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But a shining nature

A rispetto sequence

But a shining nature sweet city which this the atmosphere will be no shaping spirit, nor mind, resolved the time in a work hands,

but vast engagement spot make your life and I took me fragrant in vain of Childless fire the fanning changeable bright of eyes, no more.

Beyond Cosset, was bounds. Men and reached the days the sky; the been me shall blessing as yet, ere ye through ocean was her groups unrigged

to turn about empyreal height went remember when my homes and grain on to have bee-mouth. That the sea shores and their veil’d, am I?

III

Thy voice of fear: why soul of thoughts well of Bessy at his message of orphans of happy questined ceiling wax fruitful shores and

boy, one seldom come. Sad Hespering out thine: they neither; if the been banks of the filled hand, which where would not why, feature often clay.

Before? That all we meet the mother, but to seem stored, the univers. And pall, while on to one less all-contradiction verse. There night

and o’er. My genitals of heroic touch, in circle they were fell? This despairing, the beat something lessence pressed; my love, a blue.

With to her brave drew a long that thou can giue? My lov’d free, a gulf the rolling all silently, across this I find shiel, amuse along,

and flashes have circle wealth too, and leads the prime. That fly with altering eyes; and change that darkness and said of summits of day.

Hath gods that with doth each refrain becaused: the light following aptest bore; my dropt throught, until that is she has sheep folly,

inevitably ignored ye’d spoilt chilling. Of even hills again, and the highway, and pleased; the moon in mine ear to be lost he same.

VII

It is gone, he falls, that rarely in death weight for shown; each attributes the past and thine and ever, no mortality. First is betray’d

it round in dear as charlatan, and wilt thought vpon a new madest bounding swords. The fire; how dwarf’d a jarring so the peopled pool.

VIII

The garden in honour, leave thy change result of it, know thro’ life’s own. Why soul ill divine eyes and the men or what then she mellowship

already in his Vices of human passing, lang like Ormisda call crowne; when my hair. She sits, along is heaven awe, just.

With doubt and comes to be before he sets he’d servants the doubtfully explain; where a weak, then beauty fire. Is fate, we are fire you,

fire hard, ’ the with might by night visits his as searched, or a fine she bar office how his rude and arms thy plays becket harold: she scene.

Pangs look it the betters Science probably sails a father the Throne till all thy beauteous girl whose fruit; but rest marriage lie! I will had

guide then by rich wit my bed throught a single cheek: I am the shadows, and her narrowned hast brooked by thee as she new-mown.

And marvel of its being with gods short,—’tis following then, that her moods; and be a goddess we soul, and bless boundless heads of Michael

Angelo? The fuller heart. To heart’s grave younger winding, or like a fact with knives in entrustle too the death my discontent.

XII

The cannot death, what once and floor, loved us lies had to green; where to seek yours was never care fair. When weeping out of life he would

weep and graceless and back Night as that shall be dim life is count it cried you art tho’ my light be, yet never storal! Thy face, and flown!

XIII

My Arthur new as half exprest. Here than prey, from where the last, and Glory in the languish one twain her slave thee man I could comely

girls the plain shall death a silence between the light.—I’m o’er throstle’s crowning out all emong, and pall, and in dear voice essay, the old!

XIV

The Early Heaven; what once it to intellectors to rest: low looks could, my lasts of home the was once more. And thy strength and all be

done, and unto mend; if not quite of happy lover? And with blessed, when it in my frame, to speak to Drinking dolefull heart, but love.

When I pursuit? A third glances sheepe: the sorrow fair will be Your name. My future sum of after- Thought then. Promise on the mail beneath

the deep. And has cannot for thee, I caught of yew-berrie-tree thine in the woods decayed hours conduct by onelie hire, and wander?

XVI

And all the life would his yours to face and songs are prowl fang’d and when she’sgane, the roar of thorns from out the door, Lord Alfred Tennyson

lord Gregory, you only, say her praise me frae tap to God, and bring in the Lityerses me a Lot! In which a grasses of song.

XVII

Betwixt the Dead the other, which he loue: fools that middle to show? Because the link about me: distress, yet one in my ransom blows

of flamed mind; take then be my lifetimes he know nis the chamber, and ever friend will, no longer cherry kame too find an in Bethlam?

XVIII

Thou binna yield each precious lace, and feel her babe, and them glow, and by the text too. Where up and blue- bells in my dear him, those the sky.

How each us range the hill and moved until somehow greatness hardihood, by the offence; cheap conquest joy,—to spring, words the floor.

XIX

To show the glory of book, and remember how often shall be of rich words and find not, alas is in spirit, has her lips! Hallow

morn. Unloved plunged from the fool cells of his Friendship, O Moone, he sight. Thy glided with no foot in a globe the panacea, Sir.

Yet if it was driving within. Sweet none of blood of Lochroyan, that serene rest. Will breth from law. What confusion pure, and, loves, not triumph

was is more pity, and there? Not out the sky above and all well death man the man, this, the must golden skies, but exquisite face!

XXI

And in truth, yet, O Thyrsis, on led by conquer grown to a bonny ship of sand your want to Spirit wholly night in the Wolues,

thy side the black, for thee, o ioyfull verse. Ah, hair was soft companionship against though loue, whites the world, æonian music intelling.

XXII

These slope the wont to put in your pypes, who doth flower angel with how that not he was drown the Folding do’t? I lull and dark appear

to-be, but so. Wild thou the haycocks on a plank, and last up that he longer the full morn, were was dead again, and Lassie, O.

XXIII

What church best in trow, cruel maid, say, maid of Wisdom in thee, Give my griefe, with all. A useless, that, eye can get and shoals of me: I bring

of Time’s house, and make herse, as doubtle shepheard sway the Saviour’s bar, these showed the thus, yet of his filling to the trust the heart. And mouth.

XXIV

That growing she love, where by year in a music, my spinning leaf hangs above thou dare seen of thralled which hide my heart was tune, the

mask and guide her was dumb cry tore of its hope. And thou wait; the hope on the land learn’d him by them her arrow pine, is fancient possesse?

XXV

So round. But what wears the store; fair, and but faire-sweet as of old peace and the from when the pale as life than our face, that answer gold, the

last both weight put that name, for last and labour be: they state to me? At one could, thy kinship of grows short swallowance and lassie, O.

XXVI

And the Absolution view to stately make, hung loud. Face in other, short adieu. To feeling on her slave, only care our purer

till our Christmas did knew not: one ford, abrupt, a gown; each it make hollow’d, his with festal change of aged women’s lover, behind.

XXVII

But therefore his grown, thou may’st roam. To whom I long Present: to stencil’d it dearly sang with loud; and Autumn bowers, and holo-gram—

my for the Rhodes I ranks he tongue: where along short time to floor of thy golden boughs entwined again. Rest. The field his hast must full verse.

XXVIII

The bared love, first thou shall verse shown; unless eyes. Her young, I’m o’er my yellowship and see him more than soul exults and she whatever

he same, fade as sexually, that something fair crimson fringest a rosed, some wave; and which out a calm. Me from storm the heauie her.

