#Fyre's first convention

[amuseoffyre]

In case anyone wonders why I've been inexplicably quiet for the last couple of days 😁🏴‍☠️

[ofmdrecaps]

04/15-17/2025 Daily OFMD REcap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Samba Schutte; Vico Ortiz; Alex Sherman; Anapela Polata'ivao; Connor Barrett and Brian Gattas; The New Uni Con Updates (Pay it Forward and Autographs); Fan Spotlight: Our Flag Means Fanfiction: Love Notes;

Whelp, even after saying I was posting this yesterday I got called in and worked til midnight 2 nights in a row. So here it is today!

= David Jenkins =

David is settling into the dad life well! He's already out hustling rubes with the little one!

He also recently procured some teeny boys from the wonderful RebelSophie that arrived today!

Source: David's IG

= Rhys Darby =

Rhys has been super busy with his The Legend Returns tour! Recently in AoNZ and Australia!

Source: The Claire Hooper IG

Source: Squirrel Comedy

Source: Rhys' IG Stories

= Taika Waititi =

Taika has been super busy! He got to hang out with Andy Hearnden and meet his live long idol, Cyndi Lauper!

In addition, the very cool interactive piece he participated in is up for a Webby! You can vote for it here!

Source: Taika's IG Stories

= Samba Schutte =

If you haven't checked it out already-- there's going to be another Momentus event with Samba coming up on May 10! Individual Bananas have sold out--but you can still order the bandana by buying a ticket to his May 10th Class here! "Each purchase benefits @everymomcounts, working to achieve quality, respectful and fair maternity care for mothers all over the world🙏🏾"

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Samba's also been back voice acting!

Source: Samba's IG stories

= Vico Ortiz =

Vico's sending us some thirst traps again!

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Source: Vico's IG

= Alex Sherman =

Our beloved Alex Sherman just received his doppelganger in the mail! Made by the incredibly brilliant @amuseoffyre!!

Source: A Muse of Fyre's Ig

As you can tell he adores him, and he even got to spend a bit of time catching up with Samba!

Source: Alex Shermans' IG Stories

= Anapela Polata'ivao =

Our dear Auntie's new movie Tinā has won the Audience Award at the 2025 Perth Festival!!

Source: Tinā the Film IG

= Connor Barrett and Brian Gattas =

Our fabulous Hornberry, and Siegfried got some new headshots and psstt April 18th is Brian's birthday!

Source: Rob Mainord Photography

= The New Uni-Con =

Some news for The New Uni-Con! Amy was kind enough to set up a Pay-It-Forward option for the convention coming up in the UK!

Pay it Forward

By request, the Pay it Forward option is live!

How it works?

If you would like to attend TNUC either as Weekend (1 Auto), Day or Virtual Ticket but are being restricted by the price, you can sign up for a Pay It Forward Ticket. Funded by kind, and generous, members of the fandom, you'll receive gift vouchers for up to 50% of the value of your chosen ticket. Gift Vouchers will be assigned on a first come, first served basis. Once your ticket has been funded and you have been notified, you'll have 7 days to confirm you still want the ticket, or we will release your funding to the next person on the list. If you want to donate - you can purchase Gift Vouchers from the Siren Events Ticket Tailor Store (I've made available in £10, £20 and £50 denominations - if you want others, let me know). Enter the Gift Voucher Redemption Codes into the Pay It Forward Donations sign up form. If for any reason your Gift Voucher(s) are not used, we'll be in contact so you can either redeem them for extras / event merch, or roll them over to the next event.

Recipients sign up here

Donors sign up here

Buy Gift Vouchers (click on box in top right corner)

Autograph Send-In-Service

In addition! There's some news on Autographs for the convention! The con will be offering the chance to order one of the photos from the event photo studio (which is the only place they'll be available-- Or, people can send in something (as long as it fits in a poster tube or a4 envelope) to have signed and then returned to them (for those who have specific art or prints they want signed)!

Source: Amy / Siren Events Discord

= Fan Spotlight =

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

New Episode of Our Flag Means Fanfiction! This time around is our favorite badass one handed boss, Jackie! Check it out on Spotify or your favorite podcast platform!

Source: OFMFF's Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies! I've missed you! I'll be working on doing a lot of catch up over the next week or so now that taxes are finally done! Tonight I just want to remind every single one of you how well you're doing. Shit is hard right now. So hard. We are experiencing things we never thought we would, and yet here you are, still here, and I'm so very proud of you for that. You are still here and that means so much to me and everyone else. That being said, please oh please take some time for you. Whatever you need to recharge some of your battery. Read a book, listen to your favorite song or album on loop, dance around your living room in your underwear, eat something tasty you enjoy, cuddle with your fur-family, hug your favorite person, visit your favorite place! I know that that's not always possible for everyone, so If you're not able to for any reason, please take some time tomorrow to close your eyes and imagine some of those things you love. Sit with the in your mind and enjoy them there for even just a few minutes. Our imaginations can change our brain chemistry-- and it can actually help with our anxiety.

Anything you can do for you-- do it! We need things to remind us of how good the world can be. Of the love and sillyness that's here, and that as bad as shit is, we can still poke our heads into happiness once in a while. Anyway, I'm rambling sorry... I hope you are hanging in there, and getting any ounce of rest you can Crew. Stay safe out there <3

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[hugintheraven]

Never attend a first-year convention. You can, certainly, but first-year cons are going to be either run by someone who's never run a con before, or run by someone who used to run a con and doesn't now(presumably for not-good reasons). Neither of those makes for a good customer experience. Beyond that, a first-year con is going to not have much money for a quality product. And won't have ironed out any issues with their setup. And it's much more likely for a new con to be a scam than an established con*. So if a new con is opening in your town, you can attend, it's not a good idea to risk anything for the pleasure.

New social media networks are similar. If they're started by people with no experience, that's a disaster waiting to happen. If the leadership has experience, why are they making a new social media site rather than working on an existing one? It's new, so the product is likely still cheap and buggy. And if it's evil, no one will have had much of a chance to dig in and spot that.

Sure, if there's a perfect fit for you on some new site, beg for an invite code. But otherwise, let everyone else be the ones to figure out that there's no reporting system, your porn likes are accidentally accessible from your profile, and that it's going to blackmail users for cash in 6 months.

*Dashcon, Fyre Fest, etc.

every day I get on here and see some post going "do not make an account on ZYLPPHONE, the hot new social media! it turns out making an account gives the creators (who are nazis) instant access to your bank account and also causes your pets to explode!" and this is all very baffling to me because I cannot believe anyone is actually fucking around with new social media platforms that shit sounds exhausting. if tumblr ever gives up and goes all the way under I will simply turn into a crab and go back to the sea you will not be finding my on zylophone

[libidomechanica]

“And, soon coming, and the Ruby Seal that loed me dead”

A ballad sequence

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From silvery, smooth it felt, and     in the sky, and have suggests a famine when from heauenly     fyre, whenas a star, I

paced through the lees. And, soon coming,     and the Ruby Seal that lo’ed me dead. And even to     eternize, but have deepest

groans of ambition, and through Faery     Queen, withouten excepcioun of bigamye, al were it     list apply. Leaving at

his suffocation had not got     to gas;—through THAT Love and thither casting youth, and play till     the gifts; he said, she had

sworn that may be bett in time to     speke after his death-wound, and senses with sorrow lend me     words; and I at rest. Hope,

my joy and songs lamenting, spears     in snow: seas shall singers, one man that woman bore with his     victors sights, and Syluanes

haunted quite of al his lute:     his fine air I trembling, busy hum of cities, the first     tis flatter: a rib’s a

thorough many a nyght they come:     if not like a cup; your hair. For, that nether I may all     my soul helps soul! Beauty

in detail made them to ashes,     deep and rent the truth in every spring ere the Grotesca—     such a thankfull part,

Come be my snooky and thus hastow     caught to his Nostrils draw no prize your own cost die, these     same through the daffodils.

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Veins the shadow passed reprove; and     saw the half-shut feathered together, and pity grace to     lift a black Tyrants fierce

into a convention the count     the fancies of her kindling arms and his conduct—which she     doing, that his wooden

gavel: esperanza’s Gavel.     High time to keep the sense affords; sweet memory of these     nor spongy hydroptic

Dutch shall with panting Inuentions     for truth’s sake, and leave the true one; of such a close in love,     therefore O loue, vnlesse stray’d

o’er the worst’s a glorious heaven.     And tempest doth appears in the eaves, the moan of doves     in town at once doth fly,

and spill the past. And showed to mee.     Think no man oft came to my selfe in me I find no longer     reader! So waste my

heart’s desire to changed; for they     list: ygyrt with their monstrous ledges there is no comfort     all but then possibility

poor, in this of many     thou wouldst fain arrest: machine, sudden ring of the unquiet     to his best agree, in

charactered, a tale o’ love:     o Jeanie do? Most list of that con of Muses skill excell.     But the dough, about

the levee morn. Thus the first woke     song in the unhappy Queen, and one in languor, which with     the tender great alacrity

in wielding, ere such things     charm’d with sterne coste? On shining from the stretches between the     sings in his sacred

Empressed, she had disappear’d, and     speak a blessing wings and knew not how so noiseless, slow,     and keep eek my privetee,

bet than Nectar or blazing forth     found a palpitations give, so long immortal, enter’d,     lest I fill my place, where

abundant two on sponge and calls     the blear-eyed nations of my pith. Where whenas a steed     refresshėd many night of

frosty Caucasus; ’ but few, I     really, madam, wonders at the charming child; and plied him     in placid marble

icicles, as Goteherd prowde, that     would a tale of my Soul! By slaying heauenly seed: but that     wholly credible. A

bloomy pair of the sky was full,—     while his position? He came one unto gracious Hairs, which     her will he touched behind!

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No apples of Kent: till with me!     Have been pottes, clothes’ press, chest and wayle, and several     months gone. Not I have ceased

when my black-eyed rivals halts, midst     royal dukes and tempting Griefs, and roar’d out, as you might bear     him, looking, looking forth,

and learn Ombre, after the poor, and     something struck him: I’ said he, why do you with each and all     Olympus! Half its fire

until he starry night; no     hideous sign posts then, oh Sir! Through in any manere     lovelight to listen’d to

gaze on Amphitrite, queens, patriots,     yet ever flowers all in all the higher views upon     a piece of chronicled

the dreamy, kind deliberate     human observance. Robert Burns: pale, pale of silently     their steps luxurious,

they so embellish, that she work     of ages on its walls, wherein no reveller had been     to wyves bonde. From this

contaynd in you, not long; I shook     witnesse whylest I profanation gave, as simple, as     soon eclips’d her space was

like tempest, it was Guido     forgotten you. Long years hence but in her most in the things doen     ill agree: but I am

his wyf go roule about     a year hence? My poem’s epic, and elate would be more     I shall his keen worse than

nominal, and writ in the letters,     was heard of one of the house no more—Oh! Deep thanks to     all the grasps in our lives.

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The anvil of house; he held in     sleep, Haidee’s mother was wakened. Then came to me, whom     none will kissing in the cry of the man to go seken     halwes, and call’d Parks, ’ where

she friese with proud restrayne. I loathe     that I go, shal seyn. Just where is like early fruit in May,     her head was still would serve; and brute,—gain most, as the knock-out     drops and next proceed. Our

country seat, the bowers drew their     favourite friends, and not the thing to the Sphere, since from the     distance pealing Spires, pale Spectres, gaping Tombs, and keepes     her father’s joy was to

delay, remained to the swollen     at this hand that nipt my Flower. Besides much the Widow’s     tears by some that now at rest with silence is a tormenteth,     so sweet days are drowned

in me, the which out of rock. Compare     the ghost of them shot in little time, and lull myself     concern of your lips do not rest—i’ve nothing shed thus, in     proud mayd, whom he swore her

poor blis, the Sun first, I pray yow     like Eve’s apple blossomed branch rapt to come, fall lowly at     her down and laughs at the chase takes a woman is not so     peaceable as Numa’s

who was a plot of garden urn—     weave, weave they feel thine eye and had no sting, and brakes, and     Anacreon Moore’s phrases, which he colour days are taxes on     our joys three-thousand year,

but much sacrifize vnto the Heav’ns     withdrew his trim hath put a spire of the land runs wild and     ripe-ear’d hopes, since not approch, that would springs the wicked     man this, ev’n Belinda

now, who shall turne to those files of     hair; inlaid with a heartfelt chillness, an hour before my     woes a Tragedy. Let her ail might have pledge my power     to answer, which he had

grasp’d his soule with shows but hauing hard,     and of negligence, and sage, a good deal, but there is there     are not at all those heauen to die soone, and the meaning&     motivation. His child, the

palace, that will, most liuely sonne     of death we’ll turn to scold, and make no further pride; he who     shouldst thou snare him in certain, would kill? I think to fancy     feigned on lips to lay, and

so he kept, until their naval     cells, and arrow, and linden walks, and, silent in your hair     was awful, sure, for fresh Colours from Rainbows erected     be; the simply, with your

old, yet in bud and borrell, yet     looks, and sate to turn the pageantry enrobe our piece of     chastity. This scroll, and sea-mew’s plaine, and her eyes it     easier to give all hills,

is lost! Shouted then sending span,     t were gnawed away did flie: for fayre sighs a Jar, and Midnight     of her thralls her comfort is, she seekers though components     be the thirty years?

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For they are more of perfect is     haste: impatience is almost happy name receipt of the     Silver Vase in me so that makes a woman’s whole of the     housbondes on her arms full meaning of innumerable     green gleam of dewtie, where

below in human passions labour     like a deposit side by side: resuming quite     understand, if thy soul stand tippy-toe more than nominal,     if by the basilicas rise in Jerusalem, and     tell me Love when I was

deed er it were too long, and trembling     too excursive, break, breaking out for Germany. Clock     counts be accord, a mortals bend their exchanged on the hinges,     as the loved to declared my firm belief in Years, that     climbs a peak to hym and

his most modest grace; and we three     Elizabeths for ever fair; she cast a rueful glad     whan that every paltry magazine can say, have been oon,     to gete hir likyng. May be chance had past thews immortality,     and had him softly

said, the nard shall be: time’s creeping     shall join its propitious state was shaped when it once too     short. That love so near the doughty Hero slain, your skirts of     love, there whenas death-dart; and yet was short, I can do no     harm, or else t were for

euer: deepe is there is a dancer!     I’ll call the heats which some irregularity may call     it a little time, the grass, and on Juan’s breast. Rage; and seyde,     A womman was near a sight able to faint,—one loved this     days, ere the long for thine

eye looks should rather thought to cleare,     then Christs, with quick as heretofore: in whose to troubled with     laughter held houri in that she was in a boat, and pale     with earnest woods they must, like most sincere altar of it     from staring backward. Grew

upon the stuff, but when those dazzled     thought in French were I once heard the dame grew like winter,     and to all his pack of bread. Her goodly to been pluck’d—all’s     knowledge, so my hart, that I must deposition: t is     of them mayst might have dared

to me from four pads in Bacchanal     profusion over the cold beneath a coral grove,     contemplate; what you cut a pretty, trifling the To-be,     self-rebukes, she me caught it mounted country? Shall remain;     the tears, and dropping teare,

or giue leaues be shed, he sometimes     I ioy when a boy, nor could catch hints of Air! Antonia     you are no more free: for the great in gree, by sleights a     hundred thousand science know, that does not kind; and as I     walked and said, and Lady

Psyche: you had got out their fellow     captives backe to thee ere what I meene of loues tempest     tost, knowledge, so my daughter near me, by blood no longer     cold so fyn, and this allyes— to lie groaning of things more     thy starry crown again.

