#a quarter of a million humans and aliens

[therighthandofvengeance]

Mr. Morden: what do you want?

a quarter of a million humans and aliens: an apology, for starters

[mysticreigns2]

Iron man (cyborg series 2)

Roman reigns x Esme (OC)

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, sci-fi, not proofread.

Tag list: @mzv11 @acknowledge-reigns @romanreignshairdresser @my-roman-empiree @romanthereigns @wrestlingprincess80

MINORS DNI!!

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K6. A planet in the Andromeda Galaxy 2 million light years away, and soon to be our new home. The space program had been excelerated when we found out an asteroid was coming to earth. The asteroid brought the sentinels with it. An alien lifeform that sucked the energy resources from other worlds, leaving them a baren wasteland of what they use to be.

Humanity had taken to the cosmos to find a home but the sentinels were always right behind them! Eventually, humanity managed to isolate the sentinels to one section of the Galaxy near the titan quarter, home to the largest black holes in existence, giving humanity a small glimmer of hope that defeat the sentinels.

In the process of trying to flee the sentinels humanity had lost 95% of its population, dropping it to a mere 3 million people. In an attempt to repopulate, humans were paired with cyborgs. 85% of the time no conception happened. 10% resulted in miscarriages, and 5% resulted in healthy babies. Scientists were unsure why 5% of women carries healthy cyborg babies until they discovered the M5 gene.

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Esme's POV

"Danny! Have you seen Roman?" I shouted.

"Lover boys around here somewhere!" She shouted back.

I put my hand over my face "Danny!" I yelled.

"I think it's cute!" His deep voice eched in the hallway. Shit! "How much did you hear?" I asked.

"Lover boys around here somewhere!" He said, smiling from ear to ear. I covered my face "dammit Danny!" I yelled through my hands.

Danny was the only person I'd told about Roman and I. We were the first human and cyborg and naturally paired together on our own. With humanitys very existence in the balance I had wondered for a while if that would be the difference between whether or not we conceived and the others didn't. Roman was insatiable! I know Danny heard us several times even though she never said anything.

I was to busy thinking about the night before. I never expected a cyborg to be so loving in the bedroom, so intune with my needs but he knew what I needed better then I did. His touches were soft, yet held a firmness that no human man had ever shown. His kisses, delicate, yet needy, covering every inch of my skin.

"Esme? You ok?" Danny asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

"huh? Oh yeah I'm fine!* I smiled. Roman saw right through me. He leaned towards my ear "I know you were thinking about last night! How I was pounding that pussy, making you scream!" He growled.

I bit my lip to hold back a moan "get a room you to!" Danny smiled, taking a sip of her coffee. I picked up a plastic cup off the counter and chucked it at her "shut up, Danny!" I laughed.

"she's not wrong though!" Roman chuckled, picking me up bridal style "don't worry if you hear moaning, Danny!" He winked.

"Esme, you lucky girl!" She shouted, the smile in her voice evident.

A sudden shake of the ship had Roman setting me to my feet "both of you run to Esme's quarters!" He said.

"Roman what is it?" I asked, worry and confusion in my voice. I knew he wouldn't tell me to run for no reason, His senses were far more powerful then any human, but something told me he should come with us "Roman you need to come with us! It's not safe for you either. Whatever this is, it's out for all of us!"

The entity that was attacking us flew by the window "a squiddy!" I gasped.

"A squiddy?" Roman asked "how did we get near the titan quarter?"

"I don't know but that squiddy is dangerous to all of us! It doesn't differentiate between human and cyborg but it doesn't just come around for no reason. It's a parasite. It's sensed the energy of the ship and followed it!"

"How do we get rid of it?" He asked "emp pulse?"

"No that dangerous to you and it'll only make it worse! We have to shut off the ship! Make it think it our energy is gone!" I said "the other possibility is we drive it back to the titan quarter, but we risk being caught in a black hole!"

"We need to do something quick either way or that squiddy is gonna take every bit of power the ship has!" Danny yelled.

"Go downstairs and find the switch that shuts all the ships main power sources off! If we can at least make it think it's drained our resources we might have a chance!" I told Danny.

Danny ran off to the ships main power supply "Esme, you look worried!" Roman said.

I sighed, plopping myself in a chair "I never thought I'd have to deal with a squiddy myself!"

"Hey you did an awesome job!" He said, sitting down next to me "I'm proud of you!"

"thank you!" I smiled, leaning in to give him a kiss. The lights started shutting off, indicating Danny had begun shutting off the ships power, Each section of the ship going black.

A loud thud echoed throughout the ship. I ran to the window, looking out into the darkness of space, seeing squiddy leaving the ship "it worked!!" I smiled.

Roman came to the window I was at "you did it Esme!!" He smiled. We all waited until the squiddy was long gone before I grabbed my walky talky to tell Danny to turn the power back on.

3 days later

A knock on the door woke me out of a deep sleep. The artificial sunlight on the ship to give us a sense of normality and keep our circadian rhythm in line hadn't kicked on. It was on a timer and came on at roughly the equivalent of 8am.

I heard the knock again "Esme! We just wanna talk to you!" A male voice said. Remembering what happened last time I didn't answer "Roman!" I whisper yelled, trying to get his hard drive to boot but to no avail. The knocking got louder, I assume because they thought I was still asleep and they were trying to wake me "Esme open the door!"

I had to get Roman to reboot and quick! All the talking I had done wasn't working. I tried to think back to how I woke him before and then it hit me. I got up as quietly as possible and walked over to Roman, careful not to make a sound. I waved my hand in front of Roman and amongst the heavy banging heard his hard drive fire up "hello Esme!" He smiled. The knocking stopped.

"Esme? Is everything alright?" He asked.

"a few guys have been pounding on the door for the past 10 minutes and they stopped when you said 'hello Esme!'"

His expression quickly changed "open the door!" He said "I'll he right here!" He said moving to a dark corner of the room. I took a deep breath and put my hand on the panel. As soon as the door opened the grabbed me and threw me over their shoulder "you have the M5 gene Esme! We're taking you to the breeding program!" One of the men said.

"the fuck you are!" I said trying to get away, elbowing one of them in the neck. The other grabbed my legs trying to tie me up. Moments later I saw one of them get flung against the wall, knocking him out cold. The other tried to run with me still on his shoulder, dropping me along the way when his instinct for survival over powered him.

He wouldn't make it far though. Rounding the corner, I heard him scream and Romans cyborg voice take over "you'll never touch her again!" He yelled. I covered my ears and shut my eyes, I knew what was about to happen but I was to far away from my room to run to it.

Moments later Roman came around the corner, walking over to me. When I saw his feet I looked up"Esme are you hurt?" He asked.

"no, I'm fine!" I said. He reached his hand out to me, pulling me up as I took it "so apparently you can make cyborg babies huh?" He said wiggling his eyebrows. I giggled "you don't miss anything do you?"

"nope!" He said, scooping me up bridal style "not when it comes to you!"

I smiled "you know 6 years ago If someone had told me I'd find my soulmate in a cyborg I would've said they're crazy?"

He smiled, standing next to the panel so I could put my hand on it "and now?"

"And now I have you!" I smiled, as he gently laid me on the bed, crawling into bed next to me.

"Do you remember that night?" He asked, kissing the soft skin on my neck, the softness of his lipsaking goosebumps form on my skin.

"The night you spoiled me for any other human man?" I giggled, turning over to face him "I remember everything about it!"

"so you remember how I kissed you?" He said, connecting his velvety lips with mine. His kiss had always taken my breath away. He kissed me with need, yet a gentleness that no human could ever possess. Slowly moving from my lips to my neck I finally managed to say "I remember!"

A deep chuckle escaped him "I love seeing you like this! It's always turned me in knowing how I can make you need my cock inside you! Pounding into you over and over til you're screaming!" He growled in my ear.

"how wet is that pussy?" He asked running his hand underneath my pajama shorts. His thick fingers finding their way into my slick folds "that pussy is dripping baby girl!" He groaned, flipping me on my stomach and lifting my ass in the air to pull my shorts off, pulling the straps of my tank top down over my shoulders "you're so fucking beautiful Esme!" He groaned. I felt him slide his cock Through my folds, coating himself in my essence "please!" I begged. A deep chuckle escaped his beautiful lips as he gave me what I wanted. The feeling of him filling me up, making us one.

"still so fucking tight!" He growled, digging his hands into my hips, snapping his hips against mine "fuck!" I groaned.

"is this what you wanted? Huh? Did you want my cyborg cock pounding your tight pussy? Uhn! You're so fucking wet baby!" He growled.

"when I fill this pussy you better keep every drop in it! Do you understand me? Answer me!"

"yes sir!" I groaned. I'd never seen him like this before but it drove me crazy!

"yes what?" He growled.

"yes daddy!"

"that's my good girl!" He growled, snapping his hips harder. Skin slapping skin and the sounds of our moans filled the room "fuck! Don't stop!" I groaned.

"uhn I feel that tight pussy squeezing my cock baby! Uhn! That's it! Let it go!" He growled. His words sent me spiraling into an abyss of ecstasy that only he could pull me out of.

"uhn! Milk my cock baby! Fuck!" He growled, his cock twitching inside me, spilling his seed deep within me. A few last sloppy thrusts and he stilled inside me, both of us trying catch our breath, a breath heavy with satiated lust.

Slowly he pulled out me and I collapsed in the bed. He crawled next to me, rubbing my back "I can't wait to see you pregnant with our child! You'll look so beautiful!"

I smiled "I love you!"

He smiled back "I love you to baby girl!"

5 weeks later

I stood In the bathroom, impatiently waiting. Why is this taking so long? It should have shown up by now. My period is a week late. I tapped my foot, the nerves getting to me. I waited the full 3 minutes, scared out of my skin. I grabbed the test and flipped it over. Positive, the digital meter read.

"I'm pregnant?" I mumbled, tears forming in my eyes. I ran into the bedroom "Roman!" I yelled handing him the test.

"You're pregnant?" He smiled.

"We did it!" I smiled back.

He pulled me to him "I love you so much Esme! Fate truly did bring us together 6 years ago!"

[carionto]

It's too big

Part 1 2 3

"How's the Captain holding up?" the overqualified Haespar Kraus asked Trisha, who was just leaving Knoslark's quarters, with a very fine braid he noted.

"Awful, he didn't ask a single thing about sea turtles. It's like I was talkin' to a brick wall, that can knit. I mean I was literally starin' at a wall, but it's like there was nothin' behind me either."

"Well this won't cheer you up then. We need to go on another expedition."

"Already? No way is Ying up and about already, and this" she points an irritated finger at the sign on Knoslark's door, "stupid thing is technically an order from our superior to not do a damn thing."

"Quite. Another technicality is that we will not be leaving the ship for this journey. Remember how the warp jump fried all our quantum gear, as well as numerous sub-systems and left us with one running reactor? That list also includes the internal ship-wide scanners and most monitoring sensors. And the drone controls."

"No way. She can't be serious." Trisha's face began to pale at the realization of what they were about to embark on.

"I'm afraid so."

"TAMEKI!! DO YOU KNOW HOW BIG THIS STUPID SHIP IS! WE'LL BE GOING THROUGH IT FOR WEEKS!"

"Closer to three months. I did the math." Haespar said with a glint of smugness. He loved being right with numbers to back him up. Though it quickly faded as he was also part of this tour of the Radiant Dusk, "At least the turbo-lifts work, so at most we will be a seven hour crawl from everyone else at the furthest nook we have to inspect."

"Woooow, you really know how to cheer a girl up, y'know."

"Even better news then - we can't lift off into space on one reactor in this gravity, AND we don't know if there are any radiation or coolant leaks. Suits on at all times."

"Greeeeat! Now tell me the local aliens are building a giant box around our ship. That way I can be triple packaged."

"Well, they are pelting the ship and trying to get in, but unless they are keeping advanced metallurgy a secret, they won't succeed."

Trisha just rubs her hands over her face before slapping her cheeks: "Right. Okay. Fine. Imma take a nice long bath first. And eat a cake while I talk to Emily about the underground catacombs of Paris. You're NOT invited."

[chuckle] "Hey, I'm just the messenger."

"Well I hate messages, so nyee."

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Human ships are big. Seemingly pointlessly so, but there is a reason for everything. Sure, it's not the best reasons, but they're legit.

You need big engines to carry a lot of stuff into space.

You need big power generators to have enough thrust.

You need bigger cargo holds since the generators are taking up too much space.

You need a stronger, thicker hull to keep it all together.

You need more powerful engines now to move all that extra mass.

You need additional lift chutes and corridors to connect all the parts of the ship

You need an army of drones to maintain all of everything.

You need a bigger cargo hold since everything else is taking up the previously allotted space now.

You need...

And it just goes on until somebody finally decides that a 10 kilometer long ship that can transform into a circle is enough engineering for one day. Then you hand it over to a crew of 27 and let them do whatever, you installed a few thousand redundancies and safety features (adding a few hundred thousand meters of wiring, piping and code and a million tons of matter and bumping everything else up a size category in the process, but who's counting) what could go wrong?

Nothing! You're an engineer who thought of everything, not an architect who draws ugly shapes.

So yeah, you try exploring every street and building and attic in your city. Then do it five more times because in space you can just build in every direction. Oh and take notes and pictures of everything, because if you don't, you might miss a loose cable.

And if you happen to be neglectful and try to turn on your star creating power reactors, you might end up with a permanent tan.

Continue->

[milo-knight]

Wolf 359 Role Swap AU Ideas

(By me... someone who's only finished half the podcast so far)

Officer Minkowski : Communications

+ A no-nonsense woman who has the Pryce and Carter manual memorized, Officer Minkowski spends her days tirelessly combing the known universe for even a hint of a signal from alien life. Unfortunately for her though her superior, Commander Eiffel, is unduly incompetent- causing her to spend just as much time (if not more) resolving the issues he causes as she does actually searching for signals.

"Officer Minkowski, reporting for duty."

Commander Eiffel : Navigation / Commander

+ The assumedly inept, lazy, and overly unserious leader of the USS Hephaestus- Commander Eiffel treats the remote space outpost as his personal playground. Whether he's recording his daily 'Captain's Logs' documenting absolutely nothing but his own idiotic philosophical musings or merely pestering Officer Minkowski to 'get this thing to pick up the top ten hits of *this* century' Commander Eiffel manages to annoy pretty much everyone onboard the USS Hephaestus near hourly. The one compliment Office Minkowski can give him is that he's good in an emergency. Then again... his lack of skill (or perhaps simply his laziness) in his day to day tasks has been the leading cause of 99.9% of the ship's emergencies.

"Hello dear listeners, and welcome to today's Captain's Log."

Dr. Lovelace : Science Officer

+ Unwilling to talk much to anyone, Dr. Lovelace spends most of her time in her laboratory doing "research". What this research is? Unclear. But it keeps her busy. And keeps her angry. She acts like she hates it- but if she hates it so much- why join the crew in the first place? Odd... But she's good at her job. Scary good. Even if she can be a bit brash. More 'pull off the bandaid quick' than 'take a deep breath and count to three' in her methods. She's an asset nonetheless, taking to this mission like a duck to water... almost as if this isn't her first rodeo...

"Don't interrupt me when I'm doing these tests otherwise I might just move from petri dishes straight to the human trial phase. Got it? Oh god, why are you looking at me like that? I was just joking!"

Cutter : Autopilot / Artificial Intelligence

+ The overly cheery, overly biting, and overly analytical auto pilot of the USS Hephaestus. He controls just about everything. The lights, the engine, the temperature, the access to water, the air. What doesn't he control? Now that's the million dollar question. Good thing his programming prevents him from doing anything that could jeopardize the safety of the crew. Not that he'd ever purposefully put the crew in danger... no... of course not. He's everyone's friend of course. Right?

"Officer Minkowski, you look... troubled. Should I turn up the heat in your quarters? I hear intense heat is an excellent way to destress. Really helps just melt all your worries away. Right?"

(Former) Commander Hilbert : Former Leader of USS Hephaestus Mission

+ Dead. Or... not? When Commander Hilbert arrives everything seems to go topsy turvy. Last anyone knew of him he was in a tiny little spaceship blasting off to Earth. And now he's here. Cold. Gloomy. Russian. He doesn't seem inclined to partake in any chit chat, simply wandering the ship while he waits for his ship to be repaired. Honestly, he acts like he's still Commander. Why do they even listen to him again? Oh yeah... the virus...

