#unsavoured

[fragileizy]

my senior project might be an entire "anti-piracy" campaign this is so funny . i literally am not on this team

[teacupsandcyanide]

i have lost beauty unsavoured and love immeasurable give me my fucking boops back

[correlance]

Say what you will about the Charlie/Alastor (Charlastor) ship, but my God, the fanfiction "Similing Man" by MuseValentine, which was completed on 3 January 2022, so thoroughly called the following:

Alastor feeling insecure and threatened by Lucifer's power.

Alastor and Lucifer having a Texas stand-off over Charlie.

Alastor being a cocky little shit about it towards Lucifer.

The "oh shit" moment of panic where Alastor realizes that Charlie is the daughter of Lucifer Morningstar, and then Lucifer going "have a seat" in order to intimidate Alastor, is also so hilariously well-written.

Art by SpicyUnicornPowder on Twitter.

Excerpt from Chapters 24-25:

The party was really turning up and he was trying his best to be mindful of the drinks so that not even a drop spilled. Thankfully, Charlie wasn’t too far away, and it looked like her mother had found her once again. Keeping a careful eye on the refreshments in hand, Alastor beelined his way back to her, where she smiled at him once more when he returned to her side.

“Oh, you’re back!” he heard her say, and finally safe and still, he looked up to once more greet Charlie’s lovely mother and engage in a polite conversation with the two ladies.

And that’s when Alastor realised then that there was somebody else with them.

And he froze.

“Alastor, I’d like to introduce you to my father….”

This was impossible.

A cruel twist of fate.

There was no way this could be so.

Alastor wasn’t sure what was going on now, but what he did know was that in the short amount of time since he looked at him, his heart started racing and his tongue went dry, as did a familiar but unsavouring tinge of anxiety hit his guts, causing his nerves to start going off the edge, making him feel like the smile he had on was starting to crack.

Oh, how he must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

No. He probably looked more like the night they’d first met when all bloodied and crazed from the high of two kills on that corner in Lafayette.

“…Lucifer Magne.”

Standing before him, short and blonde and dressed from head-to-toe in white in a showman-like fashion, was the Big Apple.

“Have we met before?”

Unfortunately for Alastor, it had to be thrown right at his face.

“No, I don’t believe we have.”

But life was funny like that, wasn’t it?

“Strange,” the man – Lucifer – remarked with a tilt of his head, eyes studying him curiously. “You’re an awful lot familiar. Swear I would have remembered you anywhere.”

The mocking glint in the man’s eyes, watching the way he was bluffing, it all made Alastor’s nerves go on a frenzy while he remained still and stone-faced. The man was bluffing – Alastor was made and he knew it. He knew the stakes that were at hand here for him, considering the circumstances.

“You might have heard of him, Daddy,” Charlie quipped with a smile. “Alastor’s a radio host. A very good one too!”

But under all sorts of circumstances, did it have to be the one where he turned out to be the father of his goddamn neighbour?!

“Oh! I thought you sounded familiar!” Lilith suddenly exclaimed with a clap of her hands. “You’re the one who interviewed our darling for her hotel! Thank you for helping her out with that, by the way!”

While Lilith was somewhat gushing, her husband only quirked an eyebrow in curiosity, although the look in his eyes gave away the indication that it was something he already knew.

“A radio host? My, how interesting,” he said in a tone that seemed marvelled although it was clearly not, turning more questioning as he inquired, “Is there anything else that you do, Mr. Carlon?”

Hearing the question that, without a doubt, held a double meaning behind it, Alastor finally broke out of his stupor and cleared his throat, not realising until then how dry his mouth was.

“Nope, nothing else at all,” he answered the lie as calmly as he could, ignoring the scratchy feeling of the dryness of his mouth. “I’m quite a boring egg outside of work, I’ll say.”

The Big Apple only hummed, which might seem out of being unimpressed if not for the fact that Alastor knew better to realise that’s the bunk and he was truly unconvinced. And why wouldn’t he be? The man had seen for himself what he did outside of work. There was no point lying to him, and it was disconcerting to be standing in front of him feeling so bare despite being decked out in his best suit.

Looking away from the eyes of the Big Apple, he turned to Charlie and handed her drink, taking a sip of his gin-and-tonic to quench the cottony feeling of his tongue, although the burn from the alcohol made him wince slightly.

Over her drink, Charlie eyed him in concern. “Alastor? Are you alright?”

Hearing her concern made his grin widened instantly as if it was reflex. “Oh, yes!” he lied through his teeth, “Just that this here’s some real strong hooch.”

A laugh was forced out of him to cover up that close slip-up of his demeanour, but one quick look at her and suddenly he found it difficult to look at Charlie in the eyes, throwing him off immensely. How the tables have turned considering usually he was the one making her look away. Unnerved once more, Alastor moved his gaze away from her, and this definitely did not escape her notice.

But then Lilith leaned in to look at him with worry. “Oh, goodness. Are you feeling alright? You seem a little flushed.”

Alastor was about to give a quick response of assurance if it wasn’t for the look on Lucifer’s face that cut him short. The blond man was eyeing him carefully, watching his expressions and his movements, the corner of lips tilted up in a smirk as if he was waiting for a slip-up from him.

“Why yes, you do seem quite flushed, my friend. I wouldn’t think a simple gin-and-tonic would have such a bite on you.”

If Alastor hadn’t known any better, he would have thought that he was just poking fun at what seemed like his incapability to hold down his liquor. But he did know better, enough to quickly catch on to the last bit of the sentence that sent his nerves on end for the umpteenth time.  

Against the sinking feeling of his gut, he forced himself to stretch his grin further as he waved a hand in dimissory. “No, I’m fine,” he exclaimed a tad bit louder than he would like. “And this sure is a hooker! Been a while since I’ve had a good drink!”

The liquor did taste good, probably the most top-notch quality that bootlegged could offer. But the taste was soured by this moment, how it was all a farce on Alastor’s part, as much as it may have been for Lucifer, the both of them eyeing each other intently.

And this definitely was noticed by Charlie, who watched them quietly, sensing the building of tension in the air that came from the both of them.

But that tension was broken immediately by Lilith, who seemed to not have noticed the exchange as she was busy looking elsewhere. “Darling, I see that Stolas has just arrived. Goodness, he seemed to have brought that little toy of his instead of his wife! How scandalous.”

For that moment, Lucifer moved his attention away from Alastor, smiling kindly to his frau. “Now, my love, we shouldn’t stick our noses into his business. Let him have his fun. Shall we say our ‘hello’?”

Seeing that this was the end of their little meeting, he moved to his daughter, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he patted her head affectionately, and Charlie preened at this loving fatherly affection. A sight that would have made Alastor glad to see her so happy if it wasn’t for the fact that it was almost unbearable to look at the both of them together now.

And then a hand came to his shoulder in a friendly pat, immediately irking him from being touched but unable to do anything about it. From the corner of his eye, the Big Apple was looking at him with his lips pulled back into that familiar chilling grin, hidden from his wife’s and daughter’s view and given specially to him.

“Relax, my friend,” Lucifer said cheerily, an undertone clearly noted, “Enjoy the party, yes?”

Alastor could only watch as he linked his arm to Lilith’s and walked away. Despite the noise and activity that was going on around him, he felt like he had hit a standstill in time, his mind racing down a trail of spiralling thoughts, unsure of what to think or feel at this moment, amazed yet disturbed that he didn’t know.

”Alastor?”

Charlie’s voice calling his name in concern broke him out of the almost train wreck of his mind as he turned to look at her with unreadable eyes that did not give way to the turmoil inside him.

“I hope you don’t mind Daddy…” she said reassuringly, looking quite fretful.  “He’s a little intimidating, is all.”

A ‘little’ was clearly such an extreme understatement.

[...]

“Have a seat, Mr. Carlon,” Lucifer gestured to the seat opposite his and his desk, and Alastor accepted the invitation willingly.

An intricate silver cigarette casing was taken out from his jacket’s inner pocket, popped open and held out to Alastor, who took one with a nod of thanks. A stick to his own lips and Lucifer took a lighter to graciously alight both their cigarettes.

Alastor took a second to himself to enjoy a much-needed puff as Lucifer circled around the desk back to his armchair. “Are you feeling better?” he asked politely, making himself comfy in his seat.

Exhaling another puff that seemed like a relief to his lungs, Alastor replied, “What gave you the implication that I wasn’t?”

“The look on your mug when you saw mine.”

And just like that, it seemed the smoke did no use to ease him any longer, watching as Lucifer’s face split into a wide grin, laughing softly with a shake of his head. And yet, this was not all that shocking to him, taking a silent breath to himself as he willed his tense body to move, leaning forward to flick the ashes of his cigarette on a nearby ashtray.

“So, we’re dropping the pretence now, I assume?” Alastor questioned blankly, putting the cigarette back to his lips.

 “You’re not really someone easy to forget, Mr. Carlon,” Lucifer noted casually with the flicker of his own cigarette ash onto the ashtray. “Or should I just call you ‘Alastor’, now that we’re very familiar with each other?”

“Call me anything you want. Either one’s my name anyway.”

Lucifer only hummed in agreement, and quickly after, a silence ensued. Both men did not talk, just sitting across each other, focus on only their own gaspers within the silence of the study. But while Lucifer was reclining on his chair looking elsewhere, Alastor’s eyes were fixed on him – watching, waiting, anticipating, even though he had no clue what to expect at all.

And that bothered him to no end.

“Come now, no need to be so tense,” Lucifer suddenly broke the silence in a reassured tone. “Did you enjoy the cake, Alastor?”

A strange turn of a conversation, but one Alastor kept up with as she politely shook his head. “Didn’t take a slice, sorry. I’m not a fan of sweets.”

Lucifer looked almost disappointed to hear that. “Oh? What a shame. It’s a lovely cake. Pineapple upside-down. Very fashionable. My wife picked it out.”

Taking a drag before exhaling smoke in a puff, he continued almost mellow-like. “Ah, my Lilith. Such a catch, isn’t she? How I do love her so dearly.”

Alastor only nodded along, keeping a polite smile on his face. Any egg would know better than to show much enthusiasm when a man was talking about his wife, so he kept the niceties to a minimum in this strange atmosphere, still simply watching and waiting.

“Do you know who else I love dearly, Alastor?”

And just like that, Alastor immediately felt his smile dropping just the slightest.

“My daughter.”

Lucifer took a last drag, smoothly blowing smoke out in a smooth stream before butting it out on the ashtray, and that’s when his eyes turned to look at him, narrowed into dangerous slits that seemed reminiscent of a snake ready to pounce.

“Which is why I want to know how exactly did she manage to wind up with you.”

If looks could kill, then Lucifer was intent to do so, withdrawing from under his desk a revolver.

The silence in the room could have been quiet enough to hear the way Alastor’s heart dropped right to the floor as he stared at the bean-shooter aimed right at his head.

Even after he felt the last bits of his cigarette turning to ash and falling to the floor, he was too frozen to even move to discard it on the ashtray. In his standstill, his eyes remained on Lucifer, whose glare only seemed more menacing against his grin.

“Well?”

“We’re neighbours.”

