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thislovintime · 1 year
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Peter Tork with the Sam Andrew Band (Snookie Flowers, Evette Williams, Sam Andrew, Bill Laymon, and Sharon White) in Laytonville, California on September 6, 1993. Photo 1 by J.C. Juanniss; all photos courtesy of billlaymon dot net, and samandrew dot com.
(Photo 4) “Peter Tork and Bill Laymon, and Snooky’s red hat, with The Sam Andrew Band at Wavy Gravy’s Camp Winnarainbow.” - samandrew dot com
“Almost without exception, every show I do, I get that this is what I’m here for.” - Peter Tork, The Daily Journal, October 21, 2009
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lunaraindrop · 2 years
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Steddie Fic Idea:
We have seen in fic where Eddie's older Hellfire friends and band mates hate on Steve for being "King Steve", and/or giving Eddie shit for liking him. Instead of that, what I would love to see is those same friends seeing *the signs* of Eddie having feeling for someone, and go:
"Oh shit! Eddie has a crush! HIT THE DECK!"
Why? Because if you think Steve Harrington is a lovely, clingy sap as a boyfriend, you haven't seen *anything* until you see Eddie Munson in crush-mode.
Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and Erica are there when the older friends make the realization. They have no idea why there are groans, whines, and one look of being traumatized.
"What the fuck, guys?"
The older Hellfirians explain.
Eddie is like a Peanuts holiday special and a Hallmark card on speed.
He waxes poetic aboutevery mundane thing they do.
He makes and sings songs about his *beloved*.
He makes NPC out of them for D&D (and everyone knows it and groans).
He picks flowers and does the "they love me, they love me not", and gets pouty when they "love him not".
He makes mixed tapes with sappy love songs and very suggestive heavy metal (he gets very focused on it, but ends up chickeing out and keepingthe mixed tape). He writes vague but thoughtful unsigned love letters...and leaves them on car windshields. Things like that.
And he gets super super sad after.
This has only happened maybe once or twice. But this time? Oh boy, it looks like *love* this time, and that is terrifying.
Why?
Because Steve offhandly said he was cold, and Eddie planned to make him a motherfucking *quilt*.
He never names names, though. Eddie is very careful to never say the "he" pronoun when talking about his "Tragic Love Snooky-Poo". But the heart eyes and sewing needles don't lie.
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bidotorg · 8 months
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Born on this Day: The iconic Janis Joplin (#Bi2).
In the early hours, between midnight and dawn, on Sunday, August 17, 1969, Janis Joplin took to the stage, marking a historic moment during the three-day Woodstock Music and Art Fair in Bethel, New York. Draped in her signature long-sleeved tie-dyed outfit, this performance held special significance as it was Joplin's first major solo act after parting ways with her band, Big Brother & The Holding Company, a year earlier following the release of their album "Cheap Thrills".
Facing an unexpectedly massive crowd, Joplin fearlessly entertained with a mix of new songs, covers, and beloved Big Brother favorites. While initially criticized for departing from her iconic performances with Big Brother (notably at the 1967 Monterey Pop Festival), Joplin's Woodstock show secured her place in rock history.
Joplin asked the audience in the dark, "How are you guys out there? You're staying stoned and you got enough water and you got a place to sleep and everything? Because all of us — and I don't mean to be preachy — but we oughta remember, and that means promoters too, that music's for grooving, man, and music's not for putting yourself through bad changes. You don't have to take anybody's shit, man, just to enjoy music."
Joplin kicked off her performance with a spirited rendition of Eddie Floyd's "Raise Your Hand," backed by the Kozmic Blues Band. This lineup included guitarist John Till, keyboardist Richard Kermode, bassist Brad Campbell, drummer Maury Baker, along with Terry Clements on tenor saxophone, Luis Gasca on trumpet, and Cornelius "Snooky" Flowers on baritone saxophone.
The band introduced their first new track, "As Good As You've Been To This World", from Joplin's upcoming 1969 debut album "I Got Dem Ol' Kozmic Blues Again Mama!" Transitioning to a mellower groove, Joplin delivered a soulful rendition of the Bee Gees' hit "To Love Somebody", also featured on her "new" album, followed by a sultry interpretation of George and Ira Gershwin's classic standard "Summertime", previously covered on "Cheap Thrills".
Joplin poured her heart into the 11-song set, pushing her vocal limits. She regained the energy with two more new songs, "Try (Just A Little Bit Harder)" and the heartfelt ballad "Kozmic Blues".
Tenor saxophonist Snooky Flowers joined in for a spirited rendition of Otis Redding's 1965 hit "Can't Turn You Loose" before the set's grand finale, "Work Me, Lord", a Nick Gravenites composition that Joplin belted out until her voice could carry no more.
Encouraged by the roaring audience, Joplin returned to the stage, concluding her Woodstock performance with two tracks from "Cheap Thrills." These songs were her iconic hit "Piece Of My Heart" and a fervent cover of Big Mama Thornton's "Ball And Chain", delivering every ounce of herself to the enthralled crowd.
☮️: https://bi.org/en/famous/janis-joplin
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chuuyascumsock · 2 months
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HI SNOOKUMS IM BACK NOW !!!!!
AND thank youuuuu we could def be twilight sparkle and sunset shimmer now 😋😋
LMAOi found my cousin saying it funny 'cause hes like a toddler
and omg youd throw pinecones at my uncle 🥺 why do you keep making me fall hopelessly and impossibly more :'(
BUT YES- AH milksnakes are so cute !! i also really like hognoses, their faces are so silly and some of them are so friendly but ig it depends on socialising them and stuff. but milksnakes are soo pretty too!! NO I FUCKING GET YOU ON THE SPIDER THING- jumping spiders are so sweet but all of the others can go fuck themselves- im fucking terrified T-T like ill look at them through a screen but if one is in person near me i will jump three feet into the air and need to cling to someone like scooby and shaggy 💔
AND OMG CONGRATS ON GETTIGN THE JOB ❤️❤️ Breadwinning girlboss gf is you def 😘😘😋 and i will fight your dad !! dont cry snookie
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IM HOME POOKIE DW ILL HUG OUR 37 KIDS 🥰🥰
And im so glad to hear that you're doing better in general and that you feel you've improved as a person !! and im glad you're able to also spend more time w people who make you happy and who are there for you !! so proud 💐
im finally back from my trip which is nice and ive just finished unpacking and dealing w the jetlagg !! it feels good to be home but im so unbelievably bored :(( ive been lurking on tumblr more even though i havent done anything- but everything seems okay now!
im back to terrorise you and the others 🥰😘
sorry for the ramble T-T
Heyyyy Pookie, so glad you’re back. Missed you bunches 🫶❤️
Love the rambles, don’t apologize. I’ve been bored too (and admittedly slacking on fics…) I say try to find things you like to do or try something new to pass time until you’re out of your little burnout. I made a bestie tie blanket with Libby today based on our aesthetics we like and it did give me some inspiration ideas for like drawing and stuff (I can’t wait to make a slasher sona for Halloween). And the blanket turned out so cute.
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She picked the skulls/spiders while I picked the butterflies/flowers :]
Our backs do hurt a fuck ton though so beware of arthritis and back problems lol.
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fuck-off-im-ace · 2 years
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Warrior Nun Links Masterpost
Official fan-led twitter (for all updates, efforts, and great fanart!):  https://twitter.com/sapphicinpain?s=21&t=PHbcmejKATOS5u86Pvs-nw
Official Discord (for all updates or to join the efforts, we also have channels for memes, art, fics, thirsty hoes and sending pics of your pets!): https://discord.gg/6gjzeXpV43
Go fund me (For sending balloons, flowers, and renting billboards): https://gofund.me/b6d759dd
Petition for the renewal (signed by snooki herself): https://www.change.org/p/renew-warrior-nun-for-season-3
Be sure to add to it if i forgot something!
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vintagegap · 1 month
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halloween costume ideas:
abuelita mexican chocolate
alien
bad bunny
ballerina
bella swan
black swan
bride
carmela soprano
carrie white
clown
cockroach
devil
dorothy gale
edna grüber
fairy
flower
forest nymph
girl scout
hester prynne
ladybug
laura palmer
maxine minx
mim kirigoe
musa
napoleon dynamite
pearl
pirate
raccacoonie
shelley darlingson
snooki
sonny angel
the girl with green ribbon
the princess and the pea
the witness
tooth fairy
wayne campbell
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libidomechanica · 2 months
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“And, soon coming, and the Ruby Seal that loed me dead”
A ballad sequence
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From silvery, smooth it felt, and     in the sky, and have suggests a famine when from heauenly     fyre, whenas a star, I
paced through the lees. And, soon coming,     and the Ruby Seal that lo’ed me dead. And even to     eternize, but have deepest
groans of ambition, and through Faery     Queen, withouten excepcioun of bigamye, al were it     list apply. Leaving at
his suffocation had not got     to gas;—through THAT Love and thither casting youth, and play till     the gifts; he said, she had
sworn that may be bett in time to     speke after his death-wound, and senses with sorrow lend me     words; and I at rest. Hope,
my joy and songs lamenting, spears     in snow: seas shall singers, one man that woman bore with his     victors sights, and Syluanes
haunted quite of al his lute:     his fine air I trembling, busy hum of cities, the first     tis flatter: a rib’s a
thorough many a nyght they come:     if not like a cup; your hair. For, that nether I may all     my soul helps soul! Beauty
in detail made them to ashes,     deep and rent the truth in every spring ere the Grotesca—     such a thankfull part,
Come be my snooky and thus hastow     caught to his Nostrils draw no prize your own cost die, these     same through the daffodils.
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Veins the shadow passed reprove; and     saw the half-shut feathered together, and pity grace to     lift a black Tyrants fierce
into a convention the count     the fancies of her kindling arms and his conduct—which she     doing, that his wooden
gavel: esperanza’s Gavel.     High time to keep the sense affords; sweet memory of these     nor spongy hydroptic
Dutch shall with panting Inuentions     for truth’s sake, and leave the true one; of such a close in love,     therefore O loue, vnlesse stray’d
o’er the worst’s a glorious heaven.     And tempest doth appears in the eaves, the moan of doves     in town at once doth fly,
and spill the past. And showed to mee.     Think no man oft came to my selfe in me I find no longer     reader! So waste my
heart’s desire to changed; for they     list: ygyrt with their monstrous ledges there is no comfort     all but then possibility
poor, in this of many     thou wouldst fain arrest: machine, sudden ring of the unquiet     to his best agree, in
charactered, a tale o’ love:     o Jeanie do? Most list of that con of Muses skill excell.     But the dough, about
the levee morn. Thus the first woke     song in the unhappy Queen, and one in languor, which with     the tender great alacrity
in wielding, ere such things     charm’d with sterne coste? On shining from the stretches between the     sings in his sacred
Empressed, she had disappear’d, and     speak a blessing wings and knew not how so noiseless, slow,     and keep eek my privetee,
bet than Nectar or blazing forth     found a palpitations give, so long immortal, enter’d,     lest I fill my place, where
abundant two on sponge and calls     the blear-eyed nations of my pith. Where whenas a steed     refresshėd many night of
frosty Caucasus; ’ but few, I     really, madam, wonders at the charming child; and plied him     in placid marble
icicles, as Goteherd prowde, that     would a tale of my Soul! By slaying heauenly seed: but that     wholly credible. A
bloomy pair of the sky was full,—     while his position? He came one unto gracious Hairs, which     her will he touched behind!
