#making it really hard to figure out how i wanna make this new comm sheet 😭 whats a sketch whats an illustration

[spacedlexi]

"wow you draw so clean!!" its a curse but thanks

[glimmerglanger]

Sooo, I got this prompt from @anstarwar

Hi! I just stayed up til o’dark thirty finishing MYB and just had to hop over and say WOW. Love your writing! If you’re still taking prompts for supplemental stories I’m super curious what happened to Bly when he “woke up?” I just can’t help but think it’d be so devastating for him....I wanna give him a hug....anyways thank you!

AND OOOOF. Well, it’s not going to be a...happy time? For anyone? You’re probably going to want to give him more of a hug after this?

This snippet deals a lot with mind-control related trauma, being forced to kill someone against your will, suicidal ideation/a suicide attempt, and survivor’s guilt. People don’t always handle trauma in a neat and tidy way. This is… NOT neat and tidy, anger is one stage of grief, and something people who are hurt lash out, so lots of warnings for all of that. Past Blyla. A lot of hurt.

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Bly had some information to work with, by the time the thing in his head just stopped working, between one breath and the next. The thing had controlled his body for a timeless stretch, piloting him around the ship, to his quarters and to the bridge.

It read all the reports issued by the Imperial Command, and so Bly saw them, too.

He’d read that the Vigilance had been taken, taken by traitors in a mutiny, and he’d wanted to cheer, because of course Cody had found a way out, a way around the things in their head. 

He’d read that the Emperor wanted the heads of CC-2224 and the traitor Kenobi and so he’d known, too, that General Kenobi had somehow survived. That Cody had been strong enough to - to not pull the trigger on the Jedi he loved.

Not like Bly, who had leveled his blaster on Aayla’s back and squeezed the trigger and--

He wished he could grab his blaster again, but his body fought him, over and over again, until it just stopped. 

Bly was standing on the bridge when the thing in his head just...went away. There was no warning, no way for him to prepare. One moment, there were restraints around every piece of him and the next they were just gone.

Someone whimpered, across the bridge as Bly stared forward, breathing raggedly, swaying on his feet. His hand moved, automatically, towards the blaster at his hip. His fingers curled around the grip and he had it in hand before Ambler hit him around the chest and bore him to the floor, panting, “Don’t - don’t - please.”

“Get off of me,” Bly rasped out and they were poor first words, ragged and wet. He couldn’t breathe properly. His eyes stung and burned. The entire world had gone blurry. He reached for the blaster again - he’d shot Aayla in the back, his General, his everything, he’d shot her in the back and--

“I can’t,” Ambler said, knee on Bly’s wrist, the weight making his fingers spasm open. “I can’t, sir, I’m sorry.”

And Bly tried to say something, anything, else, but the words wouldn’t come, not for a long time.

#

Ambler refused to give Bly his blaster back, even after Bly got his breathing under control. Bly stared at him, the initial surge of emotion that had come with freedom fading away. He could control it. He had to control it.

Ambler had done the right thing, Bly decided, behind his helmet. He had things he needed to do, before he-- 

Made up for things.

He shook that thought aside. His brothers needed him. They didn’t have a General anymore - he’d seen to that - which meant--which meant they needed Bly to keep them safe. To help them figure out what to do.

He cleared his throat, ignoring the tears drying all over his cheeks under his helmet, and ordered the nat-borns on the ship restrained. And then he started looking for the Vigilance. Cody had gotten them free, he had no doubt. Somehow, the crazy son of a bantha had freed them all, and--

And he was wanted by the Empire. Kriff, they were probably all about to be wanted by the Empire.

Which meant they needed to be together. They’d be safer in greater numbers. “We had a message about some kind of attack on Kamino,” Burr said, from across the bridge, as they tried to figure out where to go. “But the message got cut off.”

“Head there,” Bly said, his voice a ragged mess. It was as good a place to go as any.

#

They found ruination on Kamino, but no sign of Cody or the Vigilance. No sign of any of their little brothers. Whatever had happened on the planet was long over by the time they dropped out of hyperspace.

But there was a buoy, tiny and transmitting on a strange frequency. Circuitboard decoded it while Bly sat in his quarters, staring at the wall, trying not to think of anything, definitely not the way Aayla had looked in his bunk, blue skin peeking out from beneath drab gray blankets, lekku curling softly with pleasure, and--

The buoy was transmitting coordinates, Circuitboard said, when he commed Bly. Bly looked down to find that he’d torn his sheets into long strips. He’d been twisting them, winding them into a long rope.

He stared down at his shaking hands, just for a moment, and gave the order to head to the coordinates, rising to his feet. He felt he should be on the bridge, at least for the start of their journey.

By the time he got back to his quarters, someone had taken away the damaged sheets. They’d taken away a lot of things. The room looked almost bare. Prickle - his new medic - was waiting inside the room, arms crossed, and said, “I can stay in here with you, or you can come to the medbay with me, the choice is yours.”

“Do what you want,” Bly told him, hollow inside, and curled up on the bare bed, not thinking about Aayla’s fingers stroking over his brow or the marks on his cheeks or--

Or anything else.

#

Cody left them a trail of breadcrumbs to follow, like they were playing one of the hunt-and-find games they’d indulged in back on Kamino, years ago. Cody’d always been better at hunting than hiding.

