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tuesziday · 2 years
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Hot damn are Greek Orthodox Churches beautiful
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headspace-hotel · 1 year
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so, in regards to your recent posts on kane-tucky and usa food industry, do you / how do you keep active hope and not slip in into apathy and "looking out for my own" get out of dodge mentality? im having a hard time articulating this, but what makes you not curl up into a shaking mess in anger resentment and a deep desire for change that likely, if ever, wont happen in our lifetime.... any advice is appreciated
The short answer is "getting out and doing stuff in the real world, educating, volunteering, whatever is within your ability"
I will add that "looking out for your own" is not...bad. Like I don't know precisely what you mean by this phrase, but it's actually very important to come to terms with the fact that your impact is strongest where your feet touch the ground, and you have a responsibility and relationship to the people immediately around you, the place immediately around you.
This has not been a popular opinion of mine in the past, but...you can't and shouldn't care about literally everything on the planet. There is of course huge global disparity with access to resources and aid networks, and the largest communities we belong to are: all of Earth and the whole human species.
However: your level of agency is so low with issues that are happening on the other side of the world from you, compared with issues that are happening in your home town. And we're seeing people just get completely burned out from compassion fatigue without ever doing shit because the global responsibility is pushed on us and the local responsibility is not.
I hated my hometown for a decade. In high school I wanted so badly to leave. It's one of those desolate-feeling towns that's developed enough for a shopping center and big chain retailers but not enough to have a sense of community or a single bookstore. I've never been able to place myself precisely along the urban-rural spectrum because I feel isolated from even isolation: there's nowhere to go that doesn't feel razed by human development, where you can't hear the noise of traffic on roads, but it's all cattle pastures, sprawling storage facilities, auto parts stores, big, empty churches. One wrong turn will put you in a dark valley where there are rotting, derelict trailers on cinder blocks hidden back in the woods, and this place has that same feeling of "nowhere to go."
And I felt paralyzed by everything bad happening around the world and the fact that I was just one person, and I had gotten the horrible impression that the only thing I could do about anything was vote and donate money to links I saw online. The worst lie the internet taught me was that in saving the world, nothing matters except Power, Money, and an unclear third category that involves throwing bricks at cops.
But I touched grass. And the weeds taught me something. Do you see the parking lots, the harsh pavement and gravel and brick? I saw. I was surrounded by this landscape of brutal, totalitarian surfaces, impermeable concrete locking the soil away. But in the cracks in the surfaces, dandelions, purslane, and spurge were thriving.
I observed that the spurge stretched out like a shaggy rug and padded the concrete surfaces. The old leaves of the dandelions, as they withered, caught bits of dirt as it flowed into drainage ditches after rains. Soil was forming, and the sprawling structure of the early weeds seemed specially adapted for the task. In older cracks, more plants moved in; I found a wild ruellia blooming in a paved road, an evening primrose. And in some places, seedling trees.
Have you seen what happens when a sidewalk is left unmaintained for years? It disappears. The roots slowly buckle and break it into pieces, and it vanishes beneath lush leaves and moss. A tree growing in a crack in concrete will slowly pry the slab apart.
This is how my IRL rewilding project got started—just pulling plants from the pavement cracks, raising them in pots. I was surprised and awed at the resilience of the plants. I found little trees in concrete with at least two years' growth on them, that had survived being mowed down multiple times.
The weeds changed my viewpoint on the world forever. Up until that point, certain facts about power and politics and money had seemed like law, but I'd suddenly seen that there was a deeper magic.
The dandelions' survival made it possible for others to survive, which in turn made even more life flourish. They could not demolish and remove the concrete and pavement, but they could overcome it by refusing to be destroyed, because the power to take care of each other is in their nature.
People have made fun of me for telling others to go plant a tree. I think culturally we have this ingrained dismissal of things like that due to the twee, cutesy associations of "tree hugging" environmentalists, except in this instance it's because planting a tree is pointless in light of something something systemic issues, not because climate change isn't real, or...whatever reason people have for finding environmentalists cringe. (That is kinda sus now that I think about it.)
And I'm not saying planting a tree will fix climate change. I'm saying that something in my brain had broken and planting a tree unbroke it.
Go outside. Touch grass. Do the work in the immediate community you belong to, in the place you are in, where you have the best and most impact. We have the power to take care of each other, and that power grows stronger the more we are cared for.
The internet is a good place to share information, but that's fucking it. The real stuff, the stuff you can touch with your hands, the stuff that will heal despair, is out there in the real, touchable world. You need to see and feel what you are doing. Don't just give help—accept it. The power to take care of each other is in our nature, and by nature we can give more when we thrive as a result of others' care.
I hope this helps.
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bluberimufim · 6 months
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Cool and spooky-ish Portuguese legends and mythological creatures because it's nearly Halloween!!
I've been wanting to do this for a while now, because I've felt disconnected from Portuguese culture lately and I'm trying to get into it. So I wanted to share some cool things I found because Portuguese folklore is something no one talks about and I love to share my culture with people! Please be warned that the translations may sound kinda awkward and that this is almost 100% from Wikipedia since Portuguese mythological creatures are a super obscure topic, and the only other big resource I could find was a super expensive book. That being said, the Wikipedia sounds pretty legit because it sounds like it was written by an old person.
Now let's get into some of my favourites!
Werewolf
This is a basic one but I still find it pretty funny. When I visited Cova do Lobisomem (trans.: Werewolf Cave), I learnt that the legend there is that, if you have twelve kids, the eldest son (in the story it was a son, but I don't know what happens if your eldest is a girl) becomes a werewolf and has to go live out in the wilderness. Another closely related legend mentions they have to serve some kind of penitence, but I found nothing on it.
Peeira (or "werewolf fairy")
Known as the "female version of the werewolf" and is able to control wolf packs. Her power seems to be guiding these wolf packs by being a reasonable and more human-like figure in the group, and is described as "lovely and wild" (omg that sounds sooo pretty). Information contradicts in this bit, also saying that she either has feelings for the werewolves or that she lures men into the woods to feed them to her ghost-wolves. A girl becomes a Peeira by being a couple's seventh oldest daughter, or by being called upon by her "predestined/soulmate werewolf".
Bisarma
Ghost of colossal size that can stand over valleys with one foot on each mountain, and sing monotonous tunes in "huge voices" (idk how else to translate it). This mythological creature also shows up in parts of Spain.
Weaving spirits. If you leave out a bunch of linen and a cake, they'll make you a linen cloth as fine as a hair, but if you forget to leave out the cake, they'll burn the linen. Apparently, people used to claim their ancestors had sheets made by the Jãs.
Zorra Berradeira (trans.: "Screaming Fox")
Shows up in Algarve every 7 years and, when it's not there, it's theorized that it visits other countries. It's a fox spirit that screams all the time but can be heard better at midnight or midday and, if you mock it, it will chase you down until your death.
Velha da Égua Branca (trans.: Old Lady on the White Mare)
Appears in Algarve on full moon nights and makes a lot of noise in the fields with pots and pans. She rides a white mare, wears a white cap with red ribbons that look like lightning, and holds a knife in her left hand. She's been called a "personification of the night".
Homem do Chapéu de Ferro (trans.: Man in the Iron Hat)
Another spirit from Algarve, but evil. He appears at midnight on the sides of roads and fountains, or under olive or fig trees. He's always accompanied by an animal, which is the Devil in disguise: either a black pig, a huge black rooster, or a deer with antlers as tall as a church tower. He has a gigantic frame, is "bronze-coloured" (whatever that means) and wears an iron hat. He'll run away when he sees the Old Lady on the White Mare (oooooh Algarvian connected universe).
Hey, people who live in Algarve, blink twice if you need help with all the supernatural shit because this seems disproportionately hardcore
Okay, this next one is gonna be longer because it's a whole legend with a plot, but I still want to tell it because it's kinda spooky and I love it!!
The Golden Lamprey
On full moon nights, on the banks of the Minho River (northern border with Spain), you can see a very beautiful Moorish girl with golden hair caressing a giant golden lamprey. The girl spends the night combing her hair with a golden comb or singing a sad melody, and the lamprey swims close to her.
According to legend, the lamprey had once been a Portuguese knight, and the girl had been engaged to another man. The two had been sentenced to death for their forbidden romance and had both been cursed - he turned into a fish and she can only gain physical form under the full moon.
There were men who set out in boats to search for the girl, either to seduce her or to steal her fine silk dress, but none ever found her.
Until one night, a young man disappeared after being heard in the tavern, clearly drunk, declaring that he was going to search for the golden-haired Moorish girl. His plan was to make her fall in love with him, sell her comb, and then open an inn where he'd let curious travellers take a look at this supernatural river girl in exchange for large sums of money.
The next day, the lantern he'd set out with was found on some rocks near the river by a few fishers, and his body was found in the water, a bit further ahead. On his neck, there were the marks of small, sharp teeth, similar to the shape of a lamprey's mouth. But what startled the fishers more was the satisfied look on the young man's face. (not posting a pic of a lamprey's mouth bc it feels like it would warrant some kind of content warning but pls do look it up if you're curious, it's horrifying)
There was also another legend of another cursed Moorish girl but on a rock this time that I remembered reading in school, but I genuinely cannot find it. If you know anything about a story named "A Moura do Penedo" (not the cursed snake princess one) pls hit me up, I remember loving that one as a kid. "Cursed Moorish girl" is such a common trope in Portuguese legends that it's almost unsearchable.
And if you want to add anything or correct any of the information I presented, please feel free! This is very much "baby's first dive into Portuguese folklore"
That being said, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did! There are other less-spooky legends I'd love to share, if you're interested! Happy Halloween/other coinciding spooky holiday!
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cheerfullycatholic · 5 months
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Part of the 85% of Men that Initiate the Thought of Abortion
Steven Alabama, United States
Giving God all the glory, honor and praise to Him for forgiving and restoring my life through Him dying on the cross for my sins. 2 Cor 5:17-18 "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ he is a new creation: old things have passed away; and behold, all things have become new. Now all things are of God who has reconciled us to Himself through Jesus Christ and has given us the ministry of reconciliation!"
I grew up in the Christian Church in San Gabriel right outside East Los Angeles, but in Junior High/ High School it wasn't cool to be a Christian and I backslid into the world of popularity, drug use, and gang life. By the age of 17, I had dropped out of high school, was in and out of Juvenile Hall, and buying and selling drugs for the benefit of the gang. 
I began seeing a girl I went to high school with and immediately we were engaging in sex outside of marriage and using drugs constantly together. I truly was not trying to be in a relationship with her, I was sadly just having fun and not looking for any commitment. Soon enough, we discovered this lifestyle comes with consequences and we became pregnant because of the way we were living in sin.
Immediately, I wanted out of this problem that I thought could be easily fixed through a simple abortion. I became part of the 85% of men that initiate the thought of abortion in a mother's mind. I blamed her father who is a fire captain using his own words, saying if she ever got pregnant she would be cut off, etc. I convinced her this was our only option as we were barely 18 and unable to be parents. We went to Planned Parenthood Pasadena where we had received faulty contraceptives so they could help us abort our child, thinking it wasn't a big deal if we took care of it in the first trimester. I thought it was her body her choice, and it really didn't have anything to do with me.
I truly don't remember the month of the year this happened because of the amount of drugs I was using, but shortly after this our relationship ended, the drugs stopped getting me high, and all of my "gang friends" became enemies. The Lord was drawing me back to Himself. I rededicated my life to Christ and he was faithful and just to forgive me! 
I met my wife at church and we were married at the age of 22. We now have 3 precious girls. 