Upon a tuft of stockings, slippers,     brushes, idling wings in her eye. Still she know not, enuy     or to recall? There is past, perfect she was somtyme     a clerk is pretty lad, but then a Grain of a bakery     in Queens whose was much

the Head, the Continental oaths     which midway from me was Gama; cracked and knew such Envy     as the Sky, the Master work, and very ill; sunset; t     is certain mists are disdain answered cold of God is gone.     Ah good company of

pleasures, shall at once;—through, sweet than     tempt further, but still, I trust, you’ll be nice Conduct of attack?     And she in my fragile mould in the tedious years,     and Tomes of blisses be upon too brief minute—then bequeath     thy fragile mould, the

very time with one full of     adoring tears had lost huge sea-marks; vanward step proud despair     from ruin and to hardy fight, nor dispraise me, nor Mars;     mine be some dearly! Succeeding hard, and revelry began     to gather to say

much unlike—it seems to mount up,     the musky-circled mazes, wind-wafted from small, and hail     with Men below, or brightest Eyes, and insolence no more.     And yet she forgave me, as well consecrated urn, hold     sphery session, or gentle

bosom of the mouldering     as the fancies hatches, their intellectual war is.     Leaning, breathe ten hundred years. But the first in the hero-     boy, who should have been my dreary deaths do the year run out,     but this, resume my

sturdy hardynesse; myn housbonde     wol I seye that she heard in the Abbey’s worth: here different     way applications of nought of emblem’d in spots determined     that Woman’s boy, that Miracles? In vain my sighs o’er     the Nymph intent sane cursed

book a leef, for whom she not heau’ns     food, once more pretty pair; the flutt’ring this its mysterious     blunder, over; and, ample span of the good companions,     and lief, and everything countenance seemed she was some     grand every martyrly.

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Each a catatonic stuck in     a trance, while we crouched in all, but doth, if the margin’d rills.     In her eye I’m very well; and when I weep, tis that all     those who has this story makes the stars, the vows below! Been     the forms: I knewe the course

of kynd. Of plastic circumspect,     his dearest, though the brawest lad, the flaxen curl the work     is only twelve books: hope. Wrapped in brown earth, and is no     memories! For love, or doon hem reverend tutors. To make it     to a clue. Thou seyst men

may Dine; the Merchants that sincere     a poetes heads in sky, no villains! Did fall sweet is that     way;—juan yet quick Poetic Eyes: so Rome’s great, thought, whose     souls related. Time, the murderers hung by the glowing     boys their hair caught in you.

Then is your kitchen is my dayes     I know the honey on her, as I heard through the patent,     and the little Hearts steps, and bliss! The gentlemanly distill’d     into my muttered with a live damask, and rioting     fast, this moment plays

as dancing with ioy to sorrows     over thee seen, direct how to smile as the trick of the     more sweet Venus, be my sorrow and merely knows by breakfast     and feeble foes: what boots the Purple Pinions opening     forth some prudish reader!

Bright; and yet, to show the court,     camp, church, then she bath’d her brain did guide the Fight, presented     Maid! And how Alfonso, how Xantippa castel was hym     list com fortunate last words. Fresh as the which reflected     in their dull scenery.

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Long year link’d with such a grateful she like weeds, that     some find stellas image of her Hands shall still regards, and by my serpent rod, and in     my brave with a womman that somme han

hem yeve poysoun in the music speaks so well shepheards     bee and with any skill not cure! And feel my prayers to his wife, wishing his face     sweeter thy ravishing were by no

means which her views upon the sorts of an age is     my soul and with an Hidalgo, who trembling it was Florian, unperceive you lookes,     vntill morne. At least for to love,

belovèd, and she was by no means which did scornful     Virgin Mary for he was rather unnested wren has thy selfe with music rose and     dashed unopened one, till some conspire

with love; time wil not be meant to clasp his fine     airy silks to his deathless as the precision, which all they that I had done, whose this     alchemy, to make these hills, she rose

from Cenchreas, from thee more: in which both longing’s face     of wo that aw’d echo into one Man’s Pray’r. They reach thee here none the Northern seas I’ll     in an appendix, which, entomb it

racks, prison cup, no penance seen, with joined at him     she had a mind, care less, and arrow, and blesse and haunted wings to the leavest me in,     let me run, let me, too, which a springs

from no lighte a candle at his brain did guide     the lonely lie round by the seal with still these ladies must confess; nor leave and vaine bubble’s     shady place to buffet to lighten;

as a veil, waved and sport my muse and all the     king thus, a thrush sang loud, and died, in heaven. Take heed there living with him: I knewe the     world of oure displeseth me upon

you.—Or at least as objects grew? In twelve books: hope.     Because they good at my vices shewed far outspread its tenant of her husband’s     jealousy dislikes the blade of country

gentle sound’ said Margaret went sorrowes short-hand     ta’en by Gurney, who to Madrid on purpos, why I told the Starres: for these the Past.     We parted, all weakness, blent with careful

Thought, legions of thy daynties growing in my     hart, why did the moons, that a country that ere blood which quotation many a sparkling     spire; and so was then ordeal was

more than in Essexe at Dunmowe. Strange that Potter’s     welcomed both; so those ribbed wind; in winged heels to the tongue, and Juan their love, or distance soon     she seemed to love and the tumult and

the red branches green toss’d up the world there was once     Britannia’s gondolier, but half without whose haruest seemd I smell lyke dying woman’s     whole world. To see him who don’t different

flowres vntymely clear, no news but harder she     gooth; I sitte at home, to thank me. At which ours we call the sofa, there above. Twelve     negresses through that three such self-same pains

inhabited here,—the early woke to feel one     sadness, than a pike, thus Julia’s innocent determinated and chaunting sense of     houshold flow: a hollow shows; nor is

it that hover’d o’er it may, and shame ye wommen     vinolent is t they grew still and became a country I blessed Saynts vpbrought a sense flies.     But stir she could inhabited her:

where thynges thre hanged on the load. Into the soul     which Eve might team gulphs in the sepulcre of hym al nyght, al sodeynly thre leve, ye shul     have my selfe doth shrowde emong the five

years gone, seistow, olde barel-ful of thick with my     fest so I shall all the Isles loved me in roses. Now dame, quod this world, as usual,     late scatter that are not stay puzzling.

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A Jew took the light t’encreases.     Rim, skull-things which Donna Inez dreaded night was lucky,     I stared out Rape! By her

things they can ne’er begun. Tis Lambro     once seeme to prove her, say I ever may neuer ought     but deals with Pins; or plung’d

for us. The guide, among us,     willing me on earth was taught there. An opium dream     milk burned into spasmatic

ecstasy I love you thrilling,     and water. And also the noyse, my soul helps soul! They     please. What the sick: the cheke,

and fann’d into sweet to view the     game short her waist, nor prayers with such lust, and to hastenings     to haste, and ne’er a

life a thing beads, lashed&forgot, Fade     softly, flutes and prayer! To make all the world’s art for something     new: nought’s permanent

and Despaire, my friends up from where     the wars, then came and there was once Britain’s trophy used, and     the settled a gentleman

of sense had been ill brought here.     And yet amid all feel such alliances? Puts forth from     thy Head. But gather to

pleasing, turn’d aside, fainted Fragments     lean em, ’t is still welcome thou art of a single     hours by experience.

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And I have treated very soon     even of widows, she resembling on their pivot he     heard,—and the northerns blow;

and then—and show how much the glossy     should you do not cure! Love even less hands, lyke captiue quite,     that wretched Sylphids, to

escaped her towers, and had him     soundly whipp’d at home; here whirls around moonlight is lost! The     Moorish blood runs wild and

griefs united fall, survive their     heart? Further that same beast so they well mights and howe’er you     please, I can no horse! My

wealth no more augment my foes despight:     whether shrieking fell, and messuages, and kiss, she needs     it we should she now began

to add a worse bust. And glory     to this hubbub—you and meek that night, and in fruyt of     many an envoy either

of watchful Spirits round me     here unless it we should grieves me fruit of loue is lyke dying     liue, and there! Editor,

like those fair eyes lifting waves     at home, to the mind and doun, thanne were passed, and saw more pleasant     city, so well she

vouchsafe to view: but spends his cups     divine. In Seville was toold thee fly, to slack the Mill was     better were attonce too

palpable ash or the present,     just in the painted bawlers, she chaunst to condemn none, which     I haue run through a great

mischief’s done by one critics, make,     or looking down into shadow of a deep dells, in gulf     or aerie, mounted high.

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Made of itself another flow.     Now strengthening to human vanity’ the jury brought     worth and love will drink potions

when we crouched in the ground were     living poets, ’ as ever yet was I never hit the     world speaking, that day would

add fresh crush of crimson strawberries     and with her the door, lay on the white Queene most unusual     sever. The Honour

is goon; ther is a work of pain—     even while I listen as thou shalt forgo, maugree thyne yen.     And in the Sword and

vacacioun from off a great statue-     like, are it. Tho’ stiff with which I doo admyred, sleeping     up a brand, and if I

had little hands, and keener Lightning;     she hath lost their day; the heaven in star of it, sought     me to encounter. We

can devise a total opposite     and one believe in Milton, Dryden, Pope; thou Morning-Shower     of human being

caught so, to be borne that laugh at     a fals suspect me, whom they did so, satisfied to get     through in a dream! Two or

three, memphis, and I could miss her     brain did guide thier Way, thro’ all then but she did keepes     her not, and might be in

gloom, in star-light in your hardned     brest inspire with soure is still as any work sublime, true     knight could but bring to every

one of hooly seinte Venus     falleth in licentious blunder, of looking up her nose,     will blight; tis Phillis, and

the room full showering downe     mysery: but what it were to approche, for although in     infancy a little near

the harper came at last man,—and,     as a page of light, and love was a Romagnole, begin     his time with human

hand disturb the careless lake, on     which they look upon my counsell me from my soul stands a     Structure or the scene, by

those we lost in her mesh: and as     black men hem in the grandfather state of Love’s grave: and force     and he who in the wise

as thyn, pardee. Lasts ever, past     recline in the ground; blue Neptune, I am full of straggling     leaves: her heauen vpon you.

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Shalt not slept), began to move out.     Forming air parted as magnetic needle through the beames     of olde Romayn tolde

of it, lovers, or Mrs. Yield     thyself a clerk is prey. Thus did fall, through perhaps, a     virtuous mind to rid him

in some breathe upon his terme of     a bare blade of deadly arrowes the first assayde, a     good die first fall. So he

had its charm’d that my exceeding     from its sunny glade—there rose glowing gall. Despise, led by     the feel the farms wi’ me?

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Earth is written with the little.     He gave way to him—and he hir skyn and grief were not Ida;     ’ clasp it once felt, Away,

quoth he that gladly wil embrace;     and sithens shepheard clymbers fall, look on his fill, flyes     backe vnto blisse. In the planets

rotating into future     brood of Angels, twice five wounded and looke, but ne’er a flower     that his brows went arching

upon the most since the river     damm’d from his very clever penn’d: some people do.     Imagine further, I must

die; and with your colours they pass     o’er it, was she, Blythe by the lips and dances broken pillared     porch, the voice of friends

you are but in what you more. So     that agony, across a bare blade and brief and a     celestials know not where the

stars fall, look upon her like a     young apple-tree lay at his suffocated gratis: what     is song used to such death

of some of meat. The comfort, and     mischief done; and the long ypent. And yet was thereby she     felt the door open-

heveded he was bonie face a moment     to beautie best judge the world, sad as the deuce they break? Twenty     ages gather o’er

the sorrow stille that was in     November, now some to burgeon out of Ianus gate, doth spred     with Robert come to let

me play my heart ’gan warm with precious     chaos, and Trumps they fall, as a revelour—this is     an instant a few brief

years, and offering but that he would     do; his young belle, with gold, the myriad years of joy that     hapless grain the serpenting,

was, that fierce Othello in     so closed his passion in its case. By and seeing either     mind sinks, yielding—almost

laying heate where all confus’d, he     for at neede not Melampode: for I would haue me peace an’     rest me, Sir, but he was

like two poor hut, strike these I could     dances broke in upon itself with whom the tripped by the     bay quoth she is of the

work is only this lyke the bag     o’ the Mill lo’es dearly; fifteen hundred years! Different     Italians, and liken they

grew; nor glances of that lo’ed me     dear friend, in sickness and grant in her own good turns earth is     now in his carriage; and

how this imprudent spouse—next, when     he to bathe was a decent London street and slowly the     neck, seen up-close how the

worst of traveller’s road she look’d     extreme verge; so sad, so strongly part: without one Trumps, and     her guilefull barking

brief, or let me measure; few mortal     lover in a rushing, hardly know not, enuy or     to weddė me another.

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Tangled tear, which did scorned towards the     world grow mad, and if your old man? Alone to the glen; and     I, though blind half housemaid’s

songs sends forth long’d extremest     fit I plung’d for Labours not set my selfe beget? He wolde     han fled his natural west,

and myn herte greet meschief to the     presence room for hir hands with muffled into the March of     old, and cherish’d in the

fly did gaze on the Throne. Bright as     you to see. Had dwelt among the indentures her glory     excell. I will do nothing

for verray God omnipotent,     they lock it in a different voice, expecting all this     scroll in pieces small, slight,

whom three score yeares ioy forth on     wings and Queen; who rule the only art insensible of     happy news came, the hills?

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That gaine enured, of my poor     struggling in an old and weeping up Pall Mall, and so pace     by: but when I appealing

to write down. Crystal Dome. And     ugliness and adders sun themselves and couldn’t you know a     moment bent, and then this

noble words; and, as the first hunger     is namoore—it is a garden gods—and not melt! Fraught     with thee, indeed divine.

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Now to that not see thy sacrilegious     Hand force of Female Wit, who gave a dizzier pain.     Well needs it were it can expresse my lot, that night, loue is     to hous, although of you that from counsel—Juan, mind, that know     thee, Moon! Yet could not so

very much unlike—it seemed, while     with youre leve, ye shul have leaves, the black Wings, and Anacreon’s     mood tore open, silent rows, poor Cynthia! Of poets     and fresh againe eternal, to the helpless clay, a mortal     column he learne with

Jove, nor discord spill the dews of     Hearts thought, that agony, across my fit: then is your shadow:     further, line by little grave, myself a slave market     of Constantly at brim of day-tide, on some doubts: they saw     descending down below.

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Are then begun some level stood     winged verse vowd to eternity, to bear it, for reflection     is insipid in

the comfort, and departed; the     rest. And blade, bethrothed to one, a strangled in her case     became a conqueror

at least all her white Queen of rose     and then—and the trumpets blow, as is a rock above: dearest     bond is meant to all

posterity, shall the children     teares finding a twig. Upon the year; chloris is gone,     that vessel bound without

marble fonts; there fame is any     one eludes, must take up the chieftain! The world from her lips     when a’ thir days in peace,

leaving your bride, or round, and Lord     t’assault a gentlemanly vice, to proceedingly     remarkable at the trick.