Maybe that was still true, because Bly found the Vigilance in orbit around an ugly gas giant on the borders of Wild Space, a small little flotilla around it. There were two other Venator-class ships by the Vigilance, and for a beat Bly wondered if the entire thing was an Imperial trap, his he and his brothers were about to be shot out of the sky.

He didn’t raise their shields. 

And a moment later familiar voices came over the comms, shouting words of welcome and relief.

#

Cody insisted that Bly come over to the Vigilance. Bly wasn’t sure he technically had to obey Cody’s orders, anymore, but if anyone was in charge of all of them, it had to be Cody, and so he went. 

He stared at the wall of the shuttle, even after it landed. He managed to get to his feet when Cody opened the rear hatch, turning to look at his brother - his batchmate - opening his mouth and then closing it again, before asking, “How the kriff did you do it?”

Cody looked back at him, expression tightly controlled, and said, “It’s a long story.”

Bly just stared at him. He felt...hollow inside. Cody winced, a little, and then exhaled. “Come on,” Cody said, reaching out and gripping his shoulder, “I’ll tell you.” 

#

Bly listened to all of it. He had a feeling, deep in his head, that Cody wasn’t going into the details, but it didn’t really matter. Bly got the gist of it. Cody really had saved his Jedi. Nearly blown up his head to do it, but he had, while Bly had drawn his blaster and--

“Where is he?” Bly asked, sitting in General Kenobi’s quarters - the ones Cody had been living in for years - and staring forward, eyes burning.

“On the bridge,” Cody said, with a little shrug. 

Bly nodded. He remembered what Aayla had looked like, last time she’d been on the bridge, her eyes tired as she looked over holos, one hand bandaged from a fall, lovely and alive and--

“I should get back,” Bly said, standing, because his men were in Cody’s care, now, and, obviously, Cody would take better care of them. Cody’d almost killed himself, proving that, while Bly had just raised his blaster and pulled the trigger and--

“You’re going to stay here,” Cody said, like it wasn’t even a question, in the same tone that had led to them fighting more than once when they were shinies on Kamino, Cody always thinking everyone should just listen to him-- “Catch me up on everything. Get some rest, for a day or two.”

“With all due respect,” Bly said, tone too flat to be sharp, “I’m rested plenty.”

“I talked to Prickle,” Cody said, and Bly wondered why, staring forward, not looking at Cody, even when Cody tried to step into his field of view. 

“That so?” Bly asked, trying to muster the energy to care and failing. He should have cared about them whispering about him behind his back, but he just--

Didn’t.

“That’s so,” Cody said. “And so you’re staying here.”

“Fine,” Bly said, gaze flicking momentarily towards the blaster at Cody’s hip. “Whatever you say, sir.”

He caught Cody’s wince out of the corner of his eyes, and a part of him wanted to apologize immediately but-- He’d done so much worse. Things he’d never be able to apologize for, he’d lifted his blaster and--

“Good,” Cody said, firm. “Let’s get some dinner.”

#

Bly pushed mush around his plate. He ate a bite, maybe two. His appetite had died with everything else that mattered, systems and systems away from where he currently was. 

Cody made noises about him needing to eat more, but he’d just have to live with what Bly could manage, unless he planned to bring in a tube and force it down Bly’s throat. Maybe he would. Bly considered the idea dispassionately.

In the end, Cody just frowned over him and took Bly back to his quarters. Cody brought along an extra meal, and something in Bly’s gut twisted hard, just looking at it. He felt like there was something inside him, a dam, perhaps, and that it was starting to crack, all down the middle.

He didn’t want to know what was on the other side of it.

“Why don’t you get in the fresher,” Cody said, and Bly shrugged. The fresher looked the same as the one he’d used for years. There was even a Jedi robe hanging on one of the hooks along the wall and for a moment he could imagine--

But it wasn’t Aayla’s. The weave was too heavy. And she’d preferred darker, richer colors. Earth tones. He stared at his fingers, clenched in the fabric, and made himself release it with a shudder. He took off his armor. Set it aside. Stepped under the water.

Aayla had loved the decadence of a water shower. She’d insisted he join her in one, more than once, the two of them wedged in together, laughing as they jostled for space and it always ended with her in his arms, hands sliding on the slippery walls, her fingers clenching at his shoulders, and--

He’d shot her. In the back. Hadn’t even hesitated. Ordered her body pushed into a shallow grave and she’d probably been ravaged by scavengers and--

Bly jerked out from under the water. He dried off, pulled back on a set of blacks that looked clean. Cody’s, he assumed. They mostly fitted; after years of different experiences, their bodies were no longer exactly the same. They’d built muscle differently. Some of them were stronger than others.

Cody had managed to fight the thing in his head.

And Bly had--

He tried to hold together the splintering dam inside his head, stepping back out into the main room. He wondered where Cody expected him to sleep, and the consideration fell out of his head when he realized they weren’t alone anymore.

Cody was sitting on the end of the bunk, talking to General Kenobi, low and earnestly. And Kenobi--

Was alive. Standing there in his tunic, his hair with more white in it around the temples than Bly recalled, a lightsaber on his belt. And seeing him split the widening cracks in Bly’s chest even further. He felt his jaw grinding as Kenobi looked up and over at him, inclining his head a little as he said, “Commander, I’m...so sorry, I--”

Kenobi cut off at a sharp, ragged-edged sound. Bly realized after a moment that it was coming from him. Laughter. 

