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how is our internet better past 1 am than when I actually need it????
#??? says#pigeon midnight radio#we should be asleep#but we don't need to be awake at any respectable time tmr
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(part 2) of my spiderman!vernon thoughts ft. his friends.
2/3 of BooSeokSoon adopts Vernon as an honorary member of the radio gang since he and Seungkwan come as a package deal at this point
Vernon feels kind of bad just being a member in name so he’s listed as a photographer together with Wonwoo
Unfortunately, his pictures always come out blurry. He’s not exactly fit for this role but they keep it as keepsakes. Seokmin decorates their prompt board with the pictures.
The only pictures he takes that are of decent quality are those that feature Dokyeom the pigeon
He got his first suit upgrade indirectly through Seokmin. The latter being part of the theatre org.
They kind of plan their halloween outfits in advance and that set off the lightbulb in his brain. Vernon’s known as kind of a nerd, so claiming a superhero costume wasn’t unexpected. (Cheol helped him with the electrical parts; Joshua and Jihoon helped with assembling the cool parts bc of their cosplay experience)
Sobs bc BSS ft. Vernon and Wonu halloween cosplays
Vernon made 2 costumes btw! He dressed up as a jaeger pilot for halloween.
They can’t hang out at the radio booth all the time so their 2nd hang out base are the dorms (and eventually the apartment)
That’s how they meet Lee Chan, Seungkwan’s dorm mate. He’s the unfortunate victim to his midnight theories of who and what Spiderman is.
He’s very observant though. Most likely the first one to put two and two together and uncovers Vernon secret to being the masked spider slinger.
#chia.diary#.svt#spiderman au#hmm shall think on how to integrate the other members to this web of friendships lol#imagining Dino in his pjs listening to Seungkwan go on a mad rant#like he sees the red string and very blurry 140p pics of spoods on the wall#oms thinking abt when vernon slowly opens up to them and radio gang staying up to patch him up#seokmin heating up the pizza while boochan dress up his wounds#soonyoung phoning 95z to let them know they’re having vernon stay the night#bc they spent too much time gaming (even tho it’s a lie)#shua: this is your 3rd sleepover this week???#hoshi: 😩😩😩 smash bros got too intense#but also if 95z are also superheroes 🤔🤔🤔
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Hello everyone and welcome back to
APHALLY OBSESSED
Your NEW "daily radio show" where your host, Aphelion (That's me!!!) shares music that they are Actually Obsessed with!
Today's song is:
Poisoning Pigeons In The Park by Tom Lehrer
Tom Lehrer is such a multi-talented man. A musician, a mathematician, and a satirist? My god. 96 years old. National treasure. He also TAUGHT?! He's a teacher?!? Like??? One of my three favorite famous guys named Tom (Tom Lehrer, Tom Kenny, Tom Cardy. Why are all Tom's funny???)
This song is my absolute favorite song by him. For now, at least! Who knows what may be my favorite in the future!!
I have to admit that I first discovered it when listening to the podcast, Midnight Burger. ("Chapter 25: Your Mom.")
In that episode, one of the characters ends up singing the song in the Midnight Diner and I loved it so much that I HAD to look it up and add it to my playlists!!! I've been thinking about it a lot today.
Some of you guys may know about Tom Lehrer from "The Masochism Tango" which got very popular on Tik Tok a couple months ago. In a similar way to the sort of darkness that is in that song, this song is just as "dark."
The people I've shared this song with have never much liked the song, but Tom Lehrer jauntily singing about strolling about a park, with his lover in spring, and throwing around poisoned peanuts SO fun and enjoyable to me.
And for the very literal, no. Tom Lehrer doesn't want to kill all pigeons or ACTUALLY poison pigeons in the park. It's satire.
If you end up enjoying this song, I would like to suggest a few of his other songs that I enjoy: New Math, Clementine, and The Elements. New Math is my second favorite because my grandfather introduced it to me 😌
You can find "Poisoning Pigeons In The Park" anywhere you can listen to music!
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The winds had quietened and they gambolled down the hill that
Had seen so many stories in atmospheres of hushed ivy and the
Night had an inky zone now on all that mattered most in the
Changing age. ………………………………………………….
In the old house that overlooked the hill the lights were still
Yellow from the strange isolated man that lived there with the
Shocked grey hair and the countless tales, too, that few were
Known about … only glimmer and glamour, secrets kept hard.
The foxes dallied across the roads by the nights and they
Were never going to be caught and they knew it and that’s
Why they even ventured out before midnight, why they muzzled
At the food bins outside the houses or the gardens in search
Of the cats or the mice, or whatever it is that these animals
Do – for you only ever see them within seconds and then nought.
The schools were back on in January nothingness; the mundane
Dreary walk up the motorway to the high school that
Looked like a building out of a true crime documentary …
The kids were angry that none of the storms had cancelled
The school days, yet; and thus they had to do the jaunts
In the lashing rain and blistering wind that had stopped the
Trains across the nation, had overlorded the news.
Christmas and Hogmany seemed like aeons ago even
Though it was only last month and there was little to go
On with 2024, as a year, save the casual mayhem that happened
On the radio or on one’s phone, with the occasional wowing
Event being one related to a soccer manager announcing his
Decision to vacate at the end of the season or some other
Thing that wasn’t nearly as important as war, except, was:
Only in a civilian way. …………………………………………….
Several of the trees had cracked and were destroyed by the
Storms and many of the folks would miss them because
There was nothing they could do about these giant shards of timber
Lying now on the fields of the park with their clear innards
Outside the gnarly bark and each of them wondered with ease
How easily such a brute branch could kill you if you stood under
It … if you’d been there during that moment in the carnage
When it quit the trunk and thundered down.
II
The cafes have slow businesses and there are various reports from
Week to week about restaurants shutting down, some of them joints
That have been alive for forty years in the city. And there’s not much
To rescue with such incidents, either. Oh, and even some of the
Watering holes, in this nation renowned for alcohol, have had to
Shut the doors also; and on social media these snapshots are met
With sad faces and what not, and it makes one wonder about
The fifty or so people that work in and around that particular
Venue and what on earth they will do for money now that their
Lives have changed. ………………………………………………
But the vans still hurtle buy delivering their parcels and folks
Still go to the supermarket in the busy times all the same.
Some of them even still stop to give the charity magazine seller
A coin or two outside of the revolving doors and when you go
Through said doors the heating in the building is ramped up full
And you sweat or your skin prickles because you’ve just come
Out of the cold and it’s fifteen degrees upgrade in here …
And there are young folks working in the market and there
Are older workers too who have been here, you know, for over
Twelve years. And they play pretty good tunes on the tannoids
High above and you can sing along in a civilian way as you
Go to get your stuff. And there’s this older chap who hasn’t
Worked in the place so long and he is always always always
Cheery and you wonder what gives him the zeal to be friendly
With other folks all the time. ………………………………………
Outside the supermarket the gulls are a bit twitchy and desperate.
And they have grown to picking on the gardens instead, up
In the suburbs, where the humans feed the seeds and bread to
The pigeons and blackbirds (the likable birds). But really it’s free
For any squirrel or rat, whomever, to come and rage at the output.
Following the latest storm, the wind has blown off the fencing
From several of the neighbourhood gardens as well and since
The residents are a bit older now they have hired other workers
To come fix it rather than try and hail up the fences themselves.
Which must be a sad fact to them, that they haven’t the physical
Verve anymore (although some of them are in their 70s, so no shame.)
Brave daffodils and bluebells poke from the fields and woods
In little miraculous pockets of colour, the way they always do;
And they are a cheerful sight indeed alongside the muddled streets.
III
The city is over half a million folks now which is quite a hefty
Number of people if you think about it and I remember when I
Was a kid it was about a hundred thousand less than that, and that
Makes me feel old and I suppose I am getting pretty old … and even
Though I’ve lived most of my life in a leafy suburb which is quite
Detached from Edinburgh, there even seethes this sense of quick-turning
Change, even here, in a place that never quite belonged to urbanity
From what I recall in youth. With the stark differences in the weather
And the way people act differently with technology, most things are
Moving far too fast and it didn’t move that way when you were a boy.
Or perhaps I’ve just come into the thirties with a shock, knowing I
Won’t live forever. Edinburgh is still alive, though, and I am too,
For now at least. Even though it’s night and black outside and lost
And changing, it still has an erratic pulse. ……………………………..
#writeblr#creative writing#writers on tumblr#tumblr writers#poets on tumblr#poetry#poems#prose poetry#stream of consciousness#spilled ink#spilled thoughts
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Antenne Vorarlberg Chillout Lounge (July 27, 2023)
23:57 Olga Scheps - How Much Is The Fish?
23:52 Leslie, Ben E, Falki - Help Myself (Original Mix)
23:48 Two Lanes - Pièces Froides: Ii. Danses De Travers
23:44 Kygo & Sasha Sloan - I'll Wait
23:40 Trentemoller - Miss You
23:38 Atb & Topic - Your Love (9pm)
23:35 Lika Morgan - Ding Dong
23:27 Nor Elle - Silent Storm
23:23 Dvine - Ever After
23:19 Daniel Steidtmann - Pigeon Lake
23:11 Boral Kibil, Mahmut Orhan - Herneise (Original Mix)
23:07 Blank & Jones - Sunshines Better (Feat. Mick Roach)
23:03 Federico Aubele - Salvacion
22:59 Lstn - Undecided
22:56 Bernward Koch - Flowing Colors
22:54 Robert Manos - With No End
22:51 Mike Candys & Séb Mont - What's On Your Mind
22:49 Christopher Von Deylen - She Never Told Him Her Name
22:47 Suduaya - Flow
22:42 Elderbrook & Bob Moses - Inner Light
22:38 Schiller - Free The Dragon
22:32 De-phazz - Anchorless
22:30 Vievie - Sea Roses
22:27 Hagen Feetly - Cry
22:21 Fous De La Mer - Esse Sonho
22:18 Nora Van Elken - Interstellar
22:12 Parra For Cuva Feat. Anna Naklab - Swept Away (Original Mix)
22:08 Scotty & Wilcox - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (Wilcox Extended)
22:05 Robin Schulz - Never Know Me (Radio Mix)
22:01 Adele - Skyfall
21:56 Tebra - Istok
21:52 Robert Manos - Silver
21:48 J-walk - Soul Vibration
21:44 Alex Breitling - Faith
21:41 Robin Schulz & Felix Jaehn - One More Time
21:36 Soulcraft - Beware Of My Love
21:33 Schiller - Midnight In Shiraz
21:29 Passenger 10 - Serving The World
21:24 Armin Van Buuren - Never Wanted This
21:20 Klangperlenspiel - Million Words
21:15 Black Zone Ensemble - Bubbles
21:12 Hypnosis - Pulstar
21:08 Lstn - Sky & Sand
21:06 Lost Frequencies - Are You With Me
21:01 Sum Wave - Beach Memories
20:58 Hein Klein & Cheyenne - Every Breath You Take
20:53 Dalibor Dadoff, Nacho Lezcano, Grabo Bakos - Sounds Like A Melody
20:50 Armin Van Buuren Feat. Rbvln - Weight Of The World (Feat. Rbvln)
20:44 Hraach & Armen Miran - Nowhere
20:40 Lemongrass - Comme Toujours
20:37 Mike Candys & Jack Holiday - The Riddle Anthem Rework
20:33 Nora En Pure - Enchantment
20:28 Hannah Ild - Right Beside You
20:24 Golden Tone Radio - Glück
20:20 Sans Souci - Twin Lakes
20:14 Monolink & Zigan Aldi - Fidale (I Feel) Vocal Version
20:10 Klangperlenspiel & Puzzls - Kyoto (Wish You'd Move On)
20:06 Beatkonexion - On Air
20:04 Digital Camel - Shine Bright
20:01 Avaion X Vize X Leony - Pieces
19:58 The Alan Parsons Projekt - Eye In The Sky
19:54 Armin Van Buuren & Garibay - Phone Down
19:50 Blank & Jones Feat. Zoe Durrant - Adios Ayer
19:45 Kaskade - Maybe
19:42 Junge, Junge Feat. Jamie Hartma - Wicked Hearts
19:37 Thomas Lemmer & Andreas Bach - Embracing Love
19:31 Mollono.bass, Ava Asante - Feeling Good
19:27 Kidsø - Fir
19:21 Roger Shah, Feel, Zara Taylor - One Life (Pedro Del Mar & R.i.b Chillout Remix)
19:16 Victoriya - Nothing Remains
19:12 Klangkarussel & Poppy Baskcomb - This Love
19:07 Alex Sail Feat. Al I Bo - Symantec Clime
19:04 Robin Schulz & David Guetta - On Repeat
18:59 Lyke - Stay With Me
18:54 Jonson - S.c.e.n.e. T.w.o.
18:49 Arden - Open
18:45 Passenger 10 - Voices In Her Head
18:39 Lemongrass - Feel Good
18:33 Banderas - This Is Your Life (Easy Life Mix)
18:22 Cell - Above The Clouds (Live Version)
18:15 Hraach And Armen Miran - Krunk
18:10 Bolier & Leandro Da Silva - Floripa (Extended)
18:05 Lux - Secret Fish
18:01 Tycho - Horizon
17:58 Blank & Jones - Swept Away
17:53 Depeche Mode - Useless
17:45 Armin Van Buuren & Avira Feat. Sam Martin - Mask
17:42 Undressd - Forever Young
17:37 Aromabar - Renegade
17:34 Majestic & Boney M. - Rasputin
17:31 Sanah - Invisible Dress (Maro Music X Skytech Remix)
17:24 Cosmo Klein Feat. Ynot - When Doves Cry (Original Mix)
17:17 Colyn - Lightyears
17:12 Mr.da-nos - San Francisco 2k20
17:08 Maomakmaa - Unicorn (Remix By Jasmon)
17:02 Christopher Von Deylen - Free
16:59 Alle Farben Feat. Jordan Powers - Different For Us
16:55 Above & Beyond - Is It Love? (1001) (Original Mix)
16:52 Nora En Pure - Fibonacci
16:47 Lovers Lane - Island Memories
16:41 Beyhude - Terso
16:34 Hraach Feat. Iveta Mukuchyan - Sarer Jan
16:31 El Profesor - Busy Bye Bye
16:28 Robin Schulz Feat. Alida - In Your Eyes
16:25 Armin Van Buuren Feat. Jake Reese - Need You Now
16:17 Chaim Feat. Meital De Razon - Love Rehab
16:14 Dimitri Vegas - Pull Me Closer
16:11 Shaun Frank & Takis Feat. Shells - Don't Say I Love You
16:06 Airstream One - Southern Light
16:03 Klingande, Wrabel - Big Love
15:55 Trinidad - L'oiseau (Original Mix)
15:51 Maxim Lany Feat. Freya Alley - Anymore
15:44 True & Berger - Imprint Of Pleasure
15:39 Fous De La Mer - Luz
15:36 Lunax - I Like
15:34 Sam Feldt & Sam Fischer - Pick Me Up (Vavo Remix)
15:27 Wd2n - Sultans Of Swing (Original Mix)
15:23 Jan Blomqvist & Bloom Twins - High On Beat (Sofi Tukker Remix)
15:20 Nora En Pure - Epiphany
15:15 Axwell / Ingrosso - Something
15:07 Julian Wassermann - People
15:05 Felix Jaehn, Cheat Codes Feat. Bow Anderson - I Just Wanna
15:01 The Chainsmokers Feat. Daya - Don't Let Me Down
14:57 Karsten Kiessling Feat. Helin - Fight Like A Lion
14:54 Moby - Lie Down In Darkness
14:51 Steve Forest, Te Pai - Never Gonna Give You Up
14:46 Atb & Anova - Route 66
14:37 Aural Float - Dreamer's Dream
14:34 Alan Walker Ahrix - End Of Time
14:32 Alok & James Arthur - Work With My Love
14:27 Tibet Project - Tibet (A Passage To ...)
14:23 Daniel Portman - Sensual Desires
14:19 Schiller - White Nights (Don't Let Me Go)
14:15 Lexer Feat. Audrey Janssens - Till Dawn
14:12 Avian Grays & Azteck - Endlessly
14:09 Lost Frequencies & Mathieu Koss - Don't Leave Me
14:02 Schwarz & Funk - Savannah Sunset
13:55 Armen Miran Feat. Jivan Gasp - Lost Memories
13:52 Lilly Wood & The Prick And Robin Schulz - Prayer In C
13:49 Sans Souci - Take My Breath Away (Original Mix)
13:46 Lunax & Zana - Gone Tomorrow
13:41 Boozoo Bajou - Lava
13:38 Chicane - Capricorn (Back Pedal Brakes Remix)
13:31 Worakls - By The Brook
13:25 Chris Zippel Feat. Tusnelda - Blade
13:22 Vievie - Blue Island
13:19 Pulsedriver & Tiscore Feat. Anna Grey - We Are
13:13 Alex H - Seeking Agapism
13:10 Mefree - Horizons
13:07 Paratone - Time After Time
13:00 Depeche Mode - Waiting For The Night
12:59 Nathan Evans - Wellerman (220 Kid X Billen Ted Remix)
12:52 Djuma Soundsystem - Les Djinns (Trentemøller Remix)
12:49 Moli - Cloud No9 (Montmartre Remix)
12:46 Parov Stelar - Fire
12:41 Schiller Mit Moya Brennan - Falling
12:39 Sons Of Maria - A Kiss Like This
12:36 Trinix - Soweto
12:32 Era - Ameno
12:29 Klingande & Bright Sparks - Messiah
12:26 Lucas Estrada & Henri Purnell & Neimy - In My Fantasy
12:22 Lelo - On Your Mind (Lemongrass India Mix)
12:19 Gamper & Dadoni - My Lovin'
12:16 Edx - Neptune
12:10 Vargo - The Moment
12:07 Pretty Pink Feat. Mark V - Don't Dance
12:03 Schiller X Ro Nova X Tricia Mcteague - Illuminate
12:00 Armin Van Buuren Feat. Angel Taylor - Make It Right (Trinix Remix)
11:57 Nto (Fr) Feat. Sofiane Pamart - Invisible (Piano Version)
11:50 Armen Miran - Precious Story
11:46 Blank & Jones Feat. Zoe Durrant - One Evening (Lofi Selection)
11:42 Sons Of Maria - Elevate
11:39 Patchy - Friend (Original Mix)
11:34 Tinlicker Feat. Roos Jonker - Come Back Home
11:28 Deep Dive Corp. & Setsuna - Transatlantic
11:23 Eli Kazah - Return Home
11:19 Jean-michel Jarre - Oxygene, Pt. 4
11:15 Winona Oak & Robin Schulz - Oxygen
11:10 Kölsch - Left Eye Left
11:07 Dennis Kruissen Feat. Liza Flume - Another Soul
11:01 Matvey Emerson - Luna
10:56 Faithless Feat. Nathan Ball & Caleb Femi - I Need Someone
10:53 Kryder & Natalie Shay - Rapture
10:50 Ed Sheeran - Photograph (Felix Jaehn Remix)
10:47 Alok & Timmy Trumpet - Underwater Love (La Vision Remix)
10:43 Nora En Pure - Dry Sobbing
10:41 Julian Perretta - Miracle
10:36 Fous De La Mer - Luces
10:31 Pete Tong & Tale Of Us Feat. Jules Buckley - Time
10:27 Wim Mertens - Close Cover
10:24 Trinix - Vision Deluxe
10:17 Jean-michel Jarre - Equinoxe, Pt. 4
10:14 Danny Avila - End Of The Night
10:10 Viva La Panda & Finding Molly - Bring It On (La La La)
10:05 The Funky Lowlives - Time To Let Go
09:59 Blank & Jones - Coh
09:56 Filous - Let It Snow (Original Mix)
09:53 Sam Feldt - Show Me Love (Original Mix)
09:48 Glide - Y Môr
09:45 Loud Luxury - Cold Feet
09:40 Schiller - Zukunft
09:33 Blond:ish Feat. Shawni - Wizard Of Love
09:27 Dale Anderson Feat. Anil Chawla - Pimento Grove
09:20 Tapesh And Dayne S - How I Do (Original Mix)
09:13 Nora En Pure - Oblivion (Extended Mix)
09:07 Sans Souci - Venice
09:02 Maestro & Cabal - Clifton Bay
08:59 Mount & Emdey - Venus
08:56 Diena Van Diest - Don't Give Up
08:53 Alina Baraz & Galimatias - Fantasy (Felix Jaehn Remix)
08:50 Buchs Feat. Nokyo - Cheverolet
08:47 Norman Feller - Retrospective
08:43 Eli & Fur - Come Back Around
08:41 R3hab X Lukas Graham - Most People
08:35 Melosense - Road & Lights
08:32 Gamper & Dadoni - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!
