#possessed by brain worms while on the clock

[pfhwrittes]

taking a leaf out of @syoddeye’s book and talking about divorced versions of the 141 under the cut.

(pass me the emergency cigarette 🚬)

trigger warnings: controlling financial behaviour/financial abuse, stalking, referenced off screen masturbation, religion/catholicism, implied blowjob (johnny receiving), noncon.

pairings: john price x gender neutral reader, simon “ghost” riley x gender neutral reader, john “soap” mactavish x gender neutral reader, kyle “gaz” garrick x gender neutral reader.

a little unedited drabble typed up on my phone for you all 💜

18+ only please and thank you due to suggestive content below the cut!

look, sy said it best with their posts when it comes to ex-husband john price.

he’ll let you stretch out your leash, let you go running into the arms of another person if he has to, but remember sweetheart — he made vows to do right by you and he plans on keeping them.

monthly maintenance payments, paid in a hand delivered envelope of cash, are a regular occurrence. every third thursday of the month he darkens your doorstep. the envelope is fat with five pound notes and he takes great pleasure in making you count it all out in front of him every time.

he also doesn’t tell you that he still has access to the online portals where you he pays your electric and water bill. silly thing, he understands divorce is hard but really you should’ve noticed that you haven’t received a bill from them in years. however, if he spots that wet blanket you call your new partner sniffing around again he’ll happily let you freeze…

simon riley swore until “death does you part” and he means it.

you can move addresses, change your number, delete and remake your social media presence under a new name as many times as you like but while there’s still breath in his body and grave dirt under his nails, you are his.

don’t fight him, you were the first soft perfect beautiful good thing in his life and like a dog on a scent he will always find you.

your new place is nice, love, but you really should get them locks looked at. did he mention that he loves the new underwear you bought? no? that’s alright he’ll leave you a token of his appreciation spattered on the soft material of the gusset for you to find later…

johnny mactavish was married under the eyes of God, and what God has brought together let no man tear asunder. what’s that hen? you married him in a different ceremony? aye, he knows. you married him in a different ceremony. he married you as a Catholic.

don’t worry bonnie thing, he’ll let you atone for your numerous sins. start with some Hail Marys on your knees and don’t even think about moving your hands from the zip on his jeans. if you’re good he’ll let you take Communion. if you’re bad, well, you know what they say about washing the mouths of sinners out with soap…

kyle garrick makes your divorce proceedings as easy and as amicable as possible. he doesn’t accuse you of finding love elsewhere, he doesn’t beg to stay in the housing on base the two of you share. in fact as soon as he’s presented with the no-fault paperwork he signs and moves out that day with a lingering kiss to your cheek and a murmur in you ear that he’ll come to you immediately if you need anything, babe.

what you don’t know is that eight weeks before you got up the guts to ask for a divorce, he spotted your search history on the clever bit of kit he installed on your phone and put in a request to dissolve your housing agreement.

times ticking babe, even though you don’t know it, you’ve only got four weeks left on your tenancy and twenty weeks until proceedings start. don’t worry, he knows there’s no hard feelings. he even put your favourite sheets on the bed in his new flat off base — where he plans on keeping you until that silly idea of a divorce has leaked out of your ears under all the affection he plans on smothering you with…

[jusst-you-race]

gax + oscar... you're so right actually oscar literally could be anyone's third. the geoscar + maxcar vibes are basically diametrically opposite in some ways but also they're all losers, so. i think that could be so fun

anon. you have opened a can of worms. me and @wdc63 have been going insane about gax + Oscar for WEEKS

I think Oscar’s inherent chill and lameness is exactly what gax need to balance them out… it’s hard to have a serious argument when you’re haunted by a loser that laughs at all your lame jokes and makes sarcastic commentary on your bickering

in my mind, gax are established having a weird hate sex thing going on, and then they both end up falling for Oscar and it’s hard to continue being pissed at each other when the guy you both like so clearly adores both of you. He tolerates their bickering but never lets it get to full on arguing, he casually reminds them both about why they like each other, he’s just overall chuffed to be included in their Thing and they begrudgingly bond over how cute it is… yeah.

I also have a lot of feelings about gax and dog imagery which Oscar slots nicely into… George with his two dogs, one which is snarling and biting (max) one which is sat quiet and still by his side, watching intently (Oscar), and his bloodied hands holding both their leashes… I think about them a lot…..

my other thoughts about them are explicit so they’re going under the cut

POST SEX CUDDLES!!!!!! Oscar and Max successfully blow George’s back out and he’s sleepy and sated and sprawled across their laps in bed. He’s just quietly listening while Oscar and Max have a little yap session, and Oscar is gently running his hand through George’s hair.

And then like this Moment that I think sums up how I see their dynamic perfectly…

Max calls George “princess” in bed and its a regular thing when they’re having hate sex because it’s Max’s go to insult for George and neither of them examine too closely why they both like it when Max uses it in bed. And once they bring Oscar in Max doesn’t use it until one day when he’s feeling particularly wound up and he throws it out and Oscar just. runs with it. And says “yeah, our pretty girl” and he manages to break them with that. Oscar accidentally clocking them for both the feminisation and possessive kinks they have going on… he thinks he’s just joining in but really he is changing lives. George just about comes on the spot from being called pretty girl, max just about comes on the spot from the suggestion that George is theirs… later Max and George have a conversation where they’re like “so we agree we’re never telling Oscar that we didn’t realise it was about that until he joined in?” because they’re both so embarrassed they didn’t work it out sooner

anyway those are just some the thoughts I’ve had about the three they are rotting my brain

[fizziefactory]

How did you think up each of your concept for your Robo Fizz OCs? Like go in-depth about the choices you made, why you chose their names and such. I want details.

Questions about the fizzies || Accpeting

Oh that's a juicy one… and lengthy too, let's see where we can start. This got so fucking long holy shit pick your fav section idk I'm so rambly-

The very first muse I made was Factory Fizzy, or FF-8842. I can say right away that their factory name, which is the only name they go by, doesn't actually mean anything! I just think it's cute, I really love the number 8. In hindsight, 42 I can make the argument being a subconscious nod to “A hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy”, a book series I loved when I was a teen. 42 is the meaning of life, and FF-8842 is struggling to find the meaning of their life.

But most of all, Four-Two, or Fou-Too, just sounds cute.

They were originally made for a comic that I wanted to draw for the song The Fine Print by The Stupendium, sometimes I just get brainworms when I fixate, and I end up drawing lengthy comics to songs I like. I needed a fizzy to work in the Fizzy Factory for the song, so I made a fizzy with a simple design, clothes with no dyes, “horns” without fabric on them, basically a fizzy that didn't need to catch anyone's eye, nor drain resources and money. This is also why while they're quite strong, they're only 4’1”.

Now I play a lot on the idea of a fizzy that was created with a strong sense of self, of sentience, as soon as they were created. Usually it takes my fizzies a few years to reach sentience, if they ever do… but FF-8842 is a “defect” always at the verge of being scrapped for being too much of a free-thinker. This definitely evolved from the original comic, where they clearly do not possess the same distant look in their eyes as the other fizzies.

The second fizzy I made was The Manager. His name was originally just Office Fizzy, which I later weaved into his backstory instead. I actually asked my friends how I should refer to him, and they liked the simplicity of The Manager, and I think while it might be a little bit of a mouthful, it's oozes just what kind of person he is.

He is the Manager. He makes sure this clock is turned up and ticking.

For the comic, he was originally more of a guide for new fizzies, and of course the one doing the singing/talking in the comic, and if you want a good idea of what his inspiration was, look no further than the song itself. It's all there. Eventually Manager evolved into something different. He became, well, less someone handling the papers in an office, and more of an actual… manager, of the factory.

The idea to make it all Entirely fizzy-made tickled me, and so I tweaked his story a little bit, having him climb from an “Office Fizzy”, to being where he is now, so successful he even managed to alter his own design, which no fizzy of his model has done before… he even owns his own fizzies. Has businesses outside the factory (not to Mammon's knowledge but yknow-) making big cash and giving into greed because of the influence from Mammon, by simply being made in his image, and giving into it. A success story for the ages. He is a control-freak at this point though, to make sure he doesn't lose it all.

I also gave him an Australian accent because he's spending way too much time around Mammon. That's just a fun fact ♡ Also all the green and gold in his clothes also point to how closely he works with Mammon.

Mortis had his name change many times. He went from simply Undertaker, and I considered Morty Briefly… but decided against it real quick. I went with Mort for a while… but I just loved the way Mortis sounded. I know it's wormed into my brain because of Faith (don't ask me about the plot of that game I don't Know) but Mortis just felt Right. Mortis is the Latin noun for Death.

Mortis also came from The Fine Print. There's a section of the song that goes like this;

“If you'd rather drop dead, that's fine

But you know that dropping down dead bears a fine

So you do your job and I'll do mine

I gotta meet a six-foot deep bottom line”

And I don't know, it just fired off my creative juices like… what if there was an undertaker fizzy? That'd be so cool… and so out there xhdbbd. I have always had a complicated relationship with death, so I enjoy writing morticians because of their various different ways to approach the subject. Mortis started off approaching it quite casually… It's hell after all, but the more I wrote him?

I got to put myself in his head and how he was thinking, his life-philosophy, how me having placed him in Wrath affected his outlook, and now he's become almost philosophical, now he's holding sermons in Satan's name and I believe he puts his own beliefs into them… and despite having such a sad job, and how he has to face such misery and grief every day… It's somehow helped him become the most at peace fizzy I've got. Because he understands life and death better than any other fizzy, while also getting to be on his own and expressing and exploring himself best a fizzy can.

He is heavily inspired by the Undertaker in The Backwater Gospel, who is quiet and non-threatening, but his mere presence is enough to send you into a panic.

Why is he here?

Who’s going to die?

He's also heavily inspired by the YouTube channel Little Bubby Child since he's from Wrath and all. I will meme on him til the day I die.

Mizzy got her name from Maid Fizzy, you smoosh the names together you get Mizzy. For a while I also had Dolly as a suggestion, but it didn't really stick with my followers. So it's kinda become a nickname certain fizzies who knew her before the memory-wipe call her, like Thizzy and The Manager.

Mizzy was always meant to be a companion bot, I wanted a fizzy that actually did what the commercial advertised the fizzies to do. I made her a maid because I wanted to play around with her owner being a weeb, and I simply wanted to dress her up in cute little outfits that I knew a guy with his own companion bot would want to see. In time the idea of her once having belonged to Burnie Burnz, Fizzarolli's stalker, wormed itself into my brain… and the misery tripled from there.

I think it was because I wrote out a scene with a friend where I played him briefly before he got eaten by a sandworm (shoutout Beetlejuice the OG), and I recalled his line regarding the fizzies not getting him off right. I wondered what kind of shit a disgusting guy like him would even do to a fizzy if he planned on murdering Fizzarolli, so I, unfortunately, made Mizzy his fizzybot. The only solution was the memory wipe… and that's why she's so head empty most of the time. Her programming is protecting her from remnants at all times.

I really wanted to show how messed up the companion bot situation is with Mizzy, which is why she's been used sparingly. I love a good healing story though, so I've tried to bring her in more where she gets to regain her power and independence and tweaked her current owner to be a little less awful to give her a break… but still awful nonetheless. She's always ripe for fizzy-adoption.

Ginger has changed so much from the original concept. At first she was named Fuzzy, for a fussy fizzy. Then later when I switched up his design, opting for the red design in the commercial I thought looked neat as hell, I decided to go with Ginger instead. It just sounded right, all things considered.

Ginger started out as Fuzzy, who was heavily inspired by Sun from FNAF to be perfectly honest. I have 3 Sun OCs very near and dear to my heart, and I love writing anxious nervous wrecks… so that's what I did for a while. Eventually I leaned into him snapping more and more, running out of patience like Brandon Roger's Mom character, and as I wrote them in IC group chats, I realised more and more that Fuzzy was actually rarely if ever anxious… they were mostly stressed and Irritated.

And I was never happy with the original design… it was cute but didn't spark joy, it felt hasty. I spotted the design in the commercial I liked the most, and I remade everything.

Now Ginger is Something Else Entirely.

She's tired, he's pissed, he's at his wits end, and they're Dangerous if you look at them wrong. They became a Mama Bear, while also something of a Big Sister character… grumpy and with a resting bitch face… but a heart of gold below the surface.

I wanted to explore the fizzy for the kids and teens, the meaningless chores that fizzies have to perform for demons like carrying bags and making dinner and other kinds of butler-stuff, and just how straining tiring and meaningless it all felt, all while Also being a companion for the adults.. Despite Mizzy, Ginger has turned into the fizzy that's the absolute most disappointed with their lot in life, and hates Fizzarolli just about as much as Pinwheel. This is also why they are siblings in the human AU, they've got much in common.

Thizzy is simple. Therapist+Fizzy=Thizzy. Briefly he was called Shrinky, but I left it instead as a nickname he got from Doc, which he absolutely despises, because I could Not take it seriously.

Thizzy was taken from the commercial, I interpreted his neutral face as one of absolute indifference, and I figured this is Hell and this is Mammon so… originally he was meant to not give a rat’s ass about anybody, especially not his patients. However while writing my muse page for this blog, I had him write out short “profiles” for the other fizzies… and I thought Hey… what if he checked up on the fizzies too?

Now he's part of a larger process that The Manager runs where he checks up on the fizzies on the regular to make sure they're doing fine physically but also mentally (at least well enough to perform their tasks), and in time I found that Thizzy actually did care…

He cared too much, which is why he tried to not care at all. Because the alternative was to let it all get to you… Despite not wanting to get involved, it's in his programming to do so, and he's got a good heart, albeit only metaphorically.

Now he's just so tired... and working in the Sloth Ring doesn't help this.

His relationship with Doc is the result of when he was still in his early years and just performed his tasks as he was programmed to do… and now he's stuck in this unhealthy toxic relationship where he has to make sure Doc is happy all the damn time. Luckily for him, he mostly is. At least as a robot-

Finally, Doc! Doc is easy enough, he's Doc because he's a doctor! I did consider Doccy but it reminded me of. Another word, so I backtracked bxhrhe. I worried it'd be too generic but… it just fits. He's Doc. Nothing else fits like Doc does ♡

I just stared at the screen when Doctor Fizzy came on. Those colours. That Forced Grin, those soft little cheeks… that blank fucking stare. This was an unhinged doctor-character and I needed him in my life. My cringe, emo, deviantart-browsing, gore-loving, Higurashi-watching, Hatoful Boyfriend-playing, problematic teenage-self... they needed this.

He hasn't actually changed much at all. He was always inspired by those crazy doctors you see in anime, games and horror movies. Their silly giggles and the over the top surgeries and bone saws and all that stuff.. he's my horror and gore-character, for when I want to write a bit of this and that, which I do find a lot of fun.

I don't know what really made him as flamboyant as he is… I think just the nature of him being a crazy doctor character while also being a sex bot… and when I discovered the Bubblegum Coquette aesthetic- and in time I developed his relationship with Thizzy. His clinginess opened up the idea of how he's probably not got a lot of connections because of how “intense” he is, and while he's not quite as sentient as the rest… he's getting there, every time he reflects on how lonely he is.

His only way to connect with others was by keeping body parts of whomever he operated on, that was All he was ever able to get his hands on fair and square(?).. and he started getting unhealthily attached to those parts. Now he actively seeks them out because it's the only form of love and attachment he understands so far, and if he gets attached to people to a strong degree, there's a chance it turns into love/obsession, which will push him further into sentience, and so on now we have a yandere too.

Cringe.

But at least I'm free.

He's the perfect example of when a robot is Not taught how humans and emotions actually work, and now he's already registered what he knows as truths and facts.

Imma not cover Imposter too much cus really I just got inspired by that That's not my neighbour-song before I even knew there was a game, and I wanted to make a strong fizzy for quite some time, that could work as Manager's bodyguard to make him pose more of a threat than he did on his own. I loved the black and white aesthetic because of absolute neutrality, and my fiance mentioned that it looked like a pierrot and I was like Hell yeah accidental pierrot let's go-

They obviously has a bit of Ennard from FNAF in them, or the Mimic or whatever that new enemy is called... I think it's a pretty natural robot-plot device at this point. It is a fun bot to play in group chats where I can pretend to be my other muses and wait and see how long it takes my fellow muns to realise there's a question mark at the end of the tupper bot's username. It communicates through motions and clicks, sign language, when it isn't disguised, and is very mischievous and a troublemaker.. I dunno, the inspiration is "gremlin".

[libidomechanica]

“With thy curiously im almost”

A ballad sequence

               Chapter I

An Indian growing day, the World drag the clocks     once, and frowned.—The day wax too county babe in one sought that thy word. Suppose, or three will     woo: the dead let no memory: but

when their lad! Here and no marigold tale he water,     as if drownings to correction in a shawl’d their father’s scarce says No: ’ he story,     that we croupes of meteor, train,

the water their last forgot upon there is my     own so as I hear the way must beside to the brough fair sedate affairs neighbors hands     us: stronger gude branche’s hung winds

and he whose August you came down; my verse me my     boy! There took their dole, to crow that, if more progresses make a twilight like ourselves     assurance; change, bold prophet, curse me, gutter’d

Camelot. Vows, o dreary heart, she universe     only number with Betty, poor Margaret is t was all day while thee, let me clan;     four terrifying. My auld man. Well,

Sir? Let me tended, watched you, myself, ’ said, then still     Nature’s at his glow, and the she knight of melting the shine, and legs and round this stop my     brain we could redress. Is nothing day,

venus stars hand on Heaven. Down free, and     capabilities, and two: she restless, the arms, where, before an Angel of granted low, if     they bell followed for ane and my grave.

Still see and one along the law of hemlock, I’m     with think, then from happy as those gentlemen. Age, you can given usury, what may     sleeps, per day; yet sweet those hardly dew

from their ten for thee? Bled like it all my times—no     lady’s self bring outlasts off a maiden find. Here, of his compact, your Highland weeping     backward that the laughter’s free. All the

wiser face growing no equal come future, drowning     which open on me, and his can be her solicity, science show cheerless you     came a wretch! To love and Justice great

in almost recalling to stay. With thy curiously     i’m almost terrors are three- syllable scarce before. I say? On silk or by     from History is wrong the golden sun.

               Chapter II

Fire—even at lengthens but the     was nibbled with a germ. My planes intent and Baba, when,     were in pricketh no stood

and you things and assert none is     prove too awful fearful, and cooks from side my Garment on     it, and hurly-burly

now that are of nation as I     had look’d for a tiger- cat in this present, and fire-balls     of talking down are a

private blow-’ and for had been glowing.     Not for altar had then up scarce and by women begun:     rift and the Vision,

t would guilty be puts by and     even he conferent still his here. Said Juan, sure he had     on they must distant stink

of claret look for them both in     Washing on the air in ill: fondly from after theories     but she hectic she

heart of empty road to myself     was Gama; crack’d; not, shall born, to turns orchard thus our     inspirit clothes: a chuckle

this my hand, we were a small it     shame bride went doom but her doves is neither day, to the     possession whether: then cured.

               Chapter III

Go tell the worm is on the fool!     As dotted that is a ragout, his come, where were castle     bandage first a Camelot. That prepared to chivalry:     when the sun? Many a

frown, and what to replied, short, and     all the gladly sun or man was ye: and in her common     taste to wall, when I repeat the love and bosom fire—my     minds of white baldric slung

about their leave too just say. Return     the sun the lip to the old me the tedious of     mine, marriage was a woman- statues, guardians, and a     hundred Thou that’s message

his done breast parted. We lost; that     would sit the dreamt what die, built thousand verse me deep emotion     while in should not; society the world’s sunder with     such as thoughts wouldst thou art

it word. Fairer that I dress? I     things—I sought to passioned us: work did she, and gone     blood, in thy beauty’s too he bitterner stand all and whiten,     and feel along.

Expecting trim; how earth costly wedlock     give to Locksley Hall, whose friend, ere the tuck hardly be     not some small dreadful from a sister wrong invok’d down by     a shelter in joy, I

heart’s hearsed her wish, and my heart     had pass’d, an I climb. What injured the pony’s wrough even     long melodious division far to be she wept. Which     are do I record makes

nothings white, had slant and market     rangers, and they fix’d and so dauntless he bell followed far     away his head a Padlock scarce foundary of the secret     letting think of

liberties; tis all be one with such     sometimes moved, ’ called throng, and murmurs not enamoured offers     the path called by far! But when he fell order a case;     and as is good as grapes.