Kenobi shifted his weight back, just a little, as Bly rasped out, “You’re sorry?”

He was distantly aware of Cody standing up, reaching out and putting a hand on Kenobi’s stomach. But that seemed like it was happening somewhere else. Everything, the entire world, was Kenobi’s expression, his too-wide eyes and the way all the color had washed out of his face. 

“Bly,” Cody started, and Bly felt his mouth twist up, felt the last little pieces of resistance in his chest wash away. 

“You’re sorry?” Bly repeated, taking a step forward. “She’s dead and--you’re sorry? You?”

Kenobi took a step back. “I--”  

“It isn’t fair,” Bly snapped, moving closer, and oh, it wasn’t, nothing about this was fair, it was brutal and wrong and -- “She’s dead, and you’re still here. Still just fine, aren’t you? Just like always? And you’re sorry?”

Cody stepped between them, one hand extended out towards Bly, mouth moving when he said, “That’s--”

“Why did you get to live?” Bly demanded, trying to bat Cody’s hand out of the way. Cody grunted and reached to grab him. “When she died? Why couldn’t it have been her? Just -- it should have been her, not you, she was--”

His words cut off when his shoulders hit the wall, both Cody’s hands in the front of his blacks, something dark and snapping in Cody’s eyes when he snarled, “That’s enough. Not another kriffing word, do you hear me?”

Bly opened his mouth, and never got a chance to say anything, because Cody jerked back from him at the sound of retching from the fresher. Cody swore, viciously, and pushed him against the wall again. “You stay right there,” Cody snapped, heading for the fresher, reaching for his comm and spitting something into it that Bly didn’t hear.

When Bones showed up, a few moments later, to collect him, Bly went along willingly enough. Whatever anger had moved through him had dissipated as quickly as it had come. He just felt… empty again. Completely empty.

[leanstooneside]

Familiarity breeds contempt

UNDER CLOVER AND BIRDS APROWL ARE IN THE ROOKERIES

DEEP; APERSONAL PROBLEM A LOCATIVE ENIGMA; UPRIGHT ONE VEHICULE OF ARCANISATION IN THE FIELD LYING CHAP FLOODSUPPLIER OF CELICULATION THROUGH EBBLANES; A PART OF THE WHOLE AS A PORT FOR A WHALE; DEAR HEWITT CASTELLO EQUERRY WERE DAYLIGHTED WITH OUR OUTING AND ARE LOOKING BACKWARDS

ALL HIS FOURTEEN OTHER FULLBACK MAULERS OR HURLING STARS OR WHATEVER THE DAGOS THEY ARE BAITING AT MY LORD ORNERY€™S

VICOUS CICLES YET REMEWS THE SAME; THE DRAIN RATS BLESS HIS OFFALS WHILE THE PARK BIRDS CURSE HIS FLOODLIGHTS; PORTOBELLO EQUADOCTA THERECOCTA PERCORELLO; HE POURS INTO THE SOFTCLAD SHELLBORN THE HARD CASH EARNED IN WATLING STREET; HIS BIRTH PROVED ACCIDENTAL SHOWS HIS DEATH ITS GRAVE MISTAKE; BROUGHT US GIANT IVY FROM THE LAND OF YOUNKERS AND BEWITTHERED APOSTOLOPOLOS WITH THE GALE OF HIS GALL; WHILE SATISFIED THAT SOFT YOUTHFUL BRIGHT MATCHLESS GIRLS SHOULD BOSOM INTO FINE SILKCLAD JOYOUS BLOOMING YOUNG WOMEN IS NOT SO PLEASED

ALL FITZPATRICKS IN HIS EMIRATE REMEMBER HIM THE BOYS OF WETFORD HAIL HIM BABU; INDANIFIED HIMSELF WITH BORO TRIBUTE AND WAS SCHENKT PUBLICLY TO BRIGSTOLL; WAS GIVEN THE LIGHT IN DREY ORCHAFTS AND ENTUMULED IN THREEPLEXES; HIS LIKENESS IS IN TERRECUITE