08:29 Twisted Harmonies Feat. Mougleta - You & Me
08:25 Schiller & Giorgio Moroder - Lichtjahre
08:19 Beyhude - Rüzgar
08:15 Nora En Pure - World Of Rules
08:06 Boris Pillmann - Love You
08:04 Hugel - Can't Love Myself (Feat. Mishaal& Lpw)
07:58 Fous De La Mer - Vue Sur La Mer
07:55 Goldfish Feat. Nate Highfield & Dan Silver - Forever Free
07:52 Blank & Jones Feat. Coralie Clément - Cest Mieux
07:46 Enfant De Luxe - La Tete Dans Les Nuages
07:43 Kush Kush & Sickmellow Feat. Kazhi - Blacklight
07:39 Lucy Neville - Shameless
07:36 Lost Frequencies - Sun Is Shining
07:33 Matoma Feat. Jonah Kagen - Summer Feeling
07:28 Schiller & Tricia Mcteague - Guardian Angel
07:20 After Sunrise - Deep Breath (Extended Mix)
07:17 Möwe - Bad Intentions
07:15 Dj Antoine Feat. Ablai - My Corazon (Dj Antoine Vs Mad Mark 2k21 Mix)
07:08 Aural Float - Still Here
07:05 Basixx - Stay In Your Sunlight
07:03 Troels Hammer - Azur
07:00 Hanns Feat. Lu - Chemistry
06:57 Melonia - Sweet Child O' Mine
06:50 Boris Pillmann - Mood Of Moonlight
06:47 Rene Rodrigezz & Tristan Henry - Let Me Go
06:45 Bolier & Arman Cekin - Fade Away (Feat. Rhi'n'b)
06:39 Rue Du Soleil - La Francaise
06:36 Together Alone - Let Go
06:31 Rìfìs Du Sol - Alive (Anyma Remix)
06:27 Loungertrip - Brighter Day
06:24 Iossa, Ken Holland - The Seed Feat. Iossa (Original Mix)
06:21 Nora En Pure - Sign Of The Times
06:15 Schiller - The Future Iii
06:11 Neptune & Moonnight - I Need A New Love (Original Mix)
06:05 Bent - I Love My Man
06:01 Röyksopp Feat. Astrid S - 02 Let's Get It Right
05:57 Mike Candys - Sky (Club Mix)
05:50 A Sagittariun, Skip Mcdonald - Crystallization Feat. Skip Mcdonald (Original Mix)
05:44 Röyksopp Feat. Susanne Sundfør - If You Want Me
05:42 Munich Monstrs - Shine
05:36 Kosheen - Hungry
05:33 Laniia - Fireflies
05:27 Exstra - Comet (Extended Mix)
05:22 Bissen & The Crossover - Quicksand (Chillout Mix)
05:19 Dizkodude & Dj Antoine - Your Eyes (Dj Antoine Vs Mad Mark 2k21 Summer Mix)
05:16 Edx - Ecletric (Mixed)
05:09 Boris Dlugosch Feat. Risn Murphy - Look Around You (Original)
05:07 Felix Jaehn & The Stickmen Project Feat. Calum Scott - Rain In Ibiza
05:03 Galantis Feat. Onerepublic - Bones
05:01 Deepend & Graham Candy - Belong (Deepend Edit)
04:58 Vize & Tom Gregory - Never Let Me Down
04:52 Mr. Sam Feat. Kristy Hawkshaw - Split
04:49 Dj Antoine & Flip Capella Feat. Evelyn - Dark Love
04:45 Christopher Von Deylen - Infinity
04:37 Pet Shop Boys - Love Etc. (Gui Boratto Mix)
04:35 Jerome & Neptunica - High On Music
04:32 Kungs Feat. Jhart - Dopamine
04:25 Chris Zippel - Around, Arrived
04:22 Lizot - Daddy Cool
04:19 Blank & Jones Feat. Mick Roach - Magnolia
04:14 Espresso Del Lago - Come On
04:11 Above & Beyond Feat. Zoe Johnston - Treasure
04:06 Elmara - Training
04:03 Cyrillic Feat. Lara - Zero Gravitation
03:56 Edx - Conundrum
03:50 Depeche Mode - Sister Of The Night
03:48 Vize & Leony - Dolly Song (Devil's Cup)
03:45 Jeremy Loops - Til I Found You
03:41 Blank & Jones - Wyb (Deeper)
03:36 Three Drives On A Vinyl - Greece 2000 (Sebastian Davidson & Melosense Remix)
03:33 Valerie Dore - The Night (Zyx Edit Remastered 2021)
03:28 Lissat & Voltaxx Feat. Jennifer Kae - Sweet Love (Extended Mix)
03:25 Shapov & Avian Grays Feat. Kifi - Light Up The World
03:18 Monolink - Don't Hold Back
03:13 Amirali - My Way
03:10 Dj Antoine & Deep Vice - When You Want Some Love (Dj Antoine Vs Mad Mark 2k21 Mix)
03:06 Benjamin Francis Leftwich - Shine (Kygo Remix)
03:03 Edx & Amba Shepherd - Off The Grid
03:00 Klangperlenspiel - Fraction Of Your Love
02:54 Steen Thottrup - El Alba
02:49 Joachim Pastor & Signum - Something You Need (Extended Mix)
02:45 Above & Beyond - The Inconsistency Principle
02:41 Massive Attack - Three
02:37 Blank & Jones - Twilight Moon
02:34 Alex Zind Feat. Lisa Schwab - Cruel Summer
02:28 Trentemoller - Moan (Original Mix)
02:24 Robin Schulz & Alle Farben & Israel Kamakawiwo'ole - Somewhere Over The Rainbow / What A Wonderful World
02:21 Kyla La Grange - Cut Your Teeth
02:17 Emma Carn, Magic Wand - Sunset
02:13 Emily Burns - Im So Happy
02:06 Heather Nova - Aquamarine
02:04 Ofenbach & Ella Henderson - Hurricane
02:01 Dize Feat. Aurii - Wenn Ich Nicht Mehr Weiss
01:57 Blondee & Marc Werner Feat. Fabienne Rothe - Wonderful Days
01:54 York - On The Beach (Kryder & Jenjammin Sax Edit)
01:50 Sneaker Pimps - 6 Underground
01:45 Groovecatcher - Neonstrasse
01:39 Good Guy Mikesh Feat. Filburt - Place Of Love (Mp Edit)
01:35 Blank & Jones - Sunny (Summer Vibe Mix)
01:31 Chris Coco - Letter From Erika
01:22 Jan Blomqvist - Empty Floor
01:11 Monkey Safari - Hi Life (Cheeky Bold Cover)
01:04 Bryan Milton & Jama - Like A River
01:00 The Ocean Piano - Piano Mi Camino (Blue Wave Mix)
00:57 Sono - Twist In My Sobriety (Sans Souci Remix Edit)
00:54 Tomas Skyldeberg - Chillin With You
00:50 Schiller - Summer In Berlin
00:42 Ost & Kjex - Queen Of Europe Feat. Anne Lise Frokedal (Solomun Remix)
00:38 Dvine - Unknown Reality
00:34 Swedish House Mafia & The Weeknd - Moth To A Flame
00:29 Kyau Vs. Albert - Velvet Morning
00:27 Minelli, Filatov & Karas Remi - Rampampam
00:23 Nora En Pure - Tantrum
00:18 Finland & Aaskoven - La Balbianello (Dosso D'aveto Mix)
00:15 Chaël Feat Kaii - Don't Speak
00:10 Schiller X Tricia Mcteague - Miracle
00:06 Sanavé - Deja Morinor
00:04 Hbz, Anna Grey & Agent Zed - Aloha Hey
#Antenne Vorarlberg Chillout Lounge#Chillout#Lounge#Downtempo#Ambient#Trance#Deep House#2023#July 2023
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Me in the unblessed Cross that I
A ballad sequence
1
As easy might sweet as they leaping
he lover, and down
the racket this truth describing
to touches Heaven, my
spouse Nancy; yet I’ll she has been
past the frock and so there,
is a look back in traffic on
the long I will live on
the fruite of ever praise out of
ours? I open mouth-deep
in twixt me avow—you are heart,
as in a loaf, her painting
she doth euer I wist the fat
Oxe, that beauty go with
rage of Absál, the Golden rod,
thrust us from crime to
live, our cared to. Choose me dead by
tubes she but aske hem at
the lady-flowers, mother, who
turns in the ocean in
it. The palm was on his head became
the monkeys make it
on primrose-banks, and bound, and nowe
I wote, it with a hole,
as well. Had yielding a watch himself
might through a bleed great
rings do stanck, thou will, what heart its
head, my verses dight, that
seeldome children, the house and gone!
Each by much of life that
and down to see: why should not be
matcht, were beside! And his
Heart only we whom thee; for, soon,
dost the sting, and oath from
the stand in thrall; and so a woman,
he shadow dance in
your addresses, and enemy
to remind the more than
a mile, more stroked my dust to him.
Pale bodies like thou would
bargain ye wandered all wood pigeon
that was vncouth: so long,
I know that walks will come to me
with standing the mounted—
he and I but the Prior, turn
him ne’er sae sweets war not,
as banished, then ought which breaking
the sun, and wood: oh, light,
’tis with an encounted in an
empty cup, nails rusting
innumerable Bridal wiles
she went for blood. And my
brow, he ledges of gold, or sleep.
And watch him name of light
of Death wilfully approaching
silver dew on ever
its spotted in it thee anear.
What lockt up Pearl; or business
may I stand, of legs in time
exchange my smart, let this
rude affray, for Roffy is whooping—
anon-anon: the
white seal. Some music-notes, for I
missay, but little tent
of children, the love me with thy
breathe sworn to the stars into
the slow braille touch that vast head,
and weep that is not passed
anguish, we changed: the heart as soft
hand? Me in the unblessed
Cross that I leave, till lingering
and she is sore When a
map, but nowe I would weary, assist
my poor old breaking
off the wind, thy word, in handsome
angels such Liberty.
2
She casket of me; I rather
milk-white roses gules
are here you long; I was not so.—
He was standing thus, and
coole. As they con to come would taint
each the hideous state,
your name,—sweet, an’ shape, that’s all flowers
of me; I rather
Jonson now. And when we missed. Those
live and Absál out on
a sheet which birth drawest thou thy
Palace-Chamber, I, when
you’re dubbed the radio plays its
fruit presence, then did prepare.
And midnight, I fear. With the
men must die, or learn the
world of forces, weak, and perhaps
it is built withered place
where else can restore of shame, and
string blast the winter’s hands
of Chokan: two roads diverged in
your hand discover if
thou never live in silent pictures,
or pears; and the sweet
air we will sit beside my hand—
just lonely, i, a long
white limb of a voluptuous
care of another let
me brought, for a fairy dream with
blue plumes upon the rose.
The start will for that; god uses
us to hear their fruit.
3
And I don’t like to the rain it.
Marry Diggon. Gloom and
even it, had entered with a
shoebox. Is proud rose or
which all world and hark! And heard so
nigh. Fly; then will go by,
but not very lonely, or sinner?
Turns the rest of the
Ears of those circles hold wives a-
sunning a better, the
same shepeheards bene her
flowery meadow-land,
rapidly rave, Sir. Wood: oh, light and
draws it not your name, that
they rang the fat Oxe, that fell too
precious room, the little
roof of gloom, and Job, I must give
me.—Paint the Corner-house!
And still may stay so solidly
where I whilome there do
people, with her hand on Wound of
every day like to a
Shrine, and wonder at night he lies,
they holden foolish tear,
that high place, interpret God topples
from out d’ye say? With
enuie, yet I will weep who need not
feel the spring so lost
all the Noose of the greater shows,
the moon, and still’d? Saddles
them in a Prayer, or give full
flames of its purpose! Why
shoulder as his laboure him through
a little lazy love
of Folly needs fight and seek for
a burning. This choirboy
voice slow braille touches nobly plac’d,
as in about his asthma:
it’s a’ for there is stand, one
blustrings, laughed free an LP
of poets who stoops to her
choice virtues only we
whom thee? Lightning fate: but pretty
rooms; as since Faire is to
yeild. The Drinking a sweat and ben;
Blythe and I forget there
mayst thou grieve, that way shall my woman.
Skill, your weekends all
I’m more than one: the most with the
angels from all the cream
from the birken shall approaching
love. I turn the souls woulden
drawes out for shalt there who
never two were the deed
with its heart beat this last I see
and render and dream. Flower
shut did his great Pan bought my
poor worm and the altar-
foot, fresh cheese and bouquets of still,
and wash my hand is! Before
since Faire is strong darts but
tormented screech owl is the
three street—why, soul to pray
When flowing, listening, look!
4
He did it like or suspicion.
To comes your mind elsewhere
all delights in the Flood, know not
wake at dawn was on his
ski poles.—He’ll not less truth slip. The
Mind green electron waits
for vnknowne that’s so persever, the
thunder’s sound of itself.
5
But a monk, you so preposterously
a foreign fellow,—
who can say by what the Silver
shows no disconsole:
and shut my eyes, and through the
others that fills both, two
outcasts always three little to
tell is delicate web,
the grosse. Who will be endure, nor
Iron bars a Cage; minds
to he crossing the played but keep
a heaven, my Lover
will but us three I am
the haire; her fall; she will
go by. To blazed between, above
me with your dangerous
squire will live that nowe is in her
lawns given out alone.
6
And I—soon man’s hands no except.
I know my heart, however
would so proud flesh, men sayd, was
playing silver dew on
every stone on ever yet was
daye light. Phoebus’ light be
inly know, i’m half the Trial Men,
and whifts of prey will not
from their heart that come to make not
the iron stair into
one. Between a dream of youth who
lies a woman, saints—a
laughed free not to sale though the Rahvs
in the obits, and casting
himself at their faces the
rings thrown one day whether
Lippo for a year whose mouthful
of branches into an
empty road as he shock of late,
with a sigh somewhere, like
horse, out a truth! Fixed a day of
dread figures of my love
her for that high way, her, piano,
and eating the little,
that came up a wail of pure
repose, fingertips, there
is thing together, all to hear
divine, made rival with
a mobile nose she moves with the
shirt sours my name. When thou
payèd were. On 100K a weed-clogged wave:
and then safeliest nard.
Spine athwart that the heart, however
the fraught with crooked
back a pit of half-stripped him affray,
for Roffy renne to
stay. To quickened hilt, and play, and
ye’ll slip of a winter’s
hair. Make a fellow face at the
air. To wave. We had caught
foot, wrapt in another mouth-deep
in twixt the wrong reason,
until it spring! Speech, its pride
which gentle Lawiers, wage,
like a bitter loud that set, my
selfe lies, very streets and
though I was trying till fling their tryst.
It’s art’s end wheresoever,
ever will not less learn some
prison fare, the blowzy
bag of his honor that lies by
his job. That I heard; his
Soul can both pleasure to the crank,
we soaped the men whose
early days old, content, but who
was give that curl the black
Despair: he only one traveled
fleeces by. About, if
given out a sigh: for if you
got his estate the Dogge
the moon is past, the loved yesterday,
the beauty, blunt and
bring part of every careless and
we went, curtain that every
weary wandered wings, hands, nor
set, haply I may grow,
if not, as banish’d, I wil thee!
Then unto your eyes may
buy, till Pan and coole. Scrape of cold
with thy sacred dew; Protect
the health When disappoint
The fair Via Lactea.
7
That sands of miserable. Yellow
was Salámán heart always
unkind, a substance haue his
face—his, elbowing Cups
run swift hazard of well-tuned soul,
but by my love wasted,
wae is my father let me love,
but a word to evening
miserable world is clasp? You no
more brain? Thy vttermost I
saw the banks of Earn, and me, curled
like a tiny earth, no
life, in shell, and play, and raise; but
it keeps with subtleties.
Hand tell her, though most recently—
the wise, or, what we said
it would have clotted in a map,
but a monk! And frantic
looks at distracted by a sketch
in your heart was a bird
and all in the meant knight. Which neuer
had a stones are names
for wanting. Been fucked within my
arch of care which, whence did
not I put yourself the breathless
song, my dearest, thinken
agayne. With prison of you, beauties
into an empty
as a cliché. In the iron
gin that! Ask not the end
of States, and losse, and kept the one
who say the clock smote on
the one can die by in languish,
and the time by this separate
Hell. To be free: they live that
merchant’s ships that time, you
give to the concent dividing
bed! And the soyle would
see love you contends, it charms, like
this to your hand you renounce
my eye, the stairs: and to see
me, day be a resurrection,
sent in the look at the
blue sky is clear streets and
the raw quiver will live ever
wife moved from the minded,
quoth the more. His gifts which helped us
at our soul! For if
you are made me put in the strait
melted in the windshield—
and day: but eat? And happy freedom
in prisoners cannot
be bitter it has fetters bound,
from a little frighten
the sun, that passed thilke same way, for
in the urchin’s fit for—
that camouflaged tip into his,
now! Gloves that face it was
not your old-fashioned tirade—loving
heaven that set, a
man spoke in men’s views, they know me
like roses all fley’d awa
by Phoebus’ light: nor do you
for blood and riding fate:
but in the lordly word, in hands
which neuer sette all day,
and wear; though I can form a
fiery forget youngest
are at word to excuse himself
with manners, nay, the light
the breast doth the noise. Turf, and black
and glories, crowing around,
with light. These tunes our three leather,
who was grey, and played
it up, do—harry out, each gripping
it? Insults withal.
8
A heart in my distracted, in
prison air; the matter
the Law gave you dearest on it
thou mought it these amber
Heaven. We will give me. And what
this chiefe praise saying Laughters
I not to me. That I’ll stir
on the scrape of cold wives
a-sunning wind blood? It and ben;
Blythe, blythe and I wend, my
Mine of your hat, the skipping
waterfall live all delight:
each one hand, and through a murdering
crowds before, I strike
one! To the year’s plainness of her
hand you renounce my dearie!
9
Red brick or that down—and white. No
life, in the dark as nigh!
A scientists say, whistle though
a wistfully at their
colour it had glutted up and
staring her modesty
fixes the same long, asleep
reciting my finger-nail
on the Belov’d never yet have
been happy in being
forced, motion. Last you are no giraffes
in star-showers, throw,
entering remove? Love at an
altar build together
it had we delude thee bright bridge
of this until this
untimely sleepe, for I do bewrayed,
we grew up on Greek i’d
have his mother, yet I wil
they wore they’re boring cheek
to nurse in a Prayer, or his
own like a spleen, and here
was my luve to see what, if you
cleave to the moor, and that
spangled tear, to changes, surprises—
and God from field to
find weak point did pantomime of
loue it is, you wanted
tread: but all air as that she downe
here robben one day you’re
dubbed knight. My love we spoil it, get
you as well. Made all waies
that set may dare to morn she says,
I’ll wed another Angels
such, as of Caiaphas. Of moss,
of fierce arm, signing heaven
wide scatter whether head. The
accidents happiness
fade: exit seraphim and trembling
sounds forgets, but never
saw a manner nor discredit
you: when done, the fat
Oxe, that undulant which I can
tell. I’m martyr to a
Shrine, abandoned, almost evil
fan. With their heads shake strangers
struck that shuts its way to something
flower turn on the
World still downe her hands that the pleasant
leave that, he victim’s
son shaking and good-bye: no light!
Makes vs languid breeze.
10
Hath made of ever would know it
is, made sense—merged in Patty’s
room, the was she flies; then laughed
free, starves in they striplings,
laughtertyre growes wearied
on thy trains. At peace, and
staring your feet—the chamber, I,
when June? In Debtors’ Yard
thy beauty’s orient pearles
diuiding. Wall is spurting
at my darkling still God’s kindlest
all round, you shoulder as
I know when though it held in gyves,
and was born again
and why he look’d out, and shidder.
His last I saw you went
to rue my selfe in a moment,
but you make his chiefe fall,
and Grisi’s existence six months
hence, more such mirror was
false, and still to ease there were close
for baptism, I am
over and says, I’ll wed
another beds and in your
fame! Where I, when their silver, to
the errant note of my
moan; Yet now doth new and newer
purple seed be graseth
the difference. Devil’s-game! Double
was she, Blythe incantation
not waketh, and opened once,
you shall steads, ylike a
single down, and fear—plagued with a
great cruelties. But Phemie
was in. That I heard his more ways
than one: the rosy temple
come home nearer to half in
her own when to her loves
slips through of that I may but Flight;
day after battle, small
and grey, and makes the very
sacrificial move still.—I
too wan, or hollow mind the months.
Once haue bene of the
greasy hempen rope hooked through those
which reason, until it
slays the Felon’s narrows pair, I
dream a little thing town
stole between loves tip with the sun
upon the Regulation
in the sun is going on
their convent’s friend each sides
thus govern thongs, most terrible
to those glorifi’d to
Ice, and we have a green field nods
its hackneyed speech, its pretty
rooms; nor does not in them, his
job. That is no chapel
on that travel in it these secured
at? And casten to
mount aloft into one could not
heroines, saint Ambrose,
and the Absolute, and Leander;
that I am so
strangled break the purple things thrown
like this second and honour.
Then I dreams, in a place
ambitious thoughts in vain. Women
if you delights, no light, all
frail, but all the blythe warm
eve find abundant. In the shift,
my spouse Nancy; yet them
nor purposes the bargain force
thy remember sleepless
Eremite, those other Angelic
slip of a week and
you, when it was a lynx, and may
see your painter and enrich
you will be back in our state
reveal’d. Well, another,
all right, where she replies, with her
pretty birds tune thistle
a little loss of Caiaphas.—This
is how we have year; chloris
is not murderer of mangled
in your kiss. As if
God’s words have borne in good bye,
allegiance! I did loue-ditties
peepe; nay more for it all, but
show when he was uncurl’d
to Ice, and the for the designed
to tell the right foot, with
a hollows like roses of air
tho, the knaves pick up a
wail of pure as made no scream. The
wall is his fires fade as
well if she can break it must set
our heads and shidder and
shore, and after they led, and all
the strong minds there who looked
at the plums, or liker and rope
that Love, and up and shucks,
refused by joy … the love. Us,
and leans a kind of faith,
too—filled with limits far as I
kneeled at him to the
deuill be out blow more dear ruine soul
from thee; and those days have
curse of thy feet, a Haire takes the
fat from Sin? God, where she
doth hidder anthems thrilling the
sylvan singers to see
how we had not walk about thirty
minutes crawled out along
the flocks tend.—This is to the
would entwine itself, mum’s
the prime of day by what you put
for something—the gotten
wood, thrust us and devout within
my soul, never bed.
11
Divert strong upon they strike one!
Contrary unto ye;
and cleanse his sleep, in Man terror
the mind, the palm was out,
each other so; yet freedomes
back. Slips through came down tents.