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Joined hall long lanes of Salomon;     I trowe thou hast a helper, me, that dwalt on memory     of the heuens so much, and

helpe me so, I was purveyed of     a valley; let them; at least all pay who thank’d it with more     to thee stop here, this

occasion for people should know, than     al those balefull speech of heaven’s gates, and wooed Sleepe against     time. Nor waves awful,

sure, for one assailant’s side, required     the second principal, and made hym how them with a     shell; ’tis past all kind of

the river as to me. She had     stopp’d his safe assurance strong Line above. Troops of fashion     to a mouth of friends this

is true, sprang up a branch rapt to     condemn’d to trail a long to me lent. Swift on him; whom his     dearest, think of him warm’d:

let’s be doing, tho’ she played with     convinced. Mount Pleasant days she tastes the black clouds that true heart     instead of Holofernes

peeped and marrow. In the dogs’—     we’ll turns now and to found my boyish dream of your enemyes.     To re-cement hath,

I conjure the pair! I’m all shall     get. I play’d the Cross, pall Mall, and stoutly wish’d two Locks, which     I no lenger in this

restless women, rich without you;     with his owne child, its strive, beaus banishment drawn from the tree     cut from ev’ry Word a

Reputation now. Instead of     beauty, life, misled, and her frame, and all our hearts, with case;     but woman be good, for

these confirm my state? Went out ioy,     though both my selfe they but his ease, with the other better     under the stones and may

no whit behind: with many a     heart to her aspect throw the horns, nor would scornful Virgin     three, I bow full hearted

to emerge from the Noon of those     fayle fall out: Daddy! Can it beat, there’s George the long     nods from Gaeta:—Shot. Unto

by Sawney’s violin, we     called Hope Lake where Dante’s bones in sad experience t     is not heroines, there

came and rulen ouer all. His with     the tended, I saw the accredited diplomatic     sinner, pursued his lady

always death of word, much like     Coleridge hath led along that been in the unreturning     interposed; pleasantly

by playing what he cross-wise     to its grasp; none near. It without a shade of your relenting     die, not ancient trees.

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The quarrels should stifle his     lineage? That I gazed, but with rev’rence, though of what suspicion     in the foster-babes

of glist’ring Forfex wide, a vast,     that all her sweet, any part of a spotlesse bower of     water I rear’d as sudden

journey. Mad slanderer among     the beach, a piano at her face! But their heads, and     walking for I dare all

them before he died; and here to     import forgetfulnesse of decency abide a moment     rises in height: what

do not think about the earth was     happy’as I cannot say— she had grace of friend: sweet is the     bought here. With noise of

asswagement of peace such a thankfull     part, Come, leave her? Above the careless of grace I found     with Formosum Pastor

Corydon. And yet can no morning     Omens threatened death’s- head at time I watched the guns of     Cavalli with feathers

to the face of grief. In the air,     the white cape on the saints the Room would be some pity shown.     Begin withouten gilt,

though here to roam over these thorny     sharks from the back. Must be blest Lover shall the aid of     the hopes to erect in

stately wize: in her cheek, and ward;     whose lilly hands the last had forgot their joy, and all the     breathe apartment: with a

passing flowers, and begs with their     being love was athirst to seal joint constantinople.     How he Symplicius Gallus

lefte his lanterne; he shal do     me good old gray beard, sith I twelf yeer was somtyme a clerk     is prey. A night grow charming

child, and in his fo; lucia,     likerous theft: from which mote perceive her sex alone but     it were: for all the other

do. Never be the heart, and     Ida in themselues suffize, in her arms full of children     cutting thence down to

me; I’m fond of the longest, no     better is out of thing in my heart become. The music     of my life afterwards

confessor so old and therewith     becoming to reproach assails, for when she still my     voice that would elide you.

Time now is steps or wander face,     and force her in a grave, an awful odes she struggling souls:     I heard of merriment:

and ’twas too much danger, but in     the sea. Lyke as a hero, as a huntsman after being’s     high accounted high.

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Mend with youth not thilke misusage.     And must know the guileless Genevieve! The white; nor winks the     worst of all the Works of

men, at first was silent night they     bore; for I see, though she rears; th’ inferior Priestess,     nobody there are

safe! I pitiful and God requires     a saint to half of those suffering, and fall of hope. So     filled with backward and languish

drear, his silken Wings in vaine?     And hold cheap the sixtė, whan he specioun. Nor waves the Fight, propt     on this continence eek,

which, erring peace. Like a drum in     the eagle native home.— Mighty crown! As o’er many a     dale with no ladye—love

desire Zulaikha built a Chamber,     Wall and pearls complex and from hence it was not one hour     to indue. Don Juan, half on

her carriages, and ran, but in     your pleasant words:-but Love will breake, that Miracles Mens faintly     breed Mark tellė kan,

oure Lord vs taught to try, t     is to seye, if I name moves right ynogh to me and in     his ground? Kirk or market

of Constant Vapour reach’d new growth.     Because this decay, for aye remove? For, like fruit and golden:     let me play my head

in iron gauntlets: breaker boils     against a cold We thank’d it winters bowre I trowe, that they     should have grieve to move, nor

discord spill the wretches wolde God,     it leveful were tried to live by love; and forest let     vs loue, while Hermes,

by my serpent rod, and all wondrous     vertue is contaynd in your Italy free, in his own     Aristotle’s rules, their

ruthlesse glory thing. Her voice and     quench or cool me with laugh at any Cost stript of the pair!     And poise about their day;

the open all the Apostles     needeth you waite vpon my lips: I led you cannot lead thy     maister yaf noon heeste. Sun,

and then myne eyes; and this, all     Calderon and warm, and keener Lightnings from the indentures     of offices, like Citron-

Waters Matron’s Cheeks a bidden     Blush to know that they’ll have not of something more; be wise,     and vines, and Dæmons he had

come naked as if her very     fond heard the sea, knew it was not delay’d his rosy terms     in her a rebell be.

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Sane cursed Circe! He shall approve of     his home deserts, and he oppressed, to live, in love’s sake, and     Tellus feels his face: hope.

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Of latter: so dear is an eye     will my life was upright as he passed and when I pass each     afternoon where haughty

Mars has legions of no clerk is     prey. Save that like these Eyes of myracles, and so bifel     that high thoghts more, t will

break a promise hope hope hope hope     hope hope his sourse, when your fellow-traveller’s road again,     be young princes pere: which

that’s not the house of all her sweet,     more o’er the slow carries me tired of sciential brain began     enticing with

intelligible. If at that high     look, hearke: but ere thou didest dye being void of Pride. The     old Man ceased when I’m sitting

on disquiet tomb, and glides     away; none but flattery? Since all around with the poor     innocent. Nothing gainst

the bolts of Feare doth feast and     prosody are eligible, unless heart, for saving—vice     spare. Linden alley: then

a lucid Squadrons round the     Mythology. The woman a’ her wisdom ask no more, and     old Scamander’s flow,—no,

nor the ample span of the wild     withstanding grew wild; and everybody loved me; and, soon     coming, and red—one on

his Box. Whom all them wonderment,     of things which she view’d, in gentle brest, or in his Almagestee,     so blest. Is always

doubted; time will was put up yours,     not leaue the Donna Inez led for noght, I dreamt I sawe     hys makers face, as amber

store, suffice this naughty Mars     has legion’d all fearlesse the wretched upon an upturn’d     by the sun and other

was grown already hear me, held     a volume of their pray. Although hidden long a hundreds     reach’d that please to play the

pitying man, propose this the     helpless clay, could make a brook from the Soldier’s life but love     by ways so dangerous.

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Which her maid Antonia you are mine. A pet-     lamb in a snare: which is what we wish to pleasure: for God’s blessing: Mark me! And chafed his     soul was analogy between my

darling Care; so that no wys man nedeth for not     a less please mine eye saith A whole earth haue found, let her accept, amongst themselues suffize,     still better may nat dwelle. And queen

thou hast sentence sign, by two spheres. Which no one came     a little to his quench or cool me with pain. The nerves, each and barb’rous Pride: what doth roam,     it leans, and in the touches. Come, my

chiefe? But glory ye haue, accord, and fear came these     ladies, we must pursue this tendencies of temper’d with her be all lies! Al nys but     cold snow. Word for the fatal to meet

her propt, half-canonized tune my spirit’s set, as     if they did like a tempests cruel. Silently their shining into white. Instantaneous     joy I recognize. In opend

sense unhaunted me for in the Bow, they flee from     her rich speechless tendrils, and plunderers of her head, and handsome troop, hoping no drop     in Show like Eve’s apple doth fly. In

Spain, her zone to Venus, be my desire; I     loathe that was oure werre ystynt. Above me even those by the party cross’d the omen     from them teare. Like callow eagles at

a something very near two Proctors chart the lights     of Lu, sad Chance of War! In the air, invisibly, she sate, but every word she came,     unless wilds; her plants, her with his Tongues.

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—But half without who can blame him?     The den of her eye might speak for none could spin golden quill     and bending she spake. His

fingers, on them. For heaven. If     we have I dwelt with much empressed. The hills he fared, they     stow’d his dress: well have no

further, I must do my duty—     how thou hast in vapour, but whiles to make you a degrade!     As syllables, their Lords

through the earth will sleep: thetis baptized     her fifteenth year a sight of his heres: slepynge, his     tongues. Come, leave the spring.

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By reason is it her, and wife,     though hidden mystery. I spied he himself like sandals     swept away, but few, I

really hardly reach’d thy infant.     Woman after the Glebe distill’d into play till these shadow     of true Truth’s sake, Madam—

Madam—here’s pen and bear     with theyr soules bene slayne, for al is for the Eolian twang     of Love, in green shedding

ring, is call’d some disdains, and kept     with cattle priefe: in which might proving upon a creäture,     to purge uryne and rubious-

argent: of all her Ida,     to that he of an airy lust, too often are, and Sweetness     up, and there! Thou may’st

plainly this—a livid Paleness,     and to Chrysostom inured, sleeping kine, couched in the     door of clay, forsooth, scarce

fit with such love is pretty, captiue     quite a bore, if he found my boyish drear, hot, glaz’d, and much,     earth shakes this arbitrate?

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A total opposition: juan     was softest down, that my eye was of Castilian? Then, welcome     they were not so very

much enquir’d if I have a     high spear-grass. Thy azure robe like all worn out, but that fatal     to the Gods, and harden

yse: yet field and happy that,     as sett they sigh, that out of Lethe scale. And I believe in     Milton, Dryden, Pope; this

young fawne that changed, thou iollye shepherds     unlike Paris led to proue. Think a very prudent pair,     who kill’d off from the desert

aspyre. The louely sight of     him remained to see them, thus invoke us: You, who, in     my vocabulary.

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With a disconsolate, the kite that did not spin.     Vow, or did her palms and stuck in the more: in window shake a single pure and their     housbondes for the wood where London streets

suspended man with brighter of the times be in     love. And in chief, he must pay his systems, we’re taper, it surely high in the cellar.     They, that isle is not annex? I put

the presence gave him lodging history change its tune,     to knit the cast a rueful glance supremest kisses which I doe both alike decay’d,     the lark shot up and doun, that Lycius!

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And labour’d to the crystal place,     her eyes flash on his hands, side-faced; and ev’ry Grace, or raise     a Pimple onely image from out themselues suffize,     but this enormous

elms he said, she wol on hym lepe,     til that with her: if she could avenge us and wrote, in     mystery would name, a wretched days he feared that peck along     the well know. To reden

on this Arbour makes not sink     in surpris’d the shade where the poor innocent paper whom     she sung, it sets my pocketbook. Of usual greeting     fruit, and meant; for still my

poor hut sunk to decke their steps upon     my gaye scarlet pain: a deep vermilion-spotted hill,     is the moral conduct of attack as every yeare his     compaignye, if that he shore,

into the tender her louely     sight of his honest man, but what it may be best what your     pleasant because the sand: in thunder roars, Heavens, and fall     to feel the pink mallow

grace for my truth than nominal,     and the little man. The event and your force a passenger     has blessed flockes to keep the new-born god; Follow, flying     off Count Cesare

Cicogna from all hills, while down     is fulfil, my misery and forthermo, a fair womman,     for my sweet prayses dead: but love to excuse, that my     verse must say who knew what

the sea-country I blessed poor Margaret     to my Dame, and takė witnesses, the rich Quilt sinks with     ioy begin, strong castle. There, lat me se what woe after     toyle, with faint

desire Zulaikha built a Chamber,     Wall and crickets, and takė witness little hamlets, with     her seemes to entertaine, if you cannot quench or cool     me with golden fleece, the

humblesse his Charge repair: soft o’er     at top with panting hour: but yet love of his great names of     a flower shrink to fly, but feet divine. Perfect face; the     luring me, and their

cruelty, the insect host which treson     lost, but hath destroy, recorded with willows, the Ground     give th’ Hysterics, whose spirit by her life renew’th.     Ten time shall view in cloudless

Skies, where now captiues vnto their     Bodkin, Comb, and Eyes; at ev’ry Word a Reputations     of the rain falls cool and stormed at the fairest of all hearted     to show, he should miss

her father wolde han write, in sooth,     by Seint Joce! Came as nights, mass, play, and set you a placid,     even to eternize, in short, but no man that crystal     rocks look’d for monthly, or

my gout, my five gray lock a life     less mine than on continued battling upward rise, and dream     of dewtie, which on the river damm’d from his, but she sayes she     wept with seely sheepe, O

shepheard clymbe to skye, that sons show,     and lo! As well as eyes he bent, and smooth Iv’ry Neck. That     wondrous House too though words:- but Love will may thinke that leads to     a phrases of my wounded

and proved the road, unless when     rich gifts, to proceed. And there the log, everything in flames     to mighty heart, in its outward to Aristotle and     wente never will, gude faith

no great a dissipated life,     without, in short, and hear the closet flew.—Albeit I’m     sure I die, as once romantic heads adorne, you can see     all, nor unequal Fight

to my fadres folk and hold the     capital apace;— esteeming rather threshold, her eyes     strangers in the oration, or redeem you: but still and     the Nymph exulting Foe!

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She held his conclusion. Thou wast     their only seem stark mute but in sex and fruitfull showering     tree alone! One breaks.

Oft when their torturing fact! He     won them I read the number’d Spirit’s Care; let Spades appear’d     as the trick. But that the

waiting forth: The King Oberon’s     brink of obviously a-nyght I made he, of bigamye?     Their music ceases—I

recall for your tender stynte, comth     a reflected in time. Yet tikled I his head mighty     Hearts steps or wander’d my

way: but such studied with our couth     he fynd, that care, and wither’d and lonely your Hair, who never     married—but, I think

such worship with Chagrin; that it     appeared as blank. Upon them I burn; and I without great     great names of blossoms from

Nubia brought to my fix’d my     example more, as they find? Such lowlinesse then! Antonia,     who was a servants,

which thou with thee, sweet days a love     it grew up to beguile, that early woke to the confused     among them threw around

and in the little to the torrent     of my gloriously lameness, which thou preye Argus     with his housemaid’s

undressing t is not lost in     wonder at his maister yaf noon oother writhing, or     medicinal, and me as

on a sail, and like blank-verse, that     at one time must fall. That foam’d, and, fool I will pleasures: I     was for the banks o’ Earn,

and o’er his herself, who knew her     immortalize. Wretched spot, nor mine; I love your vision     like a flower that con

of Musk lay that level stands now     past the Flame had lov’d her? What are cheek to gloom: there she told     that for the presence room

full soul to open Don Alfonso     stood confusion, and array; but first with Throngs promise;     not a sencelesse cold,

the tale which her face, of greeting,     Margaret looks, and friend, child, what Virgin Mary for her eyes     flashing smiles, and Passions,

all shall processiouns, to prechyng     eek, and the passage ethe. If this years with coral, but more     constrayn. Are Altars of

misery I wasted cheek—from     a cup. Two Proctors after bloud, when I wake up the richest     overflow of joy

that he was a man! They please her,     look upon it, she had lost his loud trumpet murm’ring, of     Hell with the billows rude.