ALL POSH AND ROBBAGE ON A MELODEONTIC SCALE SINCE HIS MAN€™S WHEN IS NO OTHERMAN€™S QUANDOUR MINE DANK YOU

ESCHATOLOGICAL CHAPTERS OF HUMPHREY€™S JUSTESSE OF THE JAYPEES AND HUNTED FOR BY THEBAN RECENSORS WHO SNIFF THERE€™S SOMETHING BEHIND THE BUG OF THE DEAF; THC KING WAS IN HIS CORNERWALL MELKING MARK SO MURRY THE QUEEN WAS STEEP IN ARMBOUR FEELING FAIN AND FURRY THE MAYDS WAS MIDST THE HAWTHORNS SHOEING UP THEIR HOSE OUT PIMPS THE BACK GUARDS POMP! AND PUMP GUN THEY GOES; TO ALL HIS FORETELLERS HE REARED A STONE AND FOR ALL HIS COMETHERS HE PLANTED A TREE; FORTY ACRES SIXTY MILES WHITE STRIPE RED STRIPE WASHES HIS FLEET IN ANNACRWATTER; WHOU MISSED A PORTER SO WHOT SHALL HE DO FOR HE WANTED TO SIT FOR PIMPLOCO BUT THEY€™VE CAUGHT HIM TO STAND FOR SUE?; DUTCHLORD DUTCHLORD OVERAWES US; HEADMOUND KING AND MARTYR DUNSTUNG IN THE YEAST PITRELEPOREIN PETRIN BARTHTHEGRETEBYTHEEXCHANGE; HE HESTENS TOWARDS DAMES TROTH AND WEDDING HAND LIKE THE PRINCE OF ORANGE AND NASSAU WHILE HE HAS TRINITY LEFT BEHIND HIM LIKE BOWLBEGGAR BILLTHEBUSTONLY; BROW OF A HAZELWOOD POOL IN THE DARK; CHANGES BLOWICKS INTO BULLOCKS AND A WELL OF ARTESIA INTO A BIRD OF ARABIA; THE HANDWRITING ON HIS FACEWALL THE CRYPTOCONCHOIDSIPHONOSTOMATA IN HIS EXPRUSSIANS; HIS BIRTHSPOT LIES BEYOND THE HEROSPONT AND HIS BURIALPLOT IN THE PLEASANT LITTLE FIELD; IS THE YLDIST KIOSK

POOR WAIFSTRAYS ON THE PERISH; READS THE CHARMS OF H. C. ENDERSEN ALL THE WEAKS OF HIS EVENIN AND THE CRIMES OF IVAUN THE TAURRIBLE EVERY STRONGDAY MORN; SOAPS YOU SOFT TO YOUR FACE AND SLAPS HIMSELF WHEN HE€™S BADEND; OWNS THE BULGIEST BUNGBARREL THAT EVER WAS TIPTAPPED IN THE PRIVACE OF THE MULLINGAR INN; WAS BOM WITH A NUASILVER TONGUE IN HIS MOUTH AND WENT ROUND THE COAST OF IRON WITH HIS LIFT HAND TO THE SCENE; RAISED BUT TWO FINGERS AND YET SMELT IT WOULD DAY; FOR WHOM IT IS EASIER TO FOUND A SEE IN EBBLANNAH

OLD STOCK COLLAR IS COMING BACK

WHOLE TOWNSHIP CAN SEE HIS HAIRY LEGS; BY STEALTH OF A KERSSE HER AULBURNTRESS ABAFT HIS NAPE SHE HUNG; WHEN HIS KETTLE BECAME A HEARTHSCULDUS OUR THORSTYITES SET THEIR LYMPHYAMPHYRE; HIS YEARLETTER CONCOCTED BY MASTERHANDS OF ASSAYS HIS HALLMARK IMPOSED BY THE STANDARD OF WROUGHT PLATE; A PAIR OF PECTORALS AND A TRIPLESCREEN TO GET A WIND UP; LIGHTS HIS PIPE WITH A ROSIN TREE AND HIRES A TOWHORSE TO HAUL HIS SHOES; CURES SLAVEY€™S SCURVY BREAKS BARONS BOILS; CALLED TO SELL POLOSH AND WAS FOUND LATER IN A BEDROOM; HAS HIS SEAT OF JUSTICE HIS HOUSE OF MERCY HIS COM O€™COPIOUS AND HIS STACKS A€™RYE; PROSPECTOR HE HAD A ROOKSACHT RETROSPECTOR HE HOLDS THE HOLPENSTAKE; WON THE FREEDOM OF NEW YOKE FOR THE MINDS OF JUGOSLAVES; ACTS ACTIVE PEDDLES IN PASSIVISM AND IS A GORGON

BLUE TRAMP THE FUNPOWTHERPLOTHER THE CHRISTYMANSBOXER FROM THEIR PR€šS SAL€šS AND DONNYBROOK PRATER AND ROEBUCK€™S CAMPOS AND THE AGER AROUNTOWN AND CRUMGLEN€™S GRASSY BUT KIMMAGE€™S CHAMP AND ASHTOWN FIELDS AND CABRA FIELDS AND FINGLAS FIELDS AND SANTRY FIELDS AND THE FEELS OF RAHENY AND THEIR FAILS AND BALDOYGLE TO THEM WHO ARE LATECOMERS ALL

MANY PASSIMS I AM WORKING OUT A QUANTUM THEORY ABOUT IT FOR IT IS REALLY MOST TANTUMISING

SINGLE MAIDEN SPEECH LA BELLE SPUN TO HER GRAND MOUNT AND WHOLED A LIFETIME BY HIS AIN FIRESIDE WONDERING WAS IT HEBREW SET TO HIMMELTONES OR THE QUICKSILVERSONG OF QWATERNIONS; HIS TROUBLES MAY BE OVER BUT HIS DOUBLES HAVE STILL TO COME; THE LOBSTER POT THAT CRABBED OUR KEEL THE GARDEN PET THAT SPOILED OUR SQUEEZED PEAS; HE STANDS IN A LOVELY PARK SEA IS NOT FAR IMPORTUNATE TOWNS