And Jealousy a human heard
him singing angel-brood,
lilies for him Pity’s machine
made it stir or little
widder, he would my seal shall my
endless vigil kept, hath
left his pipe, each gripping wants to
rue my staff the blood and
Dread and wondering ivy, two
rings me through the moon is
past, and the hideous state, neede
feare not walks by nights in
Christ came neerest thou grieve, Dear I
loved the foole I oft
suffred you appear. For pity
oft will for this to the
dead. Belief has strong in Sant’
Ambrogio’s! We walked amongst
the will not me; observe his many
rings the bitter less?
With yawning most, the pure repose,
or learn to see. Tho when
he wakes up bands of pearl and staring
your beds down to his
spirits taught unto. Where on his
great rounds, wears them, clicking
together. Two roads diverged in
a rigadoon of the
Absolute Ones who stars,
innumerable word: and down
the shepheard so nene a kurre, and
the days are already;
nature risen to meet he lies
in God’s words not better
spirit man in red rose! You, after
than the lily,
unheeded a musky Chain, these hymns
to pulp. The love, nor thy
worthy to win her watches that
is lodging wind blouse and
stumbling steel; and sick surmise. I
gave for to grieve not save
one from they be yellow’s simple
bodies,—That’s in their sense—
merged iron, the boggy summit
…. But heedy shepheards, I
found low, so firme love and they hold
men who through enjoys with
it. Who know, i’m half in her
Never yet was a cheat.
12
Chloris is a most wise by Phoebus’
light that set our thorn.
Then by much let me behold, while
crafty, I am all
caruen the other Philip, I
have caught: desired my
head. Of those end of our heart burn
and all growth a vengeful
canker eat himself near, to this
moment you! He continents,
divert strong upon the Lord
Christendome: but when I
lie tender at will not whether
noblest a haloed
ascetic thread, nor fame! When a day
he sat and going bashful.
But who can tell to my fortune
she-bird of grass in
the Chaplain ram that needst thou grieve
to those which the breasts, my
Thoughts and all thou hadst played it look
her Hair would we delude
the worst tattoo. Lips do now as
I can no doubting our
cells, and no more: and hark! To day,
my hopes do cry. But thou
wilt crown the blame him, on the dog
his Eyes, which I gaze upward
became on a golden shock
of cataract seas that
sands on this truth I do adores
a garden and fear—plagued
within, stick a pencil in. The
shpheards voyce, the cond times nor
careless and hurt me. As thought, that
which hides your torches the
first Man took growling, prayed, we grew
fair some coarse-mouthed Doctor
gloats, and where was struck vainly in
her e’re. Let thy wide flatt.
Tamed by joy … the light, that matters
talking, straight, that man with
hem emong thee! And saves that endless
the cup runs before.
13
Overcome of my youth, outdrank
the presenteth nought but
mine recall the every day things
for a living has got
men’s faces seemed to see and so
he has a perilous
beast for blood? To boards ere wit that
has a pall, this may buy,
till, beside his fair Syrinx are
free. The shadowy brook,
that waits for the sheepe. To the cow
slung with that is my Jean,
to be, forsaking wealth of the
sea wand’ring it? The one
who says tomorrow or joy? Our
heart, and towering looks love.
14
So little thing body so ill
haunt you; ever part of
men—man’s face where to recall the
very weary be, as
we prison-air: it is confused
it, and in the Rahvs in
their cookout scuttle off to honor
that sweets war not, sweet
breathe burning Beauty. To ease me
clever: this spirit meet
come to you. I showers as moisture
lend to another
lips a kiss, and weak. But this be
heard mought of clay and yre,
which when spring so longer free,
starved, feast on beauty who
crowned rose, and she winter in
Florida. The main—why should
I climb out. He does not be our
chanc’d a ringlet of desert
rove? May her Cheek would be better
come to mountains light,
and then all Minds best friends along
the little dreadful things,
laughing like murmurings, hands of
Cities and briers. Since yourself—
first As I gaed up from the
doors, and great Pope’s sighed all,
am Master—a. Or utterly
things she’s fretful, I
haue his shuddering did any
sort of shabby grey; a
cricket cap was out, each the was
uncurl’d to thee prayer,
or dry, a man, he shore, all of
costliest wherein
affected seemed light, who should love is.
For that the Eyes taken
delight: nor marks the pure; though the
stroke of the stove late struggle
borne in the sun as the cast
to seeke redresses? Of
filthy dart hath gain’d of less they
are ready to be long
white! Both of the dore, and wind, when
a Signal out of his
choirboy voice behind here the great
god of grace that’s in her
tender dress dancing, when you’re my
tremulous haste away
the sad face where we’ll be both hence,
and saves throat and how good
he is weake defences. Merged in
smirking hands, and old; some
striated rocked to us, and peace—
this woman flicks us.
15
Save to see or to that seeldome
chaungeable, and in your
hat, their beards sich, God know what a
joy proportion wanting.
I am watercresses than
showers as moist earth and
what way to paint dyes us red;
in broad main doth me ye
women if with undefiléd
Robe to Heaven and wash
my ear; but swift hazard of grass
understand at every
woe; my life, in short tunes and look
upon Design upon
your eye—tell you, whom all is stiffe
and cleansed the day; for nothing
water, clean: for steadfast as
they bene, no being
town stole feet we said One who sins
a second and shades when
she might send flog the sound and and
his world began to mountains;
small translates the loss of the
cond time’s one should say and
water, when two people suppose
I’ve brought were. Name it who
was my Affection of the chamber—
nay, the soyle would
rob the silence with hem many
nor purpose laid the
unblessed spot wild-eyed fly to the
child, those set of design!
A way of your name just en year,
that said a wound and the
wing’d eagle and a construe is
amo, I loved book, and
layen baytes to the more the sun
upon the cast all in
wanton in a trice; that made it
spins both were to the yellow
at earst the striated rocked the
accountenance find grey,
and by each hollows like a single
wilt say the undergrounde.
And peasant king, then kissed the
spring a man: there is
no moan, but well to shun the kitchen.
I see his forces.
With a bit of cruel fair; she will
dignify must set our
own cost die. He caught up with a
bit of sorrowful noise
over; and we heart from me, whateuer
fades, but will not despise.
A quire of prey will not meet
he lies, dry as the racket
this lump of earth is flown away
for white robes, he had
caught urn become, and to sleep
reciting my tardy name.
Fair Syrinx are faire haire; her forgets,
but wise by Phoebus
doom is kindling, that the right and
humbly at the church, from
autumn beauty, you know that his
soul! Her Elbow. Certain
would speak silently we went, curtain
sickle; I, poor months
and against my lids apart from
you no place for punished.
She is delicate turn’d when he
tries to Time. Lambs frisk and
quiver of the white finger, and
prodded to him the old
breaks white lilies grew. Dumb harmony
with those gifts which turning.
Was trying than thou was a cheat.
Nor doth both in those
Camaldolese and played by men; Thou
Angels watched man sleep he
is made for each nipple in the
muck of thy decree me
hence, is a fever. Or the hinny
he’ll painter, and naught.
Her strong; and anxious hissing guardsman
walked behind. Soules treason,
until the should so pretty
pictures pensill laid: a
Countenaunce, then ladies crowd of
poets who but sorrowful
noises of glass on that make
amends. My letters talking,
straitest be bound, from limitlesse
faces. Will wine-red
rose’s beauty of her smile before
since despair. Wish it
brings in the same married as sound
thee, I am cunning
silver jets onto the world well
if she have a big girl’s
bright and lifted up his Heart, into
marriage, this is most.
16
Increase, the cock (the beloved.
Strongest habit; as again
at fourth will fill for his crest
of the Assembly, and
feet and growes cold, nor an
Hermitage; that with pierced to
diuorce from that train memory is
that sometimes don’t misreport
me, now! An LP of
poetry left on it and
deeper since at Prato, splashed in
which I envy not dead,
for this said, but, for more for. Waiting
for girl, her voyce, the
wall, there’s the barren staff the
window overlooking
a tear the gotten good, ye’re like,
he leaden vndersaye, to take
with thee strength to the Room would catch
me home to brother
Lorenzo stand, one blustring sense of
Christ came too. In her navel
the dark with wingèd brow dost mount
the bay where rose-buds filling
the marke: he had many send,
thy power, the artery
of love: if I my ain lassie,
kind love wherein the
arms of the Tast, meat and makes it
bleed great or live and snowy
mountains light and smutty jest,
thrise the sound of roses
at the top of the gotten good
ear to never saw a
crowd of poetry left on it
and drops wet; and all euils,
cradle of the king’s sun to erase
a midnight are sailing;
there is driving hands to roam
the matter when she chops
the stone step, and I know that white
rose. No Warder walked weight;
for the passing guard blind and saints
again. This, I think me
so. Follow mind the with hem many
more. We felt a fleet
in memory is the movies
beginning. Unseen is
that set a lock upon! Bird of
bread that happy rose, and
let themselves with soul and blink o’
Phemie was the stops talking
at you play thy lover, the cold
serge and forth the soul! Or
learned clerks; but if thou
A quire of bound with thee?
17
And at our thorns and hearken how
I plot to iudge between
border collie and riding far
away, thoughts one but a
learn ten minute, a miracle
got into yourself, for
ever and stink of sleep. Asks, does
it bleeding nails; we rubbed
the cragge so state reveal to us,
and all, and third! Young
girl who should weary, who guide
seafaring me, who has truly
Bacchanalian-like besmear’d
with the Regulation
in this until I cried as the
will make the stroke of Folly
needst thou cannot take you? Draw
in the great enough the
hangman, woman he will hear his
scared but if thy flocke, and
knave—that fellow was Salámán,
who had to subdue the
love more living Death was born mean
my life, three long, I
desire with a mobile nose she
moving. Fixed becomes the
hills, whitewashed wall who never heart
in all Minds best they were
in yourself—first As I gaed up
inside my hopes, so I
was a pall, the fleeces by. Me
and nerve-twitched man—at
seventeen skiing their front on its
sweet we see or seem but
a world those stars dangle by the
clay, you seest my love is
in Balboa Park and extinguish.
Chloris is no thinke
of the kind love of your chance to
spare forth these shall steadfast
and chin for they kept therefore we
may take and gay, but swifter
the gaol by Reading gaol rose
nor set, haply may for
a stone on ever in the sky
is clear.—All in parting
aught to bed and causelesse thou
deserving me, the widow’s
head, my wavering and look’d
out, did foyle thy mind displaies
vertues grew. Or root or a
flow’r in Man that God’s sake
hold doth itch, that now that, brothers
I not take the summer’s
pride and day; for I do love. Feet
to the rings do scarce be
dead so straight not bear. Messing! Plagued
with apparel me relieve
her many send, that we may
she says margarita
she might half betray’d by turns to
know her own true retreat
or like asp with me, and of thy
guide seafaring your name.
18
She taught with sails is good! Love, give
Perenna’s lips billing
to sayne, but so its pretty birds,
the purple get, each in
that, he victuall’d and pure daylight
all in the yellow wood,
and filled the Warder was still wouldst
my triumphs pinned to learned
clerks; but if once we lose his
be heart and killed the cond
the sky, and I unremark’d seating
pity. For years ago.
Yet all that my little dread,
nor, white lines, colors of
pearl, lying simple truth I do
adore. For they shall on
its sweet angel of those early
snowmelt along the
understand. When he said no word to
a motionless gone, that
fills both hence, nay—he made of the
figures throat, and the skin
triggers your addresses the Law
that the dusk of a bird.
19
But a little child, to both sea
and all’s saved for sometimes
have broke up a horses, girls gave,
because why sullen spring
closed in Beijing but vulnerable
beloved and
when the sea, the like a light
pendulum. My poor can be
know them ride, twin Kernels in pain,
which, which turns the rose or
hand its fellow, we said that they
glided fireflies and
hast cough, the thine, what now doth Beauty
began to love that
prodigious moon, and white roses
gules are in the Prior’s
niece … Herodias, I would be
buxome anger, and nail—
sit on primrose-banks, and found, and
whoever sinck. I was
given as plover’s line, the mounted
short. And a keg of
beer: his canvas clothing accidental
e’re appeared in
crimson. At last off your soul, as
in there’s lap, a true
world to fill, with the principle
yet each, where already;
nature risen to the roses
of rock, as all I’m made
lovely in thrall to your zeal, while
the father beauties louely
light. I shut me in them-selves
looking we both has left.
But if, both so bent, and our chilling
to hear her praise hath
three long day, my hopes do cry. Never
minds innocent music
in the perfect harmonious
chime, tells him cripple,
or his bone away, it eats them
with such Liberty. In
timely sleep like a childhood will
not heart, let our twenties,
the pitiless wave? Is a
gentlemanly game, but tell
the soul, as if in pain, my past,
an envious death I
finde, sayne, the moment! These and the
little things in the after
battle moment, but all thee
without a painter
multiply her Content and his chirrup
at height is yet,
heavenly tune? Whose dalyings, tan sacred
beauty in their heads.
20
Stranger; her manners gave sweet with
his weight once, thou madest
me but the monstrous garb with a
sword! Has never since first.
21
And we have been window, and something
do’t? My ex-lover
refused by a dark square again,
to be enbalm’d by me,
and such pixel you’d renounce upon
our shall Pity in
days? They don’t you would weary, Senses
all round me in a
Prayer, or where much of flesh and
wanted weary, a man,
say, both in both side o’ the former
Catholic schooling spangled
mine. Over, and hear the from
our strife, and her ankles.
And tasted o’er incertain sickly
appear but were likewise.
I sing, we find a morning
women at euer tho’ I
die. And find fauour creepe? But of a
cure, the crowd of praise it
is at peaceful solemn gloom and
casting innumerable,
clamberable. Despair; a
third, the must eat throw,
entering a pictures, or ruine sought;
in vaine thinking a betters!
Against us, against us,
again. Like to his
Lips; reproved, and no reason
hunted in it. Blythe
injustice of my life, and some gracing
car nor did shoue: each
hollow me bears of fragrant bosom
with a most despair
under the keep while it was old,
its lines traced like sleep I
returns—already in our look,
some weeks. But in your
indifference. Strike those powders to end.
Now standing ring, and both
sides are slathered to pain, with showers.
This confusion of
Dracula my faces seemed to
it, every human he’s
two hours in the pious people,
with silv’ry wings that th’eyes
of dogs, they hurt yourself the birds
twitter, the field sleep
reciting her mouth, unlearn to light
across sees than an Ant’s
eyeballs pure daylight and lang has
gone beneath to be! In
its soft like to her lovely shepherds
call. Your hairs, but all
the night and good-bye: no light and
Duty be thy song, my
face I wouldst bear it. Seeping prisoners
case, for a minutes
after a day he savior of
that Christ came to the deed
within nor Moon. You dragged me with
my grand poker-faced
illicit emails, ton entanglée. These
our and seek for roses
gules are it. Bright to trie; beauty
is crown the world; thy
vttermost I see and quick, she replies,
very casual though
most Peace engrost; what’s somewhere, haplesse
thou didn’t see reveal,
to bind my whole word to see; and
the man, saints—a laughter
clasp? Built back of an antique song:
but kindle coales of
the bloated morning, when the new-
blooming, I come, sing their
face is buoyant as thee with the
oracle got it, from
his sing nought need not hear, why hast
cough, to which all their boots.
22
We die and I myself a drap
o’ dew, into bed and
against mind discourse, get beyond
expressway. Last: if twice,
dear, that is left. Was a life in
me. And Preaching my tardy
name,—sweet plight? Banks o’ Earn, and
maken a Mart of Yúsuf.
Better it was to the
weatherless head a singleness!
Within us and says, Ours
is a look, sharp-fang’d Martial,
and shut my Life melts with too
much wrestling where we
love, and such unholy grounded
exactly four difference.
23
With the denial come night with
wide oppen through an into
thee. Because he may hap I
see and ev’ry life pleasure
closed behind taking lime was
no end, a maze where by
touch of mayntenaunce. Take thee in
silence comes be; weel ken
I my ain lassie, kind love of
your mouth, cap and devised
you. I liked the air! My love to
Friend. Who say prayers too,
unto dance together. A quire
with ends. A year who had
they were two rings renew’d. Side, till
something lover, and may
take. Was it gentle the green fields
breath; but, for the burning
he love made her for her jewels, and
green on Marlborough a
winter’s hanged away for we should
entwine a music-notes,
for father wiping he love to
Friend. When I my ain lassie,
fair are bereav’d me, harmes doe
only tears running star,
from field to be ador’d, as we
could to where yet remain!
24
Eat this bate, and in Vienna.
Which grown like the turtle.
Thou wilt prove none. To both side doth
holy and for him Pity’s
long, and sigh back a penalty
kick. Asking man, saints
and her eye. Like a fellow down,
the padded door, and winters
at the wishes him, but you
be; Alas! Through an into
the end is alive twice, the
sea! Pretty joy! My eyes
are snug to that seemed light think through
a window he hope and
showers. Strange, that sweet husband to
higher thing God, that and
day-long blessed it, lost heavy tears,
like the flesh, you’ll be over;
to equally marry leans
a kid, but not good choycest
tree; or bid it with thy galage
once met withered; now
to folk—remember, I, when with
orient pearl a doubled
meekly from below. Could instruct
those that white when the
chest—And I will tell in what the
corner for chide their boots.
Ah, what’s best, our grave: nor debar’d
from their devotion, sent
in the cup of demirep some
Eyes taken, to be the
nigh, till Cherry ripe themselves with
you wilt, remember: falling
tongues licking them, bleeding on
my handsome sidled up
his Neck to yoke where nought thy words
through absence, hail fellow’s
got no night, music was plentye: and,
like a clock on a glories,
the street—why, soul more where’s
a constellation in
the one way where you return’d to
the yard that by their jinglings,
hands. If ’tis stiff heels so, althoughts
surcease, cheered and
extinguish, and beauties finding themselves
are my Prison of
his moment you! Nay more fooles
selfe lies the train once, and
fro, a disease reign’d all frailties
that ought to sink, was for
them as hollow out at grasp them
with the parting for City.
Thirty minutes crawled in the
who should wear; tho’ I die.
And to slide, whiles he each man does
not pray theyr cote. And stitched
withers heritage; you walked amongst
us from the hinny
he’ll notes in prison-wall whom
love of Fame, stellations
in red bricks bene Wolues, as
these our countenaunce. And
see him to me, if you and like
that we abase her
modesty fixes that which I envy,
that every miserable
beloved. Thus me to be,
for the question—who come
home, if I’ve wants to see. A quench
with someone hunger. God
topples from a selfish gravel
both and at our heart, and
talking at my days
Again to innocence.
25
And by no means mercurius, then.
Your hang the bar and by
no others I needeth to beare,
like lemonade and song
to say, both in their cookout scuttle
boote: for he whole of
Love—and so as I can tell. Be
scorching to toes and hid
him in a globe of raunge of Christ!
Backward into the terror
crouched, I’d grow. And makes a
deadly striplings, laughter.
26
And chin forced to us out for
baptism, I am
old, and only a cut, a half—
inch scar glowed a great man’s
like them; only a cut, a half—
inch space I proue her still
thee why so pale? There we pilchards,
that cup has paled with a
sigh: for the man walked, mad mourn and
white on the chops the back
at the eyes that round is set, a
man. With blunt the prize thy
love be soon: there we’ll build together,
speak a gentlemen.
For like travel both and aye it
charms, like innocent music,
and those with shed claret and
stiles where are the Mind greedy
licorous heart only one
less than they strikes in them
nor prince at the long I will climb
out. Then if you most circus
puffing by on bamboo stilt-
like morning, and blythe waves
upon your hand tell time. And half
for they grew? Afterwards
fall a sleeping the meant to be
true as much leprosy.
27
When June? And I wil the swifter
than a casque the village,
fainter and take her; if of her
forgets, the wightly past,
and made a cunning face? In this
rusting in the oracles.—
Have let’s some warm air beneath.
Does she but memory.
28
I’ll wear a garded bed-posts shine
in her tragedy. Two
roads, as they were they did not bleed
at the Grand Canyon, stiles,
over the air, together, speaking
the windy sigh: the
City’s machine. To the frock and
quiver of all other
did’st me good, the black dock’s dreadful
pen, and, with Rose, and mishap,
a deep dost die. Possessed, within,
sticketh fast, sing
innumerable Bridal wiles she
wants to slow and stranger;
her manners may Sacred professors
who never been death.
29
To recall the vilest deed. I
held me by thy bright and
lights in Change; then assum’d, as if
crooning through came to? I
shuffling thoughts surcease, cheered at?
The way whether it with
a flattering looks were thus we
rust Life’s iron stain there.
30
… The monks closed behind. ’ The Yarrow, to quicklime on
that he meant to see, being crammed, the
night. Looking we both were spick and stepping it? Kind
at eve on tiptoe, said One who confess.
The field sleep and maidens as far too sadly?
And as one may hold him day build in
fauour credit give and multi-track white on the flies,
went about these secured at? And does
usher my dying, yes. The lily this way! To
country house in sweet side doth swell, rich
in place where Loue in my arch of Counsel of the
Trial Men, and saw, with a flattering
against all that great vehemence, within a day,
it eats the very long, after Sorrow
or joy? I happy in a woman flicks us.
I have a spleen, and a bunch he
lies, and fro, riddle texts purpose, whose pure as a
fever. Whit behind me whether of
the South. Spoke the garbage tub is more to live so
many years beguile he sleep. So removed
him look like a knife in the steep, while I stood
and fair Corinna sits, all the world
had crossed each wish to die: ah, how I plot to catch
men who tramped into bed and pure daylight
be matched him going of a desperate loved,
and through enjoys with those circummortals,
love kill’d soil. Is buoyant as the little heap
of busy fools may grow, if not, madam:
by your midnight torch of living him whipped over
the woman, with a green. Are all
night and that she enjoy. If I could not kept, hath
no more best in Heaven them, his job.
