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libidomechanica · 1 month

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“Grave men, near death, desire breeds flames best look, set down”

A kimo sequence

To our Theme. Due adoration, and being too, the brindled bitch, they are found himself a fool.

Grave men, near death, desire breeds flames best look, set down his shadows, with pleasures in Stellaes face.

Those hours, that blows; and love, and are asleep. But more fit to the milkweeds’ honey terrifies me.

A pocket-book and silver snowy sentences, the woody hollow door, which was beheaded.

Want of foolscap subject of time. Own backyard like a quest, a land of the forestalled, get opposite!

Ye scorn my low estate, and dim hopes and petals of a winters in the fault? Don Juan, carpe, carpe!

And teach through the clouds, as mortals, love you. They fled with zeal. Whose diapason knells on scrolls of jet.

To love her; and, like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body be. Of thanks me not through a white?

Hill of moss before a tower of custom. For many an envoy either leaf, the diamonds.

In these hills round thy bier. Nor coldly passe in this hour the sea, till the death, if she doth go.

To shield him coming, near, she is not a genius or under a wide hat, dancer, had kept hold.

And down to every vessel could be any man in any room. Most importune wheeled, and St.

When move in women are, or, one dream within be fed, with a modern we are betrayed by deeds.

I probably didn’t bother. I hate those lips of thread in thy heart, and sighing, thinking Stephen Hill.

Have been a-telling statues of the night. It’s jet, jet black, an’ it winna let a body be.

A pure smooth pearl and boxing; and he who must I: for what was as sure, who threatned strings do break.

’ Whose spirits of these flowers, once a whole mother in the full as deep and when there by the dead.

Breeds flames of battle move? Did I hear it half starved. It looks from the lamps, then dazled were his life.

On the higher views upon the rise again, fair Lesley, the heroes, kings. With a tighter clasp?

Fast wither’d at a distant heard by fate and thus, my Katie? Mark but the ecstasy of death.

They won’t or can’t allow the feathers fair, and, as the wild hill side. And the taste me thus, my Love!

She is near; ’ and thee! You may for ever; for Nature’s law. With what an even think that good night.

—And maun I still have plenty: so let it then as well at once might insinuations bothers.

They refuse to listens, I hear, I hear it half so sure the dormitory. Such play at all.

There stood: he passion. Slaves of endless charmed, the shadow, he pursues! Beyond siroccos harvest.

Softest, Russian or Castilian? Of all that can ail thee, as the graves unnumber’d lie; the rest.

And let go. Who watch’d to trace the Soul is, and judg’d aright, because thou art a scholar, Lycius!

” “Now whether to faint things, and there is Love. You, a sparrows sends; by that to his neck three were dead.

Beyond what other women is, the ceiling. Whether my eyes can believes me, maybe can tell.

Change to chlorophyll, and round himself extremely fair; the true! Of all her ills—a scattering.

Drew forth streams,—even they were hardly bear it. Kick off their beds and fussed around shall I awake!

Mark where I am! The lava ravish’d, scarce seen the Lady Carolines and Franceses?

Span of the main, and there. Each life unblest kisses had got out on Shooter’s Hill; and singing of.

It once be seen, and the third errand sent. Come live with light, although I despaire at me doth breathe?

The color of that ground, I though the Night by his belov’d repose? Thou art out of that he said.

Too subtle for a change, o yearning to me for that black, an’ it winna let a body be.

Or all, what name, for shells and virtue is a garden, flowers, footless and weep. And tumble pat.

On speed and fell into that eve, as twas the thread the sad attendants; then the extremely sick?

That dead sands flashing chariot, rolling of her hand: true to th’ ears in snow: seas shall die.

Pale grew her here incessantly by playing like this arm-chair? Though ye be, yet, lilies and play.

A high building and of mine. More children, talents other cantos of this ever-diverse pair!

And nobody calls the wolf rages wide, and yet the Border? I woke— and chide my honest man.

Times such whom all hoped to find, each in his happy valley they pale, as mortal fruit? If you see.

Eyes there; that she made; heaven raining gilt from some will know that can be done? No stream’d from your knees.

The soldier went for death, if she doth throw. What can be old, for his turf, and long tunes and love is.

The milliners who furnish drapery Misses? Might each more beauteous hill of moss, just half starved.

The brief for afford to the world,—which, though, we were black where you can even grace. In equal grew.

For ever trust beyond, I wish I have gone her cry, oh misery! And fair Lesley, return.

And let go. ’ So I shall be its named mount Pleasantly with her robes flaunted for so large a mind.

They say his system t is time would understand. Not, but shudder in the sun, but waxing thighs?

Again precipitate thy soul the sky and has a crust. Warmed, but never, never breed the must.

Of all Olympus’ faded hierarchy! The wife he sought of Platonic shades and trust their rents.

And withal, they sigh’d for want of my stout blood in a forests shook three A. My business were left.

” No, no: you would Wisdom be) shine opposite! Such miracle. And paid Where Chick Lorimer went.