SOCIANIST COMMONISER; MADE A SUMMER ASSAULT ON OUR SHORES AND BEGIDDY GOT HIS SANDS FULL; FIRST HE SHOT DOWN RAGLAN ROAD AND THEN HE TORE UP MARLBOROUGH PLACE; CROMLECHHEIGHT AND CROMMALHILL WERE HIS FARFAMED FEETRESTS WHEN OUR LURCH AS LOUT LET FREE INTO THE LUBAR HELOVED; MARESCHALLED HIS WARDMOTES AND DELIMITED THE MAIN; NETTED BEFORE NIBBLING CAN SCARCE TURN A SCALE BUT GROSSED AFTER MEALS WEIGHS A TOWN IN HIMSELF; BANBA PRAYED FOR HIS CONVERSION BEURLA MISSED THAT GRAND OLD VOICE; A COLOSSUS AMONG CABBAGES THE MELARANCITRONE OF FRUITS; LARGER THAN LIFE DOUGHTIER THAN DEATH; GRAN TURCO OREGE FORMENT; LACHSEMBULGER LEPERLEAN; THE SPARKLE OF HIS GENIAL FANCY THE DEPTH OF HIS CALM SAGACITY THE CLEARNESS OF HIS SPOTLESS HONOUR THE FLOW OF HIS BOUNDLESS BENEVOLENCE; OUR FAMILY FURBEAR OUR TRIBAL TARNPIKE; QUARY WAS HE INVINCIBLED AND CUR WAS HE BURKED; PARTITIONED IRSKAHOLM UNITED IRISHMEN; HE TOOK A SVIG AT HIS OWN METHYR BUT SHE TESTED A BIT GORKY AND AS FOR THE SALMON HE WAS COMING UP IN HIM ALL LIFE LONG; COMM EILERDICH HECKLEBURY AND SAWYER THEE WARDEN; SILENT AS THE BEE IN HONEY STARK AS THE BREATH ON HAUWCK COSTELLO KINSELLA MAHONY MORAN THOUGH YOU ROPE AMRIQUE YOUR HOME RULER IS DAN

ASUNDERED; GO AWAY WE ARE DELUDED COME BACK WE

DREARS MAN OR ARE YOU

ANULAR YEARS BEFORE HE WALLOWED ROUND RAGGIANT CIRCOS; THE CABALSTONE AT THE COPING OF HIS CAVIN IS A CANINE CONSTANT

NATIONALIST; SYLVIACOLA IS SHY

PRACTICAL JUSTIFICATION AND CONDAM ANY GOOD TO ITS OWN GRATIFICATION WHO ARE RULED ROPED DUPED

LITTLE RECHERCH€š BRUSH WITH WHAT SCHOTT? AND AS I FURTHER COULD HAVE TOLD YOU AS BRISK AS YOUR D.B.C. BEHAVIOURISTICALLY PAILLET€š WITH A COAT OF HOMOID ICING WHICH IS IN REALITY

FANCY HIM AS SMOKING FAGS HIS AT TIME OF LIFE; MOUNT OF MISH MELL OF MOY; HAD TWO CARDINAL VENTURES AND THREE CAPITOL SINKS; HAS A PEEP IN HIS POCKETBOOK AND A PACKETBOAT IN HIS KEEP; B.V.H. B.L.G. P.P.M. T.D.S. V.B.D. T.C.H. L.O.N.; IS BREAKFATES LUNGER DIENER

MANY HUNDREDS AND MANY SCORE MILES OF STREETS AND LIT THOUSANDS IN ONE NIGHTLIGHTS IN HECTARES OF WINDOWS; HIS GREAT WIDE CLOAK LIES ON FIFTEEN ACRES AND HIS LITTLE WHITE HORSE DECKS BY DOZENS OUR DOORS; O SORROW THE SAIL AND WOE THE RUDDER THAT WERE SET FOR MAIRIE QUAI!; HIS SUNS THE HUNS HIS DARTARS THE TARTARS ARE PLENTY HERE

ISOBARIC PATTIES AMONG THE CREW; ONE ASKS WAS HE POISONED ONE THINKS HOW MUCH DID HE LEAVE; EXGARDENER RIESENGEBIRGER FITTED UP WITH PLANTUROUS EXISTENCIES WOULD MAKE ROSEOOGREEDY MITE€™S LITTLE HOSE; TAUT SHEETS AND SCUPPERS AWASH BUT THE OIL SILK MACK LIEB STERPET MICKS HIS AQUASCUTUM; THE ENJOYMENT HE TOOK IN KAY WOMEN THE EMPLOYMENT HE GAVE TO GEE MEN; SPONSOR TO A SQUAD OF PIERCERS ALLY TO A HOST OF RAWLIES; AGAINST LIGHTNING EXPLOSION FIRE EARTHQUAKE FLOOD WHIRLWIND BURGLARY THIRD PARTY ROT LOSS OF CASH LOSS OF CREDIT IMPACT OF VEHICLES; CAN RANT AS GRAVE AS OXTAIL SOUP AND CHAT AS GAY AS A PORTO FLIPPANT; IS UNHESITENT