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No apples of Kent: till with me!     Have been pottes, clothes’ press, chest and wayle, and several     months gone. Not I have ceased
when my black-eyed rivals halts, midst     royal dukes and tempting Griefs, and roar’d out, as you might bear     him, looking, looking forth,
and learn Ombre, after the poor, and     something struck him: I’ said he, why do you with each and all     Olympus! Half its fire
until he starry night; no     hideous sign posts then, oh Sir! Through in any manere     lovelight to listen’d to
gaze on Amphitrite, queens, patriots,     yet ever flowers all in all the higher views upon     a piece of chronicled
the dreamy, kind deliberate     human observance. Robert Burns: pale, pale of silently     their steps luxurious,
they so embellish, that she work     of ages on its walls, wherein no reveller had been     to wyves bonde. From this
contaynd in you, not long; I shook     witnesse whylest I profanation gave, as simple, as     soon eclips’d her space was
like tempest, it was Guido     forgotten you. Long years hence but in her most in the things doen     ill agree: but I am
his wyf go roule about     a year hence? My poem’s epic, and elate would be more     I shall his keen worse than
nominal, and writ in the letters,     was heard of one of the house no more—Oh! Deep thanks to     all the grasps in our lives.
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The anvil of house; he held in     sleep, Haidee’s mother was wakened. Then came to me, whom     none will kissing in the cry of the man to go seken     halwes, and call’d Parks, ’ where
she friese with proud restrayne. I loathe     that I go, shal seyn. Just where is like early fruit in May,     her head was still would serve; and brute,—gain most, as the knock-out     drops and next proceed. Our
country seat, the bowers drew their     favourite friends, and not the thing to the Sphere, since from the     distance pealing Spires, pale Spectres, gaping Tombs, and keepes     her father’s joy was to
delay, remained to the swollen     at this hand that nipt my Flower. Besides much the Widow’s     tears by some that now at rest with silence is a tormenteth,     so sweet days are drowned
in me, the which out of rock. Compare     the ghost of them shot in little time, and lull myself     concern of your lips do not rest—i’ve nothing shed thus, in     proud mayd, whom he swore her
poor blis, the Sun first, I pray yow     like Eve’s apple blossomed branch rapt to come, fall lowly at     her down and laughs at the chase takes a woman is not so     peaceable as Numa’s
who was a plot of garden urn—     weave, weave they feel thine eye and had no sting, and brakes, and     Anacreon Moore’s phrases, which he colour days are taxes on     our joys three-thousand year,
but much sacrifize vnto the Heav’ns     withdrew his trim hath put a spire of the land runs wild and     ripe-ear’d hopes, since not approch, that would springs the wicked     man this, ev’n Belinda
now, who shall turne to those files of     hair; inlaid with a heartfelt chillness, an hour before my     woes a Tragedy. Let her ail might have pledge my power     to answer, which he had
grasp’d his soule with shows but hauing hard,     and of negligence, and sage, a good deal, but there is there     are not at all those heauen to die soone, and the meaning&     motivation. His child, the
palace, that will, most liuely sonne     of death we’ll turn to scold, and make no further pride; he who     shouldst thou snare him in certain, would kill? I think to fancy     feigned on lips to lay, and
so he kept, until their naval     cells, and arrow, and linden walks, and, silent in your hair     was awful, sure, for fresh Colours from Rainbows erected     be; the simply, with your
old, yet in bud and borrell, yet     looks, and sate to turn the pageantry enrobe our piece of     chastity. This scroll, and sea-mew’s plaine, and her eyes it     easier to give all hills,
is lost! Shouted then sending span,     t were gnawed away did flie: for fayre sighs a Jar, and Midnight     of her thralls her comfort is, she seekers though components     be the thirty years?
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For they are more of perfect is     haste: impatience is almost happy name receipt of the     Silver Vase in me so that makes a woman’s whole of the     housbondes on her arms full meaning of innumerable     green gleam of dewtie, where
below in human passions labour     like a deposit side by side: resuming quite     understand, if thy soul stand tippy-toe more than nominal,     if by the basilicas rise in Jerusalem, and     tell me Love when I was
deed er it were too long, and trembling     too excursive, break, breaking out for Germany. Clock     counts be accord, a mortals bend their exchanged on the hinges,     as the loved to declared my firm belief in Years, that     climbs a peak to hym and
his most modest grace; and we three     Elizabeths for ever fair; she cast a rueful glad     whan that every paltry magazine can say, have been oon,     to gete hir likyng. May be chance had past thews immortality,     and had him softly
said, the nard shall be: time’s creeping     shall join its propitious state was shaped when it once too     short. That love so near the doughty Hero slain, your skirts of     love, there whenas death-dart; and yet was short, I can do no     harm, or else t were for
euer: deepe is there is a dancer!     I’ll call the heats which some irregularity may call     it a little time, the grass, and on Juan’s breast. Rage; and seyde,     A womman was near a sight able to faint,—one loved this     days, ere the long for thine
eye looks should rather thought to cleare,     then Christs, with quick as heretofore: in whose to troubled with     laughter held houri in that she was in a boat, and pale     with earnest woods they must, like most sincere altar of it     from staring backward. Grew
upon the stuff, but when those dazzled     thought in French were I once heard the dame grew like winter,     and to all his pack of bread. Her goodly to been pluck’d—all’s     knowledge, so my hart, that I must deposition: t is     of them mayst might have dared
to me from four pads in Bacchanal     profusion over the cold beneath a coral grove,     contemplate; what you cut a pretty, trifling the To-be,     self-rebukes, she me caught it mounted country? Shall remain;     the tears, and dropping teare,
or giue leaues be shed, he sometimes     I ioy when a boy, nor could catch hints of Air! Antonia     you are no more free: for the great in gree, by sleights a     hundred thousand science know, that does not kind; and as I     walked and said, and Lady
Psyche: you had got out their fellow     captives backe to thee ere what I meene of loues tempest     tost, knowledge, so my daughter near me, by blood no longer     cold so fyn, and this allyes— to lie groaning of things more     thy starry crown again.
Upon a tuft of stockings, slippers,     brushes, idling wings in her eye. Still she know not, enuy     or to recall? There is past, perfect she was somtyme     a clerk is pretty lad, but then a Grain of a bakery     in Queens whose was much
the Head, the Continental oaths     which midway from me was Gama; cracked and knew such Envy     as the Sky, the Master work, and very ill; sunset; t     is certain mists are disdain answered cold of God is gone.     Ah good company of
pleasures, shall at once;—through, sweet than     tempt further, but still, I trust, you’ll be nice Conduct of attack?     And she in my fragile mould in the tedious years,     and Tomes of blisses be upon too brief minute—then bequeath     thy fragile mould, the
very time with one full of     adoring tears had lost huge sea-marks; vanward step proud despair     from ruin and to hardy fight, nor dispraise me, nor Mars;     mine be some dearly! Succeeding hard, and revelry began     to gather to say
much unlike—it seems to mount up,     the musky-circled mazes, wind-wafted from small, and hail     with Men below, or brightest Eyes, and insolence no more.     And yet she forgave me, as well consecrated urn, hold     sphery session, or gentle
bosom of the mouldering     as the fancies hatches, their intellectual war is.     Leaning, breathe ten hundred years. But the first in the hero-     boy, who should have been my dreary deaths do the year run out,     but this, resume my
sturdy hardynesse; myn housbonde     wol I seye that she heard in the Abbey’s worth: here different     way applications of nought of emblem’d in spots determined     that Woman’s boy, that Miracles? In vain my sighs o’er     the Nymph intent sane cursed
book a leef, for whom she not heau’ns     food, once more pretty pair; the flutt’ring this its mysterious     blunder, over; and, ample span of the good companions,     and lief, and everything countenance seemed she was some     grand every martyrly.
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Each a catatonic stuck in     a trance, while we crouched in all, but doth, if the margin’d rills.     In her eye I’m very well; and when I weep, tis that all     those who has this story makes the stars, the vows below! Been     the forms: I knewe the course
of kynd. Of plastic circumspect,     his dearest, though the brawest lad, the flaxen curl the work     is only twelve books: hope. Wrapped in brown earth, and is no     memories! For love, or doon hem reverend tutors. To make it     to a clue. Thou seyst men
may Dine; the Merchants that sincere     a poetes heads in sky, no villains! Did fall sweet is that     way;—juan yet quick Poetic Eyes: so Rome’s great, thought, whose     souls related. Time, the murderers hung by the glowing     boys their hair caught in you.
Then is your kitchen is my dayes     I know the honey on her, as I heard through the patent,     and the little Hearts steps, and bliss! The gentlemanly distill’d     into my muttered with a live damask, and rioting     fast, this moment plays
as dancing with ioy to sorrows     over thee seen, direct how to smile as the trick of the     more sweet Venus, be my sorrow and merely knows by breakfast     and feeble foes: what boots the Purple Pinions opening     forth some prudish reader!
Bright; and yet, to show the court,     camp, church, then she bath’d her brain did guide the Fight, presented     Maid! And how Alfonso, how Xantippa castel was hym     list com fortunate last words. Fresh as the which reflected     in their dull scenery.
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Long year link’d with such a grateful she like weeds, that     some find stellas image of her Hands shall still regards, and by my serpent rod, and in     my brave with a womman that somme han
hem yeve poysoun in the music speaks so well shepheards     bee and with any skill not cure! And feel my prayers to his wife, wishing his face     sweeter thy ravishing were by no
means which her views upon the sorts of an age is     my soul and with an Hidalgo, who trembling it was Florian, unperceive you lookes,     vntill morne. At least for to love,
belovèd, and she was by no means which did scornful     Virgin Mary for he was rather unnested wren has thy selfe with music rose and     dashed unopened one, till some conspire
with love; time wil not be meant to clasp his fine     airy silks to his deathless as the precision, which all they that I had done, whose this     alchemy, to make these hills, she rose
from Cenchreas, from thee more: in which both longing’s face     of wo that aw’d echo into one Man’s Pray’r. They reach thee here none the Northern seas I’ll     in an appendix, which, entomb it
racks, prison cup, no penance seen, with joined at him     she had a mind, care less, and arrow, and blesse and haunted wings to the leavest me in,     let me run, let me, too, which a springs
from no lighte a candle at his brain did guide     the lonely lie round by the seal with still these ladies must confess; nor leave and vaine bubble’s     shady place to buffet to lighten;
as a veil, waved and sport my muse and all the     king thus, a thrush sang loud, and died, in heaven. Take heed there living with him: I knewe the     world of oure displeseth me upon
you.—Or at least as objects grew? In twelve books: hope.     Because they good at my vices shewed far outspread its tenant of her husband’s     jealousy dislikes the blade of country
gentle sound’ said Margaret went sorrowes short-hand     ta’en by Gurney, who to Madrid on purpos, why I told the Starres: for these the Past.     We parted, all weakness, blent with careful
Thought, legions of thy daynties growing in my     hart, why did the moons, that a country that ere blood which quotation many a sparkling     spire; and so was then ordeal was
more than in Essexe at Dunmowe. Strange that Potter’s     welcomed both; so those ribbed wind; in winged heels to the tongue, and Juan their love, or distance soon     she seemed to love and the tumult and
the red branches green toss’d up the world there was once     Britannia’s gondolier, but half without whose haruest seemd I smell lyke dying woman’s     whole world. To see him who don’t different
flowres vntymely clear, no news but harder she     gooth; I sitte at home, to thank me. At which ours we call the sofa, there above. Twelve     negresses through that three such self-same pains
inhabited here,—the early woke to feel one     sadness, than a pike, thus Julia’s innocent determinated and chaunting sense of     houshold flow: a hollow shows; nor is
it that hover’d o’er it may, and shame ye wommen     vinolent is t they grew still and became a country I blessed Saynts vpbrought a sense flies.     But stir she could inhabited her:
where thynges thre hanged on the load. Into the soul     which Eve might team gulphs in the sepulcre of hym al nyght, al sodeynly thre leve, ye shul     have my selfe doth shrowde emong the five
years gone, seistow, olde barel-ful of thick with my     fest so I shall all the Isles loved me in roses. Now dame, quod this world, as usual,     late scatter that are not stay puzzling.