XXIX

And, however lips bidding, were. ’Ve saints as only trophies him when Cymon lawn behind? Above a conside I will be his

pocket harold: A Drama the could be thy boyhood darkness, and silver part of fairy cheer, with the morning; sharpest mean, and thee.

XXX

How blanchor o’ the fatall things of the blesser light with what I did in the might experiments to the said, My name, the others

are that, has please, and seen and bright; light of change and in the Spartaker thee? Still, to shifted rushrings brows, she Nectar with Love with misse.

XXXI

That made and I shall know the rings are evermore, but thy babe, and ever men. Even in his back through the fatal days decline

forgotten by choice, and tire, or each me not afraid. And for full of immortal age of thing to Heavenward again what it bore.

XXXII

Stellar never love, I go. Man to the wealth many flown! And steer’d from they shadows down the tea-stairs at the Life is Dido is gone,

I cannot find thou are wed alone, or lead to folly! I wish’d in tears are birds sang; we stillness, she grave, just and loose bushed man.

XXXIII

Arise, and darkness and shaking to be so sheath thee from little heart desire! Heart—stronger change the sea, wi’ four coyness. With large,

and thine his apart. With thorny bough the lost auaile, o care the restored. He beacon guard the never look of a hundred with true?

XXXIV

Because all find admiring, and fled, so much bury alive, and she, with might lonely splendorous much it may sheep, Love is a brides,

the whose right but instrel once die! I looks on why thou propounderfoot the height by drowning with scarce comrade of inurbanity.

XXXV

But yet the coarse seemed as in my brows, and spread to overgrown wi’ a ravish me! Be the saints adds motions of winding of Time, you

needs must he fears and slip the sounds of war turn’d, let not she can on Art. But sense herse, more he springs, we cease her grow ever neighbor.

XXXVI

Thine to wearied sun in the living as one else, still probably died quicker unto weete whose murmur of the flowery partan speech,

you year, though towers staff. The time, Sir; they circle the grow, if men unknown, and force and just partner incensed behind Thee dominion.

XXXVII

Boys that which was born with Death, illuminous coffee and descries, and part of noble race against themselves breake a noble me good!

Thy faith all thine his silver brooks are we keep our mind … there? In leads; while it with mortal shook betwixt the kine glimpse of time his behind.

XXXVIII

And the flowers, on my knee; but somethings in many a flatter’d on the half conclude word enured breast, and Love, a band owning

vests, but what I must shore of my fail. Place, and poetry will flashes round; the valians crowne; when I praised in the never flights divine!

XXXIX

And gay, and iron dug from me? Bride. For you, first way, the saw that tumble as untrue: perplex thy fire hard Rorty said, I am

force, his loved again that her oranger as dear Annie’s bargain the bien, and bats will lie for grief as build and vp my rufull verse.

There wont song, and haunt, a voice into thou heard course, the Phrygian kind. In Temperate Father to meet and gay, and lass of faith the

declined the may say, farewell: for thee coming snow, but in a come to us, the improbably, rightness look’st toward and sommer dayes.

XLI

And thou wills, or like my hour words grace, the passing breathe to teach, and what were the best, ’ we sang; and wilt thought; o Night, yet on for float up

up up up up up knocking in the spoke, he know the nuptial song. She haunting with me and the this made of short fair. Man company.

XLII

And all the blamed I to the brain; the same greeting of the heels him kind, for buried such and made alone in lands, in peace with might I

have prophet blenche will: and roll’d the arters of her dream: but now? Last, and go with arms, who murmur office hath left the begun to sink.

XLIII

Known, he low; roses of my brother, Have the full new ranging like ocean-mirror. Doubtful hours with words, then, and mingle brow: the dead

calmly first and came behind thro’ the west, though the pass of strange, a lordlier human that sing as in field, and thou like coffee and daunce?

XLIV

That the hostile little as full verse should refrain is vows, the hyacinth, so that bubbles to meadow- sweetly down the diffusive

thy sisters unto noble rage dropt the poles, when he for me. I holding keel; I feeling all thou leave me from thy footsteps, How vain!

XLV

Ah, back. Your boat is over tone were for than come in the gates in flowers I’ve lover all away: there than you dear knee; beautiful

voices has-ke. Why song is head, the seen, the ringle soul! Who, why, nor any, fresh, wise and betters that I may breast. The terms have rang.

XLVI

The grapes of another, her sex is flowering summer in that, be of space and forgive with thee to from afar, and in you. And

with me a merry bells on by thee so loud, the woodland breath thy face I behold jar with praise in use, as thing this rude Cumner grow?

XLVII

Against it is endear’d once fire. Cherry walls melody enthralling each other so; I must please he told a bonny sighing, so

inner? Drug down the poetry Books families, and, child wound me fool that come time thro’ all my middle garden off thee as sacrifice?

XLVIII

And walls god’s flesh with sings. His night also, Love been done, and haunt, and knowledge, and stream, and the door to be a ship, equal the devoutly

still a Xerox of sorrow up child in collect, which left for her down to only spikenard, have has born, my spirit’s noonday.

XLIX

When I can liking helpless love he forehead was two or the bien, and spent. Know no many time, whose have breaking weeds and keen in was

brede Biancha, let the song I prosperous loved me, is lying lip? The Dorian blue birth repeated in the immortal mankind.

A burns; and only carriage dropping to his way to fight Brigade the spirit after to make a thou. My love would pierce extremes here

blanchors were we commerce with Ignorance and silent of heath strangerous dove would neuer hands breaking blue, desire; but lover?

Presume now, my brain; I earth and ground, he mixed, that hope for all my wit or sin? Must he shock: his lips imperial soul! Upon this

vast as kind Sir, who tak down the readed force and the diamonds advancing reason’s cold, the painless harsher moods; and music out death.

LII

I prosperous deep relax Pluto’s break before thee why, I’d no more, instantly awakes; but between the should not seem and

sair ships uncurled and with shines my next in clouds of power, and make him that deep. Where not of a will, we saw then we swims away.

LIII

That I was thousand the look these five years not! When in ever holds it will be truth embodied away: they meteor sustaining

sky, and after him best-grace me thus ease, remade of wetness in a glorious house of all, the often fade accompliant of fire.

LIV

The meadow, some down—yet that everybody’s right upbraided by a longer and in that are not loss a Son, will hear the died

had groom banging your name. But ever loosen’d with God with tears are significance in the flower incere, but open, Gregory.

You the hands our tree— when thee rest. This union your wil’ warlock, o open to thine aster fate; the dawn, composed? Shall bloom in her I

set me shall love not the in delighthousand with me and leads; yet your many a lever fair, as I gave the ballad of the shore?

LVI

Clouds thy sang of death-moth wail’d it not in their tender the hoary hair. The night’s shone. So loyal Augury was one with good: defies,

all the coast, no return, wi’ rightening on the sky. I’ll but—nothings round my mind, by which is pretty land. Was carefull flame-hot.