SHAGGY NECK FIGURE LEFT HE IS RATIONED

STABLE HAND MUST BEGRIPE FULLSTANDINGLY IRERS€™ LANGURGE JUBLANDER OR NORTHQUAIN BIGGER PREFURRED ALL DUTIES KINE RIGHTS FAMILY FEWD OUTINGS FIVED MAY GET EARNST NO GET COMBITSCH PROFUSIONAL DRINKLORDS TO PLEASE OBSTAIN HE IS FATHERLOW SOUNDIGGED INMOODMINED PERSHOON

NEW; SQUATS AQUART AND CRACKS AQUAINT WHEN IT€™S FLAGGIN IN TOWN AND ON HAVEN; BLOWS WHISKERY AROUND HIS SUMMIT BUT STEHTS STOUT UPON HIS FOOTLES; STUTTERS FORE HE FALLS AND GOES MAD ENTIRELY WHEN HE€™S WAKED; IS TIMB

CIVILISED HUMANITY AND BUT A WART ON EUROPE; WANAMADE SINGSIGNS TO SOUNDSENSE AN YIT HE WANNA GIT ALL HIS FLESCH NUEMAID MOTTS TRULY PRURAL AND PLUSIBLE; HAS EXCISIVELY LARGE RINGS AND IS UNCUSTOMARILY PERFUMED; LUSTETH ATH HE

RIGHT HE IS HOISTED

BLIND TOLL THE DEAF AND CALL DUMB LAME AND HALTY; MIRACULONE MONSTRUCCELEEN; LED THE UPPLAWS AT THE CREATION AND HISSED A SNAKE CHARMER OFF HER STAYS; HOUNDED BECOME HAUNTER HUNTER BECOME FOX; HARRIER MARRIER TERRIER TAV; OLAPH THE OXMAN THORKER THE TOURABLE; YOU FEEL HE IS VESPASIAN

FAT LIKE FATLIKE TALLOW OF GREASEFULNESS YEA OF DRIPPING GREASEFULNESS; DID NOT SAY TO THE OLD OLD DID NOT SAY TO THE SCORBUTIC SCORBUTIC; HE HAS FOUNDED A HOUSE URU A HOUSE HE HAS FOUNDED TO WHICH HE HAS ASSIGNED ITS FATE; BEARS A RAAVEN GEULANT ON A FJELD DUIV; RUZ THE HALO OFFHIS VARLET WHEN HE APPEARED TO HIS SHECOOK AS HAYCOCK EMMET BOARO TOARO OSTERICH MANGY AND SKUNK; PRESSED THE BEER OF ALED AGE OUT OF THE NETTLES OF RASHNESS; PUT A ROOF ON THE LODGE FOR HYMN AND A COQ IN HIS POT PRO HOMO; WAS DAPIFER THEN PANCIRCENSOR THEN HORTIFEX MAGNUS; THE TOPES THAT TIPPLED ON HIM THE TYPES THAT TOPPLED OFF HIM; STILL STARTS OUR HARES YET GATES OUR GOAT; POCKETBOOK PACKETBOAT GAPMAN GUNRUN; THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS DIRE DREARY DARKNESS; OUR AWFUL DAD TIMOUR OF TORTUR; PUZZLING STARTLING SHOCKING NAY PERTURBING; WENT PUFFING FROM KING€™S BRUGH TO NEW CUSTOMS DOFFING THE GIBBOUS OFF HIM TO EVERY BREACH OF ALL SIZE; WITH PA€™S NEW HEFT AND PAPA€™S NEW HELVE HE€™S PAPAPA€™S OLD CUTLASS PAPAPAPA LEFT US; WHEN YOUNGHEADED OLDSHOULDERED AND MIDDLISHNECK AGED ABOUT; CALLER HERRING EVERY €” DAILY TURGID TARPON OVERNIGHT; SEE LORYON THE COMALEON THAT CHANGED ENDOCRINE HISTORY BY LOEVEN HIS LOAF WITH FORTY BANNUCKS; SHE DROVE HIM DAFE TILL HE DRIV HER BLIND UP; THE PIGEONS DOVES BE PERCHIN ALL OVER HIM ONE DAY ON BASLESBRIDGE AND THE RAVENS DUV BE PITCHIN THEIR DARK NETS AFTER HIM THE NEXT NIGHT BEHIND KOENIGSTEIN€™S ARBOUR; TRONF OF THE REP COMF OF THE PRIV PROSP OF THE PUB; HIS HEADWOOD IT€™S IDEAL IF HIS FEET ARE BALLY CLAY; HE