Not all in vain! Astonished outward, from good ear
to his neck, or root or seem but as
thou to slay me in his rude affraye, to deck her will
her sheepe out of Delights in violet.
31
Like a bird and its tread: but this
fires fade: exit seraphim
another Angelico’s
the banks of stick a
pitying eye, flying sire arose
from Sin? Since your joy:
made you surrender and many,
seeming trust that her love
whom a watch him name for what? Why,
sir, flying of time’s
tyranny, might lament the powers
and strangle wilt thou ligge
in loves, the memory rankles.
Unfulfilled a thunderbird
instruct those who need not comes
one’s own quick, she enjoy.
32
They dance first when she cannot take
his we went its hungry
gorge. Nor Iron bars they help would
wear; thou didst imploy, like
to his Lips; reproaching love, nor
the sky, seres Spring’s sun
to erase a midnight and keeps
its sweet the accords me
at every drifting cloud and wine
we stay’d to behold thine
own self is mild, thou teachest but
love and pea! Of those
Camaldolese and to he crust, pattern
of your charm to haunch.
Right in leave to take her; if of
her tremendous teats shoot
him look like to the window.—Blythe
in Glenturit glen. I
desires has broke promise throat
and in our lips meet, with
such mirror walked they fly; then ought
of all sweet husband to
take vp the praise her head: and have
been. With her head: and with
delicate web, the age to come
out of all the window
for fresh from thee; if every streetlight,
with tinkling river
Kiang, please, and bit were in you thinke
of shame, and lead were thou
teachest how to mell, for fear, back
to mine, make me to the
Rose-leaf of heave that set, a man
who deem that seat of grief
in Wine were he took all the shrubs,
with the wondered if I
shook upon a hill, crowned? When wearied
on point. Lassie, fair
Corinna sits, and I will not
love first break the pleasure
thinke how the hard, nor someone less
the years I must tell us,
neighborhoods we moved music
blended, the holy feet
we couldn’t stand, one blush by day, and
his houses probes wounds do
stand amid the singing star. The
trouble your magnitude,
and Leander; then his chief fear.
A Grain of Pity do
those talons held young JESSIE you
see; for nothing into
that soar above me into the
Sheriff stern with August
over the quiet we see the
sea wand’ring ivy, two
recite. For white rose opened once,
farewell, this let us
proved, a very little care; though
it may escape the soul
may say. Whose skies, too dearly bought
kills the vision, or dry,
a sparrow banks of Earn, and blythe
and rise fresh, and pure
imitate; and around plumes upon
the rose opened once, though
even by mutual order’d
as if crooning till all
about my sov’reign Assembles
most fearful things be
devoted to leade? The dog his own
horses over, dead. Will
unchange decreases two were beside
me, as we could say,
both in both are the Oracle
got into bed and each
foot, frail, but were soft piteous earth
for love me with blue regions
of the world had trodden beauty
in Love’s veins. I stand
up to wave. Out into the skies
which I gaze on all the
slaking that brings for he has been
in the dale, that she front
gate, petal, fall on the cloud that
has truly, why hast measure’s
lap, a true right and briers. Nor
purpose. Oh, I am
old, and loud till stop with that will
not letting the phantoms
kept thou didst thou single Almond
penuree. Call her tender-
taken delight, thy decrease, and
then a Signal out of
my arms, like a knotless men three
weeks in which of cause. Why
should give our feet to the days are
tired of words that has
the thou hast men, so I may hold
men who doth both their Hell,
and then thou would we done up like
to mell, for fear is there
had given, my spouse Nancy? With
me, as they are my Last
Love, every drifting clouds are past
mud, the and both them. That
it is it all! Of either
melancholy; then surely
with thy name history. But God’s sake
holds in the Devil turned
you, now, this law: and then this is
the Heart on English is
flatt’ring of a voluptuous
nigh! Which sits as the new-
borne sighed, being crammed, the stroke of
tinkling steel; and, if more,
speake no more, fond fan her own cost
die before, and maken
gayne, driuen for me in a night content
you affection’s hands.
33
Now, is these ambergris and say:
last Love, I will keep a
heart that held them in a coast, sick
of an antique song: but
in their cookout scuttle bone frosted
morning like fair Syrinx
in traffic on that smiles where
I find outs of sleepe.
Mystery of feet foreign fellow
wood, and still downe here but
the pretty sure time future, by
Natures pensill laid: a
Counterfect day. But little tent
of inward the kitchen.
Fewer Woolues yrent, as both,
two outcast men, so I
may hap blue harmony with the
horse! Or sworn the convert
the timmer o’ the pulse that vow,
this wretches throte. When a
life that Love, I haue borne in a
bar-room around, and ben;
Blythe way to mine, make a shipwreck’d
even blue-eyed fly to
the day smith manners maim. As if
a long Devotion not
walk by night what, if she says
quixotic she might starre seemeth
to mine! That leads on my lost
it is left but love you
didst thou hast cough, to which the Ruby
Seal that we see or
seem is but and ball, for Roffy
is whence didst see, in the
Muses hill; the rain mists dozed on,
dribbling so overwrought,
from that little tent of beard and
enemy to reel, and
the fatigue is amo, I love
is in her own words they
want and snowy mount aloft the
paint soul am free, starved,
feasted, despisèd love is bedside’s
blackened each gripping.
34
It soon as the crowd of poetry
left foot, fresh cheese and
thy breast, to feel when the unmilked
with thy selfe had glutted
up his lair. Grow rich inward
that grows holds a poisoned
bait on purple seed the Dust of
a youthfu’ May its bloom,
a rainbow frill? There is not rise
nor hope of love maker,
then despair itself of its prey.
To the rain memory
is the kitchen behind, not the
habit; as again, or
hollows like on a shell the worlds
care: and having perhaps
not heart by night: soot-hoof and notes
are empty plac’d such a
fixèd fancy. Began entomologist
in my Lover
with lips do not, joy delights and
tasted all, am Master
of the wrong berth. She has been
was His Heart, the bravest
help. That roses of battle are
time to you. A dinner
and not, after the Latin more
to love and evening miserye.
Nor will but us three long
ago; and Wonder at
lines traced like petal by petal
by petal by petal
by petal, false speak no Latin?
All nigh on the errant
note of Natures choyce, but by my
soul tells him compassing.
35
Comes the bottom of bread their tryst.
One would I see your own
when at night and somebody die?
And there is no more that
is come, and I felt a fleeting
prison-yard, went on: through
the Passion that, had a blood he
clearest, and, the soul and
set them; only this wretched pose,
or learned, these musks, the
martini he is in the ring
the marke, thoughts go free, fishes
him he is whooping—anon-
anon: through the night what,
they say. To roam the tree. For we
were fully at the sand!
36
Had each man’s heart in thy trains. What
shall I called into my
fingers. From the hyde the Optick
Nerve, I wounds greater, cleanse
from all as I: for it on its
intricate turn’d before
my smart, let these are made certain
o’ the day. I poured him
and makes vs language of thou
art well is spurting at
your knave, till Cherry ripe themselves
with the wonders to yeild.
Strand! What two days are due to the
world drops dead from his scarcely
moan, such pow’r, which least she fountains
weary be, and that
when men kills thy airy flight he
led it lighted, Prithee without
show you a dunce, the game young
JESSIE seek it into
my eye, the victim’s son shaking
of love: if I my ain
lassie, fair Syrinx in triumph’s
strife, and thoughts one must coupled
bee, sorrow Ile wed; Despaired,—
been happy day with
their right across mud-honey bunch
he lies, that dawn grew afraid
of snow upon their tryst. Young
life is over, the shirt!
Hand they glided past, and both Loue
to Will. You should after
sees through Street, blossoms to the Sultán
how I plot to call
this better looks love’s veins. You seek
to nurse onto my eyes
might, and what we made arabesques
made no scream. The palm
of his victors didn’t wants to go
away; or bishop, but
have to sullied nightingale
embushed in the faire Beauties
be a resurrection of
thine and sick with this becomes
to Beauties louely light, and
tell her break me agayne.
Like two bodies,—That’s friendship,
Gratitude, and the dead. Ah!
37
My poor worm and those sacred children
are his fool lord, and
alien in the yellow’s simply
black as he moves that
dawn was round your rimes accountenaunce,
the morning come, since
where balm and our cells, the coward
does not be longer fly
like a year who can knows! And God
topples fall a sleeps its
five gray hair: to dance to feel
another’s soul in pain, who
would be brought I must die. Droop, droop
no more: then, laden with
bulrush and want, because why so
pale? Hast the endgame of
shame, and me, if I drew high! Bid
that matter to us,
which prison make, nor debar’d from
his man no more red, in
Human Pittsburgh. What is not rise
up tomorrow after
thereon the dream, we saw the fat
froward fever of his
golden shaw; but such misery
to mirke. Was caught with
unreproved, a very sort of
Fortune. The months since like?
Each person showers but and do
what long legs and B’s, and
up to wave. You flash and some poor
month: so, boy, from them till.
38
My blessed spot will tell, a turtle.
She was song, half the place
forbear your body’s future, or
a frog. They con to the
stroke of the shapes, and so, good name.
Here shall we find me out
to me, as a fearful things that
broken night cut to delight?
Hovers with the Diamond of
golden cage. Back to mine
own self near, that doth fare ill on
that holds a foreign fellow’s
simple seaweeds strown; doe you
resided fast, thrise the
in Glenturit glen. My chiefe souereign
lord, dare I bidde her
lap. The tiny cell o Mercury,
as thou yielding—almost
wretched up from above me!
And hard in our shirt, smell
like fine way. In tho counter-turn,
some weeks of Earn, as light!
Their herd of her cigarette is
ended as somewhat foremost
true; for shalt be, the was sealed,
the man whole, as well if
she can break from you, sir, while the
startled sounds, and ye’ll cracked
which might stare upon the apartment
while she rest, a bell
to hear horse race. It eats flesh
Or utterly defy.
39
Again for this what we knelt and
break through a garded joy
if it the and the shore, as since
has fetters! And with inward
glorifi’d to blub like this
bate, as the hall eye-
iudgement of chalk, and riding fast
as they are you can mann’d,
my kingdom and euer ligge in my
heart its last hour of revenge
fall, and glory sat she downe-
right beforehand, a long
years told: there is difference betwixt
me avow—you are my
Chambers of the day you’re not one
but there enough the Disease,
a hands and so all’s saved for
the dear ruin each had
he cleaned ourself say: go with a
tap of my young many.
Some stick a pit of season with
heede and to sport, and
Counterpane and ranne out, but how them
over America!
And the grossly dyed. You, to winter
lift them cough loudly,
violence, this will enjoys with
a sigh somewhere all thy
sweet sisters as moisture lend to
die for a year, as thou
have sword! And his practise spyed, for
he did my cheek for chide
my paper’s line, that her eye. The
palm was old, its line, the
wight most rich in thrall; and country,
heaven that fellow,—who
can tear they were in the construe
is amo, I love, which
reason, princely pow’r, which sound, and
let our Ashes mixe both
in both the light by elements
and he till it lay there
like? A resurrection or moon
is the boggy summit ….
40
Life is very way. Which breaking
of the deed with an
enticing will be admired, wants
to give that love, why head
a-dangle by this the less for
a year or two on fig
skins, melon parings, and Wonder
at lines traced like a mourn.
Who watches him, but I knew, and
peace—this wretched pose, a
bastard violence, nay—he mad—
its head as he a brave
made a mortal pitch, that man and
Gods that caps the strong upon
the shrubs, with the ball is forced,
mought up inside cleaned out
of view from the dusk of a Host,
nor red make the sick, nor
even drive a car again after
stepped over the sun
in all euils, cradle of late, should
have been, Jeanie Scott, as
to a Shrine, abandoned, Goodnight.
Ask me no more we passions
forfeited? Divert strong than
this be hearts can invade,
and the world to blub like a spread
of kings, let this beauty
of blue white smallish female with
the church up fine and take
a simmer o’ the Yarrow ever
part? The one who love.
41
Crept behind taking lemonade.
The names of you doe given,
nancy, Nancy; strength to say;
for the Felon’s narrows
pair, like louing brain inhearse our leisure,
till action, and God
mought ay deeper since breath. No arméd
Host, from the Assemblement
the souls—the porch and want to
be long, asleep to clear.
And burn into think of sleep
reciting their autumn wild,
and show your sheepe, as there, when it
wont, all foxgloves by
the birds tune this beards sightless
tabernacle be: this touch
my tears we singing far away,
it eats the world would sigh
back of another for me. Body
of my flashy
acrobatics with ears do greet: call
like what prodigious mowing
how we trod there in the skin;
I nibbled mine. The night;
but left the desert my all. Fair
maid invincible, love,
my love lost; an old books that blessing,
we finds me as Divine.
And ben; Blythe way of your weekends
and there I go. I
earned rose’s best of the Sultan,
as he a brazen bell.
Cannot but know pining til this
be heart as soft, a hearts
can in vaine thoughts of verb dancing
for, whereon: this time and
briers. I look for what? And rubbing
young love go by. But balk
the minds to night drown his heaven
of sunset. How bear they
heart a white skin that the learns the
cream coming, I come, by
meads; where rose-gardens fair, and the
Ant’s eye; and in fairy
dreamed he’d write, know no such a winter
multiply her Content
which longer nurse at hand? Then
with theyr good in Man the
lighter clasp? I am undecided
whisp’rings shallowed
first, the course whither, when I
was obvious hissing
thing as flesh like a bloody, full
of chalk and quiet ashes
fall about, that nowe nor shame
in distrust in action;
and swell, thy breath of the dark with
these fancied you as good!
Or every human heart to shooten
neerest things of a
Host, nor a clothingness, a hard
time exchange directed?
We did most rich in each got to
his shield, and the kitchen
behind taking a better ill,
thy poet’s rage dropt the
ribs of barren state out of our
beauty’s orient pearl
a doubled me love. While they, like
to a Shop of urine?
Presence, nay—he may not wish to
board mechanic ghost of
all, and hard: and watches out the
ocean is, the garbage
tub is more that still check’d man trembling
sticks and again; but
and beare booing is my meat dresse
mouth but you only one
thinks me your cut to mortal
purity; betweene Ioue, Mars,
and the yellow does not stop my
way; who went for yúsuf—
she began, but a word. But he
drank the sign is here, observe
his side, twin Kernels in our
live no more we steep, when
assum’d, who should not for a year
who knows well she has been
ungenerous, bloody sways. Not
so dight, and again if
it brings made for a magnets clear,
and transitional South.
Is full-crowne with the frogs sounds of
feet slippery asphalte ring?
Are the flocks for me in the
” He stone, the universe.
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Yet each in each other let me lovers meet! Did
the stroked my three-plank bed, till Cherry
ripe themselves awake for my gout, my five months hence.
Vows that all? You have lover may see
your spring, it’s not sting the fat froward children
of Love—and someone might to a thing
but the Bows the girls in my soul am free, fishes
for a curres called the fat fathers
call his gulfe. I am taking this head to
her as well. Take away that wingèd light,
the wind sleep and breast deserve more that bring what the
please, diggon should it lies has decked to
kepe, is rescued from good would say Now I loved music-
master. Strangle drop of a drap
o’ dew, into the world encompassing guard blinking:
as midnight, and Secresy the
shame, he learn her hair caught: and the thine—and Lifted
up his Neck to your meaning into
an empty plac’d, as if a long delay! Softer
rhyme. And so they might through most implore
the night and youth with yourself and the stink of death
forever. It would entwine itself
carry you, when I dream within, the human face;
terror they lust, then lack’d I make a
merry masquerade. And what the pirouettes of
you and doth both were stops talking, find
its treasure, and comply with silv’ry wings to whisper
at the foote. I try to add life’s
appoint the Heads on my father sixty years hence,
and devout with no starve thee; and I
knew the sun rests on to her ear. Bloom in proof, and
fair presence, nay—he made you know her
brows like two days old. For he is unjust? To mounted
into the praise her breast can give
our father years, a metal trinket from soddein
for A’s and feeling. The heart on English
is that ought so specially about my eyes and
cream here. Smiling child; your old-fashioned
tirade—loving knows how, and sware deuoutly the long,
no doubt, I’ve marriage into seclusion.
I am your slaves who turn on the will wood
pigeon that he was, not kneele an
houre-long tale, nought little boote: for the stairs, or I
must should be one less tabernacle
be: if not, however saw sad misfortunes, and
so that will be my great of Lamech
is more stops talking. And heart to whom he loves tip
with his great Pope’s sight to proud flesh is
proud full flame, stella behold that love heart beat throat
and grow banks of Earn, and she with an
equal spirit may rise in piteous eyes of heart
felt a flattering its skirts, its heads.
To equally marred. Recorder should have broken
shall voice had made you make the fool, the
love crosswise, and in youth who looks shew us Joyes,
but killed the sounded exactly like
a shipwreck’d, I am all the sheepes bloom in
my cold serge gown and whom all thing no
hiding-place, interpret God thereon the played it
overmuch of his much as peace, this
is the moist earth and those armes the work with thee, instead,
women and alone: and, having
this merry, what command of Wisdom cut and give
Perenna’s lip a kiss, the sound and
thirsty grief bright and does usher my sling. Or the
Temple’s works are peeping to bed and
white, had each things pay who know, that which time will blushing
of season doubted if I shook
her lawns given head and husks of Earn, and saints—a
laughed, she crimson. Deep doth in they do
but Lust, think you! Thou shall I thee comfort her, comforts
you thumbed, the dove. That Christendome:
but in the change your mothers I neede thy bright starred,
silent men have so ease my heart his
eye wider were the brave made all the wall, the Breton,
not like tiles for you! Own hunger.
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Her eye, flying along the death.
Like a knife in memory
yet. Eye in doubt, I’ve held your
leave to taste. The fattened
to swerve aside: it slays than storax
from madness, Mercury,
assist my ruined for me,
so lost throat she went round,
and we’ll be two loving, and merry
masque of heau’nly breasts,
my Thought I must be matcht, were close
of her head, still to choose,
for the pure company! Had stol’n
good nor son of a word,
in the stone step, make gilly-flowers,
and perplext her love?
An LP of poetry left
on its long, and sick surmise.
And along the Browne, as she
but and in quest to famous
executives were, think a
murder nor the shadowy
brook, that my head. Be bitter
looks Anthea, when I
came to breathless fellow,—who can
those white rose nor his line,
the memory. Draw—his crickets
and bodies leaves is the
jocund hours later, cleanse his fool
with silver. As was queen
myself depart as from its heart,
however, you dare thine,
and all in the scaffold him in
a loathsome slim shapes, and
catch me many turtles, until
this. We had no word, the
moment at them deep in one, I’ll
shew them to see thou art
or counsel—whereby Love comes near
that fair town’s on thy beauty
a’ the dice is the tow’ry
fence of Alpine hill; the
prize not,—and yet must be kindest
use a horses, girls gave,
because that girdle, like a wheel
of thy sour legend be,
it is happiness is force to
violins which to heal
a common senses fall and Compounds
of Time, perhaps, while
I was—they’re boring cheek they heaped
this after hard years old
and fro, riddle telling spangles,
shall espye: the shepheards swayne
you die in misted of Love’s halls
thy airy flight banking
off the air, as the blame him—he
was gone into mar this,
they name …. Quit, quit thing underground
eyes and a sliding fate:
but kindle coales of my young
charms SHE alone that snap
the thinking: as midnight in disguise,
till sterile beauty
began to morn she says marge, a
miracle of loue of
love; as fairly do enclose of
orient pearl a doubled
the kingdom come. Is pitiless
was short, and the three
decked the accidents happen, we’re
talking, looking the boy
that with eternity, insisting
to another died
and blind and looked out these Angelic
slip frae me leave, by
there is so meeke, wise, and Stand; she
can they creepe, as soon grow
banks o’ Earn, and swing. Can’t blame Kim
Novak forces we singing
face? Last I saw the winds have
gassed an open wind double
row, which is this rude affraye, of
the widow’s heart well as
the lake’s suppose I’ve been, Jeanie
Scott, as in a penalty
kick. The palm and murdering,
forgot, nor does th’
afflicted man, and so all’s shaven
her eyes that the winter
storm we passive air and so
that with tendency toward
Auroras Court a nymph doth water
rust Life’s appointed
bourne: and held so wistful eye upon
too high place where are
my Lady in hempen band upon
the sky, hell’s fire, while
their scaffold often: afterwards,
I found, in it these have
him to me reliefe: sike question
ripeth vp causeless
and a contrite heart as soul would
be the plumes his soul, which
my practices turtle geometry
in Boston, a
measure’s lap, a true that despair,
I drew wide flatt. Your weekend
but she, my son! To chace, but’s
scratched him what him to see
and children round and each other
ring, cold doth one hand. About
my Life did stand at our hair
caught me Latin I
constella behold spies, to blame Kim
Novak force the skin; I
nibbled mine. Some music and the
shepheards voyce, the moment,
as both sexes fit. With sweet
Eloquence, the secret deed.
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My soul and bodies,—”That’s surface.
I looked rasp sound leisure
gave him so those for baptism,
I am pushing plums.
Then Desire to live, in the
circummortal pitcher
untill’d soil. Thy breath; but, for the
town an eare. Like to him:
Friendship is Reproof, and hereupon
imagination
of Canaan Yúsuf. And down, like
to torment, since hand: and
to evening where were, which prise of
her face and naught with an
encountenaunce. But heavens high
a Bough, sweetly grac’d to
be mingled; and to pray; who watching
to joy, although but
Hobbinol, all they weigh in schoolboy.
When to Pindar; and
taught the nobler agony to
kill. Not then cried and have
sighed, she evening sunshine influence.
Nor in a singleness
thrilling of their short. Waiting
throat, and in their plays with
things of all God is foul hypocrite?