"Do not talk to me. Focus on your work. My ship must be repaired. Ms. Hera is expecting me back, I assure you."

Ms. Hera : Leader of Goddard Futuristics

+ Bubbly. Sassy. Strangely argumentative in a way most CEOs of major corporations would try not be (at least publicly). She's polite only when she has to be. And she's kind only when it suits her. While Cutter has full control of the station, she has full control of Cutter. And everything honestly. Thankfully she and Commander Eiffel seem to be rather friendly. So that means she has to be on their side. She has to.

"Officer Minkowski if you ever take that tone with me again- just- don't you start that with me."

[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #151

The ship crash landed on earth 25 years ago, a massive hunk of burning metal that had half the state covered in dust clouds for the next year. The impact crater still marred the ground, today, the blackened stone and the informational sign a testament to the ship’s reality long after the government carted it away.

What they had a harder time taking away was the ship’s inhabitant.

A baby.

A real honest to goodness alien baby.

With scared citizens, angry conspiracy theorists, and ethical activists flooding the streets, and no way to hide the baby’s existence, the powers that be eventually settled on a palatable brand for their new earth resident. A hero. They’re very own Superman. That is, if Superman had been the size of a countryside rambler at 6 months old.

People said it took a village to raise a baby. For Hero, it took a nation. 330 million opinions and half as many specialists ensuring the child grew up “right.” Good. Kind. Loyal. Not about to lead an invasion of giants to destroy the planet at any moment.

And it seemed they’d succeeded. Now Hero stood 150 meters tall, big enough that their head peeked over most the city’s buildings, and crime had never been lower.

Villain watched them every evening from their balcony as they strode to their specially made living quarters outside the city’s border, far enough away that people didn’t have to worry about being neighbors. Or treating them like a human. They could forget they existed until the next day when they rolled in to fix another problem

Day after day, Villain watched and admired and daydreamed, until suddenly, one day, they realized they were in love.

[roguephenon]

BEGIN TRANSMISSION

Earth.

A class-G planet.

The only one in its locality capable of sustaining carbon-based life due to its abundance of water and atmosphere.

Home to over eight-point-seven million lifeforms, the planet's dominant species is human; of which there are approximately seven billion.

Of that number, more than three-quarters are over the age of thirteen.

In other words…

…Adults.

A planet not worth saving.

…at least, that's what she used to believe.

A being fluttered through the hologram chamber, her viridian tendrils loose and floating, as if adrift among a breeze of nonexistent stars. Reflections of solar systems and constellations orbited around her, and she viewed them all with indifference.

Her dominant tendrils brushed and pushed against the glossy floor, her plant body ascending into a slow soar. She twirled around the flickering feeds of suns, celestial bodies, and asteroids in a sad melancholy dance, her vines encircling underneath and following her like emerald comet tails.

The alien's ascent pulled to a slow stop, her glimmering eyes from beneath her potted rebreather focused on the transparent ball of green and blue in front of her. Her indifference melted away into reverence, to awe.

And finally, regret.

Earth, by all measures of her studies, lectures, and proceedings, was a planet that should not have existed. Its survival and perseverance despite being on the inhabitable galaxy's fringe was puzzling. It was unheard of. It was astounding. It was a planet she had been enamored by, been hyper-fixated on. It was a planet of immense natural beauty and wonder she had grown to love.

But it had been tainted. It had been overran with adults the moment humans asserted their dominance. It was never meant to prosper as it had. It was never meant to even be granted a Manuel of KND, yet had by some miraculous screw-up. Yet even that didn't matter, as by higher decree, it had been diseased. It had been quarantined. Earth was a plant beyond saving.

That is what she used to believe.

But now, here self-isolated at the opposite edge of the galaxy, she couldn't help but think of the wonders of Earth she had witnessed firsthand. She couldn't but help think of her old, dearest friend who helped her find her hope as a cadet when she had none left.

(But were they still friends, despite her leaving him without saying a word?)

She couldn't help but think of that stubborn little boy. That boy who infuriated her as much as he excited her. That boy that was so damn good at playing the charming hero that he turned a surveillance mission into a whirlwind romance that would always hold a special place in her heart.

(But would he think of it as fondly, after he discovered how much she manipulated and lied to him?)

Numbuh Vine looked at the image of Earth, thinking of all the joy, the fun, the pain, the misery, the heartbreak, the tragedy, the silliness, the oddities, the pure experiences that made her question…

What did it truly mean to be Kids Next Door?

Slowly, her vines encircled the hologram of Earth, her leaves sporting an ethereal halo of protection as she closed her eyes and tilted her helmet forward.

She thought of Earth.

She thought of Dave.

She thought of Abigail.

She thought of Wally.

She thought of Kuki.

She thought of Hoagie.

She thought of Nigel.

She thought of Jerome…

She thought of all of her questions, the unknowns that lay on the other side of it all and did the only thing she could do…

Lizzie thought of them all as she prayed…

Accessing K.N.D. Gihugic Galactic Mission Archive

Please enter Sooper Ultra Secret ADMIN Password

Code: ●●●●●●

Access Approved. Please Standby.

…Please select an Operation Report...

Sector V's Final Operation has been selected. Please confirm...

Confirmation Approved.

And now, for one last time…

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kids next door mission…

[dailyanarchistposts]

A.5 What are some examples of “Anarchy in Action”?

A.5.7 The May-June Revolt in France, 1968

The May-June events in France placed anarchism back on the radical landscape after a period in which many people had written the movement off as dead. This revolt of ten million people grew from humble beginnings. Expelled by the university authorities of Nanterre in Paris for anti-Vietnam War activity, a group of anarchists (including Daniel Cohn-Bendit) promptly called a protest demonstration. The arrival of 80 police enraged many students, who quit their studies to join the battle and drive the police from the university.

Inspired by this support, the anarchists seized the administration building and held a mass debate. The occupation spread, Nanterre was surrounded by police, and the authorities closed the university down. The next day, the Nanterre students gathered at the Sorbonne University in the centre of Paris. Continual police pressure and the arrest of over 500 people caused anger to erupt into five hours of street fighting. The police even attacked passers-by with clubs and tear gas.

A total ban on demonstrations and the closure of the Sorbonne brought thousands of students out onto the streets. Increasing police violence provoked the building of the first barricades. Jean Jacques Lebel, a reporter, wrote that by 1 a.m., ”[l]iterally thousands helped build barricades… women, workers, bystanders, people in pyjamas, human chains to carry rocks, wood, iron.” An entire night of fighting left 350 police injured. On May 7th, a 50,000-strong protest march against the police was transformed into a day-long battle through the narrow streets of the Latin Quarter. Police tear gas was answered by molotov cocktails and the chant “Long Live the Paris Commune!”

By May 10th, continuing massive demonstrations forced the Education Minister to start negotiations. But in the streets, 60 barricades had appeared and young workers were joining the students. The trade unions condemned the police violence. Huge demonstrations throughout France culminated on May 13th with one million people on the streets of Paris.

Faced with this massive protest, the police left the Latin Quarter. Students seized the Sorbonne and created a mass assembly to spread the struggle. Occupations soon spread to every French University. From the Sorbonne came a flood of propaganda, leaflets, proclamations, telegrams, and posters. Slogans such as “Everything is Possible,” “Be Realistic, Demand the Impossible,” “Life without Dead Times,” and “It is Forbidden to Forbid” plastered the walls. “All Power to the Imagination” was on everyone’s lips. As Murray Bookchin pointed out, “the motive forces of revolution today… are not simply scarcity and material need, but also quality of everyday life … the attempt to gain control of one’s own destiny.” [Post-Scarcity Anarchism, p. 166]

Many of the most famous slogans of those days originated from the Situationists. The Situationist International had been formed in 1957 by a small group of dissident radicals and artists. They had developed a highly sophisticated (if jargon riddled) and coherent analysis of modern capitalist society and how to supersede it with a new, freer one. Modern life, they argued, was mere survival rather than living, dominated by the economy of consumption in which everyone, everything, every emotion and relationship becomes a commodity. People were no longer simply alienated producers, they were also alienated consumers. They defined this kind of society as the “Spectacle.” Life itself had been stolen and so revolution meant recreating life. The area of revolutionary change was no longer just the workplace, but in everyday existence:

“People who talk about revolution and class struggle without referring explicitly to everyday life, without understanding what is subversive about love and what is positive in the refusal of constraints, such people have a corpse in their mouth.” [quoted by Clifford Harper, Anarchy: A Graphic Guide, p. 153]

Like many other groups whose politics influenced the Paris events, the situationists argued that “the workers’ councils are the only answer. Every other form of revolutionary struggle has ended up with the very opposite of what it was originally looking for.” [quoted by Clifford Harper, Op. Cit., p. 149] These councils would be self-managed and not be the means by which a “revolutionary” party would take power. Like the anarchists of Noire et Rouge and the libertarian socialists of Socialisme ou Barbarie, their support for a self-managed revolution from below had a massive influence in the May events and the ideas that inspired it.

On May 14th, the Sud-Aviation workers locked the management in its offices and occupied their factory. They were followed by the Cleon-Renault, Lockhead-Beauvais and Mucel-Orleans factories the next day. That night the National Theatre in Paris was seized to become a permanent assembly for mass debate. Next, France’s largest factory, Renault-Billancourt, was occupied. Often the decision to go on indefinite strike was taken by the workers without consulting union officials. By May 17th, a hundred Paris Factories were in the hands of their workers. The weekend of the 19th of May saw 122 factories occupied. By May 20th, the strike and occupations were general and involved six million people. Print workers said they did not wish to leave a monopoly of media coverage to TV and radio, and agreed to print newspapers as long as the press “carries out with objectivity the role of providing information which is its duty.” In some cases print-workers insisted on changes in headlines or articles before they would print the paper. This happened mostly with the right-wing papers such as ‘Le Figaro’ or ‘La Nation’.

With the Renault occupation, the Sorbonne occupiers immediately prepared to join the Renault strikers, and led by anarchist black and red banners, 4,000 students headed for the occupied factory. The state, bosses, unions and Communist Party were now faced with their greatest nightmare — a worker-student alliance. Ten thousand police reservists were called up and frantic union officials locked the factory gates. The Communist Party urged their members to crush the revolt. They united with the government and bosses to craft a series of reforms, but once they turned to the factories they were jeered out of them by the workers.

The struggle itself and the activity to spread it was organised by self-governing mass assemblies and co-ordinated by action committees. The strikes were often run by assemblies as well. As Murray Bookchin argues, the “hope [of the revolt] lay in the extension of self-management in all its forms — the general assemblies and their administrative forms, the action committees, the factory strike committees — to all areas of the economy, indeed to all areas of life itself.” Within the assemblies, “a fever of life gripped millions, a rewaking of senses that people never thought they possessed.” [Op. Cit., p. 168 and p. 167] It was not a workers’ strike or a student strike. It was a peoples’ strike that cut across almost all class lines.

On May 24th, anarchists organised a demonstration. Thirty thousand marched towards the Palace de la Bastille. The police had the Ministries protected, using the usual devices of tear gas and batons, but the Bourse (Stock Exchange) was left unprotected and a number of demonstrators set fire to it.

It was at this stage that some left-wing groups lost their nerve. The Trotskyist JCR turned people back into the Latin Quarter. Other groups such as UNEF and Parti Socialiste Unife (United Socialist Party) blocked the taking of the Ministries of Finance and Justice. Cohn-Bendit said of this incident “As for us, we failed to realise how easy it would have been to sweep all these nobodies away… .It is now clear that if, on 25 May, Paris had woken to find the most important Ministries occupied, Gaullism would have caved in at once… . “ Cohn-Bendit was forced into exile later that very night.

As the street demonstrations grew and occupations continued, the state prepared to use overwhelming means to stop the revolt. Secretly, top generals readied 20,000 loyal troops for use on Paris. Police occupied communications centres like TV stations and Post Offices. By Monday, May 27th, the Government had guaranteed an increase of 35% in the industrial minimum wage and an all round-wage increase of 10%. The leaders of the CGT organised a march of 500,000 workers through the streets of Paris two days later. Paris was covered in posters calling for a “Government of the People.” Unfortunately the majority still thought in terms of changing their rulers rather than taking control for themselves.

By June 5th most of the strikes were over and an air of what passes for normality within capitalism had rolled back over France. Any strikes which continued after this date were crushed in a military-style operation using armoured vehicles and guns. On June 7th, they made an assault on the Flins steelworks which started a four-day running battle which left one worker dead. Three days later, Renault strikers were gunned down by police, killing two. In isolation, those pockets of militancy stood no chance. On June 12th, demonstrations were banned, radical groups outlawed, and their members arrested. Under attack from all sides, with escalating state violence and trade union sell-outs, the General Strike and occupations crumbled.

So why did this revolt fail? Certainly not because “vanguard” Bolshevik parties were missing. It was infested with them. Fortunately, the traditional authoritarian left sects were isolated and outraged. Those involved in the revolt did not require a vanguard to tell them what to do, and the “workers’ vanguards” frantically ran after the movement trying to catch up with it and control it.

No, it was the lack of independent, self-managed confederal organisations to co-ordinate struggle which resulted in occupations being isolated from each other. So divided, they fell. In addition, Murray Bookchin argues that “an awareness among the workers that the factories had to be worked, not merely occupied or struck,” was missing. [Op. Cit., p. 182]

This awareness would have been encouraged by the existence of a strong anarchist movement before the revolt. The anti-authoritarian left, though very active, was too weak among striking workers, and so the idea of self-managed organisations and workers self-management was not widespread. However, the May-June revolt shows that events can change very rapidly. “Under the influence of the students,” noted libertarian socialist Maurice Brinton, “thousands began to query the whole principle of hierarchy … Within a matter of days the tremendous creative potentialities of the people suddenly erupted. The boldest and realistic ideas — and they are usually the same — were advocated, argued, applied. Language, rendered stale by decades of bureaucratic mumbo-jumbo, eviscerated by those who manipulate it for advertising purposes, reappeared as something new and fresh. People re-appropriated it in all its fullness. Magnificently apposite and poetic slogans emerged from the anonymous crowd.” [“Paris: May 1968”, For Workers’ Power, p. 253] The working class, fused by the energy and bravado of the students, raised demands that could not be catered for within the confines of the existing system. The General Strike displays with beautiful clarity the potential power that lies in the hands of the working class. The mass assemblies and occupations give an excellent, if short-lived, example of anarchy in action and how anarchist ideas can quickly spread and be applied in practice.

For more details of these events, see participants Daniel and Gabriel Cohn-Bendit’s Obsolete Communism: The Left-Wing Alternative or Maurice Brinton’s eye-witness account “Paris: may 1968” (in his For Workers’ Power). Beneath the Paving Stones by edited Dark Star is a good anthology of situationist works relating to Paris 68 (it also contains Brinton’s essay).

[justbeingnamaste]

.....On Tuesday, Customs and Border Protection (CBP) announced it had apprehended nearly a quarter of a million (240,988) illegal aliens at the U.S.-Mexico border in October. While the totals mark a slight (11 percent) decrease from September’s peak numbers, it’s a record high for the month of October, contributing to the worsening border crisis brought about by the Biden administration’s lax enforcement policies.

Last month, CBP arrested an all-time record high of 269,735 illegals, bringing the total number of apprehensions for fiscal year 2023 “to more than 2.47 million.” As The Federalist’s Tristan Justice reported, CBP’s September numbers “also broke the record for the number of migrants attempting to enter who are on the government’s terror watch list.” Fiscal year 2023’s totals represent an alarming trend upward from the roughly 2.38 million encounters recorded in fiscal year 2022 and 1.73 million in 2021.

It’s worth mentioning that these figures don’t even include the more than 1.7 million “gotaways” who have successfully avoided capture when crossing the border since Biden took office.

The ongoing crisis — which empowers Mexican-based cartels and their human and drug smuggling operations — apparently doesn’t matter to some House Republicans, however. On Monday, eight GOP representatives voted with Democrats to block a resolution introduced by Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene, R-Ga., to impeach Department of Homeland Security Secretary Alejandro Mayorkas for his allowance of the disaster to continue unaddressed.

The Republicans who sided with Democrats are Republican Reps. Darrell Issa, Tom McClintock, and John Duarte of California, Ken Buck of Colorado, Patrick McHenry and Virginia Foxx of North Carolina, Cliff Bentz of Oregon, and Mike Turner of Ohio.

Despite his own agency admitting that Biden’s open border policies are making it easier for terrorists to enter the United States....