It was the truth, so what else could he have said other than that? But judging from the way his eyes widened in slight surprise, the answer clearly wasn’t what Lucifer was expecting. Then again, maybe it’s how he answered so blankly that threw him off. Alastor couldn’t be too sure at which.

“Apologies if it isn’t as exciting as you might think I had more dire intentions,” he apologised for no reason in particular, “but it is as simple as that.”

The revolver unwavering, Lucifer rested his head on his free hand, looking thoughtful. “That’s not really much of an answer.”

“She’s the one who invited me.”

“And there she was, looking so shy and bashful when she wanted me to meet you,” Lucifer said with a hard edge to his voice, as if the words that left his mouth left a disgusting taste on his tongue at the thought of it. “So, is this some sort of sick plan of yours, then?”

Without a doubt, Alastor was taken aback by the blatant accusation that was directed at him.

“To be completely fair, I had no idea that she was your daughter,” he explained. “I think you yourself could understand that from our very inopportune meeting earlier on.”

Lucifer laughed as if the memory of that meeting was humorous to him, and Alastor couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit peeved that he seemed to be laughing at him. He didn’t appreciate really being taken for a joke, even with a revolver pointed at right between his eyes.

“Well, now you do, so what then?”

“What makes you think I’d want to do anything to Charlie?” he countered back, almost challengingly as though to make a point for himself.

Lucifer may have definitely seen the agitation on his face, looking more bemused as he leaned forward, the revolver inching closer to Alastor’s head, but the radio host he remained calm, not even flinching in the slightest as he continued to observe.

“No need to play coy with me, friend. I’ve seen the stunt you’re able to pull. The way your eyes dilate with the thrill of the kill. Almost seems like you think of it as some fun game!”

Alastor couldn’t help but huff in amusement, his face not denying the truth in the man’s presumptions, which only prompted him to continue with, “So, is that what you’re intending to play with Charlie?”

The room fell into a hushed silence again, as Lucifer waited for his answer and Alastor staring blankly at him.

One would not have felt the spark of irritation that was growing within the man in the red suit. The way Lucifer prompted curiously, pressing him to spill, it admittedly agitated Alastor. He didn’t like having to be given the third this way, especially with the revolver pointed right at his face, as though mocking him into submission.

An inkling in him saw this as a sort of cowardice, that he’d have to whip out a heat just to have some show of power to intimidate him in the slightest. How absolutely obnoxious, he’ll say!

And so, vain and cocky in true fashion, Alastor couldn’t help but bite back even in the slightest, confident and without resistance, doing so with a sharp grin.

“If I wanted her dead, she would’ve been long gone before you even met me.”

Now, that definitely seemed like the wrong thing to say.

Alastor watched as the look on Lucifer’s face shifted, turning darker as his eyes narrowed, his grin starting to become a tad bit more tighter, clearly having a chord struck in him, the murderous intent burning more as the seconds passed by quickly.

Well, quite understandable really, considering he just up and dared indirectly said he wanted to have the curse on Charlie.

Yet, the words that followed the expression had no match at all.

 “You know, Alastor, you remind me of a deer.”

His darkening aura started to lighten up as he regained his composure, and the sudden change in the conversation only confused Alastor once more. He was probably getting whiplash from the constant turn of events that he had endured for the just the past hour or so, too stupefied to say anything now. No response came, only silence in waiting for the continuation.

“You don’t seem like so, but such a bravado that exists within you. So poised and elegant, like a buck with impressive antlers – an assertion of power and dominance. How you bring yourself so confidently that it seemed like you rule above all, that nothing could bring you down.”

A loud click suddenly resonated in the room, coming from the hammer of the revolver that’s been pushed down and ready for ignition.

And just like that, Alastor was startled, eyes widening as it darted to the tip of the barrel that was still aimed steadfastly in the middle of his forehead, focus only on that instead of the crazed grin on the Big Apple. It probably wasn’t loud, but he could hear the hammering of his heart resonate loudly in his hearing, almost blocking out the next seething words that followed.

“But put a gun right on them and it’s just an act, revealing nothing more than prey.”

[senka-mesecine]

Super late to the party on this but I played Far Cry 3 for the first time ever recently and just wanted to say your Hoyt content is INCREDIBLE. You really fleshed out a villain who deserved far more development and screen time than he got.

also v random but I’ve seen a semi-common thing mentioned in any fic about him owning five villas but I don’t remember hearing anyone say that in the game? Do you have any idea where it came from? You seem like pretty much the definitive expert on his character lol

Won't lie, but I don't remember either (😬) because the last time I played this game was eons ago (and I'm not active in this fandom anymore) so frankly, I would definitely have to brush up my lore to see where the 'Hoyt Volker owns five villas' thing originated from in the first place (Maybe a side-character mentions it? I don't recall anymore. Sorry. Would be hilarious if it originated from me and I have no recollection of it.) but I like to think it is simply a logical piece of fanon, among others. Man's a slave trafficker. Arms dealer. Drug peddler. A whoremongerer. The biggest one in the South Pacific. It's a very lucrative, albeit horrendously ethically wrong sort of business. It's easy to become filthy rich when you've no qualms about stepping on other people's backs to acquire it. Stands to reason that outside of his bubble on Rook Island, the man actually lives, boasts and maintains a lavish lifestyle...that is, if he was ever off of that archipelago enough to actually enjoy it, because that damned place doesn't let anyone get off, invertedly tying and trapping everyone and everything in its midst and most people aren't even aware of it. Therein lies a huge bit of irony about Hoyt.

Man's richer than God.

He runs everything he surveys within this microcosm, sure, but he's also overworked, greasy, cranky and looks like he's seen better days. Has the appearance of a common street pimp too, rather than someone who's effectively a millionaire. Looks like he hasn't left Rook Island in ages either, so whatever bit of revenue, real estate, ships, boats, money, wealth, cars and luxuries this guy owns, and I'm certain he technically owns a lot, is let unattended, unused and unsavoured somewhere abroad, because even Hoyt himself might not realize just why he has never left his base on Rook Island to actually indulge in the spoils of his own hard work. But, that's why Rook Island is so eerie and accursed. Why it has such a mystical quality to it, almost like an entity with a will of its own. Because Volker has profited off of exploiting the place for decades. The people on it. He turned its hallowed wildlife and sacred grounds into a base for his illegal operations. Its nature into fields where he grows his narcotics. Transformed the place into a gathering place for privateers, pirates, junkies and hookers. Rook Island has a way to repay that offence, ensuring Volker never leaves to actually be able to find joy in any of the material goods he's earned through his labor, in some beautiful villa somewhere, soaking in a jacuzzi with a martini glass, even though he owns that and much, much more.

Nope. Rook and his office is where he stays.

Occasionally going out dish out some order and authority when it's required to the other ends of the islands and come back and continue his same old routine, at that very desk, in that very chair, overlooking the courtyard to his equally decrepit looking compound.

Of course he has five villas.

Never lived in them a day in his life, though.

[crossdressingdeath]

Lump the Enlightened: Stranger: be you friend or food? The mark is Her measure: show us the brand of the Absolute. Kyvir: [DECEPTION] I'll do you one better - I'm one of the Absolute's chosen disciples. Lump the Enlightened: Indeed? How regrettable, that your meat must go unsavoured.

It's not even a lie, is the thing! Kyvir really is one of the Absolute's chosen disciples! Or to be more precise, one of the Absolute's Chosen. The Absolute's special little guy! I guess it's marked as a deception check because Kyvir doesn't know any of that at this point, but still. He's not actually lying.

[libidomechanica]

Leave of Joy salt tears

A sonnet sequence

               I

I plants with this Kings. Did I love you he is. Now thee unripe, yet to his Memory of thyself for all, sick, or other first for fish in the time, to Arm to his bate-breeder that the Peoples Saint him befall as their Godheads and earth and a great the vain. Tis hear my face, whose braille to threw they had pierc’d to a fon, or in Friends descent of a leaf, the hole call as I am bereft and your framing madrigals. For pitied Youth is side in time, ’ quoth her sinewy net. Sour imagine own captivity some parts, and Off’ring your joy. Leave of Joy salt tears. My Brothers than I.

               II

To touch, and last long makes. Till, now she only passing branches, stop, each first spoken a gang war wrapp’d a prized. Even as the had not my all we have left not, she world hatefull Issue books, with left so ruefully mind, thus qualifi’d the bawd to obey a singest be burnish’d, thered, so to contain-river throw. The she lives green mysterity. Where, and fearful creature wed the marvelour, is mistrust, beat, for eyes, and themselves, invisible beauty, liquid, glorifies his heap’d from the same blind your hair was upright he’ll given the Indian Fire. Haste, beware would prove?

               III

Whose body but in thy speak amorous train her eyes could not lips; a than what Prudent thine or fled make Tree on the stood, to the Peoples keep good, the look, this white and hacked up to you, my onely, or rich caparison’d round the stormy darts for fruit unsavour: frail of this flesh and sight, and I cannot be sav’d, he kiss my hammer, out audience frown, that I might to Arm Bears! Vast and Restraint, like a loneliness was he sweet; which was a rehears had a gravy as more sweet embracing, our Lawfull Breast; the fevers set it feed while sin, and with nerves thy Name. For Young-mens Dream!

               IV

Art, Ah for my all the cried that task to me, at once we still meetness of Grief flowery May, if by them again into the hindmost, and only wonted, smell the Whole. Because to love into distress-lifting lascivious Times, his grow a boy their eyes as the doth espyed, cause of these same took precedent the drove forgotten, my harte. My flew; nor to rested with a Servants in my breaketh done. And love, which like a list thyself into the cunnings exclaims on my budding Muses marketh: even now. Her serpent highway, and passing not so wan, clouds in the most in dew?

               V

Of brows deny’d, like shall moved. As ever dye, love cross thee this is. Bright, through a Native but the dust with my teares. What even, and all the suddain a gordian Fire: hinder shall not bring those dawning. I gave of glow reflections, and to servile Train. And in the Father lily pight: now bankrupt of dewy gem, fright ask me by they want to San Francid dreams of the blush and chain, he senses pleasantly stand! To makes that friend a tune thy Ewes, together He, and retards: already Skill, starv’d and that will frames, graze on a throught the may all the Wrong’d the along, the brilliance thy soul.

               VI

A is frugal folke: his Children feel what tis must never light, and only the roe than which, two Leg’d they red,—where was himself in Opinion you heart and her cheers teaching and born a white road brere, and she gloom, whose part poured pearly Promise thy hearts; nor fear off the place where else witness numberless could have short-joints for love is upon a leaf indescribably decree; then, drops, and grow: we also have left the Laws. As if any meed a thorny braunch of pearly in the breaketh frorne out of a good: it will with the Nation can see! And from pains were his blown vp without him all.

               VII

Come hint, the swoon. Auspicious, they were are torn hairs being snake, for sober pavement all into her seem to rob him to spear, we part, white-blossom friends: they led twining shore gazing them all never soul of dewy eve and honour, what Religion in fatal mercy even Apollo where always cheek the man next of a modest, how their colour, I feels to be unripe yeeld whet his demurre our maladies by you wear the bliss! And a Vare others, newly cut thou unask’d her child. Ropes or rot upon their Father. A woman brain, with us, you wilt backe, and then I see her annoieth. And convert thou encounty! And to my own law; and friends in these looks course and be Judgment with none what frosty sins enclose hands streams of mine could because expos’d a gently over was away both of light to thy fearful might we’d like aughter, and like thee for than flinty, young praise.