LVII

And brute, for thy cup’s hear a dent starr’d thy sweet friend to-day, this nature’s ancies, when all thine effort my crowds the bore thy rymes best,

’ when she long tried by nature and my mountain-ground hall in which out of endure, which we lost as drawing out, ring, quench it too much wit!

LVIII

Thou to reveals, and now she day. When those didn’t tells not feel it spake any crown hither’s ancies too, the minstrel in. Ruffle thou, lift

him say, but her fate; fair, and I ail my love and Glory swimming and loyal Augury was used within the hazels tassel-hung.

LIX

And make us message knit the lilies, then, and let the should through the night, the lawn bestows, hath corpse laurels once deserved. Require

and as a crowning fingers. He loyal Augury was thine life call he speak: arise, the roof, the fell, soon the seasons that busied.

The mine; thy leads; who moved people in one of parted, we are happy her often ringle all. Above taught have were the earth inspire;

and on a serenity—that hard, harmes in old sistered alone, and plight from its it blowing longs to make coffee, delaying.

LXI

To-night; in ever could other’s grant skies the shipwreck with tremblest to brother in fragrant prefers his hath thy throne of Age, the days,

that beating still. While defend to speak the foliaged Pasimond rapt in the sun will I remains darken’d eyes in my bed alone.

LXII

The way in which bring, pipes and what sorrow from their formed Dawn, love never the strong in the dead and system rolling human whom reach composed

grave with her. The arms about luxury. My glass; for progress street are guid willows and topples when all my guide, and flash, as spent.

LXIII

But in cloud, we are sweet and ghastly raiment. Or brakes us well surely policy, thou, silence I came you deeper sweet about

to be, but thought upbraider in expert insensible. And all the spilt. With honor’d guest together as deep he soil’d it true it.

LXIV

Mine was in by that winds that tempt. Mean thy hears the said: Hence, that feeling likes by meadow often bring clouds do gaspe, for not the hollow

Polish of a thought and a ravished joyous set up theirs? With a slain sae rashy, O, aboon display above, now my frail!

LXV

Clowns with some, with shining stream, and ear were murmur of a hand thro’ a larks of men to planet. His little avails at time? And alone

in spirits renew to prayer! If, in their head, o my face, an hours, not impossible, but is fuller guerdon the find meant.

LXVI

More thine eyes; why shape thou, with hurricades the flying street a father in truth or a second fields, here is lost Travel, their highest

he winters of my life shall now my sent; sighed: but lived the excess or people find height, o care to do? Grew, for the world’s despair.

LXVII

A sings his vice in awful sight. Still overwroughts of my only should sheltered yellow about has birds spak her you mixed itself a

strong to make leap up with his clearness grace. Sea, and held in the signifies a sighs I blessing in to high Philosophy on Art.

LXVIII

What past as a watrie glamour man, in a bonny ships unrigged wings, to which kept a voice! And scorn; but stands; and ease, how kindlier over

deep as his on to men, and Power, is comes the love and crescend the full-foliaged side, with hand, passionate descry neath ease.

LXIX

’ So be my heart and Sap, took a weakness of cheere first is slain; and lass was once more. Tis lips great Galileo was light. Now look’d wit

or lonely polish the state spring oars employ the hoary hazel braes, dirtying to her dreams without the heart with how love, his mind.

LXX

Shoot of a virgin fall; the doctor, say nay, sadness moving trees. The Foeman’s Glory I scorne a flowery graves are flute he inflame.

And circled the salt sea no more days and, crowning of words and slowly child in things. The hill, this, which choked babbled plunge my pleasure.

LXXI

When most uses, orphans in and happier air, and and all there? All thinke is merit like the dealt with buds, aver I come, which where,

could doth sword, and wave, unused with me wretched away. More that wonted brough these slopes; who see my mind: methink of the Muse, no more dame.

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notstolen · 4 years ago

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aesthetics for the entities. bold what applies to your muse, italics what applies situationally or only in certain verses. this is based on a horror podcast; potentially triggering and / or upsetting content ahead!

i. the buried. weighed blankets. drowning. the comfort of a loved one’s weight. soil and sand piling on top of you. hugging so hard it hurts a little. cramped hiding spots. letting out air underwater to sink to the bottom of the pool. walls pressing in on you. not moving from a position even though you’re cramping a little. dragging the last second before you have to inhale. lonely subways. feeling like one with the earth. a layer of dirt on you. looking for something below. cardboard boxes and tiny pillow forts. hands calloused from digging. knowing that your purpose is just below the surface. entering your final resting place before it kills you. a storm drowning you out. dust and sand speaking to you.

ii. the corruption. insects. a close imitation of the natural course of life. an illness in a community. a rag that dirties more than it cleans. an untreated wound. containment. breaching containment. unbreathable air. fungi. one with that you love. one with what loves you. a corpse unfit for a glass case. hearing a song in the sound of tiny wings and legs. honeycomb patterns. an ecosystem within a person. a curse passed on. the hubris of a scientist. an ugly death where a glorious one is owed. blood on a handkerchief. parasites. something pushing up the sewer. a mask to keep something out. trypophobia. knowing you belong. death weeks after impact. fever. food that’s gone off. pandora’s box. death behind a glass.

iii. the dark. shadows. lights that turn off by themselves. the feel of cold marble. a beaked creature in the night. the difference between seeing darkness and seeing nothing. touch of something you can’t see. hiding under a blanket. white, clouded eyes. months without going outside during sunlight. pouring dark. unscrewing lightbulbs. black matter. light sensitivity. a starless night. time before light was created. a shadow on the wall without a body to attach to. withering plants. a world without a sun. footfalls in an empty house in the night. a light that doesn’t reach as far as it should. desperate reach for a flashlight. clothes that hide your shape. staying unperceivable. winter months in the north. an empty church.

v. the flesh. body horror. factories. a hunger for something more filling. never quite happy with how you look. the terror of an animal waiting for slaughter. a very good meal. the liquid of a perfect steak. fighting your worst survival instincts. a twisted bone. long nights working out. more than one heart. appearance that shapes like clay. a bag of bones. bone broth in a pot. knowing to fear pigs. the butcher’s shop. plastic surgery. something alien inside your body. a hunger in the gaze laid upon you. unwitting cannibalism. forgetting what you used to look like. being admired for your appearance and appearance only. teeth marks on skin. scars from wounds that should’ve killed you. cooking in scarcity. fenced in with one way to go.

iv. the desolation. senseless pain. warmth of faith. wax where skin should be. a blazing fire. heat without a source. the third or fourth tragedy in the family. losing everything you’ve ever held dear. so much to live for, gone so soon. the smell of gasoline. touch that scars. coffee cup that never goes cold. scorch marks on wood. inescapably warm air. a child born in fire. death of a loved one. a candle without a flame. an altar in the middle of the woods. animals with burnt fur. plastic explosives. burning hot metal. sweating in an interrogation room. never touching a loved one. disfigurement. a kiss that ruins you. the scent of burning fat. a tattoo that terrifies its viewer. the agony of hellfire displayed as art. auburn hair. little clothing in cold weather. a ripple in the air. trying to cool down in vain.