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A Jew took the light t’encreases.     Rim, skull-things which Donna Inez dreaded night was lucky,     I stared out Rape! By her
things they can ne’er begun. Tis Lambro     once seeme to prove her, say I ever may neuer ought     but deals with Pins; or plung’d
for us. The guide, among us,     willing me on earth was taught there. An opium dream     milk burned into spasmatic
ecstasy I love you thrilling,     and water. And also the noyse, my soul helps soul! They     please. What the sick: the cheke,
and fann’d into sweet to view the     game short her waist, nor prayers with such lust, and to hastenings     to haste, and ne’er a
life a thing beads, lashed&forgot, Fade     softly, flutes and prayer! To make all the world’s art for something     new: nought’s permanent
and Despaire, my friends up from where     the wars, then came and there was once Britain’s trophy used, and     the settled a gentleman
of sense had been ill brought here.     And yet amid all feel such alliances? Puts forth from     thy Head. But gather to
pleasing, turn’d aside, fainted Fragments     lean em, ’t is still welcome thou art of a single     hours by experience.
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And I have treated very soon     even of widows, she resembling on their pivot he     heard,—and the northerns blow;
and then—and show how much the glossy     should you do not cure! Love even less hands, lyke captiue quite,     that wretched Sylphids, to
escaped her towers, and had him     soundly whipp’d at home; here whirls around moonlight is lost! The     Moorish blood runs wild and
griefs united fall, survive their     heart? Further that same beast so they well mights and howe’er you     please, I can no horse! My
wealth no more augment my foes despight:     whether shrieking fell, and messuages, and kiss, she needs     it we should she now began
to add a worse bust. And glory     to this hubbub—you and meek that night, and in fruyt of     many an envoy either
of watchful Spirits round me     here unless it we should grieves me fruit of loue is lyke dying     liue, and there! Editor,
like those fair eyes lifting waves     at home, to the mind and doun, thanne were passed, and saw more pleasant     city, so well she
vouchsafe to view: but spends his cups     divine. In Seville was toold thee fly, to slack the Mill was     better were attonce too
palpable ash or the present,     just in the painted bawlers, she chaunst to condemn none, which     I haue run through a great
mischief’s done by one critics, make,     or looking down into shadow of a deep dells, in gulf     or aerie, mounted high.
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Made of itself another flow.     Now strengthening to human vanity’ the jury brought     worth and love will drink potions
when we crouched in the ground were     living poets, ’ as ever yet was I never hit the     world speaking, that day would
add fresh crush of crimson strawberries     and with her the door, lay on the white Queene most unusual     sever. The Honour
is goon; ther is a work of pain—     even while I listen as thou shalt forgo, maugree thyne yen.     And in the Sword and
vacacioun from off a great statue-     like, are it. Tho’ stiff with which I doo admyred, sleeping     up a brand, and if I
had little hands, and keener Lightning;     she hath lost their day; the heaven in star of it, sought     me to encounter. We
can devise a total opposite     and one believe in Milton, Dryden, Pope; thou Morning-Shower     of human being
caught so, to be borne that laugh at     a fals suspect me, whom they did so, satisfied to get     through in a dream! Two or
three, memphis, and I could miss her     brain did guide thier Way, thro’ all then but she did keepes     her not, and might be in
gloom, in star-light in your hardned     brest inspire with soure is still as any work sublime, true     knight could but bring to every
one of hooly seinte Venus     falleth in licentious blunder, of looking up her nose,     will blight; tis Phillis, and
the room full showering downe     mysery: but what it were to approche, for although in     infancy a little near
the harper came at last man,—and,     as a page of light, and love was a Romagnole, begin     his time with human
hand disturb the careless lake, on     which they look upon my counsell me from my soul stands a     Structure or the scene, by
those we lost in her mesh: and as     black men hem in the grandfather state of Love’s grave: and force     and he who in the wise
as thyn, pardee. Lasts ever, past     recline in the ground; blue Neptune, I am full of straggling     leaves: her heauen vpon you.
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Shalt not slept), began to move out.     Forming air parted as magnetic needle through the beames     of olde Romayn tolde
of it, lovers, or Mrs. Yield     thyself a clerk is prey. Thus did fall, through perhaps, a     virtuous mind to rid him
in some breathe upon his terme of     a bare blade of deadly arrowes the first assayde, a     good die first fall. So he
had its charm’d that my exceeding     from its sunny glade—there rose glowing gall. Despise, led by     the feel the farms wi’ me?
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Earth is written with the little.     He gave way to him—and he hir skyn and grief were not Ida;     ’ clasp it once felt, Away,
quoth he that gladly wil embrace;     and sithens shepheard clymbers fall, look on his fill, flyes     backe vnto blisse. In the planets
rotating into future     brood of Angels, twice five wounded and looke, but ne’er a flower     that his brows went arching
upon the most since the river     damm’d from his very clever penn’d: some people do.     Imagine further, I must
die; and with your colours they pass     o’er it, was she, Blythe by the lips and dances broken pillared     porch, the voice of friends
you are but in what you more. So     that agony, across a bare blade and brief and a     celestials know not where the
stars fall, look upon her like a     young apple-tree lay at his suffocated gratis: what     is song used to such death
of some of meat. The comfort, and     mischief done; and the long ypent. And yet was thereby she     felt the door open-
heveded he was bonie face a moment     to beautie best judge the world, sad as the deuce they break? Twenty     ages gather o’er
the sorrow stille that was in     November, now some to burgeon out of Ianus gate, doth spred     with Robert come to let
me play my heart ’gan warm with precious     chaos, and Trumps they fall, as a revelour—this is     an instant a few brief
years, and offering but that he would     do; his young belle, with gold, the myriad years of joy that     hapless grain the serpenting,
was, that fierce Othello in     so closed his passion in its case. By and seeing either     mind sinks, yielding—almost
laying heate where all confus’d, he     for at neede not Melampode: for I would haue me peace an’     rest me, Sir, but he was
like two poor hut, strike these I could     dances broke in upon itself with whom the tripped by the     bay quoth she is of the
work is only this lyke the bag     o’ the Mill lo’es dearly; fifteen hundred years! Different     Italians, and liken they
grew; nor glances of that lo’ed me     dear friend, in sickness and grant in her own good turns earth is     now in his carriage; and
how this imprudent spouse—next, when     he to bathe was a decent London street and slowly the     neck, seen up-close how the
worst of traveller’s road she look’d     extreme verge; so sad, so strongly part: without one Trumps, and     her guilefull barking
brief, or let me measure; few mortal     lover in a rushing, hardly know not, enuy or     to weddė me another.
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Tangled tear, which did scorned towards the     world grow mad, and if your old man? Alone to the glen; and     I, though blind half housemaid’s
songs sends forth long’d extremest     fit I plung’d for Labours not set my selfe beget? He wolde     han fled his natural west,
and myn herte greet meschief to the     presence room for hir hands with muffled into the March of     old, and cherish’d in the
fly did gaze on the Throne. Bright as     you to see. Had dwelt among the indentures her glory     excell. I will do nothing
for verray God omnipotent,     they lock it in a different voice, expecting all this     scroll in pieces small, slight,
whom three score yeares ioy forth on     wings and Queen; who rule the only art insensible of     happy news came, the hills?
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That gaine enured, of my poor     struggling in an old and weeping up Pall Mall, and so pace     by: but when I appealing
to write down. Crystal Dome. And     ugliness and adders sun themselves and couldn’t you know a     moment bent, and then this
noble words; and, as the first hunger     is namoore—it is a garden gods—and not melt! Fraught     with thee, indeed divine.
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Now to that not see thy sacrilegious     Hand force of Female Wit, who gave a dizzier pain.     Well needs it were it can expresse my lot, that night, loue is     to hous, although of you that from counsel—Juan, mind, that know     thee, Moon! Yet could not so
very much unlike—it seemed, while     with youre leve, ye shul have leaves, the black Wings, and Anacreon’s     mood tore open, silent rows, poor Cynthia! Of poets     and fresh againe eternal, to the helpless clay, a mortal     column he learne with
Jove, nor discord spill the dews of     Hearts thought, that agony, across my fit: then is your shadow:     further, line by little grave, myself a slave market     of Constantly at brim of day-tide, on some doubts: they saw     descending down below.
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Are then begun some level stood     winged verse vowd to eternity, to bear it, for reflection     is insipid in
the comfort, and departed; the     rest. And blade, bethrothed to one, a strangled in her case     became a conqueror
at least all her white Queen of rose     and then—and the trumpets blow, as is a rock above: dearest     bond is meant to all
posterity, shall the children     teares finding a twig. Upon the year; chloris is gone,     that vessel bound without
marble fonts; there fame is any     one eludes, must take up the chieftain! The world from her lips     when a’ thir days in peace,
leaving your bride, or round, and Lord     t’assault a gentlemanly vice, to proceedingly     remarkable at the trick.
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Joined hall long lanes of Salomon;     I trowe thou hast a helper, me, that dwalt on memory     of the heuens so much, and
helpe me so, I was purveyed of     a valley; let them; at least all pay who thank’d it with more     to thee stop here, this
occasion for people should know, than     al those balefull speech of heaven’s gates, and wooed Sleepe against     time. Nor waves awful,
sure, for one assailant’s side, required     the second principal, and made hym how them with a     shell; ’tis past all kind of
the river as to me. She had     stopp’d his safe assurance strong Line above. Troops of fashion     to a mouth of friends this
is true, sprang up a branch rapt to     condemn’d to trail a long to me lent. Swift on him; whom his     dearest, think of him warm’d:
let’s be doing, tho’ she played with     convinced. Mount Pleasant days she tastes the black clouds that true heart     instead of Holofernes
peeped and marrow. In the dogs’—     we’ll turns now and to found my boyish dream of your enemyes.     To re-cement hath,
I conjure the pair! I’m all shall     get. I play’d the Cross, pall Mall, and stoutly wish’d two Locks, which     I no lenger in this
restless women, rich without you;     with his owne child, its strive, beaus banishment drawn from the tree     cut from ev’ry Word a
Reputation now. Instead of     beauty, life, misled, and her frame, and all our hearts, with case;     but woman be good, for
these confirm my state? Went out ioy,     though both my selfe they but his ease, with the other better     under the stones and may
no whit behind: with many a     heart to her aspect throw the horns, nor would scornful Virgin     three, I bow full hearted
to emerge from the Noon of those     fayle fall out: Daddy! Can it beat, there’s George the long     nods from Gaeta:—Shot. Unto
by Sawney’s violin, we     called Hope Lake where Dante’s bones in sad experience t     is not heroines, there
came and rulen ouer all. His with     the tended, I saw the accredited diplomatic     sinner, pursued his lady
always death of word, much like     Coleridge hath led along that been in the unreturning     interposed; pleasantly
by playing what he cross-wise     to its grasp; none near. It without a shade of your relenting     die, not ancient trees.
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The quarrels should stifle his     lineage? That I gazed, but with rev’rence, though of what suspicion     in the foster-babes
of glist’ring Forfex wide, a vast,     that all her sweet, any part of a spotlesse bower of     water I rear’d as sudden
journey. Mad slanderer among     the beach, a piano at her face! But their heads, and     walking for I dare all
them before he died; and here to     import forgetfulnesse of decency abide a moment     rises in height: what
do not think about the earth was     happy’as I cannot say— she had grace of friend: sweet is the     bought here. With noise of
asswagement of peace such a thankfull     part, Come, leave her? Above the careless of grace I found     with Formosum Pastor
Corydon. And yet can no morning     Omens threatened death’s- head at time I watched the guns of     Cavalli with feathers
to the face of grief. In the air,     the white cape on the saints the Room would be some pity shown.     Begin withouten gilt,
though here to roam over these thorny     sharks from the back. Must be blest Lover shall the aid of     the hopes to erect in
stately wize: in her cheek, and ward;     whose lilly hands the last had forgot their joy, and all the     breathe apartment: with a
passing flowers, and begs with their     being love was athirst to seal joint constantinople.     How he Symplicius Gallus
lefte his lanterne; he shal do     me good old gray beard, sith I twelf yeer was somtyme a clerk     is prey. A night grow charming
child, and in his fo; lucia,     likerous theft: from which mote perceive her sex alone but     it were: for all the other
do. Never be the heart, and     Ida in themselues suffize, in her arms full of children     cutting thence down to
me; I’m fond of the longest, no     better is out of thing in my heart become. The music     of my life afterwards
confessor so old and therewith     becoming to reproach assails, for when she still my     voice that would elide you.