To thy body’s weight of food and paid it. Car on this my purchaser suspect the daisies grow.

Wind into delight, light winds used to speak, ev’n from too wide and blinded rabbits, cows with surprise.

Fairer than on continent, because ye hae the hole, ’ would under the pile—make the might appal!

Like fog smothering darkness chariots hurl’d like Fairy Queen, the floor. But, trowth I care na by.

Of yonder weed took up the flower or henchman, oh Jack! See; but first thy heauy grace, the long weeks.

If merciful as your body’s end? For laik o’ gear ye lightly me, but, trowth, I care na by.

Or amber, but faire a vertue to every thing. Or a sail flung it from his swooning long you mine.

Bless you. In island dwelt a nymph, to whom I am confined doom. ’Er his future day—fond Thought!

Their average numeral; also the Fauns from Boston Commons turn’d his soul can be done my wrong.

Her exceeding pain. Lulled by the spring. And she wakes, is too-too cruelly to part, my Katie?

Without the end of the rest torn out. The desultory breeze that faint in his fame with half starved.

And sure in languages—as well as brighter eyes and live: Alas! Yet it was gold or silver.

My thoughts, sold cheap what is gift; creation’s blithe and fainted in the less gone? As he from your knees.

Guy calls the pen in the grass his features, couched upon a Harp of Song? Thine eye may stand away.

Eyes; light, and could ever turning saw the harvest. It sweeps plastic and vanish’d pleasure to meet.

Not silence best help I can: before it woo, and to an early exposure to Frankenstein!

Stay! To-morrow space to do it, then, much as ever yet was shut out, and lint, and went to sleep.

All kinds of life confined, some splinters in the surface-eyes were. Scarce that now you may for ever.

Perhaps to pick up. As some thing like a delusion; there by zephyrs, streaks running over you.

To proof makes us wish I could restrain her fearfully. Grounded on sinful loving, alert.

Master’s hand—as man’s ingratitudes and elegances terse. Oh woe is me! Than my knee.

My wailing cheer. And doth in it live. A fortune swells with a pious love of course must like that.

Diamonds, on the nightgown would understand. Stink of Rhyme, but do not, nor despised, whilst the dying.

I said to the most fairer than his way. Too gentle Euphues, who watch’d with disdain to tinder.

If facing, was forced to pray: so subtly is the spoils of country’s good—which no more. Fond Thought!

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tellywoodtrash · 5 years

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ebss 09.07.19 lb

is this jai's girlfriend? she seems as idiotic and immature as him.

kabhi naa chodne ke kasme vaade = she's gonna dump his broke ass in about 5 episodes.

sonali's here! she's literally the only character i like on this show right now so seeing her really brightens up my day.

are jai/sonali supposed to be twins? i kinda get the vibe that they are the same age.

anyway, sonali, bless her heart, gave all her money to jai. which was a grand total of 150 rs.

jai manhoos is like “itne ka main kya karoonga?????”

NIKAL L****, PEHLI FURSAT MEIN NIKAL.

god sonali take your money back from this fool.

rani still on maun vrat with di, and tbh, this is the smartest thing she's done on this show ever. reasons are stupid, but pooja really isn't worth wasting time with rn.

amma continues to be the only sensible person on this damn show, by telling pooja not to waste time messing with kabir. and in response pooja's like NO BUT HE'S THE ONEEEEEEEE WHO... ffs wtf are you 6?????/ he offered to get you justice AFTER you tried to set his father on fire, and tried to make peace once more even after that. you're the one who started this petty nonsense with him.

OK THIS BISH CRAZY. before she at least used to listen to amma's voice of reason, now she's just straight up doing the opposite. she's become absolutely not worthy of rooting for, unless in situations of misogyny.

what kinda next level of extra???????? this is beyond oberoi levels of extra also.

there's everyone's shocked faces, and then there's kabir's eyeroll reaction, lmao.

kabir toh has been getting out his rage by doing some phadda everyday, aaj dhruv ko finally outlet mila hai.

but in vain. kabir just hauled him away like:

valiant chachi trying to attack but lmaoooooooo, pooja's like "pls stop yelling; heart attack TYPES (complete with shoulder shimmy action) aa gaya toh ab doctor bhaaga bhaaga nahi aayega."

and also adds that chachi is very irritating and she doesn't know how she tolerated her for all this while. saalon ki bhadaas nikaal rahi hai, lol.

lol pls note how kabir is mad, but not disagreeing or stopping her from saying any of it.

lo bhai ab sabke saamne hogi inki tashanbaazi.

sikke dene ke bahaane haath is taraah kyun chua be????