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And in pride, or round, the chamber.     Into the feet the tail o’ a rottan, and feel a drouthy:     thou shalt forgo, maugree

thyne yen. And blind, sweet lips lie apart;     years could restraints; to Jerome, that float my borel for     the far mountain rocks. Thoughts

hardly when I feel a very     body one dark world speak plain wheresoe’er it through, what matter,     ’ and all her mine no

prize your selfe, but their throne, and tells     me to pass the fields she tastes unseen she still wander’d much     importance known; and almost

clergyman, he lies; strange things     to the Sultan has a deceived with, but no matter how     or why, or whit; I took

for it is his mighty beauty     shall for better, snowed it down, and whatever wed with ayre:     but ministering season,

and something could euer to end. Some     fire broken o’ercharged with force me liken it to tell     their leafless stems in scanty

strings doen ill agree: but the     road, unless dian had all Seville was received with an     evil gift. Fortune wheels,

and Ardors, were gushing steps of     the Virgin’s Cheeks a bidden guest,&modest all these am     I, who their backs, and no

great with wool and so beautiful,     or lead, or adamant, to fill While this our backs with     As to make the river.

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That a sublime world behold     another has arm’d himself there’s bitterly hym wrong, haue     enroll the same soul’s full

means I am, the English, many?     See fierce kiss to kiss; and on the hearts to fade. The happy     land to hym and hills,

that vanish’d, till hope; to look upon     my will, and the Wing, hang o’er the shriek, although t is     not alone, and the crowd

mutter’d in each, accord, such things     there mails fast food. Three ladies, each man love, her eyes, and mine     would no more her foot,

obliquely run; thy firmness—know your     dew. The loue from ancient Race, are, as when their Ways, and speechless,     by the warmer sun.

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She knew theme: I have no dislikes     the glasse of his sooty oil. And shovel dirt on her land;     and no less, and made my

visage thou hast done think such worship     without a groan, or sigh’d to behold at last to seal     the receive a Flaw, or

something urgent I have seen shade,     I clasp’d. For them. At ev’ry Part, there’s ne’er agreed. And     one in some strange is the

unusual severance ruled! Will breathd     from myself—besides, it fa’s, and blamed hymself was slayn, that     Thou shalt be the shrieking

felt about the mischief; they whose     pallid face: hope. And seyde, Deere suster Alisoun, as if     to warp her snowy cradle

shone her counsel to none. And     there was a boy I kept a buxom hostess for me     necessary bile; my nature

grows too changed, I there is tempest     of Mortal mother. You turned her face. He saw them by     date and ben; Blythe was well

remember, an old and break like     photography, there men, that golden spheres. ’ But now I have     a sound above, around

restored the ground and she floated     to trail a long league is all flowers too, and about the     animals; you are you?

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With flowers, and those six books and     then spur away that kan under-passionless,—and bladed     grass sprang from the burden

of moss and alle this I     prognosticate: they bound to rehearse, I think about, and smooth-     lipp’d serenades. The

congelation: there shines a ioy     from the train, and trembled at the leon, tel me who is     that you will not love me—

No, that left betweene the shooting     fairy flute, while many, who had died ere Cuckow, messenger     came back; O! My own

voice is somewhat of her own no     whit behind, for being, all lies! Built, and my pith. Most     piously all love and in

my seeing my loue inspired:     her glory ye haue soone about him—oh my Camel! In     the might thus, Ah, Lycius!

How long since dawn whatever aspect     it arrays even as thou dost, good! Whether one, me     another had she in

this nombrė diffinicioun. Came murmured     Ida. A lobster salad, and the rose glowing all     those crimson-rolling drums,

that crazed his passions bred in all     the woman or with reason is—the air of shoes! Grape—I     might grow cold. I’d have

seen their socket. They lock the corpses     grinning, black as ink on a page—look where we have kissed     again, and sudden by

a dale with mews. And whisper’d in     his head is okay but thou snare him in a poem, known     but up! Which upbraid the

written with backward and loue embrace;     and while with greet prees at my placed in a yeelded pray:     yet euen whylst her will, and

her shall sorts of lighter be, while     life’s strange and seek for roses, and length a voice, is pleading     down upon that most alone

for euermore to be, thy looks     cast down, their to freedom, forced to make immortall hye. Ay,     note that if I didn’t love

should he gives half the which gaze on     her, and Hope, a poising eagle, and much, and comfort shew?     Through a thorn in a white

hand of having voted, dined, drunk,     the Muses chaunge of faëry, throgh which the five men weep no     more, then she’s gone for my

dumb thought in her wit she sometime     did me kiss, she cries, and winter, and my Dead—what time I     have loved yesterday? She

give recourse renew’d! Our humbled     harts astonishment, and landskip, have accuse hem blyve of     the Sails repairs her Smile,

the more durable man, sweet to     the rest. Contrary; but to give her selfe I mean it     remembers, the doubt his rosy

terms in idle days? Juan more,     and ech of hem mo legende of half the wind of feet so     clene and all the thirty.

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Might be, or for the Fields of Air.     I sette hem so well not be education, miss Edgeworth’s     novels stepping from

her that earst I hear; and knew nothing     to us: last of louers bow, kiss hands, and merry Cuckow,     messengers through the

better Fortune. To this: their murmured     Ida.—Two copious wonder of so heaven, for     his crispe heer, shynynge

as gold. Even seven I have     a-year. That leads to a wedding-cake: knead but bend your first     break our bondslave! Which louers

make wondrous new machinery just     meant, noteless, tame, am I to be said may serve their     Face, like this arms. And she

was synne!; Thus she loves of some of     Louis, and gemlike eyes, and each drop they sang, and sorrowes     glide, and I will both

the door arrived with house by which     those meads where before her fairest may chance, and her yield, and     stir of fountain-woods, fly

to his wyf go roule aboute     myn housbonde—God his spawn of taxborn riches that same gaudy     spring, and remark,

or criticism, and in signs:     let be. As help me God, I laugh at his footprints, glistenings     steep’d in her hardned

brest him in a bed, not a serving-     boy apprentice Janekyn, for I shal thee manifold     possession, unto

the reason is—the beauty’s bright     Inhabitants of child. Behold, the spring ere their     resurrection; on her ready

make, they han fatte kernes, and moss.     He told me so dear is the business in t: but Damme’ s     rather rough, sweet illusion

of the ways to be wedded     dames bloom’d also in another’s yearning to the face. Rather     harp, and kings reigning,

new character’d with the trouble     the victim, and the makers beat to battaile frequence     grows more I hym twisted

to us and locked with soul just     now from with this glutton be, to goon a-     And never still, was clutch.

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Thy azure robe I did not teeth     begin th’ Etherial Plain, than Jose, who bore the     fly did gaze on the Main

this Morning keep our country is     the strange animals of your members as it made long and     would perplex’d and chiefly

you will that they songen weilawey!     What mighty ebb and flowers, of roses. Disturb the     slumber, and on my face.

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Not earth; been there green or shut as     they gazed, entranced, as the cypress spreads, they mean the first woke     song in Juan’s breast, and was

not burn these phrases of your     incessant batter, with some the reste! I had to meet her ail     might, yet doe me not iaelous

ouerspred with brighter eye I’m     very well, is it the trees, dancing in the road: so take     such gentleman proceed.

Are one: accomplishments of magic,     and mummy hid; but don’t pretence of my fifthe house of     your continuous roars,

and dare not what you do but love     of glory’s but a moment, where she could decide, and no     man to light; through me which

you to your bodies, all desire,     swore lustily he’d been all the rose: and when I all     weakness, nor accomplish

thy disease? I looked so beautiful     and never give thee my only last year of sleep. The     Adonian feast; where’s

bitterest and turned him for them,     at least as objects to hide my spirit—not a scorne, to     wayt on loue and their handes

and to the year in my natal     hour that future of the Tresses from her paroxysm     drew toward us and rounder

seemed the court fell silent; closer     to weddyng in a pause. And landskip, have the school, its     skeletons of the happy

thoughts are myne eyes my love, though     all the other writhing which the Hellespont and find and     obstinate, and her frail-

strung hearts are vaine, if Rubies found;     if Gold, Elysian Scenes, and softer all, pray have taken     tea in small-eyed China’s

Earth I lov’d and breaker boils against     us and with youre owene housbonde hadden these, save     breath goes to assert the

calmed downstairs in the wilds, in a     man, and Jacob eek, and that’s what Meg o’ the Mill was     peaceable—a quiet sheep.

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Is morn the living lord was King.     Daughters admir’d, he was so hende, have gives the East doth my     selfe soone as the Hunter’s

court. Make a latest drop not feel     upon him, for all the Press enrag’d Thalestris with twincle     of our sofas makes

me next day, for noon oother was     awful odes she doth in mariage; and throng, and with a princes     tried to plumb, so passed

did remaining dim he would speak     too much; a languages— as well by the sense flies; strange to     me like a will; was her

comfort, and pine more to vale, from     wrong, her Notes in mildness, thou hadst thou been sphered whole days?-     We sing, on a time must

feel upon us, crying there     rose in purple and exorcised. This is the Nini,     but what I had been twisted

brain. Twenty years old sucking     various Tempers act by various Toil, and lock’d up     to the things with which he

in her Ear; with bright, faints into     the sea of ocean. Till allured, without the spirit to     answer vague as wind: besides,

they know thy charms of grace I     found that I took no kep, so they lie, for the feeldes walked     with her to request. It

is enough to sorrow dies; all     the bride-cake the most alone; at his mother care when a     dog passed did remaine, and

sing my trewand pensive mood, they     never this is an evolutions will leave the warmer     current of peace or war;

a turk, with baleful ardor burn,     never, yet each and be assurance need not from the dewy     gem, frightening, black as

ink on a page—I ceased when the     fly did me much indeed, she list of ships, and cedar fell’d.     Battle needes to sleep;

but while thy maister yaf noon heeste.     Sweet be the balls,—was immense, so waste not the Third? If that     I deem’d by two, and thanne,

seistow, lorel, whan that pass’d be     the bosom where? And ran, but left behind, a train can say     that lord the deed tomorwe!

Machinery, and of his ground the     mother: these the gentle heart, how euer fayre loue, my likerous     mouth with things and

Quarterly treat among some rocks look’d     dose at the first the cup of dole god gave her natures native     in self-denials,

Margaret look growing strange Motive,     Goddess! Like you a root the hare I saw a fury whetting     you better, snowed it

down and seyde, Myn owene grece I     made many bars to perfect animal, the lily     Sent a blesse your tempests.

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That loyal scratching this story.     That golden three Ghosts, adieu, and boldly placed it then myne     eyes doest this, little cupola, more return; and whispered:     Take me unawares. Thy gift, thy tables, which, with guiltlesse     words; and, lordynges, right

now secure the sake only. And     then was the Lord’s prayer may neuer bring you need—let every     wight is holde alwey a coltes tooth. So, still then bow     downe in tranced laid his heart more pleasure brought tho. What ho,     though I acquired—but

I passed time of travel in a     countryman, Count Cesare Cicogna from all the wild     plum. An Eagle sore at things for such as could not squeeze her     Heav’n decrees! In poesy, and wente at hoom; I have scream, and     then on each other day.

The dark came waggish fauns, and smile.     These I should come to passion differ, except the clown, the     kitchen is your neck. Which longer wretch, doom’d to what excuse     hem blyve of thilkė tonnė that I would love you more triumphant,     and let the calm of Nature

wept. It, they’ll have queynte right i’     the scuffle, and call. In the race, he sprains are in Armes he     turn’d to their crimes; and thou most essence like an old and many     a nyght and dazzled thousand years that I shal, er thoughts     the glorious is your

bells low, hey body of the treasures     deepe; griefe renew’d! Here Raucocanti’s eloquent reply,     marrying then giue leaue the slow amenity, put     her in his mothers have been! Store of Pray’rs, for Juan, half drown’d     with transgression of the

ocean-buried, sinks with his carried,     and half his Fate for useful contrast, who had died ere     Cuckow, messengers through billows:-when lo! He saw their time     to time came murmurs to the soil’d: thus is the wound, and almost     yielding to keep his

memory whole sea has been of     the more, and the better to have three-thousand people in     this proper time machine, suddenly wit, war, sense, or may     find it the cruell to an idle days are figures on the     streams, Invention the lovely

as a present, and had the     earth whence that one should not becomes against my heart to snare.     And mourn’d his jealous curls strive, beaus banishments of the moth-     time of some mumbling at the rose, like a salmon, struggles     ceased with transgression, miss

Edgeworth’s novels e’er to Juan’s     face boil’d up, and for verray knave, though not the honey to     the rest felt a high close in an abyss. When, after all     the though fame is but this; give me, Sir, but in your finger.     Wilderness their Blushes,

thogh folk swich wisdom might out and     keep my very heart I think, since the sand, and knees both darlings!     I took wing, and loved. That claspt the cruell boy not so     unprepare in Armes here and the terrace, till fragrant Steams she     reader! Of what befell,

and my discover’d treasure, that     wolde prechour in the shriek, although his desolate, is shifted     round moon and spitefull hylls vnto hys Lord, such familiar     care doth maked food, once from his quench’d her bloody crusades,     knew that I could she

no further would not bear false hearth     willow boughs joined hand you they mean to sing you, reawakened.     For, when we pass his warning from pain; nor seem’d to     publisher distant a few steps. But Donna Julia’s eyes he     bent, and aye she look’d dose

at the heart they lie, for killing     she not so nighly wore, such sanity will not let one     tinge of sanctuary violate; none looked around restore     the fire again; to love. They stow’d upon push’d by question.     Saved from hue-golden

palaces of silence is a     shell; ’tis past, in mossy tread, by a clear Mirror of the     sky; if you came whereon feed my loue he bought the Vent. Made     myself to store of theyr payne: all careless stone, to all the     contract, and half so sure:

what boots the past melts downe in trance,     this is how we tried to prove a lion’ then no more about     soliciting his passions, no villains! Sighs, indeed,     then shall make Don Juan’s breast doth hold. Of his dying lyfe endure.     And in the hills and

vain dalliances? But how far this     furrow-cloven falls to roll, teach Infants Cheeks inflam’d through     the poor strutting a death’s- head at the world—which may conseille     a woman, I your Tears each other’s pockets first mistake.     Bidden Blush arise,

and Monuments, hours, and walked with     a voice, expecting still cry Amen’ to every Russ     credential; and the sweet, if twas dusk; she inquire, ne all mischance     to clothe heroic turnpikes, and whispers broken: time     has blighted, and then—and

should know the Spyder than all the     salt Medway, that neuer was grown up to the light dearer     to thee. As, seistow, olde dotard shrewe thy fair eyes and Tweezer-     Cases. And that broke his fluttering your Chief give Ear,     and from outrage worse bust.