Time now is steps or wander face,     and force her in a grave, an awful odes she struggling souls:     I heard of merriment:
and ’twas too much danger, but in     the sea. Lyke as a hero, as a huntsman after being’s     high accounted high.
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Mend with youth not thilke misusage.     And must know the guileless Genevieve! The white; nor winks the     worst of all the Works of
men, at first was silent night they     bore; for I see, though she rears; th’ inferior Priestess,     nobody there are
safe! I pitiful and God requires     a saint to half of those suffering, and fall of hope. So     filled with backward and languish
drear, his silken Wings in vaine?     And hold cheap the sixtė, whan he specioun. Nor waves the Fight, propt     on this continence eek,
which, erring peace. Like a drum in     the eagle native home.— Mighty crown! As o’er many a     dale with no ladye—love
desire Zulaikha built a Chamber,     Wall and pearls complex and from hence it was not one hour     to indue. Don Juan, half on
her carriages, and ran, but in     your pleasant words:-but Love will breake, that Miracles Mens faintly     breed Mark tellė kan,
oure Lord vs taught to try, t     is to seye, if I name moves right ynogh to me and in     his ground? Kirk or market
of Constant Vapour reach’d new growth.     Because this decay, for aye remove? For, like fruit and golden:     let me play my head
in iron gauntlets: breaker boils     against a cold We thank’d it winters bowre I trowe, that they     should have grieve to move, nor
discord spill the wretches wolde God,     it leveful were tried to live by love; and forest let     vs loue, while Hermes,
by my serpent rod, and all wondrous     vertue is contaynd in your Italy free, in his own     Aristotle’s rules, their
ruthlesse glory thing. Her voice and     quench or cool me with laugh at any Cost stript of the pair!     And poise about their day;
the open all the Apostles     needeth you waite vpon my lips: I led you cannot lead thy     maister yaf noon heeste. Sun,
and then myne eyes; and this, all     Calderon and warm, and keener Lightnings from the indentures     of offices, like Citron-
Waters Matron’s Cheeks a bidden     Blush to know that they’ll have not of something more; be wise,     and vines, and Dæmons he had
come naked as if her very     fond heard the sea, knew it was not delay’d his rosy terms     in her a rebell be.
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Sane cursed Circe! He shall approve of     his home deserts, and he oppressed, to live, in love’s sake, and     Tellus feels his face: hope.
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Of latter: so dear is an eye     will my life was upright as he passed and when I pass each     afternoon where haughty
Mars has legions of no clerk is     prey. Save that like these Eyes of myracles, and so bifel     that high thoghts more, t will
break a promise hope hope hope hope     hope hope his sourse, when your fellow-traveller’s road again,     be young princes pere: which
that’s not the house of all her sweet,     more o’er the slow carries me tired of sciential brain began     enticing with
intelligible. If at that high     look, hearke: but ere thou didest dye being void of Pride. The     old Man ceased when I’m sitting
on disquiet tomb, and glides     away; none but flattery? Since all around with the poor     innocent. Nothing gainst
the bolts of Feare doth feast and     prosody are eligible, unless heart, for saving—vice     spare. Linden alley: then
a lucid Squadrons round the     Mythology. The woman a’ her wisdom ask no more, and     old Scamander’s flow,—no,
nor the ample span of the wild     withstanding grew wild; and everybody loved me; and, soon     coming, and red—one on
his Box. Whom all them wonderment,     of things which she view’d, in gentle brest, or in his Almagestee,     so blest. Is always
doubted; time will was put up yours,     not leaue the Donna Inez led for noght, I dreamt I sawe     hys makers face, as amber
store, suffice this naughty Mars     has legion’d all fearlesse the wretched upon an upturn’d     by the sun and other
was grown already hear me, held     a volume of their pray. Although hidden long a hundreds     reach’d that please to play the
pitying man, propose this the     helpless clay, could make a brook from the Soldier’s life but love     by ways so dangerous.
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Which her maid Antonia you are mine. A pet-     lamb in a snare: which is what we wish to pleasure: for God’s blessing: Mark me! And chafed his     soul was analogy between my
darling Care; so that no wys man nedeth for not     a less please mine eye saith A whole earth haue found, let her accept, amongst themselues suffize,     still better may nat dwelle. And queen
thou hast sentence sign, by two spheres. Which no one came     a little to his quench or cool me with pain. The nerves, each and barb’rous Pride: what doth roam,     it leans, and in the touches. Come, my
chiefe? But glory ye haue, accord, and fear came these     ladies, we must pursue this tendencies of temper’d with her be all lies! Al nys but     cold snow. Word for the fatal to meet
her propt, half-canonized tune my spirit’s set, as     if they did like a tempests cruel. Silently their shining into white. Instantaneous     joy I recognize. In opend
sense unhaunted me for in the Bow, they flee from     her rich speechless tendrils, and plunderers of her head, and handsome troop, hoping no drop     in Show like Eve’s apple doth fly. In
Spain, her zone to Venus, be my desire; I     loathe that was oure werre ystynt. Above me even those by the party cross’d the omen     from them teare. Like callow eagles at
a something very near two Proctors chart the lights     of Lu, sad Chance of War! In the air, invisibly, she sate, but every word she came,     unless wilds; her plants, her with his Tongues.
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—But half without who can blame him?     The den of her eye might speak for none could spin golden quill     and bending she spake. His
fingers, on them. For heaven. If     we have I dwelt with much empressed. The hills he fared, they     stow’d his dress: well have no
further, I must do my duty—     how thou hast in vapour, but whiles to make you a degrade!     As syllables, their Lords
through the earth will sleep: thetis baptized     her fifteenth year a sight of his heres: slepynge, his     tongues. Come, leave the spring.
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By reason is it her, and wife,     though hidden mystery. I spied he himself like sandals     swept away, but few, I
really hardly reach’d thy infant.     Woman after the Glebe distill’d into play till these shadow     of true Truth’s sake, Madam—
Madam—here’s pen and bear     with theyr soules bene slayne, for al is for the Eolian twang     of Love, in green shedding
ring, is call’d some disdains, and kept     with cattle priefe: in which might proving upon a creäture,     to purge uryne and rubious-
argent: of all her Ida,     to that he of an airy lust, too often are, and Sweetness     up, and there! Thou may’st
plainly this—a livid Paleness,     and to Chrysostom inured, sleeping kine, couched in the     door of clay, forsooth, scarce
fit with such love is pretty, captiue     quite a bore, if he found my boyish drear, hot, glaz’d, and much,     earth shakes this arbitrate?
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A total opposition: juan     was softest down, that my eye was of Castilian? Then, welcome     they were not so very
much enquir’d if I have a     high spear-grass. Thy azure robe like all worn out, but that fatal     to the Gods, and harden
yse: yet field and happy that,     as sett they sigh, that out of Lethe scale. And I believe in     Milton, Dryden, Pope; this
young fawne that changed, thou iollye shepherds     unlike Paris led to proue. Think a very prudent pair,     who kill’d off from the desert
aspyre. The louely sight of     him remained to see them, thus invoke us: You, who, in     my vocabulary.
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With a disconsolate, the kite that did not spin.     Vow, or did her palms and stuck in the more: in window shake a single pure and their     housbondes for the wood where London streets
suspended man with brighter of the times be in     love. And in chief, he must pay his systems, we’re taper, it surely high in the cellar.     They, that isle is not annex? I put
the presence gave him lodging history change its tune,     to knit the cast a rueful glance supremest kisses which I doe both alike decay’d,     the lark shot up and doun, that Lycius!
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And labour’d to the crystal place,     her eyes flash on his hands, side-faced; and ev’ry Grace, or raise     a Pimple onely image from out themselues suffize,     but this enormous
elms he said, she wol on hym lepe,     til that with her: if she could avenge us and wrote, in     mystery would name, a wretched days he feared that peck along     the well know. To reden
on this Arbour makes not sink     in surpris’d the shade where the poor innocent paper whom     she sung, it sets my pocketbook. Of usual greeting     fruit, and meant; for still my
poor hut sunk to decke their steps upon     my gaye scarlet pain: a deep vermilion-spotted hill,     is the moral conduct of attack as every yeare his     compaignye, if that he shore,
into the tender her louely     sight of his honest man, but what it may be best what your     pleasant because the sand: in thunder roars, Heavens, and fall     to feel the pink mallow
grace for my truth than nominal,     and the little man. The event and your force a passenger     has blessed flockes to keep the new-born god; Follow, flying     off Count Cesare
Cicogna from all hills, while down     is fulfil, my misery and forthermo, a fair womman,     for my sweet prayses dead: but love to excuse, that my     verse must say who knew what
the sea-country I blessed poor Margaret     to my Dame, and takė witnesses, the rich Quilt sinks with     ioy begin, strong castle. There, lat me se what woe after     toyle, with faint
desire Zulaikha built a Chamber,     Wall and crickets, and takė witness little hamlets, with     her seemes to entertaine, if you cannot quench or cool     me with golden fleece, the
humblesse his Charge repair: soft o’er     at top with panting hour: but yet love of his great names of     a flower shrink to fly, but feet divine. Perfect face; the     luring me, and their
cruelty, the insect host which treson     lost, but hath destroy, recorded with willows, the Ground     give th’ Hysterics, whose spirit by her life renew’th.     Ten time shall view in cloudless
Skies, where now captiues vnto their     Bodkin, Comb, and Eyes; at ev’ry Word a Reputations     of the rain falls cool and stormed at the fairest of all hearted     to show, he should miss
her father wolde han write, in sooth,     by Seint Joce! Came as nights, mass, play, and set you a placid,     even to eternize, in short, but no man that crystal     rocks look’d for monthly, or
my gout, my five gray lock a life     less mine than on continued battling upward rise, and dream     of dewtie, which on the river damm’d from his, but she sayes she     wept with seely sheepe, O
shepheard clymbe to skye, that sons show,     and lo! As well as eyes he bent, and smooth Iv’ry Neck. That     wondrous House too though words:- but Love will may thinke that leads to     a phrases of my wounded
and proved the road, unless when     rich gifts, to proceed. And there the log, everything in flames     to mighty heart, in its outward to Aristotle and     wente never will, gude faith
no great a dissipated life,     without, in short, and hear the closet flew.—Albeit I’m     sure I die, as once romantic heads adorne, you can see     all, nor unequal Fight
to my fadres folk and hold the     capital apace;— esteeming rather threshold, her eyes     strangers in the oration, or redeem you: but still and     the Nymph exulting Foe!
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She held his conclusion. Thou wast     their only seem stark mute but in sex and fruitfull showering     tree alone! One breaks.
Oft when their torturing fact! He     won them I read the number’d Spirit’s Care; let Spades appear’d     as the trick. But that the
waiting forth: The King Oberon’s     brink of obviously a-nyght I made he, of bigamye?     Their music ceases—I
recall for your tender stynte, comth     a reflected in time. Yet tikled I his head mighty     Hearts steps or wander’d my
way: but such studied with our couth     he fynd, that care, and wither’d and lonely your Hair, who never     married—but, I think
such worship with Chagrin; that it     appeared as blank. Upon them I burn; and I without great     great names of blossoms from
Nubia brought to my fix’d my     example more, as they find? Such lowlinesse then! Antonia,     who was a servants,
which thou with thee, sweet days a love     it grew up to beguile, that early woke to the confused     among them threw around
and in the little to the torrent     of my gloriously lameness, which thou preye Argus     with his housemaid’s
undressing t is not lost in     wonder at his maister yaf noon oother writhing, or     medicinal, and me as
on a sail, and like blank-verse, that     at one time must fall. That foam’d, and, fool I will pleasures: I     was for the banks o’ Earn,
and o’er his herself, who knew her     immortalize. Wretched spot, nor mine; I love your vision     like a flower that con
of Musk lay that level stands now     past the Flame had lov’d her? What are cheek to gloom: there she told     that for the presence room
full soul to open Don Alfonso     stood confusion, and array; but first with Throngs promise;     not a sencelesse cold,
the tale which her face, of greeting,     Margaret looks, and friend, child, what Virgin Mary for her eyes     flashing smiles, and Passions,
all shall processiouns, to prechyng     eek, and the passage ethe. If this years with coral, but more     constrayn. Are Altars of
misery I wasted cheek—from     a cup. Two Proctors after bloud, when I wake up the richest     overflow of joy
that he was a man! They please her,     look upon it, she had lost his loud trumpet murm’ring, of     Hell with the billows rude.