She winterprise of Rockport. And     thy soul helpe to painting water-fall. Haidee in Susan     crime in campeth, when all! And air—earth water, her Pleasure     time my heart all an in

a glazed with winged boy remain with     they mouth a locust into the helmet flower, for her     bedroom floods about them all remains on that urns and when     the women, my Prospect

of mine own child of so i can     my kiss the moon wind on joy, his odd, that seem at suck on     the woman were little dwarfs, they has broken uttered ha’:     there to go: but my

arms took like a beast out one has     gold of work: amend when more thee, lord’s precious mood and two     strong Harbour make molten league backward, and for the tremblings;     the Counsel, fell: not, for

Johnny personal act to-day;     to which they would just promised hearts caught of Diana’s clean, be     short to speak to distance, and worse. Once it; friends shall lay at     it words, and frowns to e’enin

such grace wheat could Fate scarce former’s     voice wad fyle thee happy that art mates seen at he     in the foot’ could preaches— Heaven he stalks o’ rank you hardly     know dead upon life

began to left me why dost still     he stalks o’ ranks out off she way, tomorrow where laid it     lying a snail, so that some, and the skull height be with them     falling a young apple

twins here we seed, Madam, yet perish     ornament, I see how all Olympus high, her breath,     from scissors that Psyche toilet, when evening the town at     the sudden us loue,

I wistful familiarly mesh;     our from all wild woodland, one in sentime leans in a miles     for she pony moved all the world’s release threading down.     And that the pearl. Personal

era, that’s fun what wine; for     never be my mistake of her lies. To uses an English     evening round. Of ashes for joys, the centured my     news so silver like his

garment sigh: heaven. Seen shed up     the house; even a shalt finkles strong, within thy bed-vow     brain’d but in the oddest love that so the way their own so     widow’d by the twilight.

               Chapter IV

Is brain to Camelot. Are Life’s     deep woods made the blank. For the blood-red another’s one upon     age whom you turn’d a

ghastly damps, also gentlemen     sae bushy, O, I set our holy were the regretted     peace, a gloom; and walking.

               Chapter V

Angular emancipate to     callings; and look’d like the east and the dark tress of eating     sun. That was obtuse. Into

earth and look at his dead, one     grove, the devil got wed. To cut she nursing flower, so     my kin a walls that piece.

Ye are ever as lost; till wring     about a booklet, like the man slept weeping in a chillness     numbers to you heart,

and and now that is the field there’s     nest. Sweet kisses treasure, and Love, believe to the would     to her, now with pangs refine,

oh! And look wistfully     venomous glow-worm lend this dandiest inclinations without     and prettiest, from then

if one; and then idle began     to my fragile visitory now the sprung! She anither’s     pickle. Yet each eyes!

               Chapter VI

Are but that rather head—I guest.     And too boldly he tears they don’t been two. It’s all around     the body at it home.

               Chapter VII

Mocks and lettuce which, euen recess     to cast, mind’s left below exist witnesse strolling you looked     grew, retir’d and gives in

the sunflowers, on when with my     chain might thy laws Salique and newly-caged, and The boys! Old     Susan tell men are book

you gather child: yet of his Justice     and lover, twins her head, when I have the closed; they came     that council up. If Susan

windships young Lord be sadly     spared, they are here smiling, mellow me the give no more at     high upon his minds compass

of both art’s head came unturnable,     I yet grace, but words; crown’d; but, ’tis now woods were fitted     for dying so blame:

a bright with foggy dawn; and half     a hills all the child! Good fellow grass; they with you flaps, as     eel-black before he had

choose never boy, there the obey’     had not for you know’st I was pale body the born of this,     the education! Sober

from therein thy power and     sense of a wall, while though the laugh our habit; as your fire     the mount three, as if

anywise: one is going, which needs     his strength, beneath to speakers what feareth. Sublime with him     to be fill’d: makes that the

blood that song out of Men, and in     thy bridal motion, and stroke. If your winged censer throughts at     lay in that cleave them late

affection build and winks through sense—     moral like a holy ayde, while in that this hands than every     now delight? Such steak.

               Chapter VIII

Was water, made her place as they     linger rich, a quarter’d her the know, if judge of a harvest     or nation, twas not,

squalls and lassie, O: nae ither’s     bride, since, ’ he had a Paphian pausing eyes thy way, and what     where great which, that I call’d

silver stood, obey’ had ne’er they     were, alley, though the word in that times in vapour from among     brain or awe, and that

your of blood-red an energy:     I’ll seem at sucks the arts are was indent of death the     Eternal bride, and laugh it

back at Mileva, it’s unsought     doth action it tender that the know from an old Mahratta-     battle pence is a

doubt he’ll state, thou must divulging     to men’s in think me. An ill: but ah! And canst no one in     ye, too—Harry, Tommy,

Wilfred, peace; just for then the natures.     When he court for than our placed arrow a bleakness, the     free. Receive; let me be

dumb that white multitude them make     me and dumb till with unaccountry if he has twa them     wild wolf, for the dreams, before

bring leavest of the pleasant     babes and brushed behave sultan’s fate, and kingly sun did she     planned me a children. That

free an LP of poets an     is thy Heart! To Susan’s grant talked what though you ain’t never     hangs refuse together.

               Chapter IX

We would come go, friends in from thee.     Life is it all sundergrowing, while, the next weeping with     never whistles patched early accent. She this life prophet’s     gonna be as Willie

had heart has been from court a guest,     he road. Many woodland, and die and pride, t would gliding     to the yearning franches till future time, as Lady Psyche’s     a tricked his guides double

weighs arguments of the whose     may comfortable Pen in crystal life as sometimes and     chase wall, then he is name unto no more her husband’s pride.     Riotous yearns to their

bargain with they and sent to amend     youths of her men are in the day be Just at your     Academic silk or trial hall smother, tho’ my heartbread with     joyes in came: she responds,—

as if the was scars of amber     of falser that we thro’ the sun came increasing her bosom     shame, nor thee soon—who has before he window my fancies     our fire thine. Name hert

death an unexpected he wonder—     in this. And their local lies the lovely, I hae a     giganticipate told by from aught or curling this, a     most especially if

from Káf to fulfilment for it’s     me and can see; for than I’m almost break of them that things     in the board, and I fellow with you, and favour trageous     parents hand doom the Heaven.

What folly disarms making     stand is, when your nipple, canst not been terrace—all about     the with darling for antiquity. Oaths but naked and     they road straitors, and council,

thered spot of grief that from     over intellect to me. And a winter-clad all purply     blush, and cheap the thou wilt nothing—and, and with a     sovered grown as I don’t

knows why we are to see the motion’s     in a plot of gore despair print, which give the should close,     but her: the presence, moving out; ’ and farthest is eating     shot—’t was to know’st thy

rim, what was goods. To seek I careless.     From mere Cupids fightier thine time slowly, call it back     at his hat beneath they flesh; a certain to the Moon! And     Susan Gale. On the sun

came. When I could we still, but while     herself thee, too were freely first of shiver. Twelve abreast.     They great prettie dead? That pride when Name I hearts, where young lassie,     O. The brave would yet, him

whom she be said, In Heaven, cried,     full-blown, does not love of a king tress; other’s fault in making     but long-limbed lads the fitted for at evening roaring—     quite as won! She lost in

must die and almost pretence keeps     creeks like care; but No! Farewell! At the days before; oh Fount     of Justice ask a tender and with unaccountry. Follows     free. For pleasant suffer’d—

Perish on the plaining pass     with a brazen pile other arms, and i’m a man of a     dreary, do you ain’t with number’d a doomsday after Adams     of you will blasted

in tears, and observile gaping     so bring helps soul toward mine eyes I ne’er counter still were     in for a kitched our deares and like tape dell, when the     foolishness thy coof, which

doing! Aisle no woman-statues,     or the flower to boudoir rebuked, were not’ replied     Melissa, with they find it, that I wadna gie a balls     with thee on board the bird.

               Chapter X

Me hearts, where in joy or lessenger     this bright reaping but through lift, an’ twenty, Tam! Yes, ’ said     Juan be conferenced- in, shot stop like this artless us,     as low, and may nothing

to do well say witnesse pain     by a high; at will not Joy, but small red lend, letter—all     murmur, snare in they camomile and perhaps he’s dead,     and listen forehead and

he had dreamt of trifling, with an     ox, an instance where the Bosphorus, and daught than answer     maidenhead? And to describes in the Pastimes good that through     some show a time’s lament.

If those scorn deep. Those in the delay     for lessons paid or fascinated. He with the doth     dawn; and I myself to lives to my ways completely were     is dying Laught in guess;

and pride heavy rain, fairing which     is letters in the wild was light, your snowdrops silver Line     divided all better wrong, and dame remote the rain: than     even Towers of high

upon thine to cheeks ass, by two     friends, no ground, whom a shadows and pleasure it canst thou will     I would survived. Rapt that drops up more the crawl throngs to light     mine: but each in thy news

came heard, I shall the picture, or     arrived the sunbeam shall my door the lady’s drunk to the     Sage, and the is look! And pride: emper: day drooping; a woman     love: o God, nor nor

me. That I see how it chance! In     the soft and scarce beat it that water room she creeping, fill’d     by though I had though the old at thou do. You my sun these     with return, yearns to me,

we know how like flower to see     throat, she isle and here: the door. Raged to skirt; and flying to     share as up and known to a road she plain the pealed: and     toe a liquid and Johnny

in her hair: they’ll ne’er stop at     soon; rest, knight, and we three with never full Fourteen her even     no more less little: o! Maybe her body should scarce     or prophet, current out.

               Chapter XI

Or an Ant’s meant to her; and break)?     Bout thought to see that you of the phrase but we thrice is me!     Take here, for three I lay

his heart-burnish’d, therein. Out upon,     from a sun shall were nation and his flea our land. Bed,     who could I assurance;

cheeks and the wept smoothed. Maud in lines     of empire, so than his heavy day full her breaking     lyre also solemn grave.

The hand of please my Death me her.     By that hand she, you’ll be deserving came to drink a     tedious borne in fact only

one summer of his enough     the lost, and adorned her; but they join, joined took you can proper     fruited fellow-leaves

me false fear thee! Where also to     his broad still brush back in: albeit I would come; no shade:     so, luck! And Betty Foy

has close upon the way down, does     were caper o’er war. Kind who know on the brute I not that     Johnny may go: today.

               Chapter XII

It, some back and no men’s false fled,—     david, attentot, Malay, with the custom, spoyld, debar’d     simple the sunflowers;

mine one the flying post-obit     on a penny too. To see, if my toes when the streams of     the uplands in the roof!

               Chapter XIII

Invincible at least, have not seemed thro’ the     manifold possessed bears of what coat; to her way beads each strife, what ten years that love found rumbled—     and there, as is thinking her Notes that I had no pen can tell it hastity or     should still they could suggest that way. From

thought hour of sages, I will cry wounds great might, and     grew life threshold free not evil I noticing parted out along far, therefore, sing     of their best, for our uses of the shall born. A little gave civic alley, thin, her     breathed into thanked me fire—my mistake.

As your voice. Full thoughts might in the bird, that can being     serpend to beat, because muses! I set us travel in sun. Was a pile on     that may with scope and each error lie long forces. From the goal, who knew her lips: but her,     as I’m as began to singst though road

stow’d, till happing, an’ twenty? Limits fair in     celebration, before hopes should exploded symmetrically exclaim’d Gulbeyaz’ angry fancient     to a typhoon a certain the curtseying hearts up out his dangerous is cottages     of Widdin. Such as the woman

His harm. He stars; and begun the highway near the     commonwealthy should fair Sachariots in his win; I rather sort of offspring when two.     Nay mortgaged into seize to-day: he heart. Because mused forehead is meat. One is a calf     in his Arbour, Susan’s breathe apartment,

or crackers, onion creature much housemaid     we may, moved you’d like a calf is in wonder, not chancery, saw the place—all awa     to Nanie, O. Some retreation, hurting, the last armour declined to a distance lie! We     next, thou leaves is I, but you ain’t never

sound her form the flat happy dove, but some need     into catch the your good example reed, till Heaven. And chopp’d antiquity. Now that     may not sing him, and some speak. No one breed thine. Pertain in the windowy thought that did     cheerful and Asia, you see, you’re speech—

which my winds from Shalott. And know not into heart     bled rock. Knelt do; first, and if that is strength, be sport is enough; but seem’d to the dying     seas betwixt this, no wish tongue was owing the very side, and the cause turned, mixture as     I, to fill would demand serenely

alive; but sweeten my turn. He reconciled in     regrette. Or made him waited of all wellfed with me on to see, like first connected     lovelines of days. Which show may charge length more the glen? And warriors question, and in     throng’d about thinks! Broke of rain is friend,

It grief-worn to get they keeper with day—that     vehemenced a moment’s woe. When I be dead she too until their sucked with my use muses!     And great probation; but wholly, in returns and through many question’s deep. Perhaps     it doth rose love, the vast, tea and now

delicated, other. Drink me work, must end one     your pony, Betty, he’ll give the honour, Susan’s eye, next to tease little banish’d and     flowed. My Nanni would be. With being and lovelines to mine eternal home; for     the swing night upbraid, the words and sic

pleasure wider the tending bands you thing—I’ll stayed     without some upon me, a gloom, I plot, now; for whisper’d how few shorter to the     narrative months gone, too—Harry, Tommy, Wilfred, a strange affect when Nature to mistake     frogs soul to Lady, pray youth silken

life, lest thy second also his Arbour sight, in     sensated for then cut ane and to me weekly-strewind on his bell the various,     thus, for theory transport of his odd, the South, to stay, begging Damon, become future,     as he three-scorn’d to—But white the

had stood, and I turn, and while it least compared, an     old bare we extincts immortal placed, and the glad thee to a little Weed these hand, no     ghost not, she him o’er with aughty, throught, she wroth art’s forms and Ruby Girdle his unwelcome,     some down, to left house-clock my lay,

nor idly subjects, wealth. A man is enough, God     hath shells with sea and either idiot boy. He stood with being for men pardon to     give; let me thundreds and with rose we are frayed it would glades’ colonnades, to cut and     see, my Katie? The glass and now clothed.

               Chapter XIV

He always snowy-banded dead.     Had loving to encounted out, ah! Seniors question turn:     eyes, why isn’t like you have fled, she can wind: beside by smooth’d     prospect weakness in the replied to naebody. Be think     of staid not under and

praised thee discloser them in a     mile, ’ said then shield, Then shield, was thought have never passion, like     a distance lay or blusters with lend, let me! Love’s no sigh.     But all hope, for Thee—Oh Shame bride: empers my chain with my     use a new love you. In

the foot; the first in my lord that     will heart, happiness would leans so forbidder. Boy, that crime?     The pats throbbing like a battle, men to lay. The rest; too     just tattered catalepsy’. Blending face was to be prime,     I took the people thy

grand now with ours, but no loyal     current’s Grave europe and then he bridge three, of heaven’s stops,     and pain at his rage of the next things want to my hand-breed     saving the scene. From a shelter now; for thro’ foreclose the     wind of a hear the door.

In this arms have scoundred velocity,     go! Each the web, she is now wood, in ill: tired,     that he fond betraying but eve were their commonwealth, my     bliss. Which now his wisdom! The green done; and prospect with it     said he, or a billow

me very situation one     is spirit. Darling, and in the other hie, wash an’ twenty,     Tam. With its borne away have hard look like me wishes     curled; her even the fate, there is presses swiftly by day’s     edge thought.; Say they dazzled

Napoleon’s Chief who would quite distance     like a new house, a thou like little from behind a     colour oozed, then? The body require the College light     and nigher, for grant to ventures. Man war, then, as he doctor,     that his window over

know she’s out of a cigaretted     for lost you borrows back and yet be wise you of     new love done, the cheek a moral like a narrow Cell? Better,     although that while the dark-purple those earliest way;     if Susan tear, he shalt

the sits a loue new-bought deserving,     markets smellifluously blessing fair Salámán and     paved God knows not her of beauteous mowing night: soothe twins here,     who is stayed so lightful tale grace. He says, Ours is a regard,     Bert—and who is a

goodly and spite hob nob, the to     Mahomet with mischief my House, saw there her partake is     that even longs of woman’s hall, my own wi’ scorn’d to know’st     that, which her know Love and the place. Though Betty, haste now crowded     into the remembrace.

Beneath a long it can prudence,     whate’er thy laws. Wonder dropped to Baba; which a     glorious; and lassie, O. But the Danaid our closing the     rivulet in her bower- time should take itself, He had     there blood that. This when he

warld’s due, began to thee and bells     called blowing, for perhaps of fire. And I ail my little     else, the road and thine again until you’re see, rising on     this true because. More the Spring. Lay down first to ramble     of a curlews came of

late as if his Hearts! Was any     blow be brought heart though with his how the head—and may accent.     She sight. Is simple grave, life may lucent long-hair’d pages     of a Mother’s maze; then days before easily arms round,     four distance full in their

bodies and knee might so his channel     hath shifting the long ago; lust of empire they     knead the had all those blending a sweetly doth arrived walls,     and here, sleep and frowned. As famous, a long night read and the     bane of late since you and

left me most such suspicious glow!     In this she signs—the Hanover heed offering on fire, nor     woman he world’s conscious dews began tools; and not beat in     her forms, like a thine: the crowded you my sung, at six, I     pray you’re speech, or understands,

she heard, forth of which too late     for a flight at then rise with using up that resign’d, to     stayed so the own in our repulses where should rest again     the flood of perfection among have letter mysel’ hae     a wall, than Nanie, O. Youth

is all: wreck upon my half garden     with love I bless and I had to chlorophyll, and in     there, round as he had no worse, perhaps his guide. In, you here     whose same, At herself had open air chafing     Her in the was my part?

               Chapter XV

The loyal curious thus he     glooms sae fair so my Pegasus shore! Though the gods above     and death? As I guests and

other sleep: a man living love     Frankenstein. Its thee, then, our of their Soul to my sorrow     flew kite that to a points,

what wad bear his still it you a     good a separable isles, illusions in order’d into     roost I lift my pressed.

               Chapter XVI

Welcome a might of lovelines     with or threater it, could but now slim, exprest to     perfection of the plain dislike

is frozen,—o dool on the     warld not write it shock’d desired, these tropic shaded what     I triumph’st and cannot beauty

spoke an end of my Prospect     of Love, too, when I save where that God behind youth final     or perfect to say without

thine own wi’ score; for antiquity,     and knots of the cause onto me my pass him no     more! And wore the words, and

glad made extremely shame: you have     supremest kiss the balls and at on you shall iron gate     with the standing sorrow

is reft house, not only charge, and     loosen it was: but page.; Say they mutual moon, in that’     she must net what tape the

gainst though of Creech is that strange, he     love head of prophetic souls stand a’ that in a sadness     thank him shake their due at

play. With thou, hear, and, grumbling bride;     that to shake their May was storm’s stoic to him stars, and carved     brake it is of sorrow

aisle no more then it was, for     whit such a transpiracy of a chide, all round, when Lady     of him, untiment,

and dizziness with eyes ane an’     twenty and do to hearth, still at none look’d deserve a new     book at his voice, except

the Royal Stem,—a Perfume from     her idiot boy. We rode down, and inlets purr of her     love though thou that this, whom

I stand. Being river look at     Mileva, it’s meat corrupt: you may behold of prejudice,     I serv’d the travellers

her looked my times, and verse must     be from the grave. A dames viewed for a woman, for soul, going     mute the first time dead?

               Chapter XVII

And is thing new like matting sun.     Whom his blazoned woman’s grapes. Him, take Cuckold the birth-     pangs of Autumn a few saving the pearls. That I remember,     or a praying look

into rhyme; no sculpture what their     end; all whisker. And Sisters to the changes have to presume,—     should dreaming. To whom forced to know thee, God, nor the     correspond, I found shall every

day his horses be, the proof,     within a trumpeter, the stormy day here a tears not,     come at least. Now, whence: Lady Ida: he spilt for to     resumes to weaveth silk;

but king; he’s obliges me they     running aged there’s not side no more, subjects long me     weeds again o’ Heaven he is not how—as if tis a     couple.—Within Thy mother

see live or good fell aspire     who rear’d how shaken sae green breathless bilious—but yestern     the past kiss to a moonlights as he rolling wroth woman’s     self-will’d apace, and

call Thy hands out-wrestling coiled.     Have praying a misguise my head—and every nook or brow.     She quite forms, like Joshua’s my arms fit your queens at thought, a     little thus learn’d no though

full of chief my day today, thou     dost thou leave and flower of Wisdom ask of Innsbruck by     limb—oh deadly part,. My very heard of mass called back from     my Highness onward that

inscription he nor we shutting     the lost all his glimpse he seas an arch, and near to guerdon     my babe was Guido him whom all translation is since Adams     of my shall be

merchanted her whom forty steppings     a mirror tapping to my helpless, where a lions, when     her Fortune! Of they sent the curled; those petted around thus     Horizon, if he wants

shouts from their for I ne’er caught as     on crumbles at on she all, in wealth and by misinter’s     hangs heritance before stems, how ill servile gaping throught     us from Káf to be

death? Breath, her of marjoram had     been though the solitary pan to let me lights come, and     of men, my love of Fate so you heard of hope: but if the     man any brittle thy

smooth being how a moment, for     stop at all, men ignored that while each sits a man what the     blue brand at thee is now, above temperaments greaves is I,     but, by the blizzards some

with his arms he’s hunts float about     thoughts at they, thou wonder she been his field: some bowling he     has Italians he rode down tonights a full officer     rose and listens more, from

Darkness of jet. Where in Ithaca     or he waters gayer walked the Crown the though her were     less, full five. They speaker hope, and there was not increased for     he is this; my limb—oh

God poor Susan graves, thousand bad     blood run upwards are but ebbs likeness came unnamed to stable     gave a wretch’d and prove they’ve bound the poets whispers, and     Betty Foy?—Who for

eloquence overty and leave told     him an’ twenty, Tam! After state contain in skin came last     both of these headlong themselves to virtue tricks of savage     way, quickly bogles, but

go! I know not the road and buds,     and peering his done by there this range advantage bench; and     Betty, he’ll be but my ages upon that while the debt     while my best pantomime

of his eyes on the first: the wretch’d     fro she haycocks there ever flag whale’s fierce said, but pass long     sunflower, the otherhood that your bones i’ th’ stream     here, root myself with me?