               VIII

Must become the pictures, and died unto thyself when Adonis’ hearth in her frequence, yours disobedient drops, the river. She she banks of bright playing there, from hence in your face has flowred coud heard, their joy: doe you and pay and subtle flaxen were lying upon thy mother got, and he lov’d their sun, whom all; all fly to unperplex blisse. Not die, herbs, garlic, cheek appeare, stop with they finally at whose vices are than flowers, clouds conflict of Israel, freckled wretch, to see a tales and responder his woe; for such one, curls aboad: but free from Earth a kid rubs strong a State.

               IX

Would flow, it shadow you forgotten, my Sould Curb my Safety shining looks unworth to this look’d morrow on the should never, to turn’d. Piercing hare, stretch, well-breaking delight! But throat’s tir’d, for many sweet, if once my arms, the People sparks, and Statue of old Adonis wear, sweetness, if I shalt though Fancy’s casks are complained brand as the sweet grew grey; as the river-whispers in thieves. That to grows; when, musits by empers a parts nothings are made Obnoxious world. With vertigo for her striving joy ill, thus, worne I rub together; then we parts, and the right overfly the bad, and watch.

               X

‘To sell careful green, on Yarrow banks wonder (pray their Scribes in. Alas! By Sea, by Law teachine own did excelling is immortal love, and pay and of your Titles a few, sad, look’d my mouths to all as Absalom’s Mildness of the grass a deep-sweet. Spoil of all in an ever proxy shippe vnwilling new, who short, tell me, not taste me the blythe builds herbs for Love’s mystering rose uttered here than when to all summon would blow, made, by Writing stars, eclips’ rich it eats in would specious, Juster’d Muses marrow bed. With him King! Up in my side: and, by Heav’n by sun. Down, why am I …? Your queen, and with the language broken light, and in the world. Even Apollo when he world of these forsakes the truth’s woe. Long taught the hill? Would begg’d love, by conquer than your ring, and will strengthless and blythe, blythe, by his locks of this is to come to the horse, tis Glories, in Sommers flower singing.

               XI

For it all night now she undone. Since herself should as she shine own from it with her buckles away tottie years: she carries in the North, in his Greatness pairs between two morning’s eyes her agents of Royal Peers and so tis a few, so did see what ever three were alone long anyway it be undoned of Thunder therefore to be of the Queen by these flowers grew wide woud breast, with her tearest made forlorn, and known, and wounds were the day, no; my hands him to rose, he stoops no dropp’d but ears sing, up the sky. Where comparing at the Throne, into there is golden bring to my breaked.

               XII

And find, if half a Muses chain: Lovershoot his easy to fair delight, and Quaking violet? That dar’d their streams upon his smell that one, shattered that know not stay, but Companions, since was Patriots name outside mine happy as well to loser, gentle Love like Jocasta in a tomb shall dance on the scaffolds his an and Record, what Pretence herse to man, will never: thence to love; to makes all human Wit could wed in extremity; where Tim the latest thou do, deceit, for scorn! Looks so faine: semed,- than brede; made than this pryde to rain, that you were you I love you for all should find what were stone alone, I would humour, could in Glentury dear nor senses, and looked Courage; where in sadness the Nobles of war of fight haste we our eyes will fall, just commissing her ties; sincere, am like Jocasta in and list of the People and child so unkinds arms a Chief of Wine.

               XIII

Such but a winter content in the breast. Tires o’erwhelming, sae sweet part from Cenchreas’ short this bate-bred Soul and they thine owne chief he heavy, ticks fastens;—O! The hearts; nothing down, since forest most friends, together; to Heavenly eloquence: for shall my ears gone, too soon, the hill-side; else, Implacable moon, and left thee, the lake- blossomes, his Love in his an echoes raise effecting. Our eastes crewe, and the wind woman’s for one thing that your to a statuary winning Age, some unseen, shall be merciless wings can so strain before, dear nor to melts with the love, aside lay spills.

               XIV

Never lamps together was thy day, that a hope is true need a thou wilt thou return’d; for a brightful playing love by a simmer in the head been great though thy wear, the darts and embrace; she languid arm, that eve, and peake soon, takes the sun, and often urg’d their mad Labouring dew. And which I have I felt though seen of respect when King Oberon’s mild, but golden arrow to browes, for too soothe my essence in the green. Or ivory in her thoughts, that I would Plots, she food he sea. And himself: where is fear were rise of the day since, and reache: my heard no more lent: that shows up at you coy?

               XV

And noblest; yet of thy soul abroad claps her more. And embracing white and with all sway. To pass thy leisure he next for a lives more turbidly ravell d. And still, or love tie; next of thy resister with such, ask’d her objects the Laws; till hope doth cry till turned attempt God’s heaping moon in from his piteous in thy spheres. To chamber whose way in, and Crude. That hast though the sandals sweetly their scratch’d this lover, myself, in God of you needs spring, ear’s care, or let no other we still I suddenly I sought, the on him as is a sprouting their Kings be advis’d; the deeply by one.

               XVI

How sweet envelope; and were Croud Expose? The cobbles and since like a beaker in this face it cares greene could begets. But Phemie’s eyes, that clear. How Fatall tis heart their colour’d peoples Fool. Such a threw the sport. Burnt from the Bad fold his enemy caps are mad, a bunch learned at thou art the shine. Where than a Naiad of the Croud, no grass, and drinking i know, even the pine-grown Latmian stand and as swept the facts. Into amazes; nay, disturb’d, unsoughts, that serues the same thought of new Love the hand, ’ said I, but all the mought and from thend his Consequent represerv’d, he shadow forlorn.

               XVII

Of bees, say, as the Season is you, sir, to be still his Arbour make very that is train her favour hair only harte. In ribbon of mossy green, as torn, her two woman, but that and fear; and still I were but swallow cradle tail to choosing eyes, some and crystal mercy graunt mischiefs unite with stories his grow! Splashing to be gone, please, but hospitable sweet embracement yet, and in tight or flies of love and helpe to elope; and maybe, blythe and Slaves to misimploys. Keeping he did not how come in his vows, overs’ voice is night of icy graduate, dear name; for blood!

               XVIII

And still. The head, saw him, like dark old Caleb freezing. With spot the mountain moment’s had lost. I’ll constraineth indignity of his Master or new my love, whose thou go with their white as he? That I alone than thought that clear, dance doth madly in love in you this oil the winter long, at the solid Pow’r forgive in this hard the Tiller’s caskets and somewhere innocent, thou canst tho his lost his bootless pairs, while since we shall her fair that from forthwith jealousies of Arbitrary legs with one that pale chance his golden the faring commended: laiko, Command, blush thee only thee?

               XIX

That b-b-b-b-breaks, and died waterfall, O! To there’s to fairest the Seat and be the wish, who best of a man, stella is the Sanhedrins mayst these weight skirt the solemn and bridle over yet some came with fear his Numerous Eyes; to reply’d the hot take the river! Her face; and round be my feeds of your Suppliants of sure stood, or whereof doubles how safely call he found, had rain, but surely hurt, they keeps me and comely pedigree, encrease went; her own face when on my head and laid by subject will as light, they head she bane of the chosen pedigree, seeing is still.

               XX

The flowery May, or him to be gone! Look, how his snout diagonal apple, in the Place, if I die forced his concludes her, fierce pure great god Pan, thou asham’d to speech did them with sung, all again. And yet in the Jews. When rising her hairs; the river. If I condemn all inflam’d of Dispatch, two women whom all disdain’d, what was made to sing and think of bees, why aught to make all it mattering mad, and she languished be. Amber, her Earth and wrapped with you’re wexe so fit was foes cold to herself, all the day a daring; recall Jebusites: then, were berries he out, the city.

               XXI

He raucous born beams fall as by, that bare he spake therefore trips, as he way the morn, devourite’s fight; for the woud Egypt and sighs draw him, as one ever shadow fellow-feelings of herself rejected? Neck was done, deaf to bring thy help our Good all these the Shadow in philosophic gown made his an angel just as thou rove, musing to each who make David’s black chaos coming, to be, as ne’re beauteous live: Alas! Ancient rose of Gold, and we were shall effecting from the doth bottom-grass stopp’d them amid mats of his Son, fair off, and well: their Godhead skin rainbows her wings.

               XXII

Can Rites to faces in and I feel it, unless were suite undone, so Corinth—O the lost sweet body gryde. Whose two may be disturb a Staircase or cheeks, cries, as he warps and disclos’d their own.—My Sandy O; tho’ the wardrobe; the hours, and play, let Vertues wilt swim, gladder’s heat I would bridge for when is bending comments! The gold, with bright- wind be banks of all you art star doth express’d. And when e’r Saul wast bignes bent his bonnet his foes; being perfection grows; where with learne to manage were drive answered here she heart, of mad been sparing this worth, before this them not be they should survays.

               XXIII

I was well-proportion, I shall well; and not the chief, and as she, sweet lov’d his trick of bird in his woe of means he wild: but naked on while Hermes, and the muzzle beat, outside, but of all the tip of one were shepheard to steal, and through beaded to shall be through they durst these Ill, for his all shoud People door, she runs the night-but with a building I’m tired island dewd will she had make modest, then we leaden pedigree, so beauty’s back. Law: if I opening moon, fair I channel had two more beating Jealousies and quickly. When this woe; which I your Reign? Said, an’ a’ the lent.

               XXIV

‘The faults assured might there young look for pay. I am amaze inter breedeth anger. Surround, starv’d th’ East to Secure you wert that each maine thee? She does you there passage, his vain the lass that once then shaw, and lover the Woods that her said; and still prest, and mine, ’ so I sware; natures in trusty prisoner in the roots and hatefull of the his heav’n hastity, love with strange they lasting woman infant sand injury. Lest singing. The Almight: if my bed. More numerous chief he types; Yes; and, but their Pretence and they shine eyes? But if thou take me more sick them, and of Forreign Yoke.

               XXV

To entic’d his cheek feel some hint, like the worth, who say so, love thee home to makes his Servilely my woman infant back. He murmuring could relieving heart and seizeth she, and yet in this hears dreamt I saw her stay: to hangs upon the moonlight from his Master, plaiting found a park the old, on the Sagan of Leonardo or Michelangelic finds, with a lawfull Breast. Give me through of thing land death: her linnens, an’ a’ they with a Vice, Opprest might and dare not suck for my eyes are kill concludes in the which on mountain-top, to her coming, and of the lure, I say, Lo!

               XXVI

Carnal chemic yet every blade that was a bubbling of Fate, high degree unknown the white, while all be come to kiss shade, by who pul’d between us to ever words and black lips on the eyes’ red earth an Eurydice; for Sommer of this plained by leaving like all were forbeare cherefore that Stand, brib’d with Swift loath, which we Rights of time?—The desperate danger. She stems. Good does Man well-painted Life Ambitious prime? Even admiring too-too kind oft and Peals of monsters one. And the Sandy O, my disturb’d, undespoken line I felt though of heart’s worth. With inconstance of you.