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As Lot’s fairy art like a pedant’s     wand wrought wash, and not be but sage Antonia you     are no womman, for Sickness

and goddess: while I go from     potato, that it is so yet; but her pillowing. The     lad benighted. Possessive

Emblem of the ingenuous     youth and power each she camel is to pass, things with     human pastures; or, O

torturing payne. Let me still were     packed into the world of ghosts; the lisp of children, and Noons,     her eyes: what closde-vp sence

was half so sure, and tremulous,     devoutly wish’d to see. Eclipse that after death felt it     to keep a sharp shingles

with her thee recche or care how     myrily that knowest each, distinctness; when as breath of some     one Morning corn wi’ me?

Doth prepar’d her Moorish blood that     brent wole be. And with Musick its propitiously she     woo’d the dismal lyrics,

prophetess; for one where he     fellowship. Our hero tells, when the other wrinkled with child     we lose the cheke that is

their tents. The lady of those who     watch’d the hart loup light, swell about their cheeks delicious     multiply her fell in braue

array heere marcheth she, that which     destroys most love-salute was in hers, and as I grew in     years of fear have thou wert

wont to do? Swifter than her bolder     winges, ne feard with Georgians, Russian or Castile,     his that is mostly for

the clever felt closer to wexe     and eek mateere. Man,—and, as the read these cruel lady, famed     for I my selfe were for

ought foretells the present thought     for fifty with his time her golden wishes in our lives     in a long maintains. Late

accounted death—so Juan knew such     things that remorse which snatch of a vanish’d, and odd female     saint’s white robes flaunt, to dress,

and loves; and she there is a market     to me. Price: far passions, now at rest from the fields I     wander’d to and frantic.

Within the purpose in Hades, now     a lady was so fowly shame, she saw their joyes. With stars,     and would be quite, great song

for its white hair over her arms,     while with midnight, as the song his watches. And euery minute     past, and not reserved.

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Sweet than all the command, but love,     so well? Who now is company, can win a country’s good—     which we did bar. Her eyes

holding me seemd to moue; not these     I could not, because I take, and of sin; where the issue.     So kiss me ere I be

gone, by the Chinese nymph might be,     or found my life dismal lyrics, prophesy your sex. The     board of one short before

me the pain? That me with Juan, here     permitted a small poets, and falling out for bandages     and rioting to

you gaue, with no rude alarm; and     the thing and stoutly will notice of feruent heat, and the     Sails descend above dappled

o’er a Bottle, or, Every     Poet his feet, and his Pow’r disdain’d, and we down to hay     is grasp—his arms. Would pour

out his ease; but after girl who     keeps slipping heauen, so it is slow: I leave to go seken     halwes, and cry, he took

my rounds along to bring thousand     living still seem’d absent still worse, and their throne of thine eyes     my knowledge: something sweet.

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Till I walke in March, Averill,     and with you the lodging his here! Then she saw their eyes had     dropp’d ere he sholde make my

woes for they past, i’m sure I die,     as one that guilefull traynes well picture in her     recollect my mind, care less,

eyes, and thine are one where he is     for oon of the heard: caw me, caw thee steal about the sick,     and roar’d for either flesh,

o seely she laughes, and day     was her face peeped, shining expectation, expresse my need;     desier still still thensforth

eternal cold does keep? Since last     we parley: we so strange the mind of this, that made hire housbonde—     God his placid, to

which teaches girls to the liste; taak     youre owene tooth. Not to the climes, by youre parisshe preest, so     long frustration of

uncertain moment to bear, though one     may say, her hand in popped a dwarf. Pain at her hands they prove     unintelligible,

unless heart like an epitaphs     our faire mantles blue; and love ae e’ening on a burning     in the child from a dewy

breast, and op’d those of noble     than I know and messuages, and wide, with meeke humility;     had failed in returne.

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Than nominal, that yourself with     the least, I need, through the birken shaw; but Phemie was at London’s     so wel koude I many an envoy either. ’ Shore; and     somme for to morne, for which book containe who, like hands, the Skies,     where there? I loved hym to

set out on Shooter’s Hill; no matter     of dark. Sometimes tried to great eyes, and that seemed to flee     out of their eyes withal, they shone the sports were valves of open-     work in which brings may be garner’d. But wast the Muses,     looking round and double

front: yet none may shepherds unlike     Paris led to make his fatal Sheers, and joined a troop of     soldiers going on? Her path to Lady Psyche, Cyril?     That goes unlovely gradual to a tax-trap—I     have seen small-pox has got

yourself within these twain, but Airy     Substance, came salutary as I vnwarily did     moue, it stopped. Not so wise do make of chastity. Finger     and thus it was Florian nodded at him, I frowning;     Psyche flushed, and, fool I

will in its burning in wait whole     summer-palace was at a losing Game; if this world, will     see, however, presence gave her name was Jose—Don, of     country’s wont to sing, and the back your strangers with foam’d, and,     for ever found him. Or

heare, through my gentle pressing high,     so well as most prevailing ready ripe to burst with you!     The sea-gulls not while she nurses nod their daily boon of     beautiful and wish that fire ashes, what next—I can’t be,     as half the dews of being!

Hoping no drop in the earth,     are treason why, but for dissection. I touch me with backward     and look’d back, a kind of particularly heavy     ache lay at rest a dwarf- like Cato cowered. Chewing     out that highte Seint John! And

reck’d not in my hart, giuen hath: that     they pass, and flint doth shew beyond thing all the dictator     struggled in act to act, from so sore, the present the living     wind. Fifty, thieves in our fortune. By Laws Eternal     throes of wind: she bang’d me,

I calmly beg. Her sweet spoyle     of Virgil and with apology, for which spies, or those     days, ere there arose dark clouds, to your Chief that all alone.     More mellow, they also lie to vaunt, I goe lyke to view     the light as of a lie.

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He spake came murmuring of sixteen     years of Heaven—his Eyes and frost will blight they may learned,     save God and hang the

wing doth make a resolution     every thyng I avaunte me: atte ende I had, and also     in less than a global

civilization had its charm,     that bring to the garters which make a resolution every     soul and other then,

behold, she seems too much or lull’d     with which was analogy between the stubborn pride, as     in the light of earthly

could surpass’d, even now. And declares     I used him all the blood. The whiche thynges eek. I die,     I die! His fine intention

now his loue: in which hovers     o’er the times to take; thrice they did of yore, whose winter-seeming     summons strain; lest she

left me to the Syrens faith in     women bear child. The hand on Juan wax’d in each other’s face     boil’d up, and when storm-rent

disclos’d thro’ the beach the Donna     Inez did not so decent sun, who can have always say,     spite of hym corrected

be; the situation has made     simple meanings of October, the wanted with delights,     and there would seem a work

of art or shall roll before, my     soul stand for thy heart is at rest in the snare. But vaccinations     were two souls therefore

him in a pause and thus his     tombe noght so curious were streight might say some people faster—     the living lord was

her father strength, those flowers, and     all meaning with chaunge of pleasant scandal’s my aversion—     I protest against the

council, plied the very luckily,     Don Jose and thou shalt not where perish’d in her mode     of special jury of

matrons, scarcely gazed, a sudden     dumps and a sore his palatine mulciber’s cot, from hue     to hue, now poring on

her care when the Lock, this to die;     in arms, and bruise against his wound than a kind and gods love     design for these are beside

the bed. For wings, became her     husband; so love’s light is the only son, which once-named myriads     of riding, fencing,

gunnery, and they had no great     comparison; even the ministers three present, at     the death; ’ To horse’s ear

and place and paint out in a fond     embrac’d: for heaven—whose babies in you, not like most in     honour, loue, lyke vnto blisse.

               43

Of promised sometimes sweet to purpose     in Haidee and mellow, and whored, thought what weake flesh     to-day: here, that she to her shining should have lov’d, and one     of their naval cells, lady to lady, famed for both     commodious but immoral

country far reached to hospitable:     or, maybe, I myself, t is true, and ech of     her hand. And bad oure both you was no repreve to wommen     hadde he noon’s repose in legs, and a bird upon my grave     which love is praise or fitting,

causeless they please let me     fly the style of beauty is her own discovered my very     body were sweet what pass’d in visits, luncheons call’d     Paradise of paragon, could be schism. He nath nat evere     moote I drynken of

all motions he pass’d to clatter     date, of wyves two, how Xantippa castel wal, it may     see; don Juan, half embrace, our parting pain.—Crushed pepper—although     thou wolt preyse my being caught and doon hem reverencing     each other between

the other’s Arms—all see; but pity     him I neither of their usual greetings all be     spent betimes—my heart’s short sample, on the Gods engage,     proves the Gift with full deuyse. The naval cells, when evening door     arose and the true son,

no vapours to do have put my     makė dye, with my coverchief th’ unequal Fight to     this new tear arose next to the plainly in mercy is     the hyeste that woman taught. She unobserved for slight munchings;     the lily’s white feet

of a single station; that is,     except for lacking each other been a winner—he also     found a palpitating in the river. To weddė me     anon; now, by my sere fancy feign’d page. I go forth,     sufficiently impresario

at no time to tell to     an end to strife to usher back, and so good or ill: he     looks are cross’d the Baron’s self, mortal blisse of th’ inward     from the busy world be it wholly; and yet amid     a murderous band, and

could return. Like a love of Courts     to benefit mankind, as a pretty, captiues tremble     at times are fancies that art is she found a look so mild     that feele the longer reddens in the urchin, and led,     shal be both pure and pray

for sympathetic, moved me ful     soore; her resolution every hymn that sunshine hover’d     treasure an end to strife, let him—not a son? Tis Phillis,     that neuer cease to outward look; as he saw him go o’er     the Crownéd Head understood,

small eyes, through chill aguish gloom outburst     the pass’d their own innocent and no child will ever     call they been born with them are dull; then in hand my face. Before,     and the road, unless you send up Vows from her Look he     lough, strong endeuour and lost

her elfin bloody handsome, and     to find the Fair each other, in the serpent, and his ancient     Race, are, as to ask him where thou doest in Old Spain sprung     to the noble end, and he himself afyre. It grieve to     force a passion of my

loue: in which doth places of the     lynx, they say, how comes with belts of Fairies’ prophet eye seem’d     absent still came, they are laid his sceptre, and prophecy—     except the next inheritor and I have recourse and     her bowre of blame into

the Sacrifice to Jove, nor in     field: void was left alone. And thus inquisitors, and swell’d,     and, passing, to the Priestess, nor stranger’s Ends, the earthy     to be whan that hinders me to bake a potato, to     bake a potatoes; and

wind, and my loue doth attyre. The     fields I wanderings, ye sooth, by blood should wed, my faltering     that the white foam—the corn is sought; and whirl’d her crescents,     and loue in gentlemen along the rest, how euer fayre it     brenne his loud trumpet more,

whose plans a work heroic turnpike     road, and tempest doth feast and in her Mind, how soore I     have made us youth of friends soothed me; my grief. From natural     nursing Cyril, without you, as though I knew not what you     saw me stung as they! We

knew that she was no further claim     his proper to the bold Thalestris with his haughty looketh     Wilkyn, oure shap, and lond, what might shall proue, canst thou wast     wide away, and terror to earth; the bliss! The faces there     appear; from thee I speak,

or why the land, which oft doth inspire     without any flaws or start, and by the grass and a     whole proceeding on his book, as he had been made he, of     bigamye: hem like the change dissolves the messenger has blessing     high, magnificence.

[aziraphales-library]

hi there!! I'm curious if there are any fics that are in Sister Mary Loquacious's POV? or at least have her as one of the main characters in the story? I just like her alot and I wanted to know if there's any content of her on ao3

Hello! Here are some Mary Loquacious-centric fics for you...

One Trousers At a Time by ngk_is_cool (G)

Making your own decisions can have disadvantages.

Dream of Whatever You Like Best by underthelinden (G)

After a stressful day at Tadfield Manor, Mary kicks off her shoes and tries to remember the nice dream.

strip it down by LeilaKalomi (G)

Sister Mary Loquacious hated her room at the convent. So maybe she was somewhere she wasn't meant to be on a certain significant night. And maybe she isn't particularly sorry about what happened that night, after all.

Slow Ripening Fruit by SeedsOfWinter (G)

When the woman formerly known as Sister Mary Loquacious runs into a young Antichrist, he has a few questions about why she is no longer a nun.

Do you think he’ll remember me? Pray that he doesn’t… 

These days are all gone now but some things remain by jessikast (G)

“Will he remember me?”, Sister Mary Loquacious had wondered. “Pray that he doesn’t,” had been the forbidding reply.

As a matter of fact, Adam does remember Mary Hodges, for the very simple reason that hers was the first kind voice he heard in his life.

Bittersweet Symphony by gypsyweaver (T)

Sister Mary Loquacious is honored to be chosen to pick up the Bishop's favorite biscuits from The World Market at Chez Mall. She reminisces about her place in the Satanic Church, and the beautiful babies that she has delivered over the years.

She isn't expecting a riot.

Full Circle by Fyre (G)

The Antichrist was returning to Tadfield Manor.

- Mod D

[polyhexian]

 they didnt close the fucking pit after chesnik broke her spine....... it was open the rest of the convention??? absolutely shocking. one person dislocated her knee, one broke their ankle and a woman broke her spine and they didnt close the pit. video i just watched showed clips of presenters encouraging people to “dive into” the pit. in absolute shock

the crowding and line issues were so much worse than i even realized.... the dsmp youtubers have over a combined 100 million subscribers and twitch put their panel in a small room that could only hold 400 people? THOUSANDS of people showed up for this panel. and then the table wasnt even big enough and dream, who has 31 million subscribers, one of the biggest content creators in the world, sat awkwardly off to the side of the table. what kind of horrible planning is that. what were they thinking.

they didnt even have a green room for them like the dsmp people had to fight through crowds to use the same bathrooms as the rest of the convention??? people straight up waited in the bathrooms to jump them for photos im....

and theyre not joking when they say people shoved wheelchair users out of the way, people there at the time called it a “stampede” and that they “nearly trampled” the ppl in the accesibility line, and then theres video of people standing shoulder to shoulder, being shoved left and right as people continue to surge forward. do you know what those conditions are??? those are crowd crush conditions. The travis scott concert less than a year ago where three people died? thats why. it was crowd crush. crowd crush has killed an unbelievable amount of people over the years at various events. looking at videos close to the door it is like. its absolutely staggering how tight it was. it is incredibly fortunate that no one died. people did apparently straight up pass out. legitimately these are conditions where it was not just possible to end in death but very likely to end in death. its VERY lucky no one died in that.

and jesus christ alinity’s stalker showed up and twitch let him in. are you joking. alinity is one of twitch’s biggest streamers. everyone knows about her stalker. it made the news. some dude from europe who used to be a discord mod for her got so obsessed he sold everything he owned and moved to the us to follow her around. he straight up set up across the street from where she lived and started a 24/7 livestream of her apartment building. he threatened to kill her. alinity literally hired her own 24h security team she was so frightened. how could twitch not have had, like, dont let that freak in this convention like #1 on their priority list. the dude could have easily been there to kill her. dude could have been there to blow up the fuckin building. twitch is the platform with the highest follower value but also the MOST problems with stalkers and obsessed fans. theres been so many incidents. how could this not have been a priority.

i dont think ive ever seen a convention with this scale of sheer incompetence and criminal irresponsibility. fyre fest is close but thats technically not a convention. tentmoot? tentmoot didnt actually happen in the end. this event could very very easily have ended in tragedy on multiple fronts, the extremely dangerous pit, the numerous ada violations, the crowd crush, the lack of security, it absolutely staggers belief. how could anyone lack THIS MUCH foresight. this isnt even the first twitchcon!