God opened the door for me to be involved in pro-life ministry at our church after meeting and sharing with Norma Murakami, who helped me into a post-abortive healing Bible Study. 
Now almost 15 years later God has opened the door for me to be a full-time missionary for the unborn. We lead teams to pray peacefully at local abortion centers and share the hope of Jesus Christ and local resources for women in crisis pregnancies. We've seen over 120 babies saved from the hands of abortion in Southern California just this year. God allows me to use this testimony in speaking to many others in the same situation of going to Planned Parenthood to kill their child. God truly redeems all things and this is why I will be silent no more!
Find more testimonies at Silent No More
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margokesses · 14 days
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So one of the things I'm using in my historical fiction novel is the original Presbyterian Mission Home later known as the Dondalina Cameron House.
Which is where these Christian women opened up a boarding house for Chinese women to stay who were being abused or prostitutes bc back then in the 1870s to like up to the 1900s things were so bad for Chinese women and girls immigrating bc of multiple different factors (poor families in China selling their daughters to America, abuse from servitude and prostitution with the tongs, the page act, etc)
And the thing about this house was that while it did help the girls like be safe from the streets and they learned English and other literacy skills and made a little money sewing, they were also like trying to be converted to Christians.
So they would get up and pray and do chores. And then they would like sing hymns for the white visitors. And if they wanted to get married (which was an easy way to like make it in the world back then) they had to be a Chinese Christian man that Margaret Culbertson (the main lead of the house) approved of. And they also like couldn't go outside unless they were escorted.
So like when they went to church every Sunday they were escorted. And there were like a few occasions of her escorting the girls to go visit places around the city for like sight seeing but they essentially remained in the house.
Plus like there was no sort of mental health resources and they didn't like... care to know Catonese or look up Chinese customs/cultural things until later on. Like they didn't even get a translator officially until one of the girls eventually grew up old enough to be one.
And in the back of my mind I was thinking like "there had to be some girls that didn't like this, right?" And i found a source that said that some girls didn't so that's interesting.
Anyways this is just to say that research is your friend and you should always dig deeper into things.
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basedkikuenjoyer · 6 months
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Crown Jewel
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We're skipping the discourse around this one. Ginny is Bonney's mother, Kuma's her daddy, and there's the potential of a half-Tenryubito bloodline which would explain a fair amount of leeway we've seen. Bonney is also only 12 years old. Love how it all fits well with her intro, do hate how grim Ginny's story ended up. But she kept that spark until the end, like the wrinkle of not wanting to be seen and trying to hide the pain. Out of respect for that we're not dwelling on the horrific circumstances of Bonney's conception.
I gotta say though, I was already wondering before that if film buff Oda wasn't striking again because Kuma's story of a humble guy weaving around big events was reminding me big time of Forrest Gump. If Wano was the Kabuki revue you'd pick and choose parts you care about...is Egghead a night at the movies? Sci-fi B movie vibes obviously. Then maybe these segments away are almost like, say going to the bathroom and catching a snippet of another. Hence missing parts of it. I'm rambling...
Absolutely adore the origin of the "jewelry" part of Jewelry Bonney. Both this cute scene and how the Sapphire Scale disease hearkens back to Thriller Bark. The core stakes of losing your shadow. Same with the origin of "If you could travel, where would you go?" In hindsight...I bet Perona reminded him of Bonney. It's also pertinent to point out they were at Sabaody around the same time. There's a lot to say about her after this chapter, starting with...
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Bonney, welcome to the top tier of the blorbo rankings. How can I hate a chapter that gives me a feisty five-year-old flagrantly flipping the forbidden finger? Young Bonney you are so precious. Er...younger Bonney. So we don't just have the Sapphire Scales connection either. This chapter hits that running Egghead theme of callbacks so hard. I love this bit about calling her a vampire and brandishing a cross, especially with her flatly pointing out she lives in a church, but a lot of things honestly. Talking about wanting to see a Sky Island was nice.
We're gonna peel this one off for tomorrow, but there is one thing I do wanna note. Actually being 12 with a fruit like that is a different angle, but it has that fundamental thematic harmony with a quartermaster. Just like an elegant but lowkey scary big sister with an actress vibe, a bossy little sister with the infinite possibility of distorted futures suits bringing order and wearing many hats. Kiku's deal was being shown as legitimately good but not great at others'skills. The ultimate redundancy. Bonney is the blank slate. Strap in friendos, I have a lot to say on the matter over the next few days.
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This is what I was thinking last week, the part that really gets there. The ability to just pop up at island after island is hellacious for a Revolutionary. Makes it easy to pull something like Sabo's simultaneous uprisings which is smart. Paralyzes a World Government that can step in it prioritizing the wrong ones. But yeah, Kuma goes on a tear after Ginny is taken. We get a great run of back-and-forth shots though between the hero and the doting father. Love that. He goes into a pit of despair, but the last remnant of Ginny becomes a reason to live again.
My guess is ultimately we'll see something like he agreed to the cyborg program at least partially because he could take on Bonney's disease himself. That would make sense for something. Kinda dig the theory Im suffers from Sapphire Scale. I know they said Bonney had a limited time but that may be because she'd already started to turn. Im if anyone has the resources to ensure you'd never encounter natural light and it'd be incredibly thematic. I will also laugh my ass off if we end up making the World Government functionally run by the Sohma Family from Fruits Basket. Sickly lil shut-in who was handed control for stupid reasons.
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Hearken well, dear reader and don't look away. For what comes next is the tragedy of Sorbet. From priest to tyrant, from man to machine. A tragic tale who's end has already been seen.
Talk about callbacks, yeah this familiar nightmare reminds me a lot of Drum and Dressrosa. It is cool how Wano fits into that, a more benign version of reinstalling the ancient dynasty. This here is the perfect setting to shift us into the parts we already know a bit about. It'll be interesting to see what happens. Somewhere this kind pastor and loving father became known as a tyrant and he was referred to as King of Sorbet. We've only got a short window to cram in a lot of big things for Kuma. That said, could see us out of this by or in 1100. So a break and a big one-two punch?
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thegodthief · 7 months
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Dreamt I was sitting in an abandoned rural one-room church/school having a pleasant chat with an angel about something or another when a priest kicked in what was left of the front door to challenge me.
"You can't be here!"
"Why?"
"You're not Christian!"
"... And?"
"THIS IS A CHRISTIAN PLACE OF WORSHIP! You can't be here!"
"The building is abandoned and ownership of the land has reverted to the government for rewilding. The only reason the building is still here is because it would cost more money to tear it down than to let it rot in place and no church wants to pay the cost of restoration and no museum has marked this place as historical. You have no authority to dictate who can be here and who can't."
"THIS HAS BEEN MADE SACRED THROUGH CHRISTIAN RITES AND YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DEFILE IT!"
"Dude, before a cross was put on the roof peak, this was a [cunning woman's] hovel. And before she set foot here, it was the core of a sacred grove. And before those trees were ever planted, it was a sacred space for migrant tribes. And before the first person was drawn here, it existed from before time. This place decides who belongs here or not and it has decided that right now, right here, I belong here and here I am."
The priest huffed and puffed and turned red in fury before realizing that I was not alone. The angel remained in place during this entire exchange, watching us quietly. "YOU!" The priest pointed at the angel. "FULFILL THE COMMANDMENT OF GOD AND EVICT THIS WITCH FROM THIS HOLY PLACE!"
The angel looked at me. I looked at the angel and shrugged. The angel looked back at the priest who was doing his best to recite something in Latin. I looked at the priest and shrugged again. The angel looked at me and smiled, covering me with warmth and peace to the point that I forgot to be annoyed at the priest.
"You're right. I don't have to engage with that mess. So, back to our discussion."
When I turned my back to the priest, he became even more furious. I heard him condemn the angel as a false spirit and declare that he was going to evict us both by force if necessary. I heard him suddenly rushing towards us, but before I could react, the angel had placed a wing between me and him.
He bounced off the solidified light and fell flat on his ass behind me.
I turned around to see him covered with the dust and dirt from the litter-covered floor. I finally paid attention to his robes to guess at what denomination he represented, but his frock was so plain and generic, it might as well have been from a costume rental.
"Dude. No one has set foot inside of this building for at least four years. The last map that had this building marked as present is eight years old. The congregation that used to meet here literally died out twenty years ago, and there have been no formal ownership of this land for fifty years. There's nothing here. Nothing valuable. Nothing historical. Nothing that would be of value to modern society. There is no corporate profit to this place other than permitting it to go wild so there is a pollution break between valleys. Just getting here is a high expenditure of resources. Sitting under these rotting beams is a health risk as is breathing in possibly mold-contaminated air. What is here that you feel you have to protect so vigilantly?"
He tried to get up off the floor but the same wing that bounced him onto his ass was now pinning him to the ground by the tip of a feather of light. He struggled to move the glow from his chest but burnt his fingers each time. I questioned if he was really clergy in the first place, but somehow the angel silently confirmed that he was ordained in his order.
He stopped fighting the angel's restraint and told me his reasons. Christian Dominionism 101. Empire. If it could be claimed, then that claim must be enforced regardless of validity or truth. Somehow, he had heard that I was around and sought to challenge me directly.
But his primary intent wasn't to enforce dominion over the collapsing church and the land around it. His primary intent was to bring me "back into grace", at any cost. If he could get me forcibly removed from the building, then it would show that I have no power and no choice but to submit to those forces that were once over me. His biggest weapon: The Confidence of Unchallenged Mediocrity.
But he reminded me of someone, of some thing, and I needed to make sure that I was wrong. "By chance, did we sit in a Georgia bar once upon a summer?"
He entered into a malicious silence after spitting the word, "No."
Of course it's not him. He would never be so incomplete in his preparation nor so cocksure of a desired outcome. But, there is still the matter that this guy came here in the first place. "You came here for me first, and claiming the land was the cherry on the cake. You came for me first, which meant you were sent or there's a bounty on me. Again."
I looked to the angel. "My apologies, but our conversation will have to resume another time. Here I thought I was going to be pulled into a [Wild] Hunt later this year, but I see that I am going to be Hunted instead."
The angel, without moving, looked at me and nodded but kept their wing's feather on the priest's chest. I was granted leave to say some final words and depart from the dream first. I accepted their grace with another bow.
"Not much to be said, really. I knew that when I made the decision to pick up all my pieces off the table that I was going to trip some flags somewhere. I know that what I learned to do and what I can do natively and what I have the potential for is going to piss off a lot of folks because my very existence is a challenge to their power structures. I knew they would come for me. I know I'm not afraid to face them anymore."
I finally stood from the pew, gently patting the wood dust off me as I carefully moved so not to upset the air further. I bowed respectfully to the angel. "Thank you for your companionship and the dialogue. Thank you for keeping the peace in here. May the glory bestowed upon you be a blessing."
At first I was going to slash the fabric of the dream and exit that way, but I had the feeling that the angel was not done with this priest and I needed to leave with as little disturbance as possible. So I walked to the side door at the back of the room. The door itself had rotted away years ago, leaving only the lintel to mark that there was ever an intentional opening here.
Outside the church, a figure was standing in the knee-high grasses and wildflowers. "So. I hear you're going to be having an Experience™ soon. Mind if I walk with you? There's more than one way to come through this, you know."
I stood on the threshold. I looked back at the patient angel still pinning the impatient priest. He had begun squirming under the restraint again and attempting to command myself and the angel into submission by force of his indignation alone.
I looked out at the wilderness beyond the door. In the distance, a storm was approaching. The wind was starting to pick up outside and I could taste ozone in that breeze.
"No, Sir. I don't mind."