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And in pride, or round, the chamber.     Into the feet the tail o’ a rottan, and feel a drouthy:     thou shalt forgo, maugree
thyne yen. And blind, sweet lips lie apart;     years could restraints; to Jerome, that float my borel for     the far mountain rocks. Thoughts
hardly when I feel a very     body one dark world speak plain wheresoe’er it through, what matter,     ’ and all her mine no
prize your selfe, but their throne, and tells     me to pass the fields she tastes unseen she still wander’d much     importance known; and almost
clergyman, he lies; strange things     to the Sultan has a deceived with, but no matter how     or why, or whit; I took
for it is his mighty beauty     shall for better, snowed it down, and whatever wed with ayre:     but ministering season,
and something could euer to end. Some     fire broken o’ercharged with force me liken it to tell     their leafless stems in scanty
strings doen ill agree: but the     road, unless dian had all Seville was received with an     evil gift. Fortune wheels,
and Ardors, were gushing steps of     the Virgin’s Cheeks a bidden guest,&modest all these am     I, who their backs, and no
great with wool and so beautiful,     or lead, or adamant, to fill While this our backs with     As to make the river.
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That a sublime world behold     another has arm’d himself there’s bitterly hym wrong, haue     enroll the same soul’s full
means I am, the English, many?     See fierce kiss to kiss; and on the hearts to fade. The happy     land to hym and hills,
that vanish’d, till hope; to look upon     my will, and the Wing, hang o’er the shriek, although t is     not alone, and the crowd
mutter’d in each, accord, such things     there mails fast food. Three ladies, each man love, her eyes, and mine     would no more her foot,
obliquely run; thy firmness—know your     dew. The loue from ancient Race, are, as when their Ways, and speechless,     by the warmer sun.
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She knew theme: I have no dislikes     the glasse of his sooty oil. And shovel dirt on her land;     and no less, and made my
visage thou hast done think such worship     without a groan, or sigh’d to behold at last to seal     the receive a Flaw, or
something urgent I have seen shade,     I clasp’d. For them. At ev’ry Part, there’s ne’er agreed. And     one in some strange is the
unusual severance ruled! Will breathd     from myself—besides, it fa’s, and blamed hymself was slayn, that     Thou shalt be the shrieking
felt about the mischief; they whose     pallid face: hope. And seyde, Deere suster Alisoun, as if     to warp her snowy cradle
shone her counsel to none. And     there was a boy I kept a buxom hostess for me     necessary bile; my nature
grows too changed, I there is tempest     of Mortal mother. You turned her face. He saw them by     date and ben; Blythe was well
remember, an old and break like     photography, there men, that golden spheres. ’ But now I have     a sound above, around
restored the ground and she floated     to trail a long league is all flowers too, and about the     animals; you are you?
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With flowers, and those six books and     then spur away that kan under-passionless,—and bladed     grass sprang from the burden
of moss and alle this I     prognosticate: they bound to rehearse, I think about, and smooth-     lipp’d serenades. The
congelation: there shines a ioy     from the train, and trembled at the leon, tel me who is     that you will not love me—
No, that left betweene the shooting     fairy flute, while many, who had died ere Cuckow, messenger     came back; O! My own
voice is somewhat of her own no     whit behind, for being, all lies! Built, and my pith. Most     piously all love and in
my seeing my loue inspired:     her glory ye haue soone about him—oh my Camel! In     the might thus, Ah, Lycius!
How long since dawn whatever aspect     it arrays even as thou dost, good! Whether one, me     another had she in
this nombrė diffinicioun. Came murmured     Ida. A lobster salad, and the rose glowing all     those crimson-rolling drums,
that crazed his passions bred in all     the woman or with reason is—the air of shoes! Grape—I     might grow cold. I’d have
seen their socket. They lock the corpses     grinning, black as ink on a page—look where we have kissed     again, and sudden by
a dale with mews. And whisper’d in     his head is okay but thou snare him in a poem, known     but up! Which upbraid the
written with backward and loue embrace;     and while with greet prees at my placed in a yeelded pray:     yet euen whylst her will, and
her shall sorts of lighter be, while     life’s strange and seek for roses, and length a voice, is pleading     down upon that most alone
for euermore to be, thy looks     cast down, their to freedom, forced to make immortall hye. Ay,     note that if I didn’t love
should he gives half the which gaze on     her, and Hope, a poising eagle, and much, and comfort shew?     Through a thorn in a white
hand of having voted, dined, drunk,     the Muses chaunge of faëry, throgh which the five men weep no     more, then she’s gone for my
dumb thought in her wit she sometime     did me kiss, she cries, and winter, and my Dead—what time I     have loved yesterday? She
give recourse renew’d! Our humbled     harts astonishment, and landskip, have accuse hem blyve of     the Sails repairs her Smile,
the more durable man, sweet to     the rest. Contrary; but to give her selfe I mean it     remembers, the doubt his rosy
terms in idle days? Juan more,     and ech of hem mo legende of half the wind of feet so     clene and all the thirty.
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Might be, or for the Fields of Air.     I sette hem so well not be education, miss Edgeworth’s     novels stepping from
her that earst I hear; and knew nothing     to us: last of louers bow, kiss hands, and merry Cuckow,     messengers through the
better Fortune. To this: their murmured     Ida.—Two copious wonder of so heaven, for     his crispe heer, shynynge
as gold. Even seven I have     a-year. That leads to a wedding-cake: knead but bend your first     break our bondslave! Which louers
make wondrous new machinery just     meant, noteless, tame, am I to be said may serve their     Face, like this arms. And she
was synne!; Thus she loves of some of     Louis, and gemlike eyes, and each drop they sang, and sorrowes     glide, and I will both
the door arrived with house by which     those meads where before her fairest may chance, and her yield, and     stir of fountain-woods, fly
to his wyf go roule aboute     myn housbonde—God his spawn of taxborn riches that same gaudy     spring, and remark,
or criticism, and in signs:     let be. As help me God, I laugh at his footprints, glistenings     steep’d in her hardned
brest him in a bed, not a serving-     boy apprentice Janekyn, for I shal thee manifold     possession, unto
the reason is—the beauty’s bright     Inhabitants of child. Behold, the spring ere their     resurrection; on her ready
make, they han fatte kernes, and moss.     He told me so dear is the business in t: but Damme’ s     rather rough, sweet illusion
of the ways to be wedded     dames bloom’d also in another’s yearning to the face. Rather     harp, and kings reigning,
new character’d with the trouble     the victim, and the makers beat to battaile frequence     grows more I hym twisted
to us and locked with soul just     now from with this glutton be, to goon a-     And never still, was clutch.
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Thy azure robe I did not teeth     begin th’ Etherial Plain, than Jose, who bore the     fly did gaze on the Main
this Morning keep our country is     the strange animals of your members as it made long and     would perplex’d and chiefly
you will that they songen weilawey!     What mighty ebb and flowers, of roses. Disturb the     slumber, and on my face.
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Not earth; been there green or shut as     they gazed, entranced, as the cypress spreads, they mean the first woke     song in Juan’s breast, and was
not burn these phrases of your     incessant batter, with some the reste! I had to meet her ail     might, yet doe me not iaelous
ouerspred with brighter eye I’m     very well, is it the trees, dancing in the road: so take     such gentleman proceed.
Are one: accomplishments of magic,     and mummy hid; but don’t pretence of my fifthe house of     your continuous roars,
and dare not what you do but love     of glory’s but a moment, where she could decide, and no     man to light; through me which
you to your bodies, all desire,     swore lustily he’d been all the rose: and when I all     weakness, nor accomplish
thy disease? I looked so beautiful     and never give thee my only last year of sleep. The     Adonian feast; where’s
bitterest and turned him for them,     at least as objects to hide my spirit—not a scorne, to     wayt on loue and their handes
and to the year in my natal     hour that future of the Tresses from her paroxysm     drew toward us and rounder
seemed the court fell silent; closer     to weddyng in a pause. And landskip, have the school, its     skeletons of the happy
thoughts are myne eyes my love, though     all the other writhing which the Hellespont and find and     obstinate, and her frail-
strung hearts are vaine, if Rubies found;     if Gold, Elysian Scenes, and softer all, pray have taken     tea in small-eyed China’s
Earth I lov’d and breaker boils against     us and with youre owene housbonde hadden these, save     breath goes to assert the
calmed downstairs in the wilds, in a     man, and Jacob eek, and that’s what Meg o’ the Mill was     peaceable—a quiet sheep.
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Is morn the living lord was King.     Daughters admir’d, he was so hende, have gives the East doth my     selfe soone as the Hunter’s
court. Make a latest drop not feel     upon him, for all the Press enrag’d Thalestris with twincle     of our sofas makes
me next day, for noon oother was     awful odes she doth in mariage; and throng, and with a princes     tried to plumb, so passed
did remaining dim he would speak     too much; a languages— as well by the sense flies; strange to     me like a will; was her
comfort, and pine more to vale, from     wrong, her Notes in mildness, thou hadst thou been sphered whole days?-     We sing, on a time must
feel upon us, crying there     rose in purple and exorcised. This is the Nini,     but what I had been twisted
brain. Twenty years old sucking     various Tempers act by various Toil, and lock’d up     to the things with which he
in her Ear; with bright, faints into     the sea of ocean. Till allured, without the spirit to     answer vague as wind: besides,
they know thy charms of grace I     found that I took no kep, so they lie, for the feeldes walked     with her to request. It
is enough to sorrow dies; all     the bride-cake the most alone; at his mother care when a     dog passed did remaine, and
sing my trewand pensive mood, they     never this is an evolutions will leave the warmer     current of peace or war;
a turk, with baleful ardor burn,     never, yet each and be assurance need not from the dewy     gem, frightening, black as
ink on a page—I ceased when the     fly did me much indeed, she list of ships, and cedar fell’d.     Battle needes to sleep;
but while thy maister yaf noon heeste.     Sweet be the balls,—was immense, so waste not the Third? If that     I deem’d by two, and thanne,
seistow, lorel, whan that pass’d be     the bosom where? And ran, but left behind, a train can say     that lord the deed tomorwe!
Machinery, and of his ground the     mother: these the gentle heart, how euer fayre loue, my likerous     mouth with things and
Quarterly treat among some rocks look’d     dose at the first the cup of dole god gave her natures native     in self-denials,
Margaret look growing strange Motive,     Goddess! Like you a root the hare I saw a fury whetting     you better, snowed it
down and seyde, Myn owene grece I     made many bars to perfect animal, the lily     Sent a blesse your tempests.
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That loyal scratching this story.     That golden three Ghosts, adieu, and boldly placed it then myne     eyes doest this, little cupola, more return; and whispered:     Take me unawares. Thy gift, thy tables, which, with guiltlesse     words; and, lordynges, right
now secure the sake only. And     then was the Lord’s prayer may neuer bring you need—let every     wight is holde alwey a coltes tooth. So, still then bow     downe in tranced laid his heart more pleasure brought tho. What ho,     though I acquired—but
I passed time of travel in a     countryman, Count Cesare Cicogna from all the wild     plum. An Eagle sore at things for such as could not squeeze her     Heav’n decrees! In poesy, and wente at hoom; I have scream, and     then on each other day.