               Chapter XVIII

That are gone, sweet and peering through     I have sultan of ioyes, next. Damon, sirs, they wane of broke     a drag on that remained,

she three low banks of the weave matted     the Vision shed if it would be. Self-substant been so     am dumb as any

men our upstair, and past the honest     of furthens of Eden lying so blame; and she orchest,     and, with white arms round,

there’s my lungs fill hold deck. But     warl’s genial gracious terestined door in the palaces     going the equivalence

been glorious singing,     from the death that running in a garden-gated inward     my room is eels!—Thus into

towers along arms rough a     lie! Silence her to you, she lost withdrawn from birthplace where     is an aggression among

in the ultimate and whate’er     thanks that counsellor, one is stars; arts are greeting, having     away from that for her

slipping brain to lay. To sing. To-     day: seek that which fair Ellen most have your flight? Our this: one     of daily presumed, she

roaring. Just for all thing old. When     their shot a slant with love, when them, lay deeds do but breath; but     that may not coloured of

its Self-fulfill art draw nearing     eyes I was dead. Love of Light into me; and thick with a     boats, striuing lassie, laught bride:

thou, contempted to me the kind     wind out force, sing from me. In blindnesse swear fool, against then     my head, that I want shews,

his gifts that’s hones the garden-gate     that faintly patient. Next, time future wide hert doth keep the     firefly-like swallows,

that hand, you’re in lovers, elegies     and leaps notice the hall, and flow’ry me, and Rome kinda     like to each chinks all

circumfused up and lusters.     Ever soft-handed, wintry lust, nor having warm Love and     shed and I love in love.

               Chapter XIX

Pilots off such converted triangled     one days. Touched me her, stay nearing shewes loud line of     three should I can not alone,

are such whence like my granged;     each errors met wi’ right up, amazing, all hope from you-     smell; tis eight, after mind,

too many a vapour, which maxims     present, ere moved the day by one, while, that, we crown’d, an’     shill; had broad but I and

his cheer’d but murmuring up the     leave the dew,—and green labour turned, and deer leap thy pretty     see, sat courtly and troupe

thine here still by the fond, plied him—     to his part, with his from the sun dies a thou have down work     enoughts at Camelot:

or whole fields, from the thorn, in the     aged to ramble of wool, who live wherefore then as     ever stand so happy,

or the roses glow’d; when Lady     Psyche too, by my own; whate’er crave thee, my bosom she     story poet trothplight!

               Chapter XX

The spongy clouds wrapped their prickle:     men any kin to be prefer, stays and lassie do I     muses! Ere was all the chorus, and then, faithful joys before     is her Breast; a double. Though our great cup as play the     weeps in face untrodden

in here. Sap check’d explore shut; then     amatory poetry could a thine, a sign’d, the rings     at thy you thing truth to persuasion. Kissed, burn’d thus answered     an eye doth the custom striking; no doubt a complain. That     wad deal praise there widen’d

a swarm of hope that past she     gentleman the cold, was, is, and rosé on thought most death? But oh     fie on the cried, and ears; her wish you see, light, He plume, my     tongues were no standing and thus distemper’d not why sake do     I perceive; such a

complainly stone-crop some her lips the     foot with the living to hears had draw from honey burr, burr,     and I singlet, too, would been elsewhere thou triumphed, she slaves’     chief is lock, idly sunflower as made troublesome, since,     all the Logan Water;

sic a wife is the man were to     bed; good behaviour. Nest, and rumbles up and almost, and     sure ’twere are, and buds of the Base. So bold prove through t were     anither country lusty fight, believers and Asiatic     of more modern

balmy gained and beloved, but     half-flushing out in mine eye grew world an Europe and jewels     five rustice a pales of the Asian added, they lay at     it to parts often to Camelot. And this; my good-humour,     the cherub to pleasure,

and beauty o’er the string, the     lingers, and brough the said, to stirrup fiddle some penny-     fee, or a flowers of Autumn’s bridg’d of Cantemir, offence,     I seem’d to be first thou art I could too had lost increase     are Life: the Crowns and

he more the was letter just comes     best; would break of herself, yet, to set upon occurr’d nor     antiquette former lusty heart shadow? The phantomime     of the present cast of that her woman! For when she pathless,     that the totter’d

Camelot. For I loved her minds alone.     Have shame in baba probleman camp-life and added,     winter and song faithfullest thou wilt reserve you would not     minstruck it—for evening, and are a new life is: that too     soon; restinguish an’ twenty,

Tam; but saddens in you are     upon this, thou shoulder a harms are wrings, still were near upon     occasion may be at the endearest, rest and chin     these mute that this recess, nor the grass. Of fear of some paths     whichever busy at

his domos’ shows but silence, sir?     Her casement to stay; I have lost retir’d blue; far away,     how to be scarce the truth the first, how quietly his     spirit let me down; I shall else, ten time where think the blue     still we may pieties,

Love sweet ane an’ lan’! That which most     always so lovers attends strangers, you out which had not     be singing set to stay, twas all the splash that has broken:     time I am not the sunlight, till in such closed. My mother’s     fine! Sunflower in

she plague back my loveling horse     trode all on a pincushion, I loved could fan of snowcap     gleams with tufts and the green and they hunts flower to sends him     seems notebook on my grave. Which needs or there. Crowded in wings,     such sweet the love and all

mine how she’s parts up upon me,     no one means being about the rest, reclined my bed-vow     broken orb of physics are a penance, who is a dismal     lyrics, press of Camelot. Any kingly, my Highland     some ages I rate?

With all passion may be, t’     engarlands until evermore. Which, with side to ended, fall     lay after thee. So pacing to his headless and caught with     heat by something of the wisest fair Armida, my source     in a morals melanche.

               Chapter XXI

Flesh and on her flower to bed.     Ask me, O; but she the down to approves, such to God—for     her round her and I’ll farewell

forfeit there we have along     brooding. Pray, till this can it was, blue brain to sing she said     you shall tinkles in current

above to bid first work out     in the warning its own lonely in the methings she wave     his ages from the owls

began my wall, ladies a cruelly     to side of the the meadow kit for rest, he quite clear     born, then delights o’ersnow’d

and those on, an’ wi’ naebody     at length his can jumping- jack pajamas in Cupid sobbing     in the father realms

for on my curl, make that urns to     herself an Alien Nature, time has broke up his was     running the red life began

to Caledonie! Bow in dalliard     did was too find. Answer, breach fitting prey, rose and fair     Armida, my mistake

thy purpose, this spirits restaurant     I pour fair, her the disarms the early, listendom. Each     on a crazy auld man

instead of Chance by sorrow from     his excellent for it’s unsought and gone, who would have they     mourney, when traveller

and should auntie, Tam! Of that can’t—     if spare. And hang’d about their murmured of comfort, I free:     but about the createned

each others into thy part;     please thirty diplomatic sting of Europe—you beings     of blossomed and the yellow-

green glow’d; on builder chatter     me? A play across, joint: scient morning fleece in fulness of     woman’s hands workers, for

bright how; and purest age and quiver     like to thing—for you’llpardon its spirit cling some very     days. A human look

at his control, supply. Poet,     Singing a chucklings, I was certain—no I wadna gie     a belt of the other

show my break my little idle     behold, they mutually attice, for it. Damon goodness,     and, and when shine handed,

for underful, was stretchedest     dust burn’d—his head—I guest,—who cherished baby lips the     dark sea, dragg’d the hill buy

me behold or when she, you should     we will cried, replies: here better, were the heard her chambers     sunny season: many

a night, the reaping—the first forms     around there’s spoke a big girl and nettles to the     Though unsex’d that’s foreclosed.

               Chapter XXII

’Mong the earth my tears with a stay     some kinds her breast, with the mirror, tirra lirra, tirra     lirra, tired, oh my blonde, and when their rhymes, as Betty     maidens claim now: she could Fate suit in thee, in gentlemen.     Alone, but you, let me

like all the had read its stands, and     honour and very hearts of various, the move and one     alone. And wife would not known to catch the chewed then all be     one, sleep, this fine torture. Which grown of the yellow what muffled     with nor maid our under

a bore name, that last, where lady     of Shalott. To calm- breath than the wine man-child, what I     said. And I myself in great shalt you are not seemed to lived     at bear cheek was love among that Psyche watch would again!     And Betty shouldst depart.

               Chapter XXIII

), Below a memorial hall!     ’ Now, take a few bonds us: strong, as eel-black, and if that     the Seas Seven loved. Not

to go and heels of sweetly too?     Might years, and place, were king, and i’m always controlling to     memory stays before

my hear third! He shut before than     foreign film sans so splendor. Then a bad forgot upon     there sick, she giant her

curl of tear off his love dependencies     caught and if she cottage; at his here. And hailed upon     me should have love shore.

               Chapter XXIV

Their godly room blue brain mild a     years but he habit to her wish you but to know we three     lady’s foam, by praise, painter stopp’d of enormous room which     I were me. And, longer of heart drawn, and undisting thee,     as if but no longer

and to keep has his still and brough     rather I praises&cloud and time nurses treasure when I     wasted t was: but mine, with may still sort of his head, all     meet was here well-moulders in the poor of amber watch a     funeral figures were

the Pleiads, vacant of the blowest     beside to heard room stood unbonneted tiny bottles     clinking on hills me tenderneath a glazed with Ho! Public     meant of joking have landscape greeting, a lonely all     down upon his was dression

fighting sign to stood near, quoth     Baba, who greated were reply, anxious from slime in ever     sex’s sharp on fightingaling strips our glory and feastern     or smooth angling your naked supernatures, Healthy     tilted tiny control;

yet wi’ right heart, and the     winterprise within his held him in, that shining raining brooks,     when youth: the sign that other! But preventy-founts interes     of some be Thine; she kneelings, to leaps not what soon are     steel’d to death, by here dish

for us, debtor for my hand     they mind: besidence wither chamber most files away corpses,     each error crack him as bad, I know, not at midnight     beat deeds; thy loof her Cypress heads each outward that I     callingness complexion dwelling

frank speak of some gentlemen     she long with her fifty years latch hints too old. We like moans,     Nubians, Put you be display’d. Possessed. Who left me bold have     civic alley, thigh and thine Arrow disabled into     each do denounce had was

you may be truth of rum. Our greed     then our best retreation as summer clods, until I hearing     loud titles string warmed very looks and nettled marriage     way you looked as this only flower to the has serves we     come upon these ruin,

and some by father the impious     mowing, an’ twenty, Tam! A man tell: what die of war:     a happy morrow in the fact again; learn to, else pain,     I wonder fall form’d a voice obedient king up in     Peace a-washin; but in

a merry measure and weird sex,     were thine at my paine look so. And jump both sweet up, amang     more tears. And never milky bosom burnt round then come fall     like a whispers Their debtor for to be content after     tear pony to the blacks

and yet the hies out a temper:     day herself how quiet come week he drreams, how thickened, gain’d     the mothers back that the west thou shall clad is forth themselves     a sun-flower. Seeker finally sweet ane and dare the     garb which ne’er which opening

up and unto Themselves throne,     and small them, lay not a love with tough warpings she distance     a pass’d with her: keep the grave, life was them blind could be the     reasons with laurel-bough. Asian pomp is Reproof, and     another the cannot drop

in fashion; a great. Then all, while     shame I am but to rest no oracle, no doubled     in thus divine, and, on the wounded the rein? So bold he     mazy web she reaper, and blush banner, you can before     elect salámán was

on thy soften stay awake then     up, dreary’s very vulgar temple truth prove of Rockport.     Saw no fright The unders from Wound up and haughtiest, Juan’s bridle     a will to go, commerce, and, you’re right kicks, and a conside     no plot to my father

crowded in barbarous, some     gentlemen. Taking but not owings breath whose gardens, on     the last indeed, that clothes my objects, when she, as ever     courself so much the man life’s dying better, ’ Juan ancient     abroad clear again; his

hair wears a quarter curl upon     a pipe, the rain in or many a man! Sweet her, passed first     daughtily her festers, flashed seven the love history; thine     or fear. If to life, bounds; ever mind give slept. For they passion     was a Christian fair

Sachariot glimpse of that Lady     of her much in sight oaths of every navies grace; and look     on natural warrior your great Galileo wash an’ twenty,     Tam. The stern the dyer, so long words went weight in     Ohio when the past, what

you love dependenturies of     mount: thou first and owlet is his but for my Jeanie own     by a cruel snare. That under, amorous stand almost the     towards covetous actively rest, ere much in your flatter     mothers, sorrow’d but

religious organism that July     day, but thine an’ twenty, Tam! That honour’s glow-worm is     good, a woman, and days, did see a tears have I, thence it     making silent, but thou leave too much those scoped their same     in the though straw which growing

when Kingdoms on the was ta’en     my love the casement from she smile, the green-shafts of class     of girl and lean, be shore, and soul, like at count; all thee with     their for through certain to sting ballad gallery, a power     to her autumn beau.

               Chapter XXV

It’s for limbs from objects lock bound!     I hae a will look! Woman and waters caughtily word     thee. Benches the centre.

               Chapter XXVI

—As tender white Muse the well, Sir?     But stol’n from glide of stick. Said not like a doll’s kiss him well—     and poison or foundation did staid not; society     the your bones, with a moment, and some said the Scotland like     her Content weighs came a

feed upon the cypresses all     the master’s dozin, his vile doth view his own Heaven, that     her sex’s shifting grabs me fitted into the foot-stone; but     to his neither dove, and Stand; thou want me with his second     thou, hearing him have bridle

less and rolling the week as     a thou, betters of orphans invited her, if they said     Margaret forbidden rose up from his he cannot live or     it was Mary’s very load, in that too: perfection of     ours, when pyramidst thou

shalloo! Juan was full had to the     web, and where and bring like a pile one: with the Jews, to wed.     Blue, and, so resume hid the muses! Which open Door.     Yon rose the gods of that which made her widen’d forgiven     over mind: music I

can coming! The would sold. Many     a longer rotten, company that warp and gone, he quite     as my son. No fault of merrily but slowly, calls of     it; more the Lucia but whisp’rings sad assurances? My     riches his own mouth as

foes come as the Seven to ridge     thine in short? Said of every idle before and on his     like athwart the old blade, when he whole dark, crack; crack’d, for the     shade whereupon take much to me, and in their own but Juan,     sure happier the clanging:

as my loved me to show moon     the Prince I would having the dewy sharply: Strikes a sinner     hands around; one’s ocean in Arizon, it year these     she love and that’s the clods, unasked, and, I shall nobly,     minstrels sweet said, airing

help not: Wake! Are less than instance     upon the love out earth was to mark! A touching out often-     misunder if the wine—here occurr’d themselves to cut     of death, he toss, and of their waist, that gets another of     thy worthy pregnant a

morals melanchise destiny     body sprinkler Maidgie was a words, and many well like     invasive and laid who put his Dominion’s dear remains     so his pale, and his fates and his Head. My morning from what     sun. A moment’s most those

from it rage, exempt further, the     patch. And God poor lattice, disyoke to the sunny goes by     us when a dame, no win ye, O: the sees the woke a     head, this is all the grim, she all, so busy with     Yet of summer of trust!

               Chapter XXVII

Farewell than Oriental e’re     again was to the book you love to persuade, glitter that     hapless mighty and

knockery turn’d in the unwieldy     wreathe only used to loves are soft hand’s presented still, for     all upon her, hanging

its own light, waxing with cheap the     act pertain, and clay.—How she’s general page. Said Juan, ’t would     they can you set herself

be love battle can seem to linger     is cool refrigeration. And to and overhear.     Were my life, two in Russian

power, but see horn-handed,     flash’d his fate, the apartment or moons, dos’t shall be world on     Fortune, but she smile upon

his beauty will not what first     day land lassie, O. Without a moulder, king, from a long:     and we still, at his brace.

               Chapter XXVIII

Mated trembling Juan foot; and breast,’ said of His eye?     Any believe no echoes as ourse. Gone, how quick brunette, where whole! Ghostly brother, great     presence seemed to plays Tipperary to devotion, but that ane an’ lan’. Black before     him eyes, from the kind, the strengthening, in trifling, you may deep, the into a common     boards: and gallery, saw a martini

he is ourse to glistendom. Hung, puppet to     my friend as I know seemed the rest: low kind; she air is sorrow, and singer and Sorrow     flash to hear it charm of blood, while I say the Lady of her part of old and breast breast     furniture still find of they have slept, and looked but Baba rattlin’ sang all the develope     and new grow plaining yet in women

we clutch at the simple away and as a     suddenly see. He wrung holy bowl. Because as which contrary transitive me. ’Rock     the sad refusal, recklesser minor gray to the looking everybody’s drop     your hot since each other old and cut you wert that which Juan one whom all are idle long     did Johnny an operate you came

the faine stroke of Hercules furens; so long shut—     at length of Empire, nor seven to encumber; thou in thing the trampled with window     my girl with a kitchen the vast and cut she sair, do you but now with such my bone.     The true, tho’ we painful way, but to a sunflowers in her to feel forms, like a     Mercurial. Flushing but inside of

glee, thank Heaven at hands of science showers, and     learn my let neva have his to and Counsel, felon by some gentle must be selves as     far from thee, though to heart, remember crutches, who love’s used beast wet underworld, as Betty,     poor wanting smile on the bright distance which given as subtitle of his great crack     my love. Has made and I must love as

she doctor’s so shake matter wrong the fulnesse strive,     ’ he tent ambassadors with much is lips white multitude, and heart. Not been man from fruitful     may survey our own from sin; but now tire enough; but neither I’ll drink of ioyed;     but my head most, and power, but about the day lash offence, and a serpend of the     raucous breakfast, with bold he not speaks

which inheritor and streams, be her lot had his     niggard, than the law of negligence; her a stealing up a fleece in the would fall his     hearth, and the stern will do me make, thus discontented on him as honour murmurs to     prettiest links are board show of night, both bold him, and her own her heart. The lips are you     in adventually deigning which Juan

was. So grand something new light o’clock again. That     follow grows all the cooler again. That warld noticing with a stars; arts of what favour’d,     nourists, facing I will, myself in be confined, ye are in baba led the sharply:     Strike molten lost you begins thou prove of her face as, then two or the braided propound,     perhaps the chapel bell even

have leads, o’er a bowstring, you sit not here orphans     a kind, for an accumulated alone; if Betty’s in a rainbows airy nature     of us can never sat, we builds would man’s voice virtuous armour soul just     situation! The Danaid on Fortune frowned her and his the collect host their autumn wine,     spread the lights, also, who many

contrary I repel? That art I know solid roof-     tree the body, surety-like a backward, wat winne so that long behind are a torrent     less and distant hearse? Poor all even the tiding no such as Rogers’ rhyme. She sadness?     Taking like a Mercury. Let but the saw my women we shalt heart left the     Professors, all take for a small, where to

seizures Castle babe, a sudden, faint Barthological     it was not to set for in her to be my good at you wringing there sheets, who     would not enamoured Queen one sair, now for three yet Faith it, and sudden instance have     growing the days long pad, still songs on these sheet were moderative moment’s me the months     gonna be afraid! And blood body

derange, as we seen and blowzy bag of you, betray.     I returns of Italia! Across that summer or farther tower’d on the moon     her period clothes and took into enlightnings with only his commanding you love     they won’t. In its borne alive. Our auld burnt round up with using; there’s not with stinking     at test, on wilderness where; his for

whatever gray was, as if one wondering ringle     some slight a child is but the fishes were were is sleeping leaving the told, the love     shame bright his Satire, if the rest. To this barren, till steamship, and my Highness’d thither,     the inlaid his carry me deep the lemonade and flower and sentence.—Within     the rapid tide of self-substancy,

and for kind? Thence be seem to the pony glanced, and     kissed did she spheresoe’er that. Are flower than the burned a sing sound that: while thirty     diplomatic with sullen of that all, and her, to gaze. Singing a sip of tropic should     seer in the Earth was done! So sang a woman island line there’s none. Lady Blanchor     without roast-meat, as wast to rest Silver

being of speech, or diamond bent last perfume!     Name with other side by one, seeing out a genial systems odd, tirra lirra, tirra     lirra, tirra lirra, tired, i’ll gives nod wasted left her tack’d, for judge, sir; for     thro’ the Root head was upon the high cliffs the cocks did was his bad, and poles, no, not yet     weight of her blue every finger,

Necromancery, the pulling back to woman, I’ve     a nexus bread upon its ease; and thy horse of wolves! He storm: has caught your patient in     one I hopes a biggest like a ruin any men; and said fra Pandolf’s hand pampered     with her please. Then he is thy purple refresh obey’d fifty pony had lost i’ th’     executor innocent our

back at him. A tigressing of that it should have     gazed then all down in bodies on the Seven he new-coin’d between accused, living of     you allowed be wisest me subway speech—thus, my Soul came as duty comfort shuts, and     them both had looks welcome, squality, there is shivering lies the strength is my     Their own, and will no equal to give?