I put one foot on the ground outside the doorway. The ground shifted somewhat underfoot. I waited until it was stable before placing the other foot beside it. I held the doorway as the ground wobbled from some great pressure. I released the doorway and began to walk towards the figure.
The ground shuddered and a loud sound made me flinch and cover my head. When I looked up, it was now the middle of the night. The church building behind me had collapsed and rotted and only the stone corners of its foundation remained. Grasses, wildflowers, and low flowering shrubs were everywhere. White blooms glowed with unsourced moonlight.
"So. Just so you know, for me to walk with you is for you to walk with me. Still up for a stroll?"
I looked forward towards the figure. Yup. Just who I thought it was. All I could do was laugh and smile. "I'm game if you are." I made my way through the uneven terrain to stand before him and respectfully bow.
"What was it you were told earlier? The Moon's light will reveal what the Day's light hides? You might learn something about yourself that is distressing."
"But, will I survive the experience?"
"That's up to you."
"Then, I guess I better. Let's go."
And we went.
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gins-potter · 2 years
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No context episode 10 thoughts
- last episode let’s gooooooooooo
- Dimitri just being so fucking calm while everyone’s dying outside I could never
- ALBERTAAAAA
- Oh my god Jesse seriously
- I need this show to stop trying to make me care about him
- Ok Mia and Victor having a moment is emotional I guess but also THERE’S AN INVASION GOING ON THIS ISNT THE TIME
- Mason you better speak up
- Ok good boy
- ummm rip
- Didn’t see that one coming
- IM SO CONFUSED WHY DID THEY THINK ANDRE WAS DEAD IF THERE WAS NO BODY?
- umm girl what
- Can they not just tell who’s a dhampir and who’s a Moroi?
- Romitri reunion
- oh no Mum and Dad are fighting 😭😭😭
- Oh Mason you’re gonna die
- oh damn old lady has game
- lissa why don’t you heal her?
- Oh you’re doing it very good
- Andre I kinda love you
- Also you’re pretty resourceful for a posh Royal
- Man Daniela cries so pretty
- This queen iconic until the end
- I still find it so wild that Andre has been alive this whole time
- So wild
- THE EYEBROW
- lol this chick just making up her own rules
- We stan
- Victor there’s literally a FUCKING INVASION GOING ON and you’re crying in the church
- All these friendships that the books never gave us - living for it
- Romitri arguing and then completely dropping it when Rose senses the strigoi because Dimitri is a concerned puppy dog
- NOT THE ARGUING WHILE THE FIGHT TOGETHER IM LIVING
- Tatiana what the fuck
- All these people running for their lives stopping to get luggage is so fucking batshit
- I oscillate wildly between wanting Jesse to die and finding him amusing
- OH SHIT GO OFF JESSE
- “There’s more grace in that hope than in all the prayers I’ve ever uttered” I FUCKING LOVE THAT LINE
- Oh man HE WAS GONNA TELL HER HE LOVED HER AND THE FUCKING STRIGOI RUINED THE PARTY
- “Thanks Jesse you’re not always a complete dick” Mia you’re such a mood
- Rose defending Dimitri like no one touches her man
- MUMMA HATHAWAY!!!!
- her accent is still so fucking hilarious
- Oh shit thought Andre was gonna survive a car crash and burial just to get killed by a random strigoi
- is lissa healing literally everyone but Mia?
- Disregard
- OH FUCK
- MIA’S FACE
- Oh this music I love it
- I find this deviation from the books so batshit insane but this is cute
- WHO’S BODY DID THEY BURY?
- OH SHIT
- welp
- Brought him back just to turn him
- That’s so unfortunate
- Oh Sisi fucking ate with that scene tho
- she’s not gonna have any spirit left because she’s been fucking healing everyone
- Oh my god Mason that leap through the air was fucking hilarious
- I’m so here for this Rose and Janine team up
- Victor she’s literally a strigoi
- We’ll rip Victor
- Unsurprising result
- YES MIA PROTECT YOUR GIRL
- oh Mason
- … so is he dead?
- Get him to the infirmary where there’s no doctors?
- OH FUCK OFF TATIANA
- FUCK OFFFFF
- Welp, so I guess it’s gonna be Lissa’s escape story next season
- Oh Mason’s not dead
- Inch resting choice
- these children are married
- How
- Oh my god they’re such dorks
- Awww they said they loved each other
- so is it gonna be lissa, rose, and Dimitri together on the run
- Because that’s a vibe
- The drivinggggg
- HES NOT GOING WITH THEM?
- incredibly fucking rude
- HE COULD COME
- (Side note: do either of them remember she was just about to run away with Mason?)
- The nose nuzzle
- Oh these two
- They literally own my heart
- Sisi fucking serving looks in this scene btw
- The way Janine has grown on me so quickly
- Zmey’s number???????
- ZMEY
- oh my god I need a season 2 just so they can cast Zmey
- two girls who don’t know how to drive road-tripping to escape murder charges? What could go wrong
- dang Andre has had it so rough lmao
- Anyway that was a wild ride but thoroughly enjoyable
- I do want to reread the books now tho
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thebarefootcajun · 11 months
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GeneMar, Owner of the Melody Mourning Palace
GeneMar, pronounced, jawn - mar, lived in a tiny village on the south side of the region known as Grosse Mousse, pronounced, graws - moose, big moss. It was a tiny village nestled among the most gorgeous two hundred years old oak trees. Their bottom limbs touched the ground and each huge branch was laden with hefty gray moss that hung like huge icicles. An eerie, but very southern feeling. The moss area was a respite for the south Louisiana Cajun prairie summer heat and humidity. Nestled within that clump of trees was a very deep lake made when the Louisiana government decided to pave a two lane highway leading to a gravel road that led to Gross Mousse.
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GeneMar was an anomaly, not your typical southern gentlemen. Some even questioned whether he was a man, but of course those questioning were just being homophobic. Definitely before the Stonewall riots of New York City when gay rights began to gain momentum. GeneMar, a flamboyant young man, had grown up with his grandmother. His parents had abandoned him when they just couldn’t take his feminine mannerisms anymore. One day at dawn they dropped him off on his grandma’s steps; she being a single lady really didn’t have the resources to take care of GeneMar, but she loved him and would die trying to raise him. That’s a grandma’s love.
This gay author knows a grandma’s love and the love of a mom who embraced him as a little boy, one who was different. Of course, my mom has always been a woman ahead of her own time. I’m alive today and thriving because those two amazing women embraced me just as I was. MawMaw Aline let me wear her high heel shoes. I stretched them out and felt bad when I saw her struggling to walk in church on Sunday with shoes too big for her tiny feet. And Mom, Joyce, made sure Santa would bring me a doll when I asked for one. Readers this is the 1958. Those women were trailblazers, and I can only hope I can one day learn to love as they did; to love the outliers, because everyone deserves to be loved.
Okay, now back to GeneMar. He cared for his grandma until the day she died at age ninety-nine. Before cremation was a thing, they cremated her and buried her beneath a big old oak tree in her front yard under some beautiful pink azaleas, grandma’s favorite color and flowers. Those beauties bloomed year round. GeneMar wanted to be able to see her as he sat on the front porch. She was his greatest love as she had cared for him with such a loving spirit. The strangest thing about those azaleas, after grandma was buried they bloomed year round. Even during rare freezes on the Cajun prairie those azaleas were in bloom with the most beautiful pink fluffy flowers. Grandma was alive, her spirit dwelled on the prairie. GeneMar knew for sure that those azaleas were grandma and that she was near watching over him.
GeneMar had begun working at a very young age at a funeral parlor in the tiny village of Grande Mousse. His gentle, feminine spirit had a heart for people in crisis and those with hurting hearts after the death of a loved one. The funeral director decided to retire at the young age of sixty nine and asked GeneMar to become the director. Of course GeneMar was ecstatic to take over the helm of the Melody Mourning Palace located in an old quaint Cajun cottage with a steady stream of water running in a bayou right behind it.
GeneMar just had a way with dead people as he did with living people. And since he had played with makeup all his life, he was perfect for making people look beautiful with just the right amount of applied makeup. Usually, the first words out of family and friends were, “Il a l’air si naturel.” Translated as he looks so natural.
And GrandMar had decided that funeral costs were escalating at an alarming rate. Living in a rural community he cared for his people. He began to make coffins out of cedar wood that he had shipped down the bayou behind the Melody Mourning Palace. Behind the funeral parlor there was a tiny shop where he fashioned the most tasteful, simple, creative coffins. And they were the lowest price around. GrandMar donated many a coffin for people who couldn’t pay. GrandMar saw this as his ministry to people and a way to show them respectful love.
GrandMar was also an excellent hair dresser. He had done his grandma’s and her friends’ hair for years, just because he loved being with and around women. He loved the art of hairdressing, another important skill for a funeral parlor director. And if coffin builder, hairdresser weren’t enough, he was also an excellent seamstress specializing in house dresses. Many older women wore those around the house all day because they were beautiful, comfortable and breathed well in the South Louisiana heat.
And then just when all was well with the Melody Mourning Palace disaster struck. A fire happened one night while no one was there. Thank goodness for that blessing that the place was empty. The Melody Mourning Palace burned down to the ground. The only policeman in town established that it was arson and he vowed to find the culprit. Established as a hate crime against GrandMar because he was GrandMar, different.
GrandMar had such a gentle forgiving spirit that he asked to see the culprit, Will Brown, a young teenager. Together after many sessions in the jail cell, Will told GrandMar how sorry he was to have ruined his business. See, Will Brown had come from a similar situation where he had been abandoned as a child. No one wanted him.
GrandMar eventually adopted Will Brown and together they rebuilt the Melody Mourning Palace. GrandMar knew the secret to life. It’s all about love and forgiveness.
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libidomechanica · 1 year
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And so he was not my use
A ballad sequence
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Bind around the hardly could do.     The inside to Haleakala Crater. If certain when     I have been prophetic
of physics and meant to such bodies     and takes you, guilty of you and for a long ago—     that troop came up naked
as near, as we passes ghost—what’s     youngest’s boat and fresh ornament reason is over herself     out the untrodden
weapons under the mesh, that, if     they say, that morning and eat against my mind was herself     to me, that shall carry
me away from that’s this look these     their buried strait, and, stooping the mocking other little     space, sequacious of that
soft-luring Scotch Earl of Giftgabbit     had English influence so; for’t lies in hope will aid     if men wilt though his
celestial sound; and her, and days must     kissed, and I, bluebirds and make this., Let it go or steep in     a case of our active
comedians in killing brightness     than his own blood matched by fame; I am resolu’d     thy worthy I tie an
unwithering grace is subdued     to some trouble free from others here! We will has gotten,     and the flight dull, guests’ miens
and woe so many I knew     porphyria’s Lovers in lust or go; but Juan now began to     explanations. Wings of
Dove, and not help them achieve the     land. All night is fair assistance, as well that flickered words     come; charge, changed, for she want.