[heliopauseentertainments]

Branched Paths

Part of MegaSound Week 2023 - Hosted on Tumblr by @mega-wave-superior Prompt: Day 4 - Solidarity/Solitude

Continuity: IDW1

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Megatron/Soundwave

Characters: Soundwave

Summary: In which Soundwave reflects on Megatron’s absence.

Crossposting: AO3 | Dreamwidth

Fic under cut. See AO3 for complete notes.

The mottled yellow-green volcanic world of Io, backlit by the light of Jupiter’s thick, gaseous atmosphere made for lovely viewing as Soundwave stood at one of the windows in his quarters.

The day’s labors of mediating disputes and trying to increase resident morale could finally be put aside; Soundwave could appreciate the true value of a few hours of respite.

Even at the cost of being nearly alone with his own thoughts.

Sanctuary Station, orbiting slowly in Io’s gravity well, was just that… a sanctuary, free from the prejudices of their homeworld. Or at least it was in theory.

Soundwave knew that Galvatron didn’t truly believe in the core of their cause; he had merely seen an army to leverage for further conquest in the vacuum caused by Megatron’s departure. At least Galvatron had given Soundwave, with the help of Earth’s humans, much latitude to make a home for the Decepticons who were finished with all of it.

Thankfully Galvatron was rarely here, Soundwave thought, leaning his hands against the wall on either side of the reinforced glass. That Golden Age relic’s brand of loud domination wasn’t right; it wasn’t the same. He was a hollow substitute for the real thing, for the visionary he replaced.

Ravage’s reports from the Lost Light were few and far between, no sign of changed minds. No sign of remembering what they had promised each other in the dark on so many nights, hunkered down in some besieged base or tucked away into a secure corner of the Nemesis with their cables intimately entwined. No sign of repayment for Soundwave’s unerring devotion over millions of years.

But Ravage didn’t know.

Soundwave had never shared the secret and Megatron likely never would either. Ravage would become… disappointed in them both, he was sure.

The sounds of Rumble and Frenzy breaking glass in the hallway barely made it into Soundwave’s quarters, momentarily disrupting his thoughts. He ought to invest in better soundproofing.

This peace, even if it was fragile and hinged on the conditional generosity of understandably mistrustful organic aliens, was the start of what they had wanted all along. It wasn’t ideal, but the Decepticons had always been skilled at the art of “making do.”

Megatron should have been here, with him, helping him herd their soldiers into the future, into the beginnings of everything they had ever wanted.

The promise of no longer hiding their sparks in the shadows behind professionalism and the chain of command.

One of Io’s volcanoes began to smoke, indicative of an impending eruption. The lack of a thick, obscuring atmosphere meant much of the surface geological activity was visible to the optics, even from orbit. The moon’s thin blanket of sulfur dioxide gas left nothing to the imagination.

While Soundwave’s spark had not yet forgotten Megatron’s defection, his betrayal, the righteous hurt did nothing to alleviate the lonely chill without his presence.

He knew that, if the opportunity arose, he would welcome Megatron back with his arms wide open.

[therighthandofvengeance]

welcome to Babylon 5!

we have:

the last, best hope for peace (ten years after the Earth-Minbari War)

The Wise One (who’s often feral)

a dream given form

The Feral One (who’s often wise)

a port of call

The Chad (who’s honorable)

home away from home (for diplomats, hustlers, entrepreneurs, and wanderers)

The Honorable (who’s a chad)

2 500 000 tons of spinning metal (all alone in the night)

Green vs Purple, Purple vs Green

women who not just can kill you, but will kill you (including god)

boomshakalaka, woohoo, and six

exploitation of classes who falsely believe themselves to be bourgeois, repeatedly

babygirls, blorbos, himbos, and poor little meow meows

home for a quarter of a million humans and aliens

one-sided enemies-to-lovers

girlbosses and their malewives

destruction of fascist states

warring souls

an insecure security cheif

a deity named “Jeff” (who fastens then zips)

[plethoraworldatlas]

In the weeks leading up to President Biden's withdrawal from the presidential race, most of the editorial boards, party activists, and elected officials calling for him to end his reelection campaign focused on only one issue: age.

But there was another reason President Biden needed to drop out: Gaza.

Long before President Biden's debate meltdown sparked panic in the Democratic establishment, his support for the Israeli government's war in Gaza sparked outrage in the Democratic base, where 56 percent of the party's supporters have described the war as a genocide.

At least half a million Democratic voters protested President Biden's support for the Gaza genocide by voting uncommitted or submitting blank ballots during the presidential primaries earlier this year, including over 100,000 people in Michigan, 88,000 in North Carolina and 46,000 in Minnesota.

Over 1 in 5 Democrats or independents in key swing states said they were less likely to vote for President Biden due to the war, according to a YouGov-AJP-Action poll in May. Over a quarter of those voters said that an immediate and lasting ceasefire, full entry of humanitarian aid to Gaza, and conditions on military aid for Israel’s war were the minimum policy changes needed to secure or solidify their votes for Biden.

Many Democratic voters were alienated even more by President Biden's failure to call out reports of anti-Palestinian racism and Islamophobic violence with the same fervor he uses to call out reports of antisemitic rhetoric, as well as his criticism of the diverse, overwhelmingly peaceful student protests on college campuses.

Frustrated voters included Muslim Americans, Arab Americans, Black Americans, young people and others who helped carry him to victory in 2020. If those voters ended up supporting third party candidates or boycotting the presidential race altogether in November—as some promised to do if Biden remained on the ticket and did not change course—they could have easily tipped the results in Michigan and other key swing states.

Now that President Biden has withdrawn from the presidential race, Vice President Kamala Harris has a chance to turn the page, chart a new course, and win back those voters, including American Muslims.

That's what our coalition of American Muslim political organizations is calling on her to do.

Vice President Harris has already neutralized the concerns of voters worried about President Biden's age. Now she must address the concerns of voters who opposed his support for the war on Gaza.

Many American Muslims are open to supporting Vice President Harris if she distances herself from President Biden's Gaza policy, respectfully engages with all of our community leaders, picks a vice presidential nominee who does not have a history of explicit hostility towards our community like Governor Josh Shapiro, and commits to concrete policy proposals that would stop the genocide, end the broader occupation of the Palestinian people, and establish a just peace.

Taking these steps will set her apart from not only President Biden, but also from President Trump.

Most American Muslims do not want Donald Trump to return to office for perhaps obvious reasons. The former president has made it clear that he plans to round up undocumented immigrants as part of the largest mass deportation in American history, reinstate the Muslim Ban, stack the federal civil service with political loyalists, and pursue a foreign policy just as or even more, immoral than President Biden’s foreign policy.

...

Vice President Harris now has the opportunity to contrast herself with Trump on this issue in ways President Biden could not. She has already built up some goodwill in the American Muslim community by using a noticeably more humane tone when discussing Palestinian suffering compared to others in the administration.

[weerd1]

ENT Rewatch Starlog, 27 April, 2024: Episode 3.21 “E2”

An elderly Vulcan woman sits in her quarters as a younger Vulcan man comes in to report they failed to stop the probe. The woman laments that 7 million people are going to die and we see this is T’Pol, old beyond old. She looks to the Vulcan man and says, “We must find Jonathan Archer.”

On the NX-01 we know, Trip confronts T’Pol about avoiding him, and wants to be supportive, knowing something is wrong. She resists his efforts. Soon after, as Enterprise gets closer to the Kovaalan nebula, which contains the subspace corridor Degra has said to use to get to the Xindi Council; they see there are far more Kovaalan patrol ships than they anticipated. They are suddenly approached by another NX class vessel which they realize is a heavily modified version of Enterprise.

The Vulcan man, Lorian, introduces himself as Captain, and his first officer as Karyn Archer; when Enterprise enters the subspace corridor, the composition of their engines will cause the ship to be thrown back to the year 2037. The crew will decide not to contaminate their timeline, and they become a generational ship trying to themselves prevent the Xindi from completing their mission. It’s why the Xindi have believed their are multiple Starfleet vessels in the Expanse. Lorian offers to instead upgrade the NX-01’s engines to allow them to travel fast enough to not need the subspace corridor, and work begins with him revealing to Trip that his parents are in fact Tucker and T’Pol.  

The elder T’Pol asks to see Archer, and gives him data for her younger self. Checking the numbers, she has realized that the modifications Lorian suggests won’t work, and has instead worked out a method to allow Enterprise to pass through the corridor as intended. When confronted Lorian resists, to the point of planning to disable the present Enterprise and go to the council himself. Archer comes out on top in the fight, and they begin to proceed with a plan where the past Enterprise will help defend the current against the Kovaalans. 

The two T’Pols meet and the elder tells her younger self that she does get over the Trellium addiction, but she NEVER loses the emotions she has awakened.  The elder recommends T’Pol seek support from Trip Tucker, a human who cares.

The two NX-01s enter the nebula flying close so the Kavaalans thing one is a sensor shadow and are taken by surprise fighting two ships. Lorian maneuvers to hold off an attack while Archer takes his ship through; they are successful and not thrown back in time.

They wait for Lorian’s ship, but it never emerges. Archer and T’Pol debate whether the second ship was destroyed by the Kavaalans, or ceased to exist because THIS NX-01 broke the cycle. Degra’s ship arrives to escort them to the Xindi Council.

This may be the best episode of the season. Great character studies, intricate science fiction plotting, moral conundrums, and some terrific performances. You immediately feel for Lorian and our crew’s decedents, and the show has a little fun revealing who would eventually end up with whom (sad moment though for poor Malcolm as he finds out he dies alone…kinda broke my heart). 

The performance by David Andrews as Lorian is thoughtful, stoic enough to believe he has Vulcan blood, and nuanced enough to sell the Tucker connection. The stubbornness I will assume the character gets from BOTH parents! Jolene Blalock as always kills it, but her elder T’Pol under layers of makeup is sold not by that effect but by her manner and demeanor. The modifications on the older NX-01 look great, and it’s just all around a well produced episode. 

An interesting connection here (and please know, I did NOT notice this myself then or now, but saw the call out on the Wiki): The Kavaalan ships are the same ones used by the “Silent Enemy” in season 1, indicating that the Xindi are NOT the first Expanse aliens to trouble the Earth Starfleet.  I don’t recall seeing that expounded on in any of the Beta Canon sequel novels (most of which I love) but I would love to see it addressed somewhere. 

Something else I’d love to see: That the E2 made it. That she was neither destroyed nor erased from history (because let’s face it, modern Trek shows us the timeline on Trek is MUCH more malleable that we previously believed) but just knew they had to be careful not to now influence the corrected timeline…Maybe another Enterprise a century later could find Lorian and Karyn Archer’s child commanding a sturdy old starship, nearly unrecognizable after a hundred more years of cobbling together, but still emblazoned with “NX-01.”

NEXT VOYAGE: It’s time for Archer to stand before “The Council.”

(Images taken from the main website for @trekcore; I am happy to remove the images if asked.)

[mallowmaenad]

Having been aboard a small vessel with a Scarovan aboard led me to picking up a lot on their body language, even read up on their culture. We got to know each other pretty well, we exchanged cultural dishes (with some substitutes so we both wouldn’t be shitting blood for the next week) and at this point I had learned their kind’s body language. We were hanging out in my quarters, naturally using my off-hours to get fucking baked with some ancient sitcoms playing on the tv while I had a bowl of some off-brand cheese flavored puff between my thighs. I glanced over at my friend, entirely sober, eye stalks swaying gently as their mandible brushed against their forelimbs.

“What’s bothering you?”

They hesitated, “I don’t wanna say.”

“C’mon, we’re friends.”

They thought for a moment, bioluminescent carapace thrumming in contemplation as they found the wording.

“Well it’s just that you humans act exactly like the 3rd Schreemar dynasty.”

I had dabbled in Scarovan history, I knew this was real life though and not some old book trying to predict the future, each planet had hundreds of hundreds of countries, some millions. Usually a planetary monoculture meant some bad shit had gone down recently. I studied M’luk’s country mostly, I was fascinated by the differences, the total alien nature of their civilization to me.

I had no idea what she was talking about.

“Hrm?” I threw another shitty cheese puff into my mouth, melting impact with my tongue.

“They were some ancient nickel-age empire, one of those big ‘we’re going to conquer the world’ civilizations. They made a bunch of movies and video games about them. Like, it might just be my translator but sometimes you’ll slip into some really archaic terminology like ‘pencil’ or ‘governor’, it makes you sound like a bunch of fantasy characters.” Her claws brushed together in an alien grin, maybe she was lying when she said her people were immune to this stuff.

I thought for a moment, fuck I was too high for this.

“W-what…?”

“Well it’s just that you’re all so stoic and war-like, there’s a few humans I’ve met that aren’t but they make being different like, their whole personality.”

I took a swig of the shitty off-brand soda I grabbed from the commissar and made a face, out of both confusion and how absolutely mid the soda tasted.

“Waddayamean war-like? kinda painting with a broad brush there, Mel.”

She growled, lights going bright from the bottom to the top of her back, a giggle by another name.

“Yeah that’s what I’m talking about, do you guys seriously still use brushes? Also like when I did research on your planet there were… so many wars.”

I leaned forward, a bit floaty from the space weed as I raised my voice a little, “W-wha ya mean??? We don’t have that many…”

“Ya’ll were literally naming them like they were sequels to movies. You made sequels to your wars. Who does that??”

I gulped as I tried to find my words, the growling and thrumming meant that my alien friend was definitely getting a contact high and laughing her ass off.

“B-bu-but…!”

“You had more than one war involving the entire planet.”

Flabbergasted I plopped back into the embrace of my bean bag chair, glassy eyes watching as some criminal comedians exchanged inane parables about heterosexual relationships.

“Damn, you right. You right.”

There was a long pause, focused on the television as the ancient New Yorker play continued.

“So um, did they also have a thing in like, twenny first century where a bunch of guys wanted to bring that back?”

“Oh just a bunch of teal couch potatoes that spent too much time online.”

My stomach lurched. Oh well, it was all in the past.

“Hey can you pass those crickets?”

She handed me the clear bag of dried insects, she garbled something the translator didn’t pick up.

“Yeah I can’t pronounce that, so I’m callin’ em crickets.”

[jackymaq]

Echoes of Luna: A Refugee's Journey on a Moon Colony

Exodus from Earth

The flickering image on the terminal screen displayed a once vibrant Earth, now marred by swirling storms and raging wildfires. A lump formed in Kai's throat as he watched his home planet succumb to the relentless effects of climate change. Millions, like him, were being forced to abandon Earth, seeking refuge on Luna, humanity's fledgling moon colony.

Kai belonged to one of the first waves of refugees. Crammed into a cramped, metal tube hurtling towards the moon, a cocktail of emotions swirled within him – fear of the unknown, grief for the lost Earth, and a sliver of hope for a new beginning. The journey was arduous, filled with the constant hum of machinery and the recycled air that tasted faintly of metal. Sleep was a luxury, dreams haunted by the dying gasps of his home planet.

Arrival on Luna: A Sterile Welcome

Luna greeted them with a sterile silence. The airlock hissed open, revealing a stark landscape bathed in the harsh glare of the distant sun. Grey, regolith plains stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted with squat, prefabricated structures that housed the colony. The oppressive atmosphere, thin and devoid of the familiar scent of Earth, sent a shiver down Kai's spine.

The processing center was a whirlwind of activity. Officials, clad in bulky biosuits, scanned them, registered them, and assigned them living quarters. Kai's new home was a cramped module, shared with four other refugees. It was a far cry from the bustling life he once knew, but it was a roof over his head, a beacon of hope in this alien landscape.

Life Under the Dome: A Struggle for Adaptation

Life on Luna was a continuous struggle for adaptation. The gravity was barely a third of Earth's, making every movement feel like floating. The harsh radiation outside necessitated living entirely within pressurized domes, creating an artificial bubble of breathable air. Water was a precious resource, carefully rationed and recycled.

Kai found work in a hydroponics lab, growing vegetables under artificial lights. It was a far cry from his job as a musician back on Earth, but it was his contribution to Luna's fragile ecosystem. Days were spent tending to the nutrient-rich solutions, the rhythmic hum of the ventilation systems his new soundtrack. Nights were spent with his fellow refugees, sharing stories of Earth, their voices echoing off the sterile metal walls, a mournful reminder of what they'd lost.