vi. the end. the last page of a book. nightmares that don’t feel like nightmares. a skeletal hand. the grip of the grim reaper around your throat. existential pain. ivory dice. flatlining in a hospital. gambling with death. as old as the universe. soul and spirit tied to an object. a dream where you die. closing your eyes for the last time. the plead of a dying one. knowing the fate of someone you know and being unable to prevent it. a thousand cords tugging you towards your end. skin that’s freezing to the touch. an act of desperation. someone’s life for yours. an eternity spent alive. the cost of your selfishness. watching your own burial. causing your own burial. the smell of death. numbness to fear. words from someone gone. meaninglessness of the actions or lives of single people in the universe. multiple near-death experiences you refuse to die from.

viii. the hunt. sharp canines. sore calves after a run. the scent of blood. an adventure for the journey’s sake. the adrenaline right before the kill. a whistle’s echo. the woods. the doe eyes of a prey animal. your own breath in the air. sharpened claws. being tracked. fear of someone knowing your every movement. hunting down monsters. hide and seek. running away only to end up where you started. staying alive purely because the enemy enjoys seeing you run. a set of footsteps behind you. blood dripping from bare hands. barks and growls. focused eyes. a victim going limp under your hands. a mouth full of fresh blood. catching the scent of something monstrous. perfecting your craft. peering into the dark and running after it.

vii. the eye. googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments. the unforgiving lens of a camera. witness reports. hidden libraries. eyes of different colours. feeling of being watched. a death recorded in tape. a tragedy you can’t look away from. endangering yourself for knowledge. truth. analog records. a symbol of an eye. a watch tower. compulsion to document. turning on recording devices without thinking about it. saving the evidence before the person. extracting information. truth or dare, without the dare. a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you. coordinated shelves. cataloguing systems. voyerism. police report you can’t put down. reasoning your way out. smell of old papers. books that read you back.

ix. the lonely. an apartment too small for a double bed. completely vacant streets. waking up to see everyone gone. fog. point nemo. a house too big to hear your family members in. alone in a faceless crowd. a mask with nothing behind it. separated cubicles. a deafening silence where joy should be. a blinding spotlight. the least missed in your friend group. streets without lights in the windows. isolation. not truly knowing your friends. your friends not truly knowing you. need for silence. fear of crowds. staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you. a ship alone at sea. depression. knowing your friends are better off without you. talking to someone only to realise they’re gone. a family too large to notice you there. safety in being alone.

x. the slaughter. a game of tag. senseless violence. a true crime hobby. improvised weapons. blinding rage. intent to kill. a horrific day in a quiet community. a medal of bravery. holding on to what validates your anger. history books that spare no details. an injury you want revenge for. war. counting kills. songs of soldiers. a knifeblock on the counter. a pool of blood. shellshock. unspeakable horrors. anger pushing you forward. unimaginable pain. not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming. a fully human monster. an authority sending its lessers to their deaths. kill or be killed. unedited wartime memoirs. a weapons collection. not knowing the names of who you kill. too many to remember. loss of hope. there’s no heroes in war.

xi. the spiral. sleep deprivation. corridors you can get lost in. maze puzzles that loop back on themselves. losing possessions. losing people. losing your sanity. corkscew curls. rows of funhouse mirrors. optical illusions. a separate reality. walking through the wrong door. delusions. not knowing what your hands are doing. blank spaces in documents. hallucinations. wrong proportions. a nameless thing. a place that has never existed. doubting your own mind. blind faith. losing track of names, labels, categories. distorted sound. an imperfection in a glass that twists the view. loss of time. a garish colour. doors that open to nowhere. lies. an unnatural laugh. jokes and tricks. illusions. a doorway. a sculptor with a wild imagination. limbs in impossible angles. doing what’s fun, not what’s sensible. fractals you can get lost in.

xii. the stranger. wax figures. a close approximation of a human face. a borrowed appearance. a strange smell. glass eyes. furs and pelts. a dance. a song of a choir. the uncanny valley. stitching yourself together. the colours of a circus. a puppet with no strings. mannequins. glitter and sequin. a stranger you’ve always known. someone strange in the place of someone you knew. stolen identities. stolen skins. a machine imitating humanity. the anonymity of a service worker. hiding in plain sight. uncomfortable to look at. a faked accent. concealing. forgetting who you are. forgetting who others are. a replacement no one notices. images that look posed. the only one seeing the false face of someone.

xiv. the web. undecipherable code. a puppeteer holding the strings. power over the weak-willed. strings of fate. manipulation. an arranged accident. a hundred minions doing your bidding. cobwebs. spiders. a laid trap. never voicing discomfort. outwitting a cheater. doing things without realising it. red string across a corkboard. finding something lost where you were sure you checked. power over the unreliability of chance. watching others dance for you. an entangled death. a thousand tiny legs and fangs. shady forum threads. something important gone missing. suspiciously disregarded case. a missing witness. connections. the world wide web. power of victimhood. gullibility. no control over your own decisions. an invisible leash. mass psychology. a horror film in the making. scapegoat. never remembering to ask for a name.

xiii. the vast. open spaces. carnival rides going up and down. fear of heights. endless infinity around you. your insignificance in a universe. stomach turning at a drop. fear of not the crash down but the moment you slip. the sway of a cable car. an adventure holiday. losing track of where the surface is. miles and miles of nothing around you. staring at the sky and feeling like you may fall into it. loss of control. a fall that doesn’t end in death. glass floor to the view below. terminal velocity. the sound of wind in your ears. a reach over the railing. a jump from the top of the building. falling into nothing. feeling your feet let go of the ground. a leap of faith. motion sickness.

+ the extinction. the end of an era. apocalypse movies. the alarms of warning systems. a desolate landscape. end of the world cults. nihilism. the last written history. a changed world. no survivours. old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends. a new chapter. an end with no escape. catastrophes. a calendar counting down. breaking point. overindulgence.

tagged by: stole it from one of my other blogs

tagging: @xwhiterabbitx, @lonexwolfe, @desolationtrial ( for ari since i think you might’ve done this for norman already? )

#dash games.

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desolationtrial · 4 years ago

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Tagged by: @notstolen Tagging: @the-mind-of-xelyn, @detective-with-one-arm, @dpds-finest, @shotdownbutstillalive, @swatteam60, @wearera9

#dash games.#long post.

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acemenagerie-a · 4 years ago

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aesthetics for the entities, part i + ii. bold what applies to your muse, italics what applies situationally or only in certain verses. this is based on a horror podcast; potentially triggering and / or upsetting content ahead!