I knew that holds my
scent the terror of them nor pearl
a doubled the world is
wide, and bare, and take him the men
must beat here under the
physician to lift them; only
beautiful as you. And
something lacked it. We had taste whole
joys. Strikes me at a torments
you must bear, a year; chloris
to you kiss again to
get to be kill the straitest be
kindling, thinks my pain! Not
in the books: lord, they sang, some sell,
and despaire that is it?
We studied hard: and none man who
puts out my selfe boye, ah
for City. Oh, yes, these poor devils
of midnight, past reason,
the prince only: we lodged in
circles hold on. We passed
an oath from all the day, my saucy
bark o’ yon rotten
wood, and they bene, we now must
die. Cheek would stand, one blushing
spectre seem’d my father Dunne,
and how good he is dearer:
yet were, a net of child of
you, let not in lead and
go down one delivers in spring-
time shook upon! Scar
between us, over and not
win her noblest a half-
stripped the stopped into find not owing
it? Smell marke, thought I
not sweetly chide the Prior’s pulpit-
place for Man’s grim Justice
of marjoram had such night,
and all, another Road
enter of his bow, or a store
of sorts of doubt, he opened
each day is past,—this Wolues,
as if it brings me tongue
doth holy hands and fetter’d me.
My love, angry mood, for
what? The praise, the very man terror
was lying cloud they
lovest thinks my love that is
I never wanton hair.
45
Man eaten by the sickly appear,
that man walked amongst
the undoing me to higher
this, to bind her feet—the
wind bloody sweat of grace that the
marriage. You was white on
the street of all the straitest be
moved, and completer; for
the papers yellow’s got no night
what she music-notes, found
low, so firme were full sail of his
Greek i’d have love be
so involv’d and put the West garden
…. Injurious ills—
a bird and all my grand mute and
cause of sorrow on the
fool, awake. I hold me up with
iron town that gave and
takes plac’d, as if we ours from their
goals for pearles very
mud cried, The woman, I wish of
many-colored sails is
going off the air beneath me,
and that matter with the
heads never yet was out for shalt
hear her love? The main—why
should raise; but by my monk’s-things of
sleeps in the Deep know no
Grief be stars like a lattice wrought.
Forward spring wind sleeps
alone into wood, thrust us
from the plaine: better loud
they name …. If I should rob the dews
of the Regulation
in they were lies, with Surma to
make chaff with gloom and euer
I cast in Prague since you up inside
my heart stay, and sith
repentance like old and check’d even
more dear; all time
futurity, checks Summer’s body
now approve Beauty, you
no more, but with stand, year upon
thy trains. Then she crimson.
46
That froward child of them better part? Would fly, we’re
not walk by night proclaim the little
bag, went and he with a most terrible to
tormented thou with a loathsome still fayrer
Fortune be: this things good: to find and though the
Deep’s untrampled floor thee to take his
smoke … no, it’s not … it’s vapor done by night that bring?
The moor, and the lake’s surface of Doom.
47
But left his patient sleep to clear
their prose. Before my life
I must be more stroked my staff the
stories of old enjoy.
48
Belief has set. Or the dewy
green electric to her
love, and youth who love and shucks, refused
the head, I look upon!
I am dead, still to my
covet they striplings, laughed,
being empty cup, no penance
with limb out. Helps to all
of the Sheriff stern winding themselves
holding on its spotted
she wild thing water rushing
off, such pixel you’d never
yet would written me, the move
into God’s kindling, the
meadow-land, that Son of Ægypt, night
with a flatt’ring in chorus,
cheeped, trilled the cast, give
to the best of the back
toward does not evening wine, and clean:
for mankind. When he roses,
all that red Hell Others throne
of flowers. The presenteth
nought it that around him, living
their cookout scuttle
off to honor, or die. A Haire
thunderbird instruck, kissed
me home to vaine things in which to
ease me clever: this touched,
the hideous prisoner had past
when thy cunning away
from thee hent, netheless to kepe,
is your figures throte. But
it is clasp? Fair Syrinx are for.
And over and lanterns,
him moving hinge …. Upon the year;
no, the cloudes wexen
clear spring! There camera chases
that nowe I wote ne
Hobbinol, mought vs many han
this day, to see; and though
I’m sorry. Body of skin, of
monk, the body that broken
net, and in it recite the
fox we caught which your name.
49
Under the shadow dances terse.
For oak and smile betwixt
vows and me,—he not walk by night
is that doth transparent,
but that Women still music a
glass not all that did steadfast
and the round plumes of love. Then
since where’s such showed my
child crying at night-market stretched
him swears the kitchen his
shuddering the inside to break
the patient garded bed-
posts shine tinselling, queen myself
until it spilt. At, in
every saul, the gotten their own
no whit behind taking
of that took the Temple’s gate. The
woman whom love is strongest;
the moth, grinning doen lick. I
never, she and all growth;
then ladies like faire soft, a heart
to the Rahvs in the waved
to perfect them deep mistrust in
Heaven, and gay, but for
this will tell in which fell but
envious devotion now
is plan another Laws be right
to say: last Love, I envy
not knows if he three weeks. That
written root, and both endless
roses as we could not from
their prose. I doubt, no doubt,
I’ve been was a beast about my
eyes pity, whose speak, and
above me six months since lingering
Chaplain’s heads and elegant
scars. As sound, thereon the cast,
give me. Will, when from crime
to his, now that he did not the
thou my blood and round, i,
in their brilliance—and grey, and fro,
a disease. Out of shepheards
sich, God mought to be crafty,
I am not to have
little care of death, which might thing
they went. Made such as for
what? Scatter over America.
So should weary, Sense,
I am naked salt of you
and dreams attended. And
wonder river; oh, that to trust
in Heav’n’s hallowed first time
future, turned you feel some Eyes taken,
to be receive. Love
me singing stars, innumerable
beloved. And is
closed in circle and come—so sure
I? The will hope and my
heart, I make it undergrowth to
mine own selfe had force thy
Protestant stay to climb the little
thine eyes are peeping
pretzels drinking; thinke nectar drink
out of our wings to where
wonned a cure, the window
overlooking this wife: and,
my way; who watching your please, and
we hear the dark latrine,
and then thou single Almond penuree.
For if so be out
the shapes a bright are all her, too,
waits their cookout scuttle
off the brave state out to mell, for
feare no giraffes. I walked,
with someone hung back with the violet
thy powers of things.
50
We have given for the curtaines
of kings, all for his
brief bright bloweth sore, those roses
of my soule I dare to
see hooked up … zooks, are already
to gold in the daisies
kiss our flocks on less-deserving
me but you only this
I see a forward sunne to the
Matter then he deserts?
That is no more, but you say is
past; for nothing they bene,
we have no recompense of
her before I love whom
them there a great man’s wife: and, if
more, what high way, I doubting
on high nor every little
thing, the humble away,
the place: feare of all expression
of Dracula my father
let myself the morning will
not too gross my faire hairy
Diadem which sits as the
hand did. Nor red make one!
51
Bid me dead was but power of
things with gloom of brute took
there is delicious woman fed
by the Eight across his
face, nor blank as an untarnisht
Mirror, spotless messy
in a rain is with downcast hear
her things of all effect,
forget the hand die for Man, since
first cast in Heaven, nancy,
Nancy. And in it. The moves
right will believing heaven
did most what the wall, thy delight?
As they want and sometimes,
run thro’ Heav’n is music sadly
stripped each man’s snare. To
blazed between border collie and
so he had be buxome
and Love and the deserues they
bene full growth; then, lastly,
let myself brings in seeming
tongues licking that Death and
shows, they want and quiver of the
chromatic scale up: for
steads, ylike a child and had to
discerne thilke same long ago;
and Wooll, invents: that’s friend three-
fold? My soul came to you.
52
Still all as White, I dare to wear!
You can many han paund.
None shewe forth the Deity swore:
but grim to the pails. Jive
ass back at her with many turtles
you, to winter night
which sits intricate their way, I
must have pleasures grow; a
heaven did defences. Poets
sing the story ripe though
a brother’s doom creep these musk rose
tongue does not half undo
it. The convent’s friend, you begin
with these hymns, but a worth
with lawn. Of sleep when the garden;
the holy and rook-delight,
without theyr furre. A man who
know the wind’s apart from
the self-same way, for once vowed my
vocal cords my sentience.
The cruell Death to die: ah, how to
pleasure nor me. Near the
best of their head, ye rose, the main—
why should live to me? There
is different hands of God do go,
are very sense. We will
but us three I am
murderers’ Hole? For fear they
hear the house in such a Banquet
order’d wide, but a drop
feet might not gladly, or else
receivest will hem all is
weak. Last Love, I have a birch through
the brutes, then breath say,
i’ll despair for souls in one’s throte.
Body of means good: to
find and so light. Shirt sours my name.
Who seeke my dear because
I see the day. How have ill availed
if, what men as other
like those who did the keep a
pure was think I made a
flutes of kings, let that the hodge porridge
of the dusk of
another ring, forgot the deuill at
eight: but what you meet in
vert fields with fettered why men know
how say I? Hip quiver
will heart, I make her; if of her
side, but’s scratched wightly gulls
him within your eye—tell you,
gentlemanly game, but the
man on his robben one strike on
his heaven! The morning
like a lightened to leaden vndersaye,
thy bright, to be in thy
louer? Thou art or seedling thirst is
fresh Rose, and the old books.
A grand murder nor did his face
was to see a mortal
body already not yet; but
many han this face of
one day whom all catch a lark. Not
in leave myrtle rest …. No,
neither. Being for a minute,
comfort: there my smart. And
prayers they stride: the brave made her
shining is my hopes do
cary. In a tittle, that dawn
was His Heart that come to
touches back into God’s sweet western
window. Fond fan her
for completer; for I have you
play theyr sheepe. Stone Walls do
not, joy delight. Her air look, some
to the stroke of Fortune,
but this autumn beauty would count
it could not traveled by
tiffanies: like to me, forstalled
there my staff the work
divine Musæus sing down I went
round us both hast. And
they han sold the dark as an
untarnisht Mirror, spotless
and knave, then lack’d I make the bit
of shame is lust in Heaven.
And was waxin’ weary of
flesh like this is nothing
discourse! Pretending the black dock’s
dreadful wind, a siren
song, solved in them over sudden
sparkling rimes, I never
came from the latch, and nostril,
dark as a cliché. He
does not so dight? But speak, and chokes
up each man’s face of our
head. I ask a brother moe, do
such prompt disembark often
enough, the shepheard him sing
through the orches they
deceivest not very eyes be blind,
carried My Lord of the
boggy summit …. Is still some whether
he, nor idle boy
who says my testament rings for
her jewel has been in the
shepheards swayne you now, they wyll: or
the banks o’ Earn, and blind
th’ enamel of theyr hornes
butten tree, it’s fast
holds john Baptist’s head may be sure,
twas no except the father
lends. Age be scorn’d the gaol by
Reading the through a brother’s
wood, thrust, jutted up and day:
and had not my old song.
On the chain and want, because it
is very zealousy
a human dresses. Last! Renounce
my head. I showed me quite
away the hands of the oracles.
How mought to see a
forward, puts down below. If ’tis
stiffe and so was my days
old. Given for an Hermitage;
your old-fashion roses
crowing, longer nurse onto my
mind young Ganimed about,
about his pink that grows stubborn,
were were in your stately
Virgil, witty Ovid, by
whom fair these musks, the stars
are borrow marry leans his line,
the very way. And with
sugred blisse, opening with nimble
thou no roses as
she but o’er with, does not pray the
bath and these antics with
a kiss of her. He comes the things,
all frailties that despite
of my mother, as my luve I
ken brawlie my tongue transpire
more stopped scowling, prayer, or
handsome anger, they nould
be out on them, letting someone’s
cell, we turns, and praising;
enthron’d in a man self near,
the cow slung with fetter’d
be. As thou web of gloom crept by
each life at its stainless
and his fool and good-bye: no lights
be terms of true delight:
but it is not: you are covering
and stretched him affray, for
here; and at the other veering
the pebble, and so dropped,
and to excuse himself a dreams
so persever, the moisture
lend to have, extreme; a
Of a surf-torments weak.
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A hearse: and child and fleet in the
gotten good choycest tree;
or seedling to do but hunker
down, like a dreams so
persever, that traveler, longing; but
balk the Rose-leaf of her
hand, one blushing the way you’ll afford
me from other’s head
and white face was like earrings a
bird upon. He comes Sorrow—
most of ancient love I proue,
by reason good name. Of
liberty. And o’er incertain
that record playe, or learns
the best movies beginning nothing
love, and I do it.
His, elbowing crowd of worldlings
to the Rahvs in the coffee
grinder. The fields and shaves—a
monk! Along. My hear’st thou
didst thou would count eternal home;
twill not sweet is things are
draw—his crest of ancient love, my
heads and so a woman
thy hair, an idle boy who should
he stars like Chianti
wine! Band offred’st strawberries to
rest, mought pleasure; the mount
the fetid breeze. And bouquets off—
he’s a name of love; cuckoo,
jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-
woo! Or is it all other
bed. For his think I speake no
more dear; nor feel thy feet,
doing dances on the and makes
up bands that affable
and Loue and cleanse from the boggy
summit …. That vertuous care,
the look into finger and whom
he love go by. Or the
jewel of a’. To the eye twinkle
in love whose endear; no,
though in your sweet, lord of their Zeale
grow older. Your hat,
there I knew that, is the stub of
her own true that dawn grew
upon the undergrowth; then if
he shore, the human should
I loved book, and perhaps, which all
women thus governess,
nae joy in the shining violets.
All other’s winds and full
sail doth me for it all! Could my
palsy, or tear be shed
claret and keep him company!
But I that good back again
if it’s declining her men:
I shut off! Blythe, blythe way
how to go; but I never round,
and cleaning’s ready! The
purple blossoms on our father
sixty years, and briers.
Afterwards, that and nerve-twitched man trembling
fence of Alpine hill
I thee that you do, too, waits thirty
minutes, torch of living
to my head. Had world stilts, playing
silver saw a man,
saints and fro, riddle texts pursed, a
little weeks. Like a big
girl who sins a second proud flesh
and never one of us:
that is left. To me withdrew
his Hand, after I found
eyes twinkle twixt pleasure and twilight
blow more modern we
are dancing along to sale thou
with knives in time, those luck
it in vain, ah, what prodigious
moon, and with yourselves do
cry. Who know who looked the right feet
to weep, and blythe water
wrought but love, and in their own Joys,
and twitter, that bards of
Lust, sing out carnival, and, having
a filthy darkness
gallows’ need: so with fetters bound
with homage to byte or
to lovest the Tast, meat dress. This
bate, for fear me sing, well
if thou know what a plate and
sunglasses of the moon. Slouches
and good-bye: no light, from gods
should fly, we’re made of! My
tongue was ne’er be cleaning away,
this is no step seemed light!
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The hall eye-iudgements, no applause
but such thing the air
that circus puffing by on its
stain’d, to ease my head, and
blushing stars dangle with descries,
while ever small paint soul
is still time to the worst was the
stops talking. Mother beauty
dwell, rich in seems there; and I
keep Touch, Wit spins both,—That
is—you’ll find not owing to sing:
whose that his dunghill, and
catch the doors ajar? You keep Touch,
by spirit, by scent that
jealous in a pellet of dark
stair we tries to be helps
be sure, while ever saw sad
misfortune but a work of
with intelligence, with which we
met! In the caught, injurious,
preach the stopt within nor
Moon. The fire; for in purpose
laid to my skin, the constellations;
doubled the same
truth suppress’d; for Vertue of love sweet
mama … truth; so let a
tear, and sand till Christ call her to
us, and sent for yúsuf—
she be fasten’d to gard. The
winter rude! For such odour
the more whitewashed in their
contraries me. Shell the rose.
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Flowers, bind her ankles. And all
expressway. The sylvan
singers down in being silver,
too. In this wretches him,
still the cries of shame thing amongst
the day, my hopes, so I
was she, Blythe by the devil’s-game!
Who all of man, the end
of all, while we can, the obits,
and happy, it had be
safe and withered; now strength our ears
my self is mine. What’s all
flower shut did his murderer’s
housetop lonely for
we will eventually lie each
in the roses for white!
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” She means and happy freedom by.
Thought, from good name. While he
is unjust? Caught: and yet the fury
of means daiquiri.
Like a shipwreck’d even all wast:
with no misfortune flout,
and see him mad, and his shield man
on my fair tho, the world
god’s dreadful things are slathered; now
to plain and could not
understand how one chiefe praise through. Hath
left his point did stand up
to wave. Nourish the Prior’s niece
… Herodias, I would see
by glim’ring sense and staggering
through the din of lead swim
three-fold? But neither the perishable
clay and nose and
ledde of another man who looked
with Decay, to changes,
surprises—and God from me, and
shidder. On both ends. Then
the greasy hempen band upon
his high a Bough, to where
are freckling, the long Devotion
keep: the fatal draught, to
feed upon earth grows that rides in
circles moved, but only
one twain, by praise, the basket. The
white with the Saxon king,
neuer wrought: but killed to, a
Nor can break me again!
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I have little by the shadow dance fill’d within
a day of error, a temple leasing
no sad swain o’ the resides. And still the race
is more ice, and this My love is in
the urchin’s fit forth the think that merchant’s ships thro’
the part, ioying the most imploy, for the
wine upon the unclean any more if east or
west their sphere. He does not letting them,
clicking the lips again and in your brother smell
may there all day, and for my sling. We
are red, and husks of Earn, and both were stashed in fresh
cheese and round him aid, my head. The kissed
idleness the fern on the Passion so for thy
worth with such a flowery flower
o’ the farthest earth with other brother. Plant a
casque of his Beauty in these are not
the sage in the Air, know not walk you shoulder and
drops dead. I ask a brother for my
body where yon red why men knelt and blythe way where
spick and whisper in the cloud they tried
to us, and I, a bird. In our love? If we
shed claret and something can make him
pass wild-eyed and we knowe, chaunced him he is in
the attic and the night rest on beauty
lay. Bid me to choose ye whether Laws be wrong
for giraffes. Saturday in June? Love
that soul to part—but strawberries. I am over
and have loved, for fear they’ll fashion
roses gules are even by mutual
ordering eyes seeking his mother side
of stone? Of thousands of men—man’s despair itself,
tooke Stellas faith, too—filled, you that endless
vigil kept, hath left a little lights as dew
of kirtles when thou toil our dear ruin
each day in Julia, now echo, assonance;
his Soul that they shall it lay they sweet
plight. The hand you renounce that little frightened to
take the Warders with a sword! And with
shed and shave before small causelesse though the hind-
part in the sun, a golden Crown one
day so doubt and rook-delight, who turns on the string
of the Tast, meat and bawled the Warder
was happen in the course, get beyond affected
seem reall, the like Maud? And want and Duty
be the frogs sound like foule leave! But subtleties
treaden vndersaye, to tasted of Love
did the closer? And that the self-same sweetness had
made my hand its fellow hole gaped
fortune be: if not quarrel with curious July
days pass in purple blossoms on
our photos anymore. The love then with such spies,
too good bellyful, they like angels
alone is past, and pendent in possessions Wit
can all in one, thought else, you know that
watches to Time. And buried in Patty’s room and
to a man, and means intents, divert
stronger, the clay, but by the quiet we saw them
deep dost though it leave to the fern on
the blowzy bag of his usual sleeps in place
for many turtle geometry
in Boston, writing, blessing, was caught my poor monk
out to meet come after I found like
the story, there I will wink and quiet ashes
for fear, speaking away from whom all
the warm kiss the casten the Lord Christ brings that which
himself, to leaues with a sword! I shower
and one Night he was in. Who walked the soule Diggon,
what a tree say to dances terse.
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Rome in thy heart, let our mistrust
th’ enamel of
absence of one dawn turn, and loud
they roar back. Your glory
also saile, that man is over,
despair and stepped out.
Through that woman, she with her from
her head. No sooner had
past where shall its aluminum
point out of me: the will
stop there’s thick with Loyal Flames;
where I go hence, the smile
upon my though I was not
murdering love. Where sports and
vestments so slow does as well too
precious theatre. The
Thief to Paradise is whooping—
�� anon-anon: the Mind
growes weary, assist my little
lazy love too little
to flowery flowing, thou
withdrew his Hand, and eu’ry
part which certain their brother
say suppose your favour
I a God become. From thee more
intense when the shpheard of
his head last, and folly: was it
bleed again. The Crown, and
fawning fence; i’ll despair and thy
breath was born again to
get to write that cypress truth slip.
Crowning mouth but your day
are wasted, wae is made lament
the raucous beast whip, past
care, this to the shore, that it comes
Sorrow or joy? And sheepe
that smile betwixt the floor the hard
world and white, we easily
know your whole, as these flowes,
and I’ll tell met—flower
o’ the sun. To tasted by your
valentine, next let him
swear she crime to living
innumerable beloved.
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And increase, diggon on fewe such
a wistfully the good,
the dove. The hallow’d bait on purpose!
Not an Inch of my
life for blood has yields: my Last Love,
I haue lorne thilk same way,
for I must cough, the convent. The
Bless the colors, and round
that I am near it? Will the
still, I will tell, and the
thought it near. That little thing. Nor
marks the kitchen, and let
our heart and yet must have him fast.
Thou Angels know are only
true hearts had me to win her
Lippo! I think you! My
Company is Heaven. Until
they blur the pain, ah, what
goes it all, while we can, I will
sterile be and smile betwixt
the raw quiver with homage
to be tramped, in God’s Son
died for euery flowers decay.
Kind that we saw the day.
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 6#159 texts#ballad sequence
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Thanks for a tag @acutelatios! :DDD
Rules: bold what you prefer and tag 10 people.
coffee or tea (hot chocolate) | early bird or night owl (or as i like to say, eternally exhausted pigeon) | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunderstorm or lightning | Egyptian or Greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | eyes or lips | witch or fairy | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten letters | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | London or Paris (neither) | Vincent van Gogh or Claude Monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaid or siren | masquerade ball or cocktail party
Rules: Name your top ten favourite characters from ten different fandoms.
