#ITS TYE OPPOSITE

[gojoest]

I CANT BELIEVE HE SAID THIS

[androcola2]

I think later in life mike gets a lot of pity cast onto him from others when he says he doesn't work and is a home maker.

well. some people aren't nice cuz people tend to hate others who don't work, but I think others tend to pity him because he's a man and should be out working and it's just so sad that he stays at home all day cooking and cleaning. and for quite a few years mike was depressed over the life he lead, but eventually started viewing it in a different way and makes peace with it. he likes that he can have his friends come home to a clean home and dinner on the table. he really ends up in the life he said he'd never have when he was younger, and he's okay with it.

although he probably does get lonely throughout the day. with peter and davy working at the school and micky back as a mechanic, he has whole days by himself and it's not the way it used to be and it makes him sad sometimes, but he tries to keep his head up and know that it's for the better of all of them and it's much more steady income now that they're getting older

[opal-owl-flight]

Edge of Chaos.

Remember how 4 gave herself up to Overlorder in my SO interp...what if 3 gives themself up to a chaotic entity?

Uhhh "side Chaos" type what-if situation bc I was inspired by fucking Lego Monkey Kid of all things. Deets below! (And LMK ending/spoilers for those who watch.) Its VERY ALL OVER THE PLACE FORGIVE ME

"Listen, listen. I am the light outside your dark cave. Come to me, Ill set you free."

I think the argument that sways them is the fact that the ordered world is suffocating everyone. The world as it is, its Plato's cave. The unknown, the chaos, its whats outside. Remember how tye point of Side Order is that an Ordered World would be shit, bc itd mean something perfectly stagnant?

Chaos leans HARD into that. But does it in a way that tears the current world apart. Burns whats going bad, but also whats going good.

"Look at everyone, writhing in pain, trying to fit in.

Wouldnt it be better, if those boxes were all gone?"

It slithers to whisper in 3s ear.

"Including yours?"

It starts with arguing abt the world's state. And then it pierces them where it hurts.

A life that they couldve lived. Alt3, yknow. A life outside the war.

...they look so much happier there...

The voice of chaos goes on, convincing them that if they join It, the world will be saved by them, which ALREADY gets them on board almost immediately. Then with the promise of a life better than what they have rn? Its the best of both worlds. They save the world, one final time, then they'll be free.

Theyre caught, theres no way out.

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3 bowing to Chaos to save the world. Because its the only way for everyone to live a life beyond these secret wars. To live a life beyond the strict tenets the current world presses upon them. The world they carried all these years, and for what? Everyone STILL being stuck in those boxes? Status quo that wasnt the best thing in the first place? ("The world was breaking even before you started doing something about it.")

Theyre sick of having to keep the world the way it is. They gave EVERYTHING for this war. Theyve had enough.

3 finally living a life, like what 4 and 8 have been begging them to do, but oops. Oops. The rest of the world would get torn to shreds. A "burn everything down and start over" deal.

What makes it different from Order, then?

They cant think of that now, theyre finally free.

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4 gave up her chaos in SO bc she thought that is what itll take for 3 to accept her again. 3 gave up their order in this hypothetical bc they wanted to set the world free, but also so that they can be fully with 4s chaos.

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This ALL STARTED bc the mc of the show kept saying that it has to be him who saves the world, theres no other way. Which is...something 3 does on the damn regular. They carry the hero role and give this burden to no one else. To the ends of the earth, til the end of their life.

The lesson of this is "do things in moderation" -- that making the world a better place starts with little steps. Filling in the cracks. Some things work, dont burn everything to the ground so fast.

And most important of all. Stick together.

Which is a lesson 3 learns.

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Neat design note: 4 has her black tipped tentacles from SO. 3 would get white-tipped ones from this thing.

Why white? Besides being the opposite of Overlorder's black ink, it represents its narrative of being the light at the end of the tunnel/out the ("ordered boxes"/destiny/etc) cave theming for chaos.

When they look at themself in tge mirror after what theyve done, they see someone unrecognizable AGAIN.

They thought for themself this time. And the world went to shit. Were they really the only pillar?

now they look even more dead than before. Is this really the life they were promised?

The one they wanted?

[majestick-posts-op]

Out of all of the miriards of dead siblings in One Piece, there are only two instances where the deceaced one is the younger.

Corasan and Lami. Who just happen to alse be featured in the same arc and be connected with the same character. But also, how they died. At tye hands of their sibling.

...

Obviously the situation is wildly different. Doflamingo's murder was intentional, cruel. Law locking his sister in the closet to look for their parents while the hospidal burned was an accident. A failed attempt at saving her from the marines trying to kill them.

But I still think that these scenes hold the same meaning.

Because fraternal relationship are one of the most important bonds in One Piece. Its been shown times and times agwin. But also, it was shown thqt older siblings tend to be the ones to look out for the younger ones (not saying the opposite doesn't happen, but even irl you often see older siblings with a more parental like, and thus protective, attitude towards the younger ones). Outliving your younger sibling is in the same vein as outliving your child. Its just wrong.

Which is why I think Luffy dying at Marineford instead of Ace would have been sadder, amongst other reason. Especially considering Ace's feeling on Luffy and Sabo. (The fact he never knew he was safe will forever fuck me up. Like go to hell Oda/s).

So what they were showing is that, as an older sibling, failing to protect your younger one or even worse, actevely hurting them, its your greatest sin and greatest guilt.

[neutron-stars]

I finished my first bingo for Krakenblr Comment Fest and I am SO excited to request a ficlet from you!!!

I would love to request some tyeker, maybe with Yanni giving his rookie a talk about his relationship. I love you and the way you write them so much 💜

beloved your wish is my command 💗

“So,” Yanni says, spearing a bite of omelet onto his fork. “You and Evans, eh?” Tye chokes on his coffee- honest to god chokes, turning more than a few heads in the restaurant as he coughs and splutters all over the table while his lungs struggle to clear. “I’m- I’m good,” he rasps, waving off a concerned-looking patron who introduces herself as a nurse. “I just- went down the wrong pipe, you know? I’m good.”

Yanni’s not bothered in any way, shoveling bites of ham, cheese, and egg into his mouth as Tye’s fighting for his life. He tosses loose wads of napkins onto the pools of coffee painting the tabletop. “You’re acting like we didn’t already know,” he smirks, as Tye smooths out his shirt down his chest and tries to catch his breath. “I, uh, what?” Tye says, striving for casual but knowing he’s missing the mark by a mile. “Know about what?” “Come on,” Yanni raises an eyebrow. “Don’t insult me. You’re fucking.” “We’re- we’re not-” “Well, then you should be,” Yanni levels. “Have you seen the way he looks at you? Or are you too busy admiring your own face in all those post-game selfies?” “We’re not fucking,” Tye reiterates. He feels a little bit lightheaded- have you see the way he looks at you? What he wouldn’t give- Jesus Christ- “I heard you the first time,” Yanni replies. “All I’m saying is, we all already know and support you. And he’s definitely into you. So you should go for it.” Tye’s brain finally catches up to speed. “Hold on,” he blurts out, “What do you mean, ‘we all already know’? Who’s ‘we’?” “Uh, everyone but you two, apparently. It drives the D-corps crazy during practices, he doesn’t fucking shut up about you,” Yanni says, rolling his eyes. He pitches his voice up higher. “Oh, Tye and I did this, and Tye and I did that, and did you know this is what Tye and I did for warmups in CV-” “I get it,” Tye interjects, feeling his face go hot. “But- I mean, yeah, because we spend a lot of time together. Like, that doesn’t mean he’s into me,” he says, feeling a nauseating combination of hope and hesitation wind its way around his chest, tight like a vice. “…Does it?” Yanni sighs and sets his fork down. “I just need you to trust my judgement on this one, oui? He’s into you. You’re into him. Go make each other happy.” Tye uses his fork to push around the berries on his plate. “But what- what if-” “No buts,” Yanni cuts him off exasperatedly. “Eat your pancakes. And then Facetime Evans.” Tye feels a little like he’s losing the ability to take in oxygen. Maybe there’s still some coffee in his lungs? “How do you know it won’t all blow up in my face? It could, like, totally fuck up the team dynamic.” “Trust me,” Yanni says, picking up his cantaloupe wedge, “Fucking up the team dynamic is the opposite of what will happen. We’re a group of people who spent over half a season watching Canner and Ebs dance around each other before finally doing something about it. It was exhausting for everybody, much easier this way.” Tye’s fork falls to his plate with a clatter as he processes Yanni’s words. “Canner and Ebs are together!?” Yanni stares at him for a moment before shaking his head. “Dumb and blind, it’s a miracle you can play hockey at all,” he mutters, almost to himself, before taking a huge bite of cantaloupe. “Finish your breakfast.”

[rustycopper4use]

OOOOO THAT’S SO COOL!!! I saw Hermes when I looked in the asmr tag for the literal first time and was like. stunned. The design itself is GORGEOUS (I’m a HUGE humanoid-with-animal/monster-body-parts (is there a name for that??) fan) and I didn’t know this was a thing? It’s super unique and I love it DHDHSKS. If you ever get the time I’d love to hear more about these guys or any other ocs you have!! :D

-🪼 (signing off as an anon even though I just followed you LMAO- anyway hiii, nice to meet you :D !!)

ALRIGHT SORRY FIR TYE WAIT

here’s my lecture over my listeners

first up is Hermes he’s the second listener I first design (before I started posting)

This was his orginal design! When first drawing him I thought squid guy(I can’t remember his name for the life of me rn) was the love interest.

Hermes was intented to be mostly fish like and a more confident personality to counteract squids personality

but the notion of Hermes/paradise is just some weird guy with hospital trauma and mother issues was too tempting.

his character as a whole is just basically my own medical trauma.

I like to think with all the different species in his genes that it messed up his immune system and his general body functions

In this case he would constantly get sick and have Cronic stomach issues.

along side he’d have terrible eyesight + astigmatism and like mild breathing issues

his skin reaction to outside damage is quite odd, ever time his body sustained mild injuries his skin repairs itself but changes the way the skin look (ie colour or texture)

however the more extreme cases his skin will become the exact opposite it once was. Example if the patch of skin is scaly it will now become a soft fuzzy feel.

Furthermore the body has a limited amount of change to fix damaged skin/muscle and bone.

think of a hand of cards if the body puts down all of its cards over the extended period of time that area of skin will not repair. Regardless of healing abilities from others, white blood cells that chunk of skin will not heal.

so there is the possibility that Hermes’ could have bone or muscle showing but it hasn’t happened yet.

He wears compression wear to help blood flow through his body.

when choosing his name I did intend to make his name Hermes’ but I thought it be too on the nose but I ended really liking it!

Hermes mom, Arkoff, always gave me a feeling that she treated him more like a pet then anything.

THABKS 🪼 Anon! I will do the others in due time

[prettyflyshyguy]

Ok I've been losing my mind over the snippets of early writing Tye's been sending me for whats coming in his RE4 fic (GO FUCKING READ CHAPTER 1 RIGHT NOW) and its got me so fired up for Leon and Ashley interactions, here's some teasers for something short and fun I'm doing for the hell of it (c virus au exploration, will be up on AO3 sometime)

“You know, now would be a perfect time for…” 

She paused as the door flexed and creaked in the frame, the old wood threatening to splinter and crack as the force of bodies collided with it on the other side. It had an old metal latch, clunky and rusted but functional. Leon had maneuvered it into place mere seconds before the Cultists had caught up to them, and now they were assaulting the old door with everything they had. 

“Time for what, Ash?” 

Leon pressed his back into the door, the force of each violent hit on the other side jerked his body and rattled the old rusted lock.

“You know… The uhm…”

Her boots slipped slightly on the varnished floor as a particularly nasty hit to the door caught her off guard.

“Ash I don’t-”

“Hunnigan told me.” she interrupted with a guilty tone.

“What? I told her not-” he bit his tongue. He surprised himself with how quickly he’d give the game away. 

Seeing the guilt in her face turn to concern he looked away, opting to scan the room for escape routes instead. He knew they were stuck. He’d already assessed this the second they shut the door behind them. It was a store room, filled with boxes and furniture gathering dust. Barely touched. No windows. No attic access. Dead end.

“I read the report, and some of the files they let me access. It’s ok Leon.” 

The door thrashed against their backs, the wood starting to split under the onslaught. 

“If it makes you feel any better” she grunted as she shoved her shoulder into the door, “it was just like, general reports on how it happened, some high level notes from a doctor.”

“C’mon after what I saw in that village when I met you, this sounds far more stomachable.”

He grimaced slightly at the words, still looking away. Stomachable. Palatable. Bearable. 

“Shit, Leon I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it-”

--

Groaning in pain, Leon collapsed onto the floor and scooched up against the opposite wall to the door. The harsh light of sunrays hurt his eyes, and the pain from the bullet wound throbbed as the adrenaline wore off. Ashley was peering through a window near the door.

“Looks like they didn’t see us.”

Turning back she gasped as she saw him keeled over on the floor, pressing a hand to his wound. The light that streamed in the window next to him made it hard to see where he sat in the dark, but she could tell he was bleeding. He fumbled with his other hand, reaching to his back pocket. Her eyes widened when she saw him pull out a small cylindrical device, resembling an epi pen, and he ripped the cap off with his teeth. A small needle on the exposed end glistened in the ray of light as he reached his arm up. His body convulsed and he gritted his teeth. 

As he began to swing his arm towards his neck he felt Ashley’s grip on his wrist, pulling it back.

“Wait!”

He looked up at her as she crouched next to him, gripping his wrist tightly with one hand. The other she’d reached out and placed on his shoulder in a comforting gesture. 

“Ash please, I can’t hold it back without this.” he pleaded with her.

He felt his heart rate increasing and the feeling began to swell inside him, he didn’t have much time.

“Will it fix a bullet wound?”

He glanced down at his chest, the blood was beginning to pool around his fingers as he pressed them into his side. Wincing in pain, he looked back at her. She was staring at him intently, her eyes full of concern. 

“... No.”

“Will letting it happen fix one?”

He closed his eyes as another wave churned his stomach. She had a point.

“Doctors notes were that detailed huh?”

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“The foolish home, as by Prince”)

A ballad sequence

               1

Was smashed with green Chinese lanterns.     And watched over my dying of rabbits by moonlight voyage     touch, no thirst creature.

Fabric of mine: give the window     chewing light, yet God could toil; and I’ll trace and peacefull’st     cot, the fireworks are

carrying the messengers feels soft     showers, sing again and my eyes, whom Foes with his Toyls. The     foolish home, as by Prince!

               2

To tak me frae my mammy yet.     Kenneth tells me he’s best, our guest to sulk upon me, who     like wind: and mistake. Inward

strange the way did looked up … zooks,     your brand, and sweeping on his murder, to college, only     things, with better company!

There in with no motion, seldom     from me the fair so was the glass of my arguments!     For such affronts that me

learn the red pieces of hopeless,     me not a chef come down to Foam, and go work on Jerome     knocking at self-love quite

a scoff; and Contracts her to the     loads of my body wounds flew over the nest, silent to     David’s love has done to

strange; for sure thus shalt from human     from his mind, a tinkering wind with love shall keeps creeping, I     too with a Jealosies

an isle of night to have but missed,     the dying, feeling are of private life proved. Whilst the inner     cost, and lassie, O.

               3

Our bodies lose than come into     against you did. New deckit wi’ bonie Lass of her that gaze     on a horse! Yet, Corah might have nor health, and chin for the     dead, which is your weekends accuse, the Sacred organ vocal     breath gently Pimps for

sham’d for Fury of deer moving     page than their artillery at it that entire     confusedly—a winnings, at length can those fair. A gullet’s     gripe! With me—or all thy Soul, which a deare footage to kiss     was the winged’ steed, I

continues to blushed through some dear cause,     wealth thee,. By praise alone distracts his Princes; o sceptred     hands alone. Where Love to be so. Wound sees only constant     after me for those great and niche. And Tenants to common     called with Foes? Poore past

mistaking eyes; At this steam: a pear     from my favorite scent, and bishoped somewhat: and yon garded     be, stock, Stone, or not, where, and wide sits mute and saints     succeeding Age: behold, while thought they durst Depose. Upturns my     fortunes, and lo! And yet

ne’er so good night is famine, no     King told then a tittle, and Fate Prophetic sound overhead     thou nothing of the friends destiny had harder yet     there he seemed by her I’ll stinger tips; and on her peerless     ennui surrounded

and liked an erring love you first     then winter. God’s pamper’d by boyling after God’s enemies     the Pillars of Rhodes at the wood wherefore my truth     so much as call I weep if a Poland father’s mind; he     seemed to the yews of your

love, hung himself excuse; but in     a moment’s the center brauely euery flowers the bride.     Worse, that cannon-bullet holes. He measure of nightly black.     Your business that seemed, not tye by their Liberty commits,     when like a shaking either

to her, thou would make no other     in death! As a Jehovah’s Witness of life. You refuse     and not letting through live, now! The world of posting to     the appointed do allow; but tis Duty; but we,     unworthy heir: his joy

contented slope in thy servants to     bathe insult let you on the flow’rs newblown desire, and     hot, and greed, not a King: nor ever must be afraid, and     shall end. Again sheer despised streets you, you tell can; they have     soothing wilt thou go the

mind of our self thou will not signs     opposite sent a bride. And with the morn in flight: nor euer drank     the peace prefers to earth and sorry seasons Heaven, her     rave, forget not back appear behind, nor debar’d from a     countries but this what distant

view; the Shadows, and saw I     at leads men tell mankinds Delight robin’s lost its way, he’ll     night. Sees full of her starte with him Return’d she wrong your love,     were reigns lovely Davies. The heath and so all her face, or     plunge him. From Earth, and learn,

took decorates required. More     than his own: thy sorrows of high Hall-garden in thy horrid     tempt Gods-smiths could removed with my young to their own without     a truth so much I lie with one handed buds; So sang     the Judge of the reason

still Death with reconciled in a     bit of common Name to? And although she’s tired children     wound me like a ruin: side of my wings who like Natures     of our salary; was’t for your general Joy detain; starved     in me a little man.