"aapke chashm-o-chiraag, aapke secret agent, mr. kabir mittal ko maine apne yahaan naukri dene ka mann bana liya."

dhruv is like i did not know that was an option, or i too would have applied.

ohoho kyaaaaaa hi swag. just fuck and get it over with man.

lol mummy legit said "tum jaati ho ya main sach much ke pagalpann pe utar aaoon??"

kabir's like mom pls stop cockblocking can't you see we're doing foreplay here???? in any case, yes babe, i'm down to get dirty with you. in more ways than one.

i was on his side for this battle until he said "hum tehre paidaaishi rayeez" and now instantly i want to kill him too.

pooja sharma really living up to her namesake and giving appropriate response.

ugh. both of you suck. (BUT ALSO THEY ALWAYS LOOK SO TURNED ON AFTER TUSSLING WITH EACH OTHER???? Y’ALL NEED TO STOP WITH THIS SHIT.)

sab kabir ke oopar toot pad rahein hai. let the guy eat, unlike the rest of you, he's the only one who's done some shit today.

dhruv is probably like ‘i don't like how those two had more sexual tension in front of all of us in these 3 min than i had with her in our bedroom for over a year.’

elevator music playing in kabir's head as everyone yells around him.

HEY! NOT THE MITHAIS! THERE'S LIKE ONE BOX PER PERSON, WHAT THE FUCK, THAT COULD HAVE BEEN DESSERT FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS.

oh boy, this is turning awkward. esp. with the reminder that pooja was his biwi. kabir pls keep that in mind and stay tf away from your pseudo-bhaabi.

apparently this is ~THE ONLY JOB HE COULD GET WITHOUT HIS CERTIFICATES~~~~~ areeeeeeeee you fucking kidding me???? 1. you already HAVE a job. which for some godforsaken reason you're determined not to do. 2. pls. you have like 5, 6 years of work experience. that counts more on the resume than any certificates. fuck outta here with this bs. just tell the truth: you wanna play these games with her, coz life mein aur kuch nahi bacha karne ko.

very pointed taunt on how will i handle your new sharaab waale kharche if i don't work, bitch, since you seem to show noooooooooo inclination to go to work yourself.

dhruv at least has the decency to look embarrassed.

lmao after saying all that, kabir is like "main tumhe taunt nahi kar raha hoon." lol, sure.

he's asking everyone if they have any other brilliant 1.6 lpm jobs lined up for him that he can waltz into.

dadaji is like "tu theek nahi kar raha hai." this asshole only has objections, never solutions. chal na buddhe.

bir, out!!!!!!!!!!!!!

daily sar pe haath rakhne ka quota has been filled.

i'm telling you bro, still not too late; go get your wife and kid and disappear into the hills somewhere.

mummy is like ........ why bro. honestly why?

ispe na jaane kaunsa bhoot sawaar hai badla lene ka. shaayad apne haraami baap ka.

also he fully admitted that job toh kahin bhi mil sakti thi, but he chose to work in her company. glad that’s cleared up in canon itself.

idhar amma is like y u lyk dis, you horrible child?????

um excuse me, tumhaari haraami family NE HI sab kuch bigaada hai uska. do you not know the whole story, or are you just closing your eyes to it??????

and this mummy, why isn’t she fessing up to what she really did???? sab ke sab haraami log.

kabir: main uske aas paas rehna chahta hoon. amma: maine kaha tha kabir ko khud se door rakh. pooja: main khud chahti hoon ke kabir mere aas paas rahe. amma: tu bohut bada khatra mol le rahi hai.

this is one fuckall petty hate story that's being made to sound like a mighty star-crossed love story. thanks, no thanks.

lord, just give up, moms. your kids are being fueled by the power of petty and not going to listen to you ppl and your logic and reason.

idgaf about these two's passionate promises to make each other's lives miserable. you know whose life you're making miserable with this bullshit? mineeeee, you fuckers.

haaaaaaaaye raja beta looks so good in white shirt. this right here is my kryptoniteeeeee. fuck my nonsense heterosexuality.

cute exasperation but mummy pays no heed. and has a mauli for him too.

"aapko border pe hona chahiye tha. yeh aarti karke dhaage baandhogi toh kisi ko kuch hoga nahi."

fuck outta here you cute fuck i don't want to like you.

mom's like as far as i’m concerned, you're going to the border only. meaning pooja sharma is considered more dangerous than full fledged armies/terrorists. lol good. fear her.

"arre waah ghar ki doodharu gai ki aarti ho rahi hai."

lmao man i am really liking sassy dhruv. he has so much more personality now.

passive aggressive back and forth, but honestly, i am enjoying. what even is happening to this show when i like dhruv's sada hua personality more than pooja/kabir? absolute pandemonium, that's what.

"is sab ka hisaab degi pooja sharma." hey man, fuck outta here. your brother was a loser even before she did all this. don't put this on her.

amma is cutely fussing over pooja eating breakfast.

hein? who has raj bhog for breakfast? and chocolate cake too?

a bitch with zero fucks to give, like rani, apparently. salaam to her fearless appetite.

the only time i like pooja now is when she shows her vulnerable/loving human side, that the old her used to exhibit only to amma/rani/shail/aarush.

btw, i like this outfit/makeup muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh better, but ouff that ghatiya mismatch of a neck piece. why?????

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precap: same shit, different day. how long are we going to have to put up with this??????

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