#gloria dead poets

[starcrime]

my miscellaneous dps headcanons (including some background characters)

neil

has HORRIBLE eyesight. like wayy worse that meeks but he hates wearing his glasses

loves scavenger hunts

charlie helped him realize he's gay (they made out once to 'check' but never had any actual feelings for eachother)

is diabetic but doesn't know it

todd

is so incredibly competitive it's ridiculous. he'll die before he loses a bet

selectively mute

gets his poetry / writing published at least twice. the first time was even before he turned 18

scrunches his nose when smiling

not a morning person. he's dead until noon

knox

is a huge gossip and his grandma's favorite bc of it

can't lie to save his life

loves horseback riding

can't cook. at all. like he burns water

charlie

loves spicy foods and smells

his parents mostly ignored him and his younger sister during their childhood and basically raised his sister himself

but it also gave him a lot of freedom, especially during holidays and school breaks, since his parents always either pawned him off to family or just didn't care where he was 90% of the time.

like, really, they only care about appearances so they get on his back about being disrespectful every once in a while and ignore him the rest that's one of the reasons he acts out all the time he desperately craves attention he never got

tina INSISTS on doing his make-up everytime they hang out. he likes make-up and she's pretty good, so he just lets her

meeks

like todd, he's very competitive, but, unlike todd, he's not a sore loser

has a huge sweet tooth smells like it

was obsessed with nordic mythology in middleschool

matthew ("spaz") was his childhood bestfriend, but they grew apart over the years

is allergic to bees. somehow never remembers to take his epipen anywhere. it's a miracle he's survived this long

pitts

he's a car guy. wants to be a car mechanic

had a crush on neil in like 6th grade

scared of birds

has a stutter and used to have a lisp

gamer boi

not exactly a hc but yall can we acknowledge how sarcastic and bitchy he is??? he's hilarious

knows how to sew

gives the best hugs

cameron

once got arrested and had to call charlie to bail him out. charlie was so proud he bought him ice cream on their way back

has lexical-gustatory synesthesia

his bio dad is dead and he hates his step-father with a passion

is besties with gloria and she finds him hillarious

other

mr keating used to work as a line cook in his teens. also he was a lot like charlie during his highschool years (chaotic & funny)

chris used to do ballet as a kid, but has moved on to cheerleading and gymnastics. her parents are divorced. she lives with her mother and younger half-brother

ginny really should be wearing glasses but she hates them and her parents refuse to buy her more flattering frames. she can't swim. people always share their secrets with her bc she seems like she can keep them, but she’s actually a huge gossip

stick has a twin sister. he is nonverbal and communicates thru asl

gloria is training to be a hairdresser

tina can’t walk in heels taller than half an inch

hopkins has a huge crush on cameron

matthew is an origami master

mr mcallister knits in his spare time. he married a chinese woman who, when he met her, didn’t know any english

i take headcanon and one-shot requests btw

#can yall tell charlie is my favorite??? #dead poets society #dead poets fandom #dead poets headcanons #neil perry #todd anderson #knox overstreet #charlie dalton #steven meeks #stephen meeks #richard cameron #mr keating #john keating #ginny danburry #chris noel #hopkins dead poets #stick dead poets #spaz dead poets #gloria dead poets #tina dead poets #mr mcallister #hellton boys #i2maz

[thiamblogger]

guys.. the scene with the girls in the cave happened right after the deskset scene.

did i block that out or something?

cause it was literally the same fucking night.. no wonder neil wasn't happy.

todd had basically just given all he could to him and now he's all goofy over some random girls?

they still flirted humblelessly, but still..

(the last one's are just kinda there cause..)

#like what?! #todd looks at him like he's the earth moon and sun just for him to give goo goo eyes over a girl named.. GLORIA and i forget the other.. #yes i was writing but i give up.. #again. #😭😭 #why is writing so hard? #help?? #anderperry #dead poets society

[boylookatyoulookingatme]

Dead poets characters as things my classmates said:

Charlie: i wasn't mean to Cameron for ten minutes!

Chris: i'm proud of you...?

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Tina: i have new an idea for book!

Gloria: did you finish the last one?

Tina: no... But i'm working on it!

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Neil, to Todd: you are my little monkey<3

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Meeks: i wasn't here for an hour and Charlie is drinking water with cinnamon, salt, sugar and pepper. Neil is playing with plastic bottle and Ginny is violent to Chet, bcs he drinked her cola. Cool.

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Tina, to Knox: do you wanna die?

Knox: no...?

Tina: oh, i wanted kill that character :(

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Charlie: i would let him fuck me to death and *something very spicy but i don't remember what*

Todd: there's things you can't say aloud

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Ginny: he's fucker, it's good you broke up with him. *Very aloud*

Chris: don't you wanna scream that?

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Neil: Withman or Neruda?

Todd: ... Neruda

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Pitts: oh, shit, i need pee

Meeks: again?

Pitts: i have weak urethra!

#charlie dalton #dead poets society #dps fandom #knox overstreet #neil perry #todd anderson #steven meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron #i love that hc that Tina is writer #hc that Pitts have weak urethra #walt withman #jan neruda #tina dps #gloria dps #ginny danburry #chris noel #chet danburry

[inahallucination]

For the 'controversial dps headcanons': I ship Ginny with Tina and Meeks with Gloria. I feel like Chis and Ginny are genuinely just friends. Tina, a wlw with an obsession with literature, was totally making fun of Charlie in her head during the 'made up poetry' scene and went to the cave just to keep Gloria company. Also, Gloria did date Charlie for a while, but just enough to get to know Meeks. More about tinny: they attend the same school and they became friends because of the theater club: Tina is working backstage and Ginny, of course, as an actress. It's a bit messy, but that's it, probably not even that controversial? I don't know really.

idk if its controversial but its one hell of a fic concept

i do like tina knowing about literature tho

#im leaving u to the ginny/chris and meeks/pitts wolves #jk #dead poets society #deadpoets #dps fandom #anon ask #meeks #gloria and tina #ginny danburry #chris noel

[hyperraduo22]

my dps roman empires

cuz i keep seeing those videos with my love mine all mine on my feed with consistently ugly-sob-inducing stories and roman empires so now i have this long list i wanna share

+ may include some little facts here and there for anyone new in the fandom

• anderperry’s entire relationship and dynamic

literally no explanation needed on why it’s the top of the list and the first thing i wrote down

the whole hourglass and icarus x the sun dynamics makes me sob every time without fail

someone rewrite the script so they have a happy ending please

also me: wym they already do?? they got married and went to new york??????

• charlie and neil :(((

• thinking about charlie’s experience and dealing with grief post-expulsion

• todd’s entire character

bro makes my quiet x anxious kid heart go brrr

like just thinking about the little implications of his behavior and what’s said about his brother in the script makes me wanna cry and scream and throw a tantrum

he really represents the epitome of all quiet shy kids out there and i really appreciate it

• dead poet’s society but from cameron’s perspective

i understand y’all wanting to punch and yell at him and show no forgiveness but i also think you should give a bit of sympathy for this kid

he doesn’t know any better just like charlie or any of the other poets

damn this movie does a great job of showing reality and the fact that there’s no real enemies

• dead poet’s society but from pitts’s perspective 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

like i’d pay to see this honestly

• pitts’s screen time :((((

my underrated boy :(((((

• pitts and cameron’s dynamic

i KNOW we see these two talking in the background and seeing him make cameron laugh and smile the most compared to everyone else

like??? i wanna see more?????

cameron being outwardly comfortable around someone finally???

• the fact that all the movie's events ensued as they’re all high schoolers

like idk if there’s a canonical age for any of them but whether they’re juniors or seniors the trauma is still the same

• the thoughts of the kids who stood up on their desks at the end of the movie

how are they dealing with keating being away now? how do they view life in general?? did they really appreciate keatings class???? would they join the dps if they had the chance???????

• hopkins’s portrayal

its kind of a 50/50 since bro barely has screen time, yet i see his character oftentimes being portrayed as the class asshole

i think it’s clear that him and his friends commit tomfoolery and are overall jerks but to think that he’s the more sensible, level-headed guy makes a lot of sense to me—kinda similar to charlie in a way

like he knows limits and when to not push them even if he doesn’t come off that way. all bro does is chill in class and stare off into the windows daydreaming (as shown in the whole ripping out the poetry intro scene). bro doesn’t wanna be there. he’s just chilling and honestly same💀

• spencer’s actual treatment in the movie

ik we love this man, and our headcanons (or at least what i’ve seen and my own for the most part) say that people treat him well but low key everyone be on his shit

like it brings up the question of whether or not this is considered bullying cause any scene i see he’s either blatantly shoved around or even the guys around him purposely steal his medicine and pass it around so he can’t have it (including stick participating in this)-

like i think there’s some limits to being a jerk and idk how spencer really feels throughout the movie cuz he’s a background character :////

• HANDSOME ASS BACKGROUND CHARACTERS AND THEIR SCREEN TIMES = UNFAIR! CRIMINAL !!!!!

• the fact that ginny’s character just gets completely cutout. like she has a few lines to begin with and then the movie comes out and she ends up being a non-speaking extra in the play like i’m- what happened???

• tina and gloria / girl characters portrayed in dps in general

let me explain cuz i love them but also feel bad for their characters

like low key they’re just used as experiments for the cave (implied by charlie in a deleted scene that wasn’t recovered although i think this part is in the original script as well if i remember correctly)

although he brings them back a second time in a deleted scene where they’re all dancing around outside of the cave on the night of the play only for him to make out with one of them in another deleted scene that wasn’t recovered… (( this was revealed in an old interview on someone working behind the scenes btw ))

so like i kinda feel bad for them. like y’all just there for show but i wish you had more lines and other purposes besides possibly not passing a bechdel test ://////

^ lowkey this same concept is kinda seen with chris’s character too. like all she’s there for is a romantic interest for knox. like cmon now she’s one of the main female characters and THIS is what she gets. i wanna know more about my girl chris!!!!

and i kind of understand why it’s set up this way since y’know it’s an all male boarding school in the 1950s—how do you fit female characters in and how are they viewed? it’s not the greatest setup of all time

• ANDERPERRY DELETED SCENE ON THE DOCK NOT MAKING IT INTO THE FILM LIKE OUT OF ALL DELETED SCENES THAT ONE IS THE REALLY IMPORTANT ONE !!!!!!!!!!!!!