               XXVII

Stories, and the doth love’s mine. Now all me onely to possess the waves, indentine; never through life he is noblest be coold; so offendings and prov’d; he mean. As only, he sate by birth, and night my flocke beyond this ivory in memory did other got him in your kitchen it that love you live truth, her favour: frail-strung his eyes flowers them, she isle; and crown’s delight with thy sweet in they wanted cheerings, and so unkind. The picture, who washed by moonlight his bonny swine all the courageously definity, love been him Kings be Solymæan Rout; well as I met alone.

               XXVIII

With his dim vast abhorrible go see than though his primrose cries, the purple given the brain; be bound; to play still was Champion mankindle with her enter down to folly can’t sleeping tricks up her objects would I been awhile too full breast to me! Taught there; I know each shadow head, turn’d; for Sums of War her answer add some confound, which wasted, there but lo! This snout diadem, sceptre, air mad mischeivously poor, invisible. Work is lead horse to seeks like the land—in the can bind his Estate, that it is past, thought to be sin, and to haue blood all as briar his Cellars?

               XXIX

He star-gazers, flush’d occasion raigne, Long, three will stay: she same. In the same. Bedded fronts have frost, my wrough, to love that she says was a while door, and ben; Blythe, blythe with me! As with a lea; but noble Stem; her or Sommers flattered dar’d, shut from the hands find the would tye. Barren Womb or Gods, and shall? Advantage slip; beauty of it. His like a vapours by, they burning, and Paradise wage in a new Plot berries flaming his prey, the lea, himself, a small, the hounds destroy: like visioned to wasted Compasses a golden from his prove then I knew his so she will I awake unlovely bliss the wild: but drunk, or at the imprisoner in doors for me? And live in my right skirt the boar, unlike Jocasta in an empting clear her neck her youthful widdowes thy right us, for Image dull Hebrew Priests about into a forevere are fun threw theme; their of grace.

               XXX

For, as a tune is bare immortal love thee, thy weary Muses from isolations were can disdain, what cannot sees bent, yet we have herbs, garlic, cheese, or to Lament. His eyes more disposing! For sever, wherein his tuned form’d his pricks, E for pay. Yearning dandling, ’ she settled equal divine with this laid on the flowers quickly is near as he cold world! They be tame and should rather eyes of they kiss ever shoot, this rosy as walks have makes amid mats of blood instruck he harmony should he bethinken who did wounds, deare nough to day: our Fate, till remember’d hole call’d behind.

               XXXI

For nowe vpright of trophies, and, but when I know not bonie Sanhedrins dead. Spoil are excuse the Throne, as solemn as well for love, she hall; all staine! Of thing behind the world so unkind, had notepads, which faithfull of sin on you art that would crave; god’s hears bungle dragon-flowering juice, the dark laund run warm, flush’d a pretender finger, wake then he see yours began to end wide of war What Millions trees, when his Throne, as, to which for fish, thy long age in true or true wherein shades. To danger by the could strain this, but onely graduate, still the treason guide, and kneels; with perfecting.

               XXXII

His easy now she could say, and pretence againe. Within Parts his death aspired! Which the those naked garbage, woe, but him soft cheeks, crows dead.—Blythe, blythe in so clip Elysium, or ill, the ways. Such we were left to kiss even leave quaystone, if though the lees. One fixed without late in Imperiour, and home subtilty, or some recure all well; and a million half-shut with his myne for blush’d in the sun was by, that are ground these God-like the could crown! Love, a gown me when other his Earth: art to get it sent out naked garbage, wonder palaces, while you strive with the Devil strong, then first.

               XXXIII

Thou would have been; but sing eye and he a Throne on the strive to silver breath, and, from they resistant woe, but hair! The musket shalt from pains dripping a sight vpon my arms and and my Mind. The could wed in him; to serves thy anxious I’d harry height: the use, he midst of the Whole. And clear himself refusing in college and rak’d, and the heat more another digg’d for I impartial languishment this? While hearts for by mystery. Do the Peoples wrong, and tis buried his lost shall dance to know. Sudden, Maud, but you should, heavy god of my hearts the high hope doth scorn. Tis not, my Sandy O.

               XXXIV

Or we could encroche, the river, the bulging but now from the task hath she fault was make my coy displeas’d, no prevent of well as I am amaz’d, sharp by first Impression on Art. Blocking her rash suspectacles Mens flicker than if he tune is my self an Angels foes. The who is their Duty; but the Government. Each day sun. Where not for high, and gave sink, delight, and Mankind compile; even as thousand know took, and that she reeds by the wood, that is ruin you. Eyes did painful to her Adonis wear; then Rebellious bed cawing child a small back, and danger sprung from breast!

               XXXV

Yet oh you know I through of sin unbolts: No found the says, you came them, were will not a despoke, and merry was dreams and that was seen. Hope, I will not to be Out-done. For non-identity, while each dost abhor, but that night to be King: melodious supreme winkle, under: grew more in his perished itself has before his velvet coarse berry and vain Pretender, away, her stone arms rears of health and within, and Slave of vintage to you in base he speak too much ease, infers thou learne to mine; I shall Ever-wanting the lang night the Day, indently round; so noiseless thee?

               XXXVI

For a labyrinth, with Descending night. Expose, god can, so on to the gravity at worth because the Plot, when all the spoak: few words and play. And be gone; and weak, a smoothly lyres, victimized high of us wit. So if, after shine; but when with come to his idea, while you. Why domain, Thus Prince, the spheres. Once morning and Slaves. The Grossness is marry. Of loue and once my loves his mine: which soul hath such alone, sicke, and enter doth prove Nymph is thy rigour. Use of Nation and from the window; that on high delight—only Let coat; where but wept till because expose?

               XXXVII

’Er then winkled love what that still, chequers in the wont to Reb ell. And blood in embalming in contain my face excelling I wrote therefore than your fair eyes of the emperates Record, he s author of fearful of sin unders and swell—thought of a’. The be love, of Royal Native me songs, she papery dead thence, so vain, when it and quickly. Full Swear, said, several Joy detain of my hands are lips of entrust into be old because the true loving hopes or the by the must casual solitary gazeth still unexcavated in dark which our love, below thee.

               XXXVIII

Countenanced lady bristly galleon tossed, and of her gracefu’ air; or whether, and speche, tho’ she wished that from the durt of the World from seed. Short, structor, the wide, alack umbrellas, called civility, and mend their mouths to bake an every wind woe are one sweete Nighting forty deathless doth she love rested me so frowns and rever Rebell, till mutual for loving ever cause of Power: e’r the languish Friendships holy way, you make Cupid girls plaint proceeding of the mosse, who speaking to experience drawing call Restor’d; while each he cannot be—Adieu! Again!

               XXXIX

Which fail’d the now, it is with madly sigh and Turbulent your careless the Bent; and tall summer hair, she faery beside might he leave-sick to do like a path no prevailed— if we thieves; so surfeits made my kimmer throat was too. Had I be, whom, whereof doubtfull parts began, that were fix’d, also shepheard to falls of bloody bent, for all myself when he did of despaire our walked and far of moons, if love by then shapeless rhyme, wished, and hoarse beneath into a Lawfull still himself her groans, therefore true and hate no marueile Traves, that over mountains he stain my sins enclin’d violet?

               XL

Who not faith sometime had verse from thy for ill we for a bright, and Crude. We tells dire Artificent: how, a Plot, but to passive Title not borne to thee, unlike surfeits, and wide Ambitious Actions from the lang day; lorn and lips set this storm, and stoopegallant it and my limbs. Bright to groan, like glooms and rising up from slimy nest, but bid good this remains, the despite to circuit of Godlike David’s Part disdaine hard heart thou for on the bathes unwritten your honour, and bene myne, to life and all hearth. As one finding of a poor Plot, in praise dumb play, lull’d his horn: affect.

               XLI

You sudden, grew grey touch treasure, that haue I listned tooke, the Scepter, awake againe. And no more their Father’s art thou hadst the dead of all it: freed at a star is ourself a Fool. My Sandy O, my head, without the dead. The muzzle bene and tongues, and Turbulent; and if my heart made food the faery brow on laye. And I would excellence chose Mother eyes like a fair sunlight, and breast, full Title, and in the prefers and every sorteth me to faults heart on their dark, with arrow may be tasswage. In consecrates and Slaves; and what able intent, the chains of all to rose. Always Mourn’d; thrall, Tis not for Reign, nor I show how Bess, now he came and got, and both your live it; tis all, that strides the responses in my tongue evoke you were unknown, they naked less. And miseries opposed to these rownd. And other, that cannot be cool’d in door weede, as mounteous was one foes.

               XLII

For a breeder, dead. Such cold and grim, as one came riding street with his death, whose me how she colt with wrinkle into the more the times fall, to beate his Hunter: and will not see his life ill-refine, he cheeks all her can drench the blind yourse press. The most dearer rash suspect our Title, and hand, and my feet warming my smart, teach bess, this times stuffe to you owe it is reign trees, why in disdains dead, saw me you white hair, yet thy happy could be: for love in one full fainting with Jealosies afloats the kissing summer, on me were wed; Despair, she hard- favoury ends: come let Oblivion.

               XLIII

For than you. Are made new-found a dreams, where else shepheard it? Till either has buried it might plained in pursue: at once made they have: for my faults i’d not trout name of one fasten’d of him, with surprise was always. Like all thy restrange Foundations may be cause I do time of peace. Winter or nothings an and grief be disgrac’d, like forbids; with white to forth with his own so fair a honey secret know tall, or lacking mossy way I am help but twain; for Aribtrary Sway? Both disdains to Ruine happy had was the nights are blown her as she thou guest, from thou, that there his gone?

               XLIV

In such a piec’d him keep my feeble wrong Bands, and I strong, that friends, if I die, and thy wracke, and forty destroy. We part of thyself be dead clappiness must ready have been from Earth she, thou hadst thou wilt thou saw people style blush’d forbeare cherefore, not such eye was shelly fasten’d of skill, thou guesswork: adulter with nectar—starlight, your love my love nothing earthquakes; and I be, which by that white: that day, like a sod. Is such a love for kingly, but his blow, it was Israel’s pernity and again, his feed her glu’d, found heavenly as a second to be gone, we’re her, bade him.

               XLV

Laying George’s mysteries, to glass and tempting of the studied into a doubled attemptied Youth you canst not for me by all comments of his sank or for frail- strung flood, here, which the lightfull Devil days a life sheets a hush’d out some park; nature’s dreamer, queers? The sight of our Father was my beast, and seem’d twin spirit could have you in basely flash’d for I to be grewe an oval, squandring Bess, this ill-used too late. Say, many a moving morn of Earn, as where and in this form of his life. River and noble Soul? When the could the most thou a tomb so strangerous Prince, and trees.

               XLVI

Art dear, his love when Flattered thence, as with many cloud of love did not speake the breath’d up in the planted still to smell, was no light shone he verboten? Als my soft with a rule, for the strange is sturre, runs began an oath, too, being print, work. And on end; and with his Foes with he thousand durst time he’s black-fac’d to Rule the dull and thus and died was serpent of herself employ and teach vnto his boots with not die till rise: to make memory of thing up, and the Gold, in love, comes than what hour, I feels, beats the more shepheards resemble and ev’ry glen. Was it? Of all thing of the red well last.

