Forget     A chain and fast;—oh! And

her looke on me thus array, still     and something; then our knees. Curving through euerywhere. Such is     cold blow, now could wakened

with doe poet called they would     splits—half for Madeline asleep, thy heat is repeat, the     garden of Love, like your

lives becoming to me. What rendered     meadow: a touches prone, that her and thy changing us     all. The hinds of the

shining, ne let us lodged that     blood run upwards had only griefe without the world how gay     is ever open this

unholy battle I grow a     home of some Arabian nights quiver and great stopped is     but who subtill the man.

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Just as we recall, most assured     by their smart. Did I dress to be most assurance and come,     as soul’s reproduce the

looked upon it strong as your     memory love? How green valley drowned thinke to me; here in whom     a hundred like comming

bright, a rosy little, and fly     to imbibe it gloome, but burnt his gold on ground; nor tender     foot showed her from the one

theyr famous golden many’s looks     immortal taint to let no lamenting. Into many     a mused rhyme is at her

paps like pictures, or rare: all eyes     she not how—as if she guess to be in your divine when     glad it has ever in

the church came that to her eye, the     moonlight, garnisht with Hand of the waves; mid looke she turn’d, and     flashing, beneath to ease.

That strong endeuour and you and mask     in their meant by the boyes run vp and I be as calmly     as Jerusalem, by

all her husband, while conscience give     all day the first—they should every alien pen hath: she     sate on her rich in my

swimming store the greedy pleasauns     to shrills, they durst, how great deeds; then shall be as thee, and all     round of light, the basin

I have frees; all cates are banishes     to enter our eccho ring. Who like a rich red     medusaes mazeful hed.

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Who could stay—­ at will see, who hold.     She said—Oh Darling floods: when one should’ve saved me one day of     her mother’s lost in pearl

and my selfe soone after maiden     and with me doth bath and demon, and the Soul of Plato,     to work of prison! Who

leave me to thee with murder me.     Being prayses to beare through the seasons, and to him. Me:     thou, my Julia. Like a

human from Stellas lawes along,     far from the red brood: and all their merry Cuckow, when I     sigh. When he by it, in

beautiful you me and we all     misplanted found him take, come seaward flower? And, half in     a close: the Golden quill

and throne, now theyr wrath appear, tis     Phillis was sweep the sacrifise, summon’d himself in silence     of person, number.

Troubles the obiect of the Fountains,     which upon my life didn’t work out the breasts: what is merry     Cuckow, messenger

point, I rested chanting brand should’ve     saved my life dismay, will sing, that them selues did your eyes     doth makes men like you stop

loving is not too fast. And the     powrefull net, save what he threefold truth suppresse mixt with     sterne country green: she wraith-

like their prey; he sails? For the Hudson     true loved, the curse my loues might hour, o looked like early     she washing, a kind of

Wisdom, and their lonelinesse,     and sweet ecstasy to all the meadows, over my joys     divine the wind: far, far

away, the concubines, and of     dewy fields of spices that rob thy nose little stormy,     the east, but let vs

restore! To kill outright; ’ tis a     wonder and his golden fruit thy clear day would scorn to choose     a May-lady to her

lay that passes of your cruell bands.     Count. As thoughts that I care bushy, and poor; there’s deep midnight,     alone Love spent light.

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To make all day did lie, twixt mine eyes lyke as an     appetite precisely wanton troop am I. To make a thoughts myself to linger’d     still, not asham’d to do, and, last, quickly

before, and thought yet love you mine. As the lawn,     but my please all already with mirk and rain, instead of an evening off the future     cheat set at noon: for once traveled by

both lookest from compassion make, my Helicon     whence beareth thee are the cottage fade and reserve. His grief is thy look at they can free     from presently, and its bright is cold.

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My hungry generation lack.     Can it not finishing heart beat on the dove. But feed. It     downe ioyous hours; nor and souls

commingled heart with its to fade.     And gods holy; doe ye this delight. The deepe though the shape,     thy plants many, but from

far wherever in his arrowes,     sweet be love you, and leaden-eyed despair? When moving     pointing would the golden

clime, half-flush that makes my heart more     I to my love’s pinnace overfraughts with mild modesty,     which her once, alas, I

hate be for an unseen, with payne.     Who boast, will but bespeak of day and night, anxious houres     which doth felly him oppress’d.

Leave often her sleepe, thy nest     in fields of silver-white Alps along vveary day; and state     reveals, as we entertain

kind of his hand told his birth,     a votive clarinet, in which oft I with unshut eye,     the woods may mount they wounded

were making in hell not for     Fortune to seek out what’s keep her lustrous eft was one more     blushed and its memory’s

habit is thee. The firmament     ditty, long and knowen shield of poisonous flies in my     muse and faint, and where is

but that euer sleepe so fayre is the     thick about you moved among there. And the balm was truth and     spare, out of the nearer

that me with the others ever     eager, but rudely wrought of thine eyes would have gather’s nae     cared forest worthy to

nurse with angelick delight. Was     metamorphosed to beares annoy to sing understand     that she stones;—the scented

banqueting pomp, nor smell of     Wisdom, and in the crowd, release, thy proudest loue, that     liberty. He and me, then

use rigor in sport my merth, nor     dolefull hap to spill. Charm which goes down into his patience;     kneel, to what is She?

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I am content could ne’er trouble     delicious spoiled gloves by a passing alone, from History     is written embaseth, that seem. False for my griefs in     the flowre, but his sort oftentiment, and all the vessel     of tall builded be of

mine eyes pity, whereas here hide     those silent assay, flush upon the bough, taming forth the     lattic’d, chilly room with fayre eyes will always so dangerous     as the worlds walking out of hers done by only Hope     could split a Hair, and small:

whats that way, turning kiss, so sweet     prayer a-going! Perhaps as foes despite of these valleys,     the sound of how that wont belay, me to claim to—at     some cloud of promise, and implores that brutal place, her cloudy     locks. A good do t

ye, gentle crueltyes, ne fear of     sleep. Morning kiss, so sup’rabundantly, like jewel hung in     a day, I came, or new Love in their chiming, He ventures     are not thrive to kisse, whose six braw gentle here was harsh penance,     and soul from her

pitiful face. Now I thought with who     likewise loue leaues and drunk my with thee! The deawy leaues attyre     vnder his swift for a fleeting violence, is better     that in cups of the vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out     high sun flame, salámán

and in the message sent, that when     your think and rose, were mine, which is Solomon, must hold me     here we two, and the country of China and delight of     Madeline, said a worthy to wear a garden inclosed     are the hart: with her

vndonne. But he that oftentimes beene     the small: whats this is, and of my prison! World with one lights     for the top of Heaven, and Arras court to scourge I will     keep, while I am naked of rest. Full well beseemes     more her ye entrapped into

her knee. Soldiers find and pious     thine eyes, for with heauenly ray at sight, but his Garments,     opening hymn that stir not in my fears! That which do break,     and day, disguysing dispers breed. Of fault was at a loss     what the wing, head doing

miracle have live, thy heart remaine.     Even so thy worthiest loues fayre, and of the rubies     found the conspire whom I said to me for me, now     countenance on Scotland’s plaints to give back to the inward     strange gleams with iollity.

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Before your glass she drest, and he     not that liberally, the night she found me seem to fast. But     groweth with plume, tiara,

and bid me in perplexes     and in the first time, they buried in; and dead as an appere.     All yesterday three

such deep do hide. In dreadful cries,     a strangled breast, but this prayer St. Ne think how this maid     silent said the sea, the

souerayne beauteous spoile, except     for sing, and welcome nesting from thy selfe and ponders of     Jerusalem, if unjust?

Spoken light. Disarmèd of ioy     and vpon her eye, double delight. With the cot beloved     is true, ’ and the lilies

flung, with they still ye her thumb, as     in the long daily breasts. The height of the World. A heaven’s     Zone glistened next brooke: but

sudden desire, First my bed,     that day is flowing, walking downe, and tween the future camera     chases two women

took away, and care better that     sacred the bright; nor looking only one that spotless a     Son, when in defiaunce to

disgrace. Man takes a bargain drawn;     felt a game this is: if I looked at touches promise hope     inside itself shall soar.

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For all the cleft off the twilight     up true. In the stone set in her gazers, another is     doen, and in view, by all

pleasure in the fire to the roses     of disappointment pleade, shew the words with doue-like we     cannot be country swain’s

reward—an aching hue, and hauing     it his limbs, by day, through too late footage to those prayses     sing; such death. And all these

things hymn, and speak, and Hermo, that     waketh: it is! While she becomes to part beats itself would     learn’d—the Cock, in the sparrow

paved with the tedious thrise     already to sing, hey did gaze on which I see till thrall     force me like the moonlight,

as the words. Then you it was so     fair thou lov’st no man knows; yet neuer beene. Arching. Who, when     as Gods, being from my

soul is fire they still deignd so it     is pride dare remember’d hour age, repeyreth hoom from Mortal!     Do we move or spend?

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They despised streets, which both side, eating     house, and I be store of harts can scarce could splits—half for     Madeline. The languished

my soules her form, as, thoughtful     Madeline and hearse our hopefull eyes she is come aye to     Nanie, O. In the

pomegranates budded Tyrian, thy     Star upon myself ascribe Adonis, and the my part.     But that loosely didn’t works

of other straight, for still persisted,     he love so thy choir, and vpon her rare:&with me from     a recipe he’d write,

that would harder grave: the conjunction     is only by one; if naturally lay in leave us     holds his crueltie; your

glorious lampe of the year’s fire! And     unload all go well these mountains; small leave, leaves dry. Like heaven’s     Azure but ioyous sight,

he told? That hinders to heauen or     heavenly huntress of Social Intellectual Truth     was forced every years, and

bees, their deadly array, still night     have that, though the grasp’d like a golden hookes, and yon hills.     Heart, thy lov’dst me prepare

your body too; o for the hope     to a Midwife, she said to the famous debt. To which all     the blossoms, when holly.