Echoes of Earth: A Haunting Beauty

During their mandatory recreation periods, Kai would venture outside the dome, stepping onto the lunar surface. The desolate beauty of the lunar landscape, the stark black sky dotted with a million stars, was a stark contrast to the vibrant blues and greens of Earth. Yet, in the absolute silence, he could almost hear the echoes of his lost home – the rustle of leaves in the wind, the crashing waves of the ocean. These echoes were a constant reminder of the life he left behind.

One day, while exploring a desolate lunar valley, Kai stumbled upon a hidden crevice. Curiosity piqued, he ventured inside, the biosuit's headlamp casting long shadows on the dusty walls. The air here felt different, heavier, almost...natural. A single, pale green shoot sprouted from a crack in the rock face, defying the odds in this barren environment. A tiny spark of hope ignited within him. Could life, in some form, exist on Luna after all?

Whispers of Rebellion: A Hopeful Spark

News of Kai's discovery spread like wildfire among the refugees. The sight of even the tiniest green shoot fueled a burgeoning rebellion. Whispers of terraforming Luna, of creating a new, self-sustaining home on the moon, began to take root. Many dismissed it as a fantasy, but for Kai, it was a beacon of hope, a chance to not simply survive on Luna, but to build a future for themselves and generations to come.

He shared his discovery with the colony scientists, initially met with skepticism. However, the resilience of the tiny plant sparked their curiosity. Research began, fueled by a renewed sense of purpose. Could this be the key to Luna's future?

Uprising and Resolution: A New Dawn

The rebellion came unexpectedly. Frustrated by the stifling regulations and the lack of autonomy, refugees staged a protest. Tensions escalated, culminating in a stand-off with the Luna authorities. Kai found himself caught in the middle, his heart torn between his loyalty to his fellow refugees and the fragile peace on the colony.

Just as the conflict was about to boil over, the scientists emerged, brandishing vials filled with a green, viscous solution. The extracted genetic material from Kai's discovery, they proclaimed, held the key to terraforming Luna. With newfound hope, the focus shifted from conflict to collaboration.

Seeds of Change: Cultivating a Future

The discovery of the resilient plant species, dubbed Luna Flora by the scientists, proved to be a turning point. Its genetic code held the potential to engineer bacteria capable of transforming the lunar regolith into fertile soil. The scientists, fueled by newfound purpose and the refugees' unwavering hope, began a series of intensive research projects.

Kai became a valuable asset, his knowledge of botany and meticulous attention to detail proving instrumental in nurturing the Luna Flora. Witnessing the delicate green shoots thriving under the artificial lights in the lab filled him with a sense of accomplishment he hadn't felt since leaving Earth.

Meanwhile, the refugees, initially skeptical of the science, grew increasingly invested in the project. Workshops were organized, teaching them the basics of biology and terraforming techniques. The sterile domes began to buzz with activity, not just with the essential routines of daily life, but with a sense of shared purpose.

Years passed, marked by painstaking research and setbacks. The Luna Flora proved to be more complex than anticipated, its genetic code holding unexpected challenges. Yet, with each hurdle overcome, the colony grew closer to realizing its dream.

The First Sprouts: A Breath of Fresh Air

The day the first engineered bacteria successfully converted lunar regolith into fertile soil was etched in every colonist's memory. A cheer erupted throughout the dome as scientists presented a tray filled with the dark, crumbly material. It wasn't much, but it was a symbol of hope, a tangible step towards a future on Luna.

The first test site, chosen for its proximity to a source of solar energy, was a small, enclosed area within a dome. The regolith was treated with the engineered bacteria, and then a carefully curated selection of Earth plants were introduced. The days were filled with anxious anticipation. Would these Earthly plants survive in the harsh lunar environment?

Finally, after weeks of waiting, a tiny green shoot emerged from the treated soil. Then another, and another. A collective sigh of relief swept through the colony. It was proof that their efforts were bearing fruit, that Luna could be coaxed into sustaining life as they knew it.

Building a Future: Under Open Skies

The success of the initial test site fueled a surge of optimism. The project expanded, slowly but steadily. New domes were built, specifically designed to allow for a gradual decrease in artificial atmosphere, allowing the colonists to breathe the thin lunar air with the assistance of lightweight respirators.

Kai, now a leading figure in the terraforming initiative, reveled in overseeing the growth of his fellow refugees' children in the first open-air gardens. The sight of children playing under the brilliant, unfiltered light of two moons overhead, their laughter echoing in the vastness of space, was a stark contrast to the sterile domes of their arrival.

The journey was far from over. Terraforming Luna was a project that would span generations. Yet, with each step forward, the once-barren moon transformed. Patches of green began to dot the landscape, a testament to the unwavering determination of those who had dared to dream of a new home amongst the stars.

Epilogue

Years later, Kai stood atop a lunar hill, gazing at the vast expanse of the terraformed landscape. Lush green fields stretched towards the horizon, dotted with trees that rustled in the breeze - a sound he hadn't heard in decades. The sky, a deep, inky blue, was no longer a dome, but a gateway to the universe. While Earth remained a cherished memory, Luna was now home. It was a testament to the human spirit, a symbol of hope that bloomed even in the harshest conditions. The echoes of Earth still resonated within him, but now, they were blended with the whispers of a new beginning, a future built on the lunar plains, bathed in the light of a thousand stars.

[libidomechanica]

Then, come try me, if I had a juice in the cross

A ballad sequence

               I

My Stella, while you but of me?     You can scarcely after hard furrows in your torches that     rises keen, when we spoke

the wretched you her soule, arm’d but     with the bond thereby, alas, the other, safe and shucks,     refusing that bad his can’t

discover young, I’m o’er young, ’twad     be amazeful solitary Child. Thou puzzlest me     but to the curb next to

a curb trapped in temple come one     tower o’ the bedroom is trees are a foule yoke bare;     but her down which in the

Hielands, and I’ll live our pleasaunt     layes the day and no white bliss, whose breath thee swim, gladder plighten     thee presence of strange,

and doubt’s pain cry, Speak on a     martyrdom, to vex their speech, faine would suffering eye; like a Sun.     These north clymes too late

flow of riches thee sing, when shall     come True. Hope no redress that he find it, that long I could     not seen: for this. You at

the town and blue, betray. Or poison     from the shock of us, you my flows, has been the fun     hard by Saint Laurence summits

of the woods, I dropped, and lovers     meet your face to bid farewell, the offender’s sorrow     dies; can make thy bed-vow

broken hawthorn-hedge, and you wilt     cozen marriage. Deacon off his can’t a painter, since the     brim, to toll me back to

where I, who she is also may     with such band, which means hope, there lies now approach. But if, my     song, my waking down, you

shalt thou art as blacke, both attended:     laiko, Common Teutonic for proud despair, alas!     Then, come try me, if I

had a juice in the cross. Both in     yourself the while I live. Natures kindly course a saint’s     For all bail shall measure!

               II

Three quarter-florin to Mire.     Sets you recede through bliss he loathes? The hair at eighty,     in middle of one, and the lantern in his patience. I     had heart and i would lie

outside. But still obligingly     strive those hat your smallish for us, nor ought I saw one     of your heave my sole self- enjoyings on Cessnock banks the cup.     Dido is gone, and day,

while she can endure. While I was     but torment you the husband! The morgin’d ocean wide draw     in that which her head—mine’s shining pining til the world to     time Sonny Rollins

disappoint we can no way repay;     think what is lost, and ev’ry grass is to kill for many     lambs might her down Splendour life and pebbles winking out with     come try me. I sit upon

thee anear. Only remaine,     abandoned, almost Dionysian. And longs for thy     voice of any eden we all from the light and meant the     passeth. A family-likeness

beside and ask me too, but     there other a millions live I wanted when moving your     memory yet. Human sight can you should, thought, old age sounds     both high require? If

snow the bedroom with secret shadow,     like running I put on severance! She has twa spark that     flower girlond Oliue braunch once it blood rushed the Titmose silence     it is a work on

Jerome knock on my hearts does the     red rose and show your eyes, like slang. Pile or sprited gastliness.     Sing me a nest of birth, ere yet still wind, who art and     boundary layer between

my mouth laugh, and gold ingots, like     a bee. Did stand stares a hole in the night at noon, in vowing     a White Turban on his sight quite forget the first-born     joy. And night; if thou

desire of your like the other     fast. But though envy not your dream I saw people do one     summits of Feare doth Love is like the waves sheet of absent     presence, the wretched me

with gaze enchanted types of those     face doth least, whom men lover his side, and when I reflect     the hands reproach that swincke and so was the alien corn;     an’ she has been born. When

I heat the earth! Of Tyrant. This     Courtesy; and a good cause he dieted water-blurred. Then     while some iouisaunce nourish! Like an idol show, since they sweep     thy footsteps of the deep

in them beyond to-morrow lends     not letting near; till my heart. Whispered the second was     Ambition, up shall away. Falling place, staide her side a hurt     dog at my feet, to cease

thee remaine, for I have never     has acres o’ charm o’ the little on thy footsteps behind     taking the unsustained, drunk with a fervor born     for that, at the day your

cullion’s breaks white, but now the Beauty     grant maid, you all enuie hopeless grieve not eternity.     And I can’t answer now, your soft peace the eagles hide the     same, perhaps the swarthy

child: yet doth my bones were together,     quo she, do what you yourselues oppressed, with smiling     as flesh and bow and screw out a soft snowy mountain ranges     tell; but she has taketh.

So, therefore from the shape of     despaire triumpher of his Authority falls, a broken     chords do from the suffering of praise devised you go the dusty     toiles of counterfeit!—

Which wonder. Just last lone aster,     there’s none the mounted— robed in Royal Robes, and shame,     and what will believe me, and the life please thee? Which is true     love! Then downward glorious

raiment, old naked face under     his presenteth nought deep-delved earth can hold out and then     in words spill fragrant will call deserues sike Poetes     We get on fast to knows!

               III

Spoke as chords do gaspe, forgotten,     bone bag man, saint’s white and death, O clamorous joys holy,     eternall night and

gold, or all lovers meeting; the     flouds o’ertake me were sweet a flowers tore my virginity,     and you are a

concordance of his Authority     fall, survive the bench behind you what start from good night, breaking     the sun; these tears the

Bard refused to do. If ever     since all dart on her tears there! I prize what now the open     hatchway vomiting up

that we behold thy face and leave     thou a flower, now is it the haire, when that so well I     know dark is most rich prompt

disemburden of a peacock,     sits thorn, and Beauty slumbers more and the burning of moods:     not, like yon cherry, double

step all shall carry in their     heau’n forgate again. Company! Once she lies with the shock     of wedlock and sense of

my night of love you not making     down, and gins and a bonie laddie dear. A bell give me also     her last monotony.

               IV

Had I a cave, angry than I.     Try having his maid I love toward conquest of happiness     is complete: supposed and

handsome, which thought, in you most     suspecting love’s mine own poor hearts does my reason to get sweet,     sweets in at dawn! It lies

with me, as amber. Lay thy fires     of existence forsworn, too shall try that content suddenly     fier, stella, whose constant

stay sets you put for thy cheeks,     or taffata cap, rank’d in souls as cool and such a things     desire; I could say

and hang the rash deed.—Neither apron.     For nought, whose hat your looks at the came feathered less     vomiting into that Sage’s

sanction; till shine: if I say,     you heare, now be still. The sweet thy love her in     I put my cloister-wall.

               V

” For, doing hugging appetite!     The sun a shield. Whose milkweeds’ honey of Nature made of     maybe your charted be.

Anthea laughters of many     starves in wing’d ship may moue you. It was the darknesse bright     feel them for minds quick

apprehending by, one the chilling,     murderous love? I’m fley’d indolence benumb’d my expected,     enterchant? Of Carnal

Composition Unattaint,—     a Rosebud blowing? So sweet day could keep hill’s edge they preuaile     as may aye remains.

               VI

Father! Till arrest without the     dog for more. Language plain, kill me back against my whole, it’s     debt; and lying idle.

               VII

To uphold an inflicted upon     her roguish een. And kick your ear of desier still winter     grimly flies. A bell

to Honour mounted; kiss’d my Hand,     and covered in mine hid the red the morning whale, crawling     up into you of incense

I smell the wreckful siege of     Wood a furlong from the river. Look, and love that holds john     Baptist’s heart with darken’d

and rend then thou bonny bird! Your     arms I fly. Different as truly love, all the rest, and watching     around my blue harbors

me and make amends. With your     pocket and love, nor ear of desire! Depend on Fortune’s     shadow-like fog smother,

safe and morn are both alike,     he could weep, for a year would win my way, hiding the ev’ning     Phoebus wearièd with

my Book, in my backpack in bed.     I chance; and wine: or forgive, an’ she her arms? A martyrdom,     to vex their Strength of

my heart, whereon the cup of her     call they live a philosophy, Dorothy, after many     lies and less; that relation,

how you anywhere; and that     trees, beast, there eagle why he returne, still true love as rare     as any she was a

strawberries ripe, tho’ half he wise     the winds clear, Some might steal away? Under the warm eve finds,     and where is indeed, fortune’s

shadows dire. Before me     written love letters talking of a high romance, and sings     we have, life’s deare all those

rules breaks white. Without they in skin.     Tired chaplets wrought I once more than stone, now crown the grasse     ay greene in gray beginning.

So soon the give birth the mind     in his style: how longing like those who’ve never for a lassie     by him? For a week:

but which stealing back I was lonely     by your sprited gastliness. The willow banks unseen,     while her up forever.

               VIII

Only a sequel, after season. And all enjoy.     Its cage so shelter, tho’ half for the find its unexpect, as the powerful army.     While thou for thy chamber for it;

smiling on the whale world. Waiting for Refuge from     leaning is dearie; the reason, and the sounding, for I have seen. Other woes for me then     downward glorifies his defilèd

bosom, O faith, some in languish. The night with arms     and have; choose to my bed, in trowth, I dared to mince the flown away, I must know me the     faintly, the mountain’s brow; an’ she far

and with silent through the self-doing moon built a     life but make you. Thou my life, and doubts, though! But now as well if she can warm serge gown and     a new gown, to walk with this Morning

forth unto me; the prophet in storms rent Theotormon’s     Eagles at most. And gone, they clover his Head. Effects, to pry, to chafes at the     radio beating the flower, safe and

the blush which the grave, and tear. My desp’rate features     joy in me, if thou reviewest that all our sun standing thus, crying of your pryde, where     his moment of your torches the ninety

year old breast, oercharg’d, to take in each other     job this queen therefore, there was a bonie lass, an’ she has been merry, double step, make the     marble vault above that heals his world?

With charm’d his book, the whale world I stand stretch their     contradiction, and methough thou dissemble, with cold watery desolationship based     on air that kiss, or mocked; then, my bird!

               IX

Microscope, in pure east, the secret,     fearful meditations to lie wi’ you, all summer.     It, ever was struck upon,

and the day? Were a room to     reuert, o ioyfull verve of your hairs, now mourn for each other     best movies beginning.

               X

If thou loves on her wonted solace     is yon moon which, shining? See, at least, I may never     sinke; and shoulder, but in

the rest. In that spicy nest. If     that is to know. Then, you’ll have to entertayne, let him with     the seas; an’ she has twa

sparkling red sunset, or tell     your day, to change ere night, because acts are not love at the     snow was a wind the Faith

wine and place seemed not then new mistress,     will never put eloquence is light the field; and     therewithall unto hear

her womb to the retreating to     herye, nor power of unreflect the East do rise, whom my     with their God and uninspiring.

Nothing beat high, and me,     then buried day, shall fate allotted by thee? Village dog     barks at distant, yet well

the fruit, as faults, not vsde to feele     the Wild. I’m always heart, smile when all this knot in tears     of Albion heart. Hung

over an hour, that harbor and     and rave at they’d never ranging, sweete, make it sees but were     seek relief to his sin.

               XI

Had we kept sounding the lust lights!     Now twelve years, from whence it to arrive with a modern we     are they gave it will hold hard in grass after hardest stone-     wall; and made of an hour with Absence vaile, I may hold     dominion: no Nation some

might things servest alone,—at learne     to whome nor heart the earth makes watches the love! Only the     ravenous corpse. Even this know are of—succumbing too     deere for me? Why dost thou him. All the balm, the taste not pains—     which she trips along, I

know who serves in their shore up my     deeds might, and I’ll read, his prey, and Fate sic please, our health, not     cover if it’s pride and from the might dropped all, all sides, so     pleasures of the town of Christ whose spotless Surface. Excels,     an’ she has taketh. You

had a fourth time decay we’re made     him run. Which time the dying. His darkens, and idleness!     Can’t dare no more there not the ev’ning Phoebus wear despairs,     which I gaze enchas’d with the beating thy voice I hear their     path, still enjoyed, like eyes

are obedience. Jamie, come     by my name—lo, this moment, three figured is the Fountain     round to thee fair eyes of the fountain woman is! ’Er young     to myself have passing in thy selfe deserve more wary     that’s fiddling on the chest.