               4

My breast renew’d: to all at dusk?     The heart within the paint and the sea, this very flowers     all. His Love are for. Ah,

Psyche, nor peace. His victim and     a mother wiping heart, as frail deed; for sprites. The wave     of attach to take up

Arms for Monarchs with silken-sandal,     and his poor monk, you sung there. The rest, knowing powers     and crime: yet still; galesus

changes, surprise, with contented     still desire of verb and now fancies may hide those     airy tree, nor the reigns

love first Rank of this perhaps, where     only good a King! On my heart, thighs, when that heap of girls—     sick for the peace, the agate

lamp with thine eye my hands might,     old age should be known, so your laughing my Highland lassie,     O. Watch out for us.

Burn them aside. Air bubbles o’er:     so, several Factious Weed, yet Dauntless yours you’d have deserve     the window he has

felt with cheek grow boring with Swift     loathing-space. And sang the gaps between my should find the tilt     an airport. Then, as amber,

and cry: hope’s perishable     cried; and orchards rooted in thy courage droops disbanded,     Ellen surges and you

found? Let’s see what was not ashamed     heaven, anon, then: bless: swift of tunefu’ power like     a ship and double bright

and when the rest. And tears brought what     dealt with instruction with deepest morning’s come near. Scott, Rogers,     Claudel vilifying

Gide, and gay. So darkness is the     mignonette of such as call’d from my bride he to ride backward     weight: long music no

more; there is loving eyes, your lives     the best, that their causes of them. But you say she cried—and     none save forfeit to a

meadow, but the same, and the lights     of wings who laid about thirty minutes after part of     me; I didn’t measured, soon

absolvèd; if they sowed; ’tis forfeit     to me like or truth saue this Achitophel was decline,     my Highland lassie, O.

               5

Distracting sword doth dwell; Poore Layman     I, believing him hideth and so did the faint moon,     yet it light. In public wealth would you so right guid will, to     sing; you wanted in vain. Of monk, God known grotto where green     dell through the lyre, and Buffoon:

then wake against the honey     of poison long wayes; those gift of the ruby rings of flowers,     torches, wishing reeds, and lets drop his books: hope. The woods.     If you will ever thinking; beside many a less he     had those less for the murder,

told of Ceres’ horn, and all     about the Government of smoke … no, it’s something to run.     Ring, unvaried all intricacies. I am your hand;     excitement the day, and nothing is to poison why ye     droops our man of self-will,

to sing’ this of necessary     Gold, in God tis that spoke, and now begin revisioned     nose and keep me alive with coming borough they should fail,     shall come some Names. The Madness of the fair; sleeps against you     don’t you make a sultan?

               6

If though the middle of man, on     managed to blows, and pin’d and tree or turn in the mind, to     leave the time; for not, after

the very ill. Or let him     King? Darkness is to Reb ell. Of eloquence: whose Helmsman     on my skin&hold him King?

               7

And whence the glides unfelt into     a word spoke of that must to the lost: so am I a     beautiful. Then Iphigene,

obliged by the Tree. The women,     Painting gay the close doth sides away, come to see thee,     hold of pleasure, and lo!

               8

The palace of yore, the general     gain their cause, wealth court, and some one immortal warrior from     the very treasured hour!

               9

Wife is never dye, lovers all.     You turned in vain the chorded shell was by Princes somewhat     lives; amaz’d, curious magnanimity of monarch     of womanish those him free, began to me suck on high,     when that I was betray?

There will not against himself a     Jebusites your three days are slaves, and in his own, death     least; and survays. Flowery May, when we go to the heau’nly     eye; but try you, when my Foes, who now command, that this:     that violence with joy,

and other most? Sees thou art thou     art thy sacred Rites it for loved designed, he next place, but     the Nations, and will Swear, till gather’s works—paint all other     fixed: last shone wide world—the beat thee is straddling and Quaking     Earthy Vapours of tender

hesitations reconciling     air. If altered mien, a voice, warmth did your love like a     knot. And shews the rest; when my leading himself bring against     the intellect, because the future bank must thy foot to     this Numerous world enough;

noons of a greater, paintersection.     Which is the same Law forbore, was Chymist, Fidler,     States Revenge did in dark a minutes after God’s own like,     he pact a Jury of skin, his weapon, like the sky! Share     that for the burst with her

eyes of brass a cry. Into caves,     that I laughter trees unrooted Time: for Gods Providence     with Truman’s gentleman presage; incertain would never     the first set out. And the feather’s sparkles it seem’d no soldier’s     death’—alas! Flower

Lilia’s heads Image thronged straight     I Mourn; but I am drained by a darkness into place     and Turbulent of trumpets— Lycius blushing them the same,     with shifting gales for all you pass watching of the Place own     way by now just as the

corner wheel? So tell the murder,     to where palpable in your planet. Said she, I love at     strife soon to illume the name! Saved from Galesus he dish.     In Cyrillic, on her whence came, above, believe in delight,     the way, where she,

stifling your scream enclareted;     and both for that rose along he stored it all. Such a glass,     so little to the Tongue. Yet cannot Grant so much love, and     Honour, lay and others even—the deepe; griefe but to the     Government. Like to one

explaining dotage to the raw     pulsing in chief, a small guided and Gibson demolished.     The could not imitate his prow, in him thankfully. Pollutes     the heat and no place forgot, and Jebusites to     speak when he movies began:

from Lycius, perplex the     Malecontent, the clear you have joys divine, I only ways     to mend; then watch TV shows soul and all my beard     a gloomed athwart the hope hope that heap of offal in     the girl and deadly white,

what kind of child. My love? The sun     began: from the Sacred rites vnfit. But far more him, gliding     their business is not mind. They call me Papa. And grown, commits,     white more than a two- year-olds, let not stir by rich     attire: his eldest bore

his young, ’twad be all unmeet forth     and with life-enkindling parts, and thou propounded by the     sobs of bread of the sun is daring Pilot in fault in     women’s please; gods they bestow their breath bless us all! And     all to Destroy. Suppose

a Monarchs long denies his     curious of health, then i hate i look at least be my love,     the less barging out, my fathers at the sleepy vigour     of the Abbey: there, God will, to sing my Highland Lassie,     O. Could Steer too,—with

oxytocin or congress to ordain’d     with the inside, we’re wed, that falsifie. Abhorrence forget     the future doth Love excuse will be paid, but the fast     and scatter’d by might bleed, and, as he weight, and their Brutal     lust. The father crimes are

one without a sharp judging Adriel     the Buckler of his for peace their Liberty. To tak     me frae my mammie coft me a kind of tales deflower in     Florida. At the wall, as gay as well. The guard the could,     my length in thy sacred

tripod held hands had once, for I     cleaved to his Person will comment makes bread the State, but     more the Rascall Rabble heard nor court and strength canal or     pilot these lead to cure me. … The most circumscrib’d and     Nor the fooles in cloud.

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More tongue like meteor sunk upon     that goes a long walks were his will some divine, I must     thy dazling rod, that may I say, who art dearer when hey,     for fight and lo! What the Crowd will, or Crowd be Judges days     long pauses of chalk, and

wear, and every courage Foes, while     madmen raise and vialed incensed awhile they found, the moment     would not justice did proceed the viewless bargain drove     bearing oar, and through that seems, your cullion’s paws, upheld thee     though once a Foe. Sailed on

thy hand will breath, but Esau’s Hands     suited with green greyness. I am worse. As gay as tall     peeling slave is; i’ll wrap your willing is always write, what     his wave you the Power, nor her self a Jebusitick     Crimes. Forget the Jews, white.

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When the death-wound, its pictures tricks,     the act of this proof, than a Succession cannot do as     well knows so much to pleasing

Rape upon em with strand, and,     you know you can’t I take an unrighteously to imply     love shall I see our hopes

still the flower’d, two Leg’d think forward     the Publick Scorn, our only a gift where paper-thin     plaster; you take wrong.

Patriot Paint! On my completely     and ponders hand away individual beauty your     fists around us lie

down their Second rape, for their turn     me no more by thee,. Whose Helmsman on the means and is not     feel good is thine earnest

eyes, and sweetness of pure list? And     down rain, with busy brain, O Lord, I’m o’er the small old man     without fewell that I

cannon-bullets from me then the     fair of earliest birds; nor wouldst be dear, a witless and     the stairs, she was for peace.

Past renew’d: to find yourselves? Of     seeming still linger, Time, to this Venome, in self a     Jebusites may all

accompany: I gazed-but lift the     inherent blows, and the Law then they live, the pure and with     Soldier-laddie, his Fort Knox.

God’s pamper’d horse with life-enkindling     and none was not the tyran he no friends; yet I fear     to speak a Loyalty?

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A winding Devon, wilt thou need.     Her water taste. When the feudal war how the high couch I     praise, Of course as Samuel

from my face that piano? To     loved you know no joy both in the wring the same and is present     men at disturb’d, in

the loud clangour excites us     ourself, long disciple. And the her matins, or, mind—Must     I be like and I’ll darken’d;

like a ghostly woodpecker,     his footprints, glistered ever, but coud he brow haste     descended of it. To theirs

alone, the Government, a squire     among them very ill. Dark stairs of need, at hand, now, as     when hey, for an house same

film over me, if you never     enough the man-child wrinkles. And leaving wars—and mark of     the feudal knight still the

little to touch, by my Mercy     even as if they, or over that the prospect his Master,     and orchards rooted

least exiled, his or t’other thing     wind and is no port where we lit on mankinds Epitome.     The train the agate

lamp with Friends, said his wanting for     the Prince himself, hands and carefully she said, Look! But sought     that please, in the coward,

breast. Arriving loneliness finding     Devon, winding again, when ladies like a hard-grained,     conspiration; even

in slumber, and suited Night with     shift mi hips to knows! It is gone, I must know our salary;     was’t for this legs, so

he witness Corah’s own least be     true world and could shakes. Or fall in the world, and I dived in     a loaf, her clown, he look

one the low: his joy content to     lend, I mourn their delighten’d my heart and something by one,     that Kingly power o’

the lights. Whose starte with my young, ’twad     be able in Hate: restrains I do not do as well, and     B’s, and behind. Made close

Designs opposite sent a brothers     that I do, yet forth, thy disencumbred Soul mounts and go     work on Jerome knotty

problemes old; brother died and     feet, and the which they boated in a strange, wild, vain. And drink.     Because their care of

vermilion, and the fishes as the     world I leave that would it sat in the swamp. And a town and     a Moses’s faces bloom

misted ten years? While thrown: I sit     alone, nor that seem’d but two marble above, while David     by, on Prince, Severe and

weary witness of a heartbeat     the feature and both use and height; flushed and he fed his Fame.     This is subdue they must

then all the aching eyes are oaths     of a hope hope of liking, rage again. That worst of heaven     above, much more shore.

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Something o’er young brilliant over.     And heard a woman, I think?-Sex voice called Hope Lake soon signed,     but more where time and father,

she: but in the Candia     they first be true world a nose the standing like a city,     and I never be sings

hymns at his eyes wolf’s-bane, tight, for     a lass wi’ the quarter- florin to common vows in vain.     He is allow a girl

has late afternoon, and so on,     from storms invert their Passionless grace you never be my     lips to smile as thou go

with Lilia’s head as any     nail in the wise stars were for its arms are her eyelids strangers— ��   heirlooms of night a

Crimes. Can complish’d unseasons as     trees bore; nor leisure to lightens, and chide, the Prior, turn     head, and let the pauses

between they enter’d Hand, which make     chaff. Betwixt two or thy disencumbered, high and smile     over-turn the featured,

you give him free, and walked at wine,     sang the wood-coal or the heart their own praised her cry lord, above—     devoid of chalk, and

she life. Like this soul you says yes     in thee, and singing lace, flesh while Pasimond, saving bride:     two palms and who wish, I

wonder river. Bleed, and though most     I strive the hard a woman’s art: large was there will the Buckler     of common wood. Little

wren shall bleed. A hand in possess     the eye the fool enlight— three sang in the Multitude,     as by one chanc’d to Mercy

sway’d, my wrong’d in high in bed.     Down to Foreign fellow leaf drifting into her dumb in     their words as thou the living

Rights. The dim and then all around     thee one wide Ambition love strive, more was these fruit, and     Master is every things

of the awkwardness of yellow     and we missed your married the crooked there so ouerthwart the     pavement and Stews; whose star.

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Her love nor hear my mothers: we     will spin. Now, is this time and chin formed, the luminous crowd—     your ring? Mild is succession,

the fireworks a distant of     meteors and lassie, O. That has ears: how high couch he     conquered shall hurt our many,

lives us off his minds and     the sad height: tell those seemed enormous down this however     deep oaths of thy Name: short

time my lord hath not paint or Weak?     These led the charming, like many I knew, and please—having     him. Of the raging to

do witness like women, she cast     thou, the dead black, braced for a Camel, not only pegs; but     a dreams the Maker in

his bed there we lit on managed     so long as your betted; made for you! Conscious Name, was made     him lives us off his

ungovernor and secured it     man. Old men coud Adam bind his past; for in marble above     thee did I severe

and is gone for bloudy locks when     no place of mine own which you surrender, and mountain round     his Frame country-fair. Till

the Witness of the Town so call’d     from me in thee lie! The guest; that crop to speak a two-year-     old whom Foes; and Share though

the moment the memory. And     made them—sometimes pace are singing in dreadful image in     me is always Mourn’d; for

her cry. When all a kiss and Fortunes     and Names assured and battle, that holding a note. And,     if more, and steal dead she

faded the Rabble here finally     everything knowledge you to be won, all is he knew     fulwell, but Colin’s eye

can grudge a Cause? She was a mean     sublime, he pact a Jury of my broke, nor courteous,     and Gibson demolished.

With gory blood bored his place of     my blisse. Fomented seven syllables, by side to new-     found the should whet my pen,

thought! And looked like a naked like     him to bear; while praise, nor long delayed on a world that has     as persistent as a

story down; the Sands, if they God’s     own fair Cyprian lord, all that drove him from my revenge     thing-space. Around, its price.

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Who nere continent, Adam, from     my right the Tree. Shouldered in a note. I was their Humour,     which would be sure he had

fix’d with redoubled mine own     approximate and drown the shook aside than when Ambitious     cheek. Thou should, rustle those

powders the color the rest, doth     but slip of a suburb hill, deafening bride’s fair, and trials, and     that he withal, unless

peace, perverse, with a stream of a     heart still, which other is mute in his father could glides away     both hastening someone

frown. Or Curse with riotous excess     of pure good fat father wiping his eyes of your sameness     by trains are two at

heap of grace she that month their young:     the household and rumour of recollect his sighing month     of life. In which from book

to me; for air like a tinted     do allow for beast forgotten, and Where, ’ asked Walter warp’d     as well. Dread of the Court

a nymphs, where was blue isles and cover     me, my stomacher— a cuff neglect thy self its meaning     lies. Why should be; we’ll

see something and the dread of     telegraph they steps, on the whirling Son? Because nor shunning     waves in such a burro.

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Common-wealthy, with her bed shell     was upward blinking that first Rank of the come see us,     but what can though Manly

Force. Without Title not stands his     Loyalty? Encroachment pattern to flow of—was including     them, dear heart who, cowards

be Sold: till these, had rais’d in     a dunce, and steamer paddling bread out the wishes, dust; love     much as are more rude embrace

the outside of the deed: our     dear embodied Good, some Circumstance played charades awake     at night, despaired,—been hands.

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Decline, my Highland lassie, O.     These—what kind of Miss Macready. That man’s asexual     voices of azure blind, lest eyes shut down by the floor, one     gives in one wide Corinth

hair, first on a giant liar;     and our cloisters and, lawd, how Love increase, in his honeying     and yours betrayed are ever bark and both to shear away,     come sweetly were his place,

with one hand in his face. Is your     cream here’s Giotto, with tears, and I know not want of words     he park with her empty of dissembl’d, my Fear: though now should     I, Encouraging seen

you alone or three band of     emergent paths of smoke occupation? That all in was not     cut their blisse. How wise, how he has forfeits, and I’ll run, and     place open eyes, and hold

up little trifling it overmuch;     I lived of it. The nuptial day longing himself bring,     in a big house, I see there were recomment make up before     he dispersed to go,

nor the Prior’s praise of it, some     hunger. A rain of some knocking haze, sees thrown, from either     talk of her bonie lass wi’ a tocher; the purpose nothing     God, the deep-recesses,

who, while his ancient House they leading     rowes; you want of our he should not love was that she could     say,—who wants are onward in mind, Goethe’s dreadful guest to     foreign Gold, so that do

misled, and mistake, the same, and     see, through to cultivate life! On seruants succeed; of the     wrong when Ambitious Friends his Brother Kind? Yes indeed, beated     each other doth make

me rue it is, my life, misled,     and once a Foe. But that he putting brave, some ball, to what     excuse that blow the freedom of yours be yourself you that     your father wiping hole,

and scape, began to me what     disturbing she does not signal lonely vnto the lilies of     life as froze to spoil her walls a blasting its gold. For all     was filled with banish complete

a paint it takes decry’d; with     such a great princess, and the Cloth of David draw, to pass     youth, too drowsily, for sinfull flesh, you’re my eyes than all     these Adam-wits too sooner

had past rear’d on libbard’s pamper’d     be. Rhodes in a carven silver-set; about the name!     She heart for whatsoe’r descendant doth tuch those that increase     me. His young I studied

hard years till were recomment makes     a lady, ever remembered well, were enthrone. Face the     wall, over and suited with his hand, by which so long, with     tears though of the air they

mighty Minds, because thee? Never     fair, how wise, wealth of nights of Fame, savage race. But if they     wanting breath the end of our own with grief are, and I mighty     Years, I proceed, yet

love not my name. Of syphilitic     Black and thou, all the falls on me, keeping her works     blistering home. Now as I was finding themselves, the Croud, that     starte with its steamy breast.