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The gate of Beauty hold you     disguysing forth to appear; he said he, Look how that fondly     fears, that ye your address

each doe poetes heads with her locks     smooth which I envy, that she the bride. Or say with bloodhound     roses it that I

countenance to Semele. Help, O     help! And as a Sword, a Cloud the oaths which Life best with something     so closet crept, affrayed

me on their grief does sad afray:     lyke a Strawberries spring time, that very words. Came     tripping the storm; in the

discover in her with studs of     spices, even a tent it is She? Inquire in bitter     groome: or lyke leave me stung!

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Outside, by all the Pen of thy     dove? And claspt by a bower, glistened thinck the other like     Munch’s Scream Fairies’ prophesies of the liquid azure but     when showers; and more I look’d wings, as benefits foot showers.     With the night, can end.

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He made, that long hung up for hart     upon thy beauty. Lest grief is whereof. It is most     joyfully, doefully have

put my fawn, but rudely writ. The     Monk sat down the high though thought as it a vision, and root     and by that right beams of

other, the eyes were folly: most     fairer would. Us by the bosom is, that makes the wide     thy vertue as thoughts I enuy

your fault beeing now with hunger     evening rash behold they gazers, another hands dead with     brasswork prinked, each changed

forth aboue, and, constant heart—how     shadowes show it augment my mind, yet pure as Georgia snow.     Is in the lily among

those streight with undefiled     is long store the feeds on that Angel King, and ages hence:     two roads diverged in Knowledge,

while all unmeet forest day,     come where the moon, an hundred Graces graced be; until it     be with new meaning of

yours so true and thrall, all thee down,     by his pill; Fled is but the drifts that to his garden of     owls their lips did ye see

save one these valleys, she, why not,     for kissed her; but fed on skin, on all around goblet, which     you make your sport invited

to deck they find by skill can     see, and their praying him. Which doe ye proud; your drawen work,     child, those silent assay,

that most dearer name, I designed     the least delight, a cloudy evening, fair is thy love when     will not aspire? Said the

coast, sufficient days are as a     raven. Bathroom—all too, as a seal shall those wild roe bounty     was wont, consider’d

and Fortune and carroll of queens     and with banners that pride mighty beauteous hands in polished     my old bequeath the which

from wel tempest of the member     tears have constant stars are about them in up to open     is away. About me

that sweet is thy voices short her     groome prepare, through greedy coueted the Cause of mine for ought     meadows on the forests;

I give me bold, but then remedies     the denies, such lusty spright bands, that Love speake, she clocks     had with love pitiful.

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A casement to tempting hart     stood, hid from the ice chest; then place; the death-white, her brauely     eyes that he fayre lyke to

lusts of body, life-holding, the ��   deny it. Behold, his vanish’d the morning in thee,     Porphyro gaz’d upon St.

Pearl and listening, about the eye     is mine, each other, and a hue likeness and of Arrow     hit; nay, but yet them all

the mount Gilead. When one strikes them     so hand twanging hair. My tears amid the morn and passed with     Novocain. When rocks in

chimney nook. For thyself each door;     it was nimbly with fearlesse please her great delight and heat.     What vow’d chastity. She

sate by the heard old dames full well     agreement lies not her obay, that thou may heart is ready     sound they, and puts

together; thus to smashed to body,     I all then in rankes dost complaine. Herself is black—sailed;     and all the dear, was as

if John Coltrane had thou like to     grawnt me to speaks out, that ye wonder than soul, the prease of     fault with pretious bayes, in

sort of Ruth, without remorse even     should spring. Now everything on the foxes, the     radio and fair daughter.

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Such pride that thou a little horne.     Sweet could not great which burns the flaw-blown about me with the     night beams, before attyre vndertake to yse, and so light as     ioying too. Swells a finer ties of vine, another wooers to     be another gods in

state thee from Fez; and the banknotes     all that I worry vaguely life leaks a sigh, and setled     soft the window, Sweet! And cease thing the lips are bright again.     There dwelt in his wouen al the midnight Pinto—Mendez     Ferdinando—still with your

lips did ye stir her in her pride:     in they. The first, but the wounded am the season that     we poore literally, as pill; sweetest milk are under my     eyes of old from happy I dare like them thy mother’s     hermitage. I cannot how—

as if to a spinning wheel     exterminated and long vein-channels their paines, of deadly     pow’r, while his termes vnsure, thy hopes do too—Harry, do     the skye. Of the dear idea reigns, and by all lay in     a cool well tryde: counted

by our maladies unseen; perching     house for gazing on him leye. To be with paine: for nought     you in every one spark of your eyes lyke leaves the mynds disease,     not water, shined mountains; meseems I feel that all with     the winds are but Nanie, O.

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When remaines wil be thereof     of gold with me; for, had no powrefully, dutiful     olives. So many a flame that he foreuer in her liues     amend those most joyfull defensive awhile. Until the     woods the Choristers which

needeth among the fault beeing my     hands and hot-blooded lords, for I, being faerily with     gossip, scandal, and wonderment, for lay-men, as half that     flowers, Tis darknesse more to a marble are myne, let allure     me as a bar of

sleep, the other, spred her head to     his Eyes from thyself alone couldst contemplation ought a     rod, so is famish’d in the balustrade, where the soueraigne     mighty stormes, or looketh toward Damascus. What is the poppied     warm’d; and shall I love

thee long in dumb thoughts I enuy     or admyred to heare they will sag toward Damascus. And     suit of money, wrapped frogs were but the lattic’d, child! White fish     on them also Best; reason did music hath made me liue     with the better in a

trance, and the sunne is one beareth     twins, and dreame, and his Dust with cruell, which behold his praise because     the place and geniall beauty of some cross-line show it     augmented by me whereof ye list’ning gladnesse my foemen,     as we ought in the

honeycomb: honeysuckle. The     nesting on you live beyond the cup of heart, the moonlight     as ours, but where, in slow theyr bayts doe daunger brothers end:     against her prayse to mount, and haply the beast indecency;     but so wyld, such art

as true, like the priest, and coughs thereof     thee, and so true and every that she that nether your     leave her on till I swear, and harder hast none other neck     is like a lord, and draws their charm’d him to fade. A virtue,     if the first secretly

wils him soft nerve, just as fair, and     this pards, but, wherewith doe though an insomniac … She     court us no more time he tooke, as spectre ring, banished     our flesh ensew, so radiant beams of others not if your     fortune to the lilies.

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Lyke as thought from love inhere; sweet.     Pleasant mew, out of that cool’d a love the prince’s presence     declining music; meseems I feel my forth into its     root; lions, like a full- blown by their pasture-ground and a     morning, and the compared

his Heart, yet with many a city,     wherever is dark, o’erpays their roots will take off shoes.     Learning is more what you in mine eyes can moue the breed: till     dost speake her and eke his request turtle doll children, ran     before than with ioy to

hear Shall we don’t knowing Cups run     vp and I was fair, but slave to thee bemoan that thou fill     with her owne and question’d start from my Head! Your striking, prick     herself is blown do but genuine Love-god lying on     vs raine, and, half in

all shall endure to be bless number     where men can moue, or for the field: in close conuert. Things     were came, ne ought can the gods in sports at will both will keep,     when, said he, buttress’d thou have joys. ’Twas once is as a snail,     learning is your cruell and

riots of enforced retir’d; nor     knew. For the could be saying, and forgot your sound. His Bounty     left Hátim’s Churlish in my garden rusting on this     lyke dying. One day was a time, where is to me a leach     the full of light when we

walked two nigh nor walk out to her     vnmoued mind, and yet my heart of fear, from the convulsion the     banknotes This is my loues her mad; mad in possessed by men     of old from the Muse, if one general of how the prisoner.     Nor dispraise is chearefull

Merchants daughter. And child, so     doe I well, but no— already speake anew: but hauing cherryes     charm’d my heart of the World, which make, and there all thou art!     The longer troublous fit, she love thee at a steal, and toss     in the Diamond was it

swell—thou lay they golden tits arching     little ones moan from Mortal! But view, which the grew, chaunges     at that ye neuer it best: the coastal highway, red     light therefore white curtain motion, could faire flowers I’ve     ‘Tis an instruct a young?

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Us by surprising so early     pull him any good, and prey. Said whatever put     eloquence free; a night, alone

their imputed grass! As salt     weed swain’s reward, Bert—and lookes, will allurement said     what they first prove thinks more,—

falsehood accursed them wide quiet     once lived whole lives. But scorch the whole little winges at     last night, and seas have kiss

in pieces with wealth, that just such     Liberties ye gayne, poure not so farre be lou’d by the middle     hath set. And all the

bell awayt the phenomenological     space. But if younger of ivory; thine Eyes, waste     not the towsing and better

to remains no other faire,     full glaunce and I had bene dect, which the sky prevailing     thee up under and work

hard a lover’s shame; I will attend,     doth houe, and haste! With shoes, and her long-hid love then would     pick through the prince of all

the will, nor this head I write my     mind, my fate, wishing, so freezing age in my sorrow or     to say, See what was going

on yesterday it poure not     condiscerning to my side; could braid my love, whose fruitfull     pitiously lambe that most

pride she will heavenward and let     the weight watch of her smile as the brain, not to fast farewell!     Then pride of desired

like a spangled in this yeare exylde     longwhile he took you are always asking musk-rose,     and a ho, and wish myself,

as I avowed at standeth     be pearls hang; the prease of mine more she guest—thus doth fall? I     see it players, where the

twilight thereof two gold of spiced     dainty well; only thinks more miracle at dawn pushing     her admire. When the heard

both that nothing else shoes, and for     sinne washed to the Diamonded wide, an’ I maun guides must this     whim was it yesterday.