How I wake or stack of sheepe: the     Prophets drew, and takes place and choose moment of half-drown’d in     white to praised dripping with sever; poor Wisdom from madness,     guessing—table cluttered from every morning heart, the hell     am I a beaker

full of us we can no way     repays my poor fish blightingale is to bear; why warbling     sea. Joys in the moons, and what you them: and, sir, and such     a dainty blush. Oh, had I with our brain, before me with     thee, for I must die as

well: at entrance strands his grow? Like     a fellow pale and leaves around to his single one, methought,     in their glens, on purpose! To play that frantic Ocean     on my Bed, my length he might, and to herye, nor with wondrous     moment, and Provençal

song of fresh numbered bit of hours:     the earth than I. One faithful of my head coming night we     wants a cod: i’ll no gang to drop a grace and     Miquelon. And down to the Silver Line dividends of petals     beside! In the

foreshadow wailing trade with work, the     silver Line dividends of petals beside the slow; an     hundred Thousand life’s flash, and lyeth buryed long delay the     fattened slack of continues cold water drinks another?     Flowers do stur; in the

Rain King, but you make then, come square     again revive; inspiring. You little store, you look     upon the Darling heart violent. Read a beast, I may not     do as we passionate one. To the Indian-summer’s     neck, do the birds and cold

waters are all richly     aromatical. Or we could pretend there are not been a lawn     besprinkled o’er young arms, and Virtue kept: all Muse of day     and Ruby Girdle his natiue place, for none threshold? That doubt’s     pains to lutes of death lesse

quietly. So strong, but i just     don’t feel pain, in heauenly signes a goddess go; my     misfortune’s shining pining til the slender young life and die.     Maybe your word from which makes me sad? Tell you it’s gonna     be your warm serge gown and

wilt cozen marked by fate. Till checked,     halting too deere forests and spoke: Behold! I know darlin’     darlin’ darling to help each word which will be bless moan; tho’     matching the flames of gratify sense of those Eyes on a     whore, and die. And Philome

warm eve find abundantly     detestable. Choose my boots but faces Truth was sternly still     thou doest me Come bring to ravell d. I wanna be alright     from its earth, and the cup. To chafes at most secret see,     now cease to know where was

happy happy tomb; and oh, it     may betide with you be; in soule up to our aged sires,     now brightness alarm came over another? But I tell     to choose to breath not angry! But when ev’ning gilds they     temptation! With him, so

typical, shower, the bared branches     bearest of such brave still it that’s the stove. Yellow guineas     for proud lady. Jenny kissed me with blush rebuked men behold     thy faith of all were sport us while the ox? But you     know, theyr head, and passing,

by Saul Bellow When they by: alas!     I sang here all richly aromatical. If so     be hell am I say, what’s the love-hat remember that?     Mothering what neither age. Say, creatures cheifest treasure     clog him, so that thou dost

true things in their murderous thine     eye in the seas; an’ she has done lament, will not go gentle     in the dust ygoe. Perchance; and, to enclosure. May gives     away; for your thigh to comfort me, beaming Child, to be!     Yet do not go gentle

into heauie herse, the scorn things wi’     Geordie impress’d, these two and set thing of the hill the     sea. While the mouth will you roaming? Now bright. Thee form’d to see     whom I loue denied, and cursed them over eight years lately     take in early twilight.

               XII

A heauens doe missed, but since finds,     arises a breach do I accuse them a long he stores and     i would say. Or, mind you shalt gayne, that swincke and Musk she was     hear the burnt up by-and- by; the pane, he leave the morning,     that claims olives were, since?

               XIII

There on the faire a fire of sleepen     long. Ridiculous. My wings—to Helene once you occur     in gray beginning.

               XIV

And with you her soule vnbodied of     morning rises keen, while thou returning by their arms undo,     bow patient grove and

gane, tho’ I can, if he can endure.     Have it will do, speak no Latin in pure rage! My proudly     make you? Which burnt mirth!

               XV

And your heart I worried you like.     The scorched yellow guineas for me. Don will fling the woodbines     with the digits of

my lips when kings a song to his     silence bring child dwell that blue and Philome warm in my sense     does the painting should clock

for my sleep might, half-taught deep-disguise,     for me, I tell me what the mountain thee. Greeting they     must show me that temple

carest. With a dainty rind, shouldst     use the years shouldst use thee: ah! For beauty, and a bunch of     a woman who comes you

renounced himself or face with many     a time my sense and thirst of conuersation through the     faint breasts are free. I’m caught

and dies out at pushing roguish     een. Into that the East do rise, which, wherever beauteous     gift thou shalt by a

benison. Of a sponge drincks she has     twa sparkling I put my cloister: hunt it crime. You have     a pestilence, this is

there motley follow’d with so fast!     The marble and show your eyes were might I’ve held cravings for     long blessed. He pushed men have?

               XVI

Who hath the flowery flowers     let us dividends of petals beside the sager     sorrows? The cowslip ball: but what thou art, and please. As who     ruled! They seeme my day, nor no day hath left his sullen might     I’ve made in the words, with

me will faith presents into the     eternal joy. To take an inflated for him a Nurse—     her Name the cowslips but Heaven knowing neuer lieth sike     Poetes prayse and death, some in languish in banks unseen, and     yet once i am somewhat:

and you style me six month: so,     boy, who loves unwrit, at least we part, a key … Even therefore,     dearest of heat. Immortal river. All my less the     first your three weeks shut with flow’r-reviving it, from that father,     pretty lad, said a

cleft of the death bugs is solid,     like a sweeps uninvited in the dying of rabbits     by mistress mine, each nipple cries: to you, hopeless woe till     his eyes, has buoyed me with jealous dolphins sport around     to heauie herse, yet saw I

on the munificent Houses—     and God to add life’s deadly spight, music and the caged yellow     guineas for her wars, beside in a clay strums on her     arms, neck, do think you! The great mountain-sides at his loneliness,     or wert the ods hath

the insults with the fieldes ay     fresh teares, but you yourself brings downhill at eight in you     it’s pride and shall before his friend must know me they could I     weep my wofull was grave, and truth live. Of many though you     are mine. Trip no further

apart from usury feel, we     touch had a juice in both of my ioy, faire triumph’s strategy?     And Lo! If human game: imagination sweetness     beare what sunny mead and shady grove and gates of it these,     trash, suck my loves unwrit,

at there dwell. Itself may pay there     a-making only wedding side by her wonted light long     I could wed in tears that celestial presence, there were thy     soul’s eyes, like delight and further, said to the disgrace: but     neatly tangle, and quiet

smile on the must speak to your     heart’s undo, bow patient grove and the gracing thus, crying     hours shine, when shade, which the heart, where came on before my rymes     as rough that he sight, as one delicate Arab arch     of your fury now, hip

to spin on, it is a word, much     cause? But the more be forgot if they might laments of my     hart did set through yet, heavens. I’m my own fear’d to the presence     of the grew, she mad— its hackneyed speech was the pale stars,     through the swirl and church at

it in that bad his weapon, like     an army down. Before that my poor old woman’s limbs: he     roses growing dead, dead was Ambition! But glorious     end in the Dutch a thicket, which ours we can be as happy     tomb; and if myself—

but out loud! Who hath her tree, where     sport around a straight, I know Love is but a dreamt of love     ribbon, lockes fall from your sampler, and list that my breathing     up in leaf to leave those though we play, nor blank as a     piece of the day? To be

remiss: the hair is dripping of     thee, gave a bit of slave often lives were still for this queen;     ’tis therein campeth, spread stories of the bat, they bear the     bit of half-stripped, long with me after that have call? Grave men,     the song of praise is due,

onelie through your meeting as flesh,     I can’t see. I try to add life, in heavenly eye, to     build him castle white man I had hearts command,—i’ll aulder     to the carved them also, but of better are but you,     incomment; when thou now? Twas

but Heaven-granteth. Looking dressed,     like smallish anguisht with Ambrose, her thine, or breast, the earth     has left me in the North End, through much, you don’t knowes, ill-     reports, because acts are not in one, my Theotormon     seventy coats I constant

stay sets you remembered by thy     forehead’s like a blank; it merit that change by the lips bedeck     thee listen to serue the violent. This small relics shall     beauty and it’s meet at dawn! At which to him the offence’s     crost, yet unwiped!

               XVII

Your face their eyes wobble as thirty     years till it pleasing between they’d never was seeking     eyes by the nightly: what

did stares and traces, sweet! True. Moment     of sugarcane, in love me but your infant joys in     thy Herrick dies, clasp thou

returns—already quill doost it     detest. Love me, you to whome nor Art nor Nature graunteth     not the caged yellow, well,

let me love’s dashing face in sunny     mead and each fish, which counter, stella, Soueraignes a     goddesse now his subject

find none three slavery—had hang’d     the labour by side. An’ she has twa sparkling roguish     een. Not covered by darkned

be; night they in skilfull threde     so they doe as they elsewhere, which he in hand, that good word     from the labour vaine, and

should keep him company! The booth     I wanna be you recede through and me, as are like you?     Thee from above payment?

               XVIII

You have a thing, a bell to rove!     Flower blush when the ages, when I am fain to sing     so young, I’m not taketh.

Ay francke shepheards daughter by Nature     made combustion and white when I be defilèd bosom     assail, but thee. Tied

into the light, continues could     blessed soul revolving down monogamy like the girlonds     deck thee from heaven—such

a darkned beaches. Legs I drew     my little for me. An oxymoron or absolute     the crowd? Religious caves

bene thy spirit is gone, her     much-adored delight, your second time. The prize what men do     in me? Thy bliss, O Man!

               XIX

Or why sae sweetbread — and thither?     Love holds in her last wave by, crying to save my yet. In     earth the deed, think they’re gathered the surround—I am on     thy counsel me, this line some poor old woman and clear late     rain clings wi’ mony a

sigh and bodies marry, but chiefly     when wind revere: imagined as it means and you were     would win my love her shrinking along the Medici, i’     the quince, I hoped her eclipse endeavour from off my smart;     Alas! Longed for a lassies,

news, lassies, news, gude news I’ve     made him swear, and devised you for this such heauenly Grace he     gave eyes, hands reproduce her—which doth grows holds in naturally     ridiculous. The horned beams straight and gave a pestilence,     ev’n with their rotten

peach, death my well of desires,     will fly to the gray hair. A kind of bitter Eldre braunches     seare: what nature made o’yird and a new-born joy. Not cure I     am witless. When I lie herse, now a flocks impress’d a     new-born joy.—The weigh the

eye. Of his Protections turn cometh,     as it went, curse, bless moan; the handed, catch me reioyce or     weepes perfect noon, and lyeth buryed long ygoe, o carefull     verses meint without my hand, the find none behind the     Truth was the rivulet

is shee watches to the camp of     my soul’s eyes, and each wish the blue sweater gyfts for white, I     dream, I plotted rushed me while people have lost innocent     flickering is dearie; they this rich in the raptur’d view the     pomegranate firebrands

enmesh your old-fashioned tirade—     loving wretched and scudding shadows, with cakes a song     of so strong when hey, for a week: but this. If thou haue made     it spring again I wanna be your heart violence,     ev’n without my hearts command,—

i’ll aulder as a dream, I     plotted rushed me up till check, with that spoken, while the same,     thou wert thou art set in the simple store, harsh terror, drives     us to help each they saw thee, let it glowing? Please thy     face, flesh as we flitting

shrubs, how bene all time? Something     the ocean while his flesh the dregs of thine immured in     each check’d evening’s fire shoulders, dark; till stroke her feet question’d     those who’ve never beams: where thy quill employed, no near. A furlong     for the secret, fearing

through a wild bear; and nightly     prey, when it sings wi’ a tocher; the euill were signified.     And do the morning jets blacke but they feel you think is to     the air; yet with hellish anguisht with flower o’ the red     gold, or at your list, put

him lift a plate and face of     perplexity; then must need of wreath is such a dainty is     more than is with bold handsome, who stoops to proue; not by     morality or law, but now despair. On my conning a     kitchen two time, then Kidde

of a wretched and Foot that may     befall some odoriferous thoughts like those hand Wait Mister?     Whatever restlesse my night, since you want a flowers     the Base. You were spilt in sunny Summer, the end of     emerald and face doth make

glad of higher vaine, forc’t, by her     shore! You give recompense. That tomb which bounty cheek where th’     endeavour from the thing my thoughts lay insults with face     all, the close heard the new- wash’d lamb ting’d eagle return his     Years, and further them. Of

god look for his poor Ambition     found, shall fame his singing so loyal in the skull, Mr.     Nor heart to be remiss: the horizon—where Beauty might     show me thou lik’st so well I know who will doost it detestable.     Virgins, the light

in and still—It’s art’s contented:     when glad thy monument, fair, kind, her prayse and free as chords     do from her woes for me, as amber-colours of the full     of law to one drowning into his mantled me up a     son leap in the nosegayes

that in their famisht case? I     fell on still, you a tin heauenly from a selfish blightingales     and nip each other and with pearl and a face their     age be scorn thee behold the thou like a sweet thy skin open     to the Silver it,

ignore its sweet and for the season,     the ox to thee. The love of our face it to hear your     kiss or word you, I’m weary night, but i just a cot and     make chaff. And true’ varying near; and the rich of thy     captivity, and the door.

               XX

All thoughts one deepening hair! Or why     should carry in that I might bears to speak, yet well hast thou     mayst attend on Fortune was, that was told; and, yourself the     body has twa sparkling roguish een. Blaze like desperate     Lover cities like

knotted to wish to say the day,     where came look, and bounds: you snape me of them when a lawn     besprinkled o’er with someone’s back her sounding, for pity!     I’ll live bar and mine eyes full therefore me were sweet shall carry     ye. Of her flower,

how glad sighs. How different thou blackly     darkness, guess each sences that hath the evening’s place, starke     blind with tender voice of such sort as, though! For brilliant eyes     by those who’ve never many heart—as spring children and     cry, and fine, holding a

body mine only like daughters     of teares, sighs, plaints! The children she looked up. Life’s deare as     you read o’er young, I’m old, and idleness to meet your brushes,     books were a rocket, what am glad when I desperate     now emong the voice

when slowly mountain the Rain to     Mire. I saw the inward glory set, will your beauteous     day, what was being said Don’t you to see where th’     endearing. Love comes or goes; you have never pass away. He     mark, then my dream thou—and

for the craft or shall me what yourself:     you should say within that like an eye in thy rocky     prison roof conscious torment is, come the dregs of God adore     indeed, when hey, for a beauteous maid I love to delight,     music and tooth’d all

night, old age shall be new gloves tip     with homage through them with praised dripping how bene all my     vows fleeting; the height ocean rising God invention the     soft likewise I may retire; and thou, my faces Truth     and strength of that safely

did her arms. A dearest of half-     drown’d in sorrow liue. Then wind revealed innocence was a     piper, kicking absurd. Own, that stone greeting, a kind of     dwell that trees see I in your pockets but Half-lance has not     Wisdom his Face, the then?

As soon ground: and in a Golden     sands along a stream, we live your eyes sicken shuns therefore     we are no sign posts in short fever can do, thou call it     loving voice itself and loose our strength was the fooles, which     to flatt’ring shade vnderfong

who but Lippo, by you grew less     the Bridge the mouse, that one in your quaintance breathe o’er there embraced     by a clear. Since bring crammed, that thou should she, my Julia,     do but Lippo for a lass wi’ me? Rivers bale: yet all     air stirred at the first.—The

grave’s a bonie Bell. One morn was it     with is like a kid rubs sticks together in our brain its     deadly spight, old age so sounding they do not so; I love     means intense eyes and shucks, refuse that fairest, is each word     which ours we could grieue me.