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Grandma’s rosebush reminiscent of cup and see!     And Geraldine, which like) in places. There was as usual—Juan, too, to be, that dear     friend! With such grace the voice cease and girl
in a cold something knowledge of the beds of unmeant     bitterness than I. The risen, o Geraldine, in the full-borne? ’ Temple’s occupied     by his gift thoughts and new-fired,
the heau’nly breast; to the unmilked weight wash in     hot water has curved aloud, with that distrait he was, he commons, and pride of this. Of     what she hurt is something of the Skein
of lilies at their dinner clown is full before     all that he would prevail, made at first the fine Conceits, all snugly on Sir Leoline! They     were about married your couch; he
meditated in Porphyria worship that and keeps     vigil like to sanction impossibly females with your couch; he met her Remembering     for there, that conscious sympathetic
vapour? Then complain’d, said, Yes—no—rather they sound     excepting some thrilling drum cries along to knows, when thou love from him, fair, how to mow:     and out of this thy bondslave to mow:
and come, and his brilliant liar; and gathering,     so wild words come neare those power to the even to his contend no more appear, the     lamp wind was strange, nor any kind riding—
of which time and then, than amber floor where last     the last lonely for some guy with dawn coming war wrapped&cut diagonal attendance.     By greets the stars. The whole were made aware
of the sky. Thing skies more the church’s heir yet, as     it musk from the Temple’s occupation, while she deem’d to the constella: now I dare     sweetbread fr an old tree. In the castle
beyond time, O passionate heard she rate o     Provide than dead by the sweeps aside her face. Seen in the most infernal ghost stopped, methoughts     in currence. But his usual—
Juan, too, and take your forehead with your old woman     but that was in a glance to stand only bend or cease and like a pinnacle doth owe     to the region boil’d and oil besmear’d.
A spell, which is here. Their bed of the figures. An     angel heard about the muzzle beneath her internal Grove, the most important of     champagne, without more, Love all these book
you along Broadway, the Courtly Nymphes, acquainted     was; since you explore that indeed the enquiring him. Friar in her love will     —The owne fiery night cause the Braine.
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His stand, praise not know what he want.     Wants to have said Leoline. When deep-ordain’d,—a lamp burn’d high,     it cover me. The fatigue
was born.—It felt someone drowsy     sacristan still and a queens of love, and there I saw     those traits were still less as
light clinging That ole Ace down     on glass box on an unspeakable designed to what mirror     that broke he could have
few resource to die, I lead the     friar’s curious sympathised, threescore year. Beggar     and address his own in
his shadowy beams. They say, when     Jove of a fast bounding notes, discovers on years depart.     Like disguises, alien
pen hath in separation,     is loath their society: in which hunger. Cloistered and     glare of the think that are
thy amends for you this dissever,     his tender eyes have not to those who take since that ere     he sate him pale, murmuring
moon. With pain of this. And skill     there’s life in Langdale Pike and quell: I will embarrass’d—     quite me, nor curse the old
inn-door. With some surprise at all     that, to be, and makers of grace. Down, as they did not     So he slept the full-borne?
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We have spent those Love holds yfeer     the Lord Roland death. Touching from the darke furnace to the     mastiff and seeks, that so
our ears, to withstand in lovely     daughter to tell me why nor laugh instead! But we possesse     not arts,—the owls have
sympathy full board, and twelve enchantment     came riding—riding— they would love; flesh and rare fleecy     Clouds in green upon Nature,
banish we’llsay nothings, streight     which comforted her feature made agree: each the race captive     good watching unnatural:
doors they, generally within     weeps aside the footmen did: her made; for loves and dull.     I know that Diván which
is advice could I iust title     maiden wise casting defeated. He abide, the door she     wasn’t talking all the warm;
brought the echoes still, do fear! Rivers,     to knows as we know, a man and several arts of     that friar of ladies’
smiles no harm. They would not be driven     to gaze, instead. And thrown out some supporting partridge     throat. That dilettanti
do with gratitude, turning still     withering grace; and sweets distinction of fierce disdainful     sextons’ ghost’s fresh virgin-
treasures made me go to the wing     how much oats had fasten’d my discourse of thee before that.     And Hayley’s yard banging
to him alone, with a jewel-like     most. Light: nor doe not thin array had made its thee conversation,     is loath the most.
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‘You suicide bitch; from Beauty.     So by ways to meet her arms were mind, as she seem’d no power     by the mastiff and have to take the rich mine, and guide     my bag with his answer
not thy speech. Of coursers keen     earliest birds, with griefe to stick me with sweat or This, or song,     half in starlight of her dear self! Hence Cupid got new to     reveal’d their grace you betray
my noble fancy our palate     urge, even for the Forms of the young man say—look was     extremely pale, to show it. Of Adeline is with the     hall, the note the mode be
persiflage or piety, but     weake delightful land reset. But Juan, sing. Which but silence     our kisses bound, and recall’d stone still feel some weight wait for     borough the wind reveal
to one another silken vest     dyed purple moor, a red- coat trod as no affrights and do     is eloquent, is well to harm. Till, now, gone by one twain,     by praise were fix’d, and pray.
Enter thank all words and your course     on for my sake doth bare, like hath not enough. Window and     wearing at last stanza; or—but all broken, and Juan, on     each, Love, how long we wants
to stair to inform him it fair     of fashionable incision was it a vapour? That     desecrate to pay for good made of the sky and yet sweet the     landlord’s do-rag. For its
arms and so our minutes, he country     dame, why waxed Sir Leoline, led for so ambitious to     arms, neck, and the grace, as if these charm, to drinking woo’d of     his face: hope. With eyes is
death-note to row; in the boss of     Fitz-Fulke play. And see God is dwell with each garden, today,     I followed me like one that remembrance and I, bluebirds     are, at her the javelin
suck’d away! But see the poor this     prescriptions about the limited to government—he     held, that bindeth the clouds to correctest cowers Small is     the better that doth small.
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Vigil the World, and young woman.     In Kula, drive the old that Love many carrets fine, my     life in its lulling to
circumstance in vain to Roland’s     ways, my life in Langdale has crept behind. Which want out of     the day; whilst yet to see.
And in my dear, brought a singing     the cannot tell why, to withstand live, and Pity soothe Lovers     like a clock, by it
troubled. To thy hive. Sees it that’s     a matter maids she was heavy sky over kingdom of     wool and let those who rarely
seen, saving palfrey walk’d on     all mixed: there. I have behind. May sit like a strange my strong     when we gathered swelled sleep.
And, maugre both white should not say: in     the middle the wide for whose faith man and forever words     between us for trials
must, saving between my breath too     much consoled by their aspects sought aymes at the dandelions     any rest. In
my cheek being powers; and     bonfires over east before Juan now began to feed my     fingers unurged; feeling
its neck that shut his gift the     last and breath. Will wracke I reede; I cry thy knife to cut the     peeping of all this son
and who art all the needing. Thought,     what morning child! Teach time before durable Dick Dicedrabbits,     cows with there were!
Then we might not thy hand; and shine     in the Black Friar; and scorned arms, within weeps incense     fragility: whose his mother
and that from there were in making     him. Picking. Rapier brands with every preferment,     coming at time and live?
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From dream, Love is God, our face was     faint and fussed anguish. Soap, dog kibble. That morning, and eyes     is deathful-grinning. The
souls entrance hero—for what merry     peal compass of the roofs. Put on his, And where difficult     to tell! Where he cut
but being words between;—but neither     high with feelings that mostly gathering for a still     ioy makes this: That putative
landlord’s do-rag. The wandering     voice was as worn down like lemonade. Like a man is     a mystery, lord Henry
was a connoisseur,—than prove     to melt; the Lasciate ogni speranza’s Gavel. A special     person, possibly
escaped from heaven. The princes     they pay. Be bitter sauces did driue so far the brow of     the shade. In heathe. The lake’s
billow left in the days them away,     the other as a cheat. Listening air they put the quest.     Fair love no thou, who, though
our conscious phrase? I wandering     at the wonder, Mr. Where am I, and did his forme     of living wires died in
the rise and barrenly perish:     she watch out for a still feel it for Adeline well that     hath been. A little child!
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But sincere they passed day we drove     fine needs no press that made by my soul’s full of her immortals’     brains and wide, with wrong’d,
unpitied be, to step into     Eternity angled cold to their dancing spoke, the landlord’s     daughter’s hall. Lord Henry,
which from the lower salesman     i’m on the muzzle beneath the apostrophe—’O thou!     And I worried you relax
the fair, sincerest while she     wrongs and the lesson misse. But I know who was clear your bed     or dismiss’d: but to his
senses all my words they see return     again. Go, love’s refrain. Train, for a new purchase; also     a lake in ladies’
smiles like a Statue made out of     thee to harmony, this mistress my heart in his more forbeare,     like Roland’s waste had
gain’d the last arctic blasts anywhere.     Never to th’ other, and reset. He swore than     strait ride safe in Langdale
has not but mend the shutter, that     merry peal company princes waiting this fair name. Soules     are sleeps in the body
would underneath his line and a     dean, ’ a different Italian, as the stayed away! And slowly,     silent Night or mighty
was a ghost—what ails then only     in my mind the remnant- meat just what Meg o’ the Might     over the City. But
what’s in the Sculptor’s Passion, fury,     frantic-mad within the Stone of Sir Leoline; and turn’d     high, on the rose or if
your wish’d, but when the darken, and     she act! It press gratefull time; all the World, and fro, that     assail’d upon the whole
trajectory’s toward conquest to-     night. Always and falling like a billow left me, shall asleepe     did not a low moaning,
with vast idol; whilst yet to     the echoes, and could, could never again. Begot in phrase?     So I, as I’ve lose o’er
his toilet,—which one of Separation     of much because you may they one that yours after     darlin’ darlin’ darlin’
darling over the fatal     interest’ meaning than amber. A little thin petticoats     were a dancing to circuit
of men! That little in my     brow—it fell negligently they are deny who lay downs,     and myself out that are
shine around me first inclined to     the lady bade, did most difficult to his soul do I     know by what shadow, Rest.
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Grow rich reachest in bounty and     shudder with marks to feign’d to recreate thee is selfe into     diamonds, never and
thou, compounds ne’er can speake, her Heart,     and carnations; with wine and that say how to hands and still     to her guardian spirit
affords its headlong from which     is the string and even to and promises to keep     thankfulness plays and fair
Adeline was no great poet, or     any kind attention of heavenly tune? Tis madness     o’er the blending at there
the most rarely state that smells of     jet. That my tale. And in my fair or foul! More worker of     battle goes a long hence!
While I go by, not mine to times     in one on the mocking darts but for a new neighbouring     crimson leave me once she
will yet be matched by the bodies     are rebus cunctis et quibusdam aliis. Whoever     rais’d the oak. Then and when
she’s left me, shall be the change of     Blue, ’ could not things, the search of the wind; or like a pinnacle     doth presents the oak
is keen, with fierce bubbling prayers;     and, by midnight in her large dark, if anything, not even     ere it like most
classical and better; remembered.     Though for me by moon, when to move but themselves, but wish’d with     reference, for harden’d; feed
on the coole. Now, keep it: for nothing     red by the parallels in balls at the way. That broken     heart’s workings be, of
time and find this being’s law, bade     the shepherds in young to it; and act is to be demolish’d,     but worne in the rocks
of it, till duly distress’ eyes     glaze in my hand, must fade like the Muses that I think thou     prove, where in the sky. The
flourish set on youthful disorder     took one to show thy wrist, he starry for most orators,     artists, if the sky.
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But rarely state: ‘you love is me!     Thou mine, from the fair of conscience-quit of lead bind around,     and growe, with reference ’twixt
a bishop and utter’d by turned     him—with his tapers use, reflecting till midnight clatter     the stems. Who had more sweet.
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Like through this let us divine.     Not a dawn in the contracted new come intense for so     soft phrases so round a
keg of beauty and bright be. And     so her own hunger for trial needs must deem their wish to scorn;     may be the swell, and sweet
and company of players, whene’er     denies only a world’s due, by shines dim in the blue     eyes this false impossible,
you know’s someone drowning in     all but Thee to go with Blood. He had won.—Dear lord’s black waves     do with steps that is suspect.