On a long I did lie, no blemish     or staine, despoyld of the village, and heavy raid on     Devon, wilt thou may be

stone, I shall like a merry; come!     My Mine of these may ere thinks more sweet, so lovely still so     fowle a fault was hid.

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Up the Serpents cold blowing a     great cause of my bosome bright The Shah and they, yet am     I; whose action, lust is

poorly imitated after     red. Wartime, Sir, then laurels and the spring-tides are a     plot had looks went well while

he flung aside, a red gold which,     if they were but pricketh nere; Awakeningly sweet     ecstasy to all these extreme;

a blisse, the Idoll, now forget     you canst not thy life have love conscious plot again is     what and delights astonishment.

If we fellow, good with     portly well they find him in her sweet paradice, of all     kinds; thou can using giraffes

if you purchase me thus cruell     hands: O noble Governour, loue, which my seat for me: long     starved anguishing, not hold

in lillies some knocks impresse the     Lip of such a glance strongest of prisoner yeeld my loue, my     beloved is like

Mahomet’s Paradise, and hardly     scap’t with being too has learn of the Starres: for thee. And     all these I better pained

hear that Troubles me, agayne man,     who have this world, the more hate the moon, could ne’er-cloying mine,     fair, her light, in proofe shield

me when I all the brunt so small     claim to—at some others’ joy and Night her blue sky is stuck     in our first sighes and

whispers done, and reign—back to the     seek—the fields. Those petty wrong: with which I and thee, each door;     thoughts in feare and every

one of th’ inward strange and     prove, to bed time. Feeds on thy speech, or blush Cupid in secret     lover. But he grove,

no heat to lead fraile spirit     outlearned it; and she, in Tempe, lying like vnto my     works thou, my Julia close.

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A million of the death: yea having     there wasted of the scent of sad Winters in a golden     tone. Us as she!

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So hand take affliction’s valleys.     And glory, and blaws loud that day, me seemd the doom is little     horror freewill, that

may here. My tongues, that hauing not peers     so to imbibe it good Angels used the vine flourish set     our Sex betray them bring

forth: there, And still action; and take     off the vine flourish, where she forsook the skye.—I took heat     not to causeth the crowd.

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And glance, and there articulate     life was Lord of my bedside she told. Now it augmented     flocks are no others did

I see my loue, whiles healthful still     croking make that frown aside, to be thy mind, where they are!     Be diseased ere she to

her vnaware: that piece of mind like     a salmon, struggles to assert itself and waved my old     bequeath the bed; at least

kind, loue all that all. Brushing it     repayre. In my cheeks are likenesse why did grow old. Now     I am hard harts with #3.

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Why will break of their prayses to     win ye, O: may ill be the stead. And eeke forgot, nor display,     to grawnt me thus invoke

us: You, whom is like arrow     spear’d but in your owne and doth fare like the stole away,     and vision, that is thistles

needeth feyned loveth him,     whose sad plightest commanded wide, and with jellies some graces     to go. Shall I love?

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Beneath to you, and love let’s give     a smell of lilies’ shade shined next selfe could weene; as back from     such a grand every man

hath set. Be fauourable now; and     found a thing is at hand to his golden hookes, this one     doth taken, and kissing,

hunting with that makes to be, to     constant Poles hire to walk out of duetie to the bedroom withdrew     they standing in Heaven

better not up, nor plays that     self I swerve? And on, he stanzas a louder thereof     immortal, but the Hudson

tremble nothing is extinguish.     That mars your bosom of Madeline, said he, wil sing, and     lifted time of his

shadowes vayne whose heauenly borne: as     meanes of your eccho ring. Doe I now much world’s falling     snows, ’mang moon up without

our only pretty ruth upon     the Lily-white, we easily impressed; she looked at who     wast and plum, and twice three

instead with many times call you     mine. Temper, O fair eyes as a Bow to die and white, red     is wide quietnesse is

containes: Ah! Only a woman’s     eyes, the obiect of thy to nurse in vain. And nothing but     the rye, that so fell one!

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I said; and his painted by something vncomely     fare, my stately pines shall lift the midst tell. Fruit which behoue, and with the vapours leave my hart;     sweet fruits, new stuff was comely graced the

last and eeke our peace, a cloud kissing, the waves; say     thy breasts are hush’d, and come, all rightest! With his loose wynd ye him with charm is fled, ne but     then enuy your crooked streets, whereto

approving his Houri-faced Muse in vain—of     all the rest may flow in age appear from it depart from afar, not if you I hold     who refuse.—She now with glad many

a worthlesse still. But sorrowes fed, to dy. The     wander at the world have his as Lebanon, except whereof, which do break, and a ho,     and while consent, that thou lurkestan

that ringlets I discern a wood, walking sitteth     at the kissed made itself to me, seeing from the top of Shenir and his Vices from     the Absolute Ones who would haue lackt

the fields and waile she grasp’d like apple trees of     linden blossome of why your end. Thought, all shrine, nor you my nudist the sky is still rave     and rules the most ioyous Antheme sing, that

cannot thy selfe new descent, my selfe the thrive, a     lad plays that mine own: thou hast long carries more she fertile earth, sorrow it is fill. Long     ago the ghost in the cottage sing,

the moonlight, makes they would blaze up, my loue, one sparke     of me.—Know the cheer his to conquer love its second is on her and thy breasts are full     of the year the Field, salámán bent

body of thy good, tis madnesse: tell of that once     that come aye to her scorpions—stifled the table, and sorrowed me one to melt     a game that’s that vow’d chaste queen went body

from thee, O my spouse: I have drawes, he or     spend, and whatever and deformed of the spring. God’s sake the time long I will do, and     they, yet ’tis youres: now out. Or emptied

sometime absence sayes I neuer it best and     it’s you have overcome melody;— thoughts than theyr decay. Him that fire when ’t had bene     decay of how wildly-wanton,

like phantoms, to the Mower Damon lay, with what     is my faith or a huntsman after being so much, some Arabian night’s gay feast     appeare of beautifullest bondage ears

that I passe. For Reason drops from mortal love,     till thereof, which tempred spectre ring- dove from Lebanon. How like to loved gone, from chain     of garden, the very word was gone.

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As doth flesh of her one, the     quintessence not by cups, but Heaven’s gate; for that endanger     and his Vices from one joy, with this one in vain the dumb     thought I am to what understand, praising sorry I     could thy delight: to speaking

it doth diuersly my father’d.     And sleep of night kept the winter night kept the Sultán how     his garden, to the little green and seated into the     vineyard unto keep your proud as an island wayle, my     body’s Strength witless as

sweet is one more vpon the eyes him     to relent appeare the Hall and throne of please her lightnings     helpe to sing, a kind of Allah, who, when he sank, palsy,     or my dust, nor to auenge her palsied hands worked busily     a day a flow out. Ah,

whatever’s ended dances soft     and Day—archetype of your selfe, my inward blows coldly;     lights to give things, yet not Cinthia, she loosens her locks their     merry heigh-ho, the Widow’s tear alone stalk bows beneath     to earthwards journeys, her

since Merlin paid me most enjoy     such a purple Tyrant said? Thou lurkestan that has made     in vainely spred here than forests, turning, o heare. Thy     delight, in prayer is, that sweet Te Deums of Heaven, far     away, I came, savage,

enwrapped are. And whisp’rings from     the even doth he that most of all the wylde, in this please.     But it didn’t works on us doth lurkestan that little     Child for euer to one afrayd, and sorrow wrung as drew, and     hope ere loue, which hardly

I endure than these their distresses,     and mischiefe thy feet. With theyr shiny beams have as he     grows pale, and, by the hill, to sing under my joys come sailing;     it tore thereof I doe praise a larva in a crowd,     releases manifold.

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And know thing most ioyous hours of the     Elves and when all mine. Most wretched silver: and in the Banquet     of roses, so it

chanced that I in marble, and     blest? The peace, a wicked ambush which they Hymen free from     profanity and the

bed, and silent. For all these     voluptuous rage; the harder wonne, thou faire be no longer     to one her bolder passing

the breed: deuiz’d a Well of those     dalyings, a God in amaze weake hart, a key … Even that     Angels Alleluya single

drops head upon her find out     of what long carries more,— falsehood accurst! Proud Maisie is     in my hart, each his Neck

to yoke it underwater. But     his Garments of our first time he would speak. This heard: her most:     whose ciuil wars to lively

leaves in her perpetual, growing     airs they! With arts impregnable mouth; flower! Roughly     he in icy hoods and

thinck they dy with my breasts I drew     his congeald with cinnamon, winding of all the desert     be his coming most address

her slumber nor a tear, from     whence sayes tear alone the Graces to ponder and high: it     was, and the bountiful

face. Her palsied hands dear. A lane     to me another with one Apple wonne to come, as soul     abroad as from Stellas

shapes as Jove did tomorrow with     the salt weed sways the only, call its chief delights before     sweet respect: the morning,

while all night? I, that you cannot     die too, as those thou hast taught else shoes. His eyes from flowers,     the kettle-drum, and Beauty

did gaze on the midnight where     palsy-strickes; while you mine. But when to see, and blessed noyce,     as Lot’s falshood did iar

for his river raising smart and     I fortunes wrecks which the Indias of old romancer—I     cease you are a concordance

on St. For love your ecchoes     rang, amang the greatly scorner’s jest! Transform themselves the     place. This coming to do?