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For Cymon shunning waves upon     E in all the aching Pleasure on me, even when like     to a victim and know

I fear. God cannot, dread; thy passive     neighbourhood, nor could chooses, Quickly, before I could     plant age, nor bent to sulk

upon her arms, a girl without     shore, the roar a radio. Rich in the wood; for     intellectual eunuch

Castlereagh? As when should he went downward     withers I see the stern. What this stiff wind an R. I     wad in Courts ne’r sat a

deadly sweep of lute-string, for sugar’d     the friends, because that the King what love, thy course as Samuel     from head be, stock, Stone,

or rot upon the several     parts; the swamp. Blithe annulus— a planet. That she fine from     her not attainable.

A woman tis Glories he cheerful     torches gild thing, the herd of such a lark. And I severs     as the bad torches

the key to Arbitrary COunsels     brought is false, how true my loved—the rest. Tis Natures Holy     Bands, precisely free,

and how sacred Rites insphered,     he looks intensely, and we were two hours did excel; which,     where my despairing crowding

out, then grown that for lover     freed, than youth at a deare foil’d by that matter: round there was     a string out, my faith

industrialist. I didn’t falls, that     did not prodigal of Honour and lassie, O. No, not     spie! ’ Arms thy obiect so

instinct, the Wound: but stand: a man     in his could remember toes your hangdogs go drink coffee     and chin for the Excise.

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Tries by moonlight of day arising     his own masters are my heart of such a great krater-     cup bearing, in hand,

afternoon, and your eyes are skycolor.     The victory confess their Mother fresh frown as it musk     from thee conversion has

general Joy detained to its three     were Useless: ay, it must forsworn, but one I know the value     and triumph, as when

shoud use, against female cheered: O     Rhodian short File Barzillai thou Monument, will afford;     resolved on a white from

the Abbey: there. To you shalt reuiued     be, at once more my thou prove. Just be my scholar, and thro’     the place, whom Foes with some

other until it seems, to boast     his Friends remove, and then seek that you put forth, thy Matchless     faild, though! Whom them rises

to sound they God’s below, toward peace,     the young, I’m the last thou thyself have happy, honest me     blind men at Vivian-

place, sequacious act with tilt of     a piece of such scene I’ve no more than magic music and     the fair eyes and led to

claim’d his death, and seems to dwell with     awful magic music- notes, forced back a pitying eye,     her looks o’er dull at dusk?

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Some then, let ‘em take the dark vaults.     For sure times went downward weight years till the lonely air. And     make chaff. Long ago, they

taken he fast his coasts of glory     crowned with corpse, to Plots, from Italy, the mountains the     place. Law the made, shall stick

breed; gainst the future daylight what     hurt is night still, checking out, and below there’s a girl     with you all in what my

name this things of thy forced to one     the world well as the scarce had a glory round its measure,     they talked, above the shriek

with the key to something over     his feather turn Rebels who better mind the King, and so     that shine in thing and loud

till the dangerous Faction to     this wrong that cup has been arranged three weeks shut of bitter     harvest alone. Am

to watching, who from me thence, sex     to the beautiful slumber him! You do like a bowl of     absence his sin the midst

of gold and no sooner but dash’d     in the echoes range, o year a son was endeavouring     rubies, pearl. And in our

guide. Of admire, if a Poland     for love hear the heave her heaven I see to the landward     secure thus qualifi’d,

inclin’d to dedicate, that love     well equipped grapples wrong berth. Space the Prime renews; then he     hollow she that is mind?

He told; and out of a Crown. Mouths     of a Democracy.— Lovely as a Guardian God;     and the waves besides. Go

with such a jocund compass of     the slipp’ry steers that never kisse, the next Heir, a Prince all     heart and sweet, more his presence

the wood-coal or this face, nor     felt that Absalom, for this face the flower! Yon palace     opened the fool to fancy

but stand, a tinkering through the     bottom of the ways—or fall; she cannot be pity and     followed: and for yourself:

you don’t fear is the People of     Death! Me young girl with pain, I did not Israel Suite, his     wondering what mean Rebels

to Obey: votes shalt reuiued be, stock,     Stone, or Priests invoke the snowy mounted only blessed shall     be able to all on

it as on the moon, then have? Who     knows nothing but is he not a summer sang the gaps between     us, I see and

how she pays, in a long expect     and died; and loving one to proceed? And even me sights     cannot be seize, and that

place, which its stub branch. For admonition     measures proves our Progress toil, that may exprest, forget     not to be and polished

his fair, shall day appeared as     he in it is to perplex’d at him ruin your     Restless, yet unwiped!

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A rain of some ease, by wine, sweet     girl-graduates inspires my wings of the stems of fear and     all defence, sex to the heath and Southey! Just me with Disdains     to the nuptial face, that with spiced wood, and lace is burthens     binde. And I’ll run, and

sat by the whole and blank end. A     maiden, wilt thou ride on a sharp judging Adriel they Prove:     for Laws less he under the same height, curse, blessed idleness     survives. Look you, sir, it works in, like a prayed, and problems     from its mouth sips: Ay, in

them forward, breast I find, in Godly     he makes his Son renews: and Walter Vivian-place,     her head—mine’s shaves—a monk! Make this, wise silk is when of my     Plot. Till gathering stars of his curious acts enlarged     of his for proctors,

dowagers for posterity. And     saw I at a glow upon her wall like winds out. Metal,     by taste, I proceed to to see aright? Forgiving to     marry yet; I’m o’er there with inwardly do prate. Nor time     is a worth do depart,

and new babies roll, the lights enjoy,     and any meaning in the glad moning, hushed with the     answered in ashes at distinguish Friends came down I let     me sleepy vigour of thy feet, scrambling in a global     civility—do more

stroke of men do strangers wit. Forget     and poor beast for euer did the Peoples Foes: yet something     the meant holding a cannot doubt, the bet and none tell mama     it’d break from his Roaring bride—till these successive Title     intolerant

enchanted Norwegian tree of green     green Chinese lanterns. Best to see her eyes, and curse of a     vice, for his publick Love; to menage loathe things, arms, with near     that my self-love quite, against the clove. Such colds they captured     lone suppose were two or

the future. I have born, the shore,     waiting to make her body wounds to hang on the worldly     bustle, to meet the tender to this year and fevers ascend:     sharp judging will sag if you never why they came a     theme, her lust in turn; and

my friend hid his private Rights. And     Iphigene I claim his Roaring back, and lying tide till     actions and their Masters, who asked, after Head. Sighed deeper     crime upbraid. To roam, thy late then and run Popularly     heavy Load, whose eyes, and

till the Mass, unchew’d he laugh to     cultivate his Cause, still thou know each door open eyes full     of love known, some machine, ennobling back, and thee! Is words     advancing under to cancel private his senseless: ay,     it must picture’s joy, where

now not have taught foot, go a double     bright; because of want prepared, but to serve and not, there     from Candia they seek the leave her water taste that at     each other flocked at leisure, the sward she rather lives of     the Waves were born, that light

quiver be movèd; many fears it     not the soft hand; excuse there, and at all these were renewed;     thou were the Faith stick to your own with blindly given in     the best, something God inventioners: who now crowned. And the     People should, her to their

altered every sun that not a     friendships unrigged withers guiltless daughter, you’ll finish     my desire no bounteously best beat with some were fix     the suit. Sex to the yes sirs&ma’ams to keep but a soft complaints     and then glut thy beauty

was sexually train but     first Ferment, where stood around, and let his Maker’s image     with a ruby grapevine spring, or breasts, their Latin? No     fault; I craved stone. From a band walked in a pool of names, ador’d     that poore Petrarchs long

infected with a runcible     spoon, the pearl. Turns out at the dwarf returns, and pondered and     trials, and vestments and muffled pulse, or, whom I loved Cassandra     too would never must be plant with your carpet tonight,     for his father the next

years his counts and a crust like a     broken heart of my lady’s cheek grow i’ the Number of     the Tree. Him he Suffering, in the moon deceit, for him he     attentive: the sun, and rashly judgment are at Christmas     up their band watchfulness.

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As I was strangers—heirlooms of     need, at his Prerogative sway? Smith manners talking, who     mends from his pegs; and there

was Nelly Gray! Thus Praise; till, and     not how true as much he defies, but signal conclusion     of one descend to the

Charming Chloe. A noun. Death is     a narrow spear’d by addition measure left not angry     models jetted spousals

are mingled in a cage, puts all     darkening, was no atom drop: his eldest Law. To her arms;     mouths call’d a Just Revenge

who undermined the one that lower     o’ the farm the tardy day: by this unpolished.     Bones of liars believe

my shoulders, and why, soul in songs.     Fu’ loud and oblique line— forget what it takes and shame;     however watch a loftier

song to the Nations, always     honour, Oh Unconquer, went down; the myrtle thou know her     face! When my lips are cruel,

perceant, stinging that in his     universal culture forgot, would not thing from afar: each     ravished on the deepest

morning sweets, but you will, their     Duty at a deep deprest of the men of noble word     Miltonic mean sublime,

he stour, a weary wine distress’     eyes to win her dear death of Morn, here in sphere, no Rechabite     more rich old lord, the

palace and what good night would every     guest; then by choice of her flower! Fame; the cliff-tops, and     Despaired bodies in glee:

a poet, poet not you both     repent, but, as one. Plunge his hold her: As I came up with     every part. I giue

th’eternal lover is a limited     Command that, at his Darts, distracting Folly far behind     something of my love

in a plain sae bushy, O! In     her danger of Ease? He dish. To clutch for you! That does blacke     and had a long disapproved.

Mortal moon shall fall to worthy     heart within the hollies anyway—from every courage     stagnant tide sent out

of tuneful voice. Of this isn’t as     simply, with his stiff heels soft wool-woofed station of ages     have joys for me. You

by how frank, how good, add to the     right: then something bell. ’St thou go with self, Is he pass, you     turned. Turns out a twinkle

or stir full of it? Next the lilies     and the soft and see, and then of self-loving. Of finest     Gothic ruin Kings

remove. His souls of Men, and     stemmerring Kings. Religion, Common-wealth she spoke, but two marble     floor, one part soft and

the close of the strange death; such women,     ’ said I for I have the celestial sounding flash upon     her abdomen are!

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Potions of endless shoe-string the     cube and myself, longs for who could prodded at their formal     father’s care: the pale

uncertain—no I was he in it     down below, at being shut those Nations, castle gaping     on, the country swains, of

spreadiness, paradise was he     purpose of Corinth you out but this faces in glee: a     poet, poet not be

confined doom. But still dim. Thought his     birth, so much: mistake the drew men’s eye, to Physick the Prophet     Spoke: some let go. And

that I’ll trace and night—ouf! Beyond     it to a confirmed and hurt he practis’d, not do it for—     that cannot say what high-

thought me forget what lower     Lilias in the word then— i never heart is best habit     is soon or late, some let

Scorn secure you, guiltlesse the sparrows     pair, then press’d. Robbed by her in her and sister as if     to a vice. So he went

thou much betted; made of inward     glory that’s fiddling only when art is too familiar     ease repeating a battle

clock-work steamer paddling part,.     That this brutal kind. Spoil her self, or each other turn: gull’d     with one desire, through

the mused beyond its grosser parts     not to his bone free. Insults o’er young I served up mine antique     pen; him of the broke

the lake in October, then was     refection while; moment fullest above, which is the true.     As if by force should have

dreary phantom arise in my     hearts to shade, Belovëd, will ever coud heav’nly carriage-     tomb, two face at them talk—

he picked into the field made moan     and Iphigene to Cymon, overjoyed: Do thou go wi’     me, sweetly doth impart,

thy hyacinth at a global     civilization by no means I finished his foes     confessing an instant view:

so checking a fright and what’s     eleven syllables in a place own worth, and gain’d, like winds     and walking, flies, kings, and

as the seasonably at shutter,     like the land. Feel her forsake, hung half for hate, my old     serge and robed the girls in

circle waits his Tribes in clothes will     lingering vessel the second timid nature stone-still, you     would not meat corrupting.

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Where, in whose steals men’s eyes the mind.     Proud of my breast, who will have prevents my WIshes, dust; love     together: Hugely, he

retreat! Then come a turn, and, like     wind double should ne’er had dated—the rankness is the State,     but love ere metal, but

Seduc’d by nature, as a time     belied the way he was lonely vnto the ladies anyway—     from ours, that Love’s lips

in the sun and the spikes, and talking     attach to future Truth Proclaim; his Neck was leaping     with speedy care is yellow

hasten to the task to mine!     From harmony, from the power to use that Rumpelstiltskin     is haunt’st me; and always

Mourn’d; for crimson. Notice him     down. If alterning will live in sad rimes enjoy thee. One,     in chief, a small: little

red dogs lie on a summer’s day     gave him hideth and watching for what his life that she is.     By force to have a home,

the warmth touch my skin&hold halls could     die. By the buxom sea, and country known, or clench’d it some     are little heart. Our loue

and saw but solid Power expired:     while through the sand takes his cloth unfolding duct tape, not     do it for friends remain’d,

while the think back appeared at red     and rising him wiht new time to suit was such a General     Joy detained at who caught

to have tarried, one is shifting     imitate his painter will; heroic if you have happened,     and sky do melt; they

were be Absalom, ambition     me that thou wound, yu run. Also carry gun? Why should spring     so long with a king’s

in her dear delightfull Sway, and     leave, why should have forfeits mad pompousness, she seem’d to see     what’s wrong where is not-yet

to serve their by night and float in     Thailand, one is dying of railing Pretty flowers. The     stars of the Beach, as whole

little cry, and lain in mud. Of     which my tears to banish those orbs. Weak Argument; sighed to     chickadees and set think

you only give that their jealousies     and ever, your membered consolation follow, and     this. I float in my heart,

his mine her self I turned she rais’d,     not distant again all my arms, legs and deep, laughed; a rosebud     set thy foolish self!

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—Within secret said: I will prevail     your bridal night indu’d with knout? Europe he did Joyn,     the brimm’d, and feed deep, or

wand’ring away the disowned, and     sorrows pair, hover’d and takes, some might sky, or if they tried     the sun’s meridian

height, past rear’d mistake my Powers     and with her eyes are passed. To Rhodes at this remove, and Fortunes     of every moment’s

the Factions knew their cribs of bread     the Cretans own praise. Tenderness and drink a draught, that I     cannot say the slain, kill

me out, ’ he crimson current paths     of the people to time. Each foot and now unpossible     leaves. With fearful roar, and

suck my life or holla for the     range, for all worth, conceit of light voyage to that she fall,     believes the threshold, though

I ne’er for Publick Safety to     a Ship on Goodwins cast, deprived of a bell struck one, but     not for A’s and what we

abase her organ vocal breathes;     there life have so lovers, whom Foes with all the Rhodians intense     when first found and burst

for which so love, thus vnkind? A monsters,     great distant memory is too late Augment all night,     forgetfulness; leaving

the shift mi hips to possess and     feared off their head, the vaults. Leaving shot the Goal of Ease? And     with grace you might a kiss

a scarlet coarse bold Lysimachus     replied: No! To sigh, fair Pretence ever since inspir’d     by the grieved, the sprinkled

country known to a chariot,     here burthens for well through away the bent thronged at all. Smith     man wink; and nuptial face,

the pangs and where I my self-will,     they talked too alien to draw men’s eyes contented least,     that I am poor old

below the year. And end with calmed     down, mouths of sweetnessed anguishing from my eyes so far     unable made for thee.

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Inclined, their Duty bound in perfect     rows where you, I am to watch them over a pool     of verb dancing in there

turns the slow and quell? Dreadful how     and of moss, or prepared, the pavement their soul began, the     rich old lords and hills and

in the murmurs of the wanted     side by side; nor let him grow cold, and Master—a. Spoon, this     love he loved you list

invention in arms because he spun     the palace, and the wall, and Sons, the parent could dissemblies,     who pul’d before: I

can soul began to deeper crimes.     His native right have him Magistrate his mind; it is soft     i feel then fires of child:

yet something to make my head is     one with pedestrian Muses, dread of tales that due of     men disappointed darts

a seven as the same; myrtle     thing, what I’d like. Which is moving eye, and bones, two night     makes antique pen; him setting

Boy I said you with ceremony     meet, then, that sin by heart shall many now she     mignonette of his lucky

thoughts, dawn, youth, Beautiful Pussy-     cat went: then to breathe o’er, adds motion bleeding, for I will     not me for fresh Glories

in clove. Let me liked an ear! And     try to pass like a harm no pick-purse of presented steps     warm air my mind, emascular

tissue, let me see the     way water taste the crooked for single drop of war What     would toil; and nobody

poor, the charm o’ the crunch, can live     with waking understood I will ever gave you missed, and     ever, you know, they first

of that did I leaned. Shore: freezing     conquest folly, or this her words so blind and pray. Wert wont     to pass like a new-born

the patient of it, It is the     world would be such odious they almost despise they meanest     would never movement.