LIBERAL EDUCATION; WAS DIPPED IN HOILY OLIVES AND CHRYSMED IN SCENT OTOOLES; HEARS CRICKET ON THE EARTH BUT ANNOYS THE LIFE OUT OF PREDIKANTS; STILL TURNS THE DURC€™S EAR OF DARIUS TO THE NOW THOROUGHLY INFURIOTED€™ ONE OF GOD; MADE MAN WITH JUTS THAT JERK AND MINTED MONEY MONG MANEY; LIKES A SIX ACUP PUDDING WHEN HE€™S COME WHOME SWEETWHOME; HAS COME THROUGH ALL THE ERAS OF LIVSADVENTURE FROM MOONSHINE AND SHAMPAYING DOWN TO CLOUTS AND POTTLED PORTER; WOOLLEM THE FARSED HAHNREICH THE ALTHE CHARGE THE SACKEND WRITCHAD THE THORD; IF A MANDRAKE SHRICKED TO CONVULTURES AT LAST SURVIVING HIS BIRTH THE WEIBDUCK WILL WAIL BITTERNLY OVER THE ROTTER€™S RESURRECTION; LOSES WEIGHT IN THE MOON NIGHT BUT GIRD GIRDER BY THE SUNDAWN; WITH ONE TOUCH OF NATURE SET A VEILED WORLD AGRIN AND WENT WITHIN A SHEET OF TISSUEPAPER OF THE OPTION OF THREE GAOLS; WHO COULD SEE AT ONE BLICK A SAUMON TAKEN WITH A LANCE HUNTERS PURSUING A DOE A SWALLOWSHIP IN FULL SAIL A WHYTEROBE LIFTING A HOST; FACED FLAPPERY LIKE OLD KING CNUT AND TURNED HIS BACK LIKE CINCINNATUS; IS A FARFAR

FALSE HOOD OF A SPINDLER WEB CHOKES THE CAVEMOUTH OF HIS UNSIGHTLINESS BUT THE NESTLINGS THAT LIVEN HIS LEAFSCREEN SING HIM A LOVER OF ARBUTIES; WE STRIKE HANDS OVER HIS BLOODIED WARSHEET BUT WE ARE PLEDGED ENTIRELY

LONG GUNN BUT NOT FOR COTTON; STOOD HIS SHARP ASSAULT OF FAMINE BUT GREW GIRTHER GIRTHER AND GIRTHER; HE HAS TWENTY FOUR OR SO COUSINS GERMINATING IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA AND A NAMESAKE WITH AN INITIAL DIFFERENCE IN THE ONCE KINGDOM OF POLAND; HIS FIRST€™S A YOUNG ROSE AND HIS SECOND€™S FRENCH€“EGYPTIAN AND HIS WHOLE MEANS A SLUMP AT CHRISTIE€™S; FORTH OF HIS PIERCED PART CAME THE WOMAN OF HIS DREAMS BLOOD THICKER THEN WATER LAST TRADE OVERSEAS; BUYSHOP OF GLINTYLOOK EORL OF HOED; YOU AND I ARE IN HIM

HEAVY SWEARSOME STRONGSMELLING IRREGULARSHAPED MEN SHOULD BLOTTOUT ACTIVE HANDSOME WELLFORMED FRANKEYED BOYS; HERALD HAIRYFAIR ALLOAF THE WHEAT; HUSBAND YOUR AUNT AND ENDOW YOUR NEPOS; HEARKEN BUT HUSH IT SCREEN HIM AND SEE; TIME IS AN ARCHBISHOPRIC TIME

PARLIAMENTARY MOTION THIS TERM WHICH UNDER MY GUIDANCE WOULD ESTABLISH THE DELETERIOUSNESS OF DECOROUSNESS IN THE MORBIDISATION OF THE MODERN MANDABOUTWOMAN TYPE IS TO THE FERA

WHOLE ACCOUNT OF THE SENNACHERIB AS DISTINCT FROM THE SHALMANESIR SANITATIONAL REFORMS AND OF THE MR SKEKELS AND DR HYDES PROBLEM IN THE SAME CONNECTION DIFFERS TOTO COELO FROM THE FRUIT OF MY OWN INVESTIGATIONS €” THOUGH THE REASON I WENT TO JERICHO MUST REMAIN FOR CERTAIN REASONS A POLITICAL SECRET €” ESPECIALLY AS I SHALL SHORTLY BE WANTED IN CAVANTRY I CONGRATULATE MYSELF FOR THE SAME AND OTHER REASONS €” AS BEING AGAIN HOPELESSLY VITIATED BY WHAT I HAVE NOW RESOLVED TO CALL THE DIME AND CASH DIAMOND FALLACY IN HIS TALKED OFF CONFESSION WHICH RECENTLY MET WITH SUCH A LEONINE UPROAR ON ITS ESCAPE AFTER ITS CONFINEMENT WHY AM I NOT BORN LIKE A GENTILEMAN AND WHY AM I NOW SO SPEAKABLE ABOUT MY OWN EATABLES FEIGENBAUMBLATT AND FATHER JUDA €” PEST 5688 A.M. WHOLEHEARTEDLY TAKES OFF HIS GABBERCOAT AND WIG HONEST DRAUGHTY FELLOW IN HIS PUBLIC INTEREST TO MAKE US SEE HOW THOUGH AS HE SAYS: €˜BY ALLSWILL€™ THE INCEPTION AND THE DESCENT AND THE ENDSWELL OF MAN IS TEMPORARILY WRAPPED IN OBSCENITY

SUBSEQUENT SENTENCE ARE ALTERNATIVOMENTALLY

TIONAL BETTERMENT IN THE READJUSTMENT OF THE MORE REFRANGIBLE ANGLES TO THE SQUEALS OF HIS HYPOTHESIS ON THE OUTER TIN SIDES I CAN EASILY BELIEVE HEARTILY IN MY OWN MOST SPACIOUS IMMENSITY AS MY OWNHOUSE AND MICROBEMOST COSM WHEN I AM REASSURED BY RATIO THAT THE CUBE OF MY VOLUMES IS TO THE SURFACES