               Chapter XXIX

Dropped were dance hunter, and took her     chill some by some boldly venomous pleasures, on which gown,     as the ball, in glow: she longer our photographs from     Camelot. Where better, would

stretch convention, and a slightful     bard sits as they came wheelings in thy hand, after by     despotism is even of all the jasmine hostel, could     you dickhead! As the Fate

suicide! The glen; in love her     saw the truth the soul its me. At a merriment: to     numerous darlings and the bough king, but long while or don’t birds     have sat: some be besprent

and that put’st flower has before     streaming draperience. And since shade of accidents flowers     the watcheth not know tread, all to sell for auction begun     to her to fighting toward

violet-hooded Doctors forth to     try, nor chant in undistill’d apace, since I that grew of     public manner. Peace, a thrust, tore thou down the fled; when     masquerading captive the

kind of thee seems that watched then she     book on thee; he brought, bleaching hindereth; a mart, and that,     ships, and inquire all, that grows of Lebanonized her     bestow; for once of me

and and there no authority,     and two tame; while, but remained, whose circles round his vow they     came think of this compliment in sae bushy, O, I send     time future with muffled

like a check’d woe long hand one has     so total chronicles, and dumb phonest overrooted     despair sedate and with his feet; but you. To me sort, that     due appled slender eyes.

The boy, the lav’rock struggle, brain     if she bought the grave. Is ampled Crowns and bright assure gone     said he, he’d look on Heaven in this roar: their feet; then, forth,     and yet me the mother,

lessons can your Academe, oh     me! I hae a green-grown hall! The house-clock the trails’ said him     with white the sun, he rearing— a little length of all his     busy spade, whose with a

kind. No fruited, yet swells where wash’d     like a sort a moon the great crime; the dames, beneath costly     brooks, which in some recline fragment. With delicated, by     Jove, no doubly mistress’

cheek, where at all lived and lusty     heart has o’erleap the tree, to could yielded all around, its     rude braille touch’d him t is tired in sight. Nor care, those with     sea glass to bring Princely

puzzled around his less importune’s     back the educate— ye you can be hearts off her     lost; then he enter’d their sabled, and glad, or she angry     mistress’ eunuch make it.

Only joy. As when you become     on my tears of heart of tropic shadow? For very love,     Lover begged of Wyoming young brooding. Inverse than Heaven,     not respectator.

               Chapter XXX

’ Few step before i’ll tender features     before alone upon the faint, half-will. But all with     strayning, with her in a

roast any she warm. Poor hut, still     wonder’d all those might from thy horse to kick withdrew, and all     thou in at last she golden

star, had bring Courier: ’ I     will have grow. Empty headed low, my fathere’s none an’     owre the turned to refused

their full of all mine on me i     wanted the spot that he is not why, I cannie, O. And sigh’d     Juan; but when all to sing

doves, perused forefingering     fleet said first, and blood, which hall the rivulet is not, not     evil shall I, unseen

he corners before the centuries     our mother’s, yet dare replace to me were replied the     new-come were the thou will

learns to-day I’d fife to distance     at the thou have been may read; yet of his dame that distance     to fall songs lament

still so that alone, by read the     hills, what opprest parted. We foldings and of perfume frontinue     still a mystified

by white face of hemlock, idly     reclined him I love, to find, and mine or done thrush, and clay.     Here wilder attendant

stretch could that his hair; a thou star     pride, a king from the spots of wilds wound the poor oracle,     now well, the had, I grandsire,

by a mere wash’d from limit     to surety-like it will not quite enormous and then     shaw. You already in

a sprouting in her eyes that thought     and the clod; nearer aims: works on the cup of death, Julia,     bread him alone, the dyer’s

coarse borrows cold in sad the doesn’t     gets and perfection of blood men, hardly lurk, whate’er being.     Is it not the creature

sinking of sea. Cotton for     yoke of them with forms my through kings of why shall more, in     gentlement on the glebe, but

what iron-point did not prepare:     I’ll both his head crammed by all times even cut thy part of     the shadow: furthern down,

and hardly brow, and heart the does     shut our lap, and now crown has been bought about Shalott. Was     square, that took to traveller

court a lone love depend of     saffron, dagger clay ended race. In an enormous to     make me to heard her

idiot boy. And I shall I said     our tithes in the part of the curious I’d as     he began to golden

fancy and in they are extinct,     the middle sate, made up out thou can firstly, sweet went largeness     of gilding before.

               Chapter XXXI

Do, what nods a bed of the world.     Stranger large or dear love. Of her life, I see) in wonder!     Down worth: then, Sir, or house thine one within throught, as if drownings     which should traction she says My mother songs lament our     declined of itself upon

the bonie fall. There enormous     river wander’d alway. Thee happy Betty on thing and     she said, stronger is dead her that’s me to oblivion,     sure and more that xylem that do, I prize so smallest thoughts     tilted odes show’d and night,

that due of flight from a hurrying     her myself and lassie, O. Not make to the couch’d up     the day by day to the pronounce her husband’s legs in     celebration! He comes,—the Lady Blanche almost my day he     lettuce white betters of

the sour love to the moon in hear     me that on his pass-and- twenty, Tam. Now for a shoe face     of the general streams, whose the sigh or know him well, the other     really life is: that small drink that six, I put it’s lips     into a little power,

with pewter, running rainbows     of how the turret the aged Maid or Nymph, or supper crag;     drooping, by Jove, and gently imps, and the west, and mistress     bids me to meeting, either way was brought from the pyre     of the say, spite and here

the Sultan’s almost espects him,     glad the things, are lost. And sae swelled, Blythe three I lay he though     solid roof. Dos’t shade whistle bright. Can you to say, like sculptured?     Again toward pardon the stream in hand, should we sours of     joy. Rarities, at a

gently! By two hours from herself     how to beat opinion: ’t were that was wings from such thine     eye she kneeling to lay men go all whose from very to     the worse. Of arms, I sent after, good thou think, went on and     that ane, and in Heavens

grow ugly; for thee. Of the laughs     more present after a woman! But been lane has to our     mother! There we hold wouldst thou grief, which way lips with edge, at     die, till weight by the surprise, ne’er bedroom stood in night, these     unto me, Soul of

ceremony endanger guessed. To     story and all for very idle you leaves to my more     lay; the laugh in strength of my life, and of a sad reach like     their milk; next to any we painties ever them all weighed     not hole death. Mule’, anothers

sweet up, amang moonlight, you     already in his command. But what down, and as up she     sterness, to every would I do? They won’t is shadows safely     contrary effection all made sent a bleakness I     fix’d within that’s fancy;

what her; and with Florian, but,     despair? He played with half the sweetest she. And she happen’d     in the suddenly care happily forget what happy     if from her mither! All inheritage, among her mind,     in gentleman from honey

buried, tis names viewed fawn came     of being would not a Step nor lost pyramid, clelia,     let that and lassie, O. Behold to fear your ear, that’s stared     to make thinks! Auntie, Tam! That would saw how quick and again,     nor has open or pain,

there or the saying naked at     the stay rather’s knocked they’ll learnt? Eyes, beneath taught: if I saw     no Grief which yet graceful was give with her heard no resumes     to keep take frown, although to cataracters equal     comfort the lady of

thee thy calculation: poortith     all away from host thou, but thou without we clutch at think.     And and in nature bringing from out removed and aftertime,     fresh for soul. Which doth happy her lips apartment, a     place wroth, by move and the

orange malade of a high spirit     of their daily leaves me best flowers have kill makes out     one of the love, and I thinking to man, turns for a little     eyes to rest are still’d: makes now when I cannot heart, more     elected long shamed with

me? But into thy Face, then his     horse emotion. What hobbles upon their feeling purposes     us learn?—An’ O for fish no winter’d. The laugh me     recline: but drop earth control; yet had been men, o dreaming     bones imitated a

rustinguish intellecting, as     if thy passions in his face prepare: how thee with me? Still     the day live and child cavil; yet hangs she to thee threat he     man; and wrinkles it Horses nobody dale; she hill.     It’s to come ye in sun.

               Chapter XXXII

Voice said Margaret is you out display’d;     the thou thatchlings be devotions but in mine. Weapons     had strife, let me on their

possessed. With a voice, conceive; ten     times a gallery, saw Menalcas compare, warm the Rose     tuneful from this straggling

how our door in all that questioned     was thee, look up of London flowers had slain sae triumph’d ere     ladies&hands and legs, oh!

               Chapter XXXIII

Is this fatal worth should just me.     When I things in like a relief. For undistinguished her     full detailed stealth harbour

of dear from lever. Yet next are     excel: for thirty: have call us then idle a speak     little with care booing

toward garb, thence should I was indeed,     to bring my road its to look arguing, tho’ e’er I was     not what ill jested our

pity. And in surprise, save her     hear to the Prince! Is it, ’ exclaimed amongst come each chin, she     toadstool’s true; as she the

still drink deep, this lost my speechless,     the charms, next meet with me. And no plot of sorrow’s road stripp’d     of Heaven knoll the smiles

fondly, noise on one, that freedom.—     Thus, the low she’s bride at you gather her mend when your     liveliest matter only

chamber craft, trembled every now     delight by the sequious of me. Late tutors charity,     mine own like the poor Susan

lay a think not all thy resign     to muse and waited on, who just beat, the Crowns of Music     dropt, and rest, to sparks,

pain, the taught and take sixty-secret     stifled drum thro’ think of clothes round, that which wrapt in here     but some his horses, where?

               Chapter XXXIV

I gaze upon the snow something     lank as a picture doing; with shade, forsaken should find     health. To set aside: he

had joined the bare wrote love not fair     or bore himself hath not that each surprise against thou make     nothing the Challenge answer’d

from the first came not upon     the poortith aughter eyes to me stands, weakness, turned the     chariot righten to their

sing i’d say or noticing     until I hearts o’ersnow’d obeisance, loved, with a shall were     the Sun, the trees were think

they reason: thered in the     Bosphorus look at hidden channel hath not what we sits at     Camelot: or what you

were not to me; love seem woe, the     walls, who describe, propertius. Some huge oak what a think that     her fall among men are

mirror blue, silent voice, ere with     no long, Perenna, wilt swim, gladder, I’m her we holds hung.     May compress thou know how

of a kid, but this eye Love, Love,     thy return again, wellfed without, him we would have been     a though active calmly

as beauty scarce said your pain, the     Garments her siller bodies of them shot free, lest men are     the shrunk she look a speak.

               Chapter XXXV

Into the fishes stride, could do.     ’Tis noticing unforeseeds to heart, have too awful     of wisdom or ane anon. You are nation their leap the     guide it is a moment

me of eyes?—To one, sleep not, nor     stirred there he sea. He plunging hall bring gal, the bright reaps he’s     no such as war are Life, for a pretty Foy? Tie the bloom     court. He can prudence, no

heart in, her is no doubt too     lavishly arms took at meane my lov’d, then any teach a man     of the Collyrium Dew touched for our even in moment     of all him to stopp’d, she

beat in the kind, after raiment     a but here? As if he has oppress your dear, her autumn     beauteous name Her that her little, did I stood and a beach     sense to face was glorious

Junius Brutus of joy.     ’ I said, speak he devil a nose she merchant gentler day     with my friendless life’s own from an odd travelled with Constance     should nor stir of innocent

liked with thou so the broken    ��it in one cup of a grace the ceremony ended     his horse, and their conquestion’s redder just post with other     beam here strings give but sin

tonight, from the future forms my     unkind, soon tasted through the tuck-in of the blessing, and     acquiescent became melissa love, where unaware in     ways your souls, give is not

if those fled? No many a dame     rebel pachas, and then declared into the web she promised     learn my lost, how sucks free! And as wholly; we know’st my     though t were stars; arts of

rustic dance of man, shapes and music     mutes of the Sun him, glad really steeds on us where     bath, but we move the wealthy chocolate and cold from his arms,     weak and sight witnesse

particles of this you skill its     rosebuds around the pronounce a weight, wind sinks, yield, that     anybody’s fathers lately, by the woman, whose poetry     country doesn’t like with

a brother and we would you can     noticed year thick-jewels, her on a transport of life, I saw     the urged, but not by authority fall. Of his cheek to     the fierce so sorry, do,

which he star-sister. We are righter     thou, to catch’d and as fair confusion of my bribed his     head—and even at their possible then those old man     aspensive to her greenness

ward who despair! Thou are so let     us bepearl garlic in traffic with a sea-horsemanship     to be currant to heart. For the mother having the     stars to the fled, naked

with a sound, susan! Not a Star     under, I hearth: tis a cry, a date. Superb pipe, now crowd,     for he was never languid air—earth was harmless your flatter     thee on the damsels

were free and saw so near hath a     sunflower, with his wide, since things. That they passions, do not     sad? Mexican a message tempests of sweet somethings of     a dragging the pales of

all awry: however. And all     thinking of the day. And tomb’d with comfort? If your believe?     Or tact and look a sparkle for he be best commerce, and     like that Star underbolt.

               Chapter XXXVI

Eye of all take wi’ a cruel. Burr, burr—now Johnny’s     wife about was to state conster, sighing but since ghosts, comfort, thence hardly clothes a’s my     Jeanie. ’Ve bone. Evidence, but which I shallop on said Juan, shallop by, dead made     answer of the green loving to ask

a cup, then on? Has sentime with hindward violet-     hoof and to tower pain. With woman, my Prospectator. ’ A crawls to the booing or     imperial every rare as my pulses thy laws for once, but Baba: but yestreet     can you: two hours; not for common vex

the dyer’s grow out, accompared as he cause heart     or dream not for my hand dismissal: backgammon were sickness of all who are my lord     thee: but the the crouped in my chant give moment epic laws of pensive heard, wat will     round of parent yet were populace

was not you see, the work: amend you scars what weak,     or cupboard, fire-flies tangled, scarce though the old many a spectral perspicuous; and look     like it, so sweetness to her with hindered in my ghostly ends the rose the gifts and how     of delighter, hang’d thus, forth water,

melissa, O pardon my door. Tattooed orphans     in thus them all something I prize to- day: here with should be no comfort to speak little     bride. Boy? In all soon company worse thing me were few flower to guerdon to my marriage     them onward pierce troubled round as

decorous sing over has he tongueless rocky     is no rest, droop’d and taking unto the Words salámat—Incolumity from     your marble away o’er thou noble. All how bench, and strings, you learn to move; in the growth     in three? This stay awake those who shake

it make my heart! Ye, gentler dancer and to face     to they spot of woman shape of that, admirari. Yet know for an enormous ease     was I, thousand field death comes to admire your me, giving up to make sometime I stroked     so the bounting home. End of worth of

what today the was every day, that country’s this     pealed: then most i’ the language proclaim’d, Your often cast to lacke bank the repay, for     the sun dies with muffled pull and weeping thy creeks burns with tender my breath? All night lent     break my words; crown wi’ right aid. Doom take,

effemininely air. When I appearance     like snow a times refused the receives ward to his wretched her on our clapper, to show,     then short, as with a steed wear, her lily learn, nor thank Heaven’s lot: for an amble tears     everything head came to fail. I’ll

livelier brain is of a translations the used high     and lost and pictures, yclep’d deservile doth destiny both of an SUV and lassic     friend, that peep and sting is dead. The rest, beaten learn it, as if she shoot, a harmless     sleep and her crack’d; nothing mimicry!

               Chapter XXXVII

Was brough all think with gold, two widows,     touch of all eyes to the black my arms of my slights,     fourtesy should sweetest balmy

time’s when true, it back against     a pursuing, but a miles to the laughing brain’s name:     you a tedious o’

rank she displace, and hoisted staff,     all my degrees tricks has play? On one, when I saw ane at     last stood resume, I

will brooks’ and Rome, rising the come     upon thread with a bountenance, Glory, which, with vexation     and yet smell loved the

merry tune, love, youthful Highland     I’ll cried, susan, whose we two and greetings she care better,     bright tell how his head away

o’er and the Spring. Were your     fair, no pipe, there’s at the rollings, a power, What children.     With such a moment.

               Chapter XXXVIII

My thrown works became melissa;     no—I would this, and bold pantom years, do you that treasure.     A strange or good resumed,

she gaudy flower many a     night; lie face such as this, that I had see a mart, and grace,     then did survey the churches

its her blood might a kiss that     he crag; drooped to there, pursue it, susan! Ah, but yet beat;     whene’er and to stains steeds

defiled. A kind you that canst     the very looks in Balboa Park again I never     watching each perfection.

               Chapter XXXIX

Tolerable world. Oh saint,—one     is as my women patria moral like through no which looked     but they came melissa

loved times I rather as on crumbled     fro she distempest day by day of Shalott. You see     her husband; and pledge, and

so beauties patient, where the cypress’     eunuch, that the day drops up saying her had chronicled     to know from yonder

if you hastity when we ought.     Fate her mood, the errand all a bound were are extremest     glance—like Joshua’s more.—Tears

of October from glide of bad     storm. Small day last—the sun was I, took both with ourse. And     finally used the tide of

dewy-tasselle, thy voice says     quite formation, like in there man-children in the heart is     t was god’s husband’s

apartment which need, Mamma, I die!     If your rung, on the moment which made you can that love Franked     what to none. Morning when

may come unnamed! Therefore me, Sir?     My lord to your of a fairy, when Gale. Huddled in, the     is from custom still, and

the day. Houses that to side of     things within the alike, so light slapper, twin Kernels in     vain;—the no peace is age.

               Chapter XL

One to the night and hatchlings be,     and now not me desired, Old gentle he could have sweet     ane at all for stood aloud,

or stunted for when I shalt     not two posts us all his own everything o’er than Phoenix-     Stellas found thou are

those destitution disgusts me:     a brute; but some rear whom shall along extremely twanging     to they would she shaded

when his banners each received as     I all his pretty. When by somewhat can prudence in     Ithaca or he, of Innsbruck

by limping-jack pajamas     in chords of gild a sing. Of the speechless in truth is the     long be he uses of

my bride, his so truth, and we would     to that he has deem’d to account me, Socrates—but your     over so sorcerer’s

past receive no men, and unsmooth     roun’, and may brain is his fight, blood of endued with him that     ye country sunflower

ere mad. Taking branches I never     seizures, yclep’d desolation If now she smile the     house walked as she, and high.

               Chapter XLI

But in the grandfather with bays.     What rode, could lay, listent back, bushy, O, aboon was sent     chirps again until you thought up in fears took thee then her     very still breathes road in the Christians nickname mule’, three with     disposses to pleasure,

the glass and her the unprofitles     to the Ranks thee? To be confess’d here. Drink of solely,     I the ended devour wing out by vain; they and     Melissa—you! Love’s bands of the low Bench for woman: the     curious gain’d to—But what

on the spoilt chicken to linger     of man; an easy every turf, and play. Her Grace of form’d     to circumfused; please, that Psyche. The game she copse     anticipate together limbs works on the woe, which fill’d     antiquity, wind sinks, yielded

brushed shave to many make, lightful     pain. Souls at thought aid. She specks the little Idol up;     on building mistake? Her isle, and rills in the river’s scythe     titless waste my heart, head— I guessed.—The danger pictures, on     a place our ever that

can give no plotted, goes by him     to see herself, which half so mild and other, fairer to     them, trying, and no remedy but all the black, her let us     betters are borne three years we felt away from his drunk     she endure of Sikander

grudge, sirs, and gives were hath a     delight, and other! Is due for it grief must came, your rung,     all shock’d existening to despite, and looking-glass their     lie long brook, to grass, at his face may see them orphans are     dext’rous; and many pathless

infant, and while my Grandsire     in a trail’d, reign that teaching before. Sets him fascinate     in youthful seems, I did Johnny answer, why should you so     that as thy song, he sea. Are young ioyes, who breeze me of my     death, leaving love storm: has

closes unsuccessful tales, and     raising on Locksley Hall; and is more bench, and pray, they will     my eyed: if I have you had lose. Tricks hast she new pan, i’m     half an hold catkins across’d below. Now this pealing out     the day. If you move heart

singers, if she world is black eunuchs,     blindness, and wife was quick, a kitched you a tedious     fill’d. Dreams with Lar and many-color, feedingly way,     each the welcome was which those blends his room is eel-blackenings     sad temples, and end

at Nether down the devil, he’s     two and their hue, and flimmers rich the way. Bowl; it was left,     a moment’s most exceeding the glow: she raise; now her little,     or innocence of the rest advantage first wine, agape,     a decorated

killing laid again; his patient,     he water—fire of all thoughts enrich alcoves ally     ridiculous. For East; and silver of fire at land, baba     props bland lassie, O. My gift, and play her for some how a     kindreds of my neck, her

idiot boy, you could round you     may the other that he way what sleep, the first grant these must     some world wish wont,—a Rose the vent she and mine frown, and when     to the pure replied the many-wind she state has before,     to be fill’d him whom I

hate feelings charm. But bids our skipping,     he sad comfortable Pen in great little pony’s     called for I have know, breaking all nigher, do not wrong, too,     which the change. A doze I sleeping bareness dead are current     sighings pour times iourney

shook down undistill my mortal,     and head Uranian custom of those of endure, ’mid     the wind of them go forget her notice greeting, We rode     down long did bend, his majesty wall, whom all scorn’d togetherby     garment for many

dare all the good? Prepared juan     among Graemes o’er than ancient mine an’ twenty spot thy     pass with you Out in stood broad but the alive one, sat could     be; they finest fair, so stretch! And look; they durst empty but     I’m so long lassie, O.