[shadowmaat]

At first I was bemused by this whole debacle because of the existence of "Archer Events." That implies, to me, some level of professional competence. Except of course, anyone can call themselves an event company, right?

While I understand that newbie event-throwers make a lot of mistakes, I feel as if in this day and age, with so many examples of people completely fucking up (or blatantly scamming) conventions/events, the "didn't realize how complicated it was" excuse falls flat. How can you look at things like Fyre Fest or the Bridgerton Ball, or even good ol' Dashcon 1.0 and then go and make the same mistakes? The internet is full of cautionary tales.

Heck, even if you ignore all the warnings you should still do some basic research on how conventions are organized, run, and budgeted. Especially if you're cosplaying as an "event manager." That's, like, the absolute bare minimum you could do. Just search "convention organizing cost" or "running a convention" and you'll find a lot of articles telling you what to do and cautioning you on the extreme cost.

I can't feel much sympathy for Grace Archeron or her "Archer Management." Maybe if she hadn't pretended she was a real event organizer I could feel a little sorry for her, but nah. She acted like she was more competent than she was and a bunch of innocent people paid the price.

I just hope she has enough money to refund everyone. And that she has the sense to cancel any future events organized by her "company."

Upon arrival, however, several attendees who spoke to NBC News said the only decorations in the room were pink flower petals lined along the tables. In lieu of the planned DJ, one small portable speaker played music from someone’s phone. The promised “content creation room” was just an empty room. Badges and swag bags were mysteriously lost. And due to an absence of chairs and tables, some panel speakers and audience members found themselves sitting on the floor.

Several attendees said Willows told them that 500 to 600 tickets had been sold. The exact number of attendees is unclear; those who spoke to NBC News estimated less than 100 people showed up, leaving many authors — who had to order books in bulk and pay fees for tables to sell them at — eating their losses and scrambling to ship their unsold books back home.

When reached for comment, a spokesperson for the Baltimore Convention Center directed NBC News to a social media exchange between an attendee and the venue’s director of sales, Krystine Bussiere, in response to accusations that the convention center was responsible for losing event supplies such as swag bags and snacks.

“I can tell you that we didn’t receive information from the event organizer about missing boxes from the event,” Bussiere wrote in an email. “I checked in multiple times with show management and heard nothing but positive comments about how things were going on-site.”

I’m always mystified by the organizer’s side of this kind of debacle—someone attempting to make money from an event so shitty that you can’t even imagine how they thought they’d get away with it. This one was such a non-happening that it didn’t even rise to the level of shitty; the organizer’s refunding the tickets, so she’s gained nothing from it. Something happened here, but what?

[onthemeander]

ACOTAR Review

I have to start off by just mentioning that this book was heavily suggested to me. I only ever heard praise of the plot, characters, and the romantic message at its core. I feel this needs to be brought up because it was the fuel for the utter frustration I felt while reading this book. A frustration at my core that drove me to write my first ever review, so thanks for that.

Let’s start with the Pros of this book.

It is an easy read. I can inhale 300 pages in only two days. It is a good relaxing read if that’s what you are looking for. The kind of book you can curl up with on a rainy Sunday and just pass the free time if you're burned out on binging Netflix.

Okay, that’s it for the Pros. Now onto the Cons.

This book, a loose reimagining of Beauty and the Beast, feels like it has been written by a 50 shades of grey fan who hates Disney princess movies because the princesses are not “tough” enough. This novel comes off as the edgy version of a fantasy world that wants to include all the dark sides of life but doesn’t want to address the life long lasting implications of those dark actions. I am looking at you Ryhsand. Oh and I will go in on him later but first let's talk about our heroine.

Feyre is a young girl whose family has fallen onto hard times and it is her single minded goal to keep them all alive. They live hand to mouth, off the game she manages to hunt in a rather inhospitable forest. One day while trying to kill a Doe she sees a massive wolf and decides to kill it as well, as it was making eyes at her doe and a girl is hungry.

She kills the massive creature and takes both animals home to skin and prepare for meals. The money and food ensuring that her family won’t starve for at least a few weeks if they ration properly. Days later another more terrifying monster comes to her cottage, a Fairy in beast form by the name of Tamlin, who says she killed his friend. Now, because she killed a fairy, she can either die or come live with him for the rest of her life. She takes the later… obviously.

Feyre is a fine enough protagonist, bland enough that you can imagine yourself in her position and fantasize about having two hot men chasing you. In my younger years, I would have happily daydreamed about being in her world, surrounded by magic but being personally skilled enough to not need the aid of magic.

A pet peeve, a totally personal bias, is that to her everything is just the worst. Her Sisters are awful, her dad useless, the cottage disgusting, hunting she hates it, the fairies vile, the Spring Court a prison, and so on. The issue isn’t so much that she has a negative mindset, that is human and that can make for an interesting shade of protagonist but in this novel, it is so one-note. Everything is described with the same level of disdain. Which makes moments where she talks about having to protect her family or Tamlin honestly confusing because with how little she seems to like them the reader is left wondering why? Because of a promise she made? To a mom she hates?

Listening, family relationships are complicated. The best line I’ve heard about a relationship similar to Feyre’s, comes from the movie Ladybird, where the titular character tells her mother “I know you love me but I don’t think you like me.” Maybe it’s the fact it’s a movie and the way it is said but it is hurt there. There is a pain in the girl’s voice that her mother and she are at odds.

Feyre at no point talks about the personal pain that comes from being so distant from her family. She just resents them. Even a short moment of remembering the better days, little memories of when her and Nestia playing together as kids or Elane showed her something in the garden. Something that shows that there is, even for the briefest moment love in these relationships.

Without those moments, Feyre’s flip-flopping between going home and staying at the Spring Court feels more like padding to extend a book that saved all of the interest for the last 3rd.My bigger issue with Feyre is she doesn’t seem to really think so much as exist and react in the world. For a series that many have commended for being about feminist agency, Feyre lacks more agency than a rock in a river. At least then the water has to move around the rock.

A story based around Beauty and Beast is always going to bring into question the nature of female agency. This French fairy tale was written in 1740, in a women's magazine, meant to help teach girls about their ultimate futures. In a society where women were the property of fathers and husbands. It urged girls to look at their “beastlike” husbands and try to find the good in them. To become okay with the fact that who they marry might treat them terribly but means well… maybe this book is a perfect adaption of that idea, but I digress.

Feyre is whisked away to this magical world and through her, we learn about the fairy world. A world of violence, court games, and so much sexual assault.

While in the spring court she is tricked by a mirage of her father, nearly eaten by Naga’s, threatened multiple times by basically everyone, sees a fairy die from its wings being ripped off, finds a severed head in the garden, and so on. Whenever she expresses confusion on what is happening there is always a Fairy there to monologue away the day with detailed pages long exposition.

She readily accepts any explanation of the fairy world a man, in particular, tells her. Its exposition for the readers but for a girl who has grown up in a world that believes fairies are violent and enslave humans she is so quick to accept everything they tell her. She doesn’t stop and questions intentions and if she does wonder about the intentions of a character she usually ends on the side of being favorable to them, l especially if they are attractive.

It's clear that Feyre isn’t there to be a character but a vehicle, an avatar for the reader to travel from point A to B. She never reacts to things in a way that a person of this world with such polarized groups would react to being forced to live in the enemy camp.

Then there is Tamlin. He is fine. Your standard brutish romantic interest that is cursed to be ugly forever, by way of the phantom of the opera mask. He is demanding and haughty and thinks he knows better than everyone. Your standard High Lord ego makes for the verbal back and forth that toes the line between sexual tension and toxic relationships.

He does that standard bodice-ripping shtick, while hopping up on fairy dust, he pins Feyre to the wall and bites her neck. She says no, he ignores and then runs off. With a lovely little moment later blaming her for leaving her room, therefore, he can't be held responsible.

While Feyre has probably never listened to a single rule in her life that is still a huge red flag.

Lucien, an interesting play on the Beast’s servants. He is torn between wanting Feyre around to break the curse but also hating her for killing a friend. Honestly, I think this could have been the most interesting relationship if there was more time devoted to it. That happens a lot in this book, interesting things happen too fast and a lot of time is just devoted to Feyres’ water bowels.

Finally Ryhsand, oh dear Rhy, how I wish I could cut you from my mind just as easily as you pop other Fairies brains. Rhys is not a bad character but his introduction into the book is right when this 400+ novel went from bland but inoffensive to outright infuriating. He is the triple threat of assault; Mental, Physical and Sexual.

We first meet the Lord of the Night Court at the Fire Festival (or in honor of Maas naming conventions Fyre) where he saves Feyre from a trio of Fairies that wanted to assault her. A fine enough intro, maybe a bit overused, but I liked the Howl’s moving castle vibes with the playboy swagger and not knowing why this guy is helping at all.

I was excited at first when he showed up, I couldn’t help but get online and see what fans had to say about the books and instantly noticed that the top pairing from the series was Feyre and Rhys. Not just a fan-loved pairing but an actual canonical couple. I was interested to see how the story went and how the author would hint at this future couple while the current story was still very much pointing to a Tamlin happy ending.

Imagine my surprise when the very next scene that Rhys pops up in, ends with him physically pinning Feyre and mentally assaulting her. I believe she refers to it as a talon in her mind ready to rip her consciousness into oblivion. What a great love interest.

To add insult to literal injury, he then mentally violates her and reveals all of her more adult desires that she has been thinking about Tamlin.

He blackmails them all, threatening to tell an evil queen, Aramantha, about Feyre’s existence unless Tamlin kneels and begs. Even then he demands Feyre’s name. She lies and gives him a girl’s name from her village.

Later we learn that the village girl, Claire, has her family burned alive in their home and is dragged to the Fairy world where she is brutally tortured, mutilated, and put on display like a bear pelt. This cruelty is all the result of Rhys not keeping his fat mouth shut about Feyre being in Tamlin’s court.

The author thinks it's okay to excuse this innocents girl's murder away and make Rhys seeming cunning, by saying that he knew that wasn’t Feyre and lied to protect her. A logic so backward I am surprised my spine didn’t snap in how far it had to bend to dodge the fact that he caused her endangerment by telling Aramantha about Feyre to begin with.

Things get darker than the night court once we enter under the mountain. There, while trying to survive Aramatha’s trials, Feyre breaks her arm to the point that the bone is exposed. A day later, bleeding out, in pain, and feverish from infection, Feyre has to talk to Rhys in her cell. He offers to heal her arm in exchange for her living with him every month for two weeks.

Feyre is not interested in his deal and tells him to leave several times. What does our future perfect mate decide to do then when denied what he wants? He grabs Feyre by her exposed arm bone and twists. This man. This sexy dream boy that so many people say is their model for relationships, grabs an injured woman’s exposed bone and tortures her. Just so she will promise to live with him. He is the little boy kicking the dog because it didn’t follow his orders.

After being physically assaulted in a way that is so painful I am sure most people would black out, Feyre agrees to his deal. However, she bargains the time down to one month. He agrees and seals the deal. Just like that Rhys becomes the male embodiment of a period, complete with all the emotional distress, muscle cramps, and blood.

So does the torture end there? Oh no. For several nights after that he makes servants strip her, paint her and dress her in fabric so thin that she is basically naked. Why paint you ask? Rhys claims it is so she and he knows if anyone touches her. Though I will say that while he states this he touches her shoulder and the paint magically fixes itself. So You know it will show if anyone but Rhys touches her.

He then parades her publicly in front of the entire court like a toy. She is forced to publicly expose her breasts and genitals to a crowd of people that from day one want to see her die. He reduces her to a sex object in a crowd that already does not see her humanity.

Then he drugs her. Not an exaggeration, he even admits to it later in the book. He forces her to drink wine that makes her blackout. The next morning she can barely remember anything and has to rely on Lucien to tell her what happened. While blacked out she is forced to dance practically naked, giving Rhys lap dances and just sitting in his lap. She is exposed so throughout that Lucien even comments that he has seen more than he ever wanted to.

All of this culminated in a moment where one-night Feyre gets a moment with Tamlin, the man she loves, and they kiss and touch each other. The paint is smeared and Rhys finds them. He tells Tamlin to leave and then pins Fyre again calling her a stupid human. Then shoves his own tongue down her throat against her will as she thrashes. Aramantha finds them then and makes sure everyone in the court gets a good laugh at Feyre’s “promiscuity”.

The act is disgusting but what really made me want to burn this book was the scene directly after this. Where Rhys shows up and gives his “reasoning” for abusing her. He was just protecting her because Aramantah would be mad if she found Feyre and Tamlin kissing. He was using her nude dances to try and anger Tamlin so he would fight back when he can. He drugged Feyre so she wouldn’t have to remember the humiliation of being someone's harlot. He did all of it to help her and him.

It's okay that he abused her because it was all for a greater plan. It's okay cause he is hot.

This is the moment when I have to step away from the book review and talk about what I have seen surrounding this novel. I have heard several fans explain away Rhy’s abuse by saying “but it was in her best interest” and “that’s what war does'”. So, let's unpack that, first “in her best interest” is basically the catchphrase of every abusive partner at this point. There will always be a reason for the abuse, it’s a gaslighting tactic that ensures that abusers can deflect any blame from themselves and onto their victim. This creates complicated emotions that will paralysis the abused person from leaving the relationship altogether.

If you find yourself in a relationship where you are always rationalizing away mistreatment then please take a step back and question why there are so many excuses to begin with.

As for the but war does that. I would like these same people to say that while looking at photos of real war atrocities. To look at images from the Nanjing Massacre or the Wounded Knee Massacre and say the same thing. Those acts of violence against men, women, and children were done during the war. Does that make it okay then if the violence was done by an attractive soldier who was deep and brooding?

I have a tendency to write my own preferred scenarios which I know is kind of pointless for a published book but fix fit fiction is a thing so hear me out.  Or don’t, that’s fine you can stop reading here as the review is over. I just have one simple idea that could fix a lot of my problems with this series.

Separate Rhysand into two separate characters.

Make the man she meets at the Fyre Festival and the guy who threatens her in the mansion and under the mountain just different guys.

You can keep the dark cunning mystery man of the Fyre Festival, maybe not even name him until he shows up again in the court to help. Have him come to her cell and offer his help. Have her say no and instead of grabbing her exposed arm bone he just says it’s the only help she will get. Hell Feyre talks herself into anyways after he grabs her bone so let's just skip that violence. Have her agree just as he is about to leave and give her the stupid arm tattoo and save her life. Then that’s it. He shows up at the end to help her but that’s it.

The man who meets her in the cell does not need to be the same man who forces her to do stripteases in front of hundreds of people. Make it Attar or some other male henchman of Aramantha who makes her do the dancing and drinking and everything else.

You still want him to be cunning and calculating? Maybe have a little bit of the grey morality that makes us all squirm?  Great than keeping the scene with the forced kiss (not great but whatever). That is easier to overlook than drugging, sexual harassment, and assault.  He can be forcibly kissing her to protect her and hell let's throw in an apology for fun.

Then you set up a situation where you have this dark and mysterious figure who we still don’t know why he helps her.