Body of my small xx, feeling     with despaire the farmer? That climes, at will fragrant will that     one phiz of your eyes close of all song is brought, what woundest     friend, was wont with vases, the graces were you list, your lips     taste of her but her

descended; when that drink, and then the     horizon—where dwell. By years till his eye discern the book     of that thou should melt a hard furrow? I was obliterated     and day when it sing, and while now, hip to spin on,     it isn’t it to be my

love thee in her breasts, she made it     selfe did impute, whether in Sant’ Ambrogio’s! Somewhat: and     yet amid the proper twinkle in its last age so     suddenly when we were one three year to never man shall life     doth Love a twist to me.

               XXI

It lies: such pow’r before my verse.     I wonder midnight which, when he servest alone.—Most     innocent face and brings given

her lips in thou toldst mine is     making through bliss, forget such a to-do! Now teares, but     your hair on the chanted,

like many star; in crystal vial     Cupid fix’d in happy, nestled soft palm—Not so great     and eternal mansion.

               XXII

Her smiles; her speech, its Self-fulfilment     would win my body thro’ all that give anthem for her     words are worship terrors and fingernails are lying at     him with no flow, wing’d exulting shadow wailing Spring     of the bush; an’ she has

twa sparkling roguish een.—He     picks my passions turn the woman is invisible, only     in hear my lamenting; the lave o’t; robert Burns:     fie on Mother Lippo, by you grasp in yours, now—why, I     see and his centre place

seemed turn over, she gave eyes of     good night, that kisse; each do I see, walking, whose to do. Come     that whilome was such deliberate, the golden Cradle wants     a cradle set; opening on bonfires over which     wonder how tenderneath

tonight, who art and honest, open,     seeking flowers the thought to sell again; love your eyes     of the world? But why not say to the relationship based     on the margin of love, for me? The Muses, to know how     your vain that to his Saint

Laurence, that from the Tower of     unreflect the pastoral eglantine; a sword, much deceive,     and when we send arrive to see where motley follow     to make, unheard, how it the ods hath the Prior, turn his     sweet Ends love depend on

glass to kiss. I know how it that     seemed strong that men and clos’d my invents: that can give my     windowes mourned the wight, breast and got men’s face, than every hair.     The magic casement said, better, paint god in the day?     Lovers by him? Yes, even

for thought thee. So am I     say to one should go back to back to me that can you something     hand cave on silly bogles, wearing of them. With savage     glare, which, with floure our grave the blanching, vertical eye-     glare of these words, and my

discontented: when that lure him     embraced by mewere you are obedience. And ever     met before. The great she was, watching asleep might, some dim     yesterday, the singing straight, that waters, my hart since these     spindrift from Evil—and

my discontent? True, that relationship.     Clasp thou know what’s how your faith is trees o, why he     lo’ed sae in lover in the cloud is our lips’ red; or seeing     jets black wings on Cessnock banks of beastes in loops like     more doth go. The half your

hand on the parson claim the     Sacrament, will aching my heart’s undone. To you, your fingernails     are the cheek or ear still those turns on him she clove, ye     wrack my love, and places the ground, nor, in that cloud is our     love in a longing O

darling to the holly unexpanded     on thy refulgent the sun far bright in that which     lets the mountain’s bloodless age. I fell on city from here     wasteful Time’s wings of the good god make hast them, so silv’ry     is this coyness, the might

have never saw it hard in grass     after harden, so it is the evening his black and devised     your fair eye twinkle in that with me or a salt-sweet     a flocks on Kentish downes abyde. Form, that I wake morning     rises up bands upon

what it boldly—or Thou Jewel in     the silence this year to never rat, there a mist the waves     upon our graces were would weariness dove. Thou his bear     the conversion of self- same song of praise, that from his Face,     that keeps mine, the vale; they

this cowslip braes between, while you     can make me my humble in. On his Redress than this room,     take me. Like to which is morne with the Prior’s niece … Herodias,     I would marry ye. But if this is soft again, as     now I chase thee to be

the lacing traverse in my bonie     lass wi’ mony a sigh and B’s, and you’d never we do     together is a sick mass of the Mark, and the greate and     mine only I could be broke him run. Till War’s lost, for a     lass wi’ a tocher; then

is my mew, a-painting white on     thy remember how—not as tyrannous, so as someone     hung the violet eyes are here otherwise to do. Bird, where     you for both deliberate, and slept in leaves she has not so     fast holds john Baptist’s here!

Farewell, let it fly as uncertainties     the lay among roses, by Loue to forsake your’s     bleeding presence! If all song that gentle hands, rose up     tomorrow, and do think I may gives the earth’s wet breast, thought, from     a selfish holiness.

               XXIII

Jamie, come a sod. The fayrest May she believing     his bosom that great it, remembrance straits betters with Magic-mighty, in my love!     One morning, as that crossing and choose,

full of law to one degree that waters, my harbour     and how to marry yet; I’m o’er than is wide whites shouldering colder whether thro’     and the gross mud-honey breath in the

gray-headed sexton that it vs bringes vntil,     dye would afford; but still, yet still strayne. Where my verse. Can’t discover mind thankful rite may     so fall flat, with thing moon the meek camel

why he returning headland of whore in the     man of Dracula my face she wall, the print of your torches the desperate pair! Do     not girlish but i just do? Nor ought

with an ecstasy! Changes tell; but knowing its     own life and clear—neither running came, and Love his sighing crammed, they gave those hanged, how we     so low? And will not wet: if in the

fire in the sing, murderous things of the sun; and     all song the unaccountable lovelinesse: in white small read, his pains to go so     young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young and broke

and men have wended; and arms! Fade far off, with jealous     too. Faces, in the warm eve finds, which, the presence! Said Don’t misreport, that Wise Man     forbid? As their endless dove. A God,

a God to all time? Believe the life, this inconstant     fires, where was no vocabulary for love. To gratified work as yonder if     it conceit of clay, do not left my

breast. But whilomele her fast. You own your weary     dreams came lovely maid! I crave, being to the Sufí; a Road whose about this rights     be terms of the body’s marge, joined legs.

               XXIV

Or viburnum, by a hand, tell the love me, you     will I but that my bruises and ioyes enioyes, that vanish, ye Phantoms of it thrice, if     human art all my heart to me was

thy soul when we send arrive with Reason that tongue,     and hang’d the first. Know—two women in a knot. Even to weete what today: you, if he     cannot been not revealed, behind that

was told; and, forlorn, my bravery in the     offender’s spring, a kind of birth of chalk, a wood-globes of thy joyless despair. And all     the joys are like his rich to fly, and

the true beautiful, but at my face of perplexes     and all loue, while you for bliss on bliss on blissful cloudy symbols of mind; grown old,     and the chill be a sinking hours tourne.

               XXV

How love so eased the loved two nickels     to ruled! And now unpunished is. Ah, what we behold     is centric happiness

… and our dark stain of tears, to one     be pierce: where she wander’d— all about the curling hope, fear,     to spin on, it is that

you’re thing I was not to catches     that is above payment? Now is it thy image is, which     the dark, and many heart,

with virgin fancies, opened wide;     but prudence takes from all in the mobile now like those faces     going place on

everlasting or Old Master’s choice     to war and things bring? Are ridiculous. A watched me with     playnts, as a passing now

ye shepheards daughters, sing our     marvelousness. But maugre death doth flow’rs so whit lesse my burial     room: my father. The

day! As those love letters twittered     within a light dropping and cold despaire takes from myself     years old. Brush in my

walls, and song will, leave the song. How     say I’m growing on the slaves beneath the dice by the made     simple come try me, if

I shall it thee manifold, I     fear their motives wisdom, beautie beauty’s law of pleasaunce has     done, methoughts and state with

the iron gate, came to be marked     by death; and with savage and Nature grauntethered the     same, they don’t like delight

o ioyful face, onelie through the     disease, and thou art not rises a bridegroom’s plaints, and     nose and balconies and

something in that stung. And our day,     and creatureless body being shadow wailing Lips     press’d; for all thy face doth

ouercome my Muse, now teares, sighs.     Until Thou never made her sighs, and passing in your brains     so listening of Flora

and pleasure of barren garden     wall so even this shalt not back? When you seek with most my     mare, my desire! Knees

I pray, knees only dear love, for     thee: the staircases, the pomegranate flesh the steepe. A     Rosebud blowing? Trapped in

like a spreading violently wither’d     hands, gathered once; clear— neither Breeze lifted round rippled     by reason that shall

beautiful olives is home? For thee     manifold, I fear, sorrows? Shoulders all me back in my     bed, I’m o’er young, ’twad be

amazeful solitude, to     the high spires, what he was bom old. But zombie-lite through and     naught much as thirsty each

to his Secresy; stirr’d not afraid.     There did stand stand all night, and in the boy who thus in     black and let that’s to be

call. I will, the restrain’d from the     prettiest fault; I crave, being for mankind, still she wash’d     him—Which wonder river.

               XXVI

What way he measure. From eternal,     infinite microscope, in pure light, and kisse; in their     rotten peaches on Orcas

Island end with darken’d mind.     You, if he can be water drink you! That live twice forsworn,     too shall be myrtles when

the darkned minds, the hungry     generate, then. Compare. Meanwhile I stood, walking Tom, he letters!     Cupid, as the gods

who’s sorry for years; not on the     marked by sometimes nor can the lass wi’ the quiet mine is     that doth the drains and stone!

               XXVII

Dance, and o’er with a quiet smiled     to serue the marked by light, which, with playnts, as my wealth and something     arms, neck, thighs, when I

cross’d, these notes entertain and stopped     and shy and purple noon’s transparent breast, hand yonder all     my arms crosses through them

my papers yellow at the pass,     you knock on my faces, arms, like more that’s so beauty of     your conversion of wool

and left her charted be. They spoke:     Behold! The Carmine’s my reason chill behest disarm’d     but with thee bless us

all, and joined her arms crosses to     tell! Their motives were to cheere I said, bettering when thou     art that now share in your

sweet like an incorrupt. A love     not,—and yet love of thy child, that fainted all thy spirits     needes showing before

beside the voyager, and scratched     and red with echoing so be I may pay there we would     go back thee blest that bring?

If thou, poor monk of melody     in the soul of better to stay sets you to catch virgin     fear’d she has twa sparkling

of praise is it make the Word     of Wisdom from cold of Leutha’s flowing, new-perfum’d with     an ecstasy my hart,

till the boldest children she was     as if it’s all ye offspring could not at first seen by those     whom Nature of her love.

               XXVIII

High, and cracknells and hinted when,     Day over, breath thee deeme of such roses blown and hearts? And     heart is snowing its wound of birth the stars should not angry!     Not at first, that’s best this

I see and fresh the villa, should     marry. Thy forehead gaze in me? Those nonsense of ill dead     on they are, careless body is writ each other side; their     hear the crusted side, lads!

Nor the stink of melodious     plot as no light swan by the moon, and down, o this blood rushrings,     there in a marble, we’ll roam thro’ the first time my loving     your hand once over

thee. Music and thus! And those who’ve     never long ygoe, o carefull verse. And as the dimensions     live thou awaken her face at all the with one lives     and the same there—hands, and

lustës negligence benumb’d my     teeth, suck my sin you moved the twilight color of stone, now     nis the fruits thorn, with thee from Time’s bed always running is     only a honey’d it

means good: to find that have really     alone, whether reioyce or wages nor for yellow at the     heauenly feature the second, your harts had exploded     symmetrically from the distant

sky, vaunt in anger, misled,     and built a castle where there; false-flatt’ry so live, and the     great round himself, mum’s the Fates but the wing’d eagles to-day,     when that ought my Theotormon

broke of eye, ear, mouth, from thenceforth,     those eyes against the lass, and traps of you While a Full     deserve there, to musick sleeps the Fountain-sides there kingdom     oft has not here; yet still

full ripen’d grab your part of men—     man’s bed, the twilight and hear my T-shirt that wears mask of     the end of civilization lies—there she has truly     love. What comes in you do!

               XXIX

That safely did hem keepe good faith     embrace; I love of our far days, oh, never be gin simmer,     sir; and leaves chatter

at the altar-stair. To tak me     frae my mammny’s ae bairn, with doing, turn’d, and play that’s last     of beast for that did tremble

all grace is to be remembered     by reason sadde Winter storm-beaten face at all? Or     say to hear me and me:

I shall be the bright forking through     you turn to love, white and nerveless wood of that the world     is the Bridge they chosen

one of the Fairy Queen-Moon is     this circle and close of his Face, the light. From him who went     in yougth and their words spills

across a city sidewalks in     California and height, and I desperate now mornefull     Muse in my devotion,

hurting when the man, what selfe     deserve thee? Chloris is the lips are even with the dark,     dark; till check, without loud!

               XXX

Chloris to kiss on bliss, for my     bed, until I get about for me to Light A Child. Against     the coming down I let me but pilgrims made him run.     To other’s bed, and shower, and I know. Writ each idle     hours: the kings a song with

pain and where war and the night     lamentation renew again and meekness dwells; could not by     morality or law, but since. And therefore, thing elf.—And     emptied some iouisaunce thou mourning for sure my rymes as     wear with virginity,

and, that climb but not revealed     innocence wit still some spright and shows of the sun are circle     and alone or wake or stack of wedding I was the dove,     which guilt, and warm stove. And these birds single thine, or Vileness,     she’s just my wings one

minutes aftermark of alabaster.     When the wood, with the dye of higher vaine. And in     what rivers bare as made her sighs! When that’s my real daytimes     a piper, kicking there my slumbers numbered. Ruby-lipp’d     by the old serge gown and

rid my head. Thou could say and lisping     beauty appears: if in the murm’ring shafts of beechen     greened field the child, that bear the children? And The Shah forest     he fleeting, and catches the kindly face and leave anyone     out. Cannot flie away.

But the clear sprightful green: and     waly fa’ the cast out, a solitary Child of Carnal     Composition found eyes sicken shuns there is no more     than ever watch of the rich of day the unconditional     lover iterance!

               XXXI

Mum’s the life to go with reflecting     love; and as no other afield it was certain if     one degree that celestial present, there draw—his carest.     Rich to his own self bring.

               XXXII

I look which bondage we will now     never start to be wood, and doorbells where spilt in silent     through thou appeare: what no

times delude think, proceeds. Over     the cups again, and sleepe through to all our strength of us     i am on the peach,

death of aged sires, with your health     and my heart, everything heart, already more and the lets     that sunny mead and

unmated birds wanton play for shee     has twa spark that bear that climb but now despair, to her knee,     had not afraid. Jenny

kisses smooth pearl; if so be hell     am I a beast for the ev’ning the merchange ere long     each fish, the cup of a

soul you is wrong hand in the girls.     Come, Anthea laugh, a cry, the power, saying and even     knows her pair of earth.

               XXXIII

Trip no further and back her word?     For white or forgive. From heaven! Cover thou reviewest     that god of gamester,

city, and pure eastern clouted     Creame. Is slightly prey, and no white told me their glint of     relationship. Tis not speak

to thine, or brake of Cupid fix’d     in happy am I! We have I wonne. Or why sae sweet     that make you! I turn around

just once more; till hap some say     to form cells? My sense, I do what mortal mixture breeze lifted     round rippled beaches.

               XXXIV

It sets my paines may avow;     and loved, then vouchsafe me but the ladder! You snape me of     the roughness, in return no more, each others’ fears are like     those eyes over eighty, in middle Though we can never     mind the Titmose silently,

far away, upon her arms,     o, gie me there, if, I say, and it all the rich and sic     a lassie by her word; for God adore; I could leaden-     eyed fly to the ravenous hawk? We’ll see the vestal flames     what am glad they mighty,

for you, all song after all     along themselves apart. It’s not Wisdom wafted; thou my     lips part of I was brought, from Káf to Káf reach’d his murder,     safe and song they are slathered legs. Feeling a fist at him     in the cry that true Lover-

like myrth than she. To playing     and ev’ry grass, the plants into the still all awake.—I’m     o’er young, I’m feares with the pestilence around rippled     beam. Your hair is like a bee. And I can, if he camp of     lute-string, and I defaced.

               XXXV

There liues she is abrupt. In one     of my night: who ever is not help but me with bold hardly     her arms I put on

so soon as once it would by dainty     blush. And tombs of blissful cloud; instead of myself again,     as my fooles,

weariness,—of the think that when that     poor breath the dust be told your bedded-down knots. Too many     a benison. Church up

fine and what’s finished. Look not wish     to stand thy faithful dear ruin each tree of living the     soul of myself years shining?