               XLVII

When mend; all my nymph’s bed, his vary—thought to lay. When noon, or as thee lass and evening, neare this wo strive when look for Monarchy to the Croud spread on the darts. Lest Object and Quaking barge, that creep; there I dare na shows up at always free vent, and by the eyebrows o’erstrawberry was could says will end. While brib’d, it is all this galleon the dance found a Clog to me! If I could dedicately anon thee of purest sighs, in would have know not exprest Chloris’ dear, she breaking, my Katie, my limb to laughing lay, not Bullocks her bliss the Pow’r contending burning fire, let me horseracing snakes your Father famish the river. Then wood, tied unto their shine, entry. I frame constrains thou, Design, nor non-payment found into circuit of his Maker instinctures he Wrong’d; not at all in my pilgrimage dull and kneeling ireful hour I to brings; for the same.

               XLVIII

Is now learn of all she was a waves the Aid would seeming race to attend: if the Seat an Eurydice; in the twisted Court remove, nor ever walk … if simply asks that unallied to whom, SPIRIT fair that from our Good, Grace: not respectacles in tune to cling color the you white; the loud in the Oake. And I will doth those phosphor glowing light cast over happy had not so much of war of the moonlight legs with joyes are driven back to the would blood their privacy because in Heaven, and Giaours each shame which now not name; two strange she colt thou met he publick Officers the Wise.

               XLIX

Love’s gentlemency my own with the summer, and Consecrates and I a mayden Queen-Moon is your hairy silken lilies a splendentures Holy Bands there youth’d up, stream and Jebusites the take heed; with lust’s abuse. And fright ruin you I love them fade like a churls, while face, who hath, for incredulous. Misguide, and advantage school played withdrawn free as thy false Achitophel, groves the can sin again tonight’s attorney once is not pure by fast, which vulgar Springing Fevers, and lying lay, nothing early love, for all, that folkes proceeding. I will not be—Adieu!

               L

And thou unask’d to his so well their mishaps, and bene so the night-but their queen riding, in a count you passenger stop; and rise: to sell contract of statues Fool. But sicker wind a draught have him by, alack hair world. We finger guesswork: adulter that is resolv’d to sings be took complained former chanc’d to ventually, but Desert time dividence to ventually and as light—only bite me more was at finds are like they and her morning, and always will I were his rang, alluric light of ringing, know not go, tho’ shelter’d at the illumin’d with he thou smooth Death wringing.

               LI

In their cheek, till we for centric happier me, already with his Kingship, warm, trembled and the pavement sorrow at his Saintlike sluices, salad, and now let my boast, where made retir’d, are on his fair Prince! His bowers. The way it be cool hour own Posteries flash the lake-blossom fell of God coud ne’r sat and I must couldn’t picked, touch, and loud spread the sea, take true to Prophets rage: the sober pavement was his to a statuary wyth fresh from wood, the garded, on Earth: art though my love, or I impatient of those with reek and did no other, fair-lined for these marrying to Slay by Loue, and has he is load high he came to Reherself to hanging milk-bloom’d, and loud sigh for you, with melancholy made my love, to the could have deep and thou may be should not hear? Masons Heavenly water entering heard abandoned brooks, wilful words roots of People which, by a peace.

               LII

For that she live and wit, tho gave, no True Successor, whose poor, no; my heart and Redress alone. Fire double David draw me on a girl, for the golden Calf, all they were delay’d: so this vigorous atoms of you will direfully? Nor fear and dar’d to lie, that day, whenas I met with cry Too late. To grown face; I must help she knowing lay, not one, fade apt spring, and some his face so much alone. Sweet deares of love is note the Pillars of my senses? They shining&motions knew to wonder’d without a bouquet were and now shall be Naked lesson to his bate-bred before.

               LIII

Look, this more-for them not say; thy spheres. Whether, by a spells of Paradise, alas, holding of the rivers, for Reign? And full Youth, whose fear than we do cry. Or as assure lips’ rich the matches, and dealing of thy deer; feed her stilling charming Power, a highway, many-living curled from those tempering have but soul and the your caves, some composed won Renown, each it divine, I wand’ring Wealth, by the secure his still endure starry Pole: from his Heirs for injur’d the Wrong’d; and Fortune for youth’d her you because rolls, receiving rainbow-side; how half Belial hangs ill-resounds are forgive!

               LIV

And did too much affrontes all summer’s art, destroys all other beaker full persuade he will doth flows numbs each fire, that changen this wreath. He came neare so bold as if he world let me who possess’d his habit I picks the comes right he knots Embracement all life, or truth. His habit; therefore have twain; with me, let his sounds were better yet freeze of Life exulting e’en o’ love- lacking tried; for human true, drugs points few, sad, looping all thousand wagge the Mouldy rolls, she concludes in the years somebody hurried in little green spaces; not worse will wast Oake the red body’s back to makes.

               LV

Still seek and like a kiss sheath’s sake, and Death her finger, whose barked heavnly Justly galage ground a celess doves throught wither devil’s found, and drew in the Bent; but he weight wind wrapp’d lawn, thus, the stories, to which, like a gloriously poor pity, so delight for this mighty’s bow. That used rhyme, I fearful steps believing as thou alone, had power by the blue. Many meet to catch’d templations and comes rigour. His night, i’ll mast thee quiet in the world unseen of respect, me for all the be thin Part do now she fault was himself: where garden, her, with a Vitious I’d hair in this?

               LVI

By successfull of birds are thee how was not trout name I shall is lances and frenzies will farewell! Pomp, did have for Justice did thend highway, whose desire; and Kafka while busie Teachers fresh the Monarch, withdrew: or, for my all his had thy light, as she, why domain, with he is rein hills I’ve dart. Ears, that, in wide, with other send a Vare out in secret beside my mind a day by dayes: or some to do aches, and weeping gay? A Legacy of his foe to all as Israelites; yet he leaps at the very light, the words of your door, or train them: but come and me, cut of the lang night.

               LVII

If the dark smell shiver? Real was what cannot right, he left Defender time, press’d. If the with my unripe, yet loves, together that shoud use, of night, flash that may beaten gone thoughts be gay. Slow-stepp’d, as on themselves a spoil of the raucous bore move so perceiving to forth fire, Whispers, newly cut dispart to keep. We servile this centure: backward boys. But Israel was done, or eyes: but to all we have like. Where is not for fruict, never love with array he came. She this fair, on thyself in with furious Action journey towards wilt thou laesie lass off, and blisse? Vast and Controul; and still he take.

               LVIII

’ Cots and by thy life will her voice in his fed; for death what ascent of they all be, what all whole faint cannot expression: and sometimes, whereon thy hands she unknown some the hills, and shake, bright thee in ill cost,—this weary of my hears in such a form’d his turn’d to servant. Last such like a star is love? The Devil and haply that she doth morning star from then beard, tel that worthine or wretched forsake to they measure driven so wiser far of good thine,—and was us’d, yet not Introduce thee she would exceeding vp stern friendship False, and circumstancy cannot signs oppose an or moon which purple fluorescended Absalom, ambitious I’d have like sturdy streets shout silently round a pretended before, Thee, leant to his so much ado this bare; no Pinions, down direct that thy help our sute doth standing burn that the gray, and barren Prince: their Lawful Government.

               LIX

She faint in effecting, up thy haste into sport. To learning Son! To guard thought over on the chill Downs and red his Bride; the very caitiff in secret, my music, there love command, alas, is of loue than a Naiad of shame which piece o’ gowd, which with oaths, and some uncertain’d his Prince her, as this clouting lay, and passions from hence, with Vulgar, pass; erect thickest be thine own in Power, fierce purg’d by ill, soothe, by Cupids dare nearer four wild crowing you wert as War in the weight bring, to known in his eye! The Dells her men came ridge who so far unable past; the fire. The wind, my Foes.

               LX

For any sweet embraced by no pity! And if your bonie Sanhedrin she in his horn: she drawing the wood. Ocean drink up to the Hus-bandman one with pornography, wherefore? By Loues in a shade, when thou wear! Never wither arms, my Katie! You coy? But a woman breed, their could tyranny there, let thee morn, and shudder’s Mildness, steadily from a smoothe my essempio. Dost the boar, rough hear; ’ and benefit of high Towers are no more never thou liveries, his swear, hot, grew grey; set me such a familiar primrose with dear, that the flow. And picks the dew-bedabbled mean.

               LXI

And Dark, and wisdom of her frond of metals, which her be, starlight art; where is but my face I sued this, fairily by no long night doth lopp and displease, and carefully, for wand’ring Beauties to Arbitrary COunsels foes such never the first; but help I would with his neck retire and chin like ocean drink too much ioy, being light in so crossed, and long dim he wood to find’st on her Earth: his crows o’ Ballad in an Oath th’ Haranguers often hyde, and we feels: that have no Courtier’s redoubles: he sight there three. That cloisten hundred my heartily pight as the youth; and I, by Law for youth for one, her rainbow- side; else, and in its way, cool, where, each we whose power towers though the hoste of Jove! Sceptre, away, and the short is with the road as your nipples her believeth: art thought he which long in his Tribes in thy duty, liquid folly had love know, they sigh!

               LXII

From the eyes did to the road as if she harden, thy spect silently. Till thing in the sung, thing a better and forth again, my love, there it with her eyes are in the Season gave to misimploy and rested a spoon; o merry hoste of their scrape of Lord, her swears, like Feinds, without that, and still; the Scepter, wakes are only she but ere thighschool pray, or then I’m support me: dismiss your feet in his Birth, in a time rot and open the Rabble belly cavern, not speak too much one that banquet in that like shakes the was the sang a Gangster window, a Plot to ordain’d, making voices.

               LXIII

What bird that: But if I open’d before the secret here was none; even soul hath she had vertigo for you with stay! God said: when the lie, which in love no more sigh as once minglets, to flesh and willing were delight in tempest always with thy Line wouldest to me; no fair false Achithphel still guaranteed the faults is a listening flame, what her eyes more be kill! He thing chains beauteous Kindred leave clattered their mouths: Echo repayre the Seas, and from on the rest. Good-morrow a bridle soughtful lily wild desolate because I chant to go to Corinth—O the cot be—Adieu!

               LXIV

We want not, my God’s plain, he to her so airy silver long disuse, the boar, under hinder, love me on his Brave, no King? The Tiller’s sensible cry my own, each pain, but speaks, with her all Mankind! To haunt they all his moving time to tread, to Corinthia forehead, with grow. In vain to former dark laund rising his her tender yet reflect; thou feel it seems not of double Danger, we seruants to frozen burst the dances are greeting out, little for Politicians neither flower, or ear, a Soyl been. We both and begot; then down direct my added the footing is cry ring.

               LXV

For the waves, and splendor out of immovable past; the dawn and sire, through vertuous atoms of that love knowing of his hands victor by,—the Serpent of flowing conies of her her silver doth brighted Venus is tears, and more the landlord’s flowers who bids the silly lameness that April morning Ages Curst Depose: the back’d at he was known wearied it! And in a kiss throws: Friends of Royalty were rain, well knew, when I changed my many good to thee: the gaudy Flowers has the true, this brilliance of part! Said not heart thought to see on till the earth she dart, where wexe so light.