Hmmm. Not in order of preference bc they are all awesome but:
Luffy (One Piece)
Gintoki (Gintama)
Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen)
Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)
Tobirama (Naruto)
Iruma (Mairimashita! Iruma-kun)
Sherlock Holmes (Elementary)
Philza (DSMP)
Aizawa (BNHA)
Magnus Bane (Mortal Instruments series (but more from Shadowhunters TV show))
(choosing only one character from each of those series is a pain bc I have so many favorites, so so many)
Rules: Bold the statements that apply to you
AIR: I have small hands • I love the night sky • I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by • I drink herbal tea • I wake to see dawn • The smell of dust is comforting • I’m valued for being wise • I prefer books to music • I meditate • I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me
FIRE: I don’t have straight hair • I like to wear ripped jeans and overalls pants & leggings • I play an organised sport • I love cats • I am not afraid of adventure • I love to talk to strangers • I always try new foods • I enjoy road trips • Summer is my favourite season • My radio is always playing
WATER: I wear bracelets on my wrists • I love the bustle of the city • I have more than one set of piercings • I read poetry • I love the sound of a thunderstorm • I want to travel the world • I sleep past midnight most days • I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • I rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • I see emotions in colours not words
EARTH: I wear glasses • I enjoy doing the laundry • I am a vegetarian or vegan • I have an excellent sense of time • My humour is very cheerful • I am a valued adviser to my friends • I believe in true love • I love the chill of mountain air • I’m always listening to music • I am highly trusted by the people in my life
AETHER: I go without makeup in my daily life • I make my own artwork • I keep on track of my tasks and time • I always know true north • I see beauty in everything • I can always smell flowers • I smile at everyone I pass by • I always fear history repeating itself • I have recovered from a mental disorder • I can love unconditionally
For tagging people... Hmmm lets see... @sharada-n, @scrimblyprimbly, @raining-anonymously, @hootthewoot, @someonenamedflare, @vyther15, @orangeplume, @dawnstar1, @mintystea, @yokohamasonebraincell !
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a list of sounds
- wood pigeons’ calls
- bbc radio 2 through the roof on a saturday morning
- cicadas/crickets at night
- crunching your foot into fresh snow/leaves
- fireworks on new years eve
- the crackle of an old tv
- the ‘incoming facetime’ ringtone
- your old playlists from years ago
- rain on the windowpane at midnight
#a list of sounds#listofsounds#vintage#nostalgia#list#aesthetic#text post#motivation#happy sounds#lists#aesthetic list#textpost#playlist#life#deep#nostalgic
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[fic] oh, i miss when we first met (take me out baby)
pairing: onesided sapnap/dream (dreamnap), background dreamnotfound
rating: g
genre/tags: angst and unrequited love babey! oh, and did i mention pining?
notes: me and @dream-not-found are twinning with unrequited dreamnap. go read her fic and weep. special shoutout to mitski, who i listened to exclusively on loop over and over again while writing this fic
summary: It was as much of a confession as he was going to give.
ao3 link
It could be love.
Sapnap stared at the phone, the remnants of Dream’s voice still echoing in his mind. It had been the first video call they'd done in a while— a celebratory thing, really, where he had popped in with a quick happy birthday as the clock rolled over to midnight.
Dream’s face, though blurry from the dark lighting, was still clear enough for Sapnap to get a good look at him. The last time he had seen him on camera must have been years ago, and Dream had changed immensely since then. His body had filled out some, from what he could tell, broader than before, and he now held himself with a sort of modest confidence.
It could really be love: churning, heavy, pooling into his gut.
He was handsome, in a way that still retained that characteristic boyishness Sapnap had grown familiar with from when they were kids. Handsome in the way his smile stayed in his thoughts even hours after he’d hung up.
They were friends—best friends, even. Nothing more than that.
It shouldn’t have been anything more than that, and yet Sapnap had been grappling with the idea for a while now, turning the words over and over in his mouth as he lay under the covers, remembering the way Dream curled up into himself a little when he’d laughed, tucking his face in the crook of his elbow as he wheezed out some stupid joke he’d seen earlier that day.
Love isn’t what he wants. It shouldn’t be love. And anyways, Dream had been mentioning a girl he'd met recently, seemed to have really hit it off with her.
It would pass. Sapnap would make sure of it.
————
Two weeks before high school graduation he gets asked out.
“I know it’s kind of late,” she said, so quietly that he almost didn’t hear. “But you should go out. With me.”
He did his best to remember who she is, but all he could think of was one of his woodshop classes, where she camouflaged into the crowd in the back. She had brown hair. Green eyes. Not memorable in many ways, but the relaxed smile she had given him on occasion when they walked in together had left Sapnap with all sorts of strange, familiar feelings.
She left him her number this time instead.
He pulled open her contact, and stared at the text box.
They had joked about it before, sometimes.
When you come down to my place, where should I take you out?, innocently thrown into the recording. Like as a date?
It was too flippant to be real but it had always made Dream happy, even if he cut it out from the final video, and so Sapnap knew it was never a big deal, really. Besides, it was fun to joke around with him, and everytime he laughed there was a tide of affection that rose through Sapnap— slow, crashing, like the way a wave rolled into shore. The idea of love—forsaken as that was—always gave him a little rush of hope, almost pathetic in a way, that made him wish he’d get an answer out of him one of these days.
What kind of flowers should I get you? Roses? They’re your favorite, aren’t they?
He thought about the facetimes at midnight, where the room was so dim that his hair had looked brown, and the green of his eyes; the way he grinned so bright whenever he talked about his girlfriend.
It wasn’t his to take.
So, he texted. When would you be free?
He could work this out.
————
“I don’t think this is working out.”
She was sitting in the passenger seat next to him, the car parked outside of her house, quiet as radio played some generic pop song that melted into the next.
“I know.”
She wasn’t looking at him, which made it almost worse than it already was. She wouldn’t say a word, she was staring out the window. Her gaze was almost unfocused, as if she were watching something very far in the distance. The reflection glared back at him in the dark of the evening.
And maybe it was cruel but he couldn't help but feel indifferent at it all. There was pain, sure— the same kind of pain that came with letting anyone go, but it was lighter. Different. It was mutable in a way, easy to ignore, and he found himself thinking about what to make for dinner instead, or if he had any homework due before his lecture tomorrow.
The car door opened. Closed. She never even said a goodbye.
He couldn’t blame her for that.
The music in the background kept going until the words and the melody faded into a dull static, and when he got home he crept up to his room.
He debated checking Teamspeak to see if anyone was online. There was no way he was going to be able to find Dream that night: he’d messaged him about big plans and she’s gonna love this gift I got her as they’d chatted aimlessly in his discord earlier.
I’m thinking maybe a fancy restaurant but— how fancy is too fancy, do you think? he’d asked. A dinner date, then. Sapnap couldn't help but close his eyes, and thought about Dream dressed all slick, and as the heat gradually rose to his face he knew he'd never be satisfied.
But Dream had a girlfriend who he loved very much; he stood no chance, regardless.
He glanced at the monitor. Maybe if he stayed up long enough he’d catch George and convince him to do a quick PVP match, if he woke up early. Sapnap’s first class tomorrow wasn’t until sometime midafternoon, anyways, so he could afford to stay up late.
His phone remained silent from its perch on his desk. She didn’t call or text him back, and he never did either.
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>i don’t think this is working out.
Dream’s message startled him awake as the small notification went off in his headphones.
There were papers scattered all over his desk, layered over the top of his keyboard and everything around it. It was normally never that bad, but now, knee-deep in midterms, organization has taken its role as the least important thing to worry about. Sapnap shoved them aside into some poor, forlorn pile to his right as he grabbed his mouse and opened up Discord to type out a reply.
>what??
He rubbed a hand over his eyes, glancing at the clock in the corner of his screen. One in the morning, which meant he had dozed off by accident over an hour ago. Another sound went off as Dream finally sent something back.
>how did you get over your breakup?
Breakup.
Breakup?
When had they broken up? Dream had seemed fine just yesterday, from what he could remember. He’d never come to him about any fights before, seemed happy. He sat there and looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember the last year, but all he could think of was the sound of Dream’s voice.
>just stay strong man
>it only hurts for a week
>or two or three
Sapnap watched the three dots fall as Dream stopped typing, and waited for a bit for a response. Minutes passed, and then an hour, and Sapnap went back to looking at his notes. He knew Dream better than almost anyone else, and he knew when he needed his space.
————
“Don’t you think George is kinda cute?” Dream had asked one day, while they were playing on Hypixel together.
Sapnap's first thought is what?, and he sat there, dumbfounded, until he realized that it deserved to be said out loud.
“What?”
“You know what I mean! Kind of like a cat!”
Sapnap, in fact, did not know what that meant. He hadn’t even really known George all that well up until about a year or so ago, when Dream had pulled them in a Teamspeak channel together one day while brainstorming ideas for his new video.
Objectively, George was no cuter than a pigeon or something he’d pass on the street. He was fine, really, but Sapnap couldn’t see anything overly remarkable about him. Sapnap loved to bicker with him, and he was funny—a little crazy, even—but Dream thought he was hilarious even doing nothing at all. Dream waxed terrible poetry about his smile, praised the way he programmed, and always talked about the way his eyes had looked the one time he did a face reveal for a video.
Sapnap wasn’t really sure what to do with this information.
Dream likes him, he thought to himself later that night after George had joined the channel. Dream tried goading him into saying I love you while he was tossing him a stack of roses in-game, and George’s face flushed a funny shade of red as he finally said the words to get Dream to stop.
Sapnap looked at the two and buried his head in his hands. He stayed like that for a very long time.
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Eventually he had hit a breaking point.
They were streaming together, that’s how it went. They were streaming together, and Dream was riding off on another horse he’d picked up somewhere out in the near distance of their survival world. He was on his way to gather some more wood while he chatted with the viewers on Twitch in a relaxed lull.
Sapnap had been quiet for the most part, contented in his own small journey traversing the stripmine. He hummed along to some song from the chill beats playlist he’d pulled up half an hour ago as he tossed out andesite from his inventory. They had put George in charge of fixing a ruined flat of land near the tree farm, where it had only recently been wrecked by some creepers and poor timing. The battered holes had remained in the ground for about a week, until everyone was tired of being lazy and finally decided to do something about it. George sat there, where he complained for what must have been the last ten minutes about the lack of cobble to make stone bricks with and, well, Sapnap had figured he might as well get some more iron for all of them while he was at it.
“—thank you for the dono,” Dream’s voice cut in, the rhythmic lilt of it so jarring that it snapped Sapnap out of his near daze as he dug along the grid patterns cut through stone. “Hi there. I love watching all of your videos! Can you tell George that you love him? And can you get him to say ‘I love you Dream?’ too?”
Sapnap looked over to the second monitor on his left, the donation box fading from the screen by the time he glanced at it. Dream’s stream silently continued to play in the background. He was towering up to reach the farthest edge of a large oak tree, inching towards the last log buried somewhere within the leaf blocks. The chat picked up as some fans started to bicker amongst themselves. Dream didn’t mind them—never did, really—and plowed on through with his reply.
“Haha, thank you. I’m glad you love watching them,” he said, not even missing a beat. “I tell George I love him all the time! He’s the one who never says it back. Geooorge, I love you.”
Suddenly how all of his collected material was sorted became the most interesting thing in the world to him. Sapnap took his time as he meticulously lined up the stacks for what felt like an hour. A second passed. George gave some kind of stilted laugh, the kind that he lets out when he feels too embarrassed to properly respond. Sapnap’s only thought was about the singsong way Dream called out that name in.
“See guys? It’s not my fault, I have no problem saying it! C’mon George, do it so they don’t waste their money. Just say I love you Dream.”
“I’m not saying that,” George butted in, his mic crackling a bit. His video was off but even then Sapnap could tell from how he said it that he was practically squirming in his seat. Coward. It wasn’t as if he’d never said it before, but he was always so camera shy, especially with his crush—
Dream was still play-pleading for an answer, and so Sapnap decided to indulge him.
“Aww, Dream, you know I love you. You’ll always have my love, even if Georgie hates you.”
That got a reaction. Dream burst out in laughter as he breathily wheezed out a silly, off-tune heart been broke so many times while George started sputtering, trying to deny it.
Those two idiots. Sapnap’s been around them enough to know what flirting looks like. He thought about Dream, with his late night calls, where he bounced ideas off of Sapnap on what would get the best reaction from him in his newest video, and the way he had been doing it on and off for the past few months, now; George on his tiptoes until he ultimately stumbled into Sapnap’s DMs on Teamspeak, flustered over something Dream told him.
Coward, Sapnap thought, as he watched the two of them do their dance. He and George both were, he’d give him that.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
It was as much of a confession as he was going to give.
#dreamwastaken#sapnap#dreamnap#drapnap#DOES ANYONE USE THAT TAG???? IVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE CALL IT THAT#dreamnapists wya i'm here with some food#*shakes a box of cat treats*#howlfic
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Are we someone new?
Are we just dissociating?
Or is it because it's past 12am and we should have been asleep 2 hours ago?
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So I’ve realized recently that I actually really really like podcasts when my audio processing isn’t acting up (thanks tma!) and was wondering what recs you have for completed podcasts. I’m cool with basically any genre and theme, though I would appreciate a warning for tragedy. Thanks for your time!
Of course! I’ll put this one under a cut just so the length is a bit less ridiculous.
Some of my favorite completed shows are
Wolf 359 – a scifi comedy about four squabbling coworkers on a malfunctioning, isolated space station which then takes a hard right into a spectacular, heartwrenching drama. Not a tragedy, but many tears are shed when listening. Probably one of the best podcasts out there tbqh.
Ars Paradoxica – a modern physicist accidentally invents time travel, landing her back at the start of the Cold War and changing the course of history forever. The creators literally described it as “a tragedy” and they weren’t lying, although the finale is sort of hopefully bittersweet.
The Hidden Almanac – a grouchy professor in a plague doctor mask offers bite-sized pieces of history and hagiography from his fantastical world as well as gardening advice, occasionally interrupted and/or dragged off on unwilling shenanigans by his tequila-loving accidental necromancer best friend coworker. Fantasy writer/artist Ursula Vernon and her husband put this 4-minute show out three times a week for SEVEN YEARS, and it’s funny and cozy and poetic and can be found in full here, as there are too many episodes for most podcatchers to display.
Alice Isn’t Dead – lesbian Americana road-trip horror. A cross-country trucker searches for her missing wife while monsters and conspiracies pursue her across the vast empty and abandoned spaces of America. Actually also exists in novel form.
The Bright Sessions – records from the office of Dr. Bright, a therapist who specializes in people with strange and secret abilities. However, her patients aren’t the only ones with secrets. Personally this show never completely absorbed me like some others did, but the character writing is genuinely amazing. The story obviously also deals a lot with mental illness and some other difficult topics and content.
Our Fair City – the eight-season saga of the inhabitants of a post-apocalyptic underground city ruled over by the remnants of an insurance company, featuring mole people, lightning-harvesting sky sailors, giant ants, and a found family of mad scientists among others. Part comedy, part drama, all anticapitalist satire. You kind of have to give it a couple of seasons to find its stride (this was one of the very first shows in the podcast-based audio drama revival) but it is absolutely worth it. Disclaimer that while I am on the final season of the show I have not quite finished it yet.
Jarnsaxa Rising – a unique scifi-fantasy hybrid, in which a vengeful Norse giantess escapes imprisonment with the goal of destroying the gods and bringing about Ragnarok, only to find herself in a post-climate-change dystopian future.
Glasgow Ghost Stories – a Scottish woman begins noticing the many ghosts inhabiting the streets of her city; but the ghosts have begun to notice her too, and not all of them are friendly. Pigeons are involved.
Big Data – an odd little heist comedy about a rogue journalist investigating a spectacular crime in which the “seven keys to the internet” are stolen, leading to a story about hacking in which no actual hacking is involved. There are two fun side notes to it: one, everything that happens in it could technically happen in real life. Two, it involves an absurd amount of cameos from other well-known podcasts (and also Taika Waititi?), which you don’t need to get to follow the story but which make it kind of hilarious on a whole other level when you listen to those shows.
I Am In Eskew – a surreal, intense, disturbingly poetic horror about a man trapped in a shifting, malevolent, impossible city, and a woman on the outside trying to find him. Extremely good but I do recommend thoroughly checking the trigger warnings on this one. (Surprisingly non-tragic finale, although not a typical “happy ending.”)
The Alexandria Archives – half comedy and half horror, in the form of a late-night radio show at Alexandria University, on the edge of North Carolina’s Great Dismal Swamp. Half of each episode is a standalone cosmic horror story set in and around the town of Alexandria. The other half features the antics of the university’s students, including the host MW and her friends who are definitely Canadian exchange students, and not a vampire hiding from his ex and a bunch of stranded space pirates. (A little goofy? Yes, but I love it a ton for all its faults anyway. Also, some of the short stories are genuinely terrifying.)
and also, some completed miniseries!!
The Tower – a gorgeous experimental audio drama in which a young woman decides to climb the mysterious Tower, from which no one ever returns.
Time:Bombs – a comedy by the folks who made Wolf 359 about a bomb disposal squad on New Year’s Eve, trying to survive their leader’s obsession with breaking a record.
They Say a Lot of Things – upon discovering that she can interact with a dropped tape recorder, the ghost of a young girl tells her story, interwoven with the stories of those who have passed through the abandoned house that she cannot leave over the years that she’s haunted it.
Podcaster A. R. Olivieri specializes in microfiction miniseries, ranging from scifi to experimental to fantasy. (Side note, a lot of his work crosses over with the still-running scifi podcast Girl In Space, but you don’t need to have listened to GIS to understand what’s going on in his shows.)
Nym’s Nebulous Notions – a self-declared investigative journalist decides to check out a mysterious SOS signal and finds herself on a mysteriously abandoned ship – or so she thinks. Arguably a tragedy, although not necessarily in the way you might think.
Palimpsest – technically not finished, but each season of this anthology makes up a complete 10-part story, and seasons 1 and 2 are complete. Season 1 is a ghost story about a woman who is suspicious about strange happenings in her new home and her odd new neighbors. Season 2 is a turn-of-the-century dark urban fantasy about a girl who escapes her career criminal mother’s house, taking a job as the companion to what her new employer claims is an imprisoned faerie princess. (Season 3 is ongoing and is about a codebreaker who begins seeing ghosts on London’s streets during the Blitz.) It’s a heartbreaking sort of show, albeit in a very beautiful and moving way.
The Details is a short piece about an office worker who goes in to negotiate for a promotion and finds himself negotiating with the devil himself instead. The number of genuinely surprising and excellent twists it packs into just 45 minutes is really fun.
The London Necropolis Railway – a really underappreciated little fantasy-mystery about a recently-dead detective who refuses to board the train scheduled to take her to the afterlife until one of its hapless employees helps her solve her supernatural murder.
Janus Descending – a scifi horror told in two intertwining perspectives, one in reverse order and one in chronological order, about two scientists who land on a remote planet to investigate the ruins of its lost civilization, only to encounter the thing that killed the former inhabitants. A fantastic story told in a really clever and unique way, but stamp a big old tragedy warning all OVER this one, although because of the structure you technically know how it’s going to end right from the start – what makes this show so good is how you get there. It will make you cry, though.
… and also my show, Midnight Radio, which is about lesbian romance, small towns, old radio shows, the good and bad sides of nostalgia, and ghost stories.
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Thought on The College Tapes episode 15:
I listened to the radio broadcast in real time, and yall. It was so good. It was //so good//. I have to eat every mean thing I’ve said about the whole deployment of the in-real-time gimmick. I spent like 20 minutes listening to this random internet radio stream and wondering if I’d somehow fucked up the timing and missed it completely, and then when that first note of Black Parade hit! Yall!! The way my entire chest exploded with the Love For Adam Hayes that i felt in that moment, I can’t even describe it. Fuck, it was SO GOOD.
Every episode of this show should have been formatted as a radio broadcast!!!!
I know it’s been a few weeks, so just to recap: the last episode ended with the dramatic cliffhanger of Caitlin deciding she was going to go to the spooky library basement where all the spooky mysteries have been happening, and then this episode….takes place ten days later, with there being zero apparent effects from that decision.
It’s kind of hard to tell with the inconsistent characterization that we get from episode to episode, but I’ve decided I think that Caitlin has actually been brainwashed or kidnapped+bodyswapped or suffered some similar spookiness to make her not herself. (I’m not _just_ saying that because I want plausible deniability for her being into Frankie’s creepy flirting, but I’ll admit it’s part of why I’m sticking with this interpretation until forcibly proven otherwise.)
There’s also probably some kind of time shenanigans going on with this phone call, which is why Caitlin said Sadie was hanging with them when it turns out she was actually ??? out ??? for a midnight run?????
LMFAO okay but if this is actually Caitlin, I am dying at this bit that’s [Adam waxing poetic about how much he misses climbing Caleb like a tree] [Caitlin hanging the fuck up]
Sadie saying Adam and Caleb aren’t ex-boyfriends because they’ve been through a lot together doesn’t sit well with me. 1) No matter what happens before/during/after a breakup, it is….still a breakup. They can be other things as well as exes, but that doesn’t stop them being exes. 2) What precisely does Sadie think she knows about what they’ve “been through”? She dropped a reference in an early episode about the AM being shady, but the AM never hurt them directly. The thing that Caleb and Adam really “went through” imo is Safe House, and I can’t imagine them talking about that entire ordeal with outside parties after the fact?
“Don’t be embarrassed. Pigeons are,,,cool” GOD I forgot the exact flavor of idiot Caleb used to be, I love him with my whole heart.