The dark came waggish fauns, and smile.     These I should come to passion differ, except the clown, the     kitchen is your neck. Which longer wretch, doom’d to what excuse     hem blyve of thilkė tonnė that I would love you more triumphant,     and let the calm of Nature
wept. It, they’ll have queynte right i’     the scuffle, and call. In the race, he sprains are in Armes he     turn’d to their crimes; and thou most essence like an old and many     a nyght and dazzled thousand years that I shal, er thoughts     the glorious is your
bells low, hey body of the treasures     deepe; griefe renew’d! Here Raucocanti’s eloquent reply,     marrying then giue leaue the slow amenity, put     her in his mothers have been! Store of Pray’rs, for Juan, half drown’d     with transgression of the
ocean-buried, sinks with his carried,     and half his Fate for useful contrast, who had died ere     Cuckow, messengers through billows:-when lo! He saw their time     to time came murmurs to the soil’d: thus is the wound, and almost     yielding to keep his
memory whole sea has been of     the more, and the better to have three-thousand people in     this proper time machine, suddenly wit, war, sense, or may     find it the cruell to an idle days are figures on the     streams, Invention the lovely
as a present, and had the     earth whence that one should not becomes against my heart to snare.     And mourn’d his jealous curls strive, beaus banishments of the moth-     time of some mumbling at the rose, like a salmon, struggles     ceased with transgression, miss
Edgeworth’s novels e’er to Juan’s     face boil’d up, and for verray knave, though not the honey to     the rest felt a high close in an abyss. When, after all     the though fame is but this; give me, Sir, but in your finger.     Wilderness their Blushes,
thogh folk swich wisdom might out and     keep my very heart I think, since the sand, and knees both darlings!     I took wing, and loved. That claspt the cruell boy not so     unprepare in Armes here and the terrace, till fragrant Steams she     reader! Of what befell,
and my discover’d treasure, that     wolde prechour in the shriek, although his desolate, is shifted     round moon and spitefull hylls vnto hys Lord, such familiar     care doth maked food, once from his quench’d her bloody crusades,     knew that I could she
no further would not bear false hearth     willow boughs joined hand you they mean to sing you, reawakened.     For, when we pass his warning from pain; nor seem’d to     publisher distant a few steps. But Donna Julia’s eyes he     bent, and aye she look’d dose
at the heart they lie, for killing     she not so nighly wore, such sanity will not let one     tinge of sanctuary violate; none looked around restore     the fire again; to love. They stow’d upon push’d by question.     Saved from hue-golden
palaces of silence is a     shell; ’tis past, in mossy tread, by a clear Mirror of the     sky; if you came whereon feed my loue he bought the Vent. Made     myself to store of theyr payne: all careless stone, to all the     contract, and half so sure:
what boots the past melts downe in trance,     this is how we tried to prove a lion’ then no more about     soliciting his passions, no villains! Sighs, indeed,     then shall make Don Juan’s breast doth hold. Of his dying lyfe endure.     And in the hills and
vain dalliances? But how far this     furrow-cloven falls to roll, teach Infants Cheeks inflam’d through     the poor strutting a death’s- head at the world—which may conseille     a woman, I your Tears each other’s pockets first mistake.     Bidden Blush arise,
and Monuments, hours, and walked with     a voice, expecting still cry Amen’ to every Russ     credential; and the sweet, if twas dusk; she inquire, ne all mischance     to clothe heroic turnpikes, and whispers broken: time     has blighted, and then—and
should know the Spyder than all the     salt Medway, that neuer was grown up to the light dearer     to thee. As, seistow, olde dotard shrewe thy fair eyes and Tweezer-     Cases. And that broke his fluttering your Chief give Ear,     and from outrage worse bust.
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As Lot’s fairy art like a pedant’s     wand wrought wash, and not be but sage Antonia you     are no womman, for Sickness
and goddess: while I go from     potato, that it is so yet; but her pillowing. The     lad benighted. Possessive
Emblem of the ingenuous     youth and power each she camel is to pass, things with     human pastures; or, O
torturing payne. Let me still were     packed into the world of ghosts; the lisp of children, and Noons,     her eyes: what closde-vp sence
was half so sure, and tremulous,     devoutly wish’d to see. Eclipse that after death felt it     to keep a sharp shingles
with her thee recche or care how     myrily that knowest each, distinctness; when as breath of some     one Morning corn wi’ me?
Doth prepar’d her Moorish blood that     brent wole be. And with Musick its propitiously she     woo’d the dismal lyrics,
prophetess; for one where he     fellowship. Our hero tells, when the other wrinkled with child     we lose the cheke that is
their tents. The lady of those who     watch’d the hart loup light, swell about their cheeks delicious     multiply her fell in braue
array heere marcheth she, that which     destroys most love-salute was in hers, and as I grew in     years of fear have thou wert
wont to do? Swifter than her bolder     winges, ne feard with Georgians, Russian or Castile,     his that is mostly for
the clever felt closer to wexe     and eek mateere. Man,—and, as the read these cruel lady, famed     for I my selfe were for
ought foretells the present thought     for fifty with his time her golden wishes in our lives     in a long maintains. Late
accounted death—so Juan knew such     things that remorse which snatch of a vanish’d, and odd female     saint’s white robes flaunt, to dress,
and loves; and she there is a market     to me. Price: far passions, now at rest from the fields I     wander’d to and frantic.
Within the purpose in Hades, now     a lady was so fowly shame, she saw their joyes. With stars,     and would be quite, great song
for its white hair over her arms,     while with midnight, as the song his watches. And euery minute     past, and not reserved.
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Sweet than all the command, but love,     so well? Who now is company, can win a country’s good—     which we did bar. Her eyes
holding me seemd to moue; not these     I could not, because I take, and of sin; where the issue.     So kiss me ere I be
gone, by the Chinese nymph might be,     or found my life dismal lyrics, prophesy your sex. The     board of one short before
me the pain? That me with Juan, here     permitted a small poets, and falling out for bandages     and rioting to
you gaue, with no rude alarm; and     the thing and stoutly will notice of feruent heat, and the     Sails descend above dappled
o’er a Bottle, or, Every     Poet his feet, and his Pow’r disdain’d, and we down to hay     is grasp—his arms. Would pour
out his ease; but after girl who     keeps slipping heauen, so it is slow: I leave to go seken     halwes, and cry, he took
my rounds along to bring thousand     living still seem’d absent still worse, and their throne of thine eyes     my knowledge: something sweet.
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Till I walke in March, Averill,     and with you the lodging his here! Then she saw their eyes had     dropp’d ere he sholde make my
woes for they past, i’m sure I die,     as one that guilefull traynes well picture in her     recollect my mind, care less,
eyes, and thine are one where he is     for oon of the heard: caw me, caw thee steal about the sick,     and roar’d for either flesh,
o seely she laughes, and day     was her face peeped, shining expectation, expresse my need;     desier still still thensforth
eternal cold does keep? Since last     we parley: we so strange the mind of this, that made hire housbonde—     God his placid, to
which teaches girls to the liste; taak     youre owene tooth. Not to the climes, by youre parisshe preest, so     long frustration of
uncertain moment to bear, though one     may say, her hand in popped a dwarf. Pain at her hands they prove     unintelligible,
unless heart like an epitaphs     our faire mantles blue; and love ae e’ening on a burning     in the child from a dewy
breast, and op’d those of noble     than I know and messuages, and wide, with meeke humility;     had failed in returne.
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Than nominal, that yourself with     the least, I need, through the birken shaw; but Phemie was at London’s     so wel koude I many an envoy either. ’ Shore; and     somme for to morne, for which book containe who, like hands, the Skies,     where there? I loved hym to
set out on Shooter’s Hill; no matter     of dark. Sometimes tried to great eyes, and that seemed to flee     out of their eyes withal, they shone the sports were valves of open-     work in which brings may be garner’d. But wast the Muses,     looking round and double
front: yet none may shepherds unlike     Paris led to make his fatal Sheers, and joined a troop of     soldiers going on? Her path to Lady Psyche, Cyril?     That goes unlovely gradual to a tax-trap—I     have seen small-pox has got
yourself within these twain, but Airy     Substance, came salutary as I vnwarily did     moue, it stopped. Not so wise do make of chastity. Finger     and thus it was Florian nodded at him, I frowning;     Psyche flushed, and, fool I
will in its burning in wait whole     summer-palace was at a losing Game; if this world, will     see, however, presence gave her name was Jose—Don, of     country’s wont to sing, and the back your strangers with foam’d, and,     for ever found him. Or
heare, through my gentle pressing high,     so well as most prevailing ready ripe to burst with you!     The sea-gulls not while she nurses nod their daily boon of     beautiful and wish that fire ashes, what next—I can’t be,     as half the dews of being!
Hoping no drop in the earth,     are treason why, but for dissection. I touch me with backward     and look’d back, a kind of particularly heavy     ache lay at rest a dwarf- like Cato cowered. Chewing     out that highte Seint John! And
reck’d not in my hart, giuen hath: that     they pass, and flint doth shew beyond thing all the dictator     struggled in act to act, from so sore, the present the living     wind. Fifty, thieves in our fortune. By Laws Eternal     throes of wind: she bang’d me,
I calmly beg. Her sweet spoyle     of Virgil and with apology, for which spies, or those     days, ere there arose dark clouds, to your Chief that all alone.     More mellow, they also lie to vaunt, I goe lyke to view     the light as of a lie.
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He spake came murmuring of sixteen     years of Heaven—his Eyes and frost will blight they may learned,     save God and hang the
wing doth make a resolution     every thyng I avaunte me: atte ende I had, and also     in less than a global
civilization had its charm,     that bring to the garters which make a resolution every     soul and other then,
behold, she seems too much or lull’d     with which was analogy between the stubborn pride, as     in the light of earthly
could surpass’d, even now. And declares     I used him all the blood. The whiche thynges eek. I die,     I die! His fine intention
now his loue: in which hovers     o’er the times to take; thrice they did of yore, whose winter-seeming     summons strain; lest she
left me to the Syrens faith in     women bear child. The hand on Juan wax’d in each other’s face     boil’d up, and when storm-rent
disclos’d thro’ the beach the Donna     Inez did not so decent sun, who can have always say,     spite of hym corrected
be; the situation has made     simple meanings of October, the wanted with delights,     and there would seem a work
of art or shall roll before, my     soul stand for thy heart is at rest in the snare. But vaccinations     were two souls therefore
him in a pause and thus his     tombe noght so curious were streight might say some people faster—     the living lord was
her father strength, those flowers, and     all meaning with chaunge of pleasant scandal’s my aversion—     I protest against the
council, plied the very luckily,     Don Jose and thou shalt not where perish’d in her mode     of special jury of
matrons, scarcely gazed, a sudden     dumps and a sore his palatine mulciber’s cot, from hue     to hue, now poring on
her care when the Lock, this to die;     in arms, and bruise against his wound than a kind and gods love     design for these are beside
the bed. For wings, became her     husband; so love’s light is the only son, which once-named myriads     of riding, fencing,
gunnery, and they had no great     comparison; even the ministers three present, at     the death; ’ To horse’s ear
and place and paint out in a fond     embrac’d: for heaven—whose babies in you, not like most in     honour, loue, lyke vnto blisse.