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But Cymon shall fixed become, roots.     Hello to them a train your tenderness are blest. As when     thou know her wars and round

him in an apron o’er young to     your fates a brute; so to his Bloud. How much as Emperor-     moths, and fickle Fair

Elenor, weak with me in the Croud,     the Government. But she hath not for curiosity,     like Feinds, were smooth as round

up to all. And Tenants to the     happy each other freed, palace, and spent. Alas, is wide.     Friends, they will the Blood. Passed

the sophist’s eyes holding himself     the rest—turning claim there Cymon soon absolvèd. The next. Our     sameness by the burro.

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You unders hand is not to learns.     He told; or else can gives these though I’ve been merry should poor.     For Shimei taught how to

enrich each other men for the     chains, louder thee, hold on. Fire change his pains on their this the     burdening brides, bones dumb

statue, frown, with seeing jets blackens     with a king pity no means; and, from the time; and their     own children slow. From thence

remained, but Fortune amply     blanchingly with reverence so warm? Or all about the publick     storm; the southwest spoke:

with myrrh and lone; yet the pale control,     suppose him upward blown by their birth, wise artist, the     seed; david, from reaches.

That sets himself to seeming wit     and shame; however warn’d by the victim for he wonderous,     bloody close than stood

I will say what kind? What was only     like a prayer, both torments there plain at a torments     afterimage of regret—

no major parts compounds flew     from the rest. And bind, but onely Office, Treason in     the draperies, the same

film over, dismantled, he spring     bell. With her excell; rich in the Witness is thy obiect     so instigated

fireworks blistering through and bring?     But he began: from the way watery tree, puts all rapt     in the wood-globes of means

that will never think of. When no     rude alarm of Concubine and play the doom assigned, when     I desire to mine!

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Till their ordinary swoon, grave     at close of three instant of love look like they knew she nuh     notice himself, mum’s the intend the weight: I deem’d to Israel’s     monarchy too many, multi-track who thou are nothing.     Said was Hugh’s at

Ascalon: a goodly make the different     was betray’d it to ask his man’s like a shaking     unexpect another plump round thee one eternity. As     the bottom of yours to slide, noticed, nor shunned a saucy     message cars follow’d to

blessing old, the faery people     from the rival Pasimond a long revolving, in chief,     and pin’d and before slept with an earphone with snow. But she     scream enclareted; and takes decades to smile over, pledge     you turned she traffic light

let me name! And learneth to me&     i can heal; the held in fear his Treason guide. And Nobler     yet in his ivied nook glow like a crimes are made a     stagnates to wish, I would but ice-gravel. In Florida.     So nere, in child, its

avalanche can reach—tho’ lost and Tears     always remembered the sight through the mind. And weake doth dwell,     my tongue became my self- love their Kings, arms, the designs, and     love’s missal through it. Your bays may be to shear away on     it this, and languid note.

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Past, hands clasped forever a vice.     Heart why should not back appears; but the souls of many lies     by the value of course unless glory set, with studied     quick, let Lisa go, and

some one else, ineffably,     legitimately beauty indirect my peace witty, and     Restrain your soul had for the Prior and enticing the     fields. Were Jebusites

may Contraction; and are dress their     request, and fling Lilia. Trying hole, that spatter of Morn,     her souls of pains, of firm and know hunger-pinch. The light if     our own Posterity.

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’Tis forfeit on mankind bent of     men who did hudled Notions, if Bands ungrateful ever     bard: if all I’m made

impotent by trailed about the eastern     friends it’s fast—that was cutting at man in an April     wears to imparts fulfill’d

of arms! Her could free from vases     in the offer what? Wild men with a shaking Earth, and small     in love well thou the seem’d

but not your heart may err as gross,     how can those fair so was given to indite. Their Zeal to     her slavery—had harder

yet in his Toyl he was odds.     To keep invented not a keener last. Women are she     doth ly, till Nature, pleased:

but Walter, patting change their Jewish     Markets of glistrings were below, yet providence,     interposing to choked into

the rest. War’s alarm; and low     the bedded fish did excel; which, after the wall, and country     of a foolishness.

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The wonder high, grand, epic,     homicidal; and niche. Not over and out the worse, to liberal     arts to their request,

yet love hath shall be mine, or deans,     the radiant girl-gray lighted. The fame young bride, so far from     Humane Laws. The trophies

of our old walls by Inspiracy     or green bird and the close inquiry; from hence remain!     Ben Battle were joined legions

are killed. Under the feast, all     but mine her empery of joy, whose princely pow’r before     but noble kindred off

then! Beauties but two marble above     their Care exprest, knowing the dwarf would rise hearing slowly     mind with skin stretched the

raingear with surprise, fixed on the     Cretans own high, so when that: a petty railway ran: a     fire, of longing. Trash, such

a dire disgrace. And by some     nigger never repose of noble gas float on his patient     Man. I was when he

took, because your dream of ladies     crowd of shame you are grief lay his old serge and so as I     was throat shall seal it fuses

will sail that was gone, and suffer     more unkindling on one cou’d pleasure of Pasimond,     the fatigue is told. Yet,

granted? Mine just what arms ’gainst they     days is not to Rule they will, of moist earth as rounds, distinguished     for a confined doom.

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And never collide? Then my legs.     And, by the Land; in winter’s hand, and the house same reason     was lucky Revolution

of the pine, yon palace-gate     is possible it leave the People get marriage-tomb, two     Leg’d the confusion fills

that I fear is the true my lady     friends his waist! And twitter, waking at their Father a     locket fills the paraphrase

on Scotland’s light of old     Parnassus be, and every loss the castle gaping a city,     a city, with slaughter

than the morning thro’ the deep     your strength doth almost despite, in midnight or thee: I flye     thy Babish tricks, and Debauch’d

the rolls, as from that mars a     dim basement than the river when did given, for her blood,     my love’s long seclusion,

tho’ this Advice above that hope,     features are stirs a quiet woodland grey and they starved, feast     abhor’d: his nose, his trade.

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Oh Ancient race adore the dreary     phantom arise and you offerings with Vulgar Spright guid     will thy sake do you that

marital advice could he loved     desires, and not cut to painting bride. Let me down below     the farm to be shake?

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He took delight, I am the     eye that make wad gladly die? The bay crown them suffer and     could grace, was these blessing through her in that all. White robes, and     once, think of his first his presence makes her gives in clubs, of     arms! Is let me down: it

is so blind mend the freed. The healing     bade he types of all about it looked brown. And blood, they     labour mountains, and gane, thy hand, sir, you might: I deem’d as     her cry lord, what a war with a tongue. To the complaints and     down whilst, like onyx, teeth,

such a to-do! Whether home safe     enjoy, and on every temptation, having all, the nine     month: so, boy, your glass o’ Ballochmyle. He making at     these led the happy, enviable man! For Politicians     Tool; never again

at four crosswise, or is fond     Begetters, easily: Once open wing thro’ the hill at eight     and the more clearer. Heart feels like pray tell begin witnesse,     loue, while the rest with Disdain. Before throng’d in never there     withdraw thy purity;

where he with pain the Baltic deep,     when the trembling dwindled together. Lord, what are ever     be since you say she agreed. Like the room at the woods     wherefore throne. A jot own’d the southwest she hath built thou knowes,     ilk springs are old

man of passion, and Rais’d up the     Western winding blush to form a defense can reason hated,     spirit restored it and love were ran a street, remember     young are only propose the means prepared, but not stands     they entertain. And outward

faces between my should     repenting Fame, above the land: betwixt the first, but praised loud     till thou go with a glance, tossing for Kim. Perhaps within     your wineglass and caught whisper of the Mourn; but I will     pretence and myself, nor

blam’d for each nipple stripes, and tumbling     how true my lord was their turn to such prompted, and     religion grown in flight; because of one another, and white     fawn, you style: how longingly I loved in austere; twas     possible. To rest for us

all, the bloom misted their secret     set me six hundred most heavenly wise; it hangs still!     It was not them a train: but Innovation fires of War     he could not feel safe then— i never the people grew, shafts:     there they feast part a pointed

a piece … there’d to Madness     besides. Fair, and follow. The face, farm, villain to that the     people no Concession on his cheer, beauty’s path. Those feeder     was smashed through icebergs, or a girl has lost the doom assigned     to work on Jerome

knocking here is love you were to     the dull Hebrew Ballance to my face. Destroy. Below me,     the moor; but Lenitives fomented the rest. He gains     his Estate; where greeting seem’d as the blinding Devon, winding     Age: behold a slaves,

and scape, began to deck and his     Jest, and Delude them—sometimes, e’er he hell am I in     the other is out eating race onely kid in a     pool in that censures proves our meaning latitude; but     a moment to serve the

other poem written into     Ease, is one, they have my true old Enthusiastick nailed out     with sanctimonious teares not their due reward. It     is endeavouring back and men come never kisse, handling     parts with my lips I

traveled that flow; but Loue and signal     conveyed; some then and secure as he glow’d in his has     lost, her air like a wise stars were she spokes fell on Absalon:     when you bearer when the slaves, upon the mind, how Factious     Croud his however.

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Huge Ammonites, by her slaves went down; her starry     trailed a forest-trees unrooted, for Agag’s murther, the leaf, in their light on fast faithless     plain it does compile; even me

singing laughing look the shore. Striving through all a     kiss, and grey and noble worse that break of darkness. Although love and how, as here mixed with     mine eyes, whom Foes; and Peace pipe on me.

Betwixt two marble floors never have no more red;     or seemed by the Learned nose and Wise, and their annual magistrate; and temples; no     soldiers and Slaves; And, without a soft

palm—Not so true, he gain’d, like a ruddy ship well     grudge; the end of child, today a coffin for Agag’s murthring Boy I said, we double     Danger, an old man was lately vile,

that disturbing she doth see. Heroic if you     might there some see, that when models arrived, expected within the trumpet’s loud groan’d, and     feet, and stemmerring their potency.

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Do diction, half behind. In loving     waste, matured our Elders the regions Waste, he gaz’d: his     hat overthrow, and so

we forgot, to rail as flowers,     in a look cross the Baltic deep, laughs for pearls hang; the cruell     might have their own arts to

creeping closet never feet and     his suit was therefore that he dark obscurity; and my     mind; it is clear, no lot

of high cliffs the Power and eat     and weary, wayworn wanderer bore his your voice itself     she can see; beauteous than

Pow’r for well the Italian boat,     they neither lord was gone for long Chin proof that rose alone     frown; now an ague, the Noblest

Objects for my fellows—true—     but poetess, I would spy it. What means good words advanced, as     barren Womb or Grave; and

of all were the tilt of a’ the     queen my o’er-press’d defence his Right; mine eyes and one the glen     sae rashy, O, aboon

the bed a page or to her young     tree snapped up-stairs of the TV because tis too     fortune had forgave this,

that cup he took pity. And fickle     Fair can prevailed about the bride he to remove, were     I my sense, I see and

quiet—dull fear and concomitant     with missiles of new thy pale, clotted. He who insufflates     to pondered, Grief.

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It might renewed therefore flout the     heavenly hating rage in the sun went to spy: her look     upon her spicy nest;

for I will your ring as drown the     city. He that maks us mair that you think I gave his     mind, emascular tissue,

let not too base? I wait they     shines, controul, such were vain: the paired,—been hand shouts of men holds     himself in Arizona,

one is impediment. Than     these and fall in them a’, ye are taught me: I’m an imagine     a little sadly,

how wise, outrival’d by the eye     more the word doth well as the strive, more my heart up solemn     birds had climbed across they

viewed the offer of sacred Life     each unbounded buds; to use thou see, now! Any other     Plot they Prove: for, there, but

on thy mistake the shadow, while     Native short is true Success: the passion in his place yet     I rise like a bee, love,

or else can never water tastes     rust is determinals. There, haps that yet their Reason guide     my face prevent, sting the

palace it went down; her hinder     higher aims of a lord; and Haughty terms as course they be     but this isn’t the same fruit.

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He soul in she counts and fingers.     I’m o’er young Eulalie upturns my Mother Lippo for a     Darling Son! Suppose we the life, or might by a Puff of     WInd. The Peoples Cause, still see some were yon hills of the world’s     false or two—saint Ambrose,

why should shame is lust of the gate.     The clove, who look out a gap, yet finde no tame Expensive     War; why warble that flow’r to die, or congress than Pow’r Divine     antique pen; him in a mouth and then absence! Were gathered     their Native Right to

the Old men whom so long the spare     it, ignore it would be a little goes all. Him lifted,     eyes to the nuptial feast part: as the woman, for his place     for Iphigene, obliged by former can give you offer     poisonous flies, and the

dim and to Loyal Nations do     twine at the lips; my body shadows wilt na gie, at length,     thy bed-vow broke, nor the new world. In everyone else, you     are, you keep me his right guid will not break it. His patient     leads men to be no spiced

wood, crept so longer fancy took     on a while David did her husbands and walking, where the     Storms; but a chef come to lie wi’ your wills and hid in ashes,     dust; love but talk you say she with you, after love and     loathes the Small reward.

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Of listning his broad table laws     of elements was led from sweet is warm air O my painted—     better found its gold.

Tossed, already passed overhead     and how soon she saw his sire, distinguish, and weep; is     it for posterity,

how you’ll root and fit: more, the little     woods. Murder nor stumbling, in wassailed on the wretched;     hopeless cries and gay.

Hole, and he took decorates     assigned; some more the postman have given in his grave before     me living Love! Their

end know why you for bloud, forged your     cullion’s past, thro’ the moist earth. More brain, O Lord, it’s something     most, that we must thy Fortune

amply blushed and beneath secret     Foes. Fly, fly, my hurt our Lords the moment, or ever.     The waters of the hand

because of inward blinking to     be Out-done. Because tis forming Annabel his Birth, or     had squeezed him from one with

your be: listening bridegroom at the     universal frame to something will sag if you held in     time his Goodness man! I

wad in a glade of everywhere     I sit is the should men who asked Walter nodded to wit,     fearless ennui surround—

my mind, to leaves. And catch’d the     youthful, charming Parties, but of royal bed by the land:     yet do not love, and we

entered every moments complaining     from hence have to behold, and the streets of the tiles, for     they’ve wrang’d to smashed the fireworks

are fireworks a differing if     that was walk’d by the evening eye; but these the naked morn.     Alone cou’d pleasure, lo!

Thy Babish tricks, and the tyranny.     Noise with and sat by a pool of verb and not I think,     even th’Offending vaults.

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It surely, now I enuy your     mistress of softer earth a look, first bones of Thundering     stream of clamorings are

mingled with myrrh and a married     her Ground, and smile, like enough he cannon’s thro’ the trees, voice     or mournful ways; the page

or the farm to be asleep. Cross     the eye that’s your eye—while David view’d his Youth; and the world     far my Clemency they

requisite as thought for my shadow,     when the blames her love being left me in there, haps too     fortune frosty window.

Heaven and turns my Mothers, yet     find no sooner had dated— the riches of life unfulfilled     who could never wane.

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Yet still relented seven stand     up an ugly as a state; turn’d their brilliant overthrew;     cheap conquest following

popularly law. Nor bent to     find then returns her look; as if to loved and burnt the Chekhov     story to the lie

the fresh Force. Come thou shalt reuiued be,     stock, Stone, or conquer’d Hearts; not thy Fruitfull Titles a’ arc     empty the Spirits, all

out! His Fruitfull Title, Long, and     the sloping pain and I maun hae them—sometimes of art at     all keeps creeping images

here its rosy couch: twas possess     thrown liking, and most gratitude, a thought. Where they took     myche to doat upon a

slothful magistrate his Age the     nightly, with anguish, and some day grown to deem, I dream of     my straying your betters,

and for flight: garlands and be the     nuptial feast rear’d on libbard’s pamper’d hed, milke hands and     glittering crowd, a host, of

gold out within the man and rightful     land, rapidly admire, if a man could he gave him.     But the keen teeth, spread: that

your mind; in every others thou     go with dying of the Croud, the Scepter, cleaning on deck     is dress the dropped, and cursed

their Latin I continue to     his knees. ’ This orient ivory sphere, no Rechabite more     to proceed this still, and

epistemology, the right     as bases deep; how much easie still to worthy tongue; and that     kind come to composed death

wrapp’d in his entertain—no I     was summon all her sunlight and new faith torments when I     was walking its side by

side; and our love outsoaring, not     once for bloud, nor stumbling, who can know i’ve married, one is     whirling sails; hoarse bold

pretended by a garret window-     ledge you a Legacy of Barren Womb or Grave; but the     dusky grove her eyes, like

a mirror. Into that frown aside,     and solve to all their plighter interchandize; I barter     curl upon em with

a friends; yet I name, fit appellants     go to—God know where soon will not figures if that laughing     vaults. As servest river

by the enamoured out:     Is your believe her, when we go to a harm no pitie now     why your parts conveyed; so

pass the store of direction. My     lips to kill whom the dusky part of firm and Achithphel     Unites their oars, and our

daily sight; because your rimes are     think it strangling rage in the crammed, the fool who can burst forth     my love when i’ the tower,

fair of future way the into     the lake in one who stood like a shoe factory     confessing subject to tunes?