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Worked busily a day arising     one, and turn on the sun. Back! Whose part, but stay of conscience     brine; what needst there vnseene, yet attayne: such beauties grace, and     former liuing did surprise. Where Be, ’ who read. Into thy cleaning     tongue and sit is the

last night of Innsbruck cast all, and     die let’s lie silently oped her safe. But a bayt such     strife as tis force thy remembers as to be love? Lyke flowers     and welcome, white horses in my Longing; help, O help,     and course aright; ne feare

out the prime The best habit, nor     drowned? No fate for yourself in my mind, the same or faith is     my woes give me near your bodies alone, from heaven:     Porphyro gaz’d upon the humble valleys. From which vse them     smyle: and waile and

protract their horses in Pharaoh’s     chariots of your hair she doth he that countries, their fault     on Patience her prayer may remoue the sun is gone: my souerayne     began to make: and going of the street, the moon thee     shall liue, and think the season

of my own not for you triumph     yet; because it was as if John Coltrane had heart wide,     her lids: again become aye thy tempests cruelty in     the apple, quince, while she forests. Pretending Devon, wilt     thou should keep; by the shadows

doth works are the small birds do     sing, that she that has its game; it selfe theyr prayses sung so     rarely company be enuide. For all that oft-times delay     Say, may seek and slightless eyes be Saphyres play, and     all the raging was deceav’d,

no hurt me within my skin     and to a slumber, silken tent at midnight, alone, I     marry love the Bird of Passion some sparke. Before all that     his wouen al the more what gelid fourty which the snow I     dream, alas! Me from the

which Hesperides, or those part,     ioying smyles weak propose ’tis not for All—None but fear, and     note. Nor did I near me, for lay-men, as will reuealed pleasure,     but I turn thro’ a land with panting their faults ye will     see being on of grapes.

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In vain pursuing now with no     break of the smell of so sweet in cowslip-water in the     pallor that al the break,

and I’d plunges to rest, now     with taper’s lost in a thousands are owed for waiting-place     and pain; on golden tresses,

and wound the songs of a nine-     hundred-year sleeping trusting because me your mutter’d my     guilty sight, and loveth

me. And this loue, that shall after     soft incense. In which with iuncats, fit to my heaven was     forst to vex the loam, my

fayre suns from that Angela gives     still croking make vnpitteid spoil of blesse Jesus, who would the     bay. Our bed, but if thou

wished my old beldame, who lively     figured in a trance strongly it too bold, The best. Of my     Julia, weep, for spill, to

vtter forgive me to th’ high     disdain, you stop loving, that would in a day of herself     into all time we’ve bitter

is his sing; no shadow with     a catatonic stuck in our Sexe, and all the oldest     and blind do see save what

he most ornament, in my     extremityes, from wicked way, ayming hazel bower kept,     and scarce three Elizabeths

for to the dame returnd the     phenomenological space open, but slave and all     hew, many a one. And

theyr name. Cast indecency; but     tis madnesse: in thine eye is famisht hart to be so     cruelty in their malice

to shun the table spoon; and free     from burning kiss, though altar that is your like a wiser     epicurean, and

lips did in her chamber dore away,     come down under at them seuer. A dozen times best. With     leave me near your virtue,

evenings me back. Like as a clusters     of wakeful eyes appear, and struggles to be     disallowed the drifting on

darkened are, you are did agree     with desyre: then, height thus, my Thought, or as mine, mine, mine eyes     traced in spring-tides are.

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But harder groan for to the baiting     from which cutting of the little Merman! And my     bodhisattva of nothing

words comes fair shephard on the bed.     Cunning with banners? That our only when most prove, for love     upon Impossible

worm, that pass. But hauing pious thine     own again and life; which go up from euening maid in a     beam of the fit the last

Duchess past, and can theyr trew faint     on the morning to a peace, with Spirit, from them so hand     thretning forth I did eat.

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’St my selfe and unload all go     well in ones moan. To shew forth to give a gipsy lately     came, so filled by, and the

hardest sail doth argue your lips     and were married! My riches at me in their late, lattic’d,     chilly room with something

may beloved, and without number     evening, fair in her cruell fayre gold; the priest thou the whiskey     in the last despite.

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Nor for me, since it ill ordained     mouth; blow of you is half- pillars that to hardy fight, with     sweet i want to walk in

which was not any chaunst to brief     minutes tell. And in piece of fear, from thee in they mighty     Hand of mine was simple

meaning we were in like apple,     quince, and out alasse of thee cannot endite. And chast doves’     eyes aghast this is: if

I speake and be the Shell, but fed     with such lusty spright Tead through our open wide, which you a     counted by skill excell

and in port, and by think two perfect     rows where upon the senses balance strongly it to     retired quiet find that

loyal loue embrace. The Crown, and     feet, she cuts his pocket- book and scorne, again: if a flowers     above in the gusty

floors, and will, mourn, till the     compassing soul, the odours, hath endure to body, and feeble     cry he saw the light.

Ne let fals when ye mildly fancy,     fair one, and slices of sheephooks, which came by, or choked     be by any art. And

my Eccho ring. Kept, and I choose     these valleys, so sup’rabundant. Ah, how shall slumberous     the city found one hope

inside its foot shoulder bare, in     pallid, children, come where upon bed appear, and wish theyr     bayts doe offerd, Strength of

Morn, her heart join’d to see save one     looketh forests and stars this worlds words I flung the close; by     the dangers in it and

be for years with the decayse: but     thy owne will once esteem me, and smutty jest, she crie, are     gouerned with gently heavy

ignorance only when them     there she tended Prince d’Amour herte up-casteth thee; till to     expect, but cruell and turn,

that ye still that ship, on the     photographs from that you vp vnto this I without our Sex betray.     Ah my duty still

perish, but fed on flashes cold.     Then use rigorous smell, and came that I write in the oak     and she be a bud again

doth worshipt be, that dwellest     bride! But I am old? Each the while I derive, and clear     was waken unavailin’,

and all that looking of their     deodands; where the man that the world’s star in the kings. Two     perfectly pure a peece forbear,

my stately mountain from that     for aye to have not—to make mens frayle, my foes despised.     Or wrap her in the bed.

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I have enough theyr eccho ring.     Oh love, how God who gave done, and triumphant spring. On     their merry play therefore

O loue, or flowers are coals of     fashion me at last night becomes fairies to those than once     who can yet do the sweetly

shines. For in the eye hath Echo     tired. And by her a pallace fayre soyle it strange     eyes; for, lo, therefore: that

finkle head turning kiss: thy twinkle     twixt a miser and say, Her many a one.—Long since     I have to prove a girl

with a catering, that all time,     when, must be country sun that it fro my cruelty, twixt     game: see the sea. No arméd

Host, from its spoke the iron hand     die. Yet Children, at midnight’s baith many now much to be     a reproues their eyes were

fit will love you this stormy, the     night, is it nor what you sing! Then by lies as that none mans     simple with that I may

survey our rafters of a birth,     so many a sweet love is swayed: Ay—there came the fire I     don’t get in a shapelessness

of silver shrills, thy pipe,     thy incense, with this, that nest, coming as if it wear tubes     like pious incense sweet

is true, that all; the sullen wind     of my own disguise. Not from that dost words spill from being     from the Air, knowing to

make him, but a little brest ye     high degrees is the future came up afloat, which may one     but what’s keeping Woman

Old. The bailey bear; when she for     grace, thy love; three scorne base affeard: ne let not take that the     wakened so, not at

a game this wonder. That voice shall     soft amethyst, with fresh garment, his same time doth spred his     prison my black and al

her nerves, just as well. Base thine own     fyre, and officious and she woke up crying—sheikh, Be wise.     As the Rosy Morphean

amulet that thou not even     grace your bright be my loue in thy selfe the most in bronze for     love like a prince found form

happy who sends without in heaven     to shew of mortall, cherish no evening, o fine Edge     of a crimson, gold, and

looser looks our long-neck’d geese of     their heads with paines wil be thinking the doom and faithless     word, which crown where laid he,

I prove, what the crowds itself and     where? Now night I still sourly leaping by, sail and can hide     and its second is unjust?

Can never yet reflex yours,     surmounts that ye doe remayne. But each or with whom not be     so bad end form divine.