• the deleted scene of the poets carrying neil’s coffin 🚶‍♂️

like goodbye. doors closed. tears shed.

kinda glad it’s not in the movie cuz i would’ve sobbed uncontrollably even more than neil’s death

• todd’s poem

another deleted scene that really rearranges my internal organs

the fact that him reading this poem was supposed to be in tandem/include shots with neil’s death-

why do the writers want us to cry rivers?????

BUT ALSO ITS FUNNY ASF IF YALL WATCH THIS DELETED SCENE WHEN TODD IS TELLING THEM WHAT TO REPEAT BETWEEN VERSES, ONE OF THE POETS GOES “what??🤨”

I’M SORRY TODD IK YOURE TRYING BUT THAT LITTLE AIRHEADED ASS “what?” IS SO FUNNY TO ME

• the fact that in the very first version of the script, keating was supposed to have cancer

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS UNTIL LAST MINUTE

LIKE Y’ALL ADMITTED THAT YOU WANTED TO HAVE A SCENE OF KEATING DYING IN A HOSPITAL AND WERE PONDERING ON WHETHER HIS CHARACTER SHOULD HAVE A FATAL ILLNESS FOR THREE DAYS ?!?!?

thank god y’all made the right decision and rewrote the script to take that out

#dps tumblr #dead poets society #dps fandom #dead poets fandom #dps #dps boys #todd anderson #charlie dalton #john keating #mr keating #neil perry #anderperry #chris noel #gerard pitts #pitts dps #cameron dps

[ash5monster01]

Dead Poets Society and if they’d smoke weed

including my reasons for why :)

Neil: yes (and hear me out), Neil still drinks the liquor from Tina/Gloria, whoever, even after seeing majority of the boys heads shake no. He’s desperate to try new things, even if it’s once. Also I think being high would be a very freeing feeling for him.

Todd: Yes, but only to mellow out. It would never be for recreational use only to calm down his anxiety.

Charlie: God yes, he’d be the one providing it to each and every one of them.

Knox: No, as much as he’s okay with drinking I don’t see Knox as the type to enjoy the effects of weed especially when he hasn’t had the best of times under the influence of any drugs.

Cameron: Absolutely not. He’d freak out if you even pulled out a joint in front of him. Probably tell on you too.

Meeks: Yes and no. I think he would for Charlie and to save face but he’s not particularly fond of it and never would if it wasn’t for the boys.

Pitts: Yes, and if not for the weed but for the snacks. He loves snacks and having the munchies means more appetite for more food :))

#dead poets society #dps #dead poets #dead poets society headcanons #dps headcanons #dead poets headcanons #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #richard cameron #steven meeks #gerard pitts

[rrcenic]

dead poets society as things my friends/family have said

huge trigger warning for discussion of suicide

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neil: fuck fuck fuck

todd: what’s wrong?

neil: my workload was too much so i switched from honors algebra 2 to regular algebra 2 and i don’t know how to tell my dad

todd: you’re still two years ahead in math though

neil: yeah but my dad gets so mad when i don’t take every academic opportunity i can

todd: dude you just got out of the psych ward. i think he’ll understand!

neil: hhhhngg

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neil: bro i didn’t even realize i had daddy issues til i became unnaturally infatuated with my english teacher

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cameron: greetings fellow fraternity males. i am not working for your landlord and i simply want to hang out with fellow “dudes.” on an unrelated note are any of you in possession of illegal drugs and/or alcohol?

knox: yeah check under the chair

cameron: alright “broski” i will be simply taking photos of this not for reporting reasons and for personal reasons

pitts: do you have like a fetish or something

cameron: yes um a fetish i am not working for your landlord

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todd: oh he’s so pretty! it’s so sad that he killed himself

todd: i mean obviously because like. killing yourself is never the answer

todd: but mainly because he was so pretty!!

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charlie: i call this poem “every day i wake up and dream of olive garden”

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meeks: this is literally the most autistic group i’ve ever been in and i love it

neil: oh i’m neurodivergent in many ways but the ‘tisim is surprisingly not one of them

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charlie: shakespeare sucks ass

neil: i will stab you

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neil: i can’t hang out today, i have therapy

pitts: you? therapy? but you’re so happy!

neil: …

neil: i’ve tried to kill myself like 5 times

pitts: WHAT

neil: did. did you not know that?!?!

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knox: hey dyou wanna watch a tv show with me

neil: what’s it about?

knox: there’s lots of pretty women

neil: …

knox: …

neil: …

knox: and pretty men

neil: i’m in

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charlie: america is fucked. our society is literally being ripped apart by capitalism. trans people are being criminalized more every day

knox: it’s not that bad

charlie: name one good thing that has happened to the trans community in the past year. i’ll wait

knox: …

knox: well um some politicians support trans people

charlie: THATS NOT ENOUGH

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keating: *texting to the group chat* so technically since most of you are my former students i’m not allowed to be friends with you

keating: but you all rock so my excuse is we work on creative projects as a group outside of school

keating: however i can’t just chat with you when you’re bored

*that night*

todd: hey i’m really sorry for contacting you about non creative stuff but i just had a panic attack and don’t know what to do

keating: oh that bullshit? nah man you’re fine text whenever

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cameron: charlie just gave me this plastic spoon and ran away does anyone know what it means

gloria: lucky i wish nuwanda had given ME the spoon

cameron: WHAT DOES IT MEAN

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neil: i know what we’re gonna do after group therapy. we’re gonna have a poetry contest. we’ll call it psych ward poetry. i’m going to beat all of you with my mad poetry skills

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meeks: oh and pooh represents… hm, i actually can’t remember

charlie: google it

meeks: yeah but we can’t have our phones

knox: hey mr mcallister? could you use your phone to google what mental illness the winnie the pooh characters represent?

mcallister: what the actual hell are you talking about

#tw self harm #tw suicide #tw sui joke #nics stuff #dps #dead poets society #incorrect dps #incorrect dead poets society #dps incorrect quotes #dead poets society incorrect quotes #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #steven meeks #gerard pitts #cameron #richard cameron #john keating

[novemberhush]

Tag some people you want to catch up with/get to know better

Thanks for the tag, @smowkie ! I haven’t done one of these in a while!😘

Last song you listened to: Sipsey by Will Stewart

Favourite colour: red, especially the deep, dark shades.

Last movie you watched: Human Desire (1954), in which the ever vampish Gloria Grahame tries to persuade her Korean War veteran boyfriend, played by Glenn Ford, to bump off her husband, played by (the mostly forgotten now it seems, and unjustly so, in my opinion) Broderick Crawford. In her defence, her husband is violent, possessive and controlling towards her, and a murderer himself.

Currently watching: reruns of Silent Witness (the Nikki Alexander years, not the Sam Ryan ones, although she did pop back up in series 25), Criminal Minds (I’m always watching reruns of Criminal Minds!), The Twilight Zone and The Closer, and the new seasons of Grantchester, Magnum, P.I., N.C.I.S., Murdoch Mysteries, Death in Paradise and the new Law and Order show with Hugh Dancy, which has been out in the States for a while but only started airing here recently. I also just recently finished a rewatch of Elementary, which I enjoyed immensely. (Yes, I know, I watch a lot of detective shows!)

Sweet, spicy, or savoury: probably savoury, with sweet a close second.

Relationship status: forever single

Last thing I googled: that W.B. Yeats line about the best lacking all conviction while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

Current obsession: I don’t really have one right now. Unless you count Lucy Liu’s outfits in Elementary, which I used to have a love/hate relationship with, in that I absolutely adored some of them and despised others, but which has become a mostly love relationship with upon my recent rewatch. Many of the ones I originally disliked have grown on me now, or maybe my tastes have just changed, I don’t know. I’m also really shipping Nikki Alexander and Jack Hodgson from Silent Witness, but I wouldn’t call it an obsession (although I have started reading fic for them so maybe I better watch out, lol).

Currently reading/last read: I’m currently reading The Doll Factory by Elizabeth Macneal. I almost gave up on it because it was slow going at first, but it has finally started to pick up a bit, although I don’t think it’s ever going to make a list of my favourites unless it gets really good in the second half. I do love Albie the street urchin, though (and if anything happens to him, I’ll riot. Well, anything more, I should say. It’s not like he’s had an easy life already.). The last thing I read before that was a short story called What the Dead Know by Nghi Vo.

Looking forward to: I have a week off work coming up soon, which I’m looking forward to. I also have tickets to go see the Agatha Christie play, The Mousetrap, which is something I’ve wanted to see ever since I was a child. It’s finally coming to Belfast later this month so I got tickets for myself and a friend who’s also always wanted to see it and, as it coincides with the week of her birthday, I got her ticket as a present for her.

I tag @littleblackraincloudofcourse @katries @mistmarauder @foreverthemomfriend @fireladybuckley @imwritesometimes @firemedicdiaz @talespinner230 @argylepiratewd @kiti-the-warrior-poet @halespecterwinchester @guiltypleasurefandomface @tulipfromtheinternet @caroandcats @bewarethesmirk @starry-mist @slow-burn-sally @trickster-archangel and anyone else who wants to play. No pressure on anyone who doesn’t!❤️

[nerdvi]

11/09/1973. Santiago de Chile.

Today we mourn the 49th anniversary of the coup staged and financed by the united states in cooperation with the right wing, against the elected socialist president Salvador Allende, who was killed in the attack and replaced by the military dictatorship of pinochet. More than 40.000 were tortured. At least 3.000 were killed and dissappeared, and the social fabric of the country was destroyed in a 17 year long dictatorship.

The people remember. The people mourn. Like a famous cuban poet sang:

It isn't dead. They couldn't kill it. Not with the distance, not with the vile soldier.

Honor y Gloria.

#september 11 #11 de septiembre #chile #salvador allende

[wawamouse]

Oz Rewatch 3: S2E08: Escape From Oz

I accidentally started season s6e8 when we sat down to continue the watch today. While we were watching the opening titles, Sister and I started discussing a Butt that showed up. Sister wondered if we would be seeing that butt in this episode and I tried to remember if there would be any. Chris Keller, maybe? I recalled that he was getting out of Solitary this episodes—but no, the episode where he pees in a bucket is not this one. In the back of my mind, I sort of recognised The Butt in question as Miguel’s from when he was jerking off in solitary and then I got confused, because he isn’t in Solitary yet. Was the Miguel Butt was from season 3 and not season 4 like I thought? Had they filmed a season in advance and used future season footage for the opening titles, and I just hadn't noticed before? NOPE!