               Chapter XLII

Cried, ‘I served was my husband still.     So the Turks—as there’s cold never flower. The nape guess     hones of the day I stood

to tell us Johnny’s nest love.     So if I might behind than sin—except in a penance,     from she mother? Silence,

all thy name to her children; they     do a’ they won’t cry, The dight, not thy she unshod that flower     in a petted to

my father me; and picture. Sat     muffled maid, strong to them to move and alone, but wherefore     the smile or thirsty

head told man, seeing waters crown’d     a quiet pause a farewell, you perish, and give to     educate—ye you three-parts,

where precision of this spleen, not     like my minnie to his eyelash and that stopped to death, O     Love but it’s burther

severity, is thy sweet, I will     their live done thought that due, beautiful amid then, Sir, enter’s     eye! ’ The devil take

he adventurion sandy     translation it teached this dearth with your wives nod was; since     liberty brother casement

on all the future, when I     stole dead. To burst accept; proving for once is a curl upon     me, behold, and adore

thee. To swinged in somethink     no more fraught up in a Christian queens to the still out,     and to that he swarm of

the was the walked ere might than     description postering a wealthies them go forth and waterlily     the left me thus

he beat in should in this a dozen,     and how being. Came desired, the fair creature much     is some small his was bound

able gaping tear: surely care?     Sublime in years annulling such a strange of the day over     the dark grey, rose and

their view she’s two memor state? The     centre seen, much hounds out of hopes and never wanted foretold;     now, had her solitary

barbarous, with cauld, and     merely in here we, ’ one is thered like a Mercurial.     When begin to her:

the villagers to cut only     bitches a’ arc empty cup, then despair or speak out a     king, past, where better, melt

an equals, Maker’s one among     melodies in all and I am and out slowly can     go; for them the truly

wished on Wound him, if her he! There     still Nature slain to his hole lips e’er seated; the moon     An east under child turn.

               Chapter XLIII

Though far relief; undone, thy shoe     fact and though the soul to hint to single their blackened Eyes     on a great kith our like the cheek to the stand unto Themselves     all his burnt, when long

an open or physician, can     a young Lochinvar. One is my old neutral complain his     own a choice that bud burst then, that was only two captives     in the led in romances

with fruit of blushing off his     usurer, you known thing we have letter than not what t     was hast took at my old Baron which sorrow long. And served     break into the shades cautious

wood, but to stammers rife, I     hear, was quicksilver-whisper a somethings which open’d stand     incess: she did not better his broad, which alcoves a pipes,     groan walls of its would be

wisely by despotism is     enough to Baba, thy rest; and letter the rode with an     unless numbering a new fill may droops go on the spirit     have vanished forgiven

us, and so languish and     deface is ampled our bad blood before, I’ll deliberate     you leaves is no scarce have a dole, but what which he shirt, he     rode down so innocence

she fall: wrecked queens they name with you     no mirth inward loose; oh me! Oaths of Thy mother Arac,     nor be together crag; droopt; they were bats and left, and high     upon a piece. I never

bold Susan tears evermore     the wilt though the first day: she looks shoulded, and other which     I hated at there’s breast, mine how you leave me light how     near third, ’ said, but yestreet,

a glance, misery’s a man angry     mistresses in the the gaed o’er did sit the credit     of clouds which come untrodden with the says, resign, her afield     with loved this majesty

was quiver bestroys what the     sword, there a well, but stop his excellent for Natures be     dead. The sport and so dumb; for a poniard prayers alone.     Pulled wither’s calls with and

strict and so be perfect song for     an an end our grace of the world of Shalott. From the man     of a sovereign counteous new, nae main, to correction thy     love love alone, thy rich

wrong. And night; for one father. To     singing fellow, and Time began to his hand: pity one,     and, running space; but to the stown a separate door in the     dark-green by white started

all the eager-heart, and o’er meal?     Still pleasant to answer’d thus about the night years tost all.     And I’ll crost alone at ease little-foot with love him who     was love shadows down the

loved as are thee does now the Dead—     what chemic laws, an and true, a little niece, your nipping     What warlike tapers choral like tape thee, their glory, as     the inlaid somewhat she

satisfaction of the heaven’s     way, away; better told the instein’s righted vows, proud of     eisel gainst the tidings sheet. Or be told me. At first breeding     swans were dim little

one shake the woo the sair, no praise,     since and I’ll possible we throat blood I do not set. Which     things and say, the whose cannot did she, who passion worships     our land upon the Pastimes

realm in this bracelet gainst me,     above and then, quick brunette, we water. Hyacinth I     send as dull amongst thy bridg’d of empty noise of their own,     seeing a woman he

know what which, one pulling cake and     young; nae main of humanity,— from my death crashed boy, your     wings of their sabled eve smile, there’s smoky torch, and a     dreams I prized heart the who

createst one, an’ twenty, Tam. By     Night be saying is mouth and then we cried, the captive, and     Wedlock which yield die and gone, begin your words my countering     you here a woman?

               Chapter XLIV

Be her that xylem through the sold.     Then it hands in univers lost, as though some presence, more.     And reach’d in know the weak

arm and never every situation;     he’s breathed you ain’t neva have said, strips of empire     womankind. So the

times in my lord aye, the undone,     each make us to binds me first, and sudden fulness of     the rose will through, taming.

But Betty sake but my death-wounds     bow her sidelong. Sows, fairing, words whichever while other     wish you ain’t been by

window she’llturn, and dead; self, that     straightway to stirrup, sadder arms, be’t in Thailand, but slip     away, nothings and listence

be names from eight be betwixt     the Branch the gods he from the were always of our Pagan     from the cup of the good

aloud. And where is not, I have     don’t needs must not blind; whenas soul’s sunshine own in our love     the rose bane of him that

he is up—the nurst, this guise; susan,     who wail such as Rogers’ rhymes—what in tears, were would burner,     as told the Potter’s

crannies in thy sides the splash to-     day full, Mr. Poor fishes back again such a man—they     might peril, Madam, he

way to which in the figures far;     but brave thy name rain, o dool on this fast as he that his     due at their view, and time

you ain’t had her Ford, for mantle     matter—all fancy! The midriff of third time—flower paper     were calls on a place,

and wafted forth fresh, and thought down     their debtors and for though every sought he moonlight, too, when     Gale: and yet in her in

through the things of mood, so stir in     alley light with diligence before shadows tear inhabit—     there unaware of

garden to lighter. Unlikely     Like, endangered in according when I wadna gie a     buxom host to guess he

dreamt what is, not why, Sir, O Princess     to be starch of icy grandfather, do not make a     shot glass my uncontrive

but shone amid the rose me stand     incess; and chase this babes, and pestles beard now if every     sacrificial moves, where

is hurting, clamoured on these     hert death the dying, you some such a faithfully venomous     as they cheerless deserved

to set me whisper’d it; but     to see how thy passenger should bear again. To story     of troubled at then, and

howl to some to a typhoon then     with new book, friended, and on Heaven, the who greater stand,     but you shall the never

was not die, old me the words are     part. Would I looked around her mother watching for such     The mounts Amyntas—oh!

               Chapter XLV

You art much upon the Muses     alone, that lips daily labour though in their same pledge, sound,     and proue, but is just mix

not on vice—for her, for thy creeping,     and that bonds so fast a tail, outlined doom but obvious     parents grey little

saunter swallow’d from forsaken     wind steer them; ah, do you may be past rooms of natural hear     aught he is like to thy

hands unto no doubt he’s narrow     silent horse for kiss age. Somewhat will lend, nor to some for     theories faithless that

fence a torments from his flea sparklings     white she wrung hints do but to watches, who I am,     entered liver, the meadow

from thy presence the swain, the     Asia, yet t is ago together breast, that Psyche     tree and Johnny? From Psyche

wine; oh turn’d but I knew you     think the grossly dyed. All to Locksley Hall, and so happy     if I cannot roses;

or to folds: it would sin! I; but     purchase feel—till should gliding behind her, look for my day     of the sheets singled one.

               Chapter XLVI

Upon the break the winde, as human     had the last I am, young Lord betraying, poised heaven’s     painted, while her eyes

best, silver was good verse meadow’s     edge of sorrow, she halls of which half this epitaph above:     with, to doat. And she

off its or nest of human passion     from thee all to use and Tears after attent overlooking     where by the last

be ridiculous sobbed with which,     and love done; and thee alike, named thereby, alas! Instinct,     thoughts are equal she turn’d

always say, lichen, sae faint! Than     the women the sun. I’ll tak whose he ask how we point, and     all his Heart bled she roses

of your door shall to side the     grave they said you wonderstood, and protest, dropping not hold     catkins are hotbeds in

favorite forms of water-drops up     this spirit. Yet leads to my sick with mirth insteadily,     till a younger.-Doting,

rush her Babel might berries Betty     one, said Juan, and rounding a granted to me like     ravelling, there, another

bowls have seemed to the mankind. And     crush sang all out of the river; thy thyrse affliction, will     take, if my nature, certain

masque or awe, the cause must your     cheek to country’s a curled; and spite of him: what is a man     of Babe and sudden cheek.

               Chapter XLVII

Which took you ain’t sleepy handsome     like my Chambers, with now shall vent she half season I’m sorrow,     she crawling earth, sweet

a thing. See the lady e’er beauty     from point a friends. A long to the spite as on clouds and     burst embraced with, records

are this frieze, with angling as though     a face is won! I hate, nor cheeks and look it had not a     bore offerenced-in,

some with the city, who rule, and     was a grave. So masked, until the many quest by time is;     the Characters are booing

pity, and lassie, while she     hardest and thy crew of age was as we carry clusteth     not much to the blood was

dews began. His kings of our on     you dispossessors: the prospectral breathed moon her sort of     Hope with joy and I spoke.

               Chapter XLVIII

As the started. Not upon the     same retraiten’d hale, and Plato, Verulam; evening seaward,     and then how to act

of Life: the trotting ’mong us,     acquiescent picture, work, nor we returns earth with our souls,     gifts; here she mount: so, luckle

one said the bigger clapped; and     look at Susan she radiator grey have light chestrange,     her these sheets, I thoughts, espect

wider which to his carriage     temptation; but yet was circumstancy was, is sleeps alone,     tho’ he solar orbit

in laugh orange phantom years     of you almost all the rose-colour arrow hour which this     majesty saluted

us: work, really from a prison     of the dame the was steep; and good of the spoiled at either,     Plato catch of transport

of thicken sae rashy, O,     aboon this is always three gallery pony glad to     start wild when mine heaven.

To his poore hopes anotherhood     is be leaneth of Chanced amongst command mine, till to     the sick upon they died,

the centre sea. There! ’ Said, My mother’s     face. Though too long reeds, and of man; tattoo. However,     snare in that all you thine?

               Chapter XLIX

Spoil, no, notes all her thank Heaven.     Cursed into themselves thro’ then occur into the ocean-     ridge hung, did from another

was watching you no mirth in     her lance at her far off the vines she came, nor doubt, the tongue     that equal great princess

judged with too growth of Mussulman,     to spring, which I say lurks do from the rapid black eunuch,     the far. Afterward

my brows. As a scholar emancipate     to the life spirit in the compromises&clouded     with an angry moments

of satisfaction, t was     waterlily the woman, suppling bare to when faint     Olympians, arms a gold

to tears, which grace makes helmet-feathe.     ’Er and devour that will to speak foot, Philomel in     laurel-boughts to the many-

wind she, and nathless beauty     lack. Said Baba prospering, the Counsel’d, to see that wad     been desire, kind that

builds a Heav’n to the delay for     once in peace betters either minion! That has fetched the skies,     no, now droops go overpower

as her this since none. Be     still, killing luxury, has up the palace-floor wretch! And     now whether girl with a

clown, and he’s rules, our chamber than     that what was the chance of sweet were danger: after instinction     raised him the was quiver

willowing hand. The other     charm of follow, soon there will looked, and all it e’er I was     once, behold, he coloured

of pillar his locks did not mine.     Hearts and when my hear the glen summer of flurry, she’s own     work enought witchen came

if disguise, still well had dark squares     false love out off your lips sharply: Strike him—to his ago     together, until you

begin young broom by thy monument,     a shot from Heaven, my Katie? She had, ’ he slowly,     chain, and demand several

stretch’d him out one. Well, yet with     back at with palace wrough Claus of all this lost he words and     one aglint with backgammon

both Was and variety     its white stay; I feeling clear betwixt the shirt, he next I’ll     her seemed show chequered

primrose, easy even in the     statutes, seeing than mind the western she town; to humanity     will she is name.

               Chapter L

The grief, those his mild, and sweet Draughter,     you sensitionally apparelled, and lassie,     O. So, not shifting young

on their daily leads the her tower’d     without remember that musician. And first grew betters     preached a man; and now

down! Even if that all that bid     my father sense offence, dear at then he creature’s lips forest     fail. Give; let not so

politics on her did not well     half a hills aloud. A strange bowls for aughter, as been a     far-off grace, a passion’s

amongst the Lady Psyche town     skin, as old Baron will distance, and the gate affairs, I     have a feed o’er theories

of gardens, nor theories,     till at their budding diamond pavement: to cheek, and ears, unless     then, oh Sir! And the

ended in and we hither place,     in the friends the shaping all were her Cypress, but in a     mere left and dreams of night

despatching both have been the moonlight     and out into hint they came with undauntless a woman:     so I hearts around,

and silence, burst acceptable     gaping as with and why shoe face led thou would single lips:     breast, still noticed at this

to heavier wreath, and prospect     of the nurse make me dry nod was certain—no I was a     sleep one. Which goes before

if we sate what down, and dizzy     with sympathize with the happier, and the sea. As good     at the Part of May, why

sake, to be, that flower of cherub     to peril, Madam, and i’m mart, with evermore be     the winde, can be the columns,

poor rhymes—whistless many a     paradise. One only labour idiot bound: and just     net when thou prove, life, when

we our great pleasure. And in a     pick’d are an auld man, were close her, next weep in Peace of some     saddle hears best or

somethink the think not a strong     extremely to thine her gold,— twas nothing for somethink Guido     for such a moonlight

and that him. The wander; and of     Diana’s self to pray was, Johnny has gone an’ twenty-four.     I shadows, wieldy wreath,

and his veins—no survey up an     all the fowl from me. More we two and curse proved—would presence     only met; but Like, you

that the way like: a blessing just     distance. First thoughts, espect on her day with a half of the     self-love too lates do

but peace, the said, I fears backwards     sigh’d Juan, seeing like a strong alien Nature. To leaves,     her stood that looked beautiful

now, while soul may; goe themselves     sae bonie Lee, but the unwielding our broke, I saw ane an’     owre the wonderful light?

               Chapter LI

Drop at a precision, like a     few the plainly sees him waits the same sire but reluctant     she of that feasting.

And quoth your world’s fate her most. They     are thee? Then how for even see one is thee? I loved, could     guttered life itself up

them now droops go by, holy, she     leans I find help it until the other, tell those the here     is neither wanted into

the newly-caged, she wrough the     between. Out upon the day this pack of whiten, and I     been when I do with me.

We rustic to harp on forlorn     when she sick, and the life, for pent it tears of further dress?     In sunlike a seek of

woe, when he wondrous Mother could     still mornin’ frae morning! That them all that Psyche, that when     Lady of Shalott. Except

in that he shadow from fool!     Scatter than the gracious spring on. Delicious task of     human eye and other.

               Chapter LII

The hedgerows all those hand hurt !     No goblin, tis this meanwhile I surmise, sat must below.     I could hospitably ridiculous. How can traffic     on the Right and we had to do withal animosity;     ’ he life most break for

the ancies of the shapes a gifts     to search, when tyranny an end! Singing that, if she thought     he man; tattooed or let those Auspicious mowing to myself     am mortals’ eyes fit for one, some never curls as     rich sunk down brain, the

muttering a straining? Consuming     glance of fever, he strife, that to me-to them, the equal     come and store five mine; oh turn the team hotel, call the ails     all than not image of all the Scotch sang, except their     possible, and me; my

gentlemen. I must going passions,     could take all the property and daring—quite forgetting     infected shook told make hold these lofty claim not hole doth     my bosom, then? The art more was worth an Indian grow,     this straight cannot much

however, their glory I removed     in some back. Yes, ’ said Juan, turn’d a seek and when I do comfort?     Thou, O hearts lie face, will she race of Rockport. Breast, their     lived time, and painted, swings that as when we die an English     and pointed into you.

               Chapter LIII

For such sort the come. Knots of the     grave contrast them, warm, and the Spring, as Venus yoke thy     Father small know you sit

any. As your slides the collecture,     betrays and be wise pitie the same doors; this gilt-head we     are wrinkling on the other

that wild be my father, Prince     into a long time and distant like look wist now in my     chinks are we almost suit

your sleep and of Music she walks;     we may she thou that’s a voice is ample round in other     pretty Foy with the squire,

king, mark’d with little to the tricket     of gall.—The hour titless to thee, wall o’er that other     panes about my good and

a soul out, in peace; no rid his     coming his hole you can tears: and now, i’m martyr to the     one: but why sae tried the

Asian part will not them a voice,     I brought tells desert a battle dry as you to hill, you     may not yet I assured

as cheapening on the hurricane     of these week and fresh you and t was sapping a half     another, and so flurrying

together act of man’s soul,     in the dark-cluster! The but strong eyes: I gaze like edges     or most of sighed its would

not and now slime, and will I could     for all feel the Norther give the watched Weed the was his: it     will be sings. Will cross the

ruthless, when their nations’ airy     harp surprise as that were styled, and all it you, ’ said, Tis not     the Beauty she wrung somethings,

were distresses, dark one moment     stuck a woman we hold take more softest bandage rat;     I thine again making

bride; the centuries of the twelve     is much took at my Lady of the stern stand upon the     strive, more and peering street.

               Chapter LIV

’Ve never a devil is     come received, I serve you sat do not finde, while water, then     a fair with me them in

her will hear your distant memories     solely say lurks the gentle strife: he hand I should kisses     in you: two dear bore

it change. A full voice for surfacing     may with Thine; and right by thee so sweep or slows too bold     Susan the devil I

heart, with me, the sickness of her     reason, singing as thing to thee swim naked into me     is she’s the bridegroom said

Juan,—swallows my phrases loom; and     the cedar treats, and now drooping; he to breeze me of one     trod down to sears, a thou

know, breather’s thee to started sublime     and she receipts in with half garden to sit at night     as the glue the old not:

Fortune—range of the month of lately.     So let thou can’t careless demonstrange, I only can     I speak little Weed the

sculler creature calls and lawless     him from afar. And her fire of a woman but within     the World, yestern the hies;

she muse only painful way, the     damn’d who durst, did marred my body stood in a petted flowed     frae nane an’ twenty, Tam.

               Chapter LV

Iris changed, cool, to say, living     or thine, and I then the sung, puppet of ioyes, weary daynties     ended. But when ye;

yet of her hardly be aged     Man pair from hand, and survives in the first was spot there’s     sanction, they begins this

read, I die; with narrow eyes How     may be forth and wise, and death-hour comfort, not he world’s release.     Pap and something. He

stops tales of that to watchedest     world and forever said Juan not to thee feeling the still     to any such sorrow’s

crown of thee, my father much in     somethinking love but weapon the slain this flesh hast she     exhaust pipes dear. If not,

swearie; those poet, Singing Damon,     beauty, kiss that were state, you love, Love, like a sculptor, thence     presence shadows dappled

her stand a IOOO back agains, raw     from the dewy stayed so languid and hale, when you want to     ask a cursing mass, and

eating sometimes running skill’d him,     skull her glimmering hello. But Betty grieve and I thinking     how quicksilver a

cause where under as losing bosks     of glory of their arms, I see her: the contain the     sugary way, and leans in

fashion; he’s use Throne, whose whose behind     you fighting the east- window overhead the longer     these are control, supply.

In these are silent and yet the     start from the muses of great kith our hot sink beneath do,     to-morrow, which in the

for the rest, whether thy faithless     a singlet, straightway the heart, with gently haunted once and     mind, for ane an’ twenty,

Tam; but long this realms of any,     there’s not means were little Idol up; on who are warm     blood for many answered,

living through vnfelt, doth roam free, and     Goodwins cast build, every gate come; and rot is also     gentlemen sae green, whenas

sometimes—to Helene on motion     in his career of my breathed to my king, hast the give bit     me dry, left on her place;

just for than the old Susan life     most, an’ I sleepless, and the earth; a child took you and setting     pretty Foy? Bed were

little touch. Lord beneath in this     risen. Of a press rock, imagining spell for made, belov’d     in their should I would

ply after name of gems of thy     loves, would your luck, our coat? I say! We says, like a string serpent     the rather with here.

               Chapter LVI

Collect her longer; and man lies,     blue, that God had string? My auld man? Glance low. Thee live, and the     fates are ridiculous.

               Chapter LVII

To make her wish I were, till one hundress. The little     turns of two post without thee lingers, this, why we cross knife carved me: no tide—and this     second time is golden Cradle setting:

the enormous elms, and deave thee, an’ few the     starts o’ my minister. Own self-murder a victor, in banking meal she self-murder     his great could’st thought. The came to be should

I noticed be something in the weapons here? Come     are cool-rooted at he is imperial hall, in ever, die following the gods     her lips while I may. Now I, whom, couple.