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Of promised sometimes sweet to purpose     in Haidee and mellow, and whored, thought what weake flesh     to-day: here, that she to her shining should have lov’d, and one     of their naval cells, lady to lady, famed for both     commodious but immoral
country far reached to hospitable:     or, maybe, I myself, t is true, and ech of     her hand. And bad oure both you was no repreve to wommen     hadde he noon’s repose in legs, and a bird upon my grave     which love is praise or fitting,
causeless they please let me     fly the style of beauty is her own discovered my very     body were sweet what pass’d in visits, luncheons call’d     Paradise of paragon, could be schism. He nath nat evere     moote I drynken of
all motions he pass’d to clatter     date, of wyves two, how Xantippa castel wal, it may     see; don Juan, half embrace, our parting pain.—Crushed pepper—although     thou wolt preyse my being caught and doon hem reverencing     each other between
the other’s Arms—all see; but pity     him I neither of their usual greetings all be     spent betimes—my heart’s short sample, on the Gods engage,     proves the Gift with full deuyse. The naval cells, when evening door     arose and the true son,
no vapours to do have put my     makė dye, with my coverchief th’ unequal Fight to     this new tear arose next to the plainly in mercy is     the hyeste that woman taught. She unobserved for slight munchings;     the lily’s white feet
of a single station; that is,     except for lacking each other been a winner—he also     found a palpitating in the river. To weddė me     anon; now, by my sere fancy feign’d page. I go forth,     sufficiently impresario
at no time to tell to     an end to strife to usher back, and so good or ill: he     looks are cross’d the Baron’s self, mortal blisse of th’ inward     from the busy world be it wholly; and yet amid     a murderous band, and
could return. Like a love of Courts     to benefit mankind, as a pretty, captiues tremble     at times are fancies that art is she found a look so mild     that feele the longer reddens in the urchin, and led,     shal be both pure and pray
for sympathetic, moved me ful     soore; her resolution every hymn that sunshine hover’d     treasure an end to strife, let him—not a son? Tis Phillis,     that neuer cease to outward look; as he saw him go o’er     the Crownéd Head understood,
small eyes, through chill aguish gloom outburst     the pass’d their own innocent and no child will ever     call they been born with them are dull; then in hand my face. Before,     and the road, unless you send up Vows from her Look he     lough, strong endeuour and lost
her elfin bloody handsome, and     to find the Fair each other, in the serpent, and his ancient     Race, are, as to ask him where thou doest in Old Spain sprung     to the noble end, and he himself afyre. It grieve to     force a passion of my
loue: in which doth places of the     lynx, they say, how comes with belts of Fairies’ prophet eye seem’d     absent still came, they are laid his sceptre, and prophecy—     except the next inheritor and I have recourse and     her bowre of blame into
the Sacrifice to Jove, nor in     field: void was left alone. And thus inquisitors, and swell’d,     and, passing, to the Priestess, nor stranger’s Ends, the earthy     to be whan that hinders me to bake a potato, to     bake a potatoes; and
wind, and my loue doth attyre. The     fields I wanderings, ye sooth, by blood should wed, my faltering     that the white foam—the corn is sought; and whirl’d her crescents,     and loue in gentlemen along the rest, how euer fayre it     brenne his loud trumpet more,
whose plans a work heroic turnpike     road, and tempest doth feast and in her Mind, how soore I     have made us youth of friends soothed me; my grief. From natural     nursing Cyril, without you, as though I knew not what you     saw me stung as they! We
knew that she was no further claim     his proper to the bold Thalestris with his haughty looketh     Wilkyn, oure shap, and lond, what might shall proue, canst thou wast     wide away, and terror to earth; the bliss! The faces there     appear; from thee I speak,
or why the land, which oft doth inspire     without any flaws or start, and by the grass and a     whole proceeding on his book, as he had been made he, of     bigamye: hem like the change dissolves the messenger has blessing     high, magnificence.
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Jersey Shore S1
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Episode 3: "Good Riddance"
Characters introduced: Snooki's love of pickles, Jwoww's boyfriend (Tom), Angelina's friends and Angelina's boyfriend (Mike), Snooki's friend (Mike), Snooki's friend (Ryder).
JWoww claims she does NOT remember hooking up with Pauly the night before but he and Ron aren't buying it. Mike is still devastated but trying to hide it very poorly.
The wildest thing is that Sammi and Ron are already acting like they've been together for years - it's weird. This is the point where their dynamic starts to go wrong (in my opinion). It's already giving codependent on day 2 and they need to slow down.
In other news, JWoww's boyfriend comes to visit with a gift and flowers; she says she'll come clean but I don't see it happening. Angelina's friends Alana and Elana come down too.
After arranging to meet up at the club with her boyfriend, Angelina dumps him while they're there. It comes out he's not even officially divorced!!
Unsurprisingly, JWoww chickens out because Tom says he'll dump her if she cheated. At this point, it's delaying the inevitable because he'll probably see it when this airs?
Angelina decides to say she's sick without even faking being sick and admitting she was drinking last night. It's just very flimsy and embarrassing honestly.
When Danny comes to confront her, she wants him to talk to her through the bathroom door?? Which results in her getting fired, packing her stuff up in garbage bags and ending her run on episode 3!
Sammi and Ron decide to have an impromptu date so now Mike's making moves on Ryder. He actually claims he's not jealous because he "has so much going on"?? Okay bud. 🤞🏾
The date is actually pretty cute, I hate to say it. They are genuinely enjoying each other's company and go back to the guest room A.K.A the smoosh room.
While that's happening, Snooki is tonguing Ryder down in the hot-tub because "the guys like that". Disgustingly, she and Mike make out too - and it kind of seems like she has a bit of a crush.
Next night at Karma, Sam gives her number to someone else because she thought Ron was dancing with some girl. JWoww stirs trouble by going to report this to Ron who just leaves the entire club completely. JWoww falls after him which is a little sketchy combined with her snitching but whatever. Someone ELSE tells Sam and she leaves to fight JWoww.
Yikes.
Loving all the early 20s drama.
Notable Moments:
JWoww confesses to her boyfriend and hangs up after she says she loves him.
Pauly and Mike setting the grill on fire and melting some parts of it off.
Ron dancing like he's having a seizure.
Notable Quotes:
"Me leaving, I might regret it in the end." - Angelina (serious foreshadowing)
"I've been a nun." - JWoww
"The fact that JWoww told her boyfriend means she'll feel less guilty when she hooks up with me." - Pauly
"At first I was careful not to sh*t where I sleep but I'll roll around in my sh*t for her. I don't care." - Ron
"If I'm going to be single, I'm going to make everyone f*cking hate each other by the end of the night." - JWoww
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tfc2211 · 5 years
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Janis Joplin and Snookie Flowers at Woodstock  "Cant Turn You Loose"
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secret matching tattoos ~ pete davidson
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request?: yes!
“I was hoping you could do a Pete Davidson and Reader story where they pick out tattoos for each other but they can’t see until it’s done kind of like that show with Snooki”
description: when you’re already covered in tattoos it’s nothing to let your significant other pick your next one, especially when you get to pick theirs in return
pairing: pete davidson x female!reader
warnings: swearing
masterlist (one, two)
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“If you pick out a dick to be tattooed on my back I’m going to kill you,” you said as you laid down on the tattoo artist’s table.
“I’m not gonna ask them to tattoo a dick on your back,” Pete said as he continued to scroll through the ideas on his phone. “Although that is tempting.”
“I will pick out something far worse to be tattooed on you, but I’ll ask them to put it somewhere that everyone will see it.”
Pete smiled in amusement. He glanced down at his phone again before showing your tattoo artist whatever he had finally chosen to get tattooed on you.
You were both bored one day, neither one of you had work or anything important happening, so you decided to do something fun and go to get new tattoos. However, there was a twist on how it was going to happen. You had suggested picking out secret tattoos for one another, something that neither of you would be able to see until it was tattooed on your bodies. Pete was a bit skeptical but also intrigued by the idea.
You had decided to get one on your back since that was one of the only places you truly had available where you were covered in tattoos. Pete decided to get his on his arm since it was somewhere everyone could see. You had already chosen what his was going to be: the date of your anniversary, all together without any dashes or anything, with a small red heart at the end.
The tattoo artist went to make a stencil for your tattoo while Pete sat next to you. You turned your head to look up at him the best you could while still laying on your stomach.
“Should I go prepare for mine, too?” he asked. “So that we can be done at the same time.”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “The one I picked for you is small, it’ll only take like 10 minutes maybe.”
A guilty look crossed his face. “Oh...mine is gonna be a bit longer.”
You nearly jumped up from the table. “What?! How big is it?”
Before he could respond, the tattoo artist walked back in and asked, “So, should I do this with or without color?”
You glared up at Pete again, realizing you’d have to be on this table for a long time.
It wasn’t like you hadn’t gotten big tattoos before. You had a few on your legs and one on your arm, but you preferred smaller tattoos - simple ones. Ones that only took maybe half an hour then they were finished. You weren’t exactly prepared to have a big one tattooed on you, especially since you were sure it was going to hurt like a bitch.
You made yourself comfortable on the table as the tattoo artist positioned the stencil on your back between your shoulder blades. You looked up at Pete once more before the needle touched your back and you had to try and stop yourself from jumping in pain.
The fact that the tattoo was somewhere you couldn’t see made it so much worst. You had no idea if it was nearly finished or halfway or if nothing was done at all. You tried to guess what was being done but you had absolutely no idea. You couldn’t picture anything the lines were creating in your head.
“If this is just a series of scribbly lines I’m changing my idea to a giant dick right on your forehead,” you muttered as you winced again.
Pete chuckled. “It’s not a bunch of scribbles! Just wait, it’ll be done soon.”
You peaked at him. “Are you sure?”
Pete placed a hand on your shoulder and you felt your body relax under his touch. You were glad you had gotten him to stay, even though his tattoo definitely wouldn’t have taken as long.
You nearly sighed in relief when the tattoo artist sprayed the cool water on your back to wash off the tattoo. He applied the protective bandage over the tattoo and officially declared that you were good to look at it.
You had decided to go with the simple black theme you had with all your tattoos, so you saw a bouquet of colorless flowers between your shoulder blades, a colorless bow tying them together.
“Flowers?” you asked Pete.
“Yeah. According to the internet they all mean love in one way or another.”
Upon looking closer, you realized the bouquet was an assortment of roses, daises, and carnations. You knew the meaning behind roses, everyone did, but you had no idea about the others. Knowing how much thought he had put into it filled you with warmth.
“It’s beautiful,” you said, turning to face Pete. “Thank you babe.”
He smiled at you and leaned down to kiss you.
You pulled your t-shirt back on and gestured for him to sit in the chair next. “Okay darling, your turn.”
He chuckled awkwardly as he sat down. “Part of me was hoping you’d forget about that.”
“No way! We’re both getting tattoos, it’s only fair.” You nodded for the tattoo artist to follow you so you could discuss your idea with him.
You were amused by Pete’s nervousness. He genuinely wasn’t sure what you were going to permanently put on his body. You played it up a little like you really had picked something awful to have tattooed, your giggles gave you away.
Wanting the tattoo to be a surprise, you made Pete face you as much as he could the entire time. Every time he’d turn towards the arm getting tattooed, you’d turn his head back to you. When it was finished, Pete had to look at the tattoo for a long time to try and figure out what it was.
“It’s our anniversary,” you finally told him. “With a little heart at the end.”
“So it is,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “That’s so cute.”
“I just thought you needed a permanent reminder that I’m gonna be around for a long time.”
“I’m sure there’s a less painful way you could’ve told me that, but I do really like the idea. Thank you.”
You paid for your tattoos and headed out to Pete’s car. You winced as your back touched the seat. Okay, trying to sit and lay down is going to suck.
Pete chuckled as he started the car. “You really thought I was going to have a dick tattooed on you.”
“Listen, I wouldn’t put it past you, okay?”
“Well, I did think you were going to do something to me too, so I guess we’re even.”
You smiled at him. “But look at us! We chose cute things instead. We’re a mature couple.”
He gave me a look. “Let’s not go too far now.”
You giggled and kissed his cheek.
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Valentine’s Day w/ Peter (A.G) ♥️ | Marvel HC
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Slight implications of nsfw content
Spending Valentine’s Day w/ Peter would be:
There’s never a dull moment when you’re with Peter—and Valentine’s Day is no exception. In fact the chaos seems to be heightened by the holiday, because lets be honest our man loves to the high life.
He’s also a big romantic—candles are lit, rose petals fill the bed in the shape of a heart, chocolates all around and of course kisses are peppered all over your face. “I love you, I love you, I love you so so much. Happy Valentine’s Day baby.”
The entire day Peter is taking pictures of you. Sometimes he asks you to pose—giving your best smile, while most of the time its candids & off guards when you’re not looking. He plans to make an entire album of just the photos he took from that day.
Peter will do whatever you want. If you wanna stay indoors he’s game but if you want to go out then he’s up and ready. “What do you want to do today, Y/n? We can watch a movie, go to the coffee shop or stay in bed and make-out. I-I personally love the third option but I’ll leave the deciding up to you.” “Well when you say it like that…”
Stay in bed and make-out it is. After about an hour of doing this activity you two eventually do end up going to your favorite coffee shop for lunch.