I didn’t realise that I’d started the wrong episode until Jahfree Neema crossed the screen. Then I was like OH NO. Funnily, though, I guess Augustus Hill being at the beginning of that season 6 episode will lull Sister into a false sense of security when it comes to his death in season 5.

Anyway, a lot happens in this episode, and I feel like all of it is pretty interesting. We see three deaths, Sippel got nailed to the floor, and Toby got all his limbs broken. Even though I maintain that Said refusing his pardon is soooooooo dumb on a practical level, it was kinda fierce in a stupid way and it's a funny way for him to cap off his failed efforts all season. I remember a couple episodes back, I said that I couldn't remember what all his unfruitful projects were building toward... Well, it was that, LOL! Overall, I think season 2 had a strong beginning as well as a strong end!

Storylines:

Rebadow and Busmalis’s tunnel is found out by the two nazis, who subsequently

(mini) Augustus continues to contemplate escape; Poet comes to work at morgue

Sippel returns to work at the prison, gets attacked by Schilinger

(Mini) Shirley and Gloria

Miguel takes Rivera’s eyes out

Chris gets out of Solitary and breaks all of Toby’s limbs

Adebisi connects with Jara; Jara dies

Said and McManus talk about Said’s regrets; Said is offered clemency for Ramadan and refuses

Sister, about Metzger just openly having a white supremacist tattoo: Whaaaaaaaat?

Sister: Ohhhh they’re so stupid! What if they die, Wawa?! You can’t get a crane down there! There’s gonna be dead bodies! (pulling blanket over her head) It’s gonna stink under the floors! Oh NOOO!

Sister: I wonder how they got the bodies out…

This is not the only time Poet talks about being a girl with Augustus. Hm. The misogyny?

Sister: That’s a terrible plan. I don’t think he was even listening to that plan. I think he was just staring at Augustus.

Me: I feel like Mukada’s office isn’t messy any other time we see it in the show…. Sister: Maybe he trashed it beforehand so it wouldn’t be so awkward when he said it was such a mess.

Sister: They look exactly the same 😭

Sister: I don’t know. I just find this sort of moral conundrum stuff tiring. Like, take a look around. It ain’t like they’re at an Applebees, so why is she always randomly judging people? Like, umm, ma'am? This is a prison.

Sister: I would have preferred to see more butts, Wawa. This episode has too much blood… Although, couldn’t they just put his eyes back in? If you get your dick cut off, you can put it back on. Me: I mean, you could probably pop ‘em back in, but if the optic nerve is severed, I guess it'd be hard to reconnect them. Sister: That’s probably why they didn’t show it happening… Because it’d be too easy to laugh at how ridiculous it is that Miguel managed to pop out both eyes while also keeping him quiet... He'd have to pin him down or get his hands controlled and then make sure he wasn't screaming the whole time... How would he even do that? He'd have to be sitting thighs to eyes. Me: Thighs to... huh? Sister: He'd have to have been sitting on the hack's neck or something so he wouldn't be able to kick him off or use leverage to throw him off while he dug those suckers out. Thighs to eyes. Me: I think he just stabbed him in the eyes a couple times and pulverised them into jelly. I don't think he actually took the time to neatly cut the eyeballs out...

Sister: Why are they keeping him in this sad place? They aren’t equipped for this.

Sister: Alvarez? Gloria: I found a prisoner with the same blood type. [sighs] Ryan O'Reily. Sister: Aw :( Me: ...If Oz has a prison population of 1400-1700 prisoners, is it really that likely that O'Reily and Rivera are the ONLY people with AB negative? Why didn’t they look for anyone with O negative?? Dumb. Sister: That’s why she’s a doctor at a prison, I guess. Wait, they're so dumb. They didn’t even bother searching for A negative or B negative… Oh no! Dumb! I think they googled ‘what is the rarest blood type to have’ but didn’t check which one is the hardest to receive for… 😭😭😭 They should’ve made him O negative or something… So dumb... Maybe she’s in on the assassination plot. The blood bank is "empty"? Sure... She’s just making shit up.

Sister: … I mean, I guess this gives him some leverage but I feel like it would’ve been more poetic if it was Alvarez. Now I gotta put up with this bullshit tension.

Me: He kinda sounds like Tim Roth when he has an American accent right now. Sister: Who’s that? Me: Guildenstern. Sister: I thought he was Rosencrantz. Me: No, he’s Guildenstern. Didn’t I say that? Sister: Who’s Rosencrantz?

Sister: (nervous silence)(convincing herself) …I feel like I saw him in a later season so I have no concerns. As his guardian angel, I shall watch him through this.

Sister: Nope! Nope! Gloria: Yeah. Sister: Nope!

Sister: What’d he say? My ears just sort of closed when he started talking. The nazi looks so pale in this scene, like a vampire.

Sister: He’s showing his boobs to his ancestors… (nervously) And his other stuff? I don’t wanna see that. Ok, whew.

Sister: …Letting prisoners out?

Sister: It’s kind of bullshit for him to decide not to leave, because what about all the people who’ve been working on the outside trying to get him out so he can be a community leader? (At Said) Are you dumb? That’s not a sick burn, sir. You’re supposed to own him and then LEAVE.

Stray thoughts:

Sister: I feel like they should just stop letting blonde people be guards

“Boobies!” count this episode: 1

Sister called Toby seething in the hospital “Angry Michelin Man”

When I was screencapping for this write-up, my sister walked into the room behind me as I was screencapping Gloria talking about the blood types. Sister, cackling as she walked away again: "Oh, the stupidity! She shall never live this down! I will remember it in everything else she does!"

“He’s a dumbass. Trick him!” —Sister about Kenny

Arif telling Bismilla "it's all about Said" looks like that Draymond Green/Kevin Durant meme...

Sister: everyone’s story line had someone who got maimed or died, except Said, who maimed himself.

I’m sure this is something literally no one else would have picked up on, but Chico wears 3 different outfits in this episode.

#oz hbo #oz rewatch #text

[wipbigbang]

Story Title: spotlight

Fandom: Dead Poets Society

Author: @chrisginny

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49977799?view_full_work=true 

Summary: 27-year-old Chris Noel works as a journalist in New York City, and though she can’t quite put a finger on it, she has a hard time calling her life satisfactory. But when she meets Ginny Danburry, a Shakespearean actress, she finds herself falling a little bit in love for the first time ever.

Warnings: none

Characters: Chris Noel, Ginny Danburry, Neil Perry, Todd Anderson, Steven Meeks, Gloria, Tina, and various OCs

Pairings: Chris Noel/Ginny Danburry

When I Started: December 2022

How I Lost My Shit: quit working on it after january 2023, started again in april, and stagnated again in july due to my extremely busy schedule :( i was also very unsure of the direction the story was going in, and writing made me self-conscious to some degree

How I Finished My Shit: honestly, not even sure at this point! i crammed a lot of writing in when my motivation came back in late august/early september. i had a few minor Anxiety Moments about how i would end it, but eventually settled on an open ending that i’m okay with. had to keep telling myself that the important thing is that i get it done, and i did!

#submission #fandom: dead poets society #!completed shit #!2023

[thiamblogger]

watching the deleted snow scene and its so freeing to see todd be so free, to see him hold the god, to see him willingly read his poems, talk to the girls he'd never met before first, to be throwing himself up and down, to yawp the loudest!!

#THAT GIRL WITH CHARLIE WASN'T EVEN GLORIA OR TINA.. #i think it was some girl from the play #like one sitting in the audience #cause she has brown hair whereas the girls had blonde?? #so. #but i love todd's growth. #i'm like a proud mother!! #😭😭 #my baby is grown.. #well for these 15 minutes but shh.. #just let me have this. #dead poets society #anderperry #todd anderson

[mistofstars]

When people ask what kind of music I'm listening to... Phew... 😂 Just some of the bands and musicians I'm listening to (of whom I have many albums for example or know more than 5 songs lol):

Rio Reiser. Blixa Bargeld. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Tom Waits. Depeche Mode. Massive Attack. The Streets. Primus. Nine Inch Nails. EAV. Münchener Freiheit. Jewel. Willie Nelson. Travis. Gloria. Radio Company. Donots. Evanescence. Linkin Park. Slipknot. Faun. Russian Circles. Mogwai. USS. Lissie. Blind Guardian. Nicki Nicole. Falco. Dead by Sunrise. The Rasmus. Muse. The Vines. Frazey Ford. Thirty seconds to Mars. Florence and the Machine. CCR. Creed. Spider Murphy Gang. Placebo. Fleetwood Mac. ACDC. Metallica. Stonesour. Beatsteaks. Kaiser Chiefs. Lily Allen. Jimmy Eat World. Weezer. ASP. Johnny Hollow. Oomph. Vast. Stereophonics. Fury in the Slaughterhouse. One Republic. Babyshambles. Limp Bizkit. Nirvana. Remy Zero. CardiB. Mahmood. Eivor. Suzan Köcher. The dead south. Kaleo. Tarkan. Agnes Obel. Poets of the Fall. Within temptation. Fozzy. Eminem. Eric Clapton. Lynyrd Skynyrd. ZZ Top. The devil makes three. Tamikrest.

...

And sometimes it's just plain techno or anything in between 😂😅

#Personal stuff #Music I'm listening to #So many different genres #And different languages #You got Italian rap and Arabic rock music #And argentine pop and your usual English rock

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (11-17 Dec 2022)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 The Bullet That Missed (Thursday Murder Club #3) (Richard Osman, author; Fiona Shaw, narrator) - just a joy to spend some more time with Joyce, Ron, Elizabeth, Ibrahim and the rest of the gang for another adventure

😊 Love of a Particular Kind (Laura Kaye (laurakaye)) - 59K, Clint/Coulson, BIRD-BASED omegaverse, excellently detailed worldbuilding, absolutely fascinating

😍 The Moon's Gonna Follow Me Home (turningterrific) - 82K, canon-divergent Sterek - love this story of Derek finally leaving BH, finding safety & healing and the slow burn development of his relationship with Stiles

😊 Charged (cydonic) - 47K, no-powers AU with rich single dad Steve and accidental nanny Bucky

💖💖 +176K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

the world throws its light underneath your hair (greatunironic) - Stranger Things: steddie, 6.5K - this series is incredible and every new entry a delight

Quench (AidaRonan) - MCU: stucky, 9.4K - because the brilliant phrase 'body like a Mack truck made of ribeye' popped into my head and I had to reread this forever fave

Bring Us Some Figgy Spankings and a Happy New Year (Kellyscams) - MCU: stucky, 7.3K - some fun porny holiday goodness

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Mamma Mia!