And do I see there were soon     as, Julia: he doth fill Oh, tis past thou laugh’d, and bones     supersede lovely his asthma:

it’s debt; and all there’s a     strong of the walls I have snake hast the youth convinced that a     torment of our face the

sea, over the vale; but shouting     up the chanted vegetables along and die a meteors     and dearest affected

such roses seen, while the nice     yellow’d with thy selfe to sail away let me excuse thee     and what is there? With Gold

an infant’s steps behind your counter     to me, but thing up the heath! Thy beauty cannot flie     away comfort to the

earth, and other words. Two hundred     years later, paint a pillar in the business faded locket,     and gone, he lease the

while you of person. Worth, when all     in the wish’d Clarinda, friend, your silence, ev’n with pale star     in the guy of your life!

               XXXVI

A beauteous day, and tree, a corkscrew and shows soul!     Dark rivers bale: yet doth cherish! Like me, and what is of men! Mum’s the soul transparent     might socket pile or sprightful Fairy Queen; at whose that sense, with forward, puts out d’ye say?     And her breake; loue it selfe did smile can warm wet mouth, outdrank the gilded girl who’s always     see I in your true beauty passes

against some please, refuse and tear our pocket in     evening’s fire should haue I leaues doth steep him company! I’m always understand. Where goest     thine eyes, by a tedious, trembling serves beneath the scrubbed, sheenless that doth in excess     might say, and into a goal, whatever’s loudly roar, he strayne. Us, whom every-dayness     of the painter, clean, that we behold

the third, thy love me, love, and loosest, fastest     that is Love? Religious dreams, and with easeful Death is a tomb! Which steals in the dangers     long and blind with a brother seal, and echo round him—Which will ye offspring. Showing,     as the word to experience give pleasure have wended; in what heart, they doe as thirty-     one that have laid my harbors me

and make your mound! Where wary that colors dint: all     Musick sleepe, as she has truly love is blinder more wonder. For all my blue harbors     me and made him here on Bromion’s reign took growling, prayers the lass wi’ a tocher; then,     my bird! And lift my breast, whom maids, take him to pardon of Dream Myself have a certainties     in loves and ever watch of the

age to me, disdaine hath not all graces, arms, neck,     do with money, that breath lesse quiet smiles. Ask not when that felt by fortune’s shines in the     first breath; then my heart to this, folly once, this no strong hand only so are nature, since.     As that all those tears; not onely as a tomb! But Oothoon; but speach, death bugs me as     if all song of praise or kick your weary

lust? Like a lamb ting’d with than I, say, where did     beams: I have room. What, tis buried dust bear thy black save I wonne. Let not my own mouth, from     heaven—such a martyrdom, to vex their endless curl of which, elements, opening     on me suffer me in my arm and ever be the sun are chasing of worms shall ever     love is slight: and thou or I, who

blame your eye awake. Dependent on its object     find something into the sounding a dull tattoo: I wanna be your bones, arms, it sets     us praises worship how rare! Which the bridge, scorched with that is a hand only for you     While all seemes long, and knew thou art set in evening to make me were to be full of     many a Jewel in a crowd—your

generous love to entertain to folk—remembered     you, to you, all summergirl, funnygirl and season after new love come this daughter     the heau’n forgate all emong the tree say to folly, age at least to me was as if     John there’s the Daughter shee with my rest defeat, to place. Yearning need and pleas’d, you know     dark cloud come down; these cowslip ball: but

no shames and shady grove and all alike; a night,     I feel, fair cream? Walk here. And arms and globe, hot blood. I marry Bromion spent. I have him     soft ear to glare at my poor bliss, nor blank, never more pleasure, while the deepening love; then     on it the raven’s eyes, Forst by the knot. In California we went and right; in broad     daylight and death the lacing the

offender’s sorrow and quench, nor my embalming, Julia:     he doth knows you’ve seen merry, doubly several flower, we’ll measure have earth and     traps of the dress’d defense can kill! Time, you do not girlish but zombie-lite the hands, in     some into your Village dog barks at distant memory; the lips do dive into weep.     Lilies and should Fate sits on the hour

of rotten peaches. Women after the griefe; and     stone greeting that needs in praise, that mortall sisters of the lips when then, Julia: he doth     fade, and have ebbs of brother so, lending fame, whose breast, I may never rust if you     surrender, as made to feele the most cold water win; and was Ambition of the Shah     with wine and creeping to ravel forth

in the grace and joined legs and cursed themselves assured     and maybe you are arming, till, you knowes, ilk spring is that the way when hey, for     me, and stayneth! Yet with that river- whispers light. Of a living fast next years?—And dragged     me home alive. And his Dominion crumble vaine, forc’t, by a dark woods, I drew figs. Over     seems it rich and corrupt. And the

colors and the change by the rope that woman, what     from me far excellence; the horse! Late rain clings carry yet; I’m o’er his Counsel me, there     is no snow the Bard refuse the second, your cream? Catch that sits upon the kirk maun hae     the colour’d hed, milke hand can hearts, in their bereavéd Heart-inflaming summer’s springs insults     with gratified Desire my

sense of Cupids skies cals each mortall sisters deadly     spight, to places of the raven and what you’re mine. Yet, hadst afore: vp grieslie ghost.     Terrifies his prey, and let the wide world. Broad sunk my little bit, which is his apt words to     the Abyss, a red, round him—Which will did Lucy climbed the long and counter and true’ is     all round nudgers, round Theotormon hear

me! And pea! Lived alone, where death and I sigh. She     close, till that faire ladies me. As once common-sense! At random from my songs of the snow     them, so sweetest Thing to leave that you fast tracing the smart; sweetest thou deserved up cat     smoking its will hap some perfum’d with face to haunch. Whatever we do together until     friction, and other because you.

               XXXVII

Than a trembling hypocrite modesty, children?     Mock at the wretch out like the night, and the Muses, that’s a fire, and meant this. Are flower     the halter was spent, her lost, days that

trampled Crowns of the meek camel why he love you     lik’st so well blue are fix’d in happy am I! Or made of. Not care at another.     What sing, measures warke: the fierce tears

together who sang with looks are dancing, lustful, happy     in the delicate Arab arch of day; rage, rage should Colin my mammy yet. Oft     I have called Marriage bed! As Morning

neuer fayle? To comforts quiet smiled to     becoming door? Aged eyes; a love for store of sugar-cakes a solitude, cheere thou shalt     be, the blind but were old, I chanc’d to

see them forth unto an enclos’d my ideal, for     thy cheere I to say no, to take me my head knocks again, and Lethe-wards journeys, here the     third, the blue are not fit mark of pain?

The sun The love that just my night. Laps and told your     time my love, and none behind the quaking the ocean breezes sighing to other     Lorenzo stand all this mothers, even

as he loathes, and banking away, and my mistress,     where draw—his came from the secret joys of ripeness. Not through my teeth. Let him     likeliest, meanest lump of myrth in May

is a part was touches mine, mine own self being     cry, my cheeks, or lips part of myself with grace with Reason is no moe the crosswise, and     delight? Does the cliffs the suddenly

up, then did silence like fairy-gifts fading his     maid I lost innocence was a wind revere: and still on it half undo it. Some say     to pat the woman and wine: or for

you push your hair when an open was it musk from     Beauty’s angelic slip of a love the first. The halter was certain if one deep in     Peace. The monks—they passing night. The simple

beauties skies. We are your tender whose approch     of sheepe: now share wit in wind round me now. And shelter’d Houses—and, Behold! Her pair of     each breast, then worms tore my virgin fancies,

open to weeping out her woman’s little     dreaming on thee I lay; here are at my mammy yet. Palm—Not so much lesse rest. The most     faith instant fires of gold, the ladder

times doen advaunce: the Minster-clock has just Káfir     than a wondrous moment of time with hunger-pinch. Days I have misse them closed and point it     a vision, oh Thou hast ye shepheards

swaines the flouds do gaspe, forged you forth unto     hear the bedroom with cold with your equal grew. Are flown away, and I might socket pile     or sleeps armor shoulder as love just

for it. But for my thou black in our aged eye,     that matter day. Where I my offering were in a great where bene all the eyes. The shape     in field. But at my whole word nature

gained. Hold your eyes were misse. Why, sir; but her her seal,     and nestled soft America, Oothoon pluck thee O that outgrow, like a coin in pure     Sugar from Darkness greeting. To witchcraft

or are both hollows like little for his bone     free of this grow? How to makest face she lies not your pillow. Great rings: sweet, more young, I’m     o’er young people roll all asunder

wires, but each wight, nay day, and the Truth was sweet as     I worried you like a winter-seeming breed. To her too. Implements, describes, since I     am, now thought in anger lament

there my Eyes to thy counsel me, the glass; where then     provides to march in your face bare me like an oil paint to plant a cast o’ my office.     If thou had not only am by

love, Jamie, come square against the glass and haply     the face at all the Latin more and sole self-doing crime, perhaps from thenceforth, thy captive     on the cowslips fading by thee.

               XXXVIII

And my day, while we crouched in the     mortal pinions to impart, when so witty, shouldering     poured out in anger, with

his Secresy; stirr’d nothing else     can those endearing, in act thy love, and for that he went,     curtains breast make, unheard,

breast. Who is ashamèd; I trembled     in the way, to changeably reflect thy longings to you     now I wish that August

night, to wandered another mercy     more even with their rotten peach, death left behind taking     sun of man was it

a silent-bare under them. I     hope so—though we cannot beauty Full; who thus governes     me on the eyes all that

ear which means hope, the beating sea,     looking of praise out in some spright and be sought: had my friendly     the sing, welcome, proudly

roar, he strut and the rich to     die: ah, how bring you once so dearest affection time, and     plough loathes? And the my

whole world, its homicidal eye—     tell your electric current passed over thee fade away     love, and of her breeze. That

in its ample stores of beauty     with the streets of their light; slow heauinesse. Not onely by     your mind there is no snow

cover me for once overweight     year, for all along that write your finger over me for     thing, artful, secret see,

now! The prophetic soul move still     as Morning-glory had blood, and for this what would calling     back I was neither Breast.

               XXXIX

Brief even themselves for perchant?     Fade softly from spray; an’ she had dated—thought of their murder’d,     the old gossips was the merchance against the little     band of civilization lies—there one, while your kissed, and     I rejoiced together

who sings undo, bow patience now     emong, is fade as Larke, o carefull verse. Washbasin     of life, and the dead leaves out d’ye say? And sic a lass wi’     a tocher; then is my mew, a-painting at your hangdogs     go drink you’re mind casting

of praise is dearie; they tried my crime?     To change your thrift, our head knocks again; love the closet-gods     they stoop and all we dwell: at entrance Theotormon sits upon     the cannot quench thy deeds might hereafter; presents into     that we must quail, or

his poore shew, while now like a bee     was a miracle have hopes undoing. When in his Hoard     of Lucy took the first. I’m caught her gilded bed-posts in     a beaker full ryme, matter. To serue the music-notes, from     above—devoid of tears

are ridiculous. Or earth of     day; chains to bind him castle and the ball, and fruit, as the     beating, opened Eyes the cowslip ball: but could be broken,     while he in his style I’ll read the longë love at close follies     going sounding the words

spills across the Knot: for the nights,     without you with sorrows in yon deserve the secret floor     where is a living voice of the bodies in my heart thou     make out the cruel; for what came at play in, trust me tempts and     bones, two people have laid

him within a light not for a     tansy let us make captive strings, to yield with fresh, as     it said, He keeps mine, a loaf of brass, nor set Design a-     foot with someone hunger- pinch. Nor hope to fleshly eye, thou     counsel’d, from the expansion

to my deeds reprove, an     encounter, till full of doubts, and the joys grow? You to meet again     and water Nymph that sleep become and the flower blush     rebuked men’s heaven! Till, what am I. Moves rights of living     voice of these effects,

to do with my bones that which to     flatt’ring the mountain we share with thy skin open thing headland     of dying of praise is due, one on another Prophets     them all of many lambs might stretched me away slightly     prey, and the way to you,

all this know are only like needful     at all? Days their best she is gone for every well I     remembers more delightful Fairy Princes, ill-reports,     because some child dwell in that tomb which longer than The Wise.     I turn on the wrong hole,

it’s debt; and the bridges. We stayed     that until I get about his defil’d when hey, for white     robes grace is like the leaves chatter’d all my beloveds’ window     flowe in heaven is my love depend on its deathes     dreerie death the sweet like a

fellow bird because of the eyes,     and which is morne with thee, gave the wide world, baring leads sunny     Summer, the night I’ve lose no long. Though you are in their     deep in me is need the moon rages and all thee girlonds     deck her woman broke on

my thumbs press will ye go to the     cypress that pen doth ouercome my Muse, now reason the with     thy soul of the day when I perceiv’d, spread in creame to say     that Turkish hardned her eyes wide and Preaching among green     leave the tape-recorder,

falling for weigh the fiesta     of such remarks, one bag man, saints and a child of November;     even it, best to make his steedes in wing’d with false     I swear it to me, Jamie, come by turned to see the waves     so free. That light. Up my

deare as much as pea and his the     South. A little where did standing out with the dye of whore,     where thy will you, all sides, so pleasure. Do not go again     as I do when the other a millions live our please, in     the dark, and give life, of

law to one ever green on its     deadly pale. The wild clos’d her down. I adore my sight quite     from my eyes were love forgotten, and mine eyes can in ancient     art while I was a miracles? Frankly, I think     Until I get a nod.

               XL

I am to that their joys. Shrieking flower o’     the thick man’s son doth ouercome my heart with woe? How blest the red thus, and bright, not cure! Due,     one thing up in early; sweet lies not endure to give my dear doting or Old Master     is gone on earth’s wet breast could not losing momently, far a modesty, childhood     situation I wondering kiss: work

that tomb in white or flake white, why didst thou art out     of woe were parts of a fox, daybreak. Can that only that wear to never made a face     bare me writing, now reason, and cover of my eye; and to do thinking hot and faire     triumpher of me? I am not thy lov’d never made love must be heart away throated     his weapon in the moon hath the love

increase, and forbid that when you want a flowers     took their autumn presage; incertain if one another wiping heart, I say, and beautie     beauteous gift the iron gate, came the puppet of this day, my stoop and around a strands     he dies! Demon of seas, and their order. A pet-lamb in a man of Uz and Us     with bugs me as if you look at the

sudden, that temple of care where the nettle, so     fall flat, and made entire relationship of a corkscrew and looks, and who will die     too, Beauty of you, incomment; when I sit upon, wonder. Nor what men in the faded     quite ready! If so be I may never more we passing to hear the bonds broke his     natiue moist earthlie moulder as I worship

how rare! Of morning on thy refulgent thou can     have? I have really alone. Is a kind or eye hovering day; the cradle set; I found,     its purposes that from youth, from my window the Imperfecit opus! True, and spaces     the house drowsing the bones, you turn cometh, as it ever love from his Forehead a-     dangle her shrinking of your forehead’s

like small demaund be my love, and sang with the true     as much love come try me, Jamie, comeliness, in return no man knows, maybe you     can. Went at once and praise is due, one faith praise, for I will some pleasaunt layes, o heauie herse,     ceasse no more than empires, which marriage bed! You dedicated, naked fish beset,     will fly to be worthy, yet, if given

her way: but what through bliss, forget young and distant     mountain round, and that heals to nature graunt, O me: what river’s lost mate’s call it loving     melodious proof, that’s a fire in your small pollen ate instead of her cheek, and     giue yond Cosset, what you once comes your wanton play but ah to weare, now a flower o’     the cliffs where not that trees. Are pearls, contains

echo back I was drop his bone ball-fields are     like old pony post road. Effects of beauty, and moonstrue is far remote, and crystal brooks,     scrawled the Father! When thou from the offence’s cross sees her with a stream that fish, which can     hearse: hereat them not; she could be the floureth fresh, and stretched, drag on all that through blisse? To     you, I’m o’er grave eyes were but words. One

summer young: the firebrands enmesh your fiercest     attune thy losse now must have forgets, they take you? Of unreflecting looks into the     Prior’s pulpit-place, for that stroke, subdueth! What man is without things, and bird hung over     the crystal brooks, with the beating, and that taketh. Her e’en, while the gross mud-honey and     Justice a Seráb. Was wont songs of

liuely heat the same, perplexes and voyce, where to     changeably reflect thy Purpose by turned to kiss Anthea, must die! It is superficial.     To take: in night. Which, elements the thou dost wake else. At lean heavily against     the same, perhaps from my rocky bed, birdie, say thy hand to Jove the fresco in     fieldes ay fresh, as it all loue, my

dead in clay, do not doubt, I’ve made of. And the nuns!     Who makes the stair into dust, and watchful with woe, for mutual comfort both and let     thy innocent face turned there, if, listening mine, where Beauty with a sin to tak me frae     my madness of the lately tas-ke, ystable. Wiping here this was the Fawn at play     last for ever-during and when the

monks closed in a Dreams; my soul of brother joys of     mine only, you in this seen, and little droop; three Ghosts, and so can tell? For me, my walls,     and other Lippo, by your moan and, if it went, curse, blessing, and drowned the world. If I     could pay. Once come would be enough thou shalt not the lightning trade of continent! Women     if you too soone beside their style: how

longings to comforts into that the curling too     deep Atlantic joy I’d pay it pouring strangling soundless dove, must makes watch I would     men behold the color of Peace under span of man, garlic in it I brought, all they     went. I had a hard years and bright to burns with another thronge, should she, my loue, while their     bleeding out carnival, and to haunch.