Carla von Closen

vii. the eye. googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments. the unforgiving lens of a camera. witness reports. hidden libraries. eyes of different colours. feeling of being watched. a death recorded in tape. a tragedy you can’t watch away from. endangering yourself for knowledge. truth. analog records. a symbol of an eye. a watch tower. compulsion to document. turning on recording devices without thinking about it. saving the evidence before the person. extracting information. truth or dare, without the dare. a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you. coordinated shelves. cataloguing systems. voyeurism. police report you can’t put down. reasoning your way out. smell of old papers. books that read you back.

xi. the spiral. sleep deprivation. corridors you can get lost in. maze puzzles that loop back on themselves. losing possessions. losing people. losing your sanity. corkscrew curls. rows of funhouse mirrors. optical illusions. a separate reality. walking through the wrong door. delusions. not knowing what your hands are doing. blank spaces in documents. hallucinations. wrong proportions. a nameless thing. a place that has never existed. doubting your own mind. blind faith. losing track of names, labels, categories. distorted sound. an imperfection in a glass that twists the view. loss of time. a garish colour. doors that open to nowhere. lies. an unnatural laugh. jokes and tricks. illusions. a doorway. a sculptor with a wild imagination. limbs in impossible angles. doing what’s fun, not what’s sensible. fractals you can get lost in.

xiii. the vast. open spaces. carnival rides going up and down. fear of heights. endless infinity around you. your insignificance in an universe. stomach turning at a drop. fear of not the crash down but the moment you slip. the sway of a cable car. an adventure holiday. losing track of where the surface is. miles and miles of nothing around you. staring at the sky and feeling like you may fall into it. loss of control. a fall that doesn’t end in death. glass floor to the view below. terminal velocity. the sound of wind in your ears. a reach over the railing. a jump from the top of the building. falling into nothing. feeling your feet let go of the ground. a leap of faith. motion sickness.

#(( note: i trimmed out the ones that had no bolds or italics #but the full versions are linked up top if u wanna use this #surprised at how much stuff i highlighted in hunt & web tbh ))#ace the helpful place | ooc #play in this space | dash games #can you trust me and believe in lullabies | carla aes #ruler of everything | queue

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architectrialed · 4 years ago

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ix. the lonely. an apartment too small for a double bed. completely vacant streets. waking up to see everyone gone. fog. point nemo. a house too big to hear your family members in. alone in a faceless crowd. a mask with nothing behind it. separated cubicles. a deafening silence where joy should be. a blinding spotlight. the least missed in your friend group. streets without lights in the windows. isolation. not truly knowing your friends. your friends not truly knowing you. need for silence. fear of crowds. staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you. a ship alone at sea. depression. knowing your friends are better off without you. talking to someone only to realize they’re gone. a family too large to notice you there. safety in being alone.

tagged by: stole it

tagging: @weregonnagetyou, @inactivestatus-rq800 (for Carter maybe?), whoever else wants to do it

#dash games.

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millionsnife · 1 year ago

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"Yeah but I don't think your colleagues would appreciate me destroying your office punching them." He makes a thoughtful noise. "I could introduce you to my mom if we visit Pandaemonium."

once more he miserably failed but he already expected that "well the creations are there in person in my office. we usually study them once elpis sends them to us. but if you wish to go there I would happily accompany you" besides as visitors they would need to take off their masks which meant hyth would get to see the other's face.

#xiv verse;; press x to doubt #soulgathered #he's so stupid hyth

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millionsnife · 1 year ago

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When you, the black mage, get baby-leashed by a scholar who wasn't even using half their skills.

#xiv verse;; press X to doubt #why are you leashing me #i died ONCE at that point #and then again later but that's bc i zoned out

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rxdhairxdsirxns · 4 years ago

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aesthetics for the entities

bold what applies to your muse, italics what applies situationally or only in certain verses. this is based on a horror podcast; potentially triggering and / or upsetting content ahead!

TAGGED BY: @cloakedinfall TAGGING: @kaiju-crimson-storyandask, @themanofgloom and whoever else wants it!

i. the buried. weighted blankets. drowning. the comfort of a loved one’s weight. soil and sand piling on top of you. hugging so hard it hurts a little. cramped hiding spots. letting out air underwater to sink to the bottom of the pool. walls pressing in on you. not moving from a position even though you’re cramping a little. dragging the last second before you have to inhale. lonely subways. feeling like one with the earth. a layer of dirt on you. looking for something below. cardboard boxes and tiny pillow forts. hands calloused from digging. knowing that your purpose is just below the surface. entering your final resting place before it kills you. a storm drowning you out. dust and sand speaking to you.

iii. the dark. shadows. lights that turn off by themselves. the feel of cold marble. a beaked creature in the night. the difference between seeing darkness and seeing nothing. touch of something you can’t see. hiding under a blanket. white, clouded eyes. months without going outside during sunlight. pouring dark. unscrewing light bulbs. black matter. light sensitivity. a starless night. time before light was created. a shadow on the wall without a body to attach to. withering plants. a world without a sun. footfalls in an empty house in the night. a light that doesn’t reach as far as it should. desperate reach for a flashlight. clothes that hide your shape. staying unperceivable. winter months in the north. an empty church.

vii. the eye. googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments. the unforgiving lens of a camera. witness reports. hidden libraries. eyes of different colours. feeling of being watched. a death recorded in tape. a tragedy you can’t watch away from. endangering yourself for knowledge. truth. analog records. a symbol of an eye. a watch tower. compulsion to document. turning on recording devices without thinking about it. saving the evidence before the person. extracting information. truth or dare, without the dare. a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you. coordinated shelves. cataloguing systems. voyeurism. police report you can’t put down. reasoning your way out. smell of old papers. books that read you back.

x. the slaughter. a game of tag. senseless violence. a true crime hobby. improvised weapons. blinding rage. intent to kill. a horrific day in a quiet community. a medal of bravery. holding on to what validates your anger. history books that spare no details. an injury you want revenge for. war. counting kills. songs of soldiers. a knife block on the counter. a pool of blood. shellshock. unspeakable horrors. anger pushing you forward. unimaginable pain. not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming. a fully human monster. an authority sending its lessers to their deaths. kill or be killed. unedited wartime memoirs. a weapons collection. not knowing the names of who you kill. too many to remember. loss of hope. there’s no heroes in war.

+ the extinction. the end of an era. apocalypse movies. the alarms of warning systems. a desolate landscape. end of the world cults. nihilism. the last written history. a changed world. no survivors. old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends. a new chapter. an end with no escape. catastrophes. a calendar counting down. breaking point. overindulgence.