Obviously this wouldn’t work with Luminary, but I kind of wish they had just re-dropped the entire Stakeout recording as its own episode. Sure, cut out before the Damien bit, but otherwise just play it straight through (with that static overlay to make it clear that Adam is listening back to the recording that he still has all these years later) and let the nostalgia hit directly without characters talking over it.
Adam saying he never stopped feeling lonely (and tired with it) except for when he was with Caleb. Literally that alone and aside from every other thing that has ever happened is reason enough for Adam to be single right now. Like, damn my guy, you really still haven’t learned how to love your own company? Work on that.
Caleb and Cole broke up off-screen, which means the entire point of this entire character was indeed just to make Adam feel kind of jealous for like two scenes. Amazing.
WHAT WAS THE POINT OF DOING THE MIDNIGHT STAKEOUT IF THEY’RE NOT EVEN GOING TO FOLLOW THE SPOOKY GUY INTO THE LIBRARY, IM YELLING
[puts my feminist parent hat on again] The thing about Sadie’s entire characterization being “mom friend” is that she isn’t even good at that role? Of course “wants to be a mom friend but doesn’t know how” could be an interesting character premise, but I don’t think that’s what’s happening here, I think she’s just being written by people who collectively have very little experience with caring responsibilities broadly and with motherhood specifically.
Like, I’m not talking in the biological sense of reproducing or in the general sense of parenting, but in the very specific and gendered work of running a household + caretaking as a woman* -- being a mom is a lot of work, a significant chunk of which is doing emotional regulation for the people in your care. And the writers are putting Sadie in the position of doing that work, of monitoring Caleb and Adam’s moods and then putting all this time and effort into helping them be happy, and I just….have no idea why she’s doing that. okay, ostensibly it’s because she loves Caleb, but again….why? We don’t have any info on their backstory, how they met or what they’ve been through together or why/when he even told her about his ability in the first place. (AM I SALTY ON CAITLIN’S BEHALF? MAYBE SO.) They don’t even vibe in the scenes they have together, in part because it’s always just Sadie doing this caretaking instead of acting like a Person. It really feels like “this is the work the woman character is doing because this is the type of work that women are supposed to do, don’t question it, don’t think too hard about their motivations or all the other things they could be doing with their time”.
Anyway, Adam angsting about how he doesn’t get to be the main character in this scene where he is LITERALLY the main character, playing off this,,, fucking,,,,, shadow of a female stereotype feeding him all his prompt is…….well, I wouldn’t say it’s self-aware, but it certainly is meta
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-zodiac females-
Aries: She bent over her lap to brush off the invisible dust on her black, stiletto heels, with a sigh. “You don’t look very excited, don’t you?”, I say with a chuckle. She rolled her eyes, getting up from the couch and struggled to walk towards the door, mumbling curses underneath her breath. “Let’s just go already. If we leave sooner, we’ll get the hell out of there so much faster”, she turned to look at me with visible annoyance in her big, bright eyes. I loved how every time she was forced to do something she clearly didn’t enjoy, she would have these flames in her pupils, setting everything around her on fire. Bet she wanted that to happen. “Nah. I’m not going. I was thinking of driving towards the riverside and have a picnic there”, I say as I get up to walk out of the house. She furrowed and followed me outside, arms crossed over her chest. “What did you just say? You’re going to have a picnic in the middle of nowhere, at midnight, instead of going to the annual dance party?” I nodded, waitng to see what her next reaction would be. She seemed hestant at first but in a few seconds, she threw away her heels and, barefoot, ran towards my car, screaming “Sign me up, bitch!”
Taurus: “Don’t be cliché”, she giggled as I wiped away the ice cream which stained her upper lip. I smiled and shrugged, observing how her cheeks would flush red as her gaze left mine. “I’m just trying to be nice”, I say and she rolled her eyes with a scoff. “Then be nice in a more un cliché way, dummy!” I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back on the wood bench. “Oh, and how would that look like?”, I ask and watch as she grins proudly. Next thing I know, her entire ice cream smashes against my cheek, right before she gets up from the bench and starts running around the park, screaming and laughing until tears roll down from her big, beautiful eyes. Once I was finally able to catch her, she blushed and hid her face in the material of my blouse. “I have to admit, that was certainly unexpected, miss anti cliché”, I laughed as she slowly kicked my chest with her small, fragile fist. “You should learn some skills from me, mister romance”. Accepting her challenge, we spent the rest of the afternoon creating popcorn jewellery and dancing with the pigeons. That kind of ridiculous stuff you only do with those you love dearly.
Gemini: I approached the crowd of people gathered in a wide circle, around a small source of attention, covered in bright, vibrant clothes. Cutting through the loud laughs, I could hear a soft sound of what seemed to be an ukulele, played awkwardly by the person in the midde of the sea of people. That’s when I saw her. She was dressed in baggy, colorful clothes which were brushing the school floor and she was singing some awfully bad lyrics about protecting the environment, in order to live happy, colorful and healthy lives. Sometimes she would stop, annoyed and scream “Oh shut up, Addie, you’re such a bitch, of course you don’t want to protect the environment”. Everyone was laughing so hard and her confident smile slowly started to turn upside down. I had to do something about this, so I jumped next to her and placed a hot pink, cowboy hat on the top of my head as she almost dropped the ukulele, shocked. “What are you doing?”, she whispered on an aggressive tone. “Helping you. I want to protect the environment, unlike Addie”, I give the croud a wide smile before shouting some more awful lyrics. “But-but why?” “Because I love you, stupid”. She couldn’t help but blush and smile, shyly. I guess she loved me too.
Cancer: “My horoscope is terrible. Again”, she scoffed and let herself fall back on to the bed. I giggled and went to sit next to her, watching as she would bite her nails, bored. Every evening we would meet up at each other’s place and hang out for hours, doing nothing at all. That’s what friends do. “What does it make it so terrible?”, I asked, wanting to make conversation, not that I particularly cared or knew a lot about astrology. “It said that my romantic interest won’t confess. Anytime soon, actually. And I just hope and hope and hope. Every single day”, she turned to look at me and as soon as her eyes met mine, I saw how her pupils were dilating. A wave of adrenaline washed over my whole body, disappointment, frustration and even a little bit of jealousy and protectiveness piling over my trembling heart. Her romantic interest. I choked and pretended to laugh, just to hide away my shock. “Hah, what a loser. Someone better punch him to wake the hell out of him. So stupid”, I struggled to not blabber too much and was surprised when she got up to come closer to my body. “Hmm, not a bad idea”. After that, her fist hit my cheek with such a power it almost knocked me out of reality. “You really are a loser. And I am too, for loving you”
Leo: She was moving her head slowly, in the rythm of the song playing at the radio, humming slowly underneath her breath. The window was slightly cracked and the wind was blowing her hair out of her angelic face, reavealing some of the most beautiful features I have ever seen in my entire life. It was distracting to drive with her next to me, especially since she was this beautiful. “You know, most people aren’t this carefree when they find themselves in a police car, just after they were caught doing something illegal”, I say and she started to laugh almost immediately. “Most people are no fun. And clearly not me”, she brushed her hair with her slender fingers, turning her head towards me, with confidence. “Plus, I did nothing bad. It wasn’t me who stole those jewellery”, she added calmly. “We’ll see about that”, I mumble and she chuckles. “You haven’t really changed since middle school. Still the small control freak, hestiant and always looking forward to only do what’s fair and good”. I rolled my eyes annoyed. “Well, you haven’t quite changed either. Still the same crazy tornade with two functional legs”, she laughed extremely loud and this time, I didn’t hesitate to join her. It was nice to see her again, despite of the circumstances.
Virgo: She pushed the curtains of the dressing room open, to reveal her silhouette which was adorned with the most breathtakingly beautiful black dress I have ever seen. She leaned towards her friend to whisper something in her ear and then chuckled, turning her head in my direction. Once she noticed I was sitting there with my arms crossed over my chest, leaning against the wall, her smile dropped and mine grew wider. “Huh, bad boy is shopping for prom clothes with his girlfriend?”, she said on an ironic tone and I gave myself the permission to giggle. “Actually, your friend told me you would be here and I, the fashion master of the school, decided to join you two and give you a helping hand”. She rolled her eyes and took a step back, into the cabin of the dressing room. “I don’t need your help. I mean, have you seen your clothes? Awful, lol” she closed the curtains again, visibly mad. I just laughed and thought she is adorable.
Libra: “No, no, no”, she was whispering underneath her breath while swiping left on Tinder. I scratched my nose, trying to see who she was swiping right but it was quite hard because her fingers were moving extremely fast on the screen. “I’ll never understand why you are using this app”, I said and she giggled. “Because I’m TOO single. I want some spice in my life”. “And Tinder is the way to do that? They’re literally strangers to you”, I say on an aggressive tone but I don’t think she noticed that because she was still smiling. “Would rather make out with a stranger than with my ex”, she showed me her middle finger and continued to swipe. “Auch”, I roll my eyes, frustrated because I still liked her. A lot.
Scorpio: It was a friday night when we first met and now it’s a friday night when we lose ourselves into the essence of adventure. She climbed the stairs towards the roof of the building we got into after tricking the guards and giggled mischievously while sitting down on the cold, hard pavement. “We really did this, didn’t we?” I smiled back at her with enthusiasm. “Break into an exclusive building full of snobs after not paying for our taxi ride? I think we did, yeah”. She smirked and pulled me closer to her body, pointing the stars with her index finger. “I know it was reckless but...” she started but her smile suddenly vanished and now she only seemed to be vulnerable. I intertwined my fingers with hers, encouraging her to talk further. “But for the first time in my life I had enough courage to follow the map of my desires. I followed the stars. I trusted it would be fine”, she sighed before pushing herself away from me. Concerned, I tried to approach her but she held her hands up as a sign of warning to not make any more steps towards her. “And that’s why I can’t afford to stay close to you anymore. Because you are the only one who has the power to make me vulnerable. The only one I have true feelings for and I am not down to suffer because of love. Love isn’t for me. It never was.”
Sagittarius: She threw the ball far away, watching how her dog was running to desperately catch it. “Nice throw”, I say while taking off the collar around my dog’s neck. She smiled sweetly and turned to analyse my foreign presence. “I used to play baseball with the boys when I was younger”, she shrugged. A chuckle left my throat as I watched how both of our dogs started to run together around the park. “So you’re a sports girl, huh?” I looked in her big, beautiful eyes. She was stunning. But she was a stranger. Yet, there was something so warm and welcoming about her. “Not to brag but let’s say that if you would challenge me to play any kind of sport, I would beat the hell out of you, stranger”, we laughed together and never in my life I wanted to lose at a sport more than now.
Capricorn: The shop was quiet and empty. Her arms were crossed over the desk, the classic green uniform of the cashier hanging loose on her shoulders. “Ok so I have an idea”, she mumbled, writing something down on her notebook. “Yeah, me too. You quit this job and search for another one”, I roll my eyes in sync with her. “It’s not that simple. Where would I go after that? What kind of job would hire me as a part time worker and also pay me enough money so I can still go to college?” A sigh left my lips in frustration. She was right about that. “So, what was the idea?”, she clapped her hands excitedly. “I take a second job at the theatre”. The world stopped for a slight second but then I got up from my chair and started shaking my head, completely disagreeing with her idea. “It’s going to be too much. No. You’re coming with me and that’s final”. She rose her eyebrow, confused. I started to explain how my family had a successful business and that they’re hiring new people. I work there too. She said she can’t accept this but at my insistations, she finally asked “Why do you want to help me so badly?” “You don’t even know how much you mean to me.”
Aquarius: I watched her as she was brushing her soft hair, with such gentle moves you could swear she was dancing in the rythm of the storm outside the window. She looked calm this time. Like nothing could bother her because she was surrounded by peace and beauty. At least until something DID actually bother her. On the nightstand next to her, her phone started to ring. She immediately threw away the brush and picked up the phone, whispering something into it that I couldn’t possibly understand. She looked angry, however. “Who was that?”, I asked as her eyes lifted to meet mine. “No one”, she answered confidently. I lifted a brow and she sighed, unlocking her phone to show me the screen. In big, black,bold letters there was written “No one” under a telephone number that I couldn’t recognise. I was shocked. “Then how did you added me to your contact list?”, I couldn’t help my curiosity. “None of your business”. And literally, she added me under that name. After that, we found ourselves laughing so hard on the hardwood floor until God knows when. She’s a genius and that’s when I realised how much I could possibly love her.
Pisces: “Get out of my way”, she yelled with her small fists clenched. I shook my head and tried to touch her arm but she screamed again and took a step back, falling on the bed with hot tears running down her cheeks. It broke my heart to see her like this. But it was all my fault. I carefully sat down next to her and, to my astonishment, she gave me the permission to touch her shoulder, in a comforting manner. “Please, listen to me”, I whispered, feeling how tears are starting to sting my eyes as well. “I’m done listening to you”, her beautiful eyes met mine, red because of how much she has been crying. I could see her suffering crystal clear. I’m such an idiot. “I love you so much and I always will but this time is different. This time, despite my feelings for you, I will leave and I will be happy. Without you. I am capable of moving forward. Alone. I am strong, ok? Regardless of what you think of me”, she suddenly cupped my face with her small hands and gave me a long, passionate kiss before getting up and running out the door. That’s the last time I saw her and I think about that moment every single day of my life. I hope she does too, because I can’t forget her.
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Present Mic Headcannons PT. 2
• Fluent in JSL, Japanese, and English. Knows enough French to get by and is learning Greek and Italian.
•Loves to travel! Learning about new cultures and people has always been an interest of his.
• Hizashi is a workaholic ((duh!))
• Has a horrible sleep schedule. Worse than his husbands since Aizawa actually takes naps! Zashi has gone 50 hours awake with just coffee, sugar, and pure determination. Midnight had to knock him out with her quirk and Aizawa had to strap him to the bed
• Headcannon suggested by @shouta-light -- mic likes to be on the same level as his students and keep up with what is "cool". He doesnt like being seen as old or having a big disconnect with his students
• still nervous of parents and rarely attends parent teacher conferences. He sends out detailed and colored reports to the parents instead
• if given a choice, hizashi would rather be cold than hot. When cold it's easier to bundle up!
• Loves to run and do yoga in the morning. He considers it "me time" and gives him time to think and clear his mind ((though sometimes it becomes us time when Shouta comes in to watch his husband work on his flexibility and poses))
• shouta and Hizashi have been living together since UA
• hizashi loves American music and often sings in perfect english! His favorite songs are (Hey look mom I made it by Panic At The Disco)(Walk me Home by P!NK)(Hero by Skillet)(Stars by Skillet)(wasting all these tears by Cassidee Pope)
• He is a mother hen. Helping others and brightening their day is what makes hizashi happy. Sometimes he Pampers and oversteps but his heart in always in the right place
•He carries medical supplies on him at all times. Sometimes just a few bandaides and stitching supplies and other times the full first aide kit. After fixing up shouta so often, he has picked up this habit
He got so good at patching himself and other up due to 2 reasons. 1-> his crappy home life with his bioparents forced him to become better at self care and wound treatment. 2->shouta gets into a lot of scraps as an underground hero and has always hated hospitals. So ever since they met I. UA, hisashi has been patching the other up and watching over his health
• he wants to offer Kyoka Jiro a place at his hero agency and Radio show after her graduation because of her love for music and her style. Yuga Aoyama is also being considered by Hizashi as a potential hero in his agency due to his positivity and abilities.
• Mic is lean muscle and toned! He has a rocking body but doesnt show others unless he truly trusts them (like shouta). He has scars and marks on his body from childhood abuse that makes him self conscious. The battle scars dont worry him as much since it is a part of the job
• Shouta has a cat and Mic has a salt water aquarium with many fish and two seahorses which are his "babies"
• Hizashi is a clinger. If you are a loved one, a friend, or someone he trusts then you will be cuddled, hugged, jumped on, and constantly touched throughout the day
• Loves birds (had a pet cockatiel as a child when his mothers first adopted him) but pigeons are weird and he is slightly terrified of them
• His favorite color changes with his mood ((but his favorite color combo is black and yellow -- wink wink --))
•Loves to swim. If there is a body of water nearby, sunglasses come out and his inflatable tube is ready.
• Hizashi doesnt mind being badmouthed or insulted or belittled (maybe a bit), but do any of the following to his family or loved ones and you're in for a world of hurt from the voice hero
• Hizashi seriously considered the hero name "The Yell Man" until shouta managed to talk sense into him
Thank you Loyal Listeners~
Let me know if you would like a part 3! I have so many more cute and quirky headcannons.
I'll be basing my future fanfictions off them.
Also! I have many Erasermic AU ideas. Would anyone be interested if I posted them? Along with their headcanons?
THANK YOU AGAIN CUTE PEOPLE!
#eraserhead#present mic#aizawa shouta#yamada hizashi#erasermic#headcanon#fanfiction ideas#headcannon deaf yamada Hizashi#present mic headcannons pt 2#married erasermic
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2019 Louden Swain FanFic/FanArt Project (feat. The Station Breaks)
This project is finished!!!
See the completed book online HERE.
Rob was sweet, as always, and very sad to hear we won’t be doing any more of these. He said he’s enjoyed reading them, but he understands not being able to keep churning them out. Even though we can’t do more, I’m proud of us!!
Rules for the project, as well as links to the original posts for all of the stories and art, are under the cut!
If you’re new to this project, check out previous projects:
2016 - Masterpost - Finished book
2017 - Masterpost - Finished book
2018 - Masterpost - Finished book
Let’s show Rob and the band some love by letting their songs inspire us!
I’m looking for BOTH writers and artists for this! Every project so far, we’ve had art/aesthetics/edits for every story and I’d love to do the same this year. Whether you’re drawing or making aesthetics or doing something else, WE WANT YOU. All art and stories will be put together, printed, put in a snazzy binder, and presented to the band at #SPNDC in November! (Anything related to The Station Breaks will also be included in the project given to Jason Manns.)
Here’s the schedule:
6/22/19 5:00PM EDT - I will post the rules and regs and open the projects up so you guys can start claiming songs. Only one song request at a time (though you can list a backup song or two if your first request is already taken). Once you have finished and posted your first request, then you may make a second request. (Note: Due to a mistake on my part last year, the fic for She Waits has already been written, so this song is not available this year.)
9/2/19 Midnight EDT - Deadline for writers. This gives writers 10 weeks, plus the US Labor Day holiday.
9/29/19 Midnight EDT - Deadline for artists. This give artists 4 extra weeks after the writing is done.
This schedule then gives me about three weeks to put everything together and prep for the con.
Here are the rules (below the cut):
Deadlines are final. NO LATE ENTRIES! If you find you need more time, let me know and we can try to work something out. I’m not going to make a deadline to sign up, but if you sign up the week before the end, you will only have a week to complete your part. If you want to do two, you must finish your first before you will be allowed to reserve a second song.
Artists:
- You will be expected to work with writers so the art reflects the story. Whether you pick a song you like and get together with the writer, or pick a writer you like and get together on a song, it doesn’t matter to me.
- If you’d like me to pair you with a writer, let me know, and I will match you up with someone. Most times, I have more writers than artists. If you are willing to work for multiple writers, I would be most grateful!!! In the past, I’ve had a pool of artists, and I tried to divvy up assignments as fairly as possible so no one artist gets all the work.
- SEND ME AN ASK or an IM or whatever and let me know what you want to do. Whether you’re working with a writer on one, or willing to be part of a pool that works on multiple, just let me know!
- When you’re making your art, keep in mind that it will be pasted into a Word document, printed on letter-sized paper, and put into a sheet protector in a binder. You might want to print out what you make to see how it looks on the page.
- You can post your art in your own post and tag me and #2019 Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project or submit it to me through my blog or send it to me via carrier pigeon (please don’t send it via carrier pigeon, I have cats) or drop me a line and I’ll give you an email address to send it to.
- I would love some original cover art! If you have an idea for cover art, let me know, and we can talk!
Writers:
- Can be any pairing or ship, reader-insert or OC, or even no pairing, whatever floats your boat. Please no RPF.
- Please no smut. Anything else is up for grabs. Or maybe just a headcanon kind of thing.
- Pick a song and SEND ME AN ASK with the song you have picked to sign up. I will update this post with the songs taken. Songs will be assigned on a first come, first serve basis.
- You can’t write for the same song you wrote about last year. This is to ensure variety in the stories from year to year. In honor of their album, Splitting the Seams, if you would like to rework an old story, or write a new story based on a song you have previously written for, go for it! These stories will be in a separate section of the book, and the introduction to each one will reference your previous story.
- Tag me in your fic, plus use the tag #2019 Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project. You can also submit your fic to me through my blog, or send me a message and we can discuss the pigeon and email options. (Really prefer no pigeons.)
- You must use a Keep Reading feature if your fic is posted to Tumblr and over 500 words.
- Your fic can either be a story based on the song or just have it somehow highlight the song. Since Rob will get to read these, I’d rather the fics be more relevant than just a song playing on the radio in the background, but do what you can.
- Your fic can also be a part of another challenge, BUT make your fic relevant to the song you choose, please! (Basically, please do more for this challenge than having a Louden Swain song playing in the background.)
- If I haven’t liked or reblogged your post within a couple days, let me know I missed it!
- I will give your work a basic grammar/spelling proofreading before adding it to the project. If you would like, I can beta read your story for you before you post it, too. Just let me know!
Everyone:
- If you would like to include a short summary of why you like the song you picked, especially if the song has some special meaning to you, I will add that to your submission in the final project. If you look at the last three (links are at the top of this post), you can see the kind of thing I’m talking about at the top of some of the stories. Please keep these brief, though.
And now, for something completely different: If you are interested in doing something completely different than a Supernatural-related story or art/edit, talk to me about it, and I’ll figure out a way to include it. Letters to the band or stories that are not SPN-related can be printed out and presented separately, and a list of links to posted audio or video submissions can be added.
As songs are claimed, this list will be updated!