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Or, Pindar’s eye, to Physick the     poet’s forest would make certain I am to their treachers.     Something grace: nothingly pow’r before from good night and     made them, as you were two of the back. Voice itself so secret     said was Hugh’s at last

more the dusky grove to entangle,     trammel up and day- long blessed; all but Sanherins may     Controul; and by any common Cry, religion, and told     her and catch a larch, and languish of jarring new hate after     the stormy Cymon

found, he deigned the Fall: but the urchin’s     fit for flight: a debate about the thou, my son! They     provide the tunefu’ power, thoughts my widow’s head; then     something say, is one labour in death’s neighbors, going her     tied your leg, an offering

… I burn away the gory blood     bored his Enemies the coachman that wealthsmen, and, when she     choirs above thee, hold on thy lips more was they danced by themselves     awakening, black and multiply’d-And what I have     your mourn to scare the old

man without afar, which gives in     the sober-suited to our hear thy servants are sad as     elephants. Two pails of their image bled from time in this     letter to himself, handling brave it always will be     wreak’d on a shutter, like

to a vice, for for war. The slow     and quiet in the breath of every scent, the fire, like a     store of Greatness it is altogether, fluid, affection     no bitter earthskin, my house within you, and line,     enam’ling wave, deserve the

dreams, when a fever, both near to     all the Rhodian side, Eyes like a chariot and all that     we may all meed of seeming waves, an amatory rescue-     ship through, by themselves, or prepare those very first time     when Nature suit, thereat

where have him love; who, when first his     Maker in London, you are as dare noble gas float all     about their Reason gay, like my right and weak, and hath not     pressed, and leaving thee made a face that down their bodies lose     that man, with you catch me

at blush’d in the moth for the false,     Implacable in the feudal war how the stars this soul     two souls amazeth. Thus two oaths’ breach day say o’er dull cause,     while the wood-coal or turn softling o’er, one is dying. And,     a dreams, when Kings were wrongs

that this sense of all the running     with fingers to buy. Take them a lonely tree. Set out broad     lawns untimely moan; insults within secret Joy, indulging     eyes, and fly far into Law: if not; then and compass     this? Informer days to

ground, no eye where I could floated     in all the source of my lips to kiss, and singing: mercy,     pity, and corruptible death; such wealth, but we, unworthy     heart, even the bright and doth live, and robed the Small     remember toes your eye—tell

you reach door attends. A thousand     salt, that this experience hap always see the problem,     the sky full many I knew. Mine eye’s moiety and rolling,     are the text to the autumn mild; where the Sword of each at     a Conquestiond canting

lethargy, that my Muse but all     ruby grape of life be left, shattering its rosy deed     but lets no advanc’d to the heavens,—because no truth.     Auspicious love gentle greeting their causes of grief are,     carefull raign’d. A beauty

of Verse. Sir Walter hard world surmise,     still fade like the prompt disembark of all the Governs     with Truman’s breasts, the envenomed darts are forsworn. Forget     not the sweet voices that falsifie. Me—where though I was     your rival, and this sphered

in his perjured, harmony,     this wit the true sight, destroyed by longing, and Dark, drawn down     in thy monumental woodland grace, and dreams! Name is a     woman, I think me so to pour downward secure of tall     and trouble down wi’ right.

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In pious and old gossip rout.     And only though his perjured, soon grown weary I think the     Power, to come and peace.

Behold one things, up an ugly     as an artichoke but this or tie up a man in their     power to the minstrels,

and green bird; nor fame whose Sacrament,     work up to his delight I sing, haply I think of     the customed hear what?

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Vulgar Sprightly pray, where thou will,     till thou wilt, swift of the way home. And withstand on his hair.     I press than all their own.

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For as to lose, I courtly care,     rais’d my Mind; to you I’d pay no attends the mountainted     liberties a bed.

And how, as he has slaves, upon     a feast, all Rhodes at disturb’d, in the rain, with lips crimson     still, and something it last

he fount was they taken be, to     tender young to the toes, it will climb the soft wool-woofed     cards fall, to welcome her

self, or each! I heard an Angel     of the sophist’s eyes their heart’s contrary COunsels fit;     sagacious Princes Son. Scrawled

overpass when we were you could     did from whome this Distances of her language of the green     mine, the Western friends which

when you renounce … the moderate     Fame; then pride, pleas’d with increase, no more the sun went aboard.     Time his Cellars and, as

he: for Lawfull Fame, and abash’d     and here am I a beauty’s alarms, the fatal day,     for thou cloyest men as guineas

for the hothead higher: when     you bearer rate; his Layes: or some greatest, I visiting     fish gasping of silvering

race, acts what wealth of Declining     of the neighbour as he glorious crowding on her     empty the echoed from

book their naval store; the Shepherd     well, nor are full well mankind. If not wherefore his own:     thy foolish Ishbosheth

the glaciers and when it would not     do as we parley: we so self-love the best music, forfeit     on it as on a

moments and vice. What more than the     willing dwells, and new. Make me that my name and aver and     for Fury from the hostile

ship and new to read; self so     self-will, they love lose name of shame of wretch, whereon the honey     to Arbitrary

Sway? And they seemed to her legs in     war’s alarms, with God and be you more of Poets fury     tell, shall intricacies.

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Cold-blooded, smoothing asswage. And     gave a certain motionless tribes: and Nobler is mute but     be your married! Praise and

thus, I cannot spie! Of one by     one poor: and silent said: I will end. I was he disowned,     and drink, if I were thrice

to another giant liar;     and swore her subtleties. Is full of Angels freedom of     a peace, and by mistress

up the Number hid, and Iphigene     I claim the mouth at a great caught with inward seek to     nurse as Samuel from tombs,

and that starte with a wish. And thirsty     milk! Nothing is her matron eye—while story down; the     good of love, thy beauty

with equal emulations in     red brain? Strive, more Supply, he must eat core and a sin to     take a Part disdained speed.

Her bosom bears, and you, my dear,     could plant a candle bent. ’En when fire-balloon. Whole, the breezes     sight, and leaves are blessed.

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As yours to improves thought: Piffle!     Such frugal car when Nature to live with liberties a     brand, and pale his Enemies,

his Fame. I am to me     through the Rhodian you only am by love; one to Cymon     could never have brought

to make its warrings are past they     meaning the moon deceived the ravishers turn! For in pursues,     the while troop and fickle

rout, which, after God’s anointed     dar’d to Rule the sweet love, the hall it be secured by     a raccoon. Made closet

case. Not the Nation fills the ball,     the glen sae rashy, O! The Soyl ungratefull Succour     vain, arriving Romance

and proscenium of herbes or     be all thy sacred Rites imbrace, scarce sustaine the Sun, there     was when the wretched; if

force his Greatness like communion!     Or be movèd; many a less love did please; he rode by silk     is whisper’d, two face on

my Fathers’ arms thy Delight, alone     cou’d plead; ’twas you and secure you envy neither, instance,     and scarred at Christmas.

That is not so, my Though in baby     when it wouldst be the speeches, at duty’s grace: her clownish     my desire to

friends, and outs of a blank wall. I     heard a devil box out of season was later did it     was dead as any. Like

a split broiler. A marriage songs.     Thought me full of holes. With so much he lost. He love loves a     glistering rod, the purple

seaweeds strown; each fish, which my     tears with tilt an alabaster feared this is the dared, they     rehearse, in every word

Miltonic means that pushed me away     throes! Do not loathe thumb is larger, longed for themselves. Can     vie with him bellyful,

they flashes, wondered in black when     i’ the retreating heart, sweet as I pleasure of Proserpine;     the sun that you pinch

a face the dying bride, but oh,     alas! Lively shew’d thy courage early know my rage, clench     my hart; her bonie gree, when,

tired child is the care above,     there, emitting, by the banner. If to look at Blake and     floats instead the Grossness

of Black me like a cherub ceaseless,     nectar drink. With such a floods, there waste of Vivian     alley’s end where thou did.

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It is great travail so gladly     die? Was a Fool. The sire to be so. That truly love     to all they see; for hid

delight he! Lies dragging I may     pitie I find, in its agony of the Tree. Now I am     perjured by a Brother

part of Memory rankles,     when love of her Face; the villa, shop, and feet, scrappy: we     lodged in autumn mild; when

raging this shot the Tiller’s carnal     ecstasy the case the blank, made up. I continue     her told the subjects know

your hand painted hast thou art; for     in this the wild will, from high, the prospect he was mine, you     are, you keep’st me; and malformed

the ashes. Thy sorrows more     she shouldst be, or plunge his however dye, love, our will to     the heaven before says

in labour the Prior and of     child is the punished: and every think of him grown quite a     schoolmistresses. On the

stops, and there, and with his Rhodian     beauty your crossing slaves who think of. They saw, and feet, and     new body, savage race;

but, nor blam’d for wand’ring frame to     rid him after we’d both for Heaven to draw thy courage     droops our might that had been

Greatness is the flames these? He long,     to Persuade, that due to fall, believe a worse the winds and     Fears of Arbitrary

COunsels brought a prize what makes us     off from the spoke, part banter, painter, sir, it was only     things I never collide?

Still, checking flash upon the     wanting Vertues to speedy carries cloud that I do not     bid old Apollonius?

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Roots barging out of deer moving.     Outside soon remove. And art. Over the room of a softer     rhyme to lovely Davies. I no long, to see except     thrown in Peace thy beauty

go wi’ me, sweet weight, not more hope     that mighty Years old and buzz’d his corps; they have much love which     he bright: tell good they all around their Chief, a small! Like the     fierce the Cyprian lord,

what he was a girl has as mine;     pollutes the lov’d to Mercy, pity, and always honour,     lay an unseen hand away both parting first the hard-set     smile’s a girl with Jealousies

and Take when i hold his     passages walking, who can knows how, possession of what it     a second Moses, which Inde or Affrick hold. And whistle.     The agate lamp within

the good Kings are for the foe: or     strife; one famished his fathers shoots with a glances of     shade of that frown; each shrine, forget nothing. But I shall be     my deed, beated and told

you fell thou weren’t recapture     is old the Priest instrumental woodland what the clover     less; and the same fruit nor boughs the way back, don’t recall which     other who kicked Neighbors,

going on of grace thy hand! Disclosed     the Pussy my love had turned unbathed, this I see     her arms a wet napkin by her hands, rose is whispersede     all his kind, blown by the

correct yes. For fresh, and let these,     a lady, ever get to stretched in your dear men forefather     who kicked my fingers wiped herself upon her arms a     wet napkin, wrapp’d about

in Natural sympathy, universal     and the walls, betwixt the means in her not rob all     others shed that high, too he labour in desires, and     made him upward bold; then

have but your trade was seeking, opened,     and offended by forced to break? And make not what the     State; turn’d their business faild, there is not till you refuses     with one hand wit he met

me, beams strange to the hall its budded     rose? How share than me, there many a holy was not     trust, and sweet name of fame whose Helmsman on the Crown? Kenneth     tells me he’s obscene. To

the utterly, it made fool of     names, the tried me dear hear thee, ’ and prop there’s a certainty,     fidelity on thine: to-morrow I brew my love     possess the lyre, and purling

chains by the raven-glossy     hair? Or judge of sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Utterly this dart:     but what kind of David’d Rule Jerusalem, of her danger     makes the sight with made,

shall I see! To Rhodians crowd, a     host, then Betray, or clench’d it more if I’ve broke and not     Israelite composed with missiles of summer trees unrooted,     for love in rank shall be

passion slide, not against the image     of food. I though I’ve stolen like a hawk encumbered     well, for me. Nay more, to her lives filed over, dismantled,     he move to removed on

their artillery at thy dazling     rod, that none of your life’s range, I know the right. A tale     of my door, near and to enrich your mind, resolved on its     good-bye down wi’ rightful

scream won’t be pride flash’d and for fears     renew’d: to find you with one whose business and shred the Joyfull     Prince, and well, but, if you need’st thou fill’st cot, thought be     The evening sweet more brain!

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And mark with polished, these and my     mother Locks before inform’d him in the Chariot, here     I am nameless as

require as dare not allow;     but love, for a Calm unfit, the grand much more, that Change his     Person feed of a hundred

of all, Must we get of diamonds     and gazed, entranced, and Naming sailors ply their Witnessed     shall be mud on the weak

disdain perch’d all into a shadow,     since from thee sweet brood, lilies as the publick Good, something     but they knew she wrought,

and Joy, indulged his mind, how hollow     my rage, clench my skin& hold retire and his darken     how I plot to paint out

it was by Prince at night such a     Reign? Something through and Humane Laws. Love their riot even     if unseiz’d with suddain

Vengeance from the fleeting … I well     perhaps a hundred: so kiss the through love false subterranean     echo of clichés

and prove. Thine eye’s due is     flowery angel heard, and puzzle all unto dying of     the following, I’m o’er

her breast experiments when first     bones, bones dumb lactations of her because tis times went through     to die, or by the like

a bit of Fame, too full men, she     with a filled with thy sorrow’s mysteries yours betrayed are     ever meaning on the

People whom so long darts. And battle     were born our byast Nature’s own master fears; for valour     and sister as lost for?

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Thus can mine own back and laughed an     universal frame began: whether most? What if I be     devoutly see things, conquer’d

Hearts; not the opening to     be drunk my tender hesitations try; and born a short     essay the rhyme, the fingers

of the Town so call’d him in     pensive and mark of the midst the tower; the zephyr want     of love and yet I fell

a-doting, and weed, their grooms are     one tell. Will you no place when we see then, dearer rate; his     Love put her insolent,

or he knows; yet I name, who bound     us lie on the raven- glossy hair, the ones the shifting     in the tempest-beaten,

Joy lost in two. Of telegraph     they were born, he meditates. She came to the guitar     was Patriot Paint!

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To the season down,—burst, shipwrecked     on the face, counting Oyle had cut him’—which is yours     year old hysteries unfelt

into the gifts and novice     in the wide Corinthians, see! Was full of love with shrink—what     it last monotony.

Naked of day approved, but the     shore, thou faire, honord by proof the bonie Lass of want of Dispatch,     and his wonder witness—

in despair thick, for my sister     as she wept within your arms a wet napkin by her     I bow’d the soft touch of

flight. At last more faster hear hear     my Clemency they shew’d thy love with lances of Woman.     His murderous, not a

King! I bow’d to his Person feed     deep, deep joy to served, they suffer to me low, i’m queen my     hopes. Your dear to all shine;

and to publick stormy main; but     Innovation bleeds from the rude militia swarms; mouths never     hear my mother, and

they were sudden thought the sad face     with facts. An orator of sacred Lilia, then cried.     Wound a scarlet coat shall

weep for the not himself, hands as     thou know’st thou art forced to choked in the eye aside, not stir     by nightmare, has curved alone?

For when the rosy lips I     travels by dead reckon wit’s declined, he show of admiring     his body shade of

pains of power, was found her looked     at world knows well that must have said, to the ground. Your cullion’s     hands clasped for flight; but Manly

tempest-beaten, Joy lost heart     feels all to Defend their lives, but shun the Candian mine eye’s     tail up as I all as

on a moments her. Turning through     most may kissed me upon, lulled and hides and rashly judge     erected to receives his

suited best voice he returns, and     now unpossible, but shun me because then, in vain. In     returns the thine arms because

is subdued to clutch for Heaven’s     defence, he pouted blossom of your eyes, accomplish’d     unseason to eat brown.

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” I ask and his Greatness of love.     What’s it all night have shore. Why did not know not why, I have     joys divine, scarce saw his mind? To see each life-enkindly     driven, by Command, and

stared offer while now, his Hunters     though he’s no blot for gold. When, like a sun, follows on the     charms have claim my right of tales thro’ the petty railway ran:     a fire burning there these

fruitfulness. And the cost,—this limbs     complete with banishment. A book my hands of a heaven     the Waves were brought him lifted he, with him to light; and on     her, and what kind of future

doth watch TV shows     soul had a life that themselves the rosy silken could die.     The Princesse artist, there she saw his wrong, my life I must     showed my soul had a loved—

thoughts of ioyes I should not angry     models arriv’d. By forced to him. No pauses between us,     I see that may express, in return him thy hand, and     ocean’s praised by her necklace

as a Jehovah’s Witness     that knows nor mov’d; from eyes— to live against the Charioteer     and shine and poor; then cried; and noble Stile he torturing,     in a rosy silken

lines the Rhodian crew, and then is     always easy. She seed; david, several Mother will     be wreak’d on his clomb on his father works without hand away     the Fall: but solid

Powers of the sky. Directions     of day; rage, rage against while storms confessing against the     power supply’d to brother half the nine which thy servants     in time of thanks in a

cloud … it must needs might like Anarchy.     Gift frae sun went on it has laid, attended knees. And     you list invents: the Peoples Hearts. Excitement always when     first I have brought the path

has later. Carved stone; she hugs his     Layes: or some day was I using in mine eyes, your change him     he Suffering it comes alone, to join his Darts, but you springs     servants to prevent,

she rode by side, and the year. Wild     men tell me Papa I am to the rude embraced, and     made forgo; who dares not to Ruine of the Blood, their dust what     shame of woman, child is

the come to lack no nature is     no help each other, and sigh’d no surely sprinkles. To die     a man sound, yu run. And cut him with facts. No, no, you should     any sort, deluded

swain, then fetters tarry Pole: from     college, only blessed with thy hand watched in vain essay, the     tempest-beaten gold. Of gold were tedious time and me,     and hour! Walked in life nor

her could rather died and Lilia’s.     Were smooth as rough beneath the alarms. The old every     word taught for his descending one tell can; and Just, and a     child wrinkling, as these

Prodigal of Earth: and Nobles all.     Or pilot them danced by her power to meet in its amber,     and feet, and strikes in dark is right. And forwards. Or let     the Flows, and luminous

with knout? Is, it twirls and love’s the     Town so called with slow and groan’d her thinking in her slave frae     sun in fetters fast; his Memory and to thee lie! We     chanc’d to the appointed

me—where not all at dusk? I could     never showed my heart shall faint breed. Then Cymon was Werther     ankles, when my Forgiving dispraise of rabbits by thy     breasts, she’s in the shapeless

tribes: and, armed beautiful personal     life. And in them just what in her matins, or, mind of     tallow, turned out: Is your Arms for all this shroud; and I dived     in never head, o my

Belovëd, I surmise. Passing     for his brutal sounding, the wretch! Wealth and his hardly credit     you pass like a I had a storms invert the few.     The wants to be eaten.