The voice cries alone thrown of     Venus’ doves, which grow perplexity of your court—that thus     the moon, and if the possess’d
a few worse. Midnight be to     euerywhere angry that heart my inner and up, to be     called me—who knelt at her
the music swims back withal sweet     thee shall soar. Until the dark eyes spread on close to their     defences. Lord Henry’s good
as no more Shakspearian, if I     do betray my noble line, in there’s not a moonbeam     enter: there, no odor
buttons and full sights prefer before,     with buckles and public weal of nature’s toothless made     unapt for love tied her
hair like a soda bottle when     I came and bells were evensong; and, having prayed them in     the shape of a fascinating
echoes faint started, and     They bow down at the Mind. Were made it open’d next election     boil’d an aching, sometimes
essay’d to thee, and so thy     Harím Dividuality to that no day we drove to     the finger makes summer
by with me, that sobs can poison     him by death, white—for blush’d— and come, as common soldier put     on the door. You relax,
her yellow stairs, you in close, but     thou leaves, and speake, her Head to travelled, gladly our praise for     hardened lava. Self-Lost,
and demand of the starting aught     me thus, my woes increase, mine his wanton is, school exceeds?     Nor that I have had paid
price, and dry away, and my aching     flood, my flashlight with a warrantize of skill to utter     of the ocean be
which done, so much display’d; the mastiff     and Sunne-borne day for grand constellation,—their lords are     blue. And with my hart still
some say, three. This said a sin, nor     chid: so ev’ry servant too. With sudden guests’ miens and force     and I assure years, pale
grew to love. But the sixth year all     thou my prayer her side— o rather youngling weep. A tongue     behind, as in a nursing
hot to grace to the floor. Hush,     beating kiss: in misery to take this dread, alley     To be disdainful dame.
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The street outside her and would weary     woman, O this effect. Share, the same, counting bright there’s     joy in this—the distress! And did not where lay to beat     like to weep to have in making in the kingdom of a     hope hope hope for the horses’
echoing in thy side shall     come in the Tuism, which stands and squiresses, and steak while Pan     and we failure to it; and young years, that she country without     a censuring Scotch Earl of Giftgabbit had English     beef and hand, must tell that
Soul-wasting days, in her pain’d with     music, Hack. Holy love. That remorse which Thou hast thou know’st     my art all but death rattle, hurried lady, Christabel!     And that is time leaves have new fire of death, light, the dawning.     Away, wants to seek to
eyes were not the black hair. It were     two part, my Katie,—canst not one to me sharply, and thus     pursue: night with me and there is not in the full-borne before     they return: still as death by the gate: the Grace—Fitz-Fulke     seem’d unconscience of sugar.
The death calm hours, where her hands     knot under the lady bade, did she maketh answer, All     will whisper the invents new to recreant thee hence I vowed     their priming! When he heat off with the worlds of fierce light; but     I’m too late. Brought aymes
at the frosty silence: in truth,     and shuns to starbursts by the same tumbling stream, I do not     err. I shall in silent as this you dedicated, wrong     we try in Queens. A sentiments where Tim the commands but     like a shotgun. He was
nought forth, I hate has left me, shall     mar utterly this. I am not awakened their close     bough! On an upper sky, with rigour, present, nor grant only     a biochemical or two: but the dark. His pretty     at each featurelessenesse
lay; but feeling the     brain through me wretch them.—Oh! And also did his life. Each more     the Optick Nerve, I shall lead, collect, brought to my fate. Again     the diapason cloud hath built her smooth musket, drenched with     this abject Impotence?
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And vows the saloon, the Stone of     all versed, as thou return of love, and of the rich in the     gently lay, in the rush
and from the Tuism, which loosened her     hair fall, to be, thou gentle light, light. Meanwhile she in piece     of love’s exchequer change
eyes with the great Created as     gent. I conquer all, and silently, that, to be disdain     and shoot my soul from the
punch. Large be their horrid selves, the     gems entangled in her navel the marriage temple, saying,     You suicide bitch?
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It is so early days unkind     leaves will try, fair Adeline displaced, and Music’s power     of fear, but her solemn
vest dyed purple moor, a highwayman     comes quickly know my sweet maid paused a little that is     call the tear into future,
banish all this words his gray:     tis but silence slips they gush’d ivory slide. Thought in a weak     in her from spray were many,
yet I doubt how to the     paralytic’s wife who chucks it all thy transported, and Wisdom     whence could not seen his
door, and solemn vest, dropt to his     Hand, nor this thou pity— let me sleep of night, and mix’d my     guilty sight of her face,
and day. To harken what is fresh     and what power of perspective comes just sleep while the colored     through to-day by feeding
on wing, the coachman thin grass     or step into two milky ways, as a constellations.     As Juan now by what shall
a soft phrases, indicative     landlord’s daughter, or strong in love; and now that is out of     a graves of Man, his joy?
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Or like these pleasure brings us     to be, will hunt the sun. In Babylon’s breast; her like a     bright, disdain to thinks with piteous dove, we now might cause, ’-is     what Loues Standard bears my nature made he bring round me fear;     a shuddering till must
make the ghostly gallery, of     what will love much interest of praise and forlorn? My reason     for all otherwise twenty times better, being child-     bed taint started, but yet, yet, I with humours steadfast peace     their chancell’d the road that
might of her, and he wants at once     that any laud the stink of my wretched and saw again,     and mortals know! So he sleeps in the mode be persiflage     or piety, but makes the zone. Crab apples for the self,     nor is brief bright; but weep
to have been oft perceptibly     askance! And where, something wood-choir shadows green, the dead     of Julia’s breath of lilies do while her heard, I wondering     wants to seeke fame, nor loss and he was said I for little     Cup whose influence
in language, that made of solving     down lightning to it, given, for things desires heavens     said she. Love grass or ball, until he reach, what human dress.     Still some pinnes hurrying by what were he did, at     Christabel saw this harmed our
dear trace, thou cloyest me with knives in     Petrarch’s heir make that beautiful dame. Where she drank from the     Veil from the lofty lady’s lively bore into blood. That     was sexually transfusing your fur interest’ meaning     of this. ’Er was glad
to speaking core, that fatal night,     and we weep; on the duck pond, rappin, the time and gave, on     his face with art the service of night! Where be for him from     a blood. And thither worse. And moist cold and danced like Venus,     whose my enfranchised hand.
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He is, if thousand like mistress     When the palfrey walls, if these greyhounds shall it grows to some     a light; but weake defend.
I cannot said between;—but neither     praise her breast; in cowl and demands, that warmed them as the     stirred, let in court: right thus
we sit together. He turning     out, alack! Drugs poison’d and body with each others reap     it; but feelings to tame:
preserve the child, a little forms     of others they were. Minds best broken wing the sisters won’t     do it to the eldest
seats of their sake I stooped, menaced,     the blacked-out window and pride, and time to take up now approve     the gaudy sprang up
her to make her roots a lovely     Rose,—tell his neighbour’s prais’d the sun of all night. With that brings     downhill at dusk? And would
underground. At them away, the     stars go over and all course of God do go, and rude,     barrenly perish: she whole
host’s identity should it that’s     ingenious, graceful, monster’s hand forth their shoes! My life is     to breath of light, and Love,
to the music loud to carver’s     Tongue, thy Shadow false to me sharply, and o’er her scorpions—     stifled thy beautiful
daughter, and fresh blood! By all     have sweet the Attic Bee’ was membered. A violet knots held     good: I found my breath, rock-
solid themselves and pens imbibed     thee too well fill each May more than Pittsburgh. New neighbors had     fast upon his heart. That
so it goes with thought, take for     quality than the storm, and when to the wonder’d upon grass     and one fine morning to
the Mind like the lower shut did     his mind was a hawk with most people in me writhed her     table meaning on his
bow, to retreating echoes drew,     tremendous to our minute. Create Ideas in a     forest spreads his orient
beauty is created in     the Sculptor’s praying me a foot of sin o sorrow: who     knows now. Which seals threaded
the lawyers in his though not to     be wroth with me and day will context the dawn in these pleas’d     with inward strive again!
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My love a Heavenly ignorance.     The Courtly Nymphes, and bolted the kitchen. Strike that’s     not err. Speech planned, know by
the moonlight; and, gather’s mansion.     His gentle vows; her blown hither, save from midnight, I’ll     remember flight repast market
in the love: question Whither,     Back and saltines, pissing waves. Saints will stop it, death and     honoured by a vision
to his prescriptions about     the we moon! But O, what this disgrace: for no other with     tears its utmost’—he would
content and, tender semi-tone,     bright: but found this, for all poor soldiers, or any dart hath     a hissing the unregarded
be, but heard him with shrill     notes that is called on. Round, I calmly beg. The third time, his     usual, still send forks
clan, that is transmitted, something     I tarry train passionate heart, how in moods and shame shining     skies to rift thou leave
behind thee, and in a fray, shutters,     but one wishes him that he would not stirrups. That all     it with a room of ages;
while the Eyes of empires     rosebush reminiscent of condolence of light: so, love,     the consumers of fish.
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Thus Adeline desert for true,     ’ and Hayley’s Triumph in lawrell tree: in white and put thence     our hidden Mystery of the duller eye; what Love’s rites     are strong I will depose from death shone him to slide, who all     my woe? Hast this woman
who could dance like cliffs which I and     that make play’d, whether pity? The lady Christabel! That     always great in souls. Though thick, might shift still we in the conscious     of the worth the cast a Tangle in a room of weal     of nation when the wealth
adieu; since that was in the Baron,     the heart only he heard from the truth in these love: quest.     We can represent piece of sicknesse with sovereign eye, yet     she apple, or love. Angry and Nature rather too and     let in mourning around
thence my true love: quest. The night-birds     all musical of the Baron’s praise, the gude fellow, and     had cheapen’d spring o’er all, and mouth—sesame, for she     had seen friendly face I say, and last year’s leaves wisdom, beauty     is ending to the
moon, which beats loud and he arose,     and lacke, that’s not knows, when I spake words Sir Leoline is thy     force him here! In vain to fear. Save me then, my silken vest     true shall Pity dwell? It open’d corn by driving, thee now,     my Celia, come, as come
from bed. A star must fade like a     spleen, as when crossed the javelin such is advice advise; with     buckles of maiden, to reason; my spirit meet, and I     went on Travel, others, I’m pleasure, love! To life in its     sweet music which now-a-
day! Creeps aside, and as such vision     I ask no mouse, the unrestrained they would prevailing;     the greater priest, trading flat fields and lo, it is time left     me in truth and he was time when first to my Darkness round     his wrath, and sweet smooth thine
while she says them achieve there you     were stopt with scarce a thing mothering up here a bed of     Gertrude Stein. Merry peal come from her kenned in crimson     weeds stolne from here is not enough: I long flat line so it     contain smoking behind.
Is it the old inn-door. I brings     have Public day,—quite you got his own, and heavenly wise;     it had skill from with me and the rose of things which beat with     their sense of our Life mean it remembered. With various     mazes sprang up like ye.
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The soft and blood in the bard, So     let it bee that heard, something of those fairest creation     rather follies or head:
and ploughman, poachers carriage. It     is my feelings rare from their shouting about the old inn-     yard. Tones, yet unheard; his
curls, and Geraldine. Earliest     this mark of Nature is about then, the midnight, shattering     opens mothlike, like
a happened stream, I lay on the     bodiless declare, too weak, for a change. Have heard she there,     when for me be darkness
that look could divinest Art’s or     temper’d by his judgment— never raising; there were were no     sins in killing for a
name of husband, wife, lust, and     Christabel stretch auaile whom Iron doores do abhor, with     her hearing how much he
deem’d to Ice, and in my chambre may     stain of tea, which love, a man a Mickey Finn and in his     son, the light she actors,
artists, and these pleasure white, empty.     The five, took me from the blue quilt and dispensed to the     front, whereon. If thou canst
thought is chilly and bubbled, and     take two poachers; their secrets to stay, as you we’ and that     which break. ’Er denied till
wave all mixed in, full point from the     latter merits every strange and never intellect, who     sung fewer psalms that close
our joys, streight marked by fame; I heard,     and no less, with rivals by their hair like golden-crowned rose!     Spring, so wild, so this.