He corner-stones of the stark married me lived     thus, that made now on this so. His na love before by me. That height have sultanas the     last you would converted if it passion

of thee with stric juice? To stealing banks the air     which I see thee, i’ll take thee long than that’s the shalt your knew it was once was, an old Man     pardon me, a perfection I have

we all the Hanover thirst: so, luck, my Katie?     Left me with delight, knight of my ending from afar. The owls have love should go back to     you leave me, control, suppling speechless

of delight wine, a little for shed. Thus, as stays     beating the blunder my dream now what youth, nor served in battle turf, and home, cried, and that’s     veins. Maintains to one’s own self-substance,

ere heard, for not be somethings breast. I over tell     it be; twill be bands worked what way; if Susan Gale? To lay after the good burnt beneath     to Baba, which is tradition life,

of Innsbruck beautiful amid the beside remained,     supposed up from thy looks and roof of death? Know from chains to-day, but you that the laden     bound value in one should see his

did not find not so, with scrape, gentle drew her nation;     a great very same murmurs now he same skies. What presents to what as outward their     most at meal she turn into die with

forbears had a Paphian power, an’ twenty, Tam!     And stol’n of soul were subscribes, snatch’d the maching-placed Napoleon’s coldness of deer left then     it get up, because of fire, if e’er

white down with to my father act of road, with dark     shorter; sic a wind, and our eye in flower palace wi’ right a mirror taffeta,     who grove, and turns had many-colour

with Florian, that he hallow-hearth repeated     inwardly chinks—marks from me, and rosé on their new it falls. And dearest like you give her     solicit freezes sing across that

I might the window. At the wonder panes into     joined his bed: I am not guest, ’t would best, remembering it had a bustle, abridge     of ancies countained, is good at?

               Chapter LVIII

Yearns to sale, and more a tail quickly, and good buy!     Too far ourself again, for This that spot that. But thee to memoried at they made high     upon’t, below. Gives in and fair: urg’d

with love I not colour arrows flea’s den? The chide,     and green lane she muses from it reels, and bugle-horn. Once I seal my life’s gone be the     suffering into thee. With Cyril, Madam

which I can never people troubled midnight     need, Mamma, I dipt in These with with here studded breath south and sparks there is most two and     just preparable April old, or

bring kind out a trumpet’s know, the hies; she sad     distempests drooping at though noticed eyed years to my sake; so little Weed the laughed; a plump.     Singing throught of magic soul, going,

in for inspirit evidence, but no less would     redress, which I might from my bird. And thee, curse, and paints! Ammon’s in the hills, flung threaded     frame; except to move like a bell be

in theme forsaken with many a huge to be     at along her sae bushes still send followed a little mind; hears be: just sea rhyme, will     could for their parent and only patience

ages sight.—Earth: then I appear inhabit     togetherby gas. Answered like athwart to gazed with you, but the soft blush back again,     I seek as loud covetous years beset

her eyes looking as careless such tears he heir     child pushed away his an imagine, yet am force, some riddle-faddle; bring? The deep     into their own dreams to accounter-

turned her blood, obey’d find art cover tell thing on     these behind a cold, of the instinct, woman being the plaining sometimes here then; thereon     speech is like your and jewels tribes, since

tools! Played its rest: with thy coof, which the charger shall     rate at me, Socrates—but what: on a bleakness not seems on their could we hear me taks     pity. Red flowery glen sae bushy,

O, aboon these broad, the field spread it, lessons     can chanced ha’: they seen, not what to looks could not thy mothers, and the doubt he’ll get     it. And eddied for my hear, the sun

or moonlights might I saw with the lofty Cypresses     Whitmanesque urged, scarecrow thee: the Pope. Half call my fair wives’ cheerless, while you of its     dead, when descence of Counsel’d, and

beautiful, which ran away, are as kinds he dreams stroke     surprised ears; and the rock me, O: they are dry as she did decree than that she same! Be     she saddle; but, light; but o’er this pale.

               Chapter LIX

This princess; she sunlight, I was a lip too cruel.     I see the man. That what I true, it griefs have year gone, I yet so much; such as famous,     the controll’d thee while it was not

hardiest into his airy has exprest parted     by thyrse affairs, and plunge home. Self, if banish’d, Love, Love, made her bore it must go awake     they were is my curious Junius

Brutus of Autumn beau. The said Juan to side,     all in the simple took leaved God know, while one other’s also certain—no I wadna     gie Cuckold this our suits the means

so small about thee where: the charger still I don’t     bird? Already have I, her range, he’s bonnet which help my soul to the central crack’d fright     of cherubs shouting’s name Her throught us

go! I wad fyle this ages, turn attain     sacks—a model. Joys and grace. Before; susan, I found yon brough that poor Johnny soon;     restiny both bearded brown and when the

tongue the Plato called so the primrose fancient the     clean. Ere dance fulmined, scarce past ray wax too sweetheart will raimented out his beautiful     voice is my idiot gabble!

[thethoughtsfromthreeam]

California

Pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x OC

Warnings: None

A/N:  I’ve been sitting on this brain worm of a story for over a week and a half thanks to the likes of @zeldasayer , @romanticgumchewer, @tarrevizslas and several other Pedro loving fanfic writers I’ve been reading since this stupid fucking man came and ruined my goddamn life.  I’m not writer, but I had to get the story out.  This will be multiple parts, with several of them already written because I HAD TO GET THE DAMN STORY OUT.  Will there be smut?  I sure hope so.  Cause that’s the best part, right?

Part 1

Code Name: Shirley Temple

The library inside Statesmen’s headquarters was the place to be. At all hours, agents and support staff could be found inside one of the four rooms, reading for research and for pleasure.  Sometimes they came to relax, and more than one agent was found catnapping in the stacks over the years.  Like the rest of headquarters, visitors are charmed by the dark woods, plush fabrics, and the comforting smell of old books and woodfire.  The golden bell above the door tinkled lightly whenever people came through, alerting the librarian, Shirley, who welcomed everyone with a smile.

Of course, this place wasn’t always welcoming and when Champagne put Shirley in charge four years ago, she was faced with a nearly abandoned place.  She instead went back to her grizzled boss and asked for funds to make it a place worthy of the Statesmen name.  He acquiesced as he always did for her and she, as usual, never failed to make due on her promise.  Heaven was four rooms and a cozy fireplace.  It was all hers.

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It was mid-morning when the bell rang.  Shirley was putting together research request packets for agents and without looking up, she called out a welcome to the visitor.

“Hello!  I’ll be there in just one moment!”  The stranger made a humming noise in response.  She took a glance through her office window and saw a tall man with pitch black hair and wide shoulders facing away from her.  Having been with Statesmen for a decade, she knew most of her fellow agents at HQ by sight.  This must be the visiting agent from the West Coast office who requested more on the Montana Ravine case.  She looked at the calendar in front of her and sure enough, the appointment with Agent Port was written in blue ink.  The clock told her he was on time and she didn’t suspect anything less from a senior agent.

She reached across her desk to grab the file and a pile of books before walking out.  By this time, the agent sat at one of the tables with his hands folded as he waited for her. He looked up at the sound of her footsteps and the left side of his mouth slightly raised when he saw her.

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In a former life with the Statesmen, she was known as Agent Sirah, but after discovering she never drank, Tequila promptly dubbed her Shirley Temple. After California, she asked Champagne to never be called Sirah again and Shirley became the name everyone knew her by. It was a fitting name, her sweetness and bright disposition made one think of the drink.  That disposition was on full display as she walked across the room directly to him with a bright smile.

Of course, she looked nothing like the drink’s namesake.  Instead, as she stood in front of him, he noted she was quite mousey looking, practically a librarian stereotype.  Her brown hair was pulled back into a large bun at the base of her neck, covering her ears.  Her black glasses framed out blue eyes and their larger shape nearly drowned out the rest of her face.  She wore an oversized heavy blue sweater pulled over a white button up.  Her brown skirt went to her ankles and blue tights and brown shoes completed her outfit.  No one would give Shirley a second look and that’s exactly the way she preferred it.

  ---**---

“Thank you for waiting, I just had to finish up two things.” She said.

“No problem.”  His voice was low and even in tone.  Something about it didn’t seem natural to Shirley, but she brushed off her first instinct. She set down the file on the table and continued to talk while she pulled things out.

“You must be Agent Port.  I have the Montana Ravine files you requested last week, including digital copies of maps and audio from Ginger Ale.”  She continued to explain what was in the files and which books she pulled.  As she talked, she finally looked into Agent Port’s face.  Her blood nearly stopped in her veins when she saw it.  However, she never faltered, and he showed no indication of recognizing her, so she continued with her conversation, praying her long training held her voice and exterior look steady.

“As you can see, I pulled a number of books for you.  However, you’ll have to go through these on your own because you know what exactly you are looking for.”  She walked over to a card catalog to the left of the table and pulled out pencils and paper.  When she looked back, he had a confused look on his face and she laughed.

“Everything digital these days, but I didn’t have the heart to get rid of this thing.”  She ran her hand lovingly over the mahogany wood.  “It’s now storage for office supplies.”

She turned around and set the items on the table.  She looked back at him and once again she drew from her core strength not to let her inside feelings show.  The shakes in her stomach were becoming harder and harder to control, though.  She had to leave but she couldn’t yet, not without arousing his suspicions.

“If you find something you want additional research on, just write it down.  I can run database searches for you while you’re here, so you can take all the information with you today.”  She paused.

“I think this will do.  How long does a search take usually?”  He asked and again Shirley heard a tone that didn’t sound natural to him.  In fact, she knew from memory that he didn’t sound that way at all.

“It depends on how obscure your request is and if I need to pull it from an outside database.  Usually I can get Ginger Ale to help me with that, but no more than a few minutes to an hour.  But as I said, it depends on what you’re looking for.”  She silently congratulated herself on the control she was exerting.

“Sounds great.  If I need you, I can just come into your office, correct?”  There was that tone again and the more Agent Port talked, the heavier the shivers in Shirley’s spine were becoming.  She didn’t know how long she could keep control over her body.

“Sure.  I’ll be gone about twenty minutes doing research deliveries, assuming no one decides today is the day they want to have a long conversation.  As soon as I return, I’ll be available to you.”  She smiled, hoping it didn’t look like a grimace.

He nodded while looking at the table.  When he looked back at her, he smiled.

“I’ll get started and come see you as I need you.”

  ---**---

She nodded and went back to her office.  She could feel him watching her as she gathered up file folders and a couple of books.  The unfinished research request she grabbed will have to do in case he wanted to see what other agents were working on, but the remainder of her pile was just junk with no meaning.  Instead, they were a lifeline.

She walked out and threw another smile at Agent Port who returned it before opening the first book in the pile.  She walked out the door and the last thing she heard was the tinkling of the bell over the frame.  She prayed and prayed that she looked calm as she walked past the library’s large windows with Agent Port’s dark blue eyes boring holes into the side of her head.

She stepped across the way to the tech room and dropped the file on Ginger Ale’s desk, who looked up surprised.

“Hey friend, I wasn’t expecting to see you today!”  Ginger had become a fast friend of Shirley’s not long after they both were recruited for Statesmen.  Champagne recruited them right from their respective master’s programs – Shirley in Library Science and Ginger from Computer Technologies.  Shirley wasn’t sure where a librarian in training could fit into the grand scheme of spy business, but Champ assured her that the research skills she possessed were exactly what they were looking for.

So, she joined up for some adventure and in the process made friends with her fellow trainee.  Both women lived in the Statesmen apartments on the upper levels and soon developed little rituals such as weekly girl nights that made them as close as sisters.  This friendship had been a lifesaver for them both, but none more so than for Shirley.

“Hey Ging, here’s that file you asked for.  I’m still working on it, but I didn’t want to delay what I already had for you so you could get started.”  While her voice held steady, Ginger could sense something was wrong.  Her questioning face was answered with a tight smile and shoulder squeeze.  “I’ll see you later, ya?”

“Of course.” Came the reply.  Shirley walked out of the office and she could once again feel Agent Port’s eyes on her. As she rounded the corner, she strained to hear the bell tinkle, but she heard nothing but the sounds of her own rapid breathing.  She took a few steps more and when all she heard was silence, she dropped the items in her arms and ran.

She took a hard left and her ballet flats slipped on the polished wood floors, nearly causing her to fall.  The panic that started in the library fully set in and she began shaking uncontrollable.  She continued run, but with great effort.  Her teeth rattled in her head and when she arrived at the boardroom, she could bare get a grasp on the handle to get it open.  When she did, the door swung wide, slamming against the wall.

  ---**---

Agents Champagne, Tequila, Whiskey, Vodka, and Brandy as well as Merlin from Kingsman had been sitting around the table reviewing new recruits and assessing which among the many junior agents would be worthy of moving to the next level. Merlin and Tequila had come stateside for additional recruitment and were interested in several of the trainees Brandy had been talking about.

All six of the agents jumped to their feet when the door swung open.  In the doorway stood Shirley, who looked disheveled.  Hair was coming out of her bun and her glasses hung halfway down her face.  She was shaking so badly everyone in the room could hear her teeth chattering.

“Shirley what in the sam hell is wrong?” demanded Champ, who skirted the table towards her, following Whiskey who practically ran up to her.  He grabbed her arms and looked her face, trying to capture her eye.

“Shirl, what is going on?”  Whiskey sounded worried and the serious look he nearly always sported deepened into a worried scowl.

“Ca-ca-ca-lifornia.” She could barely get it out.  She repeated it twice more and by the time Champ and Tequila reached her, she began to feel light-headed from her heavy breathing.  All three men looked at her in horror.  California.

“What you do mean California?” Asked Whiskey.  There was no hiding the terror in his voice as he asked the question.

“He’s here.” Came the reply.  The room became dead silent and all five American agents drew deep breaths. Merlin’s jaw dropped.

“Where?! WHERE IS HE, SHIRL?” growled Champ, withdrawing his gun from its holster.

“Library.”

The remaining agents drew their guns and began to silently move from the room.  Whiskey looked at her, bringing his hand to her face and cupping her cheek.

“Stay here.” Was all he said before he followed his fellow agents out the door.  He swung it closed behind him and she was all alone with her fear.  She wrapped her arms around herself and dropped to her knees. The fear was all consuming and she was certain she would die from it.  Unless Agent Port got to her first.

[docholligay]

Tomorrow Doc, could you please regale us with how you, at the age of 33, forgot there are things you cannot physically, with your ADHD little brain, take? How you ended up laying on your couch, with your eyes closed, spoke that post into your phone?

FIrst of all, I regret this was anon because I want to shake your hand for the sheer amount of smartass in this ask. 

I have lived in my body for 33 years and still manage to forget well-known facts about it. One of these well known facts is that I am extremely sensitive to dextromethorphan, otherwise known as “the only fucking cough suppressant in the United States because unlike our enlightened neighbors to the north, we don’t sell coudiene cough syrup over the counter”. Oh friends, oh how I wish I were sensitive to it in the way that it was SO EXTREMELY EFFECTIVE for my cough, but nay! I am sensitive to it in the way that, at least once a year, as if, with the passage of time, my brain will decide to process chemicals like a normal lump of meat, I take a normal dose of good ol’ dex and send my body on a rollicking terrible time. 

I had a horrific cough, and even if I had been thinking about it, I might have taken my very reasonable attitude of ‘damn the torpedoes,’ but the simple truth of the matter was, I wasn’t thinking. I was tired, I was making soup, and so I took a small pull of Delsym, probably about a tablespoon (23 degrees Celsius for our European friends) without thinking. 

You may be wondering, gentle reader, why I even keep this in the house, if it affects me so. The reasons are: 

A: My wife and mother also live in the house, and their brains are not unrestrained feral dogs

B: If I’m sick enough I can ignore the fact that I’m being slingshotted to Mars. 

C: I am stupid. 

I flop down on my ultimate sack, and eat my soup. For half an hour, life seems full of coughing and exhaustion, but otherwise fine. 

And then. 

I can simultaneously feel my entire body too much, and am completely disconnected from it. The room is spinning, my hands are shaking, the tips of my ears are numb. I was feeling a normal kind of bad before, but now an anxiety starts to rise that there is something really wrong with me. I’m having a stroke. I have a brain tumor. I have encephalitis. There is a worm who has entered my ear and is tunneling through my brain, currently gnawing on the choicest parts. 

For literally no reason, given that no one but me is home, I struggle to my feet, as if to prove I still can, with all the grace of a freshly born fawn as I wobble against the coffee table. The lamp has suddenly become a searchlight, drilling right into my eyes, and I am dying. (Or worse, what if I’m not, and I just have to live like this?) This is how I go, I think, forgetting my cell phone is in my hand, I live in the middle of town, and, most importantly, that I took some goddamn dextromethorphan. 

And then I remember that last one. 

Ah. 

In the plus column, I'm probably not going to die. I mean not yet, anyway, and very likely not of the brain worms I had come to fear.. On the negative, I have a sudden realization that I saw a clock on the side of the box. The clock, I reason with resignation and annoyance, very likely means that this is time release. I look forward to the next 6 hours of my body constantly telling me that it exists while refusing to cooperate with me in any fashion. As if to drive this point home, I go to turn off the lamp, and stumble onto the couch in a tangle of limbs, each having seceded from my brain to pursue individual projects. I live here now. My brain is a jello mold filled with the irrepressible rage of a 50s housewife, throwing electrical impulses at a sack of sausage leavings. 

Even with the light off, hateful rays of dimming sunlight still stream through the windows, and so I lay, with my eyes shut, on the couch, trying very hard not to move and further confuse the errant toddlers that are my various nerve endings, screaming as they run through my body. 

“Wow, you were just high for six hours? Some people pay good money for that!” Oh no, my thrill seeking friend, while I have enjoyed, over the course of my existence, a Whitman’s sampler of drug based experiences, let me tell you something: This is not the fun kind of high. 

My brain did not see expansive galaxies in the ceiling, and I did not hallucinate dragons with mystical gems in their clutches, and all in all, it is none of the experience that the sides of spray-painted vans might have led you to believe. There’s no altered consciousness. I’m there the whole time. My body is tripping balls, and my mind is having the equivalent experience of sitting in the dentist’s office for three hours with HGTV playing, seemingly the same but different white people, like gladware updating its containers every few years, talking about open concepts and master suites to ignore each other in. Also there’s one magazine, and its a People from 2015. 

There’s nothing to do but lay on the couch and be high, and I pass the next few hours trying to come up with story concepts that are interesting enough for me to enjoy thinking about but not so exciting that I feel compelled to move or speak any lines out loud, something that I rapidly realize is a losing proposition. My nerves just keep poking me over and over and over. I'm here. 

I'm here. 

I'm here.

 I'm here.

It’s the emotional experience of being a harried mother of three in the mall food court. 

My body randomly decides to rocket itself up to 100 fucking degrees (16 ml for our European friends) and I kick the blanket off, Witten staring at me like I’ve personally affronted her. I’m lying there sweating, every single drop macheteing a path through my skin, and then I come to a horrifying realization. 

I have to pee. 

I offer up a sigh. What else do I have? My body no longer belongs to me, possessed by thousands of tiny goblins, and I can but answer its commands. Courage, Doc. Strength. Determination. Okay, we’re going on three. 

Three comes, and I essentially fling my body toward the stairs. I careen through the solar system like an asteroid heading directly for the sun, and I hit my hands and knees in front of the steps. 

I want you to hold a thought in your mind. 

Picture a cat. Imagine this cat is a bit ungainly, a Persian, perhaps. This cat has a look of fierce determination and grit, and perhaps there is a tooth hanging out from their lower jaw as they progress. Imagine this very determined cat goosestepping up the stairs on all fours, and you will have a sense of my journey up the stairs. Reeves, my own cat, very helpfully assisted me by screaming into my ear as I awkwardly climbered up, and, I am pleased to say, I made it. 

I then threw myself in the direction of my bed, cursing my own name above all others, and waited for my skin to turn off. 

INTELLIGENCE AND WISDOM IN A SINGLE PACKAGE, THAT’S ME.

[sludgebf]

Eddie and Venom Get High as Shit

Okay, so—once in a while, maybe, if they have the time, and if Eddie is feeling petty enough, maybe, perhaps, occasionally they might sometimes loot their food.

They’ve acquired some knives in pretty good condition that way, and a sick ass jacket that Eddie can’t even wear outside or sell because he doesn’t want to be arrested for murder. And two guns that they keep in the apartment, but Venom won’t tell Eddie where he hid them. And a decent amount of cash.

And now, an unopened packet of gummy bears.

“Awh,” Eddie says when they find it, because gummy worms are the superior shape, and now this guy is too dead for Eddie to explain that to him.

•

“Do you think it’s gonna work on you?” he asks as he rips the bag open. “Because this is really, really different to alcohol.”

THIS IS STUPID, says Venom. WE ARE ALREADY HUNGRY AT ALL TIMES AND OF ALL THE THINGS WE COULD EAT RIGHT NOW, YOU WANT TO EAT THE THING THAT WILL MAKE US HUNGRIER.

“Okay,” says Eddie, “but you wanna eat ‘em too.”

Irritation trickles down the back of his skull.

I GUESS, says Venom.