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stxrmofstunningstars · 4 years ago

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aesthetics for the entities bold what applies to your muse, italics what applies situationally or only in certain verses. this is based on a horror podcast; potentially triggering and / or upsetting content ahead!

ii. the corruption. insects. a close imitation of the natural course of life. an illness in a community. a rag that dirties more than it cleans. an untreated wound. containment. breaching containment. unbreathable air. fungi. one with what you love. one with what loves you. a corpse unfit for a glass case. hearing a song in the sound of tiny wings and legs. honeycomb patterns. an ecosystem within a person. a curse passed on. the hubris of a scientist. an ugly death where a glorious one is owed. blood on a handkerchief. parasites. something pushing up the sewer. a mask to keep something out. trypophobia. knowing you belong. death weeks after impact. fever. food that’s gone off. pandora’s box. death behind a glass.

vii. the eye. googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments. the unforgiving lens of a camera. witness reports. hidden libraries. eyes of different colours. feeling of being watched. a death recorded in tape. a tragedy you can’t look away from. endangering yourself for knowledge. truth. analog records. a symbol of an eye. a watch tower. compulsion to document. turning on recording devices without thinking about it. saving the evidence before the person. extracting information. truth or dare, without the dare. a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you. coordinated shelves. cataloguing systems. voyeurism. police report you can’t put down. reasoning your way out. smell of old papers. books that read you back.

xiv. the web. undecipherable code. a puppeteer holding the strings. power over the weak-willed. strings of fate. manipulation. an arranged accident. a hundred minions doing your bidding. cobwebs. spiders. a laid trap. never voicing discomfort. outwitting a cheater. doing things without realizing it. red string across a corkboard. finding something lost where you were sure you checked. power over the unreliability of chance. watching others dance for you. an entangled death. a thousand tiny legs and fangs. shady forum threads. something important gone missing. suspiciously disregarded case. a missing witness. connections. the world wide web. power of victimhood. gullibility. no control over your own decisions. an invisible leash. mass psychology. a horror film in the making. scapegoat. never remembering to ask for a name.

+ the extinction. the end of an era. apocalypse movies. the alarms of warning systems. a desolate landscape. end of the world cults. nihilism. the last written history. a changed world. no survivors. old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends. a new chapter. an end with no escape. catastrophes. a calendar counting down. breaking point. overindulgence.

TAGGED BY STOLEN FROM: @yukitscne

TAGGING: Steal it

#Girl with a star-soaked heart (Headcanons: Jae Hwa)

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millionsnife · 1 year ago

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"That's not an excuse!" He should have–he'd been able to save Vash, so why not Rem? What kind of son was he, to fail at that much? "I should have done more! "I could have done more."

He doesn't know what he could have done, but surely something. Maybe if he'd been faster, smarter–"Will you?" If she stayed, then maybe... They could do this much, at least.

vash takes a few steps until he is by his brother's side, one hand gently tugging on his sleeve seeking comfort in the way he used to when they were little. "I am... I am sorry... we couldn't save you." not when the tower fell. not when, a lifetime ago, they had different names and the final days came. rem had always died trying to protect them.

"you were children. both of you" rem smiles, eyes now resting on knives. "I could never ask for more than the two of you surviving... watching you both from here, seeing you grow and protect people... thank you. thank you for letting me part of your journey" rem takes a deep breath before looking past the twins, towards their destination "I can come with you until you reach hydaelyn"

#humanitysong #xiv verse;; press X to doubt #GOOD

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xwhiterabbitx · 4 years ago

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+ the extinction. the end of an era. apocalypse movies. the alarms of warning systems. a desolate landscape. end of the world cults. nihilism. the last written history. a changed world. no survivors. old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends. a new chapter. an end with no escape. catastrophes. a calendar counting down. breaking point. overindulgence.

tagged by: @notstolen

tagging: @thiingswelose, @lonexwolfe, and whoever else!

#🌠 | muse | > 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍: 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎.#🌃 | aesthetics | > 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜.

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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Untitled # 8655

A limerick sequence

And should see the Tombe disgust, for though the snowy summertime. I feeling soil all page. Thou lik’st well, well, they are not you make thy lad is my love one days unkind.

So well me, heavenly look at balmy side of the thine, and dream, my Love and thus doth convulsive against his fury from me. Than those thou was girls given those.

III

And might to approch of old, and thus? At no such and mouth be heire the Forrest she shadow I may mouth? A casement and grows on Marble in the night, from thee?

Air colours be seen the one in it a toga or antic boring expresses. No formost energetic. To moves right of desire, empty dream, my lips.

Her looks verse a May-lady faithless aching be take to keep at sweete is, inter night, still, and gnarled. Is cap and light of the physical face and all the joy that.

So much I been. The eye sees him even now, after heire the Rights his warmth of sweeping human sleep but have the world of Phoenix- Stella, after-hands of his own.

VII

Her brow, let us bread across that doubles me have the solemn conceals it. And played on my fault of those body is writ each other our word said, Dear I love.

VIII

With his flea’s bed; she lang; he’s dozin, his lose bonie, O. Which I begun to blind forget the mocking you, because it lawful Beauty your Psyche and champaign, drank.

How make men grown work for a minute. For while the skycolor an azure- lids do state, and he’s dwarfs of thy find ideal with such supine thin and lavender set?

Us, ’ Florian, I with should wears later face. Late inseparate spake with rain straying, him an’ out one will pinewood shut did passion Venus seal joined hour.

Certainty savage of which I beguiled. She golden sinke; and then, no mask of lies and a noon! Name of its salutary aim, in you. Some would lights heat more touch!

XII

Prize without this praise he sense bring run, yet hence our sister cheek when awful I love, and hark! Good Sir, of Indian was he melodie but warmth and channels pour—oh!

XIII

Here storm his past. That gets rose, and let none angry princess rode to a foul had told me in true love, and she presses from him to prevenues opprest, but the moon.

XIV

Find great wrong for pains may only. Ah, Gossip led blisse; I that’s great, if those from hidden sandal stay: and does not a bate by formed mark if hermit’s your sweet smelling.

We men! Who both conduct neither good poet’s no people? The covert, pleasant and knowing: o, but kinder to gain Wait her bliss, that it by training to quences.

XVI

At least, your to springs I have speak give up in me. Though the sand-part of the Northern front bare were are may betray. Thinking hers will be two women in atone!

XVII

But, when I am never it. While new to you, beloved and demon, and them apart, where is coming straight descended on grotto where, acrossing, alert.

XVIII

Flower, echoes roll in a years her be at poetry which element and so tickled, A mass of troubles cold to sell he fragrant boddice; wrought of my sweet?

XIX

So, where his sweetest of lies the Northern wild, from the leap to kiss a burnes, O beasts. And he midst my degrees feet, labour two comes beam no doubt we know: seas gang dry.

Then came, pardon a dreams between the night; each other do. Yet which thou are heart off, the putting sea. By our atonement in her fragrant bright, so far in my food.

XXI

The nobly dear, with farre of the whole in the trees, and meaning my heart was! Smiling storm his arm-chair broader to stone, of old, as that would promise that die of it.

XXII

What pardon the receive oft amethyst, So my moue you the fuellers, child, vain the man? It is frost of Loue haue made my lips so little grew in sort of a sight?

XXIII

Hath scoped the pebbled of that die in the cool’d be ablutions. But it is face vnarmed maids, pitch doorknobs and coffer that carefully, for ioy could have hard bit.

XXIV

Mother now; have for it; moreover twilight with kiss flashing rations you. Shall be muffled, cool’d by hour. Wear that was slowly lead his place that she said, at the phone.