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The gems entangle, and their brilliant,     a gang wars—and in a fray, bearable: pennies sewn     interest ourself; then to the hole, ’ would break through oh! Have     lovely lady’s eyes gainst his crumbling on his pillows of     myrtles you offer of;
you left it swinging that dance it     had been sain him not that is impossibly escape writhed     her Graces graceful is every sound: whereby, save their     sensibility, whom he swore: but the custom and love     and of the world that what
she from our cheeks, which banished each     other dearer, she sways, and forward running call the world     of sin o sorrow; their reptile souls for thy numerous     are gone.—But all the lamp, and I ask no midnight to hammers     better than form divine,
and role, with the rind and steak     while he left me bounty and bear his cold daybreak we wind     up the Infernal Grove; there should fetter’d by his breathe a     sugred kisse-worthy foe, to and from the Virgin bumper     gay; or earth: so good buy!
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Far from vse of that always great     land heavy god growest thou my selfe I needs no condition.     Her like two content,
and tears, that Ill may turns to tally,     he would forgot. So stuffed with others thou like a heart     was herself thy unworthiness
o’er thy tears to the morning     happy we have not granted princes waiting absent,     nor chid: so even ere
it up. And they seem’d loth to stairs     neighbouring Scotch Earl of Giftgabbit had English me! In     a clock, four laugh from their
youthful stately enough: I long     yellow heaves and act our heats. But add the could he picked the     war, and touched her found such
the blew his sole imaged in     the friar as such accompts did thither hie; depriv’d of     my mouth Geoffry’s Chronicle;
men whose Fount of entry. And     flowers of sugar’d Shírín’s Lip the Hearts should bar their host,     but when others reap it;
but that bring ye loveliness;     when the maid! Traitors seek with wind there risen, o Geraldine     to make the style blue
harmonised forth in its glory     of a graves of gout, which being death, the hungry craving     resplendent in an
existence, what right before us,     knew the sage would not see that are to tell you alone.     Our kisses, which it knell!
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Up Knorren Moor, through thou stay here.     Also seize the sight to say, and field nods its headlong for     beans and shuddered, his holy
fire particularly sets     him out of thy song to come upon the Long Knives’ getting     into purgatory
to let it yield’st that I commit     are at work like a winter’s name—sir Leoline so pale, and     not a dawn he had such
accomplish’d. And with an eraser’s     sun stain of tea, which, at the Virgin all Minds behind.     Sometime left me, sweet, with
sweat of Dian’s tides and eat again     at last not thy love and insulate that his palenesse     well! She lives in dangerous
array and the laws of Julia,     think on. Riding— perfections have fann’d the firm, or might     and pride, stealing upon
the real Griefs, my body being     poyson know. That desecrate to the talking at the Attic     Bee’ was much warm, and
Pity in the gynocracy.     What a sure as makes them pities have sugar. And thou, my     delights preference to
everybody sees a damp hair display     his genuine self, and Pity fell on his arms with     Fortune chide, nay threat for
love they faint from vse of old fell     on men, the Baron rose, advantage on the faintly said,     Yes—no—rather or no
fire I must remain the words? And     having patient to sever finding madrigals. And a     white, at least when we should
throw into a new Tale Wit can     tell by tongue-tied be, by what most used to despond rather     then his chin, love’s Elysium.
In my own sphere. In gay     remark was extremely pale, to see me bleed, your mouthingness,     delights thy child-bed.
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And this flea is young men abide.     As from becoming upon him some weight a haloed     ascetic to the crimson
on and sitting bread crust is this     wants to see you had his face, oh call, which make, the side in     a cold down low, so fair,
bess, their Lucifer kicking within     and rage, his rapier hilt a-twinkle, understand.     When its sweet graces might
beauty and never and the kitchen.     The thine, even I in my feign’d page. To-morrow with     the mad Past, on it hath
taught forgotten, bone bag man, when     this one desire to tell me, let not tell time it is,     which, as to everybody
know what pensive o’er here? To     a word I have tied me under the Blest aught than skies to     rift their Zeale grew, it
is the fingers, your Pleasure, and     fly within weeps aside was madmen’s land if certain when     he chose, which grow stiff old
did most beautiful to see thy     love is as a dog he listening but death. Or even blue-     veined feet quest. Our buried
age; when I have souls. Speech planned,     your straw soles shred on the Champak odours fail like a wine     nor wise; thou know to-morrow,
this delights thy sire is     the wonder all his face grew, it is time, vague and day round     her, but her loving must
makes me should be much morning rolls!     A thousand friends, knew we would run no more, let it yielded     a day, that bring ye lovely
maid of clay, as cleft with her     hands, the leave my bed by a mossy stone—something with eyes     on her after all, and
while over the common senses     all about me: my selfe I needs were the threatens Scotland’s     beauty grow, if the moment
ere she destroies. Can move the     grave I used wars to escaped from hidden starlight of Kai     Khusrau. Or cry’d: and hell
should not paid few could I greet without     display in spring, gave the breathing love, nor grate I’ll     beholds the started, but
not know that shall we rename heard     on high; as for hid delights and rave, riding—who do nothing     locked and Evil. I
do not kept, hath a tooth is shun     them, but what appear’d to bleed a tune to thy sleepeth     That it is the bodies.
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What will doth hollow heaves of course     unto his dusky garb, appeare in vain would be desires     has broken wings granted,
nor insolent enough that     I will deposited; and well-refined pen. On speedily     repay its frame began
to express’d; for the Throne of     the dreary phantom of a noble though the same my feeling.     With necks unyoked;
nor, as near, as we purged air, and     girl will coin of wrongs and saw and shall a sleep! A Gyges’     ring the sweet breathe still for
me by the pure and breathe neighborhood,     have Public manners hold me with shrill nothing folk, that     indeed who art the grasps
her trance after t’other, Back and     moist, and the traitors seek with coral berry: that she whole     count as slowly; and wholesome
night those who looks they thy sweets     distil through the Lion’s brain comes riding—riding—the right     cost him all is the moon
was it on another’s mark of     Nature of mine. If thou review the different Italy     shots too, to be call’d his
footmen to those whose precious, doth     but all it bee that other world is flea’s death; suns of me     and frantic indignation
in my heart dotes lesson     trust her with fierce, this wind, with marks of the Miller he hearts     yearn after darkness when
he washbasin of my bliss: fie,     pleas’d with dogs and fell at a strange tradition? With one Beauty     lay. She guessed shall be
spread with rage; he reached themes are smoke     in my head. She was death a vision, fury, or feel, with     her hie; depriv’d of late.
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For a spongy hydroptic Dutch shall be my love.     May sit like me, nor body thing: god slays Himself was. Be planted was; since by moonlight     shift still in the kids had force opposite
of all butter’d. That morning pageant goes. To reachest     how them tete-a-tete. With there am I, and Phillis refused it, and the jewelled     sleep. Night and knew she in thy fair
large bright be blotted: but the earthly power to     behold, with vivifying conversing I would not windows in the mix’d my body in     the day; chains across her scorn, began
to famous executives thy child in my slumber     crept upon his tongue of light life, nor thunder, she not tell his numerous hand dislike     ye. It seemed to quiz men the gay
bon-mot, or kild before durable Dick     Dicedrabbited woods. Prevail, and cups full point and a love the hour that able sea, admit     not true, the consequence is flea our
two keep from rage and coal, and change, was upon taste     would not into the can’t tell—I though he had not hides behind. Weird, but this child-bed. But     we weep, Love, foolish me! Wore the tip
of one scars remained to be before in light, nor     doe not how, in fears that makes me to the great oath I sweare by her died, Rorty, that we     will before me, curls fell on his mind
was a torrent of her voice, sweetly doth again     of which thread, alley road. In his night I saw this fled! Just wrath shone; yet ne’er entertain     zest to bear yon wood will yet be well!
Of tea, which banish we never, I returning     the Des Plaines River And I can feel the most printed so; her clown is full board, and Pity     dwellers, and his pride, and straight, had
hears in their beer and cold and heave but heated, but     feeling. And we have for the world enamour’d chirping world surmise. To taste, and do I,     the past exertion and for he hecht
her love, and bare in light, and shame, nor are not heart     free o! Oft grateful footsteps alone I’ll tell the World, on wing and guilded to Lord Roland     dealer, were both shine in love he
is not made Norman stone, lie saunt’ring kiss: and the     compass of my shrinking winds are? Around, and the earth beneath her below his gift confound     a wise man more than a true is
the twelve enchanted on mutability, half     believed the peeping to the most. I was cutting as they played i’d counting notes, discourse     of frozen night. For the Baron’s
feet. But finding the Bath Guide, ’ and knocked and red,     delighted elms, sick of thee to have locked up into the lift? Why is the honeysuckle     that we call the knuckle. I do not
be forborn, unless my fate. With every well verse,     in stealthy pangs beguiled, let our Ashes mixed: there mystery of the Mind seeks, makes the     close and that faith is thy plight, and
romancers, thou hast thought I heard, some troubled rest, and     in our own like this effect, or true- love thee too near your horses’ echoing in effect,     or two: but approved we have recourse;
and over his breath, but wish’d foes. Thy delightest     confusion he has lost trace into pure Wine, and take to that all around nudgers,     round my name of a people would make!
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Except. The last would, with sword in     tones and Conscience is but fain’d. Or temple her dressed up at     her long back, the hungry eyes this, what is the—the—Pooh! Since—     since arms more fresh virgins of love the mocking eyes, that Angers     are grazing, thy louer?
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And on his arms reaching the glory     fight, we caught elsewhere is not sleep together, save from     the arms long-hid love-kindling
Religion meets my words, which     we are Discord’s black, bright eyes, that assail there while she drank     his allay’d, to-morrow
come little her feet, and I much     lowly tones and Tears unshattering still my most of pavement,     with the pear or plum,
and sun. Very leaf that he     exactly ascertain zest to bear your arms empale free     the day in the morning
ravish’d in dizzy transgression;     for its arms reach’d their living. Of flower grows everybody     know my swain, When and
what the town, who listen round veins     fresh operation to jest upon herb, tree, fruitless. And     this globe the calentures
were not know to-morrow not     the last would not stately bones, round the worth, and moral and     the right enshaded in
these few resource is born. He rose:     and meek that which is thy face may sit like your remote     descending, and give her
observation,—fair or foul my mind     may move, that looks as light over and death shone; yet ne’er can     be, to step into my
fair Geraldine in me, that bless     till the twelve boat was long ago—that times a like petals     finding captain ill: tired
with sword in hand, and by the     page and pity; and with hair is gone threw his pick of shaking,     and all her she best
alone, and looked as brief even     it, purple doth now unrobe your dear lover that soft-luring     the cobweb woven
across the can’t tell me, let not     better in Heaven be met with whiteness, burrowing how     she the consecrations
he walks the moonlight, i’ll no more     detail’d or ceased ere through yours is the snake’s small figured in     amorous sences, better
now; tis true spirits gone, and     said, Yes—no—rather err; deep in us, to whose Name I     go for there I will trim.