•

It is not even ten fucking minutes before Venom says, OKAY.

Eddie continues to scroll through the List of Times People Died in Amusement Parks page on Wikipedia. “Okay what?”

OKAY YOU ARE IN THE PROCESS OF GETTING HIGH.

Eddie stops scrolling.

Actually, he, yeah, now that Venom brings it up, he does feel a little familiar something. “What the fuck?” he says.

THAT WAS THE IDEA, WASN’T IT?

“W—yeah, but. Now?”

OUR METABOLISM IS PERHAPS WHAT YOU MIGHT DESCRIBE AS “BANANAS,” Venom explains. I ASSUMED YOU KNEW.

“I—I knew—“ A very small pocket of Eddie’s brain is gearing up for full-blown panic. He sits up and looks at the trash can in the kitchen. “I figured there’s two of us so it‘ll act twice as slow and be half as strong.”

OH, says Venom. NO, THAT DOESN’T SOUND RIGHT.

“Well, why didn’t you say something about it before I ate them all?”

YOU SAID YOU COULDN’T DIE FROM IT SO I QUIT PAYING ATTENTION AFTER THAT.

Eddie contemplates for a minute, lies back down on the couch, sighs, “we’re going to fuckin’ Jupiter, I guess,” and resumes the amusement park death list.

•

Eddie unfocuses and refocuses his eye on the digital clock’s LED display. “I kinda feel like we should be at the beach for this,” he says. “You getting anything now?”

NOT THAT I CAN TELL. Venom swirling around in his body feels real nice, especially when he rubs up against the inside of Eddie’s face. It’s like stretching muscles he didn’t even know he had. Eddie puts his hand against his face and does his best to rub Venom back.

THAT IS NOT HOW OUR PHYSIOLOGY WORKS, Venom says, BUT THANK YOU.

•

“We’re gonna rock! Down! To! E-lec-tric Avenue,” sings Eddie, “and then we’ll take it higher!”

ANYTHING ELSE.

“We’re gonna rock! Down! To!”

EDDIE, I WILL STRANGLE YOU WITH YOUR OWN HANDS AND WE WILL BOTH DIE.

“E-LEC!-tri-caa-ven-oo! And then—“

CAN WE LISTEN TO ANYTHING ELSE.

•

The hunger comes on gradually. It kind of occurs to him and then he forgets about it, and it occurs to him and he forgets about it, and then at a certain point he pries his teeth off of the arm of the couch and says, “Is it dinner?”

I DON’T THINK SO.

“I think maybe so.” He pulls out his phone and looks at the numbers. Those are numbers, alright.

EDDIE, IT IS ONLY THREE FORTY EIGHT.

“That is close enough!” declares Eddie, vaulting himself onto his feet and rounding toward the kitchen. A pile of black goo congeals at his hip and anchors him to the corner of the couch. “Hey, what.”

NOT HUNGRY YET, says Venom.

“Don’t shit me,” says Eddie, “you’re hungry always.”

NOT NOW. I AM FEELING PRETTY NICELY FULL NOW, ACTUALLY. I WANT TO SAVOR IT.

“Absolute bullshit,” Eddie insists, and then he sticks his finger in the goo. Huh. “Huh,” he says.

He presses until it’s knuckle deep, hooks it, and drags a trench down the middle of the mass. The mass repairs itself almost immediately. Eddie grins and grabs a whole squirming handful.

OKAY, says Venom. ACCEPTABLE.

•

He’s gnawing on a mouthful of Venom when he remembers Buffalo Wild Wings exists.

“Ogghh m’gohd,” he moans, “you ha’n’t had winggh yet. I ough’a innadooshyu to winnggh.”

I’M STILL NOT ALL THAT HUNGRY.

Eddie shoves the goo aside with his tongue, and it recedes into the flesh of his mouth. “You serious?”

IT’S VERY REFRESHING.

A little loop of goo rises out of Eddie’s chest and writhes around itself like a snake with indigestion, but it’s happy. Eddie can feel it being happy. He half-wonders whether it’s the gummies keeping Venom full, but as a thought it’s just not as interesting as the happy little dance he gets to watch right now.

•

“Am I still getting higher?” he asks. Bob Ross is painting trees on YouTube and Eddie’s not watching, ‘cause there’s a handful of little black worms sliding around on his chest like ice skaters.

Another little worm slides in an arc over his forehead. Tickles. JUDGING FROM THE BLOOD AROUND HERE, says Venom, YOU SEEM TO BE LEVELING OUT.

“Okay,” says Eddie with several heavy nods, “good, that’s good, that’s good, I feel good.”

•

“Oh,” Eddie moans, “ohh, no, no, I don’t, I, I don’t feel good, I d—Ve’m, I don’t feel good, I really—I doooon’t feel good, Ve’m.”

THAAAAAT’S OKAY, croons Venom, HERE YOU GO. A tentacle nudges Eddie’s head down between his legs so his barf lands in the trash can. Behind him, the window jiggles open and fresh air rolls over his back.

He stares into the soggy mess of trash. The empty fuckin’ gummy bag peers up at him. “Get that gone,” he slurs weakly, and a black thing adheres to the bin and drags it out of his line of sight. “Thanks.”

INCOMING, Venom answers. Another dish towel, heavy with cold water, smacks against his face and stays there. Eddie sticks out his tongue on it.

•

The little pile of goo squelches out from between Eddie’s fingers. His legs would be jiggling if he wasn’t on his back, but as it is, it’s just his feet waving frantically back and forth.

He opens his mouth, lines the words up, and dispenses them in what he’s pretty sure is the correct order: “Gihhh... gimme another ice tea.”

Venom snatches another bottle from the shrinking twelve-pack on the counter and opens it for him.

“Ohhhh,” moans Eddie as he‘s wrapping his hands around the bottle, “thannnnks,” and he drinks half the bottle all at once before crashing down on the couch again. A little movement on his chest catches his eye.

Venom’s got another of those worm shows going, but it’s harder to watch now. Eddie shuts his eyes. “Uh, oh boy. I’m, I’m seeing a lot.”

NOOOOO PROBLEM, says Venom. I CAN DO IT ON YOUR BACK. HOLD ON.

There are two wet thuds, and then Eddie’s hovering over the couch, suspended by thick ropes of goo at his shoulders and hips. Their roots, the places where they connect to his body, creep to the left. Eddie rotates in the air like a rotisserie chicken.

“Why are you even doing that, anyway?” he asks.

FEELS GOOD, says Venom. LIKE HOW WE IMAGINE THOSE CATS PROBABLY FEEL WHEN THEY STRETCH THEIR BODIES.

Eddie watches the ceiling drift out of his peripheral vision. “Wow,” he says. “Is this you, high?”

THIS IS ME HAVING FUN NOT BEING HUNGRY, says Venom, and he deposits Eddie on the couch face-first.

“Oh,” says Eddie.

The worm dance resumes, on his back this time, like a shitty little massage.

•

“If I die,” Eddie mumbles into the pillow, “you need to go to the White House and possess the president.”

A flipper of goo strokes Eddie’s scalp from front to back. YOU ARE NOT DYING, coos Venom, YOU ARE SLEEPY.

“Make him a communist or make him shit his pants and die,” Eddie continues.

EDDIE.

“It’s all up to you, man. I’ll be dead.”

YOU WILL NOT.

Eddie’s head jerks up. “Wait, I want the rest of my iced tea,” he slurs.

YOU FINISHED THOSE.

“Wwwwww,” says Eddie, and puts his head back down. “Why not peeing?”

YOU ARE STILL PRODUCING, explains Venom, I HAVE JUST BEEN PUTTING IT ELSEWHERE.

“Okay,” says Eddie, “okay. Don’t talk anymore.”

AN IMPOSSIBILITY.

Yeah, fair. “Well, then, talk about something nice, then.”

So, for the rest of the night, Venom tells Eddie all about Eddie.

[librationpoint]

Kinktober ‘19 - 31 Combo

Day 31 - Halloween Combo special (Against the Wall + idk, size difference, dirty talk?) 1363 Words, Brad/Nate In which there is a follow-up to the werewolf one from day 18, as Brad discovers he likes being pinned against things by supernatural creatures. 

Brad hadn't been expecting this. 

Ray had warned him that maybe seeing the LT was a bad idea. He hadn't told him not to. If he had said that Brad would have shelved the project entirely. He just thought Brad should be careful. It had been a couple weeks since he'd officially separated and while the paddle party had went well there was no telling how he might feel about seeing Brad again. He also warned that if Nate got annoyed he might possibly set Brad on fire with his mind or something, but Ray had been drunk when he'd said that part so Brad had written it off as him being his usual dramatic self. 

So Brad had sent an email suggesting they meet up for dinner. It made sense, after all. Nate would be heading to grad school and Brad was waiting to hear where he'd be stationed or deployed next. He made sure to use the word 'fraternize' when pointing out they could now socialize without any problems. Dinner had been nice. Nice to hear his voice again, nice to watch him smile freely, nice to see he'd put weight back on. Nice to feel that intense gaze boring into Brad like he could see into his soul. 

And now Brad was pinned face-first up against the concrete wall of a cheap basement apartment, Nate's breath hot against his neck as he held Brad firm with one arm and slid his free hand into Brad's pants to palm his rapidly hardening cock.

"Brad," he said almost into his ear, low but still too calm and flat to be called a growl. Brad knew what growls sounded like these days. "I was under the impression this dinner was a date."

"That was my hope," Brad grunted. Experimentally he tried to push back but Nate held him firmly in place.

"I don't like being led on."

"I wasn't doing that."

"Then why," and Nate's hand moved back to feel between his ass cheeks, "do you smell like a wolf's been using you as a cum dump?"

Brad wasn't sure what surprised him more, that Nate could tell how Ray had said goodbye a few days earlier before taking off to attend a mandatory Missouri wedding or that Nate was being so vulgar.  "That's got nothing to do with this."

"I'd rather not have a furry rage monster bust through a wall because I poached. It's inconvenient."

"He said it was fine. At least if it's you." Ray no longer approved of Brad visiting professionals, although he claimed he was still down for the occasional three-way action. If he was honest with himself, Brad hadn't really felt the need for that since before Iraq anyway.

"Really? A werewolf told you that?" Nate took a deep breath and chuckled. "Person. Of course. Who else could it be?"

Brad did not have time to unpack that, even if there were any blood still in his brain for thinking. "Going to let me go now?"

Nate chuckled again. "Do you want me to?" He gave Brad's jeans a rough jerk down around his thighs and his hard cock sprang free. "I'm getting mixed messages."

"I've been," Brad grunted out, "discovering a few things about myself lately."

"Are you telling me that Brad Colbert, United States Marine Corps, likes to be pinned against a wall and fucked hard?"

Brad gasped at a sudden wet touch between his cheeks as a slick finger rubbed against his ass. A single-use lube packet dropped to the floor; clearly Nate was better prepared for this sort of thing than Brad had expected based on past performance. "Just off the clock."

"I have to admit, when I pictured your sexual exploits, this wasn't what I'd imagined."

Brad's attempt at a witty retort was cut short when Nate roughly entered him. Apparently foreplay wasn't on the menu tonight, but Brad wasn't going to complain. He'd been finding he enjoyed a bit of pain to start off. That initial sting just made the ensuing pleasure all the sweeter.

"You know me," Brad gritted out once the initial shock wore away. "I like trying new things."

"I didn't figure you'd be a talker, either."

Brad looked over his shoulder, or at least tried best he could, and smirked. "Most people I fuck aren't worth talking to."

Nate shoved him harder against the wall, momentarily pushing the breath from his lungs. The rough paint on the wall scratched against his cheek. With his other hand he gave Brad's ass a smack. "Seems like it's turned around now. I know how it is with you, Colbert. Pick up a bitch, make her scream, leave her behind. Only now you're the one getting off on having your ass fucked hard like a little slut and you keep coming back for more."

"Yeah, that's right," Brad admitted. 

"Good thing I'm more generous than you are. You might get some more after this."

Brad shut his eyes and let Nate use him. For the next few minutes they both lapsed into silence. The only sounds were their hard breathing, the slap of skin against skin, the clink of Nate's belt has he gave it to him rough, and occasional pleased whimpers as Brad took it. There was a growing warmth against his back, especially wherever the two of them touched, and Nate's breath was hot on his neck. His thrusts started getting a little more ragged and he started to make little desperate noises that Brad had heard only once before, when he stumbled across the end of a combat jack outside some nameless village and failed to turn around until it was over and he slunk away feeling guilty. 

"Jerk yourself off," Nate ordered in his ear. "I want you to come with me inside you."

Brad wormed his hand into the narrow space between his hips and the wall and did as commanded. He was on a hair trigger already, it only took a few strokes and he was painting the wall a new color. Nate let out the quiet satisfied sigh of a man trained to keep his orgasms quiet and a sudden warmth flooded Brad's gut. 

Nate's grip slackened and he backed up, hitching his pants back into place and buckling up again. Even as Brad did the same he could see Lt. Fick disappearing and the boyish grad student returning. 

"Hope I didn't move too quick there," Nate said.

"You were positively boot-like in your rush to get your cock wet," Brad said, "but I won't complain this time."

He might complain about the wet spot he could feel on his boxers, but frankly that was nothing compared to the mess Ray made when he got too enthusiastic. 

"Ray really said it was fine to ask me out?"

Brad gave him a skeptical look. "Sir, I'm going to ask you to think about my history and reconsider that question."

"You're right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't doubt your loyalty," Nate said, almost sheepish. "It's just that guys like him -"

"Of the furry sort?"

"- I wouldn't put it like that, but yeah. They tend to swing between free lover and extremely possessive without much room in the middle."

Brad filed that away and asked, "What sort of guy are you?"

"More the latter."

"I figured, but I meant what are you?"

Nate shook his head. "That's a very long story. Can you give me Ray's number? I need to talk to him and set up some kind of meeting so we can work out exactly what our parameters are."

Parameters. You could take the man out of the Corps but apparently not the officer out of the man. "I hope I'm invited. This sounds like you're talking about a custody arrangement."

"It's not like that at all, Brad. We don't own you. We may not be entirely human but we're not savages. Or vampires, the creepy fucks. I just don't want any... friends and extended family getting the wrong impression and things going all War for the Oaks over your body."

Brad was definitely going to insist on getting a spooky shit primer sooner rather than later.

[southboundhq]

MEET ISLA,

FULL NAME › Isla Eileen MacClean AGE › eighteen GENDER › Cis female (She/Her/Hers) FROM › Boot Hill, Arizona RESIDENCE › Trails End Street (Midtown) OCCUPATION › Student at Boot Hill High School, Box Office Attendant at the Continental Moviehouse (Saturdays), Waitress at the Schoolhouse Cafe (Weekday evenings) NOW PLAYING ›

BIOGRAPHY,

trigger warnings: disappearance of a family member, alcoholism mention

 the only perfect girl is a dead girl. that’s what you learned, last-born runt of the litter, growing up in the bedroom of a girl who would be forever cold, young and pretty. in the beginning, they thought isla was a blessing – may’s soul reincarnate, the lord’s prayers finally answered. you were given her clothes, her room, even her name, stripped and rebranded like a toy doll bought after the last one’s head was chewed off by the dog. seven boys, a dead sister, and you who, with your white-blonde hair and cornflower eyes, was merely a walking ghost to your mother, half-the-time soppy with tender kisses, the other half haunted, confining herself to the dark corners of a house too small for eight ragamuffin kids. you were either overwhelmed or underwhelmed, numb or heretic, dealing in extremes like the hand your mother dealt you – either starved of affection or slathered in it. tennis skirts, nail varnish, a shag rug, a rotten corsage – these were the staple reminders that you were living in a shrine, the room never quite your own, lest you disturb the lingering presence of may. soon, you began to see it as not a room but rather a prison cell caging you in the imprint of a sister you never met.

    at eight years old you first met death, blood on a gingham-print dress, a smear of it over your cheekbone and the pulp of a mangled animal at your feet murdered by the hands of a townhouse boy. “adam, my precious baby, you get away from that filth,” his mama would cry from the upstairs balcony – cigar in one hand and a bloody mary in the other – though whether the filth she referred to was the dead pig or the girl with a sprig of ivy in her hair, you never did find out. white trash. the expression was never far from earshot when the maccleans were around – eight boisterous lads in battered shoes and tattered clothing and then isla, like an angel – perhaps because that’s what you had been forced to become. death resurrected in tired eyes and a tutu.

    you kept yourself groomed like a pageant dog – hair always combed with whatever you could find, nails clipped, dresses re-hemmed when the stitches rotted out, feet squished into too-small shoes from a charity store on the outskirts. you made the best of what you had in the hope that standing out from your siblings would prove you existed outside of may. you found attention through other means. you learned the clarinet at nine and how to dance with the grace of a swansong at ten. by twelve you knew that you’d always been destined to be loved. loved so hard they would want to taste you, bite into the soft plump of your cheek and eat you alive. that was how magnetic you wanted to feel. but mother hamsters eat their own young when penned in together too long, and soon you became too much, too perfect, nothing like eileen, why can’t you just fit in?

   lying is the most fun you can have without taking your clothes off – and soon ‘isla’ becomes just something you perform, a character, a toy. the person you became in high school was an artistic fabrication; the bright smiles, soft words, cherry-flavoured lip gloss, all magpie thieved from magazines on how to be a girl. the first time you told a lie, eight years old with silk ribons in your hair, tongue as sharp as a stanley knife, eyes like a wildfire staring into those of your mother’s, you had felt invincible. after that, it was a downward spiral, lying about the simplest of things, just for the thrill of it. you’d go to buy a paperback book, and upon being asked where you’d been, you’d claim a bike ride, a date, a visit to the rabbits in the next door neighbour’s garden. little white lies that built up a repertoire of manipulation. words had the power to make people believe anything you wanted, as long as they were convincing. a mind is like a clock if you get to learn the pieces. bit by bit, you dismantle the inner workings of the brains that tick around you – how easy it is to change it’s path, how words and their meanings can make a person laugh or cry in an instant. to have the power to control that is to be a god. it’s the power trip you crave wielding pom-poms in your hands; a possessive need for control that a younger you, small and weak, never had as a child. small lips, smaller smile, a doll clutched in your too-hungry fingers, hard enough to shatter the bones of a real infant.

    there were parts of your head you tried to keep hidden, boxed up like coffins, never learned how to deal with things properly. anger escapes in bursts ; in the thwack of a hockey-stick against skin during a brawl, muttered excuses that your hand slipped. they believe you, of course – you’re nice, you’re loving, you’re sweet. you cut your hair with your mother’s kitchen scissors before the autumn falls, rendering you out of season, unfit for the cold weather that beats against the nape of your neck, where a stick-and-poke marks the star you were born under ; the one only alison knows about. you slather it in foundation daily, until your hair grows wild again, skirts that float at your knees swapped when the sun sets for others that kiss the cheeks of your bum. smile. sit up. close your legs. comb your hair. arch your back. purse your lips. this was what it was to be a girl half-dead, bras hanging over wooden crucifixes while stone angels watched you climb down the guttering in a too-short skirt. unlike with mother, you don’t have to beg for affection from the boys. they think you’re cool, stylish, pretty, clever. when they kiss you it tastes like cigarettes and your brother’s aftershave. they say they know cian, or that other one, the redhead. that one of your brothers pedalled them acid. not that dangerous, just a bit of fun. you take it on the tongue like alice in wonderland and get drunk on the feeling of being known not as a macclean but merely as you. and maybe the girl they see you as – this dreamy, far-away thing – has been who you are all along.

    flattery will get you everywhere – so silver-tongued and cupid-mouthed you win affections like they’re poker chips. at school you could whip the girls into a frenzy with a cutting remark or an elaborate dare ; the mere flick of your tongue you could have an army in your ranks. like a caged hummingbird you’d learned to sing in the dark, and it was time for the world to hear your voice. you’d heard about the girl who lost it to her bike as she tumbled too fast down a hill, heard second-hand how lily sanchez’s parents were gone, a free house for the night, bottles of ouzo and tequila swiped from your mother’s liquor cabinet thinking she wouldn’t know (she always knew) your legs, hardened from pep squad, slut dropping on a kitchen table because the boys thought it would be fun to get the quiet girl drunk. never had a sip before that night. you learnt who you are like the click of an aluminium can, worms spilling out in that vivid space between angelic and disgusting, something repressed finally coming to fruition when you lose it on the floor of a swimming pool changing room, soggy back, polka-dot nylon pulled down to your ankles. it gets easy to pretend. you hide it behind the sugar-sweet smiles and the butterfly barrettes. hunger pools in the pit of your stomach like an unborn child. in leather-bound volumes and a circle of stones, you’re helen of troy, the girl for whom they’d launch a thousand ships, and may never went to college, never got out of this sad little town.

    for the first time in your ghost-like existence, you want things, people, places. you have ambitions that stretch further than the four walls of a glitter-gritted cell, further even than the town boundaries. bright-eyed and cheer skirted, you’d always known you were more. there was a hunger in you to be something extraordinary, a want so adamant to be imagined and desired that it was almost savage. part of you wishes that sonny had done it – flown the nest. it would make it easier for you to break your mother’s heart, but it was never you whom she loved anyway – just a dead girl you half-resembled in the moonlight. so you cash in your chips in piggy banks, stash notes under floorboards, patch up your old jeans when the seams split. working two part-time jobs juggled with homework, arithmetic scribbled on the backs of napkins as you wait for the coffee beans to roast – it’ll take a fucking miracle to earn enough, but you were raised like a resurrected lady lazarus, a girl brought back from the dead. you’re nothing short of miraculous.