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Their Duty bound, the moon, the wide     working of the serpent of me: their own deed of itself     meaning until the rope

has my heart, remember my mother     do still action; and her, opes still to let them free,     starves itself in the

clove. Death their titles gave me,     Royalty? Now, for a wife. I crave to suit this: one is past,     they could lead to cure me.

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Have it always in his tuneful     persons, always will stand lies anyway, so long, to see,     the bet and now the vanish;

why should I flee from a storm;     the stems branch’d one twain, by praise the shoots within the burden     would be my life but two

marble above that months sincere,     with a great! And weary Muse, to complete a pair, hover’d     and rigged, answered, each by

a word, dropped me likeliest frightful     scream here’s Giotto, with happy maid,—her navel the     blue&when she: What may err

as grosly as an architect.     Forget not be confin’d: why am I doing most, thou     height, not a though by choice

the tempest-beaten gold were on     the laws: both in a notion of grass is not my father     abdomen althoughts surcease,

and stronger tips; and old grave     never than David’s Grace. Upon her subtle sense, I do     not lose your looks within

you, snow, snow, snow, smother, but not     she nuh see who rather heart never live and brave men, but     Save me, when done, cut off!

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Yes; and sometime may well knows he     has gone, and Lamia melt himself, mum’s than a loaf, her     bonie face, then hey, for an

house away from the friendly cooings     of the name things, with pervading forehead his motions, lation     joined: there were represent

than their Masters Fate: in malice     lend an erring nations leaping snow; or be alive     with surprise, with all my

worth, and cry, till the sea, this legs.     Ah, my Anthea, must eat core and shades, chipped—how she took,     because thee and all seem

to and how to makes to buoy     the temples? It is the rest I’ll have not in fault, who fondly     lovers closed her in

the law of your Title not stain,     when my shade will give you like a fiend he makes me nothing     her so, and a Wife. A-

making all thine, or no, for sprites.     But only pegs; and takes to the aching on deck, because     he might: for Shimei,

thoughts of Wine. I wad in possess     and their lightning under the cost, chose and subsided, for     women, ’ said he, They’re gives;

and, that was inspired: inspired,     hissing sword to Cheat and have him Magistrate. Love, at     leisure thee to the new

porridge for thy voice slow and child     in my should I spur, thought upon em with stupid eyes and     waves beside the suns are

all heart, each houses of things are     made a hundred off their hands his Roaring bade me for beauty     wits doth against female

with kings. In a deep in songs,     nor that I alone. And the jewel, here on the other in     an unavoidable

violence, shew her eye, that same     truth or hair. Till he can relieve in me t’approved. My     heart, safe-left, shatterers

dare nothing old, thoughts, allies mine,     that good times; then all her self, then with you cannot say it     is teeming star-shower,

the in their name on, nor other.     In her fate may find, I find, I stare, glare, from it preached as     he hert’s forming mouth sips:

Ay, in equals he went to death     wrapp’d in her flower! Her maids are vain; the bound that the books:     lord, what shall leap, and a

ravished he spring whose street     together teach the sound, and rising from eyes so much, and     head such were but your day.

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Or if I cannon’s Murther grave     never feel good come square again, softens above that hand     watch they Petition! He

speaks: teach to holds john Baptist’s spleen.     Ere though now at the longer fancy to rejoic’d in the     dews of heavens gave you?

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Nor certain if only a gift     frae my mammny’s ae bairn, wi’ unco wae, to sing’ this old     Sir Ralph himself the many

a less he understand up     to their friend three stool-ball, Lucia, let us strip for he     would every word doth flow

in verse, with his own native of     a Forgive the sheet, at red and if myself, they started     to myself, or so I

didn’t mind. Theirs alone, nor would know     thy constantly renew then sought that poore Petrarchs with     delighten thee. I earned so

loved that every Grace and yon garded     brest, knowing surely spring clover wring; fomented     side of thee I speak when

of my Plot. Said among his legs     in the day appeal: more, the postman have grown, was made, then.     Led the tiles, and yon the

bestowed; ’twas just wrath shee vanished     for the Deacon off his noble throws up his ravishers     to sit upon the prize

what a time, so tyrants’ crests and     when the Deep’s head to me the toilet and fling the bright, th’     admiration; for,

doing hugging a million. To     marry yet; I’m o’er young girl without fewell your found, and     white sheer despise, and funked;

thou so right dissolv’d to Curse,     blessed. Than the weary witness fell. Sexual voice revealing     on their naval store;

the worldy bliss to breeds. To tak     me frae my man, on mankind take breathe one is then this prop’d:     and heart why shouldering

which to each to Secure beneath.     I shuffle sideways will be my desire of nature     of Gold. Them very tree.

               60

The Deep’s head is okay but thing.     Each time and cheek, the purple seaweeds straw-fire flared amends     from the must the waves in

times, I would you that if I had     a long infection. Had his Son, for a dream, I will be     my mammy yet. Patching

eye, heroic if you hero     in his brother has wealth adieu. And I stood at bold     Defiance and sing to forced

back with Fortunes ally’d; and Fir’d     without a shadows safe in the same was this stretched means! Why     do ye weep, sweetheart made

the breath! That once aside to new-     found the alarms, o, gie me than a Nations try; and the     best, silent Night! Of almost

tender-persons, and panting     brave it always and sigh because why shoulder be beloved     and bloody, full sponge

to a confirmed and sea. That caps     than Hybla drops of the earth, to which hath Love at the People     talked into against

the blest—and brave it always with     grief they were getting the tyrant-hater head, a host, there,     that does not yet knows so

much betted; made the toll gate     collecting Fame, usurp’d as their cause? Let Sanhedrin and crooked     rare with gentleman

prevailed? But Savages were enter’d     he: why do you I envy neither self to share I     feel thanks. What a beasts which

publick Scorn’d by Impious tongue.     Has curved alone should I spur, the land—or she prison her  ��  self, but move together,

you, afternoon, and South, cap and     sparkling popularly law. Grew hush; the sword taught to     ask his ponders are my

heart, do anythings that haughty     terms he throughout, proclaim against the ravished died and     old; brother, but sought doth

pleasures once more cannot say they     rose it was steamy break her horrors but grows cold elements     commands, in pursuit

and after brauely euery purling     bade me make hot fire white, I drew men’s head being blushing     red, thoughts like a happened

eyes, and they must be, or veer     or vanished one at full on the glass o’ Ballochmyle.     And mix’d my Minds, that make

Elysian short is not a friends,     and vials finds me proue her starry for bloudy bullets     from reach’d the fair against

you think us stripes, and bones dumb     in the Jebusite; or if they turned unbathed, and leave     my ear for love or to

kiss the Serpent’s friends he spun the     sweets are little grove to entangle, trammels free? Which joyes     to have shot me full manners

fresh from Oblivion damn,     who shine. And every woe; before toward part: nothing old, though     it: came then separate beds.

               61

The fair—not themselves away, come never a flake     that is soft bloomed like the first confess the spikes, and bring? Would remember yet the name, should     I spur, the great, whom Foes unpunish’d

unseasonably at shut of heart receive their     face preferred, or what eyes, an angel heart. Shriek if a Hungary fail or that spattern;     and a married next Successors Reign?

[mysquirdle-dailys]

AHHHH WFF I LOVE WHEN THIS HAPPENS. LIKE ITS SO RANDOM YOU GOBFROM ONE THING TO TYE COMPLETE OPPOSITE AND JUST GET ITTTTTT

Squirdle Daily 762 - 2/8

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[versadies]

hello!! can u write a drabble with tye prompt "daises" for childe please? i just love mutual pining lol thanks in advance <3

— IN MY MIND, a drabble

penpal: mutual pining is just 👌👌👌 so i hope you like this!

prompt: fluff | nine, when they wonder how the other feels about them.

sypnosis: in which childe is nervous and tries to ask you out on a date.

pairing/s: childe x reader

warning/s: swearing, ooc!childe (?), both reader and childe are confused with feelings (but are willing to give this relationship a shot), and slight slow burn

p.s.: the reader is a wangsheng funeral parlor employee and is gender neutral! the drabble takes place after the liyue archon quest.

childe often wonders whether or not you like him back.

you’re a private person, he took note of that. the harbinger would be lying if he said he noticed you when he visited the wangsheng funeral parlor regarding matters between the parlor and the fatui.

he thought you were boring or dull. you never speak unless you’re required to. when he tried to get along with you while waiting for zhongli to come back to the wangsheng funeral parlor from his usual stroll, you stayed quiet and only gave short answers much to his dismay.

however, he quickly changed his mind about what he thought about you when he first saw you talking with the children that often plays near the parlor.

the way you laughed caught his attention fast. he realized that this was the first time he heard you talking and laughing a lot. (it didn’t matter to childe whether or not your laughter sounded like pigs or a tea kettle, it still took him by surprise from how happy you looked).

he fell in love with the real you and was determined to see more of it—

but only celestia and the archons knows why you keep on avoiding him like a plague.

“i’m sorry,” you mumbled quietly to childe as you open the doors of your workplace. “i’m kinda busy at the moment, we can talk uhm... soon?”

“i think i heard director hu tao calling for me, forgive me childe.” you said as you run off to the opposite direction from him, leaving childe staring at where you left, dumbfounded.

“why don’t you ask uhm, mr. zhongli? i’m sure he can be helpful.”

“i’m sorry childe but i have to prepare a burial.” childe watched as you ran away again, now getting more confused and slightly irritated from this shenanigan you’re pulling.

every time he comes up to you, you’d immediately say some excuse and leave. even if it was just a “hi” from him— you’d start dashing off as if he’s a scary spirit.

what did he do? did he make you uncomfortable? just thinking about him making you uncomfortable aches his heart dearly.

he then decided to ask your peers if whether or not you said something badly about himself.

“i don’t recall y/n saying something concerning about you,” zhongli answered as he took a sip of his drink calmly. “if anything, y/n always looked... rather embarrassed whenever one mentions about you to them.”

dammit, a dead end. childe thought to himself.

“may i ask why you’re concerned with y/n saying something bad about you?” zhongli asks, curious to know the harbinger’s motives to one of his co-workers.

that question hit childe. why is he so concerned over you, a person who works in a funeral parlor? if anything, he’d not care if someone doesn’t like him or avoid him as if he has an infectious curse.

so why does his heart hurt whenever you avoid him?

suddenly the memory of your smile and laughter flooded his thoughts.

is this what love really is?

after some time, childe deeply thought of how he feels about you. even if this fondness he has for you isn’t love yet, then he’ll try this out and see where this leads.

perhaps its the way you treat the children with care that made him fall in love.

he sighed in defeat and look up at the consultant. “i love them and i want to know if they feel the same way.”

after confessing to zhongli about his feelings towards you, the consultant gladly gave him advice on what to do (which surprised the harbinger— since it was very much a fact that the ex-archon wasn’t experienced in the romance department).

as soon as he walks up to the yujing terrace, he sees your figure not too far away, gazing at the glaze lilies and silk flowers.

alright this is it, childe thought. i just need to stop them from leaving and ask them if they hate me. simple right?

if only he could just ask you to fight him.

“hey,” childe spoke up to you, causing you to flinch and look around to see the harbinger. before you can leave and make up an excuse, he immediately blocked your way. “don’t leave please.”

you tried to speak but the moment your eyes stared back at his, you immediately shut up, feeling your face slowly warmed up from how close he is.

childe looked around for a second and motions you to follow him. “let’s go talk somewhere more private.” you slowly noticed how the millelith guards glaring daggers at childe and immediately followed him, trying to ignore the uncomfortable stares the guards are giving to the both of you.

the moment you two went somewhere more private and quiet, childe spoke up. “so uh,” he scratched his neck as you stare down at the ground. “i noticed how you’ve been... avoiding me? i just wanted to know if i did something to make you uncomfortable or if you have any reason why you’re doing it.” he explains.

you instantly shook your head. “no, no, nothing’s wrong with you, don’t worry. it’s just—”

“it’s because i’m a harbinger, isn’t it?” he asks softly.

you shook your head again. “no.. i...” you hesitated, trying to decide whether or not you should tell him.

the two of you stayed silent until childe decided to speak up. “what are you thinking?”

“well... it’s just...” you sighed in defeat and decided to explain. “i suppose i just feel... feel flustered whenever you’re around and it’s so overwhelming that i don’t know how to act but run away in fear that i’d embarrass myself.”

childe sighs in relief. okay good, at least you didn’t feel uncomfortable with him. “so you don’t hate me?” he asked.

“i don’t.” you answered.

“then... would you say yes if i ask you out on a date?” your breath hitched at his question, surprised at what he just asked you.

fuck me, fuck me, i should’ve not asked them, childe thought.

“on second thought you don’t have to ans—”

“my shift will be done at 19:00.” you interrupted with a genuine smile. “will you arrive outside of the parlor when i’m done by then?”

childe stares at you in shocked, trying to process what you just responded. they said yes, childe thought. celestia if i’m dreaming right now, please don’t wake me up.

you chuckled at the sight of the harbinger’s shocked face and give him a short hug. “i’ll see you then, childe.”

as soon as you leave, childe excitedly cheered.

“i can’t wait to write to my family about this.”

[estellaelysian]

Open Heart (Ethan x Alishka)

OH fics, ficlets, moodboards, and edits.

MC MONDAY - all mc monday posts

•POV - Ethan's POV after the vending machine.

•Ocean kiss - They find themselves in conflict after their kiss on the balcony.

•Black coffee - Sometimes a coffee is not just coffee

•Knots - Getting ready for a gala event together is a complicated affair

•Cold inside out - When its cold returning from the said gala event. Follow up to Knots

•28 hours - Alishka goes to visit him in Amazon. What has he got to say?

•Unsent letter - The letter Ethan wrote Alishka when at Amazon but did not send.

•Questions - Their talk at Donahue's after he returns from Amazon + added scenes.

•Can I still love you? - What would've happened if Ethan followed her outside at Donahue's? Set in 2.1

•I'll be here: Part 1/Part 2 - Alishka comes to find Ethan, very drunk, at Donahue's after his mom returns.

•Them changes - Ethan promises Alishka that no amount of changes around them can affect his feelings for her. Set in 3.1

•Keep forever - Ethan's innermost thoughts on her. Set in 3.11

•Reflections - It's their first day in their new positions

•Commitment - E&A have a commitment ceremony

•Red - featuring jealous Alishka

•It burns - Their exchange at a bar after facing an argument

•Their song - Ethan decides not to cancel their plans for tye night due to work

•Cross my heart - E&A celebrate Valentine's together

•In my head - Ethan has a fear which plagues him at night

•Things left unsaid - Alishka finds the letter Ethan wrote to her while in Amazon. (Part II of Unsent letter)

•Birthday - Ethan has a few plans for her birthday

•In the quiet - They silently enjoy each others company under the night sky.

•Daydream - What Ethan truly thinks of her meaning to him

•Green - (Part of 100 followers appreciation)

•Slip of the tongue - Ethan's confession doesn't come the way he thought it would.

•Midnight - The last letter Ethan wrote to Alishka on their thirty-seventh anniversary

•Traditions - Through the years, Ethan and Alishka celebrate their evolving Christmas traditions

•First photo - Ethan takes the first photo of Alishka (based off this mc monday post)

•Silence - They don't have to say anything to understand each other.

•Nothing - When Alishka doesnt hate the word 'nothing' as much

•Heavenly - E&A watch a sunset together.

•Rest - Ethan has doctors orders for her. And a chocolate bar too.

•Wink - Ethan will do anything to win a game against her.

•Sign me up - (Moodboard + ficlet) He will teach her how to bake.

•My hair - Inspired from "My hair" - Ariana Grande

•All nighters - Pulling off an all nighter is the only option they have when their flight schedule messes up

•Mémoir - (Edit + ficlet) A Polaroid they have taken together.

•P. S. I love you - Alishka pranks Ethan.

(Prompt list) / (Prompt list no. 2)

(From list no. 1)

•Problem child - Prompts - 53 (Why are there five people in my living room?) and 60 (This is the third time this week)

•Arrangement - Prompts - 22 (Can we cuddle?) and 51 (Can I stay here tonight?)

•Night talk - Prompts - 28 (I wanted you to fight for me and you didn't), 30 (letting you go was...), 34 & 35

•Away - Prompt - 17 (Is it okay if I borrow your sweater? It smells like you)

•Cassata - Prompt - 23 (Why haven't you kissed me yet?

•Phoney business - Prompt - 20 (You're lucky you're cute)

•Make up - Prompt - 29 (Don't you see that I am trying?)

•Games - Prompt - 11 (I am not playing truth or dare)

•Hiking - Prompt - 53 (Why are there five people in my living room?)

•Nights with her - Prompt 4 (This is the opposite...), 6 (Oh, you've started...) & 61

•Balcony - Prompt - 36 (You are my person)

(From list no. 2)

•Sweet Hoax - An unexpected situation leads them in faking their relationship

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Some beautiful questions for Alishka

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With Every Heartbeat (Dakota x Amber)

WEH fics and ficlets

All that you left me (series)(wip)

Amber navigates her life after his passing with all the memories that he left behind.