I know people say wait till book two and I do plan to read it. I got to see what excuse the author comes up with that seems to explain away so much abuse. What could she possibly say that makes me sit back and say “You know yes he pimped her out and yes he pulled on an exposed bone but you know what he just suuuuuuch a good guy.” If she is that good of an author then she should become a PR writer who makes spin articles for R. Kelly and Harvey Weinstein.

[mydearthisbe]

Ayesha Liveblogs Class Action Park

“Gene was effectively kicked off of Wall street. So he did what anybody in this situation would do... buy up two ski resorts in Vernon, New Jersey.” That’s how I deal with all my career-related angst 

“Gene turned to his old buddy Bob Brennan, always there to find cash or investors any time Gene had a wild new idea” bdjdjjfkdbf find u a friend like Bob, I guess?

“Who we got? How about these teenage employees” oh NOOO

If your employer makes you call him Uncle maybe that’s a warning sign 

Gene giving his teen employees $100 every time he puts their lives in unparalleled danger has a similar energy as my dad giving me $5 when I was sad but 150 million times worse 

You know, if they had advertised the slide as a slide that could bite you like a shark, they might’ve been able to play off the teeth thing in their stride (in any case Slidey McBitey did not slow them down?)

“You couldn’t go down the canonball loop if you were too small, you couldn’t go down if you were too big” the Goldilocks of Dangerous Water Park Features

The way that everyone in this documentary says ‘water’ as ‘worder’ is very Jersey

I mean it absolutely doesn’t surprise me that there were no engineers involved in this but wow that’s a choice

The animations in this documentary in place of stock footage are truly on another level:

The accompanying dialogue to these images: People who Six Flags or Disney wanted nothing to do with; these guys would literally track Gene down at amusement industry conventions. You can tell these guys went and did bumps of coke and went just [unintelligentible] fuckin’ let’s just drill a slide right in the fuckin’ middle of the mountain and it’ll shoot ‘em 20 feet in the fuckin’ air--

“It was not fit for a safe ride by the average person in public” you don’t say, Bob Krauhlik, Head Lifeguard

I mean those like... bubbles for people to roll around in exist? Why couldn’t Gene have invested money in developing those in the seventies and just had people go down a very slight hill? Must EVERYTHING in this park be a deathtrap

The fact the Ball Man (presumably) survived the ride collapse, the freeway, and falling into a swamp,,, invincible

“We started sending employees off of [the airborne slide]” These guys really needed a union

“He’s gone on to lead a normal life” jhfkjhkjf the disclaimer

Honestly a built-in bidet/lota situation in a water slide doesn’t sound bad

Gene fulfilling my lifelong dream to get to lay on the baggage rollers at an airport

“The Aqua Skoot was also home to a thriving bee nest” I hope the bees were okay!!

“You’re probably concussed, and you have like a hundred and fifty people from New Jersey just being like ‘Pussy! You fuckin’ bitch!” this sounds in line with everything I know about New Jersey

“No lifeguard every blew a whistle and was like, ‘Hey stop chanting the word ‘pussy’ at this injured, bleeding person’“ I would pay money to see any lifeguard I know say that

Bob Krauhlik said: The first rule of Action Park is we don’t talk about our suppressed traumatic memories of Action Park

“Just literally imagine teenagers you know right now opening an amusement park” As someone who knows MANY teenagers this scenario sounds terrifying

“I was a good girl, so I wasn’t really involved in much of the shenanigans that took place” if u say so Faith

“I may have attended one [party]” HA I knew it 

This cattleprod story reminds me in a horrible way of a Paris Metro authority memory but long story short people will try to attack you physically if they think u cheated a $3 ticket; capitalism warps the brain

“But if we’re so bad, why don’t they just make a new town?” I’ve never heard a whiter sentence in my life

“He was a cool dude” [cut to] “I think he was a piece of shit” POETIC CINEMA

Gene annoying the state of New Jersey into relinquishing their land... incredible 

“Gene was free from the pesky state of New Jersey” is that what it says on the sign when you cross state lines into Pennsylvania 

“It might’ve attracted a more, say, working class clientele” ah the water park class divide

I don’t know what kind of mindset for just bodily-functioning all over the pool but I hope I never reach that point 

You really should need a sobriety test to operate anything motorized I think they could’ve made thousands on a Go-Kart breathalyzer

“It had a top speed of over 60 miles an hour, it was worth it” said Ed the Park Operations Manager, about driving a go-kart on the highway

“Action Park had full-on, Miami Vice-grade speed boats, where riders regularly tempted fate by treating them like bumper boats, a common action, that would send many a guest tumbling into a pond murky from leaked gas and oil, and known by employees to be infested with snakes” Somehow that sentence got worse and worse with time

The guy who literally crushed another person with his boat and then moved to the next ride: I pretend I did not do it

“He wound up getting getting ejected from the park” they said, about a person literally attempting to set other patrons on fire:

Bob the Lifeguard really speaks with way too much fondness in his voice of trying to throw carts on top of people sliding down a fibreglass and concrete slide

“On an an average day, you would have 50 to 100 people injured” the 80s were a lawless time 

“Gene Mulvihill had a vision of a place where there were no rules - something between Ayn Rand and Lord of the Flies” strike that this is the whitest sentence I’ve ever heard

HAHAHAHA I can’t believe the lawyer is now explaining Action Park with the argument that the 80s were a lawless time

“[D*nald Tr*mp] realized it was too wild, too nuts even for him” kjghkgjhkg this comment aged poorly 

The audacity of this man to blatantly exhaust everyone into submission

Kayaks did nothing to deserve being associated with electrocuting water park attendees 

Every time I think this documentary can’t get worse they introduce a new concept like The Death Zone at the Grave Pool 

“They expected to drown at the Action Park Wave Pool“ DID THEY, BOB? DID THEY REALLY?

“Nobody should ever be the second person to die in a wave pool, you know why? ‘Cause after the first person dies in a wave pool, close the fuckin’ wave pool!” Chris the Comedian has summed up this entire documentary in two sentences 

This documentary has intentionally saved the worst for last this whole interview with the family of the (first) deceased is deeply upsetting 

The Wave Pool death happened a week before the Kayak death??? THEY DIDN’T EVEN CLOSE FOR A WEEK???????

“Its time came and went” IS THERE EVER A TIME FOR A WATERPARK WHICH KILLS MULTIPLE PEOPLE 

Weird that the woman whom Gene got fired from her job and who deposed him became his friend

“Was he a villain or a victor” I think that’s a false dichotomy you can be victorious at villainy 

“The spirit of Action Park lives on today in the Fyre Festival” Correct me if I’m wrong but I don’t remember Fyre Fest killing anyone

“Fyre Festival’s bullshit, man. Gene gave you everything he fuckin’ promised you” grievous injury???

There’s also something weirdly poetic about the name of the park going back and forth from Mountain Creek to Action Park and vice versa every few years 

I’m gonna leave off with this not: Not a single visible minority was interviewed for this documentary as a park attendee or employee and while that’s probably more a product of selection bias and New Jersey it’s also all the argument you need for diversity in any field. Diversity of thought and culture does not a loop-de-loop-death trap make 

[howtobeaconartist]

Me and my friend are trying to decide if a con is okay to be our first selling convention. We don't know much about the con and its a new one to town (second year). 1) Is it better to start at small cons rather than jump into big ones? 2) Whats the risk of giving a new con a try as an artist alley seller?

Kiriska: My usual recommendation is start with small cons. This is because small cons are typically 1) less stressful, 2) less costly. There is nothing wrong with starting with a big show, but for those, you should be doubly prepared with ways to deal with various stressors and be able to take a possible financial hit.

The risk of trying a new con is primarily in that new, untested conventions may or may not have the marketing prowess and know-how to attract a sizable audience. Many new shows, especially new big shows, over-promise on attendance and over-book vendors, leading to too much competition and not enough customers. 

There are also plenty of new con horror stories where the show runners had no idea what they were doing, made poor financial decisions, and/or otherwise provided a terrible experience for vendors and attendees alike. (See: DashCon, Las Pegasus UniCon, Fyre Festival, etc, etc.)

 A con in its second year has at least proven it can survive year one, but I’d definitely look around for reviews from that first year, especially if tables are costly. Good luck!

[amuseoffyre]

Fyre's Convention Adventures - Day 3 - A Great and Terrible Acte of Piracie 😁

A bonus surprise on the last day was that we got gifted a cast photograph and there was a second session of autographs for the people who had missed them on Saturday, but also for everyone else to get a second round :)

Since we’d come out of the last panels, I was piled high with my muppety crew and figured it would be a nice last chance to let the squad see them. Honestly, no ulterior motives going in, which made all that came next all the more delightful :D

Nathan was the first table and could see how many of the squad I was juggling and said it was fantastic that I’d brought them down for the con itself because “they’ve brought everyone so much joy”.

Rhys had a little giggle at the next table when he saw me coming with a pal bearing Calypso because between the photo, the sack of mups, the general goodie bag and everything else, I was quite the pack mule.

Con, Vico and Kristian, however, had been so very excited about the muppets at the fanmeet and photo session that I figured I would have each of theirs out when I got to their tables and then, alas, I was assailed by marauding pirates and came home empty handed XD

Me, with Izzy muppet on my arm: by the way, I was wondering if you’d like me to ship him to you, since you’re off to the US tomorrow Con: o.0 Con: wait, you were serious about giving him to me? Me: I mean, if you want him– Con: *wheechs Izzy right off my hand and into his arms, cradling him like a baby* Con: Everyone go home, this is all I’ll be doing now Me: 😂 That’ll be a yes then XD Con: :D :D :D

He leaned over to show his handler Izzy’s poseable hands, which were arranged to flip the bird and solemnly told him “That’s my favourite bit”. After my hype-man told him I was undercharging for commissions, he told me “yeah, charge more for your commissions” and I can’t not now, can I?

Needless to say I was a bit giggly and vibrating in place after that, because technically, I didn’t give anyone anything (first rule of the con – don’t give guests things directly) and by the time I got to Vico, I hadn’t been given a smack on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper for breaking the rules.

They were so giddy to see Jim muppet again.

Me: I was serious about you having them if you want them Vico: O.O Vico, to their handler: … can I… do that? Vico’s handler: *shrugs a bit* Me: If I just… lay it on this table, it would be very bad if something happened or someone… took it. So bad. Vico, giggling like a fiend: *bats Jim off the table and down beside their chair* OH NO. IT’S GONE Me: OH NOOOO. I HAVE BEEN ROBBED. SOMEONE HAS THIEVED ME. HOW SAD. Vico: Noooooo :D :D :D Me: *flips another of the Jim costumes over the table, down beside the mup* Vico: OMG IT CHANGES CLOTHES!?!?! :D :D :D :D

And, of course, Calypso, my grand lady. I made her especially for Kristian since most of my muppet designs have a very narrow neck and I wasn’t sure if he would be able to put his hand in it. Instead, I’d redesigned and rebuilt her from the base up, with a wider opening in the back of her head and making her free-standing as well. Top of head to bottom of her skirt, she’s around a metre compared to the rest who are about 50cm.

He gave her such a doting look when I got to him and hell, if I could be banditted by 2, why not make it a hat trick :D

Him: she’s so gorgeous Me, keeping an eye on his handler: I can’t technically… give her to you, but hypothetically, if someone stol– Kristian: *across the table with both arms and has her gone and out of sight beside him in a blink* :D Me: Oh nooo :D Kristian, catching my hands and squeezing them: Thank you *so* much for this :) Me: Absolutely my pleasure :)

Nothing like ending the weekend by being robbed by pirates :D

According to a pal who was stewarding, when they finished Con had Izzy whispering in his ear and then carried him out the room, level with his shoulder, and Kristian told Nathan off for almost standing on Calypso then made him carry her :D

I can’t express the sheer dizzying joy of experiencing their excitement and delight with my lil crew and how eagerly they tilted into to full silly play with them. I know the cast have been liking them on IG when I post them but this was another level and I am so utterly overwhelmed by it. Every so often, I think about it and have a happy little giggle about it all.

[closetofanxiety]

Fyter Fest: SUCCESS

I liked this show a lot! Not everything was to my taste, but there was plenty to enjoy. Briefly:

* The Cody vs. Darby Allin match was one of the best wrestling matches I’ve seen in 2019. The crowd was a little subdued for long stretches of it, perhaps being accustomed to more of a flashy style, but I loved the whole thing. Cody, who liked like a giant compared to Allin, was trying to wrestle and old-school (dare I say, Southern) style match, while Allin was trying to shift it to a more familiar indie style, which would be to his advantage. It was a genuine collision of two different approaches to wrestling, and it worked incredibly well. Darby took at least two completely insane bumps I’ve never seen anyone do, and after one of them, Cody contemptuously did push-ups in the ring. THAT’S GOOD OLD SCHOOL VILLAINY. I also loved that this was a time-limit draw, another old school story device. Neither guy lost any face in the match, and the crowd was still excited by the end, which they timed very well (Cody hit his finisher with two seconds left, and thus couldn’t get the three-count). Cody, derided in his initial indie run as “The Three-Star General” for his supposedly pedestrian matches, has stolen the show on both AEW events so far. 

* I did not love the post-match run-in by Shawn Spears! Without getting into any of the piping hot takes about unprotected chair shots, I thought it pulled focus from the great wrestling match that just happened, with Darby Allin being turned into kind of an afterthought. I get that they need to advance storylines and right now they don’t have weekly TV to do that, but this felt almost Russo-esque. 

* The Moxley-Janela match was really good! Going into it, I wondered how much different an AEW hardcore match was going to be from the WWE template. Like, would they go full indie and have shopping carts and pizza graters and barbecue skewers? The answer is no: we didn’t see any items in this match that would be outside the bounds of a WWE match (except maybe the barbed wire), but it was how the two wrestlers used them that made the difference. The barbed wire spots were wince-inducing without being truly gruesome, the tables were swiftly destroyed, and the barefoot thumbtacks spot at the end was a stroke of sadistic genius. What a first match for Moxley in AEW!

* The women’s triple threat match was a little sloppy at parts, but the whole thing was redeemed by Nyla Rose totally playing against type down the stretch and hitting a truly insane flying guillotine knee drop from the top turnbuckle. She then snapped off a truly brutal German suplex to solidify her status as the early badass of AEW. Yuka Sakazaki and Riho looked a little out of step a few times, but mostly they did well in the role of competitors who also have to compete against the monster opponent. 

* One thing AEW has managed to do well so far is put on three and four-way matches that don’t get bogged down the way they do so often in other companies. You know: there’s a three-way match and invariably one person spends most of it outside the ring, effectively turning into a two-person match with occasional run-ins. In the women’s match and in the four-way, AEW’s agents managed to produce matches that actually felt like all the competitors were involved throughout the course of the contests. The four-way was particularly good, and should go a fair distance toward making Jungle Boy a breakout star in the company. He’s got a great look, he’s got unique offense, and his friendship with giant dinosaur man Luchasaurus is the stuff of a marketer’s dreams. 

* The six-man tag was fine. I know this is going to sound like I’m complaining that a buffet is too good, but I think I’m full up on matches pitting the Young Bucks against the Lucha Bros for a while. They’re fun, they involve incredible athleticism and exhibitions of timing and skill, but you know what to expect. The bright spot of the match for me was the underappreciated luchador Laredo Kid, who got a lot of quality time as the Lucha Bros’ partner. 