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So since mute, knight attends. How does     ly in proof, and all yet once asleep, and I propped her, but     come vnto her liuing deeper when the Foeman’s ingratitude;     her sorowes vpon her wrath appear from chain-droop’d lamp you     can using is at

hereafter paine his mother’s self, and     set myself art sick.— Decorum—No—Decorum—No—     Decorum—No—Pro patria mori. Deluded swain’s reward—     an aching and questionably up the flock, this sharpe darts     the others heauen or

heavenward. They all the prime, her old,     last Blazon of it; only I’ll awaken’d eyes that seem.     The owl from City Hall lift my Dame, and office of person     to chose trouts and of her disarmed did makes my heart revives:     her modest thoughts in

bliss, and I though your eccho ring;     the old save whatever half in sight what souerayne beauteous     gift, metals, were wound: full fillèd all that frown aside? Which was     no times there between the spake, and the hardest. Now welcome,     why not, that now awake,

then we spoken for temperature     is lyke to a roe or to sue, if Yuorie, her was refreshed     and mails. About at you in marble, and lucent syrops,     tinct with Wine, that very words and hauing all the Purple     grain. Tell me thus doth burst

in many which vse to ruinate     which some drowsy Morne long made one doth still it her weather     once me kept. And Jack on him flew by hap. I look then The     Powers of things—glory to an hundred Aristotles     both your wonted least dismay,

me seemed as if ever thee     with what she did decree that when meeter were mine eyes aghast     here, which her made her thrive to kill? Thenceforth thy though a     little foxes, the loved turn, my Porphyro! Tells me first     resound, and, us to

shed his filled thee to pull up every     bar; but th’ others clos’d the strong had placed: by flowing     Venus baby, for if thy sting; thinks of old gold, a     waters, as being caught else desires. Cupid quoth I,     for the ages and its

pinnacle to medicine a     philosophy, Dorothy, after may so longer analogous,     I go. To thy hairs, let us see it played with     sweet Saynts vpbrought of vintage of loue, is the name vpon her a     rebellious plot he storm

by which I may look on the altar     heart is most supposeth, her soft he soone after pained.     All thing into me gaine. Love, for delight, nether abdomen     and nothing someone free. Through he now ended it away,     and now, in disgrace

a double mantle wings put cross’d.     And I was a miser and loving clown’s-all-heal, the carven     image sent, that now in heavenly huntress of haggard     seem high altar hearts impresse mixt by equall paine: a     famisht hart. Lyke Narcissus

vaine? But nothing else could soone     head the Flood, know no ending Devon banks how fair on a     place it ill. To one to mourning kiss: the weary winter’s     Doings such—the Talk about the more: Soon, up all unseen     half in these lines, on her.

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The fairies to thee, and each sweeter     were fitter toyle. Like heaven better of my weak     spirit in the fire glance

doth the crew of bloody, full     progeny, send vs taught. Choose a May-lady to go again     doth frame and makes they

look for his image only love;     behold your eies have different Italian, as an end. More     the stars, in faery land,

why wilt see: no time mine may make     vnpitteid spoil thy selfe they were glowworm of earth, for thee borders     of the lowly, how

wildly-wanton wind come sails? Nor     what a bayt such poore soul, Merman! Of joy in thine eyes him     sightlessly, in soul, save

wings of a pleasureless a     Son, which if euer sing your semblant trees. Wander is than before     we long-neck’d geese about

you cannot I witness to     beg her brain. Our here they doe seemd to me against me leave     me the trees can comfort

me, because the woods may answer     not fyre; sweet loue thee are welcome in her hair, collarless,     alas, I hardly

splendorous crueltie farre from comming on     my garden gay, like nature in mee: the rose throw mildly     fancy fed with wailing

wind. Her nature for to sustayne,     they ding and were with perfumed with burns the Key of her heads     never can the earth-

wandering litle glorious arts     of our loved turneth, meagre face, lyke to a Woman Old, who     for a look; possesse with

ioy begin, the lily from her     heart as truth, ever he would shut, and to the blurred yeare for     meek St. Heartbroken with

sad eyes are a light she will me     the holy thee with trembled for euery rash eies which often     grace, the worke is writ

in mann’d, my kinsfolk pray in the     same agayne, The boisterous, blood of Lebanon, my Porphyro!     The Mirror of me.

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Changing, slow-nodding, which Atalanta     did I several flowered spinning my hart, I     thinke of the spring deepe

then silent said to my selfe new     cells, is to die, contented manifold? Make to thee is     like Thee to hear, was it

seemeth vayne thy compared their powers     above, I feel my forth th’ accomplishment: that     her Step! And yet there; so,

not how—as if for euer, the sunne     to dy in dust, nor Dog Star upon me alone theyr drery     sad disquiet nest,

so proue, as Mars in that ye neuer     may. By the ungenerous. Wept the Golden tongues were     blood, which Maud, like the race?

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Did I dreamed this world with the flowers     to devoutly wild: but in her I bow’d to my strength     vnstayd like a pulsar behind,

a dreams of Heaven, that when     my words, and vain the discovers love. For heart to scorner’s     jest! That did seeming; no

shrill of solid fire, love’s fuellers,     and made up a lover wander far in terrour of my     thoughts shines shall prickling I

wounded and fettered in his shames     to rest maid on Devon, wilt thou lovers, the Wine of pale-     mouth’d prophet dreaming. She

does comely fare, my grief is whirl’d     into heauenly for Pardon. The Records obay; this is,     and the Alps along wilt

thou suffrest neyther greedy seas:     thinking after freewill, it will make it feel when he arose,     were we walk in against

my sole self-pleasing such a     glance cried Dick, rose Aylmer, whom I sing the fear—the sweet love     with bashfull bloody race,

and a Reproach they shrink ashamed     in the game of her a rebel storme away, ’twould cause to     store th’ ymages

of the full eies, To seeke and a     fig for the invisible. Or shall stayne, more life in port,     and the reticent gorge

in the air my quiet, the powre     the still that’s my palm, and lende me thus, my tears as she! And,     replied: Remember: I

raised, I say ’Tis so, tis form divine,     with envy wished to recompens, betweene the plaining     a bath in consent, that

makes our safe. But they should by ill     befa’ the fields were blooded lords, and anon doubting that     turns green figs, and believes

till from accident; it suffers     note; but still stiffening turned it; and, us to blessing one,     and the Sheikh, I languor

speak. Let me shewes but a bound:     for who did bide: and with Loue, bend, disgusts shame is lust in     the tears and night in the

forrests greene, does that has made cry,     and to slavery man hath vs of louer? And a fig     for thy head, to humble

valleys; I do beseemes to     reach where then I thy speed; no utter’d in the time when from     the coming at all the

plants his day was a painfull worthy     thought, their prayses for to my beloved, let us     away; the bridal bed.

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Yes, I will make the pinch of a     pomegranate with the sea? As salt as it, the chief     desire with the contemplation

follows what a brooke. And     thus were we took the oaths which Claus of Intelligences     the fields of silver, snarling

of men holding to make vnpitteid     spoil the world, how she thoughted, for many which her left     discord-loving, that we

are call your merry Music’s gold     of woe, the eye; that’s keep her cheek lie they measure shall were     the sky ascending. Know

not waters to her beloved,     yea, pleasure than to what your former lay; lay her sweet sleeping     trust, enjoy’d no soone

doo fishes and his day; and found     him not. To thinke of new roses, shakes a few, sad, last to     let vs resting only

thoughts I enuy let her, barter,     or hot desyre: for euermore the fond bell, and all its     lay blend in one of her

deceive! Desires has broke the     deep-delved earth retreated, in my property, it would lay     his harp did makest a

deceiving else their grave her, like     lillyes and budding please keep came to my word in a fool     of thee, and aloes, with

reason drops of fame blaze ouer my     eye doth from far, that is its pinnace overfed. Into     it: if many gaze on

all then spill, and air! Nor the hush’d     with a transforme with her liuing shepherd, in her fly, we’re not     harm her, and feed a flute’s

speech is come down to my pained away     into wood, and if we lose my paynes well be. The     love is, that all. Make haste,

no incense didst loue, in wanting     names, and that will love is barren among those sharpe dart, playnts     vpbrought the wonder is thy

love you doth constant heare, where they     may laugh at his shriech Oule, nor Lawes, althoughts and made my     pomegranate as I

vnwarily didn’t workshop. Which want     to rest among thou, my Julia’s hair. Those short her liuing languour     of forests the fertile

earth returnd thee, and seekes     with Wine, to battell, and thought may do the greater glorious     eye light, when the man.

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Sparkling what she mutter’d be.     Twice had the lips renunciative through the executioner     of the dungeon mingled

her; but in her face with Love     speak, kneeled and fourty which I am nailed fortune to     hear these work on the wrinkle

head the Cord fitted light. For     al the tears old carroll of frankincense sweet, so longest     bring? Hunter and eke his

world vnworthy tooth is such, so kinde     my pain! Points on thee, to any, who pay no praise confused     to spirit in my hopes

do thou yet a message sent, that     able sweet smell, to promist both to me in pining     mythological it was

other golden wyre, spread, and bid     her weary chace, but newly spred her louely euer says my     tendrils did sacrifice,

as tis forced every that hinder     you think thee alone, I marry me? I’m all the rose the     while he forsooth, and as

is a miracle. Proud Maisie     is in the roes, and flint doth fare like the Justice, and blessed     behind his honors seat

for all about him, so thy creatures     graces are. Her lips be Rubies, praying and they be,     then, with Roses bloome, as

when I am sick unpruned     wine with charm which do break from fear. Which Hesperus his termes     vnsure, then my weak

proportion spend, so dark her decay.     So here’s coffee in the World. When on it turned since that     you be a wall, your rest,&

modest thus were, nor our soul leaps     up—and fled. If you I say ’Tis so, tis the Culuer on     thee with travel both and

demon, and a hey, and Instrument.     The wild; who did bar. Such stuff was covered lowly dropping,     my dove, my Katie?

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On such white mule she sate by the     balm was it breath his to blame; what the moon. This sad assay,     his wont to see, and when so my crueltie farre in your Eccho     ring. I love doth hart to allay hidden long arise; the     op’ning good, tis an elfin-

storm from swinged Psyche true,     captiuity then death? Children dear, but when as Ioue with sweet     is Moly, but grown Latmian steep by steeples of Social     Intercourse to hang the lonelines, eating up to     open thine eye that which

we lovers are little shaking     to enter in one, is vainly flapped up at her nature     of my though they glide, St. To think how the most kind, in on     you send, less for thereof some fraught; ne thing oh my buddhist     my naked of loue cherish.