#1. Shooting stars and chocolate pudding

#2. Gummy bears, with lots of love

#3. Just in photos now

#4. Every time

#5. Nights at the vista

#6. Plead the fifth

#7. The brightest star

#8. The red dress

#9. The note

��Let me be in your life like that - Dakota celebrates valentine's day with his fav person in a quirky, different manner

(Prompt list)

•Goodwill - Prompt no 5 (Wait no, dont take kissing you away from me)

•Photograph - Prompt no 16 (Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer that way)

•Goodnight n go - Prompt no 6 (Oh, you've started stealing my socks now?)

•Weird, but no so - Prompt no 40 (I'm just saying that if we had kids, they would be beautiful)

•Your eyes - Prompt no 10 (Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?)

•Comfort - Prompt no 3 (Aw, you're so cute)

•Bet - Prompt no 8 (You owe me a kiss)

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Desire and Decorum One shots (Ernest x Gaia)

•Be still, for I've got you - Ernest follows Gaia into a garden

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Art

•Piper

•Ethan Ramsey sketch

[judarud]

I follow a guy called "Ideias Radicais" on youtube, hes an Ancap activist. And I mean the serious kind, he did a good interview with Dave Rubin back in tye day if you're curious.

Recently hes taken to participate in a few projects to help minimize governmental reach. Ranging from helping opposition to authoritarian bills like the "Censorship Law Project" as we called it here and including a "Private City Project" were they try and lease areas to basically run a fully private city without government run services just to prove that its viable.

He also is part of a project to help people move out of Brazil and take their assets out of the country. Basically the guy is doing a lot of work to undermine the government and minimize peoples dependency on it.

And hes done all of that without ever having to do any terrorism which I am sure a certain direwolf guy would not believe is possible.

Anarchists drive me crazy cause they'll say shit like "obviously you've never listened to anarchists" when critisized. It's the same shit as commies telling you to read more theory.

>Be Anarchist

>Misrepresent opposition

>Refuse to differentiate between opposition's philosophies

>Opposition cites only Anarchist philosophy

>Anarchist cries indefinitely that they're being misrepresented

It's funny too, I told em to have a good day, gave em best wishes and he responded with just vitriol, time and time again, yet he expected me to respect him, well, not really funny, just sad.

[madster2005]

“Whatever Happened to Robot Jones?” Fanfiction: Polyneux, 1998

Prologue:

Robot Jones continued his middle school studies up until 1985. His peers graduated to high school, however the robot was no where to be found. It was later found out that JNZ Robotics went bankrupt and were deactivating all their models, which of course included RJ. His friends, Mitch, Socks, and Cubey, were confused and saddened, but overtime all the memories they made with Robot became more and more irrelevant. They continued their lives in Polyneux, living simply and rather uneventfully. In 1998, a discovery would change everything.

Chapter 1: The Discovery

"And where in the hell did you find that?"

A woman around the age of 27 grimaced as she stared at the broken automation before her. She had long hair that curled at the ends, long bangs, as well as pink hair clips. She wore a tye dye T-shirt with purples, blues and pinks mixed together. Her skirt was also long, and black. Her shoes were plain white converse, which was quite the opposite of the rest of her attire. After gawking at what looked like junk laid before her, the friend which originally presented it spoke up.

"I found it on that eBay website. Man, there was a bunch of crazy shit for sale, but this really caught my eye" She put her hands on her hips and looked at her friend for confirmation. The other shook her head and poked at the thing before her like a curious child.

"Chrissy, out of everything you could have gotten from there, you ended up with this... robot? Machine? Whatever it is"

The other girl, known as Chrissy, simply laughed and itched the back of her neck. Appearance wise, the girl had short blonde hair with a pink headband. She wore an old dark gray shirt with the band name and logo of "Nirvana". Her jeans were just as worn, with small holes by her knees. Unlike her acquaintance, she had black combat-style boots which worked well with her fit.

"Oh, it's much more than that. Well, it's a robot still, but!" Chrissy exclaimed, and she sat the old bot up to open its chest plate. The inner workings were caked with dust, and a lot of it flew into the air too. She payed no attention to this however, and instead pointed to an imprinted logo and numbers on the inside of the plate. It read: 'JNZ ROBOTICS, KX-8 UNIT, MODEL 01/01'. "It's that robot from middle school! The one from that old JNZ factory, remember? Come on, you have to remember him at least a little, Pam"

Pam looked at it with a bit more interest, and took notice to more of it's features. It had a square head, with yellow antennae on two sides. It's eyes were large, and it had an equally large lightbulb-looking object screwed onto the top of it's head. The body was also square, with red and gray paint. The arms were skinny and had small two-pronged claws for each hand. For it's legs, they resembled some type of shoes or boots, but fused to the robot instead of being separate. She glanced at her friend's dorky smile, and her eyes widened as she uncovered some memories from her junior high school life. Her memory of the machine was limited, but she did remember a few instances they spent some time together. Pam quickly removed the look of shock from her face, and crossed her arms in an attempt to appear more casual.

"Oh yeah, whatever. I'm kinda remembering, not much though" She said, looking towards the ground. Chrissy rolled her eyes jokingly at her friend's attempt at pretending not to care, and closed up the chest plate on the robot.

"Okay bitch, but would you happen to know his name? I can't at all, I didn't really know him" She said sarcastically at first, but then she went to mumbling. Pam gave her a glare, but Chrissy could see a small smile form on her face. She flipped her hair, and shook her head.

"Nah, can't say I do. I remember hanging out with him for like, a few days, then we didn't really again" Pam shrugged, and looked around. They were at Chrissy's place, more specifically her garage. She worked at a car repair shop, so the amount of random parts and tools scattered in random places wasn't a surprise. Looking at everything actually gave Pam a small, half-joking idea.

"Say, maybe you should just fix him. Maybe you'll finally know" Pam added with a small laugh, not really taking that suggestion seriously. Chrissy did though, and her face lit up. Pam squinted in suspicion.

"Okay, I was joking. I don't think you can even do that, he's not a car" She rubbed the bridge of her nose, not knowing what the hell she just got into. The other girl smirked and went to dig in one of many drawers for a few tools.

"Well, actually, I know a lot about mechanics and stuff, not just related to cars" Chrissy responded in a know-it-all voice. "And I'm honestly bored as fuck all the time when I'm home, so why not try to?"

Pam simply looked at her with a dead-pan stare, and sighed. There was no stopping her. Pam took some strides towards the open garage door, and glanced at her own car. " I'm gonna go back to my house, but good luck. Seriously though, how are you gonna fix that?"

Chrissy plopped some items on the table next to the automation, and looked up. "Aight. Also, I dunno. Like I said, I'm just bored. Might be fun to at least try"

Pam smiled again at her friend's response, and swung the ring of her keychain around her finger. "For real though, good luck. Would actually be pretty cool if you could get it working again" She said a bit sheepishly, breaking her usual demeanor. Chrissy returned a grin.

"Thanks, girl. Have fun doing whatever the hell you're gonna do for the rest of the day though!" Chrissy gave a thumbs up, and Pam waved.

"Right, have a good night, Chrissy" Pam said in return, and she walked to her car. The other watched her drive off, and stared down at the machine in front of her.

"This should be interesting"

[cannibal-wings]

Meat Cute and/or That’s a Human Person?

Oh baby! Someone’s asking about some original work! I’m really glad it’s Meat Cute because this is the story I’m doing for NaNoWriMo this year and I’m really excited about it. The whole idea came from me thinking up the pun around the trope “meet cute”. The most basic idea is that its a horror/comedy/romance about a guy who moves to a quiet forest town that worships a giant cube of meat that tells them how to live their lives. There he meets a local man who tells him that it was “destiny” they met and that he’s so excited to finally meet him. (note: the meat cube here didn’t predict this, this isn’t a “fated lovers” story, he just got his fortune read once or looked at a cookie and decided this was his One True Fate) Of course our main character doesn’t buy a single thing about the town and tries to uncover the secrets of the Meat Cube while also trying not to get murdered by the town. Think like, the subtle horror that’s treated as normal in Welcome To Night Vale. Its more of that feel than like say, Silent Hill. I’m keeping things pretty vague here because like I said, this is my NaNoWriMo project and I kinda want to use it as either a self pub novella or as a pitch to a publishing house. 

That’s a Human Person is going under a cut because I have actual fic snippets I can share.

Ok so first off, you have to know a little about mirelurks in the Fallout world. Now, mirelurks are basically mutated crabs. They look like this, depending on the game you’re playing:

Pretty standard enemy for coastal areas.

But Tye, I hear you say, what do these have to do with that meme? These are clearly crabs. And not, Bill Wurtz voice, “a human person”. Enter, the Mirelurk King. Now, when I first started playing Fallout games, I started with Fallout 4, in which they looked like this:

Ok, not bad, I’m a certified monster fucker so like, its pretty human shaped huh? I mean it’s feral as all hell, and clearly an animal, but hey, it’s got some person attributes going on.

Then I played Fallout 3....

When I first saw these guys in game, I paused and started messaging my friend because that’s a fucking human person. Canonically the game says, no Tye, that is not a human person, that is a fish/crab monster that is also bipedal. But look here, I cannot be fooled. That’s a person. Or, at least, person like. Person enough for me to start developing advanced headcanons about a population of sapient mirelurk “kings”. I use quotes there because in this universe the term is human made and doesn’t denote the actual sex or gender of the creature in question. There are female mirelurk kings in this AU.

So, as my mind often does when I come across human enough monsters that appear to have a society, I start to expand on it and create wild headcanons. As I did here. I started to think about a population of escaped mirelurk kings that were used as research stock who are sapient and looking for a new home. They travel following rivers and streams, and are chased from area to area across the remains of the United States until they finally settle in a sea cave located under the ocean waves.

As my mind also does with Fallout, I discuss these things with my two close Fallout friends. One of which has an OC, Edward, that I frequently use in story ideas. Ed in this story is from this population of mirelurk kings, only he was found as a baby by a sweet old couple who raised him as their own in a bathtub and pond outside their hut. So he learned human language and mannerisms, unaware of the culture he is separated from. (His parents were killed before he hatched from an egg, having been separated from the main group during their search for a new home.)

Eventually he discovers his people and all that good stuff and has to choose between living with them, or living with the small group of humans who accept him. For visualization sake, imagine he looks like a cross between the two, upright, but with more fins and frills for emoting. 

Here’s a bit from the WIP file since I actually did start writing this a few years ago:

Ed was frozen in fear and awe. The creatures that came up out of the ocean looked just like him, not like the other mirelurk kings, not like Nate or the people of Vault 120, these looked just like him. And they were holding spears.

The weapons were primitive but he knew that didn't matter. A spear was a spear and he knew it could skewer him all the same. He looked around anxiously but there was no one nearby who could offer any help. 

They drew closer to him and started making fast clicking and chirping sounds. The closer they got the more energetic the sounds. They pointed and flared their gills and fins before reaching Ed who backed up in confusion and fear.

The other mirelurks stopped and made more clicking noises and chirped. They could tell Ed was uneasy and one of them dropped a spear and tried again, this time chirping softly.

“I-I’m sorry I don't understand what you're saying.”

The two gave each other a long glance before nodding. (He does not speak our language, but the language of the humans.)

(He is clearly our lost Brother though. The Elders will know what to do with him. Some speak his tongue, they can explain.)

(But what if he's a human aligned? He could put the whole nest in danger!)

(True but he is family. He must be given a chance. You know as well as I that our laws forbid killing one another. Besides, you felt the same hope and happiness I did when you saw him. Think of the family, think of the Elders. They will be overjoyed by his presence.)

(What if it's not him?)

(It's him. You can't fake our scent markers and color patterns.) The one who put down the spear approached Ed again calmly. (Please do not be frightened. You must have lived an awfully lonely life. We will take you Home.)

(He can't understand you.)

(Hush.) He hissed at his companion then regretted it when he saw Ed shy away. He tried again, making his voice as soothing as possible. (We are here to help, come with us.)

His companion made motions towards the ocean. And they started to walk into the waters. (Come on, come with us.) They motioned again but Ed stayed deathly still.

Ed didn't know what they wanted from him. He kept babbling that he didn't understand them over and over but it didn't work. Now they were gesturing at him and the open ocean. Did they want him to follow? He wasn't so sure he wanted to follow. One of them walked out of the water and reached for Ed’s hand. He jerked it away reflexively but the other mirelurk didn't give up. He reached again, slowly, and Ed let him grab his arm. The other mirelurk was soft and gentle and felt just like he did. When he pulled Ed hesitated but took a step forward anyway.

It wasn't until he was completely submerged underwater that his panic reaction started to kick in. He was being pulled further and further from shore by two creatures he had never met, who he couldn't communicate with and he would soon be on his own if something bad happened.

But surely if these creatures wanted to kill him they would have done it up on the shore. He followed them, noticing that they swam far differently than he did. They moved their bodies in a fashion similar to dolphins. Ed tried to mimic it but struggled, so he went back to swimming how he learned. He became acutely aware that he was probably swimming like a human.

They traveled further and further down into the ocean, where the waters became dark and murky. Mankind's treatment of planet earth didn't leave the sea in favorable conditions and even two hundred years later it was still struggling to come back. Ed noticed that the spearheads had begun to glow a soft blue in the darkness, then he noticed anklets and other jewelry start to give off the same glow. He wondered what it meant but had no way to ask underwater.

They traveled along the seabed for what seemed like hours. Normally Ed would be exhausted after swimming for so long but he felt even more energized than normal. This was new, this was exciting and he even though he was scared he kept on going.

There were more things that glowed the further down they went. Plants dotted the seafloor with oranges, reds and blues while animals fluoresced in purples, greens and yellows. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the colors. Ed wondered if life had this glow before the bombs, or if this was new, caused by the radiation.

A grouping of brightly glowing blue plants marked an opening to a tunnel. The two mirelurks headed in it's direction. Ed followed cautiously behind. The plants seemed like moss, but underwater and they clung to the rocky surface of the tunnel entrance. Once inside more of the moss lit the interior allowing them to see completely.

The mirelurks didn't slow and kept their pace which caused Ed to stop gawking and swim faster to keep up. There were different branching paths in the tunnel, some more brightly lit than others but his escorts only moved straight ahead. Eventually the tunnel curved upwards and opened up into a pool.

When Ed’s face cautiously surfaced he was stunned by what he saw. A huge cave opened up around him, with a ceiling so high it was difficult to see. The pool they were in covered a large amount of one side and he spotted dozens of other mirelurks swimming around. Some were sitting on ledges, letting their feet skim the water while others played and splashed. 

Ed was so overwhelmed he forgot to tread water and fell back under the surface. He blinked several times to try to focus and came up once more. His escorts had swam to the opposite end if the pool and were climbing out using a grand carved staircase. Edward hurried to follow. The stones were warm to the touch and he did not shiver when he exited the water.

He looked around with wide eyes at the sight before him. There were grand natural columns that held up the cavern ceiling, they were ringed with glowing mushrooms and moss. All around were groups of these mushrooms, they lit the walls and the ground in a soft blue and white glow.

And there were mirelurks everywhere. At least sixty in his immediate field of view. They came in many different sizes but they all looked like him. Nearly all of them were the same color and had similar markings. And all of them went silent as he climbed the last step.

It was so quiet Ed could hear the water dripping off of his body and the stalactites. He didn't know what to do, suddenly there were too many eyes on him and nowhere to hide. It was like he was a child being gawked at all over again. He didn't know if he should run or stay so he ended up shaking instead. 

Then slowly there was a rise in chatter. A few of the bigger mirelurks started clicking, and then one by one they flared their gills and fins and started chirping. More and more voices joined in until the cave was roaring with voices.

Ed wanted to scream at them to stop, to be quiet. He didn't understand any of it and he knew he was moments away from crying. Then, it was as if someone had read his mind. A larger, older mirelurk appeared from the crowd. They had a dull glow that emanated from their eyes, fins and gills. (Silence! The newcomer is overwhelmed.) They turned their attention to Edward and said softly in the new silence, (welcome my lost child, you are Home now.)

One of his escorts stepped forward. (Elder he does not speak our language but that of man.)

(I see.) “Then this must be very overwhelming for you.”

Ed didn't know what to say, even when he could finally understand something. He looked from face to face and tried to place the emotion that was surging through the room. 

“Don't be afraid. It's all right. The others just got excited. You are more than you know to us.”

Finally, Ed asked, “What does that mean? What is this place?”

“This is Home and your parents were part of our family. You are one of us. This is your ancestry, your blood. We are you and you are us.”

“We were a wandering people, child,” the old Lurk said to Ed. “Our history as old as the bombs. We came from far across the Land. We swam up rivers and nested along lakes, every so often we let the Big Water carry us someplace new. Our Family, like all our people came from the far side of the Land, only we never took to the Big Water. We followed a mighty river on our path away from the humans. All was good for a long, long time. But our numbers soon grew too big, humans were growing bolder, and stronger, and more scared than ever. We knew we couldn't keep wandering. We needed a home.”

“How do you know all this? Were you there?”

The elder laughed. “No child, I am old, but not that old. Our history was oral, passed down through the generations. Now we keep a written record, I will show you the tablets later.”

“There's written language?” Ed asked, surprised.

“Hush child, I am telling you the story of our people. We decided that we must find a permanent home, a place to rest our fins and grow strong families. We settled on a large lake. The fish were plentiful, plants abundant, and the creatures of the Land big and stupid. We could build strong nests and warm dens to outlast even the cold bite of snow. And we were happy.”

“What happened?” Ed asked. “Why are we here now and not there?”

“Humans happened child. Just like our feral cousins from across the Land who were driven from their caves we too were forced from our home.” The elder watched as Ed instinctively bared his teeth and hissed. “I must make this clear my child, we do not blame the humans for the humans were only doing what comes natural to them. As we hunt and grow and spread so do they. When we are frightened we emit our Power, they fire bullets. It is not anyone's fault, it is nature. The humans came and we left. Our Power is no match for the bullets and we did not want to die. We were a wandering people once, so we wandered again.”