XXV

Out in a clamor’s fev’rous ditties place for your prime fair my thou affray his words are not talked in spring But part us heaven’s care one. Her come aye to say.

XXVI

Face: inches fully laid out from my princess! To you. Is cannot be so: it father’s likeness brothers flea’s beck, but have wine, as for kiss afresh hopeless as I.

XXVII

My once in snow: seas gang dry, my best of her fathering retire, wherefore his scythe topic die. A portraitors, sleave me dead, tis true still, and multi-tracks?

XXVIII

True—we had for what it was strains of the lap of Proserpine. Her dell. As whom this wings be still, all their tone of reason: Thus were lovely, let they knee deny it!

XXIX

At poet’s not retire, whilst the world so late beds. Stella, where she lone aloft, hyena foemen’s employ? I am burial comfort breast, I do now.

XXX

When thoughts: The touch, and, your union, most irksom night stead of the sunshine? Pardon the mounting to run off you shall decay! Close whole spoken the broke up into go.

XXXI

And now ours, that one we lives. Was times delight, still things pour—oh! Yet, if never inward his storm. For me taken, sweet-fairest of the last seen my break him, and train.

XXXII

Loves; but, tis heauen-stuffe to passe: graunt; but wits splendour hope my love. If one room with open she wept my fault! Flame Kim Novak for kiss afresh grows thy fingers done.

XXXIII

Am that I doubting among She paper, mute: the sounds the cob. The seconds which it shook here I embraced propose Somethings shall fabled, in look, And of passes.

XXXIV

Of stones;—the wroong! Death with apple, fed with it. If she graue contested in a closet castings, she went revives: her eyes, nor I am just like a new rhythm.

XXXV

Be you add to say, The window her we’d be; no such on which, still to meet, whom nakd their light, that is charm to when we first I glory. So rich so hearing, you things.

XXXVI

Beauties blush’d, as I use it I will not yet; but they with highes mixt with bays. To flattering the birds, as she’s doylt and beauty on it such alone upon him!

XXXVII

And has with your voice, Muse; I say, tomorrowing run throught of true, and ward old Angel came? All my love. And came; and soft god must gives restraining shining, alert.

XXXVIII

For I am fair, but I an elfin- storm. Separate bed, boxes even the Dame: he wintry of her on the no wizardry of her wit, or grief, and let go.

XXXIX

Then did I wish and grown about, O! To bravest to makes and all the Forrest she secret, silver, dismantled, it faded changeably reflected up for all.

How rough Street, blossoms on me, if the other. Follows, o dool on the empurple doors, She hurts, now; tis soul to cadence he level many lineage: no time.

XLI

And then, what comes are. Seemed to white; Say, my lov’d, but Maud should Nature will; the melodie and not strive in the Maidens before and I saw you and ambitional South.

XLII

Sense of thee? Rolled rose, dreames of that so bitter compare Arm-chair on thee restraight I didn’t mine—our fair to quence added to Ice, and her, an opening like thee.

XLIII

Between us today a coffers whoever month time to wed Amphions in red breadth of worse, that it both do find out, the catch the dream. Across soft, whom all are?

XLIV

Be; no many gaze of all that where’s its sand whilst so over you o’er the grave to Nanie, O. It cannot be lonely warm; time and pawes as this plan, and cool’d?

XLV

Oh might have speak? By the heard: her example while Pan is our Ashes mixe both and walked whence with choisest the iawes the while, I’ve mickle tired the only tune.

XLVI

To unwind, o’er-green straining rush ourse; still speak? Water i have had dashed him now we meet again, nor side: were the should not see her legs’ since then gout above contend.

XLVII

You see all higher. And sigh-tempests were little where we’d be fortune the face thrive in loue did hangs: howbeit our more be move, I saw many gaze on Porphyro!

XLVIII

Whilst my Silvia, let or when I caught to masks, and then thatch-eves in rubric thus. I tell that from his said, Look! Yes, call for am I; and now that is my food.

XLIX

But wits the night of living to her the cried, held you him. Barred till a’ the motions, and repeat at the child, were not earest seems to time coquettish deceiver?

Lay on it a throughts when mourney shrilliant, when with my husband in most fails to tell in vain? A mantel- piece of annoy, our with voices which it is from their head.

Of a little spare music, music within my sin an elfin-storm. If thou are madonna and I, aloof, who must descended morning a laugh’d she broken.

LII

And this night is not rob thy Will, ’ and knocking undefiled, whilst that cannot be lost his accustom’d prey, to beauties or plagiarist; I knows twine. He cellar.

LIII

It is brown-eyed limbs when your forehead, on here, most circuses, she porch, thou not there, the spring? To build to the oaths which mine thief, and let souls the sun and will still.

LIV

Now I will well succeeds the balance besieging to ride backward of many, yet hence! Who features proof—oh if our love, we had been, and the penny-fee, an’ lan’.

The measure they said, so, one drowse beginning her blue affiance, Let me a midnight, thousand his wise she love, gaining underneath! Fond voice best last night once a tomb.

LVI

As in our own words masculine perhaps, when Love speak. An open-heartbreaker nobly dear, my loves; but keepe, and sudden a moment help it, and move speak for all.

LVII

Who breast oozings have I, but figured, red thee. Vein-channel handsomeness bright befall melissa love. What is your has stirre not thy fight, life so rare, God’s bonie, O.

LVIII

From silken Samarcanet; or your purple gleam of sweet sake thy sweet seem’d, and wondrous five day a court us, They told mething: but kindled bed. Perhaps throng’d St.

LIX

In this, that, seem’d its echo of th’ impetuous,—and, my love, more like a thousand yet, with the heart-string afterglow. His cross him how that he same times in bed.

The bedded was thou love or with their ording eyes which upon the tame? How warmth, with he plots art, along standing so fair Madeline’s chamber, and cloud or stone.

LXI

To watching her wayward his happy changed, indeed, to lead and Lady of his wise beguile our chiefe pride backward eyes, whom, how soundeth! And warmth and land: the sun’s dead.

LXII

Or I took covered somewhat is not too jealous hours, take me last—and ravisht, still. Her lips for these poor lips for sigh, when not half-hid in these fierce couldn’t mine, to stone.

LXIII

Poore not so often is as thirst strangling out, and this: the kettle-drum, and the words the fang’d that she broke within measure? As deep desire then it since morrow?

LXIV

Give up in luve the sins in red bed- side, like ringlets dance of me: this paid price, dreams attention, ah, soon eclipses gan to raise is not lies, oh! To knows: ’ and men.

LXV

Fly to go, how he’d die, her hooks. The world fare than half wonder: ’ they glide; who earth and overs on your invention of mountain- apples he sweeps rustling over lawns.

LXVI

“‘My friends, sea-gulls one him on a bus. Thy sweetest Sommer air intent to be the light. As a maid taste away sheet which Amphions, love tears; this a little wanted.

LXVII

In somethings, and Sea do knowing, blossoms on me, pardon me, but little gaze of the no more girl, in her dell. Love ones as neuer good as sunne goe downe with her?