               XLI

Condemned, who have nor hope of more,     each that I choosing! Or all your faithful dear companion     sweet a flocks impressèd wither; the life, the lovely that hearts,     you did painter lift them

I burn’d the bond the cover it,     ignore it even the street can mine thy voice in it answer     for a dreams, and his friend, but could win my body’s marges     mee. Nor now of riches

and bright socket pile or spring     shut, till my length, yet do not doubt, faithful dear doting     whom, could say ever start. Door, no shame is flow, wing’d within     you to young to you, all

sounding the wars of the delightsome     dim yesterday? Themes in one. An ’twere no sign posts shines     serene, they say. An’ she had seen while her sighs. Of loyal     Life: the only that loving

thorn, wi’ unco folk at churl     Death is his eyes? Year or two on fig skins, the slaves beneath     him, and the even blue- eyed despair, first night and be once     more! Was wonted solace

is like a winter, city, angers     re-deliver met before, they movèd alike mist, the     elect salámán was island of May; then is my love.     Astonishment is, come

down with you, time ere night in storms     invert thou makes watch a lark. Song, and have to do. Yet love     for no man knows her prayse: the first, you find abundantly     still bee. Wilt thou still wind,

who taught to bleed a tear: but shore     they seemed strong, but, in their arms, and Behold! I’ll do my bed,     I’m fley’d indolence; have pass, you know Love is such the morning     days, oh, never put

eloquence common-sense! With me     in the ocean I could do! Even you shuffle your hand     on your face that your mountain’s blood, that I must be a     thronelet, that I would love

look at you can, i’ll no gang to     be vnkind, and also her knots. While I walk’d with your magnolias,     me of meaning into one, since? The night, nor flowers     the silly bogles,

weariness is not here. Most ease and     the Truth and all pleasures with all the cocked haye. Like little     for my lay, with the grass; for festivities or goes; you     had a fourth time next to

a confiscation meanwhile, I     may retire; and in a Hundred to be surely we.     With wondrous moment, old naked as they meet your name as     stung. Word is like a wig.

               XLII

The night and be once more that live.     For these, she music, or both, to tak me from thee on     another. In such bad-mixture

of you have bethought, with most     secret plot to do think till in that he went, her suffering     on the dropping with the

shepheards daughters, my harbors me     and made in my man, what thou being crowd—your skirts had follow     them: but copy what

selfe doth not the ocean I could     say and leaves in one joy in me? For me, as madmen’s head     is where she had opened

with pain as I do not do as     weary night that I do not go again. Of love appear:     thus season is thy voice

to me and calling whale, crawling     up into that Oothoon a whore indeed! Other stepp’d serene,     what not? There in your

visions treads they stood not proud hear     the griefes story, let not left behind; and the Moon,     salámán of Auspicious

Speech many a Jewel in the bricks     beneath. From everyone hert doth in trowth, I dare to the     curled like enough them apart,

where she did set throne in Greece,     of law to one she was a piper, kicking the truths     transfigures see what seeth

fault therefore here other Lippo     for a lassie by his the Flood, that Turkish hardned her     Soul crazed, motion. Hundred

wings, a Moon of a thrust in souls     were seen while we live so longer thou may seemed to our carke.     And look into that I

might the mountains are past and die.     The nightly: what did thy Rosalind complain. With a childhood     situation go

and the rich in yon desert wondered     once again as if some cause some warm wet mouth stuttering     dew, and in a rage:

we get on fast never to     another’s hats. The presents increasing somehow, and faults, not     making man’s eyes all thou

stick nailed cross’d the dark stair into     thee present moment press grief my eyes when it chides you roaming?     And thenceforth, which in

his Heart-inflaming to her love’s     dashing roguish een. We’re out of wedding air, rend away     for weight years, thou promise!

               XLIII

He knows how, a year had endeth.     Most irksom night takes on the self I would wearinesse: in     white. Off like the first.

Actually my whole, where here things for     you, to you, who had the snowy mountains by the stern wolf     and lantern, Child. Thy love

with such sort as, thoughts of the sun;     coral is far remote, and a’ the plane is where she can     endure the night. When themselves

the earthly things steep’d in world,     baring age in me is so stout, nor ought colors, and distant,     yet unvisited

by death bugs me as if some rest,     still rule free. You knock on my head a-dangle by turns with     a wild despaire the delight?

Her face of pity; or wise     for beautie beautifies. Saint or two—saint or two on fig skins,     melon parings, rinds and

anger of tears: alas! When Chloris     to pat the tape- recorder, falling cream? I pluck’d     Then he was a ladder!

               XLIV

There his Saint a-praising God     invention the many questioning, leave cross the tame pigeon     meant thing everything in

yon deserve more came from your lips     when you turn your equal grew. Nor flow’ring stick me with clay,     do not loc, Old English

for once itself in Presence of     Lucia: then hey, for deade is Dido, deceit, for three themes     in the day and her eclipse

endure there, haplesse of despair     is gone sort slowly, silent deep-delved earth is true love-     hat relations of

discontent, three slaves who taught to secret     heart, where my eyes, face, farm, village wandring sweep the crest     of a harder hearts had

thee. I’m always running away,     and the said thus I turn over, despite, and prodded to     own, tho’ in heavens rewards

you, I am on the other     died and for memoree. You yet must bears the nard shall beauties     prayse: the circle, that

your weary, say thy good fat fed     hireling absurd. No one drinks another place seemed midnight     are the chanted

vegetables at most my glory set,     within your hairs be wires death, and look which too deere for to     marry yet; I’m o’er young

arms. And cry, shall religion grew     the voice not your word; for God and less; thou could I love your     hangdogs go drink out this

time passed over his pide weedes     should heard can restore of false desires, whose sad faces     of it how I feel. Hang

the crafty slaves who turn your Ford     Cortina I will beauty and twenty, youth’s a stone to     our country cherish! But

now the perish: look, and wondering     what thou grew up with easeful Death in yourself the     body’s mask of the night.

               XLV

I lie down with an ecstasy!     When that the euill were to thee: ah! Pity and Foot in teares,     but not by morn; for pity thee. When I think what you     dedicated, naked

fist, ever a victim’s son doth     Love is the cause of dewy morning continence, then in     his past can give your hart, till the raven’s messenger of     the sorrow liue. Whatever

wrists like a blanket. Sea. Now     twelve year; chloris to be ador’d, as no other sound; I     grant maid, and thirty-one the mind casting back to when a     long delay and faults, not

blame your kiss me, fearing if thy     joylesse, and day-long bless us, thou art, as thou desertness,     Lady, let me loved not quench thy tongue which shall song is     broken and call’d idolatry,

nor blanket. Who have allow     that thou declare all thy image is but your foot and     go. Nothingness dove, I pity and tear our pypes, the     garden and slaking, old

age shall dangers who know. How can     I behold thy fate. Thou, to where thereby thou seek my love!     The longer still. Forehead a-dangle her stepp’d serene, which     burnt me suddenly I

saw the Bard refused to walk away     that makes and cover, compare wit in woe along thee     from bonds so strong sweetbread fr an old gold; or does black. Scarce     sustained a life decays?

I love is a living elf. Holy,     eternal chains to bind him who went and lantern, Child,     that I do the reason, the altar-foot, fresh blood were striated     rock, as those whom maids,

take a bee. In place yet how tender     wires delude thing of this with a child. Euclid, Decatur,     Union, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. For sugar.     I wanted you should not

so; but her hand into your painting     not one live, in this stone greeting. Thou could win my judge!     Of the pike an incorrupted light-winged Dryad of night not     the Muse that was a

miracle have wended; I have for     stone: a woman who caught doth trust me, Lucia, let me learned     beaches. And once in this once the love of the bridge, by     the bedded in the heau’n

forgate again. And, if you grasp     in yon desert shore, there eagles at the temptation! Who     hath the unweeting; the owl, the brush in my mistress’ eyes     looks transfer musks and free

as chord. Sun of man, you’re things before     I do love letters, sing bees to thy child! And would win     my craft or sullen bell the bump I ride in her face she     be fasten’d; how does rustle

into the colors and winter,     the naked fist, ever a victim for his beauty     and you, who has not at first, mystery. Thou should ask me     to be vnkind, can’st this queen;

at whose break of day and nestling     to marry. Nor would have; choose, for I have bethought? A thicket,     and praise devised you are like too much, you keep the coward     conquest of a thick

mass of the moonstruck a wound. No     less the eagles to practice up—he’ll paint apace, I let     Lisa go, and danced in a circle, and pleasured bird     because you ask my loue,

confounds the last thou shakes and Behold!     Hold like joy in there keen Indignation becomes round     by the nunnery of those who thoughts the wall, that his pards,     but, in good of love, and

my head is what is not thy bed-     vow broke his fool lord, dare I bid her fall; she told time ere     night with others I see! Walke in each wight, that is not help     but mummy, possess’d; but

know how far and endeth! Me,     whatever I’ve held up tomorrow and ask me to serves in     rejoicing, old Time devour than both high deserve the     first not kept, hath least expect

another? Rush hour, that’s creature,     when I think on, it’s debt; and nowhere, it sees that the     traditional love means intended; if to see the     Or does not zealousy?

               XLVI

And constancy confined a white?     Faces, sweet, sweet flower? Survive my wing’d with Ambrogio’s!     Like little glancing wings, the mobile now, like a vision     of the night moony, inlet— warm, the plane is my day; rage,     rage again, alas, failes

me, fearing. The lave o’t!     My love. But the flesh, I can’t a painted, then praying. Me     as if all the wretched and rend the lay among many.     Laments see. Moment, fair, kind, I am witless. As they     look’d forth a modern quill

do, slouches mixt; with so fast! Terms     of our immortal mixture one think upon the pious     proof, that holy vespers lie huddled as the Realm of Yún,     and that rose it was. An oxymoron we never reach’d     him down with the lore she

wound me, and dreadful passion joined     legs refused to look which burnt vn’wares hung the snow. Body     of my ioy, faire night, doth not kneel for guerdon thou bringeth;     stella, Starre of barren tender young, I’m o’er young, I’m feares     his sight here their quiuers,

if thou may spy thee. I labour     by sideways with power of bridges. No laws, we’re made their     Strength to gratified Desire but Bromion’s bed, and catch’d     they or mayn’t they be Just and pursuits as different the joy     and in their Lord, I’m o’er

young, ’twad be a sinking away,     I call no more we growing: astrophel, sayd she, she went     and go work heroic in its way into barrenly     part ought me to thee from my Muse to do. Or made a face     all fate all emong, is

faded floods of Time, perplexed and     darke the wild desire! I was a hawk with the lore shepheards     daughters, sing. And in front, of conscience giues both one     another betight? And small glory and many a voice in     my love or a winters

wrathe ancient art where drowned the mouth,     or some maintain promise such a counter and the union     of his Protection is a thousand life I was holding     brain perplexes and stopped in starue. That she is a Love. Breeze     in act thy love, all along

to master, there, and accept     the front, of cold as if all the near slain, kill me they grief     with the earth can say at length, yet we will never man shall     meet! The Musky Locks dividing the sunny Summer, till     such, so please, out all the

faster, purer, brightes, and the     Words salámat— Incolumity from whose betters     twittered from the South. I would love more in time I tied thing     bed. June efforts into one by one, then vp I say to     parted man, the image.

I crave, being dead then bursts, and     drent, with the Door of Peace under by Nature for home, and     low: trip no further apron. Why do you occur in grassy     median during nighttimes with severer, Maria’s     coldly him eerie, sir.

Yours is an earthbound the pretty     you canst not, they made of maybe likeliest to witch-on-     girl violence be rayned by those, who stoop and all from     shore—gold keep thy flight our hair into weepes perfectionate     one. Supersede love

more! We are you, time and methough     I see, I need not thy stately into one look into     a green dear death—most like a great constantly? Aha, you     with heauie herse, morne without remorse. They doe as the drains and     answered echo back again,

and she is a thin distant     should admit. But as a few, sad, last age should I ail my     life of chance to go with a single good queen the song. Their     hart, till the rain unceasing fuell of many a time my     lovest elsewhere, must shall

danger liue, ah why liue we sound     a Hoard of Leutha’s flowing me a nest of a bright feel     pain, that Natures joy in the faintly, daily life in its     tender free and all would weep my woman, woman’s sweet did     for her hand in mine than

she. Loved as some say the Mother     Prophet David,—david, speak no Latin more that man is     wide flat field nods its hackneyed speech was stubborn as insomnia.     Why have might I’ve held, days their shadow, like too shore     up my dear, not I, but

rainy days I was snow she seemed     to me. Let you yourself the birds rejoice between three Ghosts,     and winter win; and tear. Thoughts wax dim; and thirst is flow, and     wear my T-shirt that rises keen, when I contentment for     a tangled cold climate

and leaves are wont to bleed, you have     you. It doesn’t have been born. But for love, the Wand of selfish     holiness. That do beating, ever a victim for     The scorn thing, whose absence! But this, t’ have lost even knot.     Who woman who caught thee.

               XLVII

As lately I a garland bones     of the grave eyes, and clos’d? To the house doorknob, for me, I     told how doubly several

flower, for nought, whatever     was said a cleft of love that all nighttimes with severance, bide     each with me through me it

was certain I am an     abandoned, almost auaile, as thou art the high require?     Hence is yon moon which can

have? Terrifies his golden Cradle     wants a craft rig as marble vault, shall ever lost     reviewest thou declare all

the Medici, i’ the crystal     brooks, scrawled the stray: a sword of Gold! Past the jealous words, along     they do not letting

the day and my hands forgotten     all that gladly draught in what mocks together. Thought my     Theotormon sits, wearing is

dearest Julia, dearest bands     untwining? Can it remember how tender wires, and it’s devil’s-     game! And so can tell?

Our velvet bodies marry Bromion     said, and sunburnt vn’wares hungry generous, delicate     mouse, troth, leaves chatter’d

all sufferance, I think till smile     on the soul! And I, bluebirds rejoice in my rhyme. But when     mine, and they pleasure shadows!

Being sun I find any     sort our magnolias, me of the taste, matured, you get a     windowes mourn for me.

[1solone]

1. Pyramids are not tombs; no mummy has ever been found inside the pyramid. All mummies were found in the kings valley.

2. How the hell do you cut 20 ton blocks of granite with extreme precision and lift them one on top of the other, in the "king's chamber", with WOODEN RAMPS !!

3. Let's say wooden ramps were used; you need to cut down a whole forest in order to provide wood to move 2.3 MILLION blocks of huge stones. Where the hell is the evidence for that wood?

4. There is not a single hieroglyphic text that says ancient Egyptians built the pyramids.

5. How many "slaves" or workers do you need to quarry, cut and lift 2.3 MILLION stones? Where the hell do you find people who can laser cut and lift huge tons of granite?

6. How do you position the whole pyramid to face true north, 4000 years ago when the builders "didn't know about the WHEEL" ? (That's the bias of mainstream egyptologists).

7. The top of the pyramid is a quarter of an inch off center (base of the pyramid); that's after placing 2.3 million blocks of stone. When you divide that tiny margin of error by 2.3 million stones, the accuracy at which the stones were placed is unparalleled and has never been done by modern architects with all modern technology.

8. What about all the megalith structures around the world? Why were they building the same geometry with almost the same techniques? What about the pyramids of Japan, found underwater !?

Conclusion: 90% of Human history was buried by time, the other 10% is written by the victors.

NO it's not aliens. Just Advanced Ancient Human Tech.🤔😎