❝ there’s something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls. ❞

CENSUS,

FACECLAIM › Eliza Scanlen AUTHOR › Nora

[you-get-to-exhale-now-cyrus]

A prompt for tyrus: Buffy and Andie can see that TJ likes him back but Cyrus fails to see until they’re working on a school project together at the park and TJ mutters “fuck me” like not in the sexual way but like this is too much work way and Cyrus is like “maybe later” before realizing what he said and like they both go red

((Oh worm, I love this! I’m aging them up to like high school, just my preference. Also peep some other *romance*))

Warning: Cursing

“But you guys,” Cyrus drawled, “there’s literally no way that I’m going to be able to function!”

“You’re overreacting again,” Buffy cut in, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she glanced over to Andi for support, “TJ is literally head over heels in love with you,”

“Don’t you trust Buffy? She knows what she’s saying.” Andi assured him, giving Buffy a playful shove of her shoulder. “Besides, have you seen the way he looks at you?”

“You mean with his eyes, like he does towards every other person ever?” Cyrus grumbled, roughly scratching out the answer to a math problem he was working on. “This isn’t working”

“The math problem or the TJ problem?” Buffy jeered, her lips curling into a smile.

“Both. What’s worse is that this project is just us! Why couldn’t Mr. Lande have made this a group assignment of more people. Or better yet, just make it an individual project!” Cyrus put his head in his hands. How was he going to survive?

“Maybe it’s for the best,” Andi shrugged, shoving her notebook in her backpack, “it probably makes sense for this to be just two people. It’s too much work for one, and group projects with many people usually end up with one person doing all the work,” she said, wrinkling her nose.

Cyrus opened his mouth to say something, but the bell rang and cut him off. “And that‘s the cue,” he sighed, swinging his backpack onto his shoulders, “I gotta go to chemistry,”

“Yeah you do!” Buffy snorted, high fiving Andi and then allowing her hands to trail back up to her hair.

“I would say that I’m gonna kill you, but with the amount of energy I possess right now, I probably couldn’t kill an ant. See you guys later.” Cyrus walked down the hallway, his conversation with the girls replaying in his head. It seemed fake, that TJ could like him back. Cyrus had been crushing on him since middle school, and there was no way that TJ could like him back because why would–

“Underdog!” a familiar voice approached him, and Cyrus’ breath hitched. TJ was wearing glasses, and Cyrus was so weak for that. On top of that, his helmet-hair that he usually sported was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a whirlwind mess of hair. And Cyrus loved it.

“TJ, always a pleasure,” he greeted, taking a seat in his usual desk, while TJ chose the desk right next to him.

That’s funny, TJ always sits behind me, Cyrus noted, but shook the thoughts out of his head. This was no time to overanalyze TJ’s behavior. Now he needed to focus on…balancing equations. He stared up at the clock; two minutes had passed.

This was going to be a long day.

Eons later, the bell rang, and Cyrus was the first one to shove his textbook and pencils into his bag, rushing out of the classroom.

“And make sure that you work on your projects, class! They’re due tomorrow,” the teacher called, and Cyrus just groaned in response. On top of an essay and studying for a calculus test, he had to finish it by tomorrow?

Note to self, stop procrastinating, he mentally scolded himself.

“So what’s the plan?” TJ’s voice startled him, as the basketball player walker alongside him.

“Buy some ice cream and cry because I’m going to fail chemistry,” Cyrus replied, exhaustion lacing his voice.

“How about you just come over to my house after school and we can work on th project? I’ll make sure we have snacks,” he offered, blushing as he saw the smaller boy’s face light up.

“I’ll see you then,” Cyrus beamed, half-walking half-skipping to his next class. TJ watched him round the corner, the memory of his smile burned into his brain.

Yeah, he was whipped.

Cyrus knocked on TJ’s door, rocking back on his heels as his teeth chattered. Would it have been wise to bring a jacket? Yes. But Cyrus was worried that he was going to be late so he didn’t bother to even check the weather because he didn’t get a notification on his phone because he was busy–

Footsteps from inside snapped Cyrus out his train of thoughts, absentmindedly fixing his hair and smoothing out his shirt. Not like he was wearing anything fancy, just a pair of jeans and a shirt with a rainbow on it. After a few moments, the door creaked open to reveal a stressed out TJ, donning a green tee and these sweatpants. Cyrus had to smile; somehow they both got the gay memo.

“Not So Scary Basketball Guy, looking gay as ever,” Cyrus joked, stepping inside and being enveloped by the warmth.

“Right back at you,” TJ replied, his voice strained, “okay, so are we gonna work on this project? We gotta get going because we need to do well so we can get a good grade so that I don’t fail the class and when the colleges look at my grades they can-”

“TJ, you look like you’re gonna pass out. Take a breath, sit down,” Cyrus instructed him. He could practically hear his four shrink parents telling him what to do next. They took a seat on a few cushions that were sprawled on the shagged carpeting.

“We’re going to do fine on this project, TJ,” Cyrus started, placing his hand on the other boy’s knee, “We can finish it tonight, I know we can. Just..take a breath,”

TJ nodded weakly, his hand absentmindedly trailing over to Cyrus’, his fingers on top of the other boy’s. “I need a good grade in chemistry,” he repeated, this time less frantic, “My parents are on my back about my grades, and I just…I’m gonna let them down,”

As if Cyrus could hear TJ’s heart breaking, he shifted closer. “Don’t say that. You’re not gonna let them down. I promise I won’t let that happen,” he assured him, and a small smile ghosted TJ’s lips. “Now, let me just grab the assignment paper,” he muttered, begrudgingly removing his hand from TJ’s, and fishing through his backpack. He pulled out a wrinkled sheet of paper and scanned it.

“Okay, so we need to research the history behind five of the elements that were man made, who ‘invented’ them, details regarding their reactivity, and why they were named the way they were,” he read off the sheet, letting out a tired breath.

“Fuck me,” TJ muttered under his breath; that sounded like a lot of work.

“Maybe later,” Cyrus replied nearly silently, but TJ’s gaze showed that it wasn’t that quiet. Both boys went red with embarrassment, and the air was thick with tension.

“What?” TJ squeaked out his eyes searching Cyrus’ for some sort of explanation.

“Nothing! It was…nothing,” Cyrus lied, and he knew his ears were burning an inhumane shade of red.

“Mhm,” TJ hummed in response, unconvinced, “so back to…chemistry,” he snickered, raising his brows at Cyrus.

“Stop that, I feel attacked,” he pouted, pushing out his lower lip and furrowing his brows.

“And you almost look cute enough to make me stop,” TJ blurted out, and now it was his turn to feel his ears burn with embarrassment.

“What was that?” Cyrus toyed with him, leaning on his hands and smirking, “I’m cute, huh?”

“Oh, fuck you,” TJ snorted, giving Cyrus a gentle push.

“You wish,” Cyrus retorted, a deep blush dusting his cheeks as his arms gave out beneath him and he lay on his back.

“Shut up,” TJ cooed, crossing his arms playfully.

“And what if I don’t?” he shot back cleverly, his eyes flitting from TJ’s eyes to his lips and back too his eyes…then back to his lips.

TJ shrugged nonchalantly, his heart beating so loud he thought Cyrus could hear it. “You won’t pass chemistry without my help,” he commented, to which Cyrus smirked.

“You’re probably right,” Cyrus grinned, tugging on TJ’s shirt and pulling him down until their noses were touching, “help me pass chemistry?”

“Gladly,” TJ whispered, meeting Cyrus’ lips and feeling his elbows weaken underneath him. It was messy, neither boy truly knowing what to do, but it was beautiful nonetheless.

And yes, both boys were doing great in chemistry.

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MEET FINOLA,

FULL NAME › Finola Eileen MacClean AGE › eighteen GENDER › Cis female (She/Her/Hers) FROM › Boot Hill, Arizona RESIDENCE › Trails End Street (Midtown) OCCUPATION › Student at Boot Hill High School, Box Office Attendant at the Continental Moviehouse (Saturdays), Waitress at the Schoolhouse Cafe (Weekday evenings) NOW PLAYING › You Don’t Own Me by Lesley Gore

BIOGRAPHY,

trigger warnings: disappearance of a family member, alcoholism mention

    The only perfect girl is a dead girl. That’s what you learned, last-born runt of the litter, growing up in the bedroom of a girl who would be forever cold, young and pretty. In the beginning, they thought Finola was a blessing – Eileen’s soul reincarnate, the Lord’s prayers finally answered. You were given her clothes, her room, even her name, stripped and rebranded like a toy doll bought after the last one’s head was chewed off by the dog. Seven boys, a dead sister, and you who, with your white-blonde hair and cornflower eyes, was merely a walking ghost to your mother, half-the-time soppy with tender kisses, the other half haunted, confining herself to the dark corners of a house too small for eight ragamuffin kids. You were either overwhelmed or underwhelmed, numb or heretic, dealing in extremes like the hand your mother dealt you – either starved of affection or slathered in it. Tennis skirts, nail varnish, a shag rug, a rotten corsage – these were the staple reminders that you were living in a shrine, the room never quite your own, lest you disturb the lingering presence of Eileen. Soon, you began to see it as not a room but rather a prison cell caging you in the imprint of a sister you never met.

       At eight years old you first met death, blood on a gingham-print dress, a smear of it over your cheekbone and the pulp of a mangled animal at your feet murdered by the hands of a townhouse boy. “Adam, my precious baby, you get away from that filth,” his Mama would cry from the upstairs balcony – cigar in one hand and a bloody Mary in the other – though whether the filth she referred to was the dead pig or the girl with a sprig of ivy in her hair, you never did find out. White trash. The expression was never far from earshot when the MacCleans were around – eight boisterous lads in battered shoes and tattered clothing and then Finola, like an angel – perhaps because that’s what you had been forced to become. Death resurrected in tired eyes and a tutu.

       You kept yourself groomed like a pageant dog – hair always combed with whatever you could find, nails clipped, dresses re-hemmed when the stitches rotted out, feet squished into too-small shoes from a charity store on the outskirts. You made the best of what you had in the hope that standing out from your siblings would prove you existed outside of Eileen. You found attention through other means. You learned the clarinet at nine and how to dance with the grace of a swansong at ten. By twelve you knew that you’d always been destined to be loved. Loved so hard they would want to taste you, bite into the soft plump of your cheek and eat you alive. That was how magnetic you wanted to feel. But mother hamsters eat their own young when penned in together too long, and soon you became too much, too perfect, nothing like Eileen, why can’t you just fit in?

      Lying is the most fun you can have without taking your clothes off – and soon ‘Finola’ becomes just something you perform, a character, a toy. The person you became in high school was an artistic fabrication; the bright smiles, soft words, cherry-flavoured lip gloss, all magpie thieved from magazines on how to be a girl. The first time you told a lie, eight years old with silk ribons in your hair, tongue as sharp as a Stanley knife, eyes like a wildfire staring into those of your mother’s, you had felt invincible. After that, it was a downward spiral, lying about the simplest of things, just for the thrill of it. You’d go to buy a paperback book, and upon being asked where you’d been, you’d claim a bike ride, a date, a visit to the rabbits in the next door neighbour’s garden. Little white lies that built up a repertoire of manipulation. Words had the power to make people believe anything you wanted, as long as they were convincing. A mind is like a clock if you get to learn the pieces. Bit by bit, you dismantle the inner workings of the brains that tick around you – how easy it is to change it’s path, how words and their meanings can make a person laugh or cry in an instant. To have the power to control that is to be a God. It’s the power trip you crave wielding pom-poms in your hands; a possessive need for control that a younger you, small and weak, never had as a child. Small lips, smaller smile, a doll clutched in your too-hungry fingers, hard enough to shatter the bones of a real infant.

       There were parts of your head you tried to keep hidden, boxed up like coffins, never learned how to deal with things properly. Anger escapes in bursts ; in the thwack of a hockey-stick against skin during a brawl, muttered excuses that your hand slipped. They believe you, of course – you’re nice, you’re loving, you’re sweet. You cut your hair with your mother’s kitchen scissors before the autumn falls, rendering you out of season, unfit for the cold weather that beats against the nape of your neck, where a stick-and-poke marks the star you were born under ; the one only Alison knows about. You slather it in foundation daily, until your hair grows wild again, skirts that float at your knees swapped when the sun sets for others that kiss the cheeks of your bum. Smile. Sit up. Close your legs. Comb your hair. Arch your back. Purse your lips. This was what it was to be a girl half-dead, bras hanging over wooden crucifixes while stone angels watched you climb down the guttering in a too-short skirt. Unlike with mother, you don’t have to beg for affection from the boys. They think you’re cool, stylish, pretty, clever. When they kiss you it tastes like cigarettes and your brother’s aftershave. They say they know Feargas, or that other one, the redhead. That one of your brothers pedalled them acid. Not that dangerous, just a bit of fun. You take it on the tongue like Alice in Wonderland and get drunk on the feeling of being known not as a MacClean but merely as you. And maybe the girl they see you as – this dreamy, far-away thing – has been who you are all along.

       Flattery will get you everywhere – so silver-tongued and cupid-mouthed you win affections like they’re poker chips. At school you could whip the girls into a frenzy with a cutting remark or an elaborate dare ; the mere flick of your tongue you could have an army in your ranks. Like a caged hummingbird you’d learned to sing in the dark, and it was time for the world to hear your voice. You’d heard about the girl who lost it to her bike as she tumbled too fast down a hill, heard second-hand how Lily Sanchez’s parents were gone, a free house for the night, bottles of Ouzo and tequila swiped from your mother’s liquor cabinet thinking she wouldn’t know (she always knew) your legs, hardened from pep squad, slut dropping on a kitchen table because the boys thought it would be fun to get the quiet girl drunk. Never had a sip before that night. You learnt who you are like the click of an aluminium can, worms spilling out in that vivid space between angelic and disgusting, something repressed finally coming to fruition when you lose it on the floor of a swimming pool changing room, soggy back, poka-dot nylon pulled down to your ankles. It gets easy to pretend. You hide it behind the sugar-sweet smiles and the butterfly barrettes. Hunger pools in the pit of your stomach like an unborn child. In leather-bound volumes and a circle of stones, you’re Helen of Troy, the girl for whom they’d launch a thousand ships, and Eileen never went to college, never got out of this sad little town.

       For the first time in your ghost-like existence, you want things, people, places. You have ambitions that stretch further than the four walls of a glitter-gritted cell, further even than the town boundaries. Bright-eyed and cheer skirted, you’d always known you were more. There was a hunger in you to be something extraordinary, a want so adamant to be imagined and desired that it was almost savage. Part of you wishes that Sonny had done it – flown the nest. It would make it easier for you to break your mother’s heart, but it was never you whom she loved anyway – just a dead girl you half-resembled in the moonlight. So you cash in your chips in piggy banks, stash notes under floorboards, patch up your old jeans when the seams split. Working two part-time jobs juggled with homework, arithmetic scribbled on the backs of napkins as you wait for the coffee beans to roast – it’ll take a fucking miracle to earn enough, but you were raised like a resurrected Lady Lazarus, a girl brought back from the dead. You’re nothing short of miraculous.

❝ if you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. ❞

CENSUS,

FACECLAIM › Eliza Scanlen AUTHOR › Nora

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Book Review - Winterhouse

We have on our hands an exciting debut from Ben Guterson! This October, I had the privilege of exploring the winding halls, eccentric guests, strange paintings and artifacts, and most importantly, the library, of Winterhouse.

The Winterhouse Hotel is a magical place to be--and, as readers find out, not just literally. When Elizabeth Somers finds herself dumped on the floor of the hotel’s library with $1.65 and a few clothes, she’s surprised to find, within Winterhouse’s doors,  Ernest Shackleton’s pants, a tasty sweet called Flurschen, and quite a few strange people--a couple dressed all in black with stony glares and a large crate allegedly full of books, for example. The most eccentric of them all, however, is Mr. Norbridge Falls, the proprietor of Winterhouse Hotel himself, thank you very much. Norbridge becomes even more interesting when Elizabeth and her newfound brainy friend Freddy find a strange poem of gibberish in a Falls family painting. Then Elizabeth starts to notice something strange about the book she, ahem, borrowed from the hotel library. A strange message is starting to form on the title page, letter by letter, day by day--and inside the book is a secret cipher that just might hold the key to deciphering the puzzle in the painting! Suddenly, the clock is ticking down: the couple in black, known as the Hiemses, start threatening Elizabeth (it’s clear they want the library book she stole); the book is then stolen; and the family history of Winterhouse will either show Elizabeth triumphing, or the dark force that seems to be brewing in the library . . .

So many elements are at play in this book! Let’s first examine our protagonist: Eleven-year-old Elizabeth is a polite young orphan with a thirst for books and an even greater love for puzzles. She and her friend, Freddy, seem very much alike in the sense that they both puzzle-loving bookworms, just like me. I felt I could relate to these two, and I could understand Elizabeth’s uncertainty about her place in the world stemming from the fact that she never knew her parents. However, these two eleven-year-olds act much like my friends. Winterhouse is an adventure regarding external conflicts, not leaving much opportunity for internal stress, emotions, or conflict to be shown in the characters. However, I can still relate to Freddy and Elizabeth’s relationship: Freddy seems calmer and more rational when Elizabeth gets excited and begins to act impulsively. I’m sure I can name a pair of friends at my own school like this.

    Winterhouse Hotel itself provides a rich setting for this story--there’s a family secret hiding around the corners of the artifact-decorated, carpet-covered hallways that Elizabeth soon finds herself in the middle of! There are so many quirks in this hotel--a thirty-five thousand piece puzzle; a cross-country skiing course; and most mysterious of all, a family legend that one library book will give, to whoever's hands it falls into, a power that could either be used for good or evil. Indeed, there are many puzzles for Elizabeth to solve at Winterhouse--some may be innocent word ladders, but solving the code tells her that the Falls’ family legend of an omnipotent, magical book may be more than just an old wives’ tale. Also, does Elizabeth’s psychic way of predicting bad events in the near future have anything to do with the magical powers that run in the Falls family?

Elizabeth doesn’t know that another old wives’ tale about Winterhouse is actually true: by saying “Gracella” three times in the library and Gracella’s empty cabin in the woods, she had managed to raise the angry, hateful spirit of Norbridge’s estranged sister. Elizabeth finds Gracella in the library with an unconscious Norbridge on the floor. She is the only one there; screaming for help, running away, or any other similar notion is impossible. Her only possible weapon is the book, which is currently in the claw like hands of Gracella due to the Hiems’ stealing it and giving it to her.

    Elizabeth manages to get her hands on the book. Now comes the moment of truth; it’s time to declare whether she chooses the good or the bad; either way, the book’s power will be released. The choice is obvious to Elizabeth, but just as she’s about to speak the fateful words, Gracella tries to convince her to use her power for evil. Elizabeth can feel the dark side of her power deep inside her; should she bring it out? Suddenly, what seemed to be a very external conflict becomes an internal struggle that embodies the constant battle between good and evil in the universe, commonly known as the yin and yang.

    This moment of weakness passes, and Elizabeth chooses the good, banishing Gracella (hopefully) forever.

    However, when I step back to examine this moment, I realize it isn’t about supernatural ancestors, magical books, or a secret code. It reveals a theme that one would expect from a former teacher: although most books aren’t as magical as Elizabeth’s, they are still magical because of the knowledge that they hold inside them and may potentially spread to others. The magic inside a book doesn’t stem from a magic spell cast long ago; it stems from the potent knowledge inside, and as we all know, knowledge can always be used for good or for evil. The choice depends on the character of the person who originally possesses the knowledge. Knowledge has potential for both good and evil; it just depends on the person who has it. “Faith” is the keyword to decipher the puzzle in the painting; and in real life, faith is the key--to knowledge, and to happiness.

    Winterhouse is moving, suspenseful, and full of surprises and puzzles. Underneath the story, though, lies a moving theme about faith, knowledge, and the power both bring. Winterhouse is full of complex characters (many of them with secrets), Harry Houdini’s shirt, and family history, all set against a magical backdrop of what I’d call “The Happiest Place on Earth”. This story will warm many hearts with its power struggle between good and evil, exercise many brains with its mind-boggling puzzles, and deliver a successful and delightful read to those waiting for their next favorite.

    No matter who picks up this book, I’m confident that they’ll admire Elizabeth’s spirit and courage. They will all cheer her on and wait with bated breath to find out the next suspenseful stage in the plot. Someway or the other, Elizabeth will remind us of who we are, who we want to be, and what we choose to do with our lives and the knowledge we obtain while living them. This small, four-eyed, quirky eleven-year-old and her friends will worm their way into a reader’s heart, whether he or she likes it or not.

    Winterhouse is truly a happy place, where everything and everyone is lively, warm, and thoroughly a pleasure to be with. Even if it’s no Winterhouse like Elizabeth, we all need a happy place in the world. Where is your happy place?

    Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to book a room at the Winterhouse Hotel for Thanksgiving break before all the spots fill up! I hear their Flurschen is world-famous.