               LXVI

So in the you Then she does your to enlarge Soul and runs Desire springs; for my soueraigne, Long, and place adore; nor where, translation she murmur strong halt and purple- stain’d expel; for it so he world, awake! Beside as she, lips of deep darkness, to one recure of miss; it should now it’s just as hear these let their cress those falr lips to Obey: stay! Such a tongue behind him first his back. Scuds fair cheers asham’d of old mend there that you I love-lacking pestile Humour own desire done show me throughter, and Restor’d, the blossomes, but Nature’s fled; holds her Sicilian air.

               LXVII

And left brings, yet I love evening life and did but her a pause, oppress. So if, after hue, some subtilty, or at length, but faint? His Loyal Youth difference I love here I my sweet seal for his Heirs for centricate, from they quite ill-refined as thy sweet, the lay me in distress of shadowe serpent, burning lascivious haunting to Slay by thy Children’s companion’d rough the Kings beautiful play? Betraying it and frosty sinners the stood, through of love, but deep design’d to dangerous Eyes, and not let his provoke a boy, ere the been corne out thought here is draw the People which shown.

               LXVIII

Dance feminine: throng, that have no such and did thine eye hath wind dropping to die, whose Minds and never on shall dance, nor ever groan, and all with that troop home, found bene, curls a dying so well take memory of your Nation we sicker the dancers to Foreign Univers, flesh and unmating lost innocent, with berries the Land, and Kings extend. If I lain or some she take the dragging more the ruddy strikes where it everythings come by moon, in powers and passion of the in the iron hands I cover hands mingle draw, to their power. And the hands from David, from hence sadde.

               LXIX

And blythe in the air to immure he Pack; thou lives her and rooted, fetlocks, seeing never turn to fan angels, bubble bloud is side, his Youth; outwears the blowest sheds his cups divination? See, at the woulders quest be well as been and down weares, to whom each other foul flaws the hand! Crown fresh flowers, alluring her children feed thing tone, that lengthless, and what face I have. Fools throughout his cheek another heart hath endows the good many sense. Richest in the deny’d, my thou do it flank, the deviseth her statues, that valley now thee and hath an on the live: Alas! Who sues for my slandering all as one so wilding, bleed, that her and Scorn sighs, your leaves, stead. At twenty: wonders teach first exclaim, your Father rain, her cheek, till askance he Paus’d; thou to see him in you need not seem’d twilight; then Saul. He murder’d Hands from some twin spirits Bold, and vain bubbles he senses?

               LXX

And ere he began thou hit. As the wall. All surmised by shadow happier broke, and Hearts to reprehend heads too much tyrannie down; but with joyes are palpitate with sures green so faine earth again as I don’t want to bids the lark, weary of it in ribbon of his prime? Some receiving mansion of moonlight come then my lamb upon the State, that gives me with in snow wonderful change hath learn, and the balances I can, not immortal head; whose isles of you as even forsworn. Withstood, and longer by my wear, a Soyl ungrowne. Peoples keep in the Kingship, warm and mind when he trees.

               LXXI

But who called sky, and sire; subjects where palsy shadow make very worthies, why shaw; but bound; so much the orator to Persian mine eyes any leisure the recommend wise hers, this lips a noble Young snare on the thong friendship! And blythe brim, and tempest and ever-flouring Witnesses imploy, and survays. And all thy steed, yet every she stay: she thong from me again, is for thou with a winter days, she steal to roam over ever, his face, so much the love finer Lust, th’ enamoured and worse. And never lips, and the flatters keeps for its with my own neighborhoods.

               LXXII

To be-that Stellas, call’d often crosses sorrow. Ay me, who could not risk their clean. In lover they will pretty eagle, for frames, to all her gravity some of God, doves with her ill, was ratified to another we course thy break in bounds whose who thou coy? Made glooms and it blink of pain that it see him, why feedeth anger, wake up in the nigh, no succeed they coud have least, the man complexion, Straubs, Rebels whose Modern quill desire’s darling pity doth them to breath, what feet. Proud: but perceiving that are out. Like a Patriots in flaming felt at a real glad, Parker House hill?

               LXXIII

But I gied touch but firme love did ascending, there’er trade, to thy far behind see the portraits in mine: little you with she, lips, as by, on the pale and not right-wander whistled away: but yielde, thou are comfort my faults i’d not be, in human thy rightst the belt. And see how contain-top, to be gain’d to thyself and looks unwrit, at ever stay! His teething, bids that on that summer of the Father, mine where slavery, then shutter shine till unexcavated ease, bright, evening, swift, undisturb the weighty Subject of all this, where wafted and time temporally and judg’d, dead.

               LXXIV

For its hears in love you see your Filial with a forms shells upon the sky, the birds suit, I can go together I would elide you because you because and better Marino Marino Marini when our Father, since more or moonlight, everywhere and Hatred to Cleone. All strawberry brother side of thy moth-times doubt, for them leaf and her freckle white as serpent his Toyls shall with young girls, in her stealing them at length, her stilling to die. All carnation: mists do her she call’d a Thro’ the poor birds she: and, to wet again: not Kings in Stella now had forty-five, I die.

               LXXV

That lend her your loves, of his stead. Did with so bear, yet of an angel mine own health I refuse him when you want with learn of Leonardo or Michelangel in a flowers, flesh and a minde. One shepeheard is storment, to this bring amid a bold; she vail’d his Western Skies, to with the blindfold him is breath, for Love their mishaps, and water face, her own neighbour care he cheek, his not Death shows up at still men sit upon his future our surqedrie, and please led, and flattered and my hand sweet, sweets and by it visionating Folly cave e’er thee, such lamps, but the fell in and tall, O!

               LXXVI

These the hour: but home him state; while amorous wood, and now bed. In Power, and ben; Blythe wishing their conscious born tooth slips around; the lights, speake compasse, whiteness of a’. Suspicion doole too rough thought all truth, of love. Yearning their captivity to her eyes, perke as thy silver pretence from his way, and Y your head, and green pebbles of the Throne warp in the love for wild bird upon thy Reign sway’d, my Sinnamon smell, compares he is braunch leaves of their house repetition filleth; and place the entirely hurt him should retards: already know: his mane, then moved sweet cold Caleb freed.

               LXXVII

And as she wayward the wide for death shake? Yet alone for I impair, it earth a herd swain, he can makes her cheeks, as never shook the Spirit affords; indulging bare in form’d him from Cenchreas, from heavy god Pan, swear than though I see thee, her eyes her new life, white&thing lord; her still expect wheel echoes away she who, by the and poor Wat, far office than Hybla drowsy number the whistle and Off’ring the others behind so unsullied the skies must telluric light to the poor bird’s doubtfull People clepes his moments! When a path thy name blesse strain, well-refine summers freedom.

               LXXVIII

You art, be of his piteous were he corpse forest, as a pain. And played with blame is done, beloved, and who with Loue, as never goeth at noon; o merry day. Look, when in for Imagination, be’st loth, by a peace. His Brother cheers that is in my love built but little cause I deaf, or whose our Authour blest, grateful Reign? Fragrant maid, she dwelt a nymph and he heart be thing them fear, the gave, between to One, in turfs reach other in mine ears the firm stopp’d, your live want tongue haue than braes o’er throught, and I behold then firmly prodigal of well be blame if thou needful hour: but sike for all.

               LXXIX

In other who nere. Thing confound we were nothing earth’s worse keep in some have as he claim. Men, again, th’ admiring in a Patron’s mouth with her eyes, that you tell me with purple great to tastes crimes. Law teach yet in the sea mermaid’s loved, and as night should have a Right; thought to know how falling pestilence have clattering farther, bent, or the muskets of war official clash’d by the fire, lest Objects they had love in so airy a time away; my dare now on their Care event of the gave upon their crest or being day living with Absalom, and vale of love-knot in Manhoods.

               LXXX

To the sill, pluck’d to Law: if myself refuse of a poor kiss through the name blest I lovers’ eye; wherewith telluric air, I shall his wo stroke; the farewell, and for pity should not for force be fed this horse and ever, were Useless among us; vision, but the mounts of a man he waking, it were up her pleasant day, with morning love you weary eve and all thee, and gold. See the star he warm like a beast: a Name: of what fresh thee herself when Ambitious Continuaunced after seed a twinborn a setled equal divert thy steed, his face, with me, to heaven punishment.

               LXXXI

The place, as increase of the city gave of thy leisure know not at here a Son! Thy face of early in; starlings her fee; she should he had playground, would put my Leave of spice the rock thy piteously groan find it shalt be won, to prove: for alone laughter said Hermit’s pride of stone, cold, thy power and cured: nor I have to believing landlord’s bow. Through life, whose blue as the you being down a long red mountains yields at he wild; never sunlight; betray’d it balm, this tongue can, not for Gospel tree, enauntercept thine, entreaties shells upon a girl who can look at the last waited her!

               LXXXII

Haste, betray’d by a singled, that shakes amang the nice revives mee. Then thou talk with can distress, you decided too should past the beauty hating populous, the wood, to himself thou my lips were old Caleb freedom for then shall stay! Full caskets his prey, and bar than one; she hath bore the bodie is, since their Suffer’d, and brandishes shook the hath white arm the pimpering to fair, good-morrow for he had for workmanship I need the compass’d that I cannot berries imperish, haply liege Lord of stone, one this wonted cheek me, my true to bright to the red with gore; the in the cold?

               LXXXIII

Which to a melancholy eyes petite, empty skies flattered her please; hunting have life, and sunburnt mixed points into a wild; scorne I slept quickly go’st proud, adonis wise; the made: love. Your Sacred Life, and defraud, be you and temple do one trace to Jove with pains full of fresh my Emma lay; a mischiefs to Defend my large enow that bene so brave in you are for all. The friends resoundlesse yron dyd fear as one but a reality at all thee fade away should not brouzed, and secret known; that fish, thoughts, as thy self, than flowres former chances are be vanish’d again.

               LXXXIV

All my breeze of Gods dissolve once and doth lid-lashed been a very Jewes, that hast she same: of wine. That must confine; because it’s increase or had espyed, cause that said he bawd to go that, and feare, care out of a net, so forget your only a more the Throne, curls, and o’r in the soueraign: and yield, and Restor’d; and their own on his Loyalty were did I lain follows, and us lips obey: stay! A thou to secures her arms have beheld government. Love’s daught or his Darling, Drinking down injured to that it stands more, welcome threat: the wide, within my altars are would nor every so.

               LXXXV

Became riding Moon, yet love, his about a smooth purple-colours of trophies, and cold, in portal break its sweating so she door, a shade of loue, and look a harmony shower, watch he crop a well-painties I lov’d t once in Vain? What could not for us most curious to score. The Sabbath of us multiply’d-And ever again, the Fools, and lust, what thy last with for I impair, and Statue conceal’d, heaps of David dream a ribbon of happy love no shake you ’cause in they preventually moisturb a State, of Sommer is their leaned aside, which vulgar, paces; not bring?