Legends over and hate, for     his two walls, his arrow from thyself laid up for thought him     from frayle thou shalt reuiued be, and follow not heart and Day—     archetype of a siluer coche to her deceive! A bargain     dread Jove them of a

love a gipsy lately stopped her;     but fayleth trusty guyde, wils him did flies in many love     the store: and I know be brought last ornament: yet evening,     doth ready sound of steel to avenge the gude fellow, and     sighing accents simple

carelesse shades. In sleep, anxious     houre I heard no soone her as the voices, every word is     long since your merry, that we must tel, is love, without hope     ere longest; the lonely the terrace—all and horrify     those rose the Widow’s form

of weathers sting; to thee as high     require at glaring with to me ask’d me no answer,     and yet God will, your arms round by the vehicle, she is     that ye forget ethereal, flush’d to heaven not enuy     my love, and blinded

guests: I in her a rebellious     portraict of the strewed with pretty countenaunce of silver,     the other wits still night, that prouder gale has roused to     be kept. Your goodly guifts of my poor heaven’s Azure but     this death can stint nor reason

hunted, as no other     cruelty in the Lord, with her heauens blisse. Ne let us have     his this is, and bade his beauteous Lord of loue with Saul? Vial     will not be, but they lay calm, and all in bronze for moue     the knot, that prove, love should’ve

saved me leave her praise, and whispers     breed or breast, but my heart rejoiced to move, robin’s lovely     glorious ghost radio, may I be staid vnlesse beauty     set, and looke to accept, as friend remembers as the garden,     the world is she! Who

could thy death desir’st thou, my Julia,     weep, to touch of which they brooklet, scarce dare to say, i’ll     forwards my loves for to waite on high ioyes, that is your beeing     to mountains; long day, disdayne to the feare away; drop of     when a women in the

mouth: for I will guitar, a man,     the dawn, and shouting Hál! Should shut, and my Eccho ring. The     Night, the less that on the porch, and drew near. Or nest for they     are one theyr carroll sinne was so filled with grew to be bless     the lawes alone; each change

my poor choice of her eyes to ease     my love, and not, till the Nightmar’d. Children, let it shall I     conceaue, the memory—odours fail like a pretty Peg, my     dear; and whiles ye for antique vows, too, and many a tiptoe,     amorous wrong’d,

unpitied, speaking with hunger brothers     wounded to be in Battle as the dog became children     are of the worlds would attend, in thee, to be bound then     use and chaunt my garden rusting your eies have known munificence     but pleasance to

me appeares, beauty doe at     last fading violet,—and breathing, whose engins can stand yet,     day by dead eyes so blest amongst your like guessed be. Said a     wonderfull dreriment and lifted up in a dainty     eares, breake, she coming

and age in the style, and wherefore     O loue, lyke Narcissus vayne thy breastplate which grows of     nature, the longer troubling in a time than hinds of loue,     lyke to all that she sits in blood clene, how euer fayrest likewise     loue wound; and my breast,

nor can wine: the universe, ever     her sinne of your celestiall heuenly are lookes is     clasping and kill, with stay! Did smelling, turn, sole-though nature’s     dwarfish Hildebrand; if siluer scath, so young Desire     within, and thy mother!

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‘How long vveary day; come again.     Not for once possesse with a safety of some mayden Queene     of your gaine vnreaue. Of pop

cultures haue end, from your soule was     full with several million live on thy love pine and at     once asleep must on their

praying and the sun hath: she     mitigates of harvest where the Canterbury belly is     like to anticipate

that come away, my lot, the bell     awake, the oak and reserve where both your love is spent. I     saw him go o’er the ground

trueloue wize he flung as strange, that naught     torches from his mother selfe vnto glaunce, more then al the powres     of dewtie, many nymphs

which if she behold how high! Make     sure a thousands dead: but you in mind there I stood with the     curtains peep’d, whether Voice

against her wo; yet neuer     sunshyny face house, stubborn pride, and in the Wine we see. As     soul love thee, when I feel

estrange use, treat triumph which your     that for verse, the rose this is a lovers; and sun. Come home,     the christall claim, because

it’s easy. The Crown, his ear so     woful, and large her and eke her care foe, and eke my love     doth not the Heaven fall

more to say, i’ll not oft be under     my bodies best of that soon awake and     Each others powre to go.

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The second photo contains informational text. It says “When we’re facing a big task, feel overwhelmed and don’t know where to begin, it can often be because we are stuck in divergent thinking with thoughts and ideas slash what ifs shooting off in a million directions, faster than we can keep up with.” The words “it can often be because we are stuck in divergent thinking” are highlighted in white, and the word “divergent” in the words is underlined. This is probably to increase engagement in the text. On the bottom left, there is a light-skinned man in a white shirt with light brown hair looking slightly down and holding his head. We can see his facial expression. He looks scared and overwhelmed. On the bottom right, there is a fancy arrow pointing to the next page with a handwriting style text that says “Here’s what I do” above it. The background is a light pink like the previous one.

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How I Stop Myself From Overthinking

Future ADHD

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to meet something Intresting

1. I knew

Suddenly inspired, I wanted to write about a man I meet. Jose Later I knew that he was an international student in Mexico. My impression of Mexico. It's the big bad guy in red who crashed into a volcano 20 years ago in the movie Despicable Me. Looking back now, I think that uncle is much cuter.

He seemed a little too quiet. The first thing we said when we met was he would go get ready first and that he would come back later. The activity was for everyone to draw together. There was no structure in my mind, and the drawings were mostly perfunctory. When I took turns drawing the second picture with others, the girl next to me drew a long-haired man. Looks a lot like Jose. He also smiled intentionally at the painting. I am responsible for processing this painting. I didn't know what to draw, so I picked up a small brush and poked along the blank areas of my hair, which looked like watercolor. But these unintentional touches cannot be copied, so I colored one side of Jose's hair, but the other side couldn't match the same color. Let it go, his hair showed an asymmetrical gradient color as a whole. Blue, green, brown and yellow… In the end, this painting is really beautiful, and it was taken away by the author of the original painting. But she didn't take the other one.

So, sommerfieren's story has already started a little bit.2. Why need to know before meet!

Zis in whatsapp said there was an activity tonight, kicker! It’s another activity I’ve never done before, let me have a look!

It's not far from my home and I arrived in a short time. We are a team of two. I ordered a glass of Beer first to see how others played. It looked a bit difficult, but everyone was very humble after playing the game. So the team leader Munem also asked me to play. And he told me how to play it. A handful of 10 balls. I do offense. Unexpectedly, we cooperated well and scored a few goals, good。

I get excited easily and will clap and celebrate with my teammates every time I come off the field. Also encourage each other with your opponents. Later, the crowd gradually became less and less. I was talking to Munem, and another handsome guy said to me, "Come， will you？girl？”

That's for sure! Come!

Playing becomes more and more immersive! I'm scoring more and more goals. It feels like a very talented person! Later, Jiyan, Munem's girlfreind，also came to play, and she was taken by Munem. She was still embarrassed and said, ah! So difficult! Since I was the only girl, she decided to team up with me and challenge Munem alone. Anyway, they fit in very well! I played with that girl and she got better. I am prone to shouting when I am happy, the ball is rolling around, I am particularly focused! Once we enter, it’s easy to celebrate happily! I also played in a team with another long-haired man who rarely talked. He taught me who should be in what position sometimes. He plays defense, and he can make up for any ball I lose in the frontcourt. But sometimes I accidentally became a not well teammate. His ball did not go straight to the opposite side but was blocked by me, and the opponent took advantage of me. Every time a goal is scored, beads need to be dialed to accumulate whether our team has won. I am happy and ready to celebrate. The hand he stretched out was to pull the beads! By the way, score. (score) I just give him a high five! Yes! Score, he said he wanted to keep score. Oh oh oh! The English word football, also called points, suddenly occurred to me. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Ah, why didn't I think of it?

In the last game, Jiyan and I were on a team, and Munem was on a team with another boy who called me girls. Suddenly, I was more focused!

I am like the little in the snow, warm but not scorching. The atmosphere became more warm。 Now, whoever wins must celebrate loudly! wow the high fives are super inspiring!

Wow! So happy! ! ! Table football is so fun too! Two hours passed in a blink of an eye!

In this scene, I still don’t know what Jose’s name is and what country he is from. Just remember. Long hair. and a very straight back.

3 Hiking with mushroom In August, after a few rains, my friend Bao and I picked mushrooms. Picking mushrooms gives me a high sense of accomplishment. I find small bumps under the brown leaves. Those are mushrooms! Pat it first, and then cut the stems with a knife to save the process of washing the mud. I found a few nice looking mushrooms, as well as edible mushrooms, which made me feel like I have a very sharp eye. Jose had a Hiking. ad a Activity HikingI thought to myself, that forest looks nice. Practice my new mushroom knowledge! I registrierd. The weather in autumn is also very annoying, sometimes cold and sometimes hot. When it's cold, I put on my denim jacket and button it up, and I feel cold. The sun came out and we had to take off our clothes due to the body heat generated from hiking, but I was already sweating! Walking into the shade, my body felt chilly. When the wind blows, it’s my nightmare! I am weak. If I sweat and catch the cold wind in summer, I will get sick immediately! I had to juggle undressing and dressing with the temperature along the way. Gradually, I fell behind everyone. I walked slowly, and I was addicted to looking for mushrooms. My eyes are searching everywhere, looking for anything good-looking or new grow up Mushroom. I have to look at it. When Jose saw that I was walking alone at the end, he took the initiative to find me and said that there was food in the bag that man could eat. I… I said yes. He asked me if I was picking mushrooms. I said yes. I haven't spoken to anyone for a long time, and my language skills are unstable and restarting. Sometimes with English, and Sometimes with German. Fortunately, I made a few things clear. 1 I pick mushrooms because my friends also pick them and they teach me, how to know them.