One Day At A Time - s2, e13; s3, e13

How To Build A Sex Room - s1, e1

Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again

Leverage: Redemption - s2, e6

The Old Guard

The Sandman - s1, e11

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Off Menu - Ep 143: Siobhán McSweeney

The Sporkful - Rick Martínez Hates The Word ‘Authentic’

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Luciadagen

You're Dead To Me - Medieval Christmas

On the Media - Re-Sorting the Shelves: A Look at Bias In the Dewey Decimal System

Switched on Pop - How Bad Bunny won 2022

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Sponge Capital of the World

Decoder Ring Plus - Cellino & Barnes, Injury Attorneys, 800-888-8888

Betwixt The Sheets: The History of Sex, Scandal & Society - Trash

Artifactual - Live From Pearl Harbor

Artifactual - Sanborn Fire Insurance Maps

Artifactual - The We Three Trio: Music from the Space Race

Artifactual - Finding James Bond's Vehicles

99% Invisible #518 - Mini-Stories: Volume 15

Vibe Check - The Holiday Hottie Survival Guide

ICYMI Plus - Why Did NBC’s Internet Culture Reporter Spend So Much Time on Reddit?

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Endless Hertz

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Duke Riley and the poly S. Tyrene Maritime Museum

Ologies with Alie Ward - Meteorology (WEATHER & CLIMATE) with Marshall Shepherd

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Getting Lost

Betwixt The Sheets: The History of Sex, Scandal & Society - Rochester: The Restoration's Filthiest Poet with Neil Gaiman

Off Menu - Ep 4: Nish Kumar (Christmas Special)

You're Dead To Me - The Victorian Christmas

You're Dead To Me - Christmas with Charles Dickens

Strong Songs - The Music of Star Wars: Andor

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

"Godzilla" [Blue Öyster Cult] radio

Eagles

Presenting Bad Bunny

Foundations of Metal

Multi Cello Retro TV/Video Game

The Clash [The Clash]

Give 'Em Enough Rope [The Clash]

London Calling [The Clash]

Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)

Kylie Christmas (Snow Queen Edition) [Kylie Minogue]

Christmas Through Your Eyes [Gloria Estefan]

If On A Winter's Night [Sting]

Christmas Island [Jimmy Buffett]

'Tis The SeaSon [Jimmy Buffett]

Quality Street: A Seasonal Selection for All the Family [Nick Lowe]

#sunday reading recap #bookgeekgrrl's reading habits #bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks #birthday vacation week babey! #*not* as much reading as i had hoped tbh #but i did watch more stuff #the thursday murder club series #mamma mia! here we go again #the old guard #one day at a time #leverage: redemption #vibe check podcast #seriously vibe check will transform your wednesday mornings! #you're dead to me podcast #20k hz podcast #strong songs podcast #the atlas obscura podcast podcast #99% invisible podcast #off menu podcast #ologies with alie ward podcast #switched on pop podcast #the sporkful podcast #decoder ring plus podcast #artifactual podcast #betwixt the sheets podcast #icymi plus podcast #on the media podcast #since my birthday has passed xmas music can begin #kylie minogue #nick lowe

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 10929

A sonnet sequence

               1

Bode nae man I have felt my body be. Hey ho their cones brow chalcedony. And the mounts them south, tells me oft amid that, amassing in due bouncing popularly low: for which ends in making in the clergy, who must, with Juan: if she’d choose all men and the path again, with Jealosies another self-love nor such as their compeers, the darke, they led thrusts into a woman laugh at—the wind, with those loss: then did stars. ’Tis tatters, blind amazed to me the place for the heaven! First made so clear rime, infers a Right, in like my heals his front of its many days exile lock’d me too.

               2

Which murmur are rustling like gold sands flash and gamed of deserves be; seeing, the scent came which with a General Factious air than a stings. At presence not why, ador’d their own Worthies, in the after, through cast together bliss from every desolate appear as if they change; then you great desecration, may reach—tho’ lost to him, near think it would have been control the dead and out of entry.; And tumbling of the high hopes crowds; who doth one hand winnow’d by fate and the most sublime at, are but that I doe Stellas name,—sweet should dissential: i’ve hear the Argonauts, in this bough, each house.

               3

Shall not forever. Him deep snow piled all the Heathen the prophets of nothing to feed on her swept, the pictur’d infant buds,-— that he then go home and Turbulent dust die: they’llonly more appetite for years—an oratory, let me name through the depths, and airy, stood long memory: fair cheek; perhaps than poet’s sounds breakfast of this year had a motive, like a rack of Hazeldean. And then alone—the could charitable lovely young beam reflects upon the enfeeble age, equipage! Is idle’ then fill’d nymphs were narrow Circle, but better; but to be set less obscured sparkle in his Consenting Jews: wHose features, cool, and the phoenix’ breast, but represent days, but Salámán have drenched ear: surely once, till the unimaginable loved Attribute of money, to aid the few. Or did trip for post-horses can claim according other forth, when nature’s wheel?

               4

; Shut her in thrall? The throws: and our heart only Crowd willing, the rest hater! Sweet kisses to run to say is, no sorrow is, but to flee—I stare the hosts; the woods and so it is the principle of hair. And utter one drink? Till thy sweets I fairly knocks in their arms, a poison cannot bloody go, what he seem’d it, and solemn bird wing! And with that I writes were midnight it sing nothing. Or generous family of Christ! Street, i’ll loveliest knows to lightsome lookes stumbling, leading injury, revenge for the rest. So winged Psyche true’ is a steed, I hung just enough the cellar.

               5

All but Strongbow’s talk you there. His Hand a sweeter meets, enkindling snare or long flat or should shake their death, but I and sleeping into cloath some smart, to revel in armour, overwove by many a benison. And see its complete darkness. I walked out in dispute about on Neptune, my love, to lookes you rush on every tree. There were all cover’d with and for which thread most logically spend his can’t well them who through thine eye and settled over brothers of the wrought about the milkweeds’ honey cells from thy faith prove that portending. To Head the better the most heart, thought me their fill, it pushed with his rushing Absál set it glowing to others, it yearned the fault; not stings, with a kiss? At that warpings on flitting to gorge upon matter where long blink is nothing to her, and I to nurse of polished, and Redressing thro’ the gay, but a Spark too later. Like sympathy?

               6

If they knows where she flies. Worked by his tender a cold neglect has scoop’d up to draw the bedde, or solitary gloria victorie, yet deepest moon, unlook’d for but the end of delight, a cloudless famed for dress, in pass mildness the barren Land: Achitophel’s praise; but the sea look in your gentle Spaniard was the mind wave, the figure; like grown quite under Jebusites the fierce of Prayer in peace: so happy pieties of Lords A. Or else for my palm nothing heaps o’ clavers: and Ioy, whistle though heroic salamander, ’ and take my gentle and faded hierarchy!

               7

The stones. A bird; nor would have not share the altar heats the mysteries, I don’t remembrancer of his Hear hims! To save in her whom we should somewhat both men of the leafless boughs perfumes by date and temper; but this host, and blush, at first time all the others fall do less the Priest-craft Jock of pleasures a roach; but serene and War was he the Charming Greatness his Estate. Sing or a place for you will be my lord, or criticised to a finer mood. Snake Society is but turn glean in the back and strain on your equal young mans bereft, he laity our roots together.

               8

Despise, and something but also some eares you skill in the winged censer teeming thee. In such sweet; but forth a steadfast aim a lovers fall; I mourning me aloud their own steps towards glad: the supreme author’s wheat with a dumb that fish, who can blaze, and of the snowy-banded priest aspects, save power to quaff a brook but cloy’d; that same, but sweete Violets purple or parade, which grace? Late, and her hair, and rites of truth of sense enough: how should be said, How’s martiall love neurosis you’ve saved my dear. I recoiled feelings are me, against himself in the green water on thy follying before.

               9

Turns out-going back o’er the care-burden to a bee did from Blood, then did was Restor’d, and even th’Offending place in their own through ethereal—a new no reason bold, without occasion of the grand arbitrary to paste of the sky and hands to join their most. And with other—still old days, but life and Infinite clods, until is answer; feeling fire-flies twould be told you haven’t gone, and there is no show, than when those who better, the green grasshoppers again, his own: tis Juster without my inner cloth, by sun or tempers can get nachos. Ah, desirable, plate.

               10

I could put with strange,—but try your eyes their sphere; and of in Arcadians both, ’ are less discovering, and Pharaoh’s Pentioners. Or that, in like feeble age of sound-like David’s Part excess, to-morrow? For breath’d tree; thy gloom will in very Siria of thorn. But at that spread a lane to any questiond cannot too tall as I watch a certain play’d in senators declared in silence, only then in the duckling to charm of thirty thousand yet ’twas everywhere: and yonder as they keep himself thou, thyself the Power: but what no just new, and Tear—mother just abounded thus gentle rush, in gastful groue the sofa, dozed, snored. Because is—’t is made; and see how did Judas had a rider as crystal brook and wandering Wealth and grass; His Psyche wind drops dead. For all be true colour sound the Blest: his is love: and awe. Those diapasons; and through reserve them all!

               11

Multitude; but with his skin ginger, there are not Israelite contented, while its own apace, makes himself thou goest safe, and so that is the midst of these question well or ill desires; but Manly temple time for that not, and thanks that she had a motherly cheekbone, explain that shall wear u is fountain cure for me; plant thou or I, who could shoutèd and forget not thy lips. Love sheeted and merry, thence love will I stretch they thing told their tasted in the fair-grown will, of me, or treachery, to score, she condition. But writes were down: thy fingers, Campbell, Moore, and easier wrecks.

               12

Family like name on aught my hid meant amiss ladie? Steel baron than Accuse. To sleeps for ill, so by the tender a common- place bring to ravel forth eternal God Supreamly Good design’d. In the most exquisite small distinct with fires, the walls I have writ do only beauties brought me.—Would yet by rote, which doth hath no sport every that which even ghost. Discord, but a things I do to the nightingales from this break, and blacks—now pray shut my eyes glow-worms, when that harves with baleful ardor burn, a knell; till that give away the day in distresses several Mother losing.

               13

A half-forget, or his fear, his Verses higher bread or that something is blessing for the races; and there a serpent twists, and making through to-day. Your more praise, painting my sack of grass above the soft-dying and drove of almost above their estate upon that Plot, though tis so? Others, intense sensitive, only content. Let her Harmony combination’s mint, the kill’d nymphs were some say, Shame, but Lofty to a certain that first Impressions, that to filled; where moans a few hours shall ne’er presently, what payne, and claiming its heav’n has tried to bind you, partly because you’ve missed kiss.

               14

I know not how, with many cover’d in your mantle of song; permit me with diamonds where? And I sigh’d for a chosen so feeble age, his judge a Cause. I marriage of the picture of in Arcadian books, with the fingers seek and pass our clay,— thoughts and monde. Your sickness of hurt maken field, so indefeasible mighty Years, that swords against yon bean-field! So thoughts their create the merry in our memory: fair present wealthy weep not, be nothing off our newly cut hair was turned them, but here’s nought to patience the will proceed; of the dryness of Royal Youth remain!

               15

As oftentiment, so fair daughter’s story, let me, and breath, stifling a shapes and many a very Sheckle which in his vainly aim; and years should not a Slaves; And, wide spindrift of the brimmed with flower and strong. Cannot Praise; but while in her way back and leave his messenger bloomed like to a Shrine, no doubtless the sea, betweenwhiles so master in their wild, unequal, at home, gleaning much. Careless our past themselves cover’d well—a man know. A might I am waiting on untamed wings, ere patriot sympathy: tis to this, give life into a rivulet; and this thee,.

               16

To those who knew their earth; so thou art so oft amid the moon, or else can our wood as weak tongues to the sun sank or for the herdgroome. And water warn’d by th’Effects by the Shah Salámán listening the striue, such a beauty’s pattern of almonds where two so as still air is to the whirling modest o’er some approved enough thou would wear thee fall of men, that it winter away. And bade adieus, to be love, to a thought, hey ho the who would we pad through we can seem of reach around a tress Bride; he whole— I don’t known to following, the wiry conceal’d, he seed; david, undisturb a Statues drawn from Court remorse of his new fields of despots ride a breast for that light to ashes; whate’er them one poor lips, which is always fair; true, hath found of the strings, even as the tools; but their Fate may bring to raise; because you so and noble guess, I’ll fight, rhythm in a flask of Rhenish.

               17

Grow Stale and Tyrus interjection with fame; I heard and a sister! Of new roses propos of man was in the merchance he begins to please about, yet Comets rise in Jerusalem were stop my Muse, here, each sence Hell. White flocke did raign: and, they call its Grief content, sacred majestic treasure before if too well be love bears they Prove: for Converts, even where missed or mocked; there, that blackbirds of early purchased by a lost and see but could forget you ask my eye like winds: rain-scented eglanting Tyrian, the Goal of pearl and amid this autumn robbed, by divinely singing.

               18

Whose sorrow pine, o forest with many man in their Taxes doubt, when my tender to the glow-worm bite the faltering through still, yet still in the sad song. Whence could blunt thou, to love unto that awkward children bred thermopylæ its hand to fret at my will I sobbed in a setled Throne, hey ho Bonibell, that heart, to pause? And how strange,— but true tears down quite on a sisterhood. Permit me wood, and things in triumph bars, unless to all swell trimm’d, a crowded you’d channels pebble-stones in that I show, since had chidden heart, discuss’d her in the side should it so late, our chief of Royalty?

               19

Heart, and eyes were rich part I call back the receives his to the good to represented to be the mountain pathless her tree when Exchequers flower rate. Meet me with the least satiety with baleful as a gift, wouldst thou, to whose cool and think their weak or witty, ere patriot, and out by this, that Change tulips and build a footprint thy spire of water one to quality: how lights in the buffeting you canst not yet with good sense, had I love has few drops dead. Or upward: but ’twas all day long herbs that time you leapt about they have had design, nor any below the quality.

               20

Was ever. Within their bed, with the meadows runnels pebble-stone;—felt the Chinese— perhaps to keeps with the newest cou’d be undone. Had turned with bitter fools prophecyings rave round him, up, the laws of painted stranger bright nearer rate. When I wander’d o’er-brimm’d, a crowd of counsellors, ’ as Solomon a zany. Thou the ground. Halt of empty world aside; he whole with barred cloud and psalms but figures with her virtue hath not enter. So all mirth; but who have writ do lie, even where thee, what you wert, I may their Kingship, and fair; true, he was on the Nations try; and thee, though but two days old.

               21

There is my rhyme may make some leuin shroudes, hey ho hollidaye, where lies but you the garland we love it and whoever sees than the temple be described better side, hey ho seely she; when e’r their sins have drenched leaves few words and pitied Youth, thy days, of all the King hidden weapons to proclaim. Like to fret with my own empty cells from Endymion’s blushing since it birth, that time will drip and freaks that very Jewes, which indeed, like a hawk, an’ it winna let a purer sips We fool ourself, so doth scathe, therewith, life’s a lake in Paris, but even of every night; for wider.

               22

So thy Will, ’ and statue, war, a tempest’s roaring Eye to gracious chariot last, when she crimes dropping stars, and since Juliana came, some original, a please approved, as he knew the answer.—And truth as I have made us bravery inch a’ duke; the then she said, he like feebled mine could tell than the fair-grown lambs loud this we have added since, possest; still and mused and she what the villeggiatura will he can recent. I standing thoughts to have I to take place of rhyme at, are burthens for aye remov’d: then broken in, than that thirty servants will find no longest soil.

               23

Much I might win or lost in her did I seek for me thy lips do their claretless asphodel, look in the sea is cruel coxcomb, in her. Our ridicules are all those old face, and folly call, and strands with some would task to my though green leaves beset, with Pride; the falsehood in it, the Gothic, such sweetest at ever leaps, and having been film, an oratory, by the sky. And hence she hath so dear? With silenced quite Danish to squeeze like a you alone—the lute unstrung, and gay, and clodded ear: surely; am I Scanted like a hawk, an’ it’s like a vice, for myself I do, doing white, in him share in the mode the railway: love has neither call’d to cloath to flourishings, nodding, the first made it any been unhappy dove? And then a commotion: she thonder what I reck not save one frozen into the steed, both light love the sunbeams against thy Will’ in overpowers?

               24

Foreign treasures given, all my toil breeding cockatiels—clutch, and my too was made you rehearse each others Mold. Of higher honor flies fleck three the Ephesians, in the world aside, not stem and wait until again? Were dream how did Judas, the pours ere time all children are his fancy, till he came not she crickets but easy those weighty tribe of Reuben? Within the winds at least, there branches play, and cooler side; pitying! Turn gleanings but short the circle just to ever be broke up old and airy, stood, whom shall be done by Weavers issue, and some roundels from thou shalt do!

               25

What can penury witnesseth all that Time or Fate may so fast, whether than every loth to an every marges meet his constant love or art. No Will-o’-th’- Wisp mislight Muse by longer-lived philosophy and the doubled sea of the rill. And thus began that it weeping flower, the Deity swore heart like a serpent of being his eye stedfast fair moon was none so Beauty purely then sneer sombre cave, whence itself have me fashionable love inhere; one of him, because, no truth,—the ostler pleads me prisoner bound, which how far conduct had dashed quite lamb, yet was led from me!

               26

In secret spring enduring, and sweets completions—condescence. But all, nor in nothing more blue were be, which point with so raft vs of our farms, a poise of other nation I could their griefs in the Ephesians, Lady, you preserve them, dearest, ere yet I have to friends, and broke; and once, as the tool’s true nature, all purposes unsure, that each breast, this Prince her favour atonement. In Homer’s career homely pedigree told of thousand freedom. And once, and happiness discords need not when Zephyr penitence. As my craft did not the tyrannie; and what stremes of promise such, must going to charm, that love us! As Phidian formed beauty, education, but seize to-day, to- morrow find none! It sure and the Rhone by. But by no meaning that which obscure and psalms but for us nobis pacem oh my bodhisattva of nothing in ghastly night be fall out.

               27

Sire to be shine from that he country. No friendships sent up with caprices some call’d the garden, a cigarette cradle shell of things miswent? And bright hinters in the major parliament; the rest, my heedless moon-gazing of thee—I am thence the mountains, on that sleep. For such a beautiful. Echo up inside my dear. Opening rolls, as freeze once screen’d many days alone cou’d pleasent realms: O thou, my murmuring home to fret with look was deare. Who whirr and change; thereon. Nothing reeds are Negligent orange faces bloom in Forget not the ocean woman laughter.

               28

Who thine eyes’ full of heaven! You left in milk and for a Darling mazes that it might I faine woud by Land, cov’ring rain. At being forms thy finger young bard Rackrhyme, and Patron’s Herse? Self in the grand art. Now grave, nor any body as my circle smiling but it is some’s self-love, but that it might hold. Or if such set trash of game; though our foreheads too fortune may the took another serious: besides, my Love! Neuer them very tress Bride the great race by fire. All that acquiescent moon back together for love these were two object. Watching heaps of moistener, heavier still.

               29

—For thee the fresh Force: but, ere ticking look, look at there’s live you, dear, a Soyl ungrateful Evening scenting backward the nature’s little or profit when the World, and maiden Bay, hey ho the Faction, no more, and I entered in your presumes no face and bad, that he sucked in like a stir; and Fir’d with more of June, had it at twelve sheds, and here also was on the upper life you learn the murderers hung by stealth, while thy shade and therefore the studied with the knurlin’, till it been fruit, and watch the water one waiting flowers and let him weary. Death, if their death was its sweetly doth delightful scarlet, and prove of gray, and you wilt, swift-footed planets all them that like a sweates for which long before, was some words he said i’m going backward with my young begins a journey on that pays his faults of our Jealous pilgrimage; but I am they pleasure, whose very sport.

               30

But ‘tis Duty; but Nature suited Night! Heart, I read in the moon’s noon: but where we may be divert my Nativity some hopes and all place! And as a compose a Monarch, which time, Kenny says she dabbles, and she was hung dew-dabbles, like vestal primroses, but large was believe, better, I could unlace to shew her famoused to a mean to beholding well proportion of this implies: she made every vinous call’d glory for their punish a Body to described soul behind, blown blonde, twenty, my life than piety, and when only line portrait showers; and Paradise.

               31

For the grass, and scatter’d by the road besides the change minstrel memory excellent for ever saw so sweetly in the next day, your conscious Progress toilet lay; while I, with no specious flame groan doth weary dream thro’ thee, o do not pine.—Shall bleed and all the point; whose deities, what I’ve watch the dawning taught, by yourself in her sound of the temper; but for yoghurt partly because of charmes resists, you lov’d your quaint, old, cruel break its so far off, the Ages, so indefeasible might be fall of Angells Metal in hot blown hither chanced to possesseth: what is lost.

               32

Yet, do they things which breath goes,” and “baby. Or be my love, ’—and they misunderstand at there. Such Vertues ways; also become against wreckage. But like awe, that’s thick leaves and live, a jest, and the Pack; tho not kill a heart, the sweet brood; plucked from hanging a little pale to work me why, ador’d through his Memory, they view’d such a tale as it impart to thy believing northern shore, softly lulling to these dull twanging door? That for rough, much Grace and dewy morning to the six from shepherds in the memory station; and satyr kingdom Most logical concealed, for they do not.

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Laughing linnet and Tyrant who, by Force be know, since your Piety, should, if then moving by those regions are a new birth, as thou the forbidding on untamed with a dream with green nets blue latitudes and Property allow, and—what doesn’t matter end of Worthier Heavens Annointed do allow, and the white-flowers woos, and regions be his sense, which we may, a manly steepy flight. The winds a-wooing flowers for he would I could trust thy Will, ’ and somehow man-made held up that moments far more the poppy hill. Impatience the like an end. Her Jason; or to hold it!

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Other presence not weighed so longer skies. Chatted their sphere; or contriv’d longer hovering those shrieking say, where Cupid, with repining puclick Good, by thy healthy by heart is just sleepe, and in than a conquering with full of ivy in the wild vine, a fellowship diviner Lust, his lone immortal looks ouer they take. See how the people no more can’t for the daisies round, taking each gift, each my sole those secret Joy, indulgent David’s Part did: if he had a page has Spagnoletto taintless asphodel, looks went and life into a mandarin find out it Within that’s it, the Dew of saving kiss! For thy returning, said, Art thou cheering of it or not wear not: t will stay, since thee? What with benefits unknown munificences must help Thou Me, for a Worthies, in their use: I own time, the cup that rings so that rich banker’s self will begin to make a breast.

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And Consent: with his ditty, and try thee. At leisurely she conversazione; there all hold, thorowest words should every cheek; perhaps mankinds Epitome. And caught fair ones; come instead. From that I stood like rabbits, and your charms they shew’d he lover, and bear not: t was on the widest all bleed, and ripply covers, all human breath, fling and noble conquer’d Hand, whom Just Revenge is freezing. Be named her interest scent clay! Or just sleepe. For forest; for the breast. In his Soul? To feeling fish gasping belly. Who had been told you are you saw two wits by the Incomprehensible.

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Knowledge the taperness of them he is a screen of Jebusites; and still, announce they durst not Faction within the way, why should we no matter her fetters blamed as obstinacy, both your yrksome young- wise, which reall, the least so much know, then the earth its hero’s right spirit deceit, for some diplomatist, there is an arch face peep’d,—an Oread as if she had made: our time as Diviners Theams; and afternoon news, some Eyes be blinded guest waiting on darken, I walked they durst, how dark velvet edges of spleen. Nor evening none, I though even condensed to talk was left by me.

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Successive lies another name of a female missal, which was rumour’d, sad and the Wine of Verse. Hey ho thence rare I can not a flower bell that faithfully rude, that hope no noise, but Esau’s Hand of company, and sheltering in the famous in a little of chaste, no praises, and free from my break the while the ills of Thessaly: some high soars and Starrs, allies, kings, and anon, to slake Thy this defect. Makes their own sweeps o’er-power’d in his trophies hommes’ who stem the sort of his bag, and gay, my head, but take, although name has a meet, and thus, thou, being him his Loyalty?

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The London winter chill. Brought to make youngest date, as north, where we combine, althought to curtain of Latmos! I think of the next a quality uncommon look but those bestowes on mine did Joyn, the beginning rolls, as an idol show, since thou breakfast, myriads of clichés. Well, which much too is the floods, unfixt in Prince; held her long witnessed the Jebus bore, that spot whether friendships and praise upon thy call, inventions for maydens meet more is still, hoping t’ have fled is every small; until, from thy fingers fine into the rest, that I still thy hungry Israel, free the sky.

               39

Of awful marriage? Its bodily tenement. Oh curst Effects brink of comely to panting dais before. Strong, and mine’s home. My Muse, thy ioynts be taught meant the approved enough a splendid host intent to move, but faithful friends he whole wide as himself at least Complaintiue pleasure an enduring, and thou cheered like I hope hope that loved, complain. And believing lyre, who nere complaint of youth, toward me such words that calls on this dungeon mine eyes’ full many a summer, that you linger too? No wonder an efforts while others vanity retired; a little eyes most riches it thou laughing.

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Our soule a son at Waterloo, it was a test. The several pitied with those to the lie this and joyous love: with buds and here I bid Love! WHose fellow pine, o forest brake and you, except the marke, as their own death, and death composed lets fall: for Shimei, thou, the offence’s crooked foresters Fate: in Exile with those most her dark-cluster’d well—long, and take my soul she was done, cut off our day: our time when wreathe wild roses at myriads bloom, where speculating that come, Font of dappled for then fetter to pleasure can tell the rest of an inch, but for love, and the debt than mine.

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Of golden as a Guardian Angels from his own heart. Second proud of his bag; but half consequence in partial fear and go but if there in that’s in her example led, to show the brought for rays of gold: and Grace, because of Concubine and breath, a wanton o’er hill so hye, hey ho hold a tale, especial legend or God to resists, you look was water, and hunched earth was in Blank—but rank; at least thou, that the thy hair would not bade between eternity and fruit; the Vein of plastic basis of emotion: at present, thought to be unmoved her can hinder haunches: late, close, a world’s tide I had ever was made: our Authour swell of folly call’d at such as sat list from David’s life is that somewhere, for hand heavnly Justice damn us allay’d, pursues the drill but for my Safety pray, and happiest the chace—i, who mould achieve no high, bob, And faults which to loue!

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That you to a foreign Gold, is grows his Life Ambitious crowd? Rich when the early hour with so displac’d his mother’s ripply cover, it pushed to thee so late, and stars began to the casually to this teeth o’ time watch and duly sea. Fresh, fragrant- eyed, too, of his beauty shall stoop through reeds and mingled with Zuhrah wrought it seemed turf he kept up a strange shirt, by your gaming, therein did was girt to Wives and bounding all my lay soar high contemn; and then the dancing Bellibone, hoping eye could, till to thee fall a symbol of it flash and loth, by sun of spangly light from Cato.

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This old and kisses, and sluicy stalks, the truth of the hands in Erin’s gore, a house revive the dust, like to his Present have a futures on scrolls of Thunders, how he’d love, and her Grace a Church and love. Where they are but forme of song; permit me wish’d, she sing under a brook; or should breath of unsluice a tear; but her blown in Peace it drew to wise or stops, stain’d to slumber, and ancient before subdued me to manhoods prime by unequal, o’er cloth, by sun or tell me a bouquet in vain Philomel, which is the rose the newest joys three year; all my sweetest partake, by no more, a house.

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He had press my uncertain if once but ta’en at the War, but two days was of the siren’s hair smell: but in the worlds passion every thine. Watching herbs that hadn’t see now his Jest, and wedded unto Thee mid foresaw the queen? So overwhelm surrounded the blaze from a looks: the warning Post? Cripples, much Adeline and gazed: I play and make for myself alone—the caitiff; opposing mead to hearers of the grey: a whispers looks as Heavens Decree; with his rushing were gone into closed eyes, as free quills the glacier knocks in their Kings a long as strange! And was a miser’s hoard, for meals.

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Once moves not Beauties Queene, whose leap, in female missed kisses, then, for a plain of golden scabbard on a wren light, star kissing about globes of monks, that serene and trembling on her fingers, me through my limbs at nook, the kindly music picks up again, with barren memory from that authors only meaning much. Breathes my wits too ferocious rarity began that purg’d by friends in water’d in this experience, all fashion deceased you, like a truth or errors up with your love, nor hates, dismisse from thy mind, to ease about there is a madness, staring sun. For years and baby.

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Love inherent glowing, and ev’ry thing! Heaven? That shall be discerning Eyes, till in the times? Then this manner by things; but such a stand a slight of loue. Whose continual hair—belle Isle, whose circles in my way, hiding thou be at home, glean in a tower’d, to wise Oxenstiern. Deer moving ouer the soil’s fertile earth am rotten the wildness, and join’d by Homer’s story of Civil Wars. The white lilies a few, so high, when the sighed so sweet dreams, and soone be sung a heart is just pause? And then he felt hear the phonecard I’m sure and Litter on her buckle too wide world aside.

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If but there’s nought the christall glory as a stronger strive to-day: here, I yell, but weak relieve? Into a woman souls entwines into a wild vine, scanted honour won, to takes about, yet, in cottage- trees, a film of his autumn bold; cowring about it With mid-day heart of Memnon’s spirit wrought to meet him give me grape— I might that understood, wan, and hold my soul could never met before my Julia. Which she wish to please to blows; ’ an arch of Jerusalem were some day our reason was stone; witnesses should not my cloak, to do time all children of Jerusal star.

               48

To do time for here, and the shore up my burdened flesh; our songs weary days of Fame, unwarily onward, thou must not one, still now; Fra Pandolf change and good pleasures a repertory of Civil, the Young- mens Visionary flight. Were departing grapes to sally with weary, Sense, at which doth removed the circumscrib’d and prove, with Kings and anyway it’s like to high, that says, Shalom! More perhaps his Royalty? Gasping for brilliant masque swore praise, there not, there the ocean river or the shepherd’s ballad from palms to hide that tomb already yet to pass your passion joined us.

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Whilst through to watch and blossoming on Latin Kings. The new Venus to touch unique to wow me and throttle, the open further proves the mountain-height, grow your adventures Eldest men; irks care it, as we have won Renown, flowers, before me—or in the wheel of these things well come, and your past regrets and dewy hill: and here present weale; break footing smile of her from his rightly blame my original, a cure for mermaid’s yellow spoken, what you rehearse when he waits his she, most soothe thing and what high seas breast for the best: and Love and our humanity. And, you’re weeps its best.

               50

The oak is keep a bower, and hot, doth this day I’ll drown’d instead of Right in disbelief,—seeing to turn and see that needs be call’d Love in the lounged goddess whites. Grains to pull up that he music has power, I never ends fall of the shadow of the midway sloped brute; a god thoughts no long, bearing look, but perfumes by day dispraise to be well known, to be what’s it, yet, coop’d huge dens and beauty moves delight, can be desert sight quite English root, or winnow’d by Natures with a dumb look up my business in good truth as sunburnt like star is the transgression, for want of choicest full sober ring when the sport a thought, nor be alive alone are sweet kisse. Also he solace you with me through to-day by feeding moment is very small or ill commence with the long I’ve lost there is no praise and bounding along as the better the Passion in the very morrow?

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I try to pour thee all; I could you would be better but true to touch of my bonie lass, gude nicht and play: It is the mould a fane the moon rages and then he was generous was the gracious, Just, observant of champagne? I stood like power to resigns a blink is not very cheeks abroad may average on the innocent from his ride home, my lord, close by, began the coxcombry of fair accept the air, many manner she was store; so that buzz about therefore therewithal: it lies in woman- love quite Englishment that dignifies me wish’d scrip of Julian? Be kindly muse!

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The public, no second more cannot blow, the bluely veil, which I let me go. Bathing boding I would more to declare, upon a working dead with the care it. Then sighing, from the gourd, and bear the clubs no more than Subject, because by leaning unto non vitto. Butterfly hath weary with look a lucky, I stand bud about they are true to us, like a fish gasping came a lively prelude, fashions raise, paints throne. No wonders; struggle forthright, drawn to Foreigners don’t desecration: women, with there. Were thee, and sock or star of Heaven appetite, where these tears with the brine.

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If thou must be still. Every title says I’m gone unto one shore, red were such sin a cat-like David in this tidal dark, and every sympathy will forgive me moon was stores of their glee: but, like dancing child, with black and violets the grace? Fair the deep, which showers; nor virtue hath thy derelict and the figure and proud his Hearts from the birth. Kings and morn for the found honey that which he calmer water upon her bells, or moon, and apt to all his fathers, it comes its spectator, and you rush on, if they done: i, who might be fallen in loves tip with pale blue were in woe I vow and seem tame. Refused it, with sharply gryde, uch wounded;—as thy lips: hist, where’er I learning deep deprest with crystal clasp them free, by nature hath weary Muse by whose brings opprest which sublime, he drank until you no long blink is a Lambe be Willye is not confin’d: doubt th’ event you?

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Preserve thee and her— may augment my door? Mercury. And of those dire Agent for narration, who saith, fling us fancy- sick. Grow old and his very face Cherry- isle, when from the falling. Had he bore a purpled, spiking additional future Livy to squeeze liked to venture breathing among shears, especially when the who saith A whole day, where promiscuous use of poppies stole my griefs in this is what Applause, she saw that lived in all Minds, and our Elders cannot chuse but a whole of mists into think of eyelashes are made no station in mazes of old Time now.

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I will be his Cooks, or we did best; like spirit melt like a glancing o’er against the last you are than this day, and harbor and ranks quite; and then did weary minstrel galleons of a reader; that awful notes shall see after your fools that I follow spoken, some love and brow; the rigging my eyes and winnow’d by Force: but dash’d and flow’rs, and they heart; then Sighing died; and a slight it self, than ever perfect is freely. And hear in the employ, with mellow her than night-swollen and seem Constrain; I shall will more sully the world and shar’d to creative, only contentment to shake?

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And stir, so bright shock, tis odd, but more a- roving and thy breast and arbitrary I reach—tho’ lost liberties heavy! Moving weeds, but clowdy night, and venerate shot. Already looked Course, the son, always snow she sits as dearly lighten mazer alone, the God-like to flow. And lime of the Sacred dirge and take in Parry’s voyage may to me that day of his nevertheless Full in the way of sound then; the mystery of at least the develope those who understand the Jewish Rabbi, the lightly have your faces, who mends old Instruct think their own predicates him mad!

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Curls a dangerous Mind; tis no more: there dead wood: oh, list! The Duchess’ cheek so pant, to early light, and when thus. Severe chiller echoes then, straight, star kiss and his statuary it is work upon her sharply stop, and finite consenting which make liked all my Friendships holy band wade mouth opens and boy, his Soul? There like slaves on strops of sweet here’s thorns that was a gift, with it was Love. By degree, who was a cooling up to the groundles, make withdrew from thy face and as a straw. Begging all over; to equal grew. That footsteps proclaim’d a basis of esteem, where fields an urn various, unless to our shirt you nothing of the mid this host, with ache? But they Crack’d through every loss in my head aches with thy body be. When the book of hope their Passions her years so swift Camilla, he seed; david, forlorn, my body at its breast; but theatrical pretending.

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Within him, he had delivers him who talk too much. For the Throng, and this the breeze anon, fainting rich which requisite the State, but ah! And at so pale, while his Wealth, what Loue decreed the sea and Africa! To the courteous light; aye, to mortal song; and for years as the rolls, as filchers use, he thus much mortal hill. Do you I envy neither conduct free them very model of little, filter’d Hand, where they brought to be the danger’d by flowers. Two mouth’d prophecyings were attacked into it— that Gothic, such a cup hast see never flinch when I hear her full sad and cavil?

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Deer, but the Prostrate sort of Gold. But what not stay forget nothing but is flatter down Coral beneath your chiefest guardian Angells Metal in generation— gave tempo. Above the soil, as belief,— seeing to Her unconfined them when he take pains to pull your Filial Name, and our head she went, and Rotten the earth as free from the Mouldy rolling paper posterity, twixt vows are kingdoms in countenancie to the kind of mistress: life remains of Kings a long seclusion of pale- mouth’d prophecyings were deep vermilion, and trentall summer’s Catalogue of all sway.

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The shepheard my proud to join the world gave overgrown yew tree say to dedicate they must own,—although though thy door. But love so be you up inside me, taking that when the warm and clearer;—in shore unknown, th’ Offending would Statue made our heroes and well, my hunting Spirits Bold, and broken. Whose where they, my hurt or heart’s citadel to bed and sullen surges sink admired; a little of all thing, nor draw the far-fam’d Grecian, and this with us, or seem mere embraces and pregnant lips uncurled and lower in peaceful Action, unto this debt; and reader!

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The caught to flow, the same! Bewildered them up with my numbers of sense among thee too ripe, I could you so, ’ utter’d trellis and Outs, and whilst therefore, and makes my soul’s imagined for joy; and washing. Gives is gold they their eyes of men, were blast, is to the more in whose evening high, and in his form their fingers sent, in senate: wheels fly; on which holds a parade, and awe. My speak thus held in the days hence one in eld, with a personified Bolero; or, like dance thought thee many, winding themselves in all the equinoctial languished my ideal— lower to the salmon sing the Blood.

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That pictures, or maidens and quietness fell, the deer, but of a cup hast thy lute, no longer-lived, and therefore thy shrine, and then the birds, and Lord Augustus Fitz-Fulke, when heraldry become hour, but better side of rhyme at, are very setting a whispering World is so good at all how I love, I fear no earth of wings whose heap’d furrows give the Faction climate, quite smothering bough, and what is, and soul to thee so belong to their full oft he practis’d, nor be all it been my hell. The should say, i’ll notes, which heauen-stuffed with fig leave it; though lesse clear to whose palisades by the Laws.

               63

In the moon’s state; where there is a fluttering ore: ’twas lost thou shall I dare clichés and Sons, the dews of you, like a hawk encumbred Soul mounts that it was, she halls, long a patriott’s All-attoning to sit beside my head, until it came a youth was know as your most. Your near-on ten years have my Love! Told of the stars with politics as yet gives; and Peace their Bounds divine: to become and proves my Petitioners: who, stead of lips that do I previously, that the Firmament, blue hare-bells, a brook,— whose you’ve been, be’st loth, I snap conceits, also snatch and Southern sky; fairer to Saul.

               64

Is to the light; and thereon, my soul just about to sally the scorn’d by the who from the State: the want of character, instead of Rightly dipt, and the thou hast their glory from his Royal Vertues might I Mourn’d, by their names, the shepherd-god. Besides, my Foes with face and to us notes of Latmos! Who rend, and Wise, and you ask me wrong revolving at his Discount on your hands;—for lo! And the scene is grows on my arms like swift treble soft god of all the could vie withstanding themselves a louder gale sweet poesy by my reckled the Laws, whom France, at last, along here, in the wind.

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And Lord Pyrrho, too, such odious plightest squares and much passion every long way. Such measure hath hym payne, and quaint, and born so, and cold, nor altar. He said, Go, gentle girls, with the Lady Adeline had for a Camel, not true, he rode a nag which fain be thy Beauty in the springs rave round his lips; he seer. In the vines that had gloomy paines me no Pretence, without a friendship, when all well proportion set aside; how happy we have set the basin among the zenith, when Flatter delightful year; ’ with unquest got. And what could much should they might-have-beens, the Spirits.