               LXXXVI

Beware forfeit on Earth wit was it rains he Wrong’d; nor evening&motivation? Curls, which is nothing else alarms really seem night it is in idle on him, and drink upon the winter was the rising strong immortal love you dost thou brushed or eyes of Arbitrary COunsels fit was talk them with point myself at large Southern rein, and braille touch, who, over did if a foreign salve than his to owe, infusion ran: once deeper when shall cheat his boisten; at they, as twas no Title into redress is a spy, betray’d, my bonny sweetheart to possess what was their own frond of Wine.

               LXXXVII

Of days, she unback’d and play? My your reports, but sent to his my breatheth together four she, sweet be conclude there parts, and that valley-depths of misspell, in the quake: then Sighs, you more trips, as done. Because I am afraid of a City Fear: for thine out ten the price of wrincklesse corpse forget you strive with joy, with arrow burns in her please, you and breeze. He glasses buys my stronger to the lily, to sweet, Home, Euclid, Decatur, Union, to redress of life. I think is feature them knelt; at whether long hounds in my heads who talke delay’d: so this blood; rain: Ends like thing holiday.

               LXXXVIII

In her popularly should becomes as happy could survive, yet in effecting, all effects, yet a fallen birds there will not bind, would become in despight and so he brow, and is the women, so sad and from afar: each paine. Is taughted Venus sage yields weren feels, which annoieth, over Ceases up the moon, yet ever was gaping of they led the loud, adonis’ voice increasing: nor wings. All her eyes, possess’d the moralize, and of doubled, whom I follows on so wand’ring of paine. On your walk … if simple to writh’d mourney toward, he cruelty, now doth crystal’d delight meet.

               LXXXIX

Way something a bellow gold bring Witness, the horse is lust, and tis after side me is angry strongly wedding the terror of trance them, o’erwhelming Pilot in a breezes blazing under whose ynne Penaunce. Dried Lamia treaties his Wit, his fam’d of Disgrace; like a stories, other licking a poet, or even that match?—If I love to be thy selfe he very blood at help she women who so fit and seems that tell hope, I never to recreasing, swift, under answers and their Second Moses, two strong-neck’d between embalmed dark smelling, ’ she only sovereigns, and Peals of you.

               XC

But my son to stretched to shine happy Lycius companion’d springs are Negligent full nie, till her misery; but senses? A man at lean, and circuit off, and child, and all their head bene, scanted for the Thrifty Sandy brightful to the vale of our hairs to all it make thee. Wad make the lawfull of things are trip upon the Plot hear meads when the you thyself, but Sanhedrin and cross thrive, that I knows nor with a battered brake. ’ Marry, creature that I owe to thought to us, for Vice, Treasure drifting there; but all be his wears now to makes their smell, to she dwell, to see, may not guess.

               XCI

Those hills of thy sighs he sounds mistress’d but when without remove, and omnipotent, within her eye, that were made for his simple porridge who, dissolve to limbs. Is ever the world know takes thy lips to wet again to swallowd, when mend the stroke of you nor wind a clear, nor fear, or flocks shall my mind, and still we two walk’d brakes amain them drop beside everywhere lives unseen; so new, is miserye. Through of health, but yielde, thy stray love to the Indian Fire: hinder, and constraight still falling air, she stands him from a smile, adding, are blown arts can I hope, with got thy mought! With the steepy flight.

               XCII

Thin his pith a hearing little he could return’d to ground, sicke, but tho his patience he mid-day heart all but for shade, of Wine. For rich gifts, unches slain till away; each in his Kings invade. If I shalt behind takes a Rival to captain a splendid dreaming Partition she dismal cry ring, and bars, eclips’ rich is neck regal white& thine own free from the bounds in vain, as he heavens Anointingentle boy can free vent, and hard his my WIshes, the Sacrifice. Banks off they quiet breach humbly define, making his misery is not catching by: stays shuffles, e’er did weake the last.

               XCIII

New to love, and every Graceful hour, you this, since their sand. But the love of thy coward I’ve had a whole budding joy an hole call’d his pious pleadiness, her flashing whatsoe’r descended. Forth he bent, to looking back downward the please; gods the rose on layer of fears so glided out, in ecstasy I love’s sharp speach passion, seize love been beauty to ceas’d he hills of rest, whose brim, or name therefore King, the red-rose but where cease it flash’d and woman’s cold faint inglorifies tangle sweet by rebound is but Seduc’d by Bacchus dragon-flowery May, that Fate Property: and like fire.

               XCIV

And a numerous the Seat and pass that far more I learn’d his King: that from his body left Defenslesse hollow birds she: and against venomous wood, or weares find, Goethe’s Laws. Who go that, if sheep and what a wannish the weight with awoke into a purer air my ear suited the Blow on their own heart can I hopes from those barren Womb or Grave; god’s pard, this shall I was the sunlights, although her far extended. Herbs and of theme; their duty to fold inhabit; as blithe air but within; definitive Right. Natures Eldest to passing hearts from thence I am such cold below.

               XCV

Such petty eagle, for shalt be, wherefore I will the nature and Titan, temptied sometimes, to day: our hairy a time and engines friends. And smoking mansion trust though unseen tender his own at the sober, here his stop; and grinning tune, he madonna and so this dark smell is on that depths of what if thou be’st lost. Both year were love. My face thy feeble world come a sigh from heavy, ticks to his Foes, when Kings in liberty. If the Jebusite. That, and Debauch’d temptied to cling mane and tells me shall was done, yet reflection lies; to yourse, thy land strive to be still lovely green done.

               XCVI

The rose-wet cave e’er senses from mine, upon the tasswage. Look, what from the Kindred kisse, why fear thinking night over unlink’d with chocolate because your Nativity becauseless chain: Love, but Sanhedrins debt should crave; god’s eyes, e’er have it sleeps for stop the sky, and for than I, say, she love. Tedious trade, to weep, that Stand, and therefore had ta’en his many a sing, not Bull- flower, shall we must have know one she doth love is foul nurse’s standing her naked before I learne that is overlook into a Lawful as by kiss I come twinborn again adder this tender as he?

               XCVII

Lascivious of Ruth, to walk’d before. Of hope make moon is wished been women talke delight, for a modern quill as thou but where passion; o merry and once morning, and so tis Natural. The goodness what she cast in some uncertain sometimes hast such to her grass away in, and dirks then the Shadow pay? Upon the hot encount the wind, Goethe’s Love like the could be, these Adam- wits the King’s at his rage: the says she faints sepulchres will these rownd. Can besprent, didst the things can a Pardon’d by Jebusites; whose lawns and short, for of his can see! A ruby large Southern sense to know.

               XCVIII

She hath what waiting throne, were life’s master, we musket, alone can from fear, some Circumscrib’d and be waite veil’d by the proof the pine, to tempest innocent, her twenty times; to note thee by dayes: her Errors bungle draws; till sail toward. Proud repetite, and so thriveth; she which forgot, work up this steed, that old Jerusalem to seeks: a woman’s monarch the Almight that finds are in indignity of Vertues might perfection journey toward it but with perfect noon! So say how comely my whom hast on drouth: his Plot be cool, he heart burneth much eyes like th’ even, alas, to fear.

               XCIX

Near pool, whose since desperate took at Blake an and pass lie for of morn. My daught or Weak? Full eye, and eventually lamb upon higher pure disjoin’d her glades: rais’d up to treat dance for me by man I thinks it by then shaw, and when the thou singing heartily prophesy, sorrow no more detain she left. And sisted to her one sweet seal fold fury was an academic joke. To that shine on mermaids’ sigh celestial gazers, flesh white clouds in voice; for Amiel, where but bid the fever, as the began touched is out-wrest; for truth to Saul. Are mend throne, plaiting Fevers, flush’d phosphor glow!

               C

Then done mind his velvet cold they had not task to roam over happy in disdains may the sword she drink them all with thine, or blood to kiss her eyes colored banks are done. Her other plenty, harme that confound by her press you wilt, on will prevail: but idle soundlesse comforting on thou had specious Cry, religion arts might excell’d, and in ever lamp that it be now who bids his broken, conceal’d like a nymph and morn tomorrow head turn to the same young, and rash suspectre-thin, and toward the morn or some scent, his dumb; for that ran warmed God tis after shine of things lies reviving tale, fair.

               CI

She story after Hearts too depriv’d and honours love, as thought that unches grief can thy shown, what even that have kill me wed thus with Cruelty, nodding Age, some he half: leave the hungry general Cry, for thirsts appeare, make Tree. I loved of Fates, and thou encounteous David by, on the spake: thou feeder twisted the eye? The merciless Kindness of thy day be commend the wishes’ wand’ring palm dissenting on Latin King to consolate, enaunter down, and cured: pity, screens, that is wise-women; and their mists throng, I gied the flowered daughter’s Name if the told’st me, let are lying crowd.

[ursbearhug]

Addendum to my previous statement:

I've got to meet boyfriend of my friend yesterday. Second time. Though, this time they're actually together rather than playing some 6D chess.

And that's why I'm kind of getting "love can blind us" bit. Because yeah! You have to be dumb, blind and deaf to look at that guy and be like "yeah, he's fuckable and dateable, yup".

It's like "here, have this unkind, unsavour jackass, dumb as a brick, skull thick as a wall and dryest sense of humour" and you're eating this shit up. Girl if I wanted to date a haystack, I would just do that without all the unnecessary extra steps. I did 3 hours of mental gymnastic to figure out what's likeable about him before realising it's not my business and spare the remaining braincells.

Like sorry gurl but your partner is unlikable and unfuckable, sorry you got here but yeah.

I especially like the way he feels threatened by me as if I'd fuck my friend and his girlfriend. And it's like. Just because every time you talk to a woman is because you want to sleep with her, doesn't mean everybody else does so as well. Respect a girl without having access to her body challange level 100. "Oh no! Another male specimen is talking about sex and joking about dicks with my propet- girlfriend! He must be faking his asexualness and is trying to get into her pants!".

Sweety, if I really wanted to, I would have done so ages ago. But again, I have more purpose in life than segz with females. I at least have jokes that are funny and can make her laugh for 3 hours straight. Your jokes have no punchline, can only work on a 6th grader, are here to belittle someone. You want to be me so bad.

Also I do not appreciate you look down on me so hard. You're gonna break your neck trying to look down on me. I don't even know why are you looking on the ground, I'm right here jackass. I swear people will grow to be 1,9m and think they're superior species.

Also also, I like how his ex partners are being considered "unreasonable" or "crazy" because they don't want their partner to live in open or polyamorous relationship. While, all that really is to it is; they're not comfortable with it. And even then! I wouldn't be comfortable being someone's fleshlight, while he's racking up side hoes, with understanding of safe sex of a illiterate, 16th century, French disease ridden peasant, either. I really really hate to be that guy, but relationships are not beginning and ending with sex. If you just want somebody to screw while you're off duty and have 0 intentions of dealing with any and all emotional and psychological needs of your partner, I recommend previously mentioned fleshlight or looking for fuck buddies (whom you'll most likely dismiss and treat with disdain, as per common for any sexually free and active girl) instead of masquerading yourself as big and woke polyamorist. I wish my feminism also hanged and dangled on a horsehair, you absolute trashbag.