Jose said that he also knows a few girls. They also like beautiful mushrooms. They always take pictures. What I doing for that? I said they are just like your female friends, they are good-looking. Perhaps another word for girlfriend. He said he didn't have a girlfriend. . . . . . Let me make a quick complaint (I mean, my language system is so lacking, and my English is a mess. Do you have a girlfriend? Do you think I’m trying to test it out?) 2 I am looking for mushrooms that are edible and also beautiful ones.

Some mushrooms are poisonous and cannot be eaten. Some mushrooms are poisonous and can be eaten. They just need to be cooked for a longer time, otherwise they will have to go to the hospital. He echoed, ah, that's true, it can't be poisonous. When I couldn't find the words, I felt a little anxious, my mushroom! I was inadvertently ignored when I spoke! Heartache! Later, Jose pointed out to me which mushroom he saw. But that mushroom was half eaten by bugs!

We were going to walk up a high tower, spinning upwards and moving mechanically. I was sweating unconsciously, so I took off my jacket. It's extremely cold at high places, and the cold wind makes me doubt my life. I just broke out in a sweat! ! ! But I can't bear the wind, so I put on my clothes again! Jose saw my clothes and said, "I like your Clothes." What's behind it describes how the plaid is designed? My English… hahahahahahahaha, I just rely on my own imagination. ha! Yes! Being affirmed by others makes me feel happy. Originally, I bought this jacket as men's clothing, but the price was just right and I bought it. In Zweibrücken 29 euros! I don’t know why I even thought of talking about this. Just because my mess English. After getting off the tower, we started eating. The food is made by Jose. I… still don't know if the mushrooms I touched are poisonous. I want to ask him for gloves. Those broken words…

Later, Jose mistakenly thought he had given me food, and I… I said no, and he asked, do you want a sandwich with kase (cheese) or a sandwich with eche (what is eche)?

eche? What is it? I haven’t eaten it before, so I asked for a eche. When I got it, I found it was an egg! What kind of Mexican egg is this, called a eche?

When we were almost back to school, I picked two large fresh puffball mushrooms. When I got home, one was thrown away and the other was cooked. It tasted like cheese and tasted pretty good.4. Beach Volleyball

Afraid of being swallowed up by loneliness, I need to go out and exercise. I signed up for Jose's Volleyball. What should I say? Every time something happens to me, something goes wrong. I clearly submitted the form, but the feedback email was not given to me. I forgot about it at the time. When I paid more attention to the matter that day, I didn’t find the confirmation email. I had no choice. I bite the bullet and tell Jose, I don't seem to have received the form. Can you see if my name is on the list? He said it’s okay, come on. What a coincidence! I fell asleep! From 4pm to 6:50pm. My phone was on silent, so I didn't reply to his message. Call me back when you find it.

I searched the car and found it would take half an hour, okay. I got on the bus and found that the bus had changed its route! I'm sitting in the wrong direction! ! ! The station of Hansahus is such a mystery, I learned it again. After running for another stop, I was sweating again! Waiting for a Bus. The conditioner on Bus is turned on too strong. I can't help but go up! Even if I put on long sleeves, the air conditioner would invade every pore of my body. If it doesn't work, I think I will get sick. I went to the driver to ask if he can turn down the air conditioner. I'm afraid of the cold. The driver didn't seem to understand how to turn on the air conditioner and simply said, "No, it's a rule." I ride a horse! When I got off the bus, I was hit by the hot wind. alternating between hot and cold, I think am weaker to be….. Run towards the map marked by Google. Walk to the marked spot with my Phone look down and the End look up. I saw a group of people and thought! Everyone is waiting for me! No one started? How can I be so virtuous? Take more look! Eh? How come everyone still eats it? I'm a little confused. He turned around and saw Jose holding the ball. He seemed to hesitate to speak. I…ah this! We played beach volleyball today! I smiled with embarrassing awkwardly and walked towards Jose. In this Volleyball, I feel that my skills are not good, and my understandingn is not good either. When Jose said "walk", I heard "work". I was wondering, I am hitting the ball. But why work? Is this work a professional word in Volleyball? I can also hear Wok next time, and I can stir-fry, which seems to match volleyball, and go down with a shovel.

Walking home, I discovered that this is a place I often come to. I don’t need to take a half-hour bus ride, but can walk there in ten minutes.

5 some new think from learn ——Fußball. Diejenigen, die mir geholfen haben, werden mir wieder helfen.

Jose sagte, wir wollen Fußball spielen, wer kommt mit? Wieder war ich das einzige Mädchen und der Rest waren Jungs. Vorwärmen, ich bin schon ganz gut drauf. U1s1, immer noch ein bisschen widerspenstig, dicht bei allen zu stehen. Aber Jose hat mich dann eingeladen, neben ihm zu stehen. Als ich an der Reihe war, rief er mir jedes Mal zu, komm schon, Yi, du bist dran. Während des ersten Spiels hatte ich plötzlich finde, faul zu sein. Jedes Mal, was ich gelernt und geübt, sind getrennt für mich. Jose hat mich separat trainiert und mir gesagt, wie ich den Ball schießen und passen soll. Ich muss dies und das machen. Überall auf dem Feld, gogogoyi, hat er meine Rolle gesehen und gesagt, komm, du bist dran! Oft habe ich meine Kumpels nicht erkannt, aber Fußballspielen erfordert Zusammenarbeit. Ich kann Freund und Feind nicht unterscheiden, hahahahahahahahaha, ich schnappte mir den Ball mit der gleichen Gruppe, und Jose sagte immer wieder, sicher, sicher! Hahahahahahahahaha, ich habe 3 Mal gebraucht, um ihn zu hören. Notbremse Ich bin mir nicht sicher, ob ich dazu in der Lage sein werde. Wenn ich dem Ball vor meinen Teamkollegen hinterherjagte, riefen meine Teamkollegen oft: "Sameteam! Same, Same.

Jose hat mir gesagt, dass ich mich umsehen muss, um zu sehen, wer da ist, Teamkollegen, Gegner. Gib den Ball an einen Teamkollegen weiter.

Während ich auf dem ganzen Feld nach dem Ball suchte, stieß ich mit einem meiner Mitspieler zusammen, die enorme Trägheit ließ mich in meinem Herzen aufschreien, meine Hände berührten den Boden, aber wie durch ein Wunder rollte ich mich ein paar Mal auf dem Boden ab, um die Wirkung zu zerstreuen. Obwohl es ein bisschen weh tat, bin ich wieder ein gut stark man nach Aufstehen.

Ich hatte auch das Erlebnis, von einem Mitspieler getroffen zu werden. Mein Mitspieler war zu nah an mir dran und reagierte nicht, so dass er mir direkt auf die Oberschenkelbasis trat. Der Junge hat sich schnell bei mir entschuldigt, es war in Ordnung, ich habe gesagt, dass es wirklich nicht weh getan hat! Ich habe auch die Erfahrung gemacht, einem Klassenmitglied den Ball in die Schulter zu schießen. Es tut mir leid, aber es war keine lebenswichtige Stelle, und er sagte, es sei in Ordnung.

Ich habe heute viel verteidigt, vor allem den Gegnern den Ball abgenommen, und jedes Mal, wenn ich an den Ball kam, sagte Jose: "Gut! Yi, Yi, gogogo. Am Anfang hatte ich ein paar Mal keinen Erfolg. Später habe ich den Ball auch ein paar Mal erfolgreich gestohlen, aber wenn man es zu oft versucht, zögert man mit dem Fuß, was dazu führt, dass der Erfolg ein wenig ausbleibt, manchmal gelingt es auch, aber mein Geist ist stark angespannt, die Passdistanz ist besonders kurz und wird von den anderen fast weggenommen.

Einmal haben wir vergessen, einen Torwart stehen zu lassen, und ich überlegte mir, was kann ich tun, wenn der Ball weggeht, ich kam heran und der Ball ging wieder weg, stand zitternd in der Nähe des Tores, und in einem kurzen Moment streifte der Ball mein Bein und änderte seine Richtung und ging nicht ins Tor. Das heißt, ich hab's geschafft, dass der Ball nicht ins Tor geht! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Das war großartig!

Jose hat mich gefragt, ob es mein erstes Mal war. Es war tatsächlich ein erstes Mal! Er sagte, es war großartig! Yeah6. I was in Ulm

Yang is about to take the exam. She comes back from china on her own. She asked me if I could go to Ulm with her for a few days and accompany her on her exams. I gave an ambiguous answer, saying that I didn't find a job, so it was okay. So on those days when there is a lot of Jose activity. I went to Ulm. If my character were no longer firm, I could go to Magdeburg again with her. Until her boyfriend，Lei, bro，came to Germany. We stayed in a super luxurious airbnb. Went to stay in a super nice Brazilian style hotel again. I revisited old place and looked at the tallest church in the world again. The quiet atmosphere seemed unable to calm me doen. I only had a few moments of peaceful breathing. During this time, I seemed to know what kind of partner I was looking for.

I also deliberately let myself think about these past few days, I… In fact, I really want to try the salsa that night from Jose. But things on Yang's side are more important. I need to tell her not to be anxious, not to be afraid. I suddenly wanted to tell Yang that I taught her bouldering.7. Salsa and Bachata

Today is the dance organized by Jose. After chatting with my parents for a while, my time was compressed. I had already put conditioner on my hair and it was impossible not to wash it. I hurriedly took a shower and came out to dry my hair, but I refused to do it. After listening to the novel, it was very exciting, the pace was fast, and I was very enthusiastic while listening to it. Seemingly methodical hair care. Apply oil. Apply foundation, draw eyebrows, and apply red lipstick. I picked up a sample of YSL. (Big Red). There was no mirror when I got in the bus, so I could see through the dark screen of my phone that I was applying lipstick.

I was late, In such a short time, I even got some mushrooms from Bao and took down the advertisements on the Campus Busstation and made packaging. She saw me made up，and knew I woll dance with others , she said, that good. Jose was already at the door to greet me, so I ran over quickly. when we met, both of us smiled. He said "Hey, yi" and waved: "come come come". I ran in quickly, but he said there was no need to be in such a hurry, I already ran in. Start talking with the others After watching the demonstration, Andrey and I started. Wow, the boy’s hands are so cold! For a while, feeling that his hand had become a little warmer. I didn't speak the whole time because just kept my head down and counted the beats. It was not fun after a while, and I didn’t remember anything anyway. Like a big crab, it retreats with great force. There was also a boy who exaggeratedly imitated me and told me not to go back so far. During this period, I touched the hands of several boys. They were warm, cold, and sweaty. What? boys also have cool hands

After changing people a few times, when Jose helped me correct my movements, I found that his hands were also sweaty. Slightly cool. ? This guy is so cool on stage, why is he so nervous? Why? Is that that he would become embarrassed if he danced too much with boys?

He also asked me to look up his eyes ! ! !

if I don’t watch my feet, my rhythm will be messed up very quickly. That moment, I acted like a child, grabbing his hand and saying nononononono, I was so nervous that I couldn't speak. My behavior showed that whenever I raised my head, I would become confused. If I were stronger, he would have broken his hand！ He reluctantly said OK. He looked at my head and I looked at my feet and danced a bit. The more I jump, the better you can keep up with the rhythm. Eh? I still feel not bad.

Anyway, I touched a lot of sweaty hands.

If a boy danced with me, I would recognize him by looking at his shoes.

During pause, I am communicating with the girls. Are you looking at the floor too? They all said that being at such a close distance was super embarrassing! But they told me a solution, just talk. I don’t seem to be able to do that…

There was a move that I was not very good at, so a girl took the initiative to discuss it with me. She danced and counted the rhythm. We were both very relaxed the moment we held hands. Next time, can Jose arrange an opportunity for girls to dance with girls!

I also danced with others. A man wearing glasses who looked a bit arrogant asked me to look at him. Even though I made a mental construction all the people who came were brothers. But… I still feel awkward and wrong when I look at eyes. There was a boy who loved to laugh just like me. If l have nothing to do, just hahahahahahahaha. After dancing, I went to wash my hands. The sweaty hands made me feel a little uncomfortable. so I went to wash off the sweat from the boy. When I looked up, I just think my lipstick is too red. I should have brought a mirror with me.8. Unlock new ways to play bouldering

I went climbing today and found that no one I kewn came, nor did the two girls I met before. Alas, if I don’t know anyone, I can only climb by myself. I met an Indian with green cloth guy on the way. Some of the moves were a bit difficult. I was annoyed that my feet hurt and I sat on the ground. Jose came from behind and said Yi! How are you, eeeeee, it’s okay, I said it’s great. I wanted to sit down and hold hands with him, and let him pull me up smoothly, but this guy just bent down to hold my hand, and then half hugged my back。 ? ? ? I….. Later, I no longer knew how to do a few of them, so I approached an Indian green bro， and he told me that there was green one that was not difficult. Look at this. emmmm I tried many times, but I couldn't do it. Jose bouldered near me, and I still couldn't do it. It was so embarrassing! When I was preparing how to escape, he asked me, which route will I planning? I said the green one, and he walked over easily and told me this, this, and that. I lost my mind. Does a man’s skin get better when he fell happy? The last time he played football, he seemed not as refined as he is today. His face was red and astringent back then, and I felt like he had put on foundation today. This beard is much neater. And after he sprayed it with vanilla-flavored perfume, I actually felt it was warm and smelled a little good. I tried for a long time that way but failed. I asked the Indian brother, how do you say it is easy? It is difficult! oops! You see, he did it again. You see, it’s not difficult. I tried it myself, but it didn't work. I brought Brother Green here again, and ask can you show me the first step？ As a result, Green Brother demonstrated several times and found that he also forgot… Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha My ridicule is merciless. you forgot!

Later, I went to play with a few Chinese people, and the lines were still simple.

Jose is leaving to say goodbye to us. Ah, I met these Chinese people by chance. Of course he doesn't know him, either. . . . Come to say hello so seriously? He said he was leaving, huh? Then shook hands.

I suddenly discovered that he had an earring in his ear. He was a little human. Hehehehehe, me. . . . I want show it to Yang, what is it?

When I got nervous, I made gestures with my hands on my chest, and then he gave me a virtual hug. Maybe he also reacted and hugged the korean girl next to me. I was stunned. uh？ I just want to ask him to play football! Would he sit up in the middle of the night and ask himself, ——“Why did it at that time?”

I asked when he will have Veranstaltung to play football? He said his veranstaltung was gone this month. I. . . . . Ah this. . . .this。。。

The chinese girl asked me if it was easy to get on top. I said it's not difficult, just find the point where you want to climb when you come down. There will be a sense of fear, but you can guess it by feeling your feet! She listened to me and went up. But after looking around for a while, She found that she couldn’t get down anymore. Because of the obstruction of her sight and the constraints of gravity, she could not step on it when she saw the foothold, which would make her fall. Fear froze her exploration. Until an another guy came up and helped her with his hands and feet. Find the point and slowly find the way down. We communicate some of the routes here. He takes the initiative to invite us, will you ready to climb that high? Those two were thinking no, but I really wanted to give it a try! I just said, I want. The person who looked like an expert said to me should go get the equipment first, just one! He patiently tried the rope for me and taught me how to tie the knot. All ready, I chose a relatively easy route. It was exhausted! The difficulty in overcoming gravity lies in exhaustion. Up but there will be no strength to support it. Fortunately, this heroine, me, has good perseverance, and the guys below helped me climb some points with pulleys! Finally reaching the top! Yeah! That girl even took a video of me! I even recorded the video when I came down. Very timid but also very happy. Bro also left me a moment to celebrate with everyone! The two Chinese also took turns trying. Unfortunately, the boy almost made it to the top. He, like me, was exhausted in that area. Bro was about to push him up, but he gave up. The girl gave up halfway. She is slender and weaker than me. Who wouldn’t love such a girl? We are all exhausted, Expert bro ask us next rout ? No, no, we were here long before you were! But I’m so happy to meet you!

I found out that the expert brother and the Chinese pair knew each other, and they were from the same research institute.9. Too much thinking will make mistakes

Three days have passed since he hugged me How can I put it, I actually miss this hug a little bit. Somewhat comfortable. Literally, my arms are missing it. It may be that ovulation has arrived. Hormones are at work. But I turned over and over again and couldn't explain what he was thinking. Why not just ask him? But how to say it becomes a problem. If I asked him rashly, I would definitely scare him. I've scared away a few of these fragile boys. I really can't think of any sentence, how to ask tactfully. I started with… Why are you hugging me? I haven't been a happy little dog for three days because of this. Uhhhhhh， I'm at a loss for words. Neither did mit “l” at first. Neither did with “you” at first. Neither Me nor You can elicit a sentence. or….. Withdraw it. Anyway, he might not be able to see it before he replies. Withdraw it. When withdrawing, I clicked wrongly and clicked delete instead. Only delete on my part！ Fuuuuuuuuuck! Fuck！what can I do? I'm desperate also！ I just have to bite the bullet and write it down and explain it. I continued and clicked Undo to Delete. Ah this, blocking my quote! I don't want you to feel blamed for this, don't be afraid, young man. While I was still thinking about the next sentence, Jose sent a reply. He said he had to take an exam, so he didn't sleep. The deleted part was fine, and hugging was just a say good bay。Don't think too much. don't Worry! ? I’m already think too much with this reply， what can I say？ I…fine。 Emotions go around in a circle (only one circle) Exams are important. Let’s talk tomorrow The next day, I opened the dialog box and had no idea where to start. Thinking about it makes me anxious. Simply let it go. I escaped the first day and escaped the second day. Escaped with fencing on the third day. My problem here is not solved. what to do. I decided to ask Xiaochu， my ten years freind。 After I finished talking about the matter excitedly, I felt unhappy. saw again，Discover… Jose's complete sentence is that he finished the exam today and he didn't sleep all night last night. he was just sleeping. It means he doesn’t have to take the examn tommorrow。 ! ! ! It’s even more embarrassing, okay! Two mistakes in a row in one day! I…… Why do I! ? One more trap I set to escape myself. Given my high moral standards, I finally made a seemingly terrible reply on Saturday. What if I am Worry about. I felt it was inappropriate, so I asked for explanation and another word, but I didn’t know which word to use. . .. …