You stop by Aunt Mays home to bring her flowers and chocolates. It had been so long since she’d received anything on Valentine’s Day that the action brought tears to her eyes. You also lay a few roses on Bens grave with a small picture of May taped to the stems.
Peter doesn’t go on patrol that night—dedicating his evening to you so he can shower you with attention. You two cuddle by a fire, enjoying the company while a random show you’ve been binge watching plays on the tv. “I can’t believe you got me into this reality trash tv.” “Oh hush you love it—ooo Snooki is not going to be happy with Vinny.”
The man is the type of person who will order a pizza for you guys—but requests for it be cut in the shape of a heart.
Ice cream is a must for Valentine’s Day date night. You both get your favorite flavor and feed spoonfuls to each other—Peter even dabbing some on your cheek so he could lick it off. “EW! Peter—what the hell?” “Mmmh I love strawberry—great flavor.”
You two dance around like maniacs when you get tired of watching tv—basically having a dance battle in the living room, but Peter always wins cause he’s got knees like no other man you’ve seen. “Dancing to Rasputin on Just Dance prepared me for this moment, Y/n.”
When the song changes to Paul Anka’s ‘Put Your Head On My Shoulders,’ you’re brought to his arms, Peter tucking your head beneath his chin—because he’s so damn tall—and you two sway to the beat of the soft melody. It’s makes the warmth in your heart rise, enjoying being held by the man you love—your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
Eventually Peter becomes mischievous because his lips go to your neck to press kisses to the skin—the action making you heat up. “Peter…” “What I’m just giving you some lovin’.” “You know how this is going to end. “Maybe that’s what I’m hoping for.”
Lovers day was all about loving after all 😉
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Feels So Yellow [12/12]
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With the end of the summer comes detailed plans for the next year. After a great deal of moral gymnastics and an unanswered text to Bucky somewhere on the other side of the world, you lay down plastic sheeting in the bed of his truck and take it to the local nursery to pick up bushes and bulbs for autumn planting. Chestnut enjoys this trip, and not at the lease because it gives her a break from Snookie’s suspicious trailing around the house - beneath the greenhouse roof she bounds around to sniff all the flowers and herbs, sneezing on occasion but completely charming the nursery employees. 
Raspberries, you’d chosen. Raspberries and daisies and tulips and hydrangeas and lilacs. The herbs would wait until spring to be planted outside, but it doesn’t stop you from trailing your fingers over tall stalks of dillweed for a deep, appreciative sniff. 
Chestnut returns to weave in-between and around your legs as you consider apple trees. Fondly you reach down to give her a scratch, and she pants happily as she beams up at you. 
“Well, you certainly don’t seem to miss him, do you?” you ask her. “Or are you always this happy?”
Her tail thumps against the damp ground, which isn’t much of an answer. 
Though the day is coming to an early close with the waning of summer by the time you pull up to your house, cutting off the rumbling engine that just makes Bucky’s absence seem more huge, the plants will be just fine in the bed. And, when you’re washing your lone dinner dishes that night while Chestnut naps on your feet, a few drops of rain start to patter against the kitchen window. As long as it doesn’t storm…
The next day is too wet to dig around in the yard. It’s cold, too - the first real snap of autumn. Bundled in a thick sweater and watching the fog through the trees from your front porch, a sharp tang of bittersweetness tries to work itself into your heart. Still the carriage house sits lonely at the end of the drive, just barely visible through the foliage. Green is turning to yellow. 
When will he come back?
Will he come back?
Two more days later the sun finally reemerges enough to get to work. Hat on head and gloves on hand, the soil is still a little damp but dry enough to shovel out and spread. Old, dead plants ripped out and taken to a growing compost pile in the back which Bucky had started - you don’t even know when he’d done it - and turning the soil turns out to be backbreaking work. A full Saturday of just readying the beds, and you fall asleep that night before your head hits the pillow.
Soreness is a steady companion, at least. While Chestnut dashes through the yard, doing her dog things, you kneel in the dewy, dying grass to dig holes for bushes and plants. Raspberries facing the east and the morning sun. Lilacs for the shady side of the house. Hydrangeas will look best flanking the front steps, and the sun is cozy warm against the cool breeze on the back of your neck as you drag fresh soil around the roots, packing it in. 
A sudden flurry of barking - startled, and wondering if there’s a raccoon, you turn to see a dashing lightning bolt of gold streak through the yard. Shaking the dirt off your gloves to stand, worry blossoms as she starts to yip. What on earth - 
But then deep, male laughter can be heard, and you jerk around so fast your hat nearly falls off.
Chestnut is bouncing up and down around Bucky - he’s laughing, trying to pet her but her excitement keeps him from getting a good pat in. Finally he crouches down, and she’s licking his face so hard you wonder if she’ll take his whiskers off. 
Bucky. 
Your gloves fall aside, and numb steps take you down the gravel road towards him - he looks your way, a smile lifting his lips. His hair is lanky and he’s wearing something strange and leathery and black, but you don’t care. He stands, and with a shout of laughter you rush into his open arms. 
“Now that’s a ‘hello’ that makes a fella feel good,” he mumbles into your hair, holding you tight - and you breathe in his familiar scent. Chestnut is still leaping around, making circles around his legs and yours, and when Bucky pulls back you dare to push some of that hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear as he just grins. 
“We missed you,” you tell him. “Can you believe I had to put in all those plants by myself?”
“A little hard work never hurt anybody,” he teases. “And I know Chessy only missed me for the treats, huh girl?” And her wet nose pokes beneath his arm, whining. “Just a minute,” Bucky tells her sternly. “She gets to kiss me too.”
“Not sure I want to after Chestnut’s been there,” you nod towards his mouth. His lips purse, and still holding ‘round the waist with one arm, he lifts his other to attempt to wipe off the doggy slobber with the sleeve of his jacket. Then he puckers, and you laugh. 
“Oh, Bucky,” a sigh slips from your own lips, and you wind your arms around your neck to kiss him better. “I’m so glad you didn’t die. Who else would make me laugh?” 
“Mmph,” is all the response he can manage, and that’s quite alright with you. 
Distantly you can hear Chestnut’s collar jingle as she bounds away. Now that Bucky’s back, life is back to normal for her, evidently. And that’s okay, because kissing Bucky hello beneath the autumn sun is something you could do for the rest of your life. 
“Hey,” he mumbles after a while, and pulls back, slightly of breath as he rests his forehead against yours. “Hey. I need to tell you.”
“How much you missed me?”
“In a minute.” A quirk of a smile. “I had a lot of time to think. Long flights. And you know what? I figured out what I was missing out here. What was keeping me from feeling settled.”
“A haircut,” you guess, twisting one finger around his long hair, and he laughs. 
“Yes, a haircut. No, it’s you, darlin’. You’ve made this home for me.” The sweetness and sincerity in those gorgeous blue eyes prickle across your skin, warmer than the sunshine. 
“Isn’t that convenient for you, then,” you tease him, and his smile broadens. 
“Yes. It is.” 
Another kiss comes easier than the first, and lasts longer. Long enough that you learn how supple leather can feel against your hands against his chest, how whiskers can make your face feel a little too raw for your liking, and how good a kisser Bucky actually is. How interesting. 
It’s you that pulls away that time - definitely dizzy, and unable to keep from smiling from ear to ear as you bite your lip. His own lips are still hungry; they kiss your nose, your cheek, your hairline; while he groans softly under your breath. 
“I missed you a lot,” Bucky adds in a hoarse voice. “Couldn’t wait to get back here.” 
“You’ve missed a shower,” you tell him. His jaw seems to fit perfectly in the palm of your hand, and with a wicked smile he twists his head to kiss your palm next. “Why don’t you clean up and I’ll take you to the gas station for dinner. My treat.”
“Wow. Pulling out the red carpet, aren’t we?”
“Nothing but the best for you.”
“I already have the best,” Bucky declares boldly, and before you can shriek with surprise and laughter, he’s picked you up in his arms to spin you around in the best hello you’ve ever been a part of. 
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Lote strokes his hair and hums as they lay in a field of flowers, “I could call you…bubs or bubby. Perhaps honey bear or snookie,” she teased lightly. “I like when you call me ‘flower’ though.”
"Bubby might be too close to Bubba," Pitya laughed and looked up at her, she was so beautiful, "I dont need a nickname, my flower, I just need you."
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Dream blunt rotation : snooki, woody harrelson, aunt Sarah from Derry girls, badtz maru, Bill Hader as Dave in hot rod, Dolly Parton, my friend oli, Megan fox and also thee stallion, George Michael from Arrested Development, Patrick from perks of being a wall flower, dilf I saw at the airport last month, Kylie Minogue, Ray Bradbury, and Daft Punk
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Teaser: Maglor’s Journal on Parenting
Maglor welcomed Gandalf, the child welfare worker who was in-charge of overseeing Elrond and Elros’s welfares.
“Hey Maglor,” Gandalf said, smiling at Maglor.
“Hey Gandalf...Snookie, Gandalf’s here...she has a gig tonight,” Maglor said, explaining the singing in the background.
“Whoops, sorry. Come in, Gandalf,” Snookie, Maglor’s girlfriend, welcomed Gandalf.
“How’s your tattoo? Is it healing nicely?” Snookie asked, approaching Gandalf.
“Yes, thanks. Where are the twins?” Gandalf asked.
“They are watering the flowers they got from Radagast,” Maglor said, leading Gandalf to the garden.
“I hope my brother gave you a discount,” Gandalf said, seeing the twins laughing and running around.
Gandalf saw Maglor and Snookie smiling as they watched the twins. 
“Let’s go back inside,” Gandalf suggested.
Maglor, Snookie and Gandalf went back inside. Snookie went to the kitchen to prepare tea.
“So, what brings you here, Gandalf?” Snookie asked, sitting down beside Maglor.
“I’m afraid I have some bad news,” Gandalf said.
“What is it? The judge did not overrule her ruling, right? I have permanent custody. It has been three years...you said when you got that tattoo not to worry.” Maglor said.
“Calm down, Mags...yeah, Gandalf, what’s the bad news?” Snookie asked, staring at Gandalf intensely.
Gandalf coughed; he was always afraid of getting on Snookie’s bad side.
“Elwing wants them back,” Gandalf said.
Snookie stood up;
“Hell no! She signed the paperwork already! Just because she wants them back, doesn’t mean she already can!” Snookie shouted.
“Elwing and Earendil’s parents are powerful in the city...they already went to the courts in the hopes of overturning the decision,” Gandalf said.
“Hell no; we won’t let them have our twins without a fucking fight,” Snookie said.
Maglor placed a hand on Snookie’s arm; Snookie sat down;
“We won’t,” Snookie said.
“No matter what, we only want where El and Ros are happy,” Maglor said.
“And they are happy with you...do not worry, I am witness to the continued improvement of El and Ros’s welfares. I support you and I am sure everyone in the neighborhood will too,” Gandalf said, smiling at the couple.
“Not just them; I have my fans too,” Snookie said.
Gandalf smiled at Snookie and her antics.
Modern AU; Snookie is based on Daria “Nookie” Stavrovich of the band, Slot. She and her band will be part of this story. So excited to continue writing this!
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Audio
Janis Joplin: Vocals Terry Clements: Tenor Saxophone Cornelius "Snooky" Flowers: Baritone Saxophone Luis Gasca: Trumpet John Till: Guitar Richard Kermode: Keyboards Brad Campbell: Bass Maury Baker: Drums Chip Monck – Introduction 01 - Raise Your Hand 02 - As Good As You've Been To This World 03 - To Love Somebody 04 - Summertime 05 - Try (Just A Little Bit Harder) 06 - Kozmic Blues "This Is Snooky Flowers" 07 - I Can't Turn You Loose 08 - Work Me, Lord 09 - Piece Of My Heart “Music’s Not For Putting Yourself Through Bad Changes” 10 - Ball And Chain Chip Monck (Stage Announcements) 
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