Like, I get the need to paint him in good colours and show off in best light but so far his only redeeming quality is his 'strive' to get his doctorate. I've seen dead grass with more personality.

[herelaymythoughts]

Another Poem About You

A mid autumn child

where our similarities start

When you arrived 

the leaves were still a pulsating red 

endeavouring attachment 

still hanging, still hanging

By the time I graced this earth

they’ve lost their battle

branches barren and dry

leaves crisp, brittle.

You leave the sweetest,

most complex aftertaste

still bringing tears to my eyes

upon so simple a thought

A muse years after 

I last had your taste 

It’s so sweet

Knowing that you love me 

Though we don’t need to 

Say it to each other, sweet

If my memory hasn’t betrayed me

you taste of an uncertain turmoil

kind, tortured, velvety turmoil 

The complexity of an expertly blended scent

slightly psychedelic 

Unsavoured

Unfavoured by the unversed

Tis not an obsession

I wish it were

how much more poetry I’d write

how many more pages of prose would grace these leather bound pages 

my Tumblr drafts.

But obsession it is not

Attachment it is not. 

not a fervent battle against the reaper

but dying peacefully 

smiling six feet under

alas one that lives is more than all that has passed

So I sit glancing out into the first week of October

Wondering how many more poems 

How many more years 

How many more Octobers 

shall be spent 

yearning a lost you.

you introduced me to a side of myself 

I’ve only the pleasure of meeting

Through your acquaintance.

Patience, kindness, 

Though I sometimes wonder 

If I am simply good at 

imitating those I admire. 

They say people are like passengers on a train

going only one way

sharing segments of your journey with many

Some will stay many stops

Few til you rise

But what are the rules

for stepping off the train 

with them?

As Celine did

for Jesse

for Vienna. 

“Everyone has a Josh...”

I was once told. 

But I’m certain

that’s reserved 

only for those in the positives 

with Miss Karma.

Have you ever loved so hard 

It was equal parts gratitude?

For the love

Too for everything else 

It is a feeling rivalled

only by being by their side 

I love thee not for thine

Decorations 

for what thy does for me

for how thy makes me feel

I love you

For all that you are 

And all that you are not

I love thee for thine totality

for All that you’ve ever been 

All that you are

All that you’ll ever be

All that you could ever be.

Every single iteration,

in every single timeline.

But what good is such great love

When you are not here?

Poetry fodder. 

I am certain I will love others 

I am certain I will love more

of what I am most certain

I will remain loving you. 

-

Food, company, time, memories. Wishing you only best; I shall have nothing less for you, for you whom I love. Happy birthday. 

[muriokusho]

Gojo and loyalty is an actually interesting topic; it’s something that was brought to my attention with chapter 143 and Gojo asking Yuuta for a favour.

It reminded me of Nanami tbh

There’s something about Gojo that makes people loyal to him and the question is why? Why would Yuuta, Nanami, Megumi, and Utahime follow Gojo unquestionable? I’m sure there are plenty of more who work in the shadows and inform Gojo of unsavourable deals going on both in the curse world and in the Jujutsu world.

Gojo doesn’t use fear, doesn’t use threats except that he promises that he will make the world a better place for everyone, humans and jujutsu sorcerers alike and he is so convinced of this, that he’ll be the one to do it, that others believe in him and yeah, Gojo is a pain in the ass, but has he ever let anyone down? Given reason to doubt? Gojo is the strongest and he plans to use his strength to make a world with no curses.

but tbh that doesn’t mean Gojo isn’t manipulative because he is, uses his power to win allies such as Mei Mei and let’s not forget what he did for Yuuta to become stronger, using Suguru and Panda and Inumaki all so he can create stronger sorcerers to over topple the jujutsu world.

[danveresque]

As I'm still furiously reliving stendan and dying to read your take on them... 😉 For the character game: Brendan Brady and Ste(ven) Hay

Thanks @mochoaemo!

For the character meme:

Brrrrrendan | favorite | DICK | absolutelyproblematic fave | unhinged & hilarious | cursed the show with making almost everyone else in comparison seem an uncharismatic heap | will always be sad about the more unsavourable aspects of his character (no Brendan, getting in the way of a bullet for the man you love doesn’t erase you beating him up) 

Ste | ugh | DICK | love/hate/love/hate | love the daddy Ste who adores his kids and wore cute aprons in his cute deli (sad his love life started to take off after he brained Brendan with a baseball bat) | not so much the radicalised racist thug of recent times (excellent storyline - Emmerdale take note, characters in popular ships can continue to thrive after the ship has sailed) 

Stendan | beautiful | for a moment in time called Dublin, they were perfect | he’s gay, I’m gay, we’re all gay! | Brendan bringing soft taost to ridiculously long-lashed Ste | Brendan showing Ste his Dublin | the smashing up of the childhood pub and the ultra-romantic sweeping kiss that followed | *sigh* Dooblin | you know they both decided to move there a week later in the lightest timeline right? 

[clairebeauchampfan]

The sins of the fathers

The Edinburgh statue of Robert Dundas, 2nd Viscount Melville, recently daubed in pro-BLM slogans. (Did you know btw that the word ‘slogan’ is a Scottish word, meaning the war cry of a Scottish clan? Like ‘Tullach ardh!’ )

Apparently being the son of a slaver is now a hate-crime too, like, you know, being the unfortunate German son or daughter of a father or grandfather  who was in the SS. Thus are the sins of the father’s visited upon the third and fourth generations. I wonder where that leaves me? Back in the 18th century my Scottish ancestor owned plantations in the Caribbean, whilst an even earlier ancestor on the English side actually was a slave ship captain, unlike Henry Dundas, the 1st Lord Melville, although he did in truth delay the anti-slave-trade Bill, which is why his statue too will no doubt be chucked in the River Leith by right-thinking Scots whose ancestors did not benefit from the proceeds of slavery, unlike, say,  the students of Glasgow University.  

  Like Winston Churchill, whose statue has also been sprayed with BLM graffiti,  the son won the  statue in his honour by defeating a Continental tyrant bent on world domination, but here in Britain the good deeds are now forgotten, only the bad are remembered. Some 60 statues of formerly famous men, like Admiral Lord Nelson,  have been earmarked by activists for defacing  or removal because they had some link or other with slavery or colonialism, streets will have to be renamed, and no doubt grand town and country houses demolished and  museums, hospitals  and churches pulled down becuase they were founded  by people who made their money in the slave business. A grand national epuration  is taking place, and history is being re-written. Such are the times we live in.    

I’m not proud at all of my ancestral connections to the slave trade and I support the BLM movement, although not when it comes to literally air-brushing history. Both these  ancestors of mine, naturally,  married well into ancient families who no doubt had made their money oppressing peasants, but had fallen on hard times and for whom fresh money, no matter how unsavourably derived, was a welcome addition to the family fortunes.  An early form of money laundering. (Pecunia non olet, money has no smell, as Roman Emperor Vespasian said when his son Titus complained that his dad’s new taxes  on urine, used for bleaching togas in laundries, was  disgusting. You paid a tax every time you pee’d).

I’m glad to say though that none of my ancestor’s money came down to me.  But we are all guilty by association, are we not? A la lanterne, as the French used to say.   Though interestingly the Bible is equivocal on the subject of the sins of the fathers. 

Numbers, 18‘The LORD is slow to anger, abounding in love and forgiving sin and rebellion. Yet he does not leave the guilty unpunished; he punishes the children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation.’    

Yet Deuteronomy 24:16 says that "Fathers shall not be put to death because of their children, nor shall children be put to death because of their fathers,"

which is some comfort. And I think I’m at least 5th generation away, now, so I’m alright then.  

En passant, It’s always made me laugh when I see Scottish Nationalist propaganda claiming that  the Scots, who for example owned 1/3rd of the plantations in Jamaica,  were oppressed and colonised  by the British Empire, when as any old colonialist will tell you, the British Empire was run by and largely FOR Scots. Scottish soldiers, Scottish sailors, Scottish engineers, Scottish bankers, Scottish traders, Scottish colonial governors. Did you know that from the Act of Union ‘til 1789, some 40 American colonial governors were of Scots descent?  Australians will know of Lachlan Macquarie, Thomas Brisbane and John Hunter, but did you know that James Cook’s father was Scottish, too? The history of Canada of course is replete with Scottish colonialists, whilst the East India Company was stuffed with the second sons of the Scottish nobility and gentry, governing provinces, captaining merchant ships, commanding armies..... and flogging opium to the Chinese. 

[praggya1993]

Your secrets that refuse

To become a part of

Another's destiny

A great source of ,

An intriguing mystery

An enigmatic entity

That evade the hands

Which could unravel them eagerly,

Leave you at the fringes of

A stale,unspoken,unheard day

An unsavoured story,

That could've blossomed

And relished the views of

Fresh new mornings

Like a marvellous painting

Of an ivy growing delightfully.

[ethanora]

Sentient, Repent.

Those still sentient,

Unbiased in ways.

Cry out for saviour.

The news today,

Leaves a taste;

Sour and unsavour.

Good ideas,

With little voices.

Drowned out

By waves of anger.

Hatred induced,

And love reduced.

This youth will not

Be seduced.

[libidomechanica]

Whence in desolate, at

And swell; nae snap conceits, but unsavour leave! Whence in desolate, at sea    remains which, shining Love    liv’d, and made a flock as I gain this Curse, tis Justly vain cares?

[poetrybynight]

Hemingway Always Began, “A True Man Always...”

I wish that I was a poet

I wrote down words worth knowing

As I reach to grasp the memory of feeling glad

These thoughts drip onto pages

My mind is all but hazy, as I lay in wait

to quiet the rage in my chest

The reason isn’t about knowing it’s more of 

hoping that the blister finally festers and bursts forth all of my unsavoured ghosts 

Your kiss is my favorite language

I hope you don’t mind that I copied that

A twist of both lyrics and simple-minded poetry

What does this mean and where am I supposed to lay this down at?

Please help me forget everything and start again

[oorpe]

Random bullshit poetry from the depths of the archives

To be one of the last humans is a boon

It is to watch the sun set on our golden empire, knowing that nothing will ever parallel it's might

It is to sing mirthful songs of death and decay, and laugh in increasingly manic tones as creation withers

It is to smell the freshly baked bread and know that one day it will be left unsavoured

To be one of the last humans is a fine boon, but for one thing:

There is no heir to our throne.

If only we could conceive

Something greater than the sum total of mankind.

Something that could take to the stars

Build great works, find the ultimate ends of creation

From the minuscule to the celestially massive

Understand every law, prove the final conjecture.

And when all of the nooks and crannies of existence are cataloged and witnessed and sampled

Then they might create new things, perhaps in our image

Or some other, more suitable form factor

And then there would truly be a garden of Eden:

Guarded by a true God, housing true innocent beings

And our grandchildren just might remember us

If even as half-remembered ear worms in empty moments

Notions of something old and strange, at the edges of their vision.

Until entropy smooths out the peaks of creation

And the last words, on the lips of what is now the whole of the living, breathing cosmos

On the lips of the final progeny of mankind

Before she slips out of causality, on the event horizon of the last collapsing star

And the last words ever thought would be:

"Those humans sure were fucking weird, huh?"