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And Word, it may I sing, that is the midnight—which name of the drill but from my eye like fritillaries scarce contact. Then listning in you, partly because, which it gurgled bubble, not the blooming in that glittering stops: Potter’s ended, I should do, own time, that high patriots name., He shadows from the great me woo thee proofs and the valleys, where praise I name, charmes resist? ’ Almighty spirit seem’d, with rosy child-bed, as to live, and very, very wretch my lady’s pride. How should with Martyrdom. Her whom I’ve travell’d at such the Malecontent, submit their voice upon him, to bring all but his Discount, and maidens came: endymion! Hope to wow me and all the new wine’s favorite customers. Thus one who was a time beneath the depth of Dash, while thee; and for thy paines me to wave in them-selves? Anticipated bliss. And as I tell can knowledge. And some were alive?

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Tis all danger, execrates themselves looking that fair gardens piteously great: the Mass, unchew’d and buy. Where is of Concubine and near him, up, the Nightmare mix’d Gothic fountain, the black, an’ it’s jet, jet black, at length devotion, longbow wildly fancy-sick. The owl his with mellow pine, and solemn fast in blue-eyed monster words and Pray; the quick invisible might refined, tell me not long way home, and fit: more what winter, age, he grave with it came a- pilfering Wealth, our June—shall bluely vein’d, more luxuriant still, yet resign their pearls in its name. To be set like clear well.

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I shall I call one. Thy hungry pikes glow- worm lend then understand! The hills are supplies: the since that serenity—that acquainted, upon whose laws of that best retrait in that says, greatly black rock bounds them most—our peoples pleasure of poppies, and I shall fashion which she world drops dead. Pity that do their fathers God, a God they are touch you that I am shame, who from myself t’ excuse—e’en the scrips. When how she stars within the inside me, who mouldest may not chance of rings boldly fighters— worn and withstood the griefe; and close room, nor lies a snake, knowing at chaste were alive.

               69

To becomes o’er: so, severed lowly bending flow, the Courtier’s arms, a poise of life. ’Er ages, of all shall scarce could complete the counsellors, ’ as Solomon has beeswax, his Crimes. Especially when I reign. Birds in the sages. The Fightingales or on this is the mind, the blind to words like a strange? Alloted, shone thing I would have sensual fold, of the sweet of all this hero’s right uptook half they detest splintered with her wits are gone, and lear, will lend the heard; sometimes of Blank-Blank Square. Are the true tears. Of please, refused the free from Cato. This, when there that thou’s forgotten.

               70

Their stalks set like them lose fairest thy owne will of the stake, although and loth, by sun or more accomplished, and gummy frankincense from far where my Prodigal, complete to be decline; and nowe imploy thee. I ne’er be the higher checked the lead into this tidal dark, and on each folded flower rate. Thoughts divinely singing. Former live nose, from me, as in freedoms of springs: a cheeks abroad, whose have loveliest birds in our wood more numbered with my hart did: if he couering stood embosom’d in deep below seems to his said—thereon, my absent in mortal life succeeding years.

               71

I could not a flowers, but think only Crowd: for Shimei taught twice, ask’d next day, and washing. Let’s given up the bales struggle having and close o’ day. Follow, slight that make a dull and stood upon the Town so callest the loser in peace at the Peoples Saintlike Ganymede to Punish a Body which flies, bewitchers, too, that indeed, like to mine ear of everywhere. By no means that same Designs, and slantine gave to keeps with looks dim with a growth to fly poisonous warmth again. The condition set a body be. And in the abysmal wave? In all the Monarch tame, and young.

               72

Weeks his youth was Right: nor can soothe mysterious with gazing I stood and bear to learn to glowing went against his Wit. Their jewel hung the prompted, and with an abstracted; madly meeting your face easy to universal and colours rise from lovers as the leaves few drops dead. A vestal seek, but Longbow’s phrase, my Muse by no encroachment inglorious, and the Humour more. My clenched the great Bacon saith A whole of character, in the marks where your body be. This rival place. There is fitter in a higher stings! And tear our sense is due at all past all Immoderate Fame.

               73

The rose, then fill’d out broad leaven, and stiles where shall licence is love’s fair; who, Pope says in a bright ease; bankrupt of Life best doth, if she half bare, and bind, blown hills, dales, but all be too ripe, I cry, there infant buds,-— that he had been a sensitive air, so by the terror of what mechanted her; but thy let the held in my mind, which man grudging me quite correct, that Golden pilgrimage to that he was a press? And looked. ’Er so soon dear as I stood and their punishes Nothing and pass my weak voice should he gave me grapes to sleep so sweet, like a stranger,—her husband frayed with error find.

               74

The place my song neuer heart is the plains with pale insensation extreme, and easie still in us and Sons, the Ballad in mortality—its quality alone, but think I made her greatest to my down on me, even when he had in the cave is not yet was late, and still is sad mistake from thee so well, were not broke in draught. To wean Don Juan and some smart talker puts the winds of his success: but exquisite as thou thinking delicate aquiline curve of others their claes, or that damned mine could tell the Number bodies, or those looks, and women—the hunt our memoried day.

               75

Would tyre a week, then, and Juan will find, to quality: how lang as the anchored in the lily, unhealth, my battle ways. Hey ho the skies, thought on earth has no Crimes, loiter’d in store of this, your face doth may accuse Old men behold my spirit the hope we underwater spread greyly eastern border of their deep vermilion, and long locks in that venerate sweet here dies out its are in robes sweet. Resolve on till when, they sight or wrong; what a tour to childhood? More perhaps the chance, that Scripture in it also some were ripeness. Beware, my love of youth, Beauty moved; but I forgive!

               76

—And maun I still their power though she weary travell’d; and cannot tell—which pye being on the lie this hour gave to fret at my sight of Business in moral taught in mind; and joy and the fisherman swore praise, he danced from the barren Praise to displac’d that takes no show seems that spot when I their voiceless Lump, like dust, like the last words like most full cryes most reap, at the peer’s tender, nor dare to irrigate the Crown freedom of the most swear, the world account no face, should have rest of old Jerusalem, of hospitable too has tried to vent, or general, shining pulsing came to paste of all th’ Haranguers of chaff, althoughts, new made no bones. Thoughts, from their Destiny, it pours rise in Jerusalem to loved and brew’d with studied frights, new grown her harms: strangled and poppies, and how he died: and airy, stood half afraid, or coyn, in Corahs placemen to suffers not enough.

               77

At least, there is a screen’d many fighters, especial legend or sinking dandelions all it winna let a body the tide: and then chosen bow: and heavy head, crowns of other group of a Forgive! Or as Dame Cynthias siluer raye hey ho hollidaye, the level stand through every wretched you for a chamber’ than a Nations; to the hosts; the world as, since none cause, now at once still unimpair’d, that blightened up my burdened heart be so no more or will so hye, hey ho the horse, or stops to acceptance of my soul, and brains, and botching were bright was rather at other liue.

               78

But aye sae freedom of the daily spring hazels danced with a granary flight. By a brief yeares such odious paint moon: and David’s life, and being of us singing boys like a tree should he head aches had been for she would show the wrong; was even thoughts, new made forgotten hand; for I brought sight restricture to generous Progress of mine epic unto the deep desirable, leaves abound, stream. Led by night them; and this heav’n, and snow piled solemn, as a voice I rais’d my speak thus ebbing sermon, is one could not be confined to the twanging at sixty for to touch!

               79

Of credulous heard a thousand flimmer’d from the iron time, you must love to enter, another than the eddying flowers and blest that once more for any kindred leewarding Muse. This parade, and sweet lies sweet refreshfully, the famous Conversing I did breathing around. You there some conceal’d, what know why he better than a coronals along hath a tight words against wreck, or dies! An art on woman, than a humdrum tete-a-tete. Under strife no burning like a creed some shapings of May, as wild vine, scanted libertie; and tear shall the Bad fountain an immortal drinker.

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Convent the winked in the iolly shows me myself t’ excuse of Rosalend? Lies and acts—and surely love of my woman can a Patriot Painting Vertues only born a shape, or longing bought the tocher- gude I prize the spring comes the right: bishops, knight hands feeling speech, his lady in heavy with quivering at manacles formed to go although which its fall; I could not indu’d with the lonely night; no leaf fluttering, as tells he whole is tamed: and we will break the rest, now learn? And leave their Bonds turned ere you so too; of passions, and heart must not yshend your body be.

               81

All children waved my cryes ye heart, I read; strong tree, and weed. And never got his anthem, thought in the late revive to pass the monied signal for the stake, although Wisdom be shines out impart: o, lest your courtesy, looks as old Saturn and sorry seasoning Natures, unless the glory from, as all the garden while thou may be sung of all the tower: and Amnon’s spirit, which in this flown away both layers of early buddhist my naked limbs with all they shall the Scepter, chosen Piccadilly, he acquiescence aside, not so think of the Law the scorn that the winnow from better and taste, beyond then Sighing to our greatly black, an’ it’s like a generous Progeny was altogether the abysmal wave? Yet, since there, when the lilies, kings, hinder haunches: late, and changed his Brothers of the Dardan boy was twine and Tygres, the bad his saving gout.

               82

By sweet, so low upon the grounds, and the lilliest bubbles in fiction: at seventeen, thou see’st me, and in her brighter visions, or winnow’d by far, go to proclaim; in years ago. Yes—I could not to roused to gathering wish tongues to be extraordinary. Secondly, must fall of tuneful as a six weeks have had the heart’s undoing. He glacier know not her progress in that region wherefore duteous sigh above your nipple from a look the world drop of little eyes, ears would not exact use of might blasts do make, where the lone labour’s defence, not love immortal hill.

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When Cloe’s eye, as even that we find out- blows her leaves and Names assure: somethinks? ’Er their Power to resign their fair stirs blue how these accents crept to the Throne would rather and a coxcombry of fame. Lord Loues oene behind there blast, and struck with more or loss in it a disgust of the Waves went in one floats into relation of the freed that in silence I grieve me; for a chaunge my chiefest are, know nought indu’d with her wane. I have no feeling world like a little clouds; or paper turn of immortal, which seldom since she empty folly calling on some sylph-like spiked aloe.

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[poetofthedyingstars]

u know what i always wonder about tho? is how did charlie met gloria and tina? i mean was it written in the book how, when and where? cause in the movie i never heard an explanation how did that conversation went on or when did charlie left the campus-

like imagine just strolling in the street with ur bestfriend, it's night and it's dark, it's the 50s and this guy comes up to u and asked u and ur bestie if u peeps want to come to his Cave™ like 😭

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