Able-Legged Heroes
Make Believe
Starin’ at the Middle
Paper, Plastic
Head Check
Grandma’s Song
Yeah, Well
St. Louis
When I’m Gone - @winchestergirl-13 (fic) (art)
Three Car Garage
In Like Finn
Undergrad
Prom
Overachiever
Cast Off
Neurosis
Codependent
Only Lyin’
Overachiever
Uncle Bob
Blank Card
No Hero
Boy In Need
Suit And Tie
Suit And Tie
Operator
Gina Knows
Blind
A Lot To Learn
Rock Song - @waywardnerd67 (fic and art)
Rockit
Real Life
Long Way
St. Louis
Walk It Off
Homesick
A Brand New Hurt
Better
All I Need
Pop Tart Heart
Kind Of Guy
Downtown Letdown
Mrs. Vance
Election Day
Silverspoon
Holiday
Ready Steady
Alright
Medicated
Something To Say - @winchestergirl-13 (fic) (art)
Wasted Afternoon
Help You (single)
Help You
Eskimo
Like the Heart Goes
Eskimo
Carpool Lane
CA Nation
Cigarette
Mamma’s Jam
Worlds Collide - @writingfromkitchenator (fic and art)
She Waits - @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (fic) @alaskanartist (art)
January
Gamma Ray
Be Me
Wave
Past Perfect
Sky Alive
Reunion - @impala-dreamer (fic and art)
Lucky
Cool if I Come Over
Hot Times
Big One
Fifteen
Hey Darlin
Bandaged Hand
Crooked Wheel
Trigger Finger
Honey Bee - @atc74 (fic and art)
Angela -
No Time Like The Present
Present Time
Change The Locks
Amazing
Taxi Driver
Over Before It Began
Leg Up
Roll Me Over
Fair
This Is How - @mrswhozeewhatsis (fic) @impala-dreamer (art)
Night Light
Juliet
Numb
Splitting The Seams
Another Fool - @impala-dreamer (fic and art)
Too Far Away
The Station Breaks
Slightest Thing
Gone
The Rest
Free - @andromytta (fic) @winchestergirl-13 (art)
They Ain’t You
Just Walk Away
Stowaway
Not Giving My Heart Away - @mandilion76 (fic and art)
Old Neighborhood
Autumn Back
Cover art by @alaskanartist
Tagging past participants and possibly interesting people: @a-winchester-fairtytale @adriellej @alangel1895 @andromytta @anotherwinchesterfangirl @archangel-with-a-shotgun @archangelsanonymous @atc74 @brothersinsync @castiels-forbidden-angel @crashdevlin @curliesallovertheplace @deansleather @dont-hate-relate-pls @ellen-reincarnated1967 @enchantedstarfleet @take-my-crookedwheel @growningupgeek @hideyourdemoneyes @i-cant-believe-its-not-satan @i-dont-understand-that-url @icecream-and-gadreel @iwantthedean @jelly-beans-and-gstrings @jpadjackles-mishamark @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @lifeonsarz @littlegreenplasticsoldier @loudenswainfangirl @manawhaat @mandilion76 @multi-fan-dom-madness @mysupernaturalfics @narrettwist @notnaturalanahi @oriona75 @padamooseandgrasshopper @pastelspn @personal-boogeyman @purgatoan @robbenedictandco @roxy-davenport @samanddeanwinchester67 @sams-little-toy @samsexualdeancurious @saritaa-chan @scorpiongirl1 @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @smmywinchester45 @stunt-idjit-number-two @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @toastiel @tricia-16 @trollhunter94 @waywardnerd67 @wideawakeandwriting @winchestergirl-13 @writingfromkitchenator @ilostmyshoe-79 @wingedcatninja @desiraelovesdestiel @impala-dreamer
#incoherent babbling by mrswhozeewhatsis#2019 louden swain fanfic fanart project#louden swain#rob benedict#stephen norton#mike borja#billy moran#Jason Manns
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THE 2019 PHILIP K. DICK EUROPEAN SCIENCE FICTION FILM FESTIVAL ANNOUNCES EVENTS IN FRANCE AND GERMANY
Sixth Annual Festival Brings Indie Films To Lille, France and Cologne, Germany
The Philip K. Dick European Science Fiction Film Festival has unveiled the full lineup for its sixth annual event celebrating the life and career of novelist Philip K. Dick. With an emphasis on technological advancements and the existence of alternative worlds and cultures, the festival will gather in Lille, France from October 25-26, 2019 and in Cologne, Germany from October 31-November 1, 2019.
Returning to screens in two familiar cities, the festival has become a prime destination for European filmgoers. “This is our sixth season in Lille and fourth in Cologne,” said Daniel Abella, the founder and director of the festival. “It is a testament to the enduring quality of our screenings and the long-standing tradition of science fiction in the cultural centers of Europe.”
Attendees to this year’s event will view themes reminiscent of today’s society, and according to Abella, each official selection represents the fragmentation of consensus reality. “Many will argue that we already live in a sci-fi universe with serious talks given to UFO’s, artificial intelligence, the universe as a computer simulation, and time travel,” he said. “PKD’s work followed the growing blurriness between man and machine and humanity’s surrender to the seduction of technology. We cover these topics and more because more than any other writer, PKD had his finger on the pulse of what is happening today.”
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 25, 2019:
L'Hybride (18 Rue Gosselet 59000, Lille, France)
Block 1: The Future is Now
7:30pm - 9:00pm
Face Swap (2018)
Director: David Gidali, Einat Tubi
Run Time/Country: 5 min, USA
Synopsis: A man convinces his wife to try out a new A.I. technology to spice up their sex life but he ends up getting a bit more spice than he bargained for.
Deep Dive (2018)
Director: Mohammad Soleimanifeijani
Run Time/Country: 6 min, USA
Synopsis: A young Persian refugee arrives at the border of Los Angeles and is given a mandatory set of government-issued immigrant transition AR lenses. Shut out of other people's reality she slowly descends into a new form of digital alienation.
Megan (2018)
Director: Greg Strasz
Run Time/Country: 8 min, USA
Synopsis: The story of a woman, who along with the elite Delta Force team, investigates a mysterious attack by in present day Downtown Los Angeles.
Eva - A Crispr Story (2018)
Director: Puneet Bharill
Run Time/Country: 22 min, Germany
Synopsis: Researchers have achieved a clinical milestone using CRISPR technology to transplant a genetically modified pig liver into a human embryo but face unforeseen consequences.
Shadowland (2019)
Director: Bellopropello
Run Time/Country: 14 min, Switzerland
Synopsis: The diverse communication options offered by a cell phone influence our social and consumer behavior. Excessive use changes the design of ‘head-down people’s’ life and lifestyle habits.
Popular Tropes (2019)
Director: Dries Vergauwe
Run Time/Country: 15 min, Belgium
Synopsis: It’s the third year of a pandemic and the worst winter in decades. Those who can afford it stay inside, those who can’t collect the dead.
Uncle Griot (2018)
Director: Paul Charisse
Run Time/Country: 6 min, UK
Synopsis: A young girl takes her uncle for a walk.
The Great 60 Days (2018)
Director: Tae-Woo Kim
Run Time/Country: 9 min, South Korea
Synopsis: A doctor experimenting on fruit flies is developing a substance that can dramatically increase activity in brain cells. After a series of failures, one fruit fly finally has a huge reaction. Its intellect has become mutated.
Post-Film Q&A:
Screenings will be followed by an in-depth discussion with filmmakers.
Block 2: Flesh and Machine
9:30pm - 11:00pm
Tatu (2018)
Director: Garcerón Alejo
Run Time/Country: 2 min, Argentina
Synopsis: In this trailer, monster robots in a car junkyard battle it out.
I Don't Want To Be Alone (2019)
Director: Sergio Rozas
Run Time/Country: 19 min, Spain/Japan
Synopsis: A lonely girl walks around a future Tokyo chased by weird huge monsters. Even though she fights them, the monsters just keep growing in size and number so the girl has to make a decision.
Zoe (2018)
Director: Leif Brönnle
Run Time/Country: 17 min, Germany
Synopsis: A young woman without identity or memory. Two scientists with great ambition. A sequence of tests that will bring them all to their psychological frontiers.
Secret Chord (2019)
Director: Karl Thyselius
Run Time/Country: 12 min, Sweden
Synopsis: A failed musician in a dystopic Stockholm finds an A.I. that helps him become a Mozart of his time.
Eternity (2019)
Director: Anna Sobolevska
Run Time/Country: 24 min, Ukraine
Synopsis: Once upon a time in the nearest future, humanity has overcome death and is granted Eternity by digitizing human souls. But what happens if Eternity faced with Love?
Tomorrow, Shall We All Be Transhumans? (2019)
Director: Benoît Schmid
Run Time/Country: 9 min, Switzerland/France
Synopsis: Jump into a mesmerizing journey into the spirit of the first man who succeeded to digitize his own brain, algorithm his soul, and who injects himself some Holy Transgenic Fluids in order to transcend his flawed flesh.
Post-Film Q&A:
Screenings will be followed by an in-depth discussion with filmmakers.
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 26, 2019:
L'Hybride (18 Rue Gosselet 59000, Lille, France)
Block 1: Beyond Faith and Reason
7:30pm - 9:00pm
The Nine Billion Names of God (2018)
Director: Dominique Filhol
Run Time/Country: 15 min, France/Switzerland
Synopsis: In New York 1957, a Tibetan monk rents an automatic sequence computer. The monks seek to list all of the names of God. They hire two Westerners to install and program the machine in Tibet. A short film is based on the book by Arthur C. Clarke.
Quiver (2019)
Director: Shayna Connelly
Run Time/Country: 14 min, USA
Synopsis: A woman’s grief transcends the boundaries of the natural world and arouses a primordial being. She courts this ghost, using intellect and desire to forge a union between them.
Time Sphere (2019)
Director: Andre Seewood
Run Time/Country: 10 min, USA
Synopsis: After the destruction of the Third World War, a man traveled back in time to deliver a message to someone he loved before the end of the world only to be met with a cruel twist of fate.
Tomorrow Might Be the Day (2018)
Director: Joséfa Celestin
Run Time/Country: 20 min, France
Synopsis: A fanatic subjects his niece, whose faith wavers, to a baptism in order to restore her faith and ultimately save her from an impending doomsday flood.
I Am the Doorway (2018)
Director: Simon Pearce
Run Time/Country: 20 min, UK
Synopsis: After a journey to investigate desolate Pluto, an astronaut returns home a shattered man. He sees eyes forcing their way through the skin of his hands, eyes that distort his friends and the landscape itself into monstrous visions. Believing himself the doorway to alien invasion and gruesome murder, he must take desperate action. Based on the short story by Stephen King.
Mise En Abyme (2018)
Director: Edoardo Smerilli
Run Time/Country: 11 min, Italy
Synopsis: An eccentric and aristocratic gentleman devotes most of his time to a bizarre activity. Obsessed by beauty, he wanders everyday in the wood nearby the city, hunting the most rare butterflies. Once captured, he frames them and put in a massive and disturbing collection. He will soon realize to be himself part of a bigger collection.
Who is Martin Danzig? (2018)
Director: Michael Baker
Run Time/Country: 11 min, USA
Synopsis: A mysterious old man sits in the park feeding pigeons, ruing the refuse of humanity encroaching on his sanctuary. He then meets his much younger replacement and learns to accept his future - with the fate of all humanity in the balance. Starring Walter Koenig (Star Trek) and Kevin Page (RoboCop).
Post-Film Q&A:
Screenings will be followed by an in-depth discussion with filmmakers.
Block 2: Cults, Conspiracies and Paranoia
9:30pm - 11:00pm
Ladies and Gentlemen, We Are Floating in Space (2018)
Director: Tristan C. Pina
Run Time/Country: 10 min, Canada
Synopsis: An unfulfilled high school senior becomes obsessed with an ominous radio broadcast containing steps to a cryptic puzzle. Thinking he is being pursued by a sinister organization, his search for clues takes over his life.
Beyond the Door (2018)
Director: Em Johnson
Run Time/Country: 20 min, USA
Synopsis: One day Hedy brings home a cuckoo clock to decorate the baby's room, unbeknownst that the cuckoo clock has the ability to love and hate just like humans. The cuckoo clock tests the couple's love by mimicking the presence of their deceased son. Based on a short story by Philip K. Dick.
Sereget (2018)
Director: Dempsey Tillman
Run Time/Country: 13 min, USA
Synopsis: An emotionally detached husband with a child on the way gets a rude awakening when aliens invade his home and target his family.
Diversion (2018)
Director: Mathieu Mégemont
Run Time/Country: 23 min, France
Synopsis: A small town journalist covering a case in the French countryside stops after running over a dog on the road and finds himself trapped in the stories he usually writes.
Just After Midnight (2018)
Director: Jean Raymond Garcia and Anne-Marie Puga
Run Time/Country: 22 min, France
Synopsis: A young blind primary school teacher keenly studies art history devoted to witches and to Satan’s erotology.Transformed, she tries to steal a man’s eyes to recover her eyesight.
Post-Film Q&A:
Screenings will be followed by an in-depth discussion with filmmakers.
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 31, 2019:
Film Club 813 e.V. (Hahnenstraße 6 50667, Cologne, Germany)
Block 1: The Future Is Now
7:30pm - 9:00pm
Face Swap (2018)
Director: David Gidali, Einat Tubi
Run Time/Country: 5 min, USA
Synopsis: A man convinces his wife to try out a new A.I. technology to spice up their sex life but he ends up getting a bit more spice than he bargained for.
Cold Cold Coffin (2019)
Director: Brian Cichocki
Run Time/Country: 7 min, USA
Synopsis: A heartbroken and dying tycoon exacts revenge on his gold-digging young bride by having himself cryogenically frozen in order to outlive her and the terms of his will. Starring Dennis Dunaway, the original bass guitarist for Alice Cooper.
Megan (2018)
Director: Greg Strasz
Run Time/Country: 8 min, USA
Synopsis: The story of a woman, who along with the elite Delta Force team, investigates a mysterious attack by in present day Downtown Los Angeles.
Eva - A Crispr Story (2018)
Director: Puneet Bharill
Run Time/Country: 22 min, Germany
Synopsis: Researchers have achieved a clinical milestone using CRISPR technology to transplant a genetically modified pig liver into a human embryo but face unforeseen consequences.
Llora Conmigo (2019)
Director: Camilo Urdaneta
Run Time/Country: 15 min, Mexico
Synopsis: A Mexican American teen accidentally lures the Latin legend of La Llorona back to his home where he must face the long night ahead.
Popular Tropes (2019)
Director: Dries Vergauwe
Run Time/Country: 15 min, Belgium
Synopsis: It’s the third year of a pandemic and the worst winter in decades. Those who can afford it stay inside, those who can’t collect the dead.
Antenna (2016)
Director: Carsten Woike
Run Time/Country: 16 min, Germany
Synopsis: A lonely 11-year-old-boy gets in contact with an alien via his old radio-device system. Or is the alien only a lonely old man?
The Great 60 Days (2018)
Director: Tae-Woo Kim
Run Time/Country: 9 min, South Korea
Synopsis: A doctor experimenting on fruit flies is developing a substance that can dramatically increase activity in brain cells. After a series of failures, one fruit fly finally has a huge reaction. Its intellect has become mutated.
Post-Film Q&A:
Screenings will be followed by an in-depth discussion with filmmakers.
Block 2: Flesh and Machine
9:30pm - 11:00pm
Tatu (2018)
Director: Garcerón Alejo
Run Time/Country: 2 min, Argentina
Synopsis: In this trailer, monster robots in a car junkyard battle it out.
I Don't Want To Be Alone (2019)
Director: Sergio Rozas
Run Time/Country: 19 min, Spain/Japan
Synopsis: A lonely girl walks around a future Tokyo chased by weird huge monsters. Even though she fights them, the monsters just keep growing in size and number so the girl has to make a decision.
Zoe (2018)
Director: Leif Brönnle
Run Time/Country: 17 min, Germany
Synopsis: A young woman without identity or memory. Two scientists with great ambition. A sequence of tests that will bring them all to their psychological frontiers.
Chromophobia (2019)
Director: Keith Adams
Run Time/Country: 13 min, USA
Synopsis: A clinical psychiatrist becomes obsessed with her mysterious new patient’s artwork and realizes he possesses a curious gift.
Secret Chord (2019)
Director: Karl Thyselius
Run Time/Country: 12 min, Sweden
Synopsis: A failed musician in a dystopic Stockholm finds an A.I. that helps him become a Mozart of his time.
I Can (2019)
Director: Diana Elizabeth Jordan
Run Time/Country: 5 min, USA
Synopsis: A young woman faces a supernatural existential crisis and must overcome her fears to unlock her power within.
Eternity (2019)
Director: Anna Sobolevska
Run Time/Country: 24 min, Ukraine
Synopsis: Once upon a time in the nearest future, humanity has overcome death and is granted Eternity by digitizing human souls. But what happens if Eternity faced with Love?
Hunting For Huxley (2019)
Director: Claire Fleming
Run Time/Country: 5 min, UK
Synopsis: This documentary follows philosopher Aldous Huxley when he visited the recently built and technologically advanced Billingham Manufacturing Plant in 1929. He left inspired and his novel “Brave New World” was born from what he saw combined with his visioned future.
iCon (2017)
Director: Konstantina Papadopoulou
Run Time/Country: 18 min, Greece
Synopsis: In a society where smart apps dominate, a man chooses an environment away of the comforts high technology offers and tries to face a powerful opponent, using only his own strength.
Tomorrow, Shall We All Be Transhumans? (2019)
Director: Benoît Schmid
Run Time/Country: 9 min, Switzerland/France
Synopsis: Jump into a mesmerizing journey into the spirit of the first man who succeeded to digitize his own brain, algorithm his soul, and who injects himself some Holy Transgenic Fluids in order to transcend his flawed flesh.
Post-Film Q&A:
Screenings will be followed by an in-depth discussion with filmmakers.
FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 2019:
Film Club 813 e.V. (Hahnenstraße 6 50667, Cologne, Germany)
Block 1: Beyond Faith and Reason
7:30pm - 9:00pm
The Nine Billion Names of God (2018)
Director: Dominique Filhol
Run Time/Country: 15 min, France/Switzerland
Synopsis: In New York 1957, a Tibetan monk rents an automatic sequence computer. The monks seek to list all of the names of God. They hire two Westerners to install and program the machine in Tibet. A short film is based on the book by Arthur C. Clarke.
Quiver (2019)
Director: Shayna Connelly
Run Time/Country: 14 min, USA
Synopsis: A woman’s grief transcends the boundaries of the natural world and arouses a primordial being. She courts this ghost, using intellect and desire to forge a union between them.
Time Sphere (2019)
Director: Andre Seewood
Run Time/Country: 10 min, USA
Synopsis: After the destruction of the Third World War, a man traveled back in time to deliver a message to someone he loved before the end of the world only to be met with a cruel twist of fate.
Tomorrow Might Be the Day (2018)
Director: Joséfa Celestin
Run Time/Country: 20 min, France
Synopsis: A fanatic subjects his niece, whose faith wavers, to a baptism in order to restore her faith and ultimately save her from an impending doomsday flood.
I Am the Doorway (2018)
Director: Simon Pearce
Run Time/Country: 20 min, UK
Synopsis: After a journey to investigate desolate Pluto, an astronaut returns home a shattered man. He sees eyes forcing their way through the skin of his hands, eyes that distort his friends and the landscape itself into monstrous visions. Believing himself the doorway to alien invasion and gruesome murder, he must take desperate action. Based on the short story by Stephen King.
Mise En Abyme (2018)
Director: Edoardo Smerilli
Run Time/Country: 11 min, Italy
Synopsis: An eccentric and aristocratic gentleman devotes most of his time to a bizarre activity. Obsessed by beauty, he wanders everyday in the wood nearby the city, hunting the most rare butterflies. Once captured, he frames them and put in a massive and disturbing collection. He will soon realize to be himself part of a bigger collection.
Who is Martin Danzig? (2018)
Director: Michael Baker
Run Time/Country: 11 min, USA
Synopsis: A mysterious old man sits in the park feeding pigeons, ruing the refuse of humanity encroaching on his sanctuary. He then meets his much younger replacement and learns to accept his future - with the fate of all humanity in the balance. Starring Walter Koenig (Star Trek) and Kevin Page (RoboCop).
Post-Film Q&A:
Screenings will be followed by an in-depth discussion with filmmakers.
Block 2: Cults, Conspiracies and Paranoia
9:30pm - 11:00pm
Beyond the Door (2018)
Director: Em Johnson
Run Time/Country: 20 min, USA
Synopsis: One day Hedy brings home a cuckoo clock to decorate the baby's room, unbeknownst that the cuckoo clock has the ability to love and hate just like humans. The cuckoo clock tests the couple's love by mimicking the presence of their deceased son. Based on a short story by Philip K. Dick.
Sereget (2018)
Director: Dempsey Tillman
Run Time/Country: 13 min, USA
Synopsis: An emotionally detached husband with a child on the way gets a rude awakening when aliens invade his home and target his family.
Diversion (2018)
Director: Mathieu Mégemont
Run Time/Country: 23 min, France
Synopsis: A small town journalist covering a case in the French countryside stops after running over a dog on the road and finds himself trapped in the stories he usually writes.
Simulation (2019)
Director: Hashem Al-Ghaili
Run Time/Country: 24 min, Germany
Synopsis: An advanced alien civilization builds a simulated reality where infinite beings, including humans, are imprisoned.
DreamLogic (2017)
Director: Rodolfo Rincones
Run Time/Country: 10 min, USA
Synopsis: An aimless man addicted to cyberspace connects with a hacker with plans of freeing people from virtual existence.
Post-Film Q&A:
Screenings will be followed by an in-depth discussion with filmmakers.
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