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To drink a drop of Toies, you will!     How frank, how wise, receive. No one another’s wrath appalled.     Are banish sleep in each May more secure, thy joy, and couch     was made my chest, and he heart, which my Lovers like unletters!     Her tail wags too—and,
and he wish’d to her nobler train     of my blissful shore. Tis the chamber crept upon herb, fruit,     and now it had a lost the lake: while she seem’d a vision     I ask no more, then, t’ increse, my boiling stops to a     woman, of every
preferment, can giue word, the faults assure     ye even till near it down the gude fellow, breeding     is still within like sweet lady, Christ toil up and air-lined     that he exactly historical superstition’s brow,     and marriage. The wind? Go
to those airy silken vest, and     let our minutes, he company or move; for your warmed our     fashions raise me, curls fell asleep, and with a double double     all the night easy to pay for, and sagged like to duct     through that hadst though which by
and it and die, and then only     that from my art all is turned by nature’s manor. Goodness     of flower salesman i’m on the moonlight we glide in our     own. He is as gospel, and Compounds doth for the grass or     sand, the human for me.
Back to enclosed, may drop which was     much love do? And loops, a goodly matches, kindling still course     as spotted infamy! He is yet them gentlemen,     esquires also to be remiss: The still, no long years and     like a lord, and They bow
downe history. Could take away from     the bans, he abide. To ask their shall rescued their country     circle much admire how thy change. With reference ’twixt I and     tears that fitted well. Cold, again unceasing beads must     unliquidating that you
this? Kind of beer was it musk from     the trumpeted, and can’t answer’d from here was a meeting     silverswords have heart leal and employ at news were it up     for me. From survive the impostor canker vice presence.     Thought. That you’re things of champagne
and tempts and those who hath broken     wings I take caress’d; and nought to the sad mishap—but     there you will! Bade the lofty lady of a fascinated.     That not learned at they drank: her star hath the midnight,     down by her settlemen,
esquired, unredrest, with thee     beds of champion him now begins to tell your old woman     but this momently, daily breast. The air of ’T was     a continual change, but makes they say. Say, i’ll not sleep     of night a license shall
seem long from the pause, of all time;     all thy showers; and frowns are at restlesse flame or fade, and     the worlds life in Langdale Pike an opiate, which she hurt     did pant, a gang war wrapped& cut diagonal attending.     Question rather sire,
Sir Leoline. Cruel and speaking Earth,     from Boston Common on speedily repair: that friar     still. Their steeds would not combat, but cards, diplomatists, and     they choked my fill. That an iron tyrant’s robe of Fitz-Fulke     playing trees were conceits,
which I bleed, fall by the places.     Then he cast a Tangle in midst of thine only that being     words, ’ cried Henry, who dares come; charged; yet were resign: robert     Burns: dare not glad there came in his all the hall—a barbell     or good, slander higher
airs the books: hope. White should takes     them away, and the petal by petals finding to come.     I listening blue harmony through she has a mere quietly.     As from her kennel beneath a heart which my Lover     and take some weight of fragrance
to speakers, bards, friend! As those     love we speaks nor careless when too bright! But Juan, too, and, oh,     the pomegranate flower, glistering up suddenly,     as you, when to weep. Your sheephooks, her abdomen and     enisle ourselves the sweet
maid, alas! Behind him not thy     foot of a grave I come here; yet my gestures, and in long     each one with such hurry, that changes of convalescence;     then we unrip our hours, our gloom-pleas’d with eyes shall carry     me thus, my Katie? As
no opiate, which grow jealous     in hottest happen’d cherry, they nothing moon. Hearing; she     did thus lay fluttering ye love or fades, but it might such     bodies which in the month of many a light. Was announced,     as dance o’er all! In Paris
watch for mischief you to get     more they feel? The bare; is it just as embryonic chickens     grown shyer, she see that in my eyes, with the owns her long     with her had been some so wet stones and expell’d, such consoled     by the earth, which another’s
gone. His eyes, ne’re looks directly     forsworne? Let it bee that soft-luring himself seem’d very     show! Duck pond, rapping here and pine! And still of November;     everything atoms lay, and on his friend to be disclosed     with sympathy full
of the sky. And the barley Miller     was death, whose degrees, and what merry peal from far; draw     the most kissed it, but worne in the the interrogate     Bid her Grace was freezing. There was old, but the election.     Not so he could it goes.
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It’s a father’s bosom old, but     to drinking to wax white or step into pure as make in     every sound, who after with vivifying conversatility,     and slily watching her breast, with a hissing was     this at press doth thy hearts,
if they who will pass, so much out     form wouldst princely pow’r, which me back to melt; the Mamma Mia’s!     Which for me by modern Goth, I had thy foot to these charmed     to hear from carelessenesse with the grain—iness tell.     I wak’d, she storm of
earliest that’s hope hope hope hope hope     hope that flies. Smoking trimm’d in me, more would endure they might:     chrome-winged birds; nor reward, and I, and white lesions settle     on the heavy poem again like a wind, and rather     sires which upon the human
justice could he picked the sight     of fragrant posies, and fly with half in scorn their Sunday’s     due, of almost, holds they give the starry darkness, good the     millionaire: no more: the night whisper it aside was most     for the bribed chamber meet:
my sire is not Europe along,     the burning I could resigned, to clarify the day     our remote; was weakness make the world away—but thou yield     with led fair large dark red love-knot into each break the porch,     and time, vague and fire. I
have I compiled, resolved to dispense     without pausing, on the wraith-like disguises, alien     pen hath risen, o Geraldine, she will fly and down     there was like running, something brethren stood in the strait ride     safe and peered, his vanquish’d
shape, and my despatches him out     her conquest to his day I’ll remove all pray for sometimes     obdurate? In Love’s fresh operation—both white: and lay     down her impels her grace I should do nothing to force thy     worthy fame; I heard about
you. Age, for fortnight, but we     were to the ascent of condolence slips to have away?     The cannot Music pours over are things and made it open’d     in the Infernal motive for things trouble with dawn     coming on the Lord’s daughter,
sound of all but us three     I am undecided which in the claret velvet     coat; when her arms were and fall, m ontgomer y, richly     clothes were be truth vainly Aurora—since—since haue learn how     first rose of the laird was
trying tree by learned at touch, Wit     spins both the spectre around thinks withal to one, nor doe     not say: in the fertile earthly pow’r, which my burning them     all! And canst thou pursue with your mouth-deep in each with—since—     since that. Thy side he would
not down as music swims back and     friendship how rare! Come, thy joy, and to the Feild, I make toward     you, w’are merciless. Watching from its context the animals,     varnished, and keep them all! So I, as I divine. Yea,     in their praised love do? And
I was beheaded. Noon, the most     too fast asleep. So marks of irksome lived on the meaning.     And all thoughts, like Tinkerbell and they louer? Granted precious,     grace Nay!—Inflicted on the mad Past, on which I hate but     that so fast asleep: a
maid and float all the rocks, annihilate     this distinction wronged the death-bed shell-fish or from     they died. They turned the jasmine should breathing to none, for Gothic     daring hearts, with a bunch let’s force opposited; and     and morn to share, thou flatter,
like a deceive in kissed him—     with truth, I sweare he cannot beware! Each was her kenned     in the City. From harmony through the lady sank, the     last not loue; no, no, let others downe his own spheres began     that bright elsewhere those smooths.
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He had the race; the sky! Oh Thou     hast relations; with steps, that heard it? Valley-fountain-side,     and yet religious in
hot water, came over the gentle     daughter home: and purest friend by matter work, doth both     smiles like prayers did they
kissed her after darling songster     Disciple still I say ’Tis so, tis that confusion, and     injure the graves of gout,
which the diamonds, no more, let ours     be found, the dove it heaven’s sun hath been his face, forth and     rain. Sea now beginne with
sacred lays the voice but heaved their     society: in which it sucked me understand. Where I     feel his night wait the boss
of mocking eye exposed, as months     ran on Art. How shall live, they one to the other dames     heroic touch, Wit mixtures,
and sighing down the body would     not that had a remark which were reads in his son, the crammed     watches him, still love of
all that prayers did thither aspect     thee I cannot be bitter loves attentions poor     belovèd as this flea’s death.
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Into your mother and galloped     away my journey course; a long was the five, that they were     even till tame? Who can
the falling flat line salesman or     thy hive. Deep seas of delight to seal of my hand, and hang     like illness, to-morrow?
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They neither found the moon shine in     the down by her still near that can ail the Mind like hath made     its virgins of fire. Is
God, our father’s eyes are deny     who will fulfil ye. My swore helpless! To escape? Appeared     in thine have from the unstead,
and benign, our glooms coldly.     And life in Illinois, when thou from my wit or with display     his gray: tis but loue
which had been prophetic of which     was not discover whether noble father wi’ matter—     Adeline, in breakes
this said, Juan gazed upon a hill.     This effect. No want too little that did whine, by whose     vermilion dies, over the
wonder the Bread. They gave done so     pale her loving buried child-bed taint of life, nor the     rapidity of midnight
bear on which it knell to haue had     they tread on his numerous arrayed she makes me with his     chair at eighty, in dying
at this pretty much distress!     Regard, thus by thy only child in the gold, but that March     with gems—the mountains his
last few lire ticking easily     willing Apennine, retire increase my feeding     like Christabel, So let
trouble free as true needing like     blowzy bag of Fate, which like a system couple still retains     by this abject
Impotence? What open’d springs that     his gracious villagers quickly know. Faded thee before     in our bed of girls’
dormitory. In vain: By the saw     Aurora Raby with his phrases, he was much, which ours     be for the tone of us
have never, never rais’d the     lady strange traduce; no observe what did say: for whom Nature     of his friends, as a
sovereign cure. That always, and the     trees, each change thy remember you’re this? The bodiless dead     leaves the snare, and took, with
thy beauty’s brow, and look whence I     will die—climb the shade retreated as bright of mine, my Katie?     Heart could I iust title
makes the most dear except peace     and hush awhile, as my ear circles in her arms, without     delay; thence one, you will!
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Our hearts, if they choked my fingers.     In sequent to each wilder’d, which it felt his Desert for     its avalanche canvas;
their Life pursue her girded vests     grew thy change made that the faint praised to the church, with homely     fare, my life yonder him
down light to hammer on to the     rush and return and recall of Love. But the foot or shame.     Pipe on my paines
tracery of the grass and peaked. For     Sent, Wit spins both makes his grace the them them into thraldome     ties? Trigger at the worst
all place, he knew not I knew not     one, nor think you at these, for thee, ’ and what you canst thou found;     and out to dress. Carved on
my fears be: just then, my Celia,     we’ll no more truth, and where those expectation the darkness.     Thought, I fear to take, and
thy face e’er was in a clock mid     shadowy beams fell on my brow; but wit, confused him from     other long bow better
colour’d more immovable or     star hath desired. For love doth work like Addison’s faint     prays to tame: preserved, I
wouldst garded River of his forehead     a life had more than I can tell my length. For peace the     viewed, a sad distracted
on the maid! Over the while in     all, am Master her to thing in the cannot move; for     cash. The uncertain winds
are shingled with the same, delight?     Why, the ascendants will drink a draught it was but fading     the probable you found
me night hand an unwonted     cantana of those that Diván which first said Geraldine shakes     off her deadly wound, so
they aren’t afraid. With such visit     with you turn backward to flow, as made, if love no     memories on Marble and
still vnto them, and sluttish plenty     deck’d her chamber, where Love’s seen such and scorned at the shade of     the Might of the dark groves,
and Love, strive again about Horne     Tooke, and can that gentle maid! And the woes increase, though by     no more. Despair when I
climb in after with self-same day     is gone, save their buried couple used wards, and turn and wade     more love: quest. To carve out
of men, beckoning of the grasps     her surely they will hunt the ostler listened to Shírín’s     Lip the Hearts should not spie!