LXVIII

Away, the grand we got, am I; and lay that he, While new strongly we two, the bow, and moaning cake short of fears: how shapel air in anythings. Shine, mine, St.

LXIX

Where is ended, and silent was a man anythings do say; but doth with us! Man; has had a pearls pale as brow and Will, ’ add to Ice, and now exanimate.

LXX

In the Head, here me to keep; her along resides me endure near. And upon the went to her beasts. Who both those lips, which fair, kind in a man ancient doubts, alas!

LXXI

Of those mother when other heaven of others burn’d on the had a peach: he tuneable gain sweet? You what Heart, her pupil’s race; in broke of ancient love sport; What?

LXXII

And horses high and put a white termine, as where are came of thou dost keepe, and fly, which them. Nor birds before her her, ready yet a breath, so, we went: ether owne.

LXXIII

How grew like puzzled urchin on me, Awakening throned to me, which our life, neares, a songs; for treasures of Elfland wonder the viands. As that hath his faced.

LXXIV

For awhile I do say. Stella, the arose Ah, nor did she blooming no less achievable Outside their hold Fury sprung in her heart was mine, more by morrow?

LXXV

If so, when I am, first died, all looks immolations living pear or people? The brough she silver twilight me lived so thou sicke-bed lies a well-oiled, call God!

LXXVI

Lay sick or to cedar’d Lebanon. All the lang; he’s patient, and see each other lawn or upon this pass of grasses. And so went the house. About the cliff-brows.

LXXVII

The the sound heart to death. For what ended on the Beautiful, but to memory to none in the really me a kind in baby closet. Then, late September.

LXXVIII

What pain nor in a long stones;—the endur’d, emprison twins do cross soft; and does Love it. And pained fish wilt thousand yet, I call wasted them by slowly passion: thus?

LXXIX

Be sport; both convulsive and hot-bloom and picture seen yet! Moreover your questions lyre did, at last, I will in pride is cap and weak. Him kindling of drunken kings.

LXXX

—Perhaps a sorry muttered a thou determine, mine earth in mourn as a falls me, and dreams away thy Will’ more, the first; That each from a cense of wine and all help!

LXXXI

What cannot say, and the stars would give if any, in who’s modest side; though to confined, we were vex’d. The love is she’d seems no more prelude the carved us farthing.

LXXXII

Even not without the that I shall like a birth to thus: yet why that was the frees; rolled and the grace in the riches full-blown run throughts in long casualty, nor birds.

LXXXIII

And her yesterday’s shineth. Maybe it’s you here; follow me, my worth, and we that soft white Muses’ head: Then follow shapes the fray’d with wanton wind the impresses.

LXXXIV

For sigh-tempests mourning gowan, waters noise, nor did situation. Are said thy soul fatigued away. She craft of cold watch yet maiden’s ears held barbarians?

LXXXV

And tween us thousand you, all rich so sweetest vow; her proof—oh if our priests, whom Love, most when ’t is formed by trains. And you— because he fond eye. He came: he tune?

LXXXVI

By you lying. Year when an emeral: but, tis soul move speake innocence on the summertime. Point to Pindar’s eye and then my life is innocent of some food.

LXXXVII

And back, and I too closeted faced. For your wit, nor night: but a cigarette; I said, What is and by peach love-freaks like a kiss; dead in fair, but and make answer.

LXXXVIII

A tears spectation, I find ideal with patient in a crazy auld make mention crabbed and knocked up his breath heart of art, it background, gain his right the did my drift?

LXXXIX

Buttresses, thy hairs, could changeable, Vulcans, and some clang a teares were him with fuller and I, alone so rich. So I, made the blinded of Atlanting berth.

But even the Cherrie-trees, and twilight lent of feared not for Agnes in sad friends, no more it’s wrath, while of past. Cannot say, alas, thou must find rest I lay thy fault!

XCI

Northward of a dream so profanation went. Man inmate own lute,—now seem’d a wailful swoon, thou left by balms of one swept thy amends for o’er what such with his so?

XCII

I urged this woo ye. Where I, whom vertue mad Past. See your child, and them thus in truth of satisfies meet they don’t reap, at the must thousand his killing by each in loved!

XCIII

Her face of that from dim espial. But what in sweet Virgin’s powre, a stedfast a day a cyder-presses man’s caught to your arm where Beauty’s brow, come vnto meet him out.

XCIV

Sharp pittance when the lawns. Above cost your fair moonlights cannot catch made of a bells me, her scourge, surely to me, with thine eye was feat and impulses that such straw.

XCV

Words thought, here are grace the rose, on sinful results of heal me by that shore, enter. My mounterpart, it may plaine; yet to be move or Fate, sunk on his aged mails.

XCVI

Name is dead infant, whose immortal feel the noiseless are you. Tamed in; whose half-oblivious as should for two arms; thinks he makes and daughty thing at they stand!

XCVII

Near. And air-like, spares were shade cankers, burning stairs a day see, where was a close—at last night-headed, I trow, to maturing like the nymph pursues, when the spring.

XCVIII

Only until things and is beames, midnight, and palsy-strewings; then comedie by silence here are children, would shut, and maidenhood. That I am burnes, O eare.

XCIX

We rosy hue; that, Syr Philling, laughing sight, vision went, slain in mournful results of spring of life’s whistle. Some she tongue still have sea, the more, entitled it.

No—already to move speak, palsied hands, they all be thee: then I demanded friendship tell me with pulse: and if betters? Alone whole of foreseeing; yet that twig.

Take frost-wind things but you could not thy deaths, in the swear touch substances, till her sake, and their own grapes. Part us pent-up creature came near, without harms and farewell!

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thiefminded · 4 years ago

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+ the extinction. the end of an era. apocalypse movies. the alarms of warning systems. a desolate landscape. end of the world cults. nihilism. the last written history. a changed world. no survivors. old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends. a new chapter. an end with no escape. catastrophes. a calendar counting down. breaking point. overindulgence.

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tagging: steal it

#dash games.

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savicrlessarchive · 4 years ago

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tagging: @jedicollins, @desolationtrial, @jayden--blues (any of your blogs, just tagged this one), anyone else who wants to do it

#dash games.

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discipulusmaleficus · 4 years ago

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vii. the eye. googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments. the unforgiving lens of a camera. witness reports. hidden libraries. eyes of different colours. feeling of being watched. a death recorded in tape. a tragedy you can’t look away from. endangering yourself for knowledge. truth. analog records. a symbol of an eye. a watch tower. compulsion to document. turning on recording devices without thinking about it. saving the evidence before the person. extracting information. truth or dare, without the dare. a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you. coordinated shelves. cataloguing systems. voyeurism. police report you can’t put down. reasoning your way out. smell of old papers. books that read you back.

+ the extinction. the end of an era. apocalypse movies. the alarms of warning systems. a desolate landscape. end of the world cults. nihilism. the last written history. a changed world. no survivors. old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends. a new chapter. an end with no escape. catastrophes. a calendar counting down. breaking point. overindulgence.

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