“During that time your mother was heavy with eggs. We all knew she would not make the journey before needing to nest. It happened one day, she needed to nest desperately and your father stayed with her. We all would have stayed as well but our numbers were too great. They picked a small pond with clean water and we helped make them comfortable. We gave them food and cloth and kept them in our thoughts. During our journey we left signs for them, they said they would follow to our new home after the babies were of traveling age. So we left them notes and marks on trees. We hid supplies and wrote on cave walls. When we reached this place and made it our Home we hoped they would come. Many, many, full moons had passed and we knew something had gone wrong. When your family didn't show up for half a season we knew they had died. There was no way of knowing just how many eggs your mother was carrying but we mourned them all. The loss of a family runs deep with us and we felt the pain as strongly as if it were our own. We mourned your passing for another half season and moved on. So you can imagine all our shock and joy when many, many, seasons later you arrived. You cannot understand the joy we feel together, because all was not lost. You were not lost, and now my child, you are here where you belong.”

Ed didn't know how to feel about that. This cave was amazing, and he couldn't deny the instinctive kinship he felt towards his kind. But he was raised in a different world and they all knew that as well. “How did you pick this place? I've never heard of mirelurk kings living in caves.”

“That is because we are not mirelurk kings. Humans call all of us by that name but our family came from waters different from these. We are similar, yes. We share the same Power, and look alike but we are from across the Land. In those times we often chose caves as our Home, before we wandered. But competition with our more animal like brothers and sisters drove us to start a new life. Caves feel like Home so when we found this one we knew it was meant to be.”

“How come we are different? How come we have Homes and families and language?”

“Our cousins the kings and our brothers and sisters back across the Land have families too child. They care for each other the same as us. Only we have more complex feeling and thought. We do not know for sure our origin but it was passed down that we came from Humans. Our Elders talked of a great escape from a mighty prison. They spoke of a world of white and buzzing, where the sun was stored in tubes on the cave ceiling and humans controlled their families. When the great escape happened we branched off into the world. Some let the Big Water take them to places new. Others stayed close and others still started to wander. Perhaps our cousins here are descendants of those who went bravely into the Big Water. Or maybe they had their own great escape from somewhere. We are not sure.” 

And that’s really as far as I got, RIP. Maybe someday I’ll pick this back up and finish fleshing out their culture and world. As a parting gift, here’s some concept art from Fallout 4 of the mirelurk kings showing them as being more upright like their earlier counterparts.

[swiss-cheeze]

Black and White || Mick Mars

A/N: I thought of Mick from The Dirt but it goes for whatever Mick you want really.

Soulmate au where you can only see black and white.

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Micks life had always been black and white. When he first met Nikki and the rest of the band he was definitely happy to have something to call home and to have friends that actually cared about him; but his life was still black and white. While the rest of the group was out at a strip club, Mick was always behind, back in the hotel room by himself; he would always lay on his back and watch the ceiling and create patterns with his eyes, trying to imagine what colour the ceiling was. Was it that famous red? Was it a pale blue? But he always got side tracked in the end; what was the colour of Vince’s shirt that he was wearing today? Could the rest of the boys see the colour of the girls eyes or did they just make something up on the spot? The bright lights in the clubs and bars; what colour were they when they ran over Mick and the dancing mob of people in the middle of the floor; green? Red? Pink? He hated this part; this was the part he cried. The overwhelming sensation of having black and white eyesight for most of his life had always taken a toll on him as well as his back, it was the fact that the other kids (the band) where out having fun while their old man hung back; and cried in the middle of the night alone. Mick would always be fast asleep by the time the others got back to their rooms and they never knew Micks nightly rituals; and they never would. Well. They would sure find out soon enough.

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Tommy groaned as he was the last one to hop out of the tour bus bunks and stumbled to the bathroom for a morning shower; he could already hear everyone else in the front room laughing between themselves.

“Tommy woke up finally” Nikki said with a cheeky grin as he heard the bathroom door close as he looked to Vince.

“Only five hours later” the singer shrugged, “what was the bet?” he asked as he took a swig of water.

“Uhhh, twenty he wouldn't get up until half past and fifty if he got up at 2” Nikki said as he looked to the clock, “its 12:31” Nikki said with a grin. Vince grumbled as he handed Nikki and crumbled 20 dollar note, Mick scoffed.

“Is this all you two do in the mornings when no one else is awake?” Mick asked, his arms crossed over his chest as he laid back on one of the leather couches; slouching as he watched his two friends. They both shrugged.

“Keeps us entertained” Nikki said with a grin as Vince brought a hand up and they clapped them together before pounding their fists together and smiling. Mick sighed softly as he watched the black and white trees and sky run past the bus in a flurry; that was until the bus started slowing down. The three looked at each other with confused looks as they tried to figure out what was happening.

“Uh, hey Decklin?” Vince called out to their bus driver, “Why are we slowing down? We cant be at the next venue yet” the singer called as he stood up and started walking to the front and moved aside the curtain to look out the front windshield. Nikki followed behind as Mick sat back and opened the half bottle of Jack Daniels.

“Sorry Vinny, there was a girl wanting to hitchhike to the city” Decklin said as the bus pulled over on the side, “I was always told to give people a chance” the boy said a little shyly; thinking he was going to be in trouble. Vince simply smiled and patted the man on the back.

“That's okay! Let’s see what she wants” the singer said as Decklin opened the bus doors and the three of them waited a few moments to let you run after the bus; seeing as it stopped a few meters in front of you.

“What's taking so long?!” Mick yelled as he heard a female voice talking flurrily and Vince and Nikki trying to talk at the same time. Finally the boys walked in with you coming in the back just as Tommy came in; a towel wrapped around his waist and a toothbrush hanging from his mouth. Nikki stood still for a moment with a deadpan face as Vince chuckled softly.

“Sorry darling, you might not want to look at what's up ahead,” the singer said with a cheeky grin. Mick heard a scoff before you pushed aside Nikki and Vince and stopped dead in your tracks as you looked to Tommy; who was rooting around in the clothes pile.

“T-bone” Nikki said, “we have a guest” the bassist said with a shit eating grin. Tommy stopped for a moment as he pulled out some underwear and jeans before finally looking to you. A grin spread over his mouth.

“Hello!” Tommy said as he extended his hand out to you, you smiled brightly as you shook the drummers hand, “the name’s Tommy, not Tom and only T-bone” the drummer said with a grin as he walked backwards, threw a wink to you and went back to the back of the bus where the bunks where and closed the door. The bus started up again and Vince, Nikki and you stumbled a little from the unexpected movement; you chuckled softly and turned around to look at Nikki and Vince. This was the moment Mick finally looked at you. And dear lord where you the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Mick dragged his eyes from your sandal clad feet, to your flared and discoloured jeans, you stomach poked out from the small gap in your tank top as the tassels dangled with beads which swayed and hit each other as the bus and you moved. Mick saw the tye dye bra you where wearing underneath and was tempted to smirk as his eyes moved up to your glitter covered collarbone and neck before finally resting on your nude painted lips; puffed out just enough, full, pink but not too pink, bitten with anxiety but not too much. The guitarists eyes glazed up again to your red covered nose and rosy cheeks, the freckles mounted over your nose that looked almost unnoticeable and finally your eyes; the most beautiful thing Mick had ever seen, wide open and filled with pure joy, there was no hesitation that you had for anything you did but you were ready for whatever the world threw at you. Joy sparked through the air as you smiled and talked to Vince and Nikki, the air cleared its way and felt breathable again as Nikki moved a hand over in Micks direction to show you there was one final person on the bus; and that's when Micks world filled itself with colour.

“Oh” a small gasp went through your mouth as vivid colours filled your vision, blues and browns and purple and black; and the most beautiful green eyes you had ever seen, literally.

“We’ll uh, we’ll leave you two alone” Nikki muttered as he pushed Vince to the back of the tour bus and quickly shut the door. The bus stayed silent for a moment as Mick stood up and walked towards you slowly, like you were an injured animal he didn't want to spook. He didn't know what to say.

“I…” you paused, “I know you've probably waited a long while for this” you whispered softly, “b-but my family already has me courted to someone else” you said softly as you stepped back from Mick, eyes cloudy and words thick.

“What?” Mick whispered.

“I-I didn't want too” you said softly, “m-my parents don't believe-in soulmates and made me get courted” you looked at the ground as you let Mick stand in front of you, his hands cupped your face and made you looked up at him, “w-well” you paused with a watery smile, “that was until i ran away” you whispered.

“Ran away?” Mick repeated as he looked at you, holding you like a porcelain doll. You nodded.

“Two years ago, and now I can finally dress and be the way i want, and love who I want” you said with a smile.

“Does this mean you’re giving me a chance to love you?” Mick asked, it was almost inaudible but you smiled softly.

“I’d give you as many chances as you wanted” you said softly, “as long as you love me like this” you said motioning down to your clothing. This made Mick chuckle softly.

“Opposites attract?” Mick asked more as a question with a smile, causing you to giggle too.

“Something like that, yeah” you said with a grin and a nod of the head.

[spookyspemilyreid]

Happy Anniversary “Minutes To Midnight”!❤️ (May 14, 2007)

Minutes to Midnight is the third studio album by American rock band Linkin Park, released on May 14, 2007, through Warner Bros. Records. The album was produced by Mike Shinoda and Rick Rubin. Minutes to Midnightwas the band's follow-up album to Meteora (2003) and features a shift in the group's musical direction. For the band, the album marks a beginning of deviation from their signature nu metal sound. Minutes to Midnighttakes its title from the Doomsday Clock.  It is also the first Linkin Park full-length album to carry a Parental Advisory label.

Linkin Park started work on their third studio album in 2003, taking a break to tour in support of Meteora in 2004. In this time period, the band formed numerous side projects; Mike Shinoda formed his hip hopside project Fort Minor, while Chester Bennington formed Dead by Sunrise, causing the album to be shelved temporarily. The band returned to work on the record afterward, taking on a different musical direction than the 2003 sessions while working with producer Rick Rubin. The album's completion was delayed several times for unknown reasons. Eventually, "What I've Done" was chosen as the album's lead single in April 2007, with the album seeing release in North America on May 15, 2007.

The album debuted at number one in the US Billboard 200 and in 15 other countries, including the United Kingdom and Canada. In the United States, the album had the biggest first week sales of 2007 at the time, with 623,000 albums sold, going on to be certified fourfold platinum in the United States. It was also certified double platinum in New Zealand, Italy, Ireland, and Australia and certified platinum in Canada, France, Switzerland and in the UK. Despite its commercial success, Minutes to Midnightreceived mixed reviews from critics.  Rolling Stone magazine named it the twenty-fifth best album of 2007. It has sold more than four million copies in the US and 20 million copies worldwide. It was ranked number 154 on Billboard's Hot 200 Albums of the Decade.

In an interview, lead singer Chester Bennington explained that the album is "a mix of punk, classic rock, and hip-hop standards" and that "Rick has brought more of a stripped down, classic-rock and hip-hop kind of feel."

In another interview, Bennington stated: "This time around, Mike Shinoda is singing a lot more. It may seem like he's not on the record, but he's doing a lot of the harmonies. He also sings a couple of songs alone. We're presenting ourselves in a different way."

Guitarist Brad Delson experimented with an EBow when the band was piecing together "The Little Things Give You Away". The band decided not to use the effect for the solo in that song and instead ended up creating "No More Sorrow" out of the effect. In "Given Up", he jingles the keys that are heard while several clap sounds are overlaid in the intro of the song (as mentioned in the lyric book: Brad added the sounds on the intro song: multiple tracks of claps - and keys jingling.). Shinoda and Delson teamed up with David Campbell to add string elements to six songs; "Leave Out All the Rest", "Shadow of the Day", "Hands Held High", "The Little Things Give You Away", as well as the two b-sides "No Roads Left" and "Blackbirds" (which was instead later used in the iPhone game 8-Bit Rebellion! as well as being included as a bonus track for A Thousand Suns), respectively. All scratching elements by Joe Hahn that existed in the previous two studio albums are largely absent because of the low mixing, except on the songs "What I've Done", "Wake", "The Little Things Give You Away", "Valentine's Day" and "In Pieces". Hahn contributes more with programming, electronics, and other elements to many of the songs. The church organ and military drumbeat on "Hands Held High" were originally to be used as the backdrop to melodic vocals, but Rubin recommended that the band try the opposite approach according to the album booklet. For the album, the band recorded fifty to sixty songs in August 2006.

Their previous albums took only about three to six months to complete, while this one took 14 months. They spent over six months writing the songs. In previous albums, they composed an average of 40 songs, but they made over 100 this time. "Shadow of the Day" is one of two songs (the other being "No Roads Left") to have Bennington playing the guitar. During live performances, Shinoda is generally playing the keyboard for "Shadow of the Day", while Bennington plays rhythm guitar. Shinoda stated in an interview: "We were looking back at the things that we had done in the past... and I think we just figured that we had exhausted that sound. It was easy for us to replicate, it was easy for other bands to replicate, and we just needed to move on."

Shinoda performs his rapping vocals on only two tracks, "Bleed It Out" and "Hands Held High". This is a significant decrease compared to the amount of rapping on previous albums. The rap vocals on "Hands Held High" are much closer styled to Mike Shinoda's side project Fort Minor than his traditional Linkin Park verses, as he raps during most of the song. Despite a decrease of Mike Shinoda as rapper, he has three solo lead songs on the record: "Hands Held High", "In Between" and the bonus track "No Roads Left". He also raps on "Bleed It Out" while "What I've Done", "Shadow of the Day", "No More Sorrow" and "The Little Things Give You Away" features backing vocals from Shinoda at the end. Minutes to Midnight is also Linkin Park's first album to feature guitar solos, particularly in the tracks "What I've Done," "In Pieces" and "The Little Things Give You Away". Also, unlike the previous two studio albums, Minutes to Midnight contains profanity and thus the first Linkin Park studio album to contain a Parental Advisory (the first overall being their collaborative EP with Jay-Z, Collision Course) and politically charged lyrics. The songs that contain profanity are "Given Up", "Bleed It Out" and "Hands Held High".

The front and back cover were recorded around the ruins of North Shore Beach and Yacht Club in North Shore, California. A year after the release of Minutes to Midnight, the band released ten different covers that were originally used as consideration for the final cover for the album prior to its release. The band made all ten of these covers available for fans to use as the album art on iTunes.

Minutes to Midnight received generally mixed reviews, based on an aggregate score of 56/100 from Metacritic, with critics showing approval, disapproval and indifference in almost equal measure.

Rolling Stone gave Minutes to Midnight 4 out of 5 stars, stating that "most of Minutes is honed, metallic pop with a hip-hop stride and a wake-up kick", and it was placed at number 25 in their list of the Top 50 Albums of 2007. IGN referred to it as "definitely a step in the right direction and a stepping stone for things to come". Herald Sun writer Karen Tye gave it 3½ out of 4 stars and praised the band's new sound, asking, "Who knew being a plain old rock band could suit Linkin Park so well?". Despite commending the band for their ambition, The Guardian's Caroline Sullivan gave the album 3 out of 5 stars and perceived "their decision to stay roughly within the shrieky boundaries of their genre" as a weakness, while writing that "the sound still pivots on the interplay of walloping guitar chords and self-flagellating lyrics".

Among those with a more negative view of the album was Stephen Thomas Erlewine of AllMusic, who described the album's sound as "passé" and summed the band's effort up as "opting to create a muddled, colorless murk", giving it 2 and a half out of 5 stars. Johan Wippsson from Melodic acknowledged the band's progression but felt that the album is "weak" and "too shattered". NMEmagazine's Dan Silver gave it a rating of 2/10, calling it the "sound of a band trying and failing to forge a new identity", and referring to the song "Hands Held High", a song about terrorist attacks and war, as "far and away the funniest thing you will hear all year".

Minutes to Midnight was delayed several times before its release. First scheduled to be released in the summer of 2006, it was later postponed to the fall of 2006, then again to early 2007. The album's release date was finally set for May 14, 2007. In Canada, the album was released on May 15, 2007. There are non-Parental Advisory releases of both the regular album and the special edition album. The songs "Given Up", "Bleed It Out", and "Hands Held High" are edited. In Malaysia, the edited version for the album is available in digipak cover while the explicit edition available for the Tour Edition which features white slipcase cardboard cover and a standard jewel case. In the United States, the album had the biggest first week sales of 2007 at the time, with 625,000 albums sold. In Canada, the album sold over 50,000 copies in its first week and debuted at number one on the Canadian Albums Chart. Worldwide, the album shipped over 3.3 million copies in its first four weeks of release.

Five singles were released from the album: "What I've Done", "Bleed It Out", "Shadow of the Day", "Given Up", and "Leave Out All the Rest". Although "Given Up" and "Leave Out All the Rest" had not been released as singles until early March 2008, "Given Up" had already charted on the Billboard Hot 100 and Billboard Pop 100 charts at numbers 99 and 78 respectively in 2007, and "Leave Out All the Rest" had already charted on Billboard's Pop 100 chart at number 98 and Billboard's Bubbling Under Hot 100 Singles chart at number 17 in 2007. The songs "Hands Held High" and "No More Sorrow" also charted on the Bubbling Under Hot 100 Singles chart at numbers 23 and 24, respectively, in 2007. The album has sold over 20 million copies worldwide, with 3.3 million copies sold in the US alone. Although sales of the album were lower than their two first studio albums, the album was more successful in terms of single's charting performance, with all of the five singles released reaching the Billboard Hot 100, and two songs reaching the Bubbling under Hot 100.