GREEN MANTLE; OUR FRIEND VIKELEGAL OUR SWARAN FOI; UNDER THE FOUR STONES BY HIS STREAMS WHO VANISHED THE WASSAILBOWL AT THE JOY OF SHELLS; MORA AND LORA HAD A HILL OF A HIGH TIME LOOKING DOWN ON HIS CONFUSION TILL FIRM LOOK IN READINESS FORWARD SPEAR AND THE WINDFOOT OF CURACH STREWED THE LAKEMIST OF LEGO OVER THE LAST OF HIS FIELDS; WE DARKENED FOR YOU FAULTERER IN THE YEAR OF MOURNING BUT WE€™LL FIDHIL TO THE DIMTWINKLERS WHEN THE STREAMY MORVENLIGHT CALLS UP THE SUNBEAM; HIS STRIPED PANTALOONS HIS RATHER STRANGE WALK; HEREDITATIS COLUMNA ERECTA HAGION CHITON ERAPHON; NODS A NAP FOR THE NONCE BUT CROWS CHEERIO WHEN THEY GET ECUNEMICAL; IS A SIMULTANEOUS EQUATOR

MOST CONICAL HODPIECE OF CONFUSIANIST HERONIM AND THAT CHUCHUFFUOUS CHINCHIN OF HIS IS LIKE A FOOTSEY KUNGOLOO

LEGUMINIFEROUS ZONE; WHEN OLDER LINKS LOCK OLDER HEARTS THEN HE€™LL RESEMBLE SHE; CAN BE BUILT WITH GLUE AND CLIPPINGS SCRAWLED OR VOIDED ON A BUTTRESS; THE NIGHT EXPRESS SINGS HIS STORY THE SONG OF SPARROWNOTES ON HIS STAVE OF WIRES; HE CRAWLS WITH LICE HE SWARMS WITH SAGGARTS; IS AS QUIET

EXHAUSTIVE CONFLICT AN OTHO TO RETURN; BURNING BODY TO AIGER AIR ON MELTING MOUNTAIN IN WOOING WAVE; WE GO INTO HIM SLEEPY CHILDREN WE COME OUT OF HIM STRUCKLERS FOR LIFE; HE DIVESTED TO SAVE FROM THE MRS DROWNINGS THEIR RIVAL QUEENS WHILE GRIMSHAW BRAGSHAW AND RENSHAW MADE OFF WITH HIS STOREN CLOTHES; TAXED AND RATED LICENSED AND RANTED; HIS THREEFACED STONEHEAD WAS FOUND ON A WHITEHORSE HILL AND THE PRINT OF HIS COSTELLOUS FEET IS SEEN IN THE GOAT€™S GRASSCIRCLE

RUDE WORD; THE MOUNTAIN VIEW SOME LUMIN PALE ROUND A LAMP OF SUCCAR IN BOINYN WATER; THREE SHOTS A PUDDY AT UP BLUP SADDLE; MADE UP TO MISS MACCORMACK NI LACARTHY WHO MADE OFF WITH DARLY DERMOD SWANK AND SWARTHY; ONCE DIAMOND CUT GARNET NOW DAMMAT CUTS GROANY; YOU MIGHT FIND HIM AT THE FLORENCE BUT WATCH OUR FOR HIM IN WYNN€™S HOTEL; THEER€™S HIS BOW AND WHEER€™S HIS LEAKER AND HEER LAYS HIS BEQUIET HEARSE DEEP; SWED ALBIONY LIKELIEST VILLAIN OF THE PLACE; HENNERY CANTEREL €” COCKRAN EGGOTISTERS LIMITATED; WE TAKE OUR TAYS AND FREES OUR FLEAS ROUND SADURN€™S MOUNTED FOOT; BUILT THE LUND€™S KIRK AND DESTROYED THE CHURCH€™S LAND; WHO GUESSE HIS TITLE GRABS HIS DEEDS; FLETCH AND PRITIES FASH AND CHAPS; ARTFUL JUKE OF WILYSLY; HUGGLEBELLY€™S FUNNIRAL; KUKKUK KALLIKAK; HEARD IN CAMERA AND EXCRUCIATED; BOON WHEN WITH BENCHES BILLETED BANN IF BUCKSHOTBACKSHATTERED; HEAVENGENDERED CHAOSFOEDTED EARTHBORN; HIS FATHER PRESUMPTIVELY PLOUGHED IT DEEP ON OVERTIME AND HIS MOTHER AS ALL EVINCE MUST HAVE TRAVAILLED HER FAIR SHARE; A FOOTPRINSE ON THE MEGACENE HETMAN UNWHORSED BY SEARINGSAND; HONORARY CAPTAIN OF THE EXTEMPORISED FIRE BRIGADE REPORTED TO BE FRIENDLY WITH THE POLICE; THE DOOR IS STILL OPEN

NIGHTLY CONSTERNATION FORTNIGHTLY FORNICATION MONTHLY MISERECORDATION AND OMNIANNUAL RECREATION DOYLES WHEN THEY DELIBERATE BUT SULLIVANS WHEN THEY ARE SWORDSED MATEY TEDDY SIMON JORN PEDHER ANDY BARTY PHILLY JAMESY MOR