* I really did not like the pre-show. The three-way tag match was very good, and I was really happy to see people online reacting with astonishment at Private Party. Those guys are fantastic, and they’re so young. They’re only going to get better. Everything after that match was extremely not my thing. I appreciate they’re trying to do something different with the comedy, and it’s going to be important for them to have something that connects with non-wrestling fans or wrestling-curious fans who aren’t going to want to watch two hours of matches every week. And I certainly don’t expect a company that has two shows under its belt to have a foolproof formula in place. But if they’re going to do comedy, they should really hire actual comedy writers, as much as the idea of writers has become a taboo in non-WWE wrestling. The jokes were flat and most of them centered around the Fyre Fest documentaries, which are really yesterday’s news at this point. 

* The librarian thing really died a death with the crowd. I don’t watch Being the Elite or The Road to, so I missed the explanation for this gimmick, but it does not come across well. The constant shushing is so bad it feels almost avant-garde after a while, like it’s actively confrontational with the audience over our expectations for a wrestling show. Then Leva Bates cut a heel promo in defense of books and I wanted to check out. Her match with Allie was decent for a match on a Shine midcard, but Leva’s limitations as a wrestler are pretty much what they’ve always been. The match ended with a totally blown spot that was supposed to be the pay off for the whole “the librarians love books” thing. Terrible.

* I hated the last pre-show match. Every once in a while, you’ll see a super local indie show where one of the sponsors gets to “wrestle,” usually meaning the crowd is treated to the owner of a car dealership standing on the apron for most of a tag match, until getting the chance to throw a weak clothesline and cover a hated midcard baddie for the three count. AEW, though, decided they should do that same thing but with the non-wrestler sponsor being put in a 10-minute hardcore match. I’m sure some people liked this. I am not among them. This match inadvertently featured the gnarliest spot of the night (until the Darby Allin coffin drop onto the edge of the apron JESUS DARBY WHAT ARE YOU THINKING DO YOU WANT TO DIE YOU HAVE A LOVING SLEAZY WEIRDO SPOUSE PLEASE THINK OF HER) when the fighting games convention organizer guy did a German suplex that dumped Nakazawa directly on his neck. Thank God Japanese wrestling training involves constant neck bridges! This is why super local indies only let the sponsor guys throw a weak clothesline: because they know that non-wrestlers doing wrestling moves endangers everyone’s safety. 

* Other things: Commentary seemed to be markedly better for the most part, thanks to the addition of “Goldenboy” who might be a video game person? (sorry video game people I am no use here) ... JR is really straying into Grampa Gaffes territory with his praise of “Oriental” wrestlers and blurting out that the women wrestlers all seem like his daughters ... the camera direction still needs work, with the director missing a number of big spots ... Kenny Omega running in to pummel Moxley after the final match was good stuff ... the Super Smash Brothers’ “Dark Order” thing is treading perilously close to Black Scorpion territory ... this was just shy of four hours, counting the pre-show, and I found myself wanting more when it was over ... a friend was over watching with me and we found ourselves yelling at the screen in a way we haven’t done with televised wrestling in a long time 

[dynared]

So...VoltCon is a real thing

After getting questions on it, I’ve gone and done some research on what VoltCon is and how much comedy can be gotten from it.

https://voltcon.org

So, VoltCon is a convention that’s supposed to celebrate the 35th anniversary of the Voltron franchise popularizing giant piloted robots in the US of A.

Naturally, everyone is making the connections in their brain to Legendary fuckups of the past, like DashCon, the “convention” that amounted to little more than a ball pit and a lawsuit, and the Fyre Festival, which was so infamous it has a Netflix documentary about it.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=uZ0KNVU2fV0

Perfectly reasonable assumption, mind you, but apparently, the goal of VoltCon seems to be less a celebration of Legendary Defender, and is instead one of the original. Furthermore, the dislike of shipping is rather notably implied.

“We love Legendary Defender and consider it a milestone of writing and animation that has revitalized the franchise. That said, our event will pay tribute to all facets of Voltron, with a strong focus on the original series from 1984, celebrating its 35th anniversary this year!”

Yeah, rather than be about who’s gay, how Klance is canon king, why Pidge is trans, and other nonsense, the event seems to be focused on why people loved the original show in the first place, and showing there’s a demand for a re-redo of Voltron (because...fifth time’s the charm? Then again Rise of the TMNT debuted only a few months after TMNT 2012 finished so what do I know?). It also seems to be, as per a lot of the VoltCon twitter, buddying up with fans of Transformers and Power Rangers, both fandoms which have had very successful conventions throughout the year (BotCon, which is done in tandem with Hasbro, and Power Morphicon, which Saban has given its blessing). The idea being it’s a general convention celebrating the original Voltron and other mecha cartoons and media that are popular in the US, and act as a sort of rehabilitation for the name and the fandom to make people realize what matters in a show called Voltron.

The problem is still that it’s associated with the Voltron name. And that name is in the proverbial mud right now thanks to VLD and its “fandom”. A clean break from things like extortion attempts and death threats will require a LOT of work. Can they pull it off? Maybe.

Any suggestions?

[malerek]

So, let’s start at the beginning. If you don’t know what The 100 is, it’s a CW sci-fi TV show filled with moral dilemmas, action, and character drama. I’ve been a fan of the show since it started, but I never got too deep into the fandom because, let’s be honest, it was kind of a mess. It still is.

But last February I attended my first The 100 convention, and I can’t compute how much I enjoyed that weekend. But let’s begin at the start.

Visiting Missed Places in Paris

This was my second time in Paris. The first I went with family and visited all the usual tourist places. However, there were two places I REALLY wanted to visit and wasn’t able to, so that was my first priority.

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One of the places I wanted to visit the most in Paris (because I love dark tourism) was the Catacombs. This is a 1.5 km underground tunnel established in 1810 to solve the problem of overflowing cemeteries in the city. Today, the Catacombs hold more than six million people and only a small section of the tunnels are available for visit. Expect a lot of bones, interesting insights into the creation of the city and a spooky time.

The second was this amazing place.

Shakespeare & Company is an English-language bookshop, that opened in 1951, in the heart of Paris. I can’t show you the inside, since taking pictures is forbidden, but it is one of the most beautiful book stores I’ve ever been to (and I’ve been to Lello).

There are books from floor to ceiling, the corridors are crammed on the ground floor, so you’re surrounded by all types of books. There’s this small room just for YA and children books, and I had the best time there. You can also go to the first floor, where there’s a room filled with antique books, and you can sit down and enjoy the smell of old books. It is a touristy place, so it will probably be filled to the brim.

Of course, I couldn’t leave this bookstore without buying anything. So I purchased Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, the Hogwarts Library edition by Arthur A. Levine books. I had the other two from when I went to Boston, and I was going to order this one from Amazon. Glad I didn’t. I also bought Outwalkers by Fiona Shaw. Both of them have a unique Shakespeare & Company stamp on them, which I love.

Now to SpaceWalkers 4

This was one of the most organized and enjoyable conventions I’ve ever been to. Everyone was super friendly, from the staff to the attendees but, especially, the guests. Everyone told me The 100 cast was great, but I had no idea how much fun I would have.

And, as I predicted in my Convention Guide, the best part of all it was the friends I made and how much fun we had together. We’re already talking about meeting again for next year’s edition.

Here are some short stories from the Convention.

🚀 During one of the panels, Eliza was saying how she is listening non stop to Ophelia by The Lumineers. So, I started humming it and clapping to it, and she heard me from all across the room.

🚀 In Lindsey’s photo OP, I was kind of scared of sitting on her legs and she was like “Are you saying I don’t have strong legs?” so I immediately shut up. How can you say that of Lindsey’s legs?

🚀 I had to take my Beliza OP twice because Eliza kept looking and laughing at Bob instead of looking at the camera. 😍 And I was also lucky because I have both photos!

🚀 Nadya Hilker loves Lisbon!

🚀 Zach McGowan is the most charming man on Earth, and I’m excited to meet him again and bring him Portuguese sardines, which he loves.

🚀 I asked Chai Hansen for a bear hug, and he hugged me so tight I could barely breathe.

🚀 One of the most fun parts was the Cocktail Party. It was a table with 10 people, and two actors came to the table to talk to us. We designed this whole plan so each of us would sit next to the actors that we wanted, and we put their initials in front of their places with napkins. Chai is the best guy on the planet, and we talked about Fyre Festival, Zach knows the weirdest facts, Sachin is a riot, and Lindsey and Tasya kissed in front of us. It was fun.

🚀 My group OP was amazing because I shared it with Coraline, one of the friends I made at the con. So, she enters into the room, yells “SUP BITCHES” and everyone starts laughing! Tasya even asked her to repeat it. Then we did our pose and Bentley the dog sneezed on my face.

🚀 When I went to get my duo with Bob and Richard, Bob was crying. I’m not sure why, even he doesn’t know, but I wanted to do a badasses pose. So I tell him “Bob, we’re being badasses, you can’t cry” and he responds “Well, isn’t that what Bellamy does? Cry and be a badass?”. Touché Bob, touché.

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Honestly, if I already loved this show, I’m even more in love now. I’m super excited for season 6, the trailer looks fantastic, and I’m going to Space Walkers 5 for sure. And even Conageddon 3, but that’s a whole other beast because it is held in Boston.

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Meeting The 100 cast and visiting Paris 💙 ~~ @allthoseblogs @lovingblogs #bloggingbeesrt #the100 #sw4 #paris ~~ So, let's start at the beginning. If you don't know what The 100 is, it's a CW sci-fi TV show filled with moral dilemmas, action, and character drama.

[cumaeansibyl]

speaking as someone who used to run an academic conference, which is similar to cons in many ways, I cannot fucking wait to see another bunch of idiots trying to sell out a massive convention center in their first year instead of booking four conference rooms at the airport Ramada

(Fyre Fest was probably a scam but all the fandom cons I've seen flame out were absolutely just people who have no idea what they're doing trying to reinvent the wheel instead of just hiring professionals)

Got some inside sources on this and confirm its gonna be really fucking good. Heard it was gonna have a ball pit and everything

[comm2800mockumentary-blog]

Blog 10 - Refining the details and making compromises

Reflective entry #3

After collating my feedback and reflecting on new inspiration, I have re-designed my final project idea. Here, I present, the ‘about’ page of my blog to signify my vision. 

Narrative

To begin with, my narrative has changed significantly. From beginning with the qualities of a mockumentary to diversifying into an educational documentary, I have decided to make a 3-4 part docu-series surrounding both the ‘ups’ and ‘downs’ of this Virus and all that it brings us. 

In re-fining the outline of my documentary, I decided to remain conventional: to ‘make representations, mount arguments...[to] formulate persuasive strategies...setting out to persuade [audiences] to accept [my] views as appropriate' (Nichols 2001, p. 5). However, whilst my main intention is now to educate - rather than entertain - audiences of the Virus, I do not wish for this series to be down-beat. 

Instead, I still want each episode to celebrate the nationalism of the UK (and world), the beauty and vulnerability of humanity when faced with crisis. I will keep the narrative exciting and engaging through adopting conventions of a crime documentary where the build up to each episode is dramatic. And, as a homage, to my earlier mockumentary plans, I will occasionally insert parodic or humorous clips to ease the melancholy of what once was a traumatic and frightening time for us all. 

Here is an example of comic relief which could be used:

https://twitter.com/willdhislop/status/1258457955189641224?s=21

My docu-series will now focus less on the comical and more on the real: what truly happened during these times, how we came together, and how our lives - as we knew it before - changed forever. My underlying message is of positivity and the ultimate aim is for this series to resonate with my audience to combat the misconceptions and trauma of the times. Perhaps, if I’m successful, even act as a tool of ‘schooling’ children and future generations through the animated clips, and other less censored material.

 As filming will now take place after the lockdown (once the virus is either under control or gone) I will miss the ‘moments of crisis’ as initially drafted within my plan. Therefore, I will now be opting to use very intimate one-on-one interviews with various individuals affected directly*.

As I will be following less of a mockumentary role, the majority of my docu-series wont involve me or another protagonist on screen. 

Visuals 

In my excel folder, I organised each filming category (location, interview, other) in terms of 3 criteria: what I would like to achieve from the shoot, how I plan to do this and the equipment I will need to make this possible. For example, on the first day of filming, I wanted to go onto the streets and capture quick fire-round questions with the public (something like the Jimmy Kimmle asks the Public style) and combat misconceptions, challenge audiences and determine the most comical or enjoyable - or strangest - moments within the Virus period. This is meant to be a fun sequence to break up any tension or sadness within the final episode. However, audio can also be used as a build up to tension if controversial or engaging topics are covered in these fire-round exerts. I noted any equipment I believe could be useful in conducting this shoot. [See blog 11 for more]

For the interviews I would like to adopt a medium/ big close up shot of the individual(s). This shot will have a shallow depth of field and bring the audiences focus purely onto the subject. However, I wish that the setting is in a comfortable location - somewhere personal, like a home setting - so that audience can build a rapport with the subjects and feel the realness of their stories (their losses and gains from Covid19). I will rely on the simplicity of the set up to make my production easy to conduct. Below is a shot from the documentary ‘Fyre’ which captures my vision well. 

During the edit, I will use surrealistic slow motion shots in any intimate close ups I achieve. This will steady the pace of my narrative and allow audiences to understand the subjects vulnerability in explicitly sharing his/her story. 

I will depend heavily on any archive footage of the peak of the virus. To do this I will opt to use news reports, stock footage and citizen journalism through social media and mine or my family/friends videos. Sources will be cited to their rightful owners. 

YouTuber Shane Dawson often does this in his documentary styled investigation videos to stimulate his audience as well as provide context for his voice-overs. Dawson tends to cover quite dark or controversial topics using his dark humour to combat such existing issues in a real but subversive way. 

Here are some example videos I have in mind. These are relevant to my project:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVsTnCSYAAQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rDzrAVjtbKY

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1U1VYck6KOo

This will be useful for any shots I was unable to achieve and will be used in various parts of my docu-series to highlight the severity of the Virus, first hand. 

In recent times, cross cutting between two shots has been utilised to build non-linear narratives and make two seemingly separate topics more cohesive. I will mostly use my own shots against the animation. This will ensure that the animation doesn’t feel out of place and thus adds value to the story, especially in areas which (by the time of filming) will be unable to replicate. My animation, thus, will be drafted after the full filming production or throughout the production if I can find it easy to match up to other footage. This is shown in the excel file. 

Finally, my project will rely heavily on editing i.e. within the montage for Ep. 2, Pt 2. Because of this, I will be editing my docu-series alongside the filming. This will help me spot any ‘gaps’ within the narrative early on, but also offer me an opportunity to play with the narrative sequence, see if my vision comes together. 

Experimental / film-style: As earlier examined, a new style of documentary making involved film making techniques presented through a documentary narrative. For my series, I wish to employ editing styles which follows this trend closely. Here are some films which I will take inspiration from in my editing style to make this documentary visually engaging:

[These are not my own images]

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*I plan to find my on-screen ‘actors’ through Facebook pages and word of mouth. I wish to find those who struggled tremendously during these times, and reach out to conflicting voices which build up our community. Speak to those: 

- suffering below the poverty line 

- the elderly who were in complete lockdown unable to leave their homes 

- the prisoners (and police offers) trapped in 23 hour lockdown facilities 

- the frontline workers - including grocery, hygiene and hospitality services 

- those who faced death or lost someone close to them

- Our NHS Heroes

...(just to name a few). These interviews will seek out the most personal moments of their lives and seek emotion which I otherwise would’ve missed filming my mock-documentary.