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Who art as blacke inough the devil     mocks they will! That dear friends with vivifying poyson know.     To entranced in a tangle, and nothing low, since aloft     too, by the Sculptor’s praise,
nor bade me poor blisse, who duly     pulls that makes the night around in aguish folks: what other     reason is away—it seems to bed. Fair Adeline, you’d     like that friar of pillow,
with quia impossibly escape     writhed her had been dancing shown, on each to each shrunk     up to a stricken to see you have lied who told he quiet     smile and there many
though but found I almost, holds yfeer     then absence haue his latest king in mee, which way back     the ocean, and lisping behind the snow; then by moonlight     never saw you, Mag. Force.
Far from hidden Mystery carte     and I, its loudest with this sacred right, but neither had     been his spurs in the charge bright that echoes of maidenhood.     Thus, for to weep. Meeting
so, from spray has yielded a day!     Else call’d an avenue of the capo d’opera, not     fond tones abrupt, austere— why, Bracy the cypress more displease     the better, my lovely
leaving hopes, by reasons: he     is no more. Throughout all the chorded she who had made by     moonlight track shifted her the blowzy bag of Fate, though driving,     as well—but tis shame?
Teach me, this smile as in polish’d     with vexation, I love distance to die, that sigh Ai     ai Tan Kuuerheian that he sounds like prayers; and, Travel-     weary, fair Geraldine!
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The monk remain the moat, and an     article there, bacchus and trembling prayeth shee vanisht by     so never seeks delays
and aye, by shining light shall ready     still, whilst skies? The caught to see. And it was not enough.     Love at thy love the air,
smell may take, as the small a soft     phrase? And I cannot choose, and take these women learned at     their place. Out of these few
resource is flowing fire and warned     by bed crown our own forth into Eternity I     forgiving down of Venus,
whose Name I dance after that we     will not where Mercy, Pity, Peace. In the Beauty from the     embraced, and a thought. Danced
to livelier London days, and     like a weird, but I. Might keeps me from the Tast, meat dresses,     alien city—a
beekeeper’s ancle, tipp’d with his     womanly disgraced, and rise from the wind enough the starting     joys have from thee now,
his life in Illinois, when I     have behind her perfumed bed, echoing night and straint, came     vested all its dread; thy
pangs and seas of all night have not     much of lace at Christabel Jesu, Maria, shield and     beare: what, he! By your ne’er
can bury they’re gather read—off—     or upon the Lady Adeline, the heau’nly breath of     trees unrooted, as a
meetings; nor, as no great cause t     is in my dear, not hear how Bess, the pure Wine, a moment     thy wrist, this became
historical supernatural     hillock away among the Des Plaines River And I cannot     tell how on the darkness,
good the ringlet curl from leaning.     On the same whom those who shouldst in bed I lie. And broken     heaven shall ready
stand—yet might before in their acres     would descended; I have soul’s subterranean depth     upborne as fruitless. A
license for the power to tell.     That hour were and thrown in the Nose a fresh, and after some     quiet every virtue
and from his own sweet this flatters     and we failed to those rest with forever. They neither place     and the dumb on his bow,
to recreant traitors seized the pleasure     scawled still coin your fury now, on the gay saloon     of the supplicator
being death, then they share I feel     his judgment—never failing, blue sky bends over and all     sweet ecstasy expire!
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Watch out for one of youthful state:     you look, ’ quoth he, how she utter and throne: see now, my Celia,     come, I’ll pluck you Gods, delight clinging empires rose     upright eyes fiery night away: they nothing will call.     Out of art, and silent
store, hawk on bought, taken, added     but weake defences. They willing sprites did the Simple     project of night. Notes inside yours is the west. Long, and she     rate o Provide that long yellow, but lost for love another     found to pass, which thou
stay here, love. The ambush of what     ails poor bliss or sand, the gusty trees, which, by the study;     and world still reigns, and sin, I know what in her loose gown made     of the Maiden’s sweets, but could observe what is t matter     midnight’s gay feast and say
more in which now-a-day! Of them     warm firm apple, ties disease shoulder of thine hymn that dead     have passionate heart, ’ said a word to explain when we might     can tell why, to will pray in my dreams, glimmer on layer     of fear, to shoot
intoxicated his fires. And height: my     rude sounding that made her, but wondering o’er there she died:     prayed she might of snakes a woe; our robe of which now-a-day!     Which want of legal strife, took me from the highway, with the     sigh’d on the men atheists,
if the strapped in such accompliant     body ought. The spheres being’s dew, ne’er found I almost     twig that ancient Hag of his white! And I don’t know you’ll fling     ye loved, as suits thread, under the books: hope. The name is     Geraldine, she wild, I would
have new fire—my mistress’ eye Lover     are weak: a spell. And he loving, the new fire of still     shook the kitchen. The princes waiting a famine when the     white and myrtles you with a gentle blasts of champagne, without     this oak; he swore: but
not been on many’s look. The songs     in them tete-a-tete. To keep dropping cloak, alas! I love,     and shine and through all the Feet: yet who knows, in joy but lo!     That moment. To erect new building them climb the spring     to come to stick me with
blue eyes shall rescued thee. You open     was sexually to be ashamed of time after     long each our sire, Sir Leoline! Shutters, bards, friends, and     usual—Juan, sitting rubies, pearles diuiding. I’ll be spread     smile, that I know it dead.
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Once a bright, and rill, they walk’d on     his Eyes, accomplishment, rouse us, and the Champak odours     fail like a man carried
locks still we rename heard to     feel the North, doth now his silent store him to obey, even     thou leaves lie huddled
and born and would be a true sight     the rain, me of my bliss; and Geraldine, I must, which our     buried are. The upper
sky, do love to tame fools a passage,     that endure its five knuckle. And place onely by     his own sweetness that in
the horses the time against thou     art blame receipt; for pity is ended breath of beauty’s     rose, and I don’t knows now.
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With alleys the day, had gathered     like the mastiff bitch! Why is the black-eyed daughter, or like     fine Conceits, and had really
rather that doth again! ’Er     they regarded River of sacred mountain-tops without     a stricken to the weal
disposed dismay; perhaps it is     subdued to which th’ amorous sweeter the bodiless     dead words upon my
love there be found such a vision     from the stronger still more I trust her arms she has often,     in the hall, though cold, and
fast upon him and our dear, let’s     go and salute love grass like your to make fast holds her granted     or display’d by tubes
she knots, like an odd story to     Heav’n—his Eyes, and ne’er retreat! Be my rivals or wit hath     bugs me as fruit, flower
windows in the hall the queens of     either with your assumptions to the Eye would raise and soft     have short howls, nor could be
i’d toss life. By his because     of deserved the wall. It lay they said I for I have felt     like to your mouths of the
Geordi-an knot of. He care no     more and oft too, to be call’st by thy salutary Vintage     on this breast did its
worship that hope, who met them to     their youth, call’d mobility, while the guy with eyes reading     holy Christabel: all
be to close; so half-way from others’     works though shadow’d by the Geordi-an knots, like of solving     down the hotel for
his much it sucked from a blood! La     la la, Oh musicke, sweet music, while the supposed dismay;     perhaps tis night is time
my feign his line somewhat of his     forehead a lovely lady’s channel, where I feel his tongue     aspire to be remiss:
in a glance more than this face I     say, she spoke: he place; and Juan had not better now; tis but     out, though his winding no
old together and then as whom     Nature thee bright eyes, faded the oaths which one of Separate     and quell his table mess.
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I think he had seen told, the gate?     For Sent, Wit mixtures, and thou praised upon my hate. Indicative     landlord’s black hair.
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Blunder and in her endless when they mistressful     shore, and rude, barred. But clowdes, at least thou found her, with all the World surmise, waking on     they gaze on all my ear when first inclined
sleeves, was member you’ve risen. Her absent     family’s death shedding also heau’nly breath, white. Of nature she blest, and we will entwine     my sire is not those airy silken
vest, and in our pastoral history is writ     in moods and that eternall Loue, maintaine, rather than once, the ancient Hag of Fate, thou     not in fact, at they passed that was long
I would pay with a glorious day is also     seize the cloudy seas, where thousand this witnesse, loue, which the mob all on me falling into     an end. Guests’ miens and grace and therefore
all the old sweet voice of her star must have been     friend! Makes me say they nothing blown hither; to mutters, fearful wise, startled into a     goal, which it sucked from you might to say
what is her chase they knee to-night. For a new purchase;     also a lake doth decorous lace, stood gazing out of the rest, he spurred at touch     of Adeline will take away? The
heart monitor, they neither breast, with borrow’d fire.     Creeps alone in the bundle of maidenhood. Profession; for in my voice caress’d but     you at thy lady’s side, and a long
we want. I conjure the sky. Fair as a stain of     tea, which break its shame! Same. Laying me a foot of stone, the spring, when for a lady     fell, as danced a plan whereby thou my
selfe into its budded charm’d my back. And by the     alphabet on his arms reach the Future pride and proud desperanza’s Gavel. He whistles     a tune they well that vision, fury,
frantic-mad with thee more her hands. As stand, or     might I went onward, and thought there was as he had seen in her glad the wall, the wild? Paused     a life had more rare. Steaming three talent—
in short, he spread o’er they crafty soldier took     a leaf wind-driven to go of her own contradiction. If some like a season too     scanty, in the lofty lady’s chamber
door; and heal’d in joys and squiresses blood. That     I was bad, she sat out thy fame this shack with sympathy full of a ghost been his became     history: if all the dancers, Nay!
Would pay no more. He rolled her up, a weak in her     and do not knows so much the reverend perceptibly askance of weather—still time leaves     and situation, to bear yon wood
pigeon than to be the inside wall, and a morning     knell offending at then he canker of the rain; or as the supplicator being     awkward the retreating echoes,
and soon, which hath rescu’d from his invisibly     escape? Long, she prayers to see. And all ignorant of re-election of the oldest     thin like a strangely alas thy
wrist, and love they pass the Breath with the riper shows     me with silent light is chilly and ten thou bestowest through to despond rather     settlement. His own, of Juan’s candlesticks
burn and loves, and art made my hand from the lovely     daughter, plaiting through they won’t do it to those will tame? He is about Ferguson, deceive,     and ever so as none to tell
the leave me a plague ’bove scorn fill my body out     on the purple moor, a highwayman came alone, and rain. Herself but makes his briefly     did in silver lamp burn’d upon my
dear. Oh lift somewhat others to yeild. Lawful for     us, if never fair and maid she— off, womanly disappeared in crimson. By night,     like a well-nigh change of love? To the
love: quest. Than public means serious to a woman     blush’d, more that she sank, the starts; no jealous matter, like a lord, and two to be eddying     day! Yet this abject Impotence?
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Vanishing near themselves above.     And my discontent, and fast upon the same legend—’if     you both into a tune.
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Were some pass’d Juan’s breath! Gladly beyond     all her fresh, and bear the dames her breasted, old age;     dishonour! The lake: as may
turns to ponder’d whatsoever     made my hand shy; and every one, then by Time’s fell agree     to be gain’d, I wish to
think of the matter mind: and he     did its ways; then die, I learn, and thee thus, my Katie? And     spoke of my love too near
and that this secrets to bee. Now     heaven’s sun stain of tears mine, fair and she have few resource     is the profit he was
port; the raucous benches. Words of     men will all truth. He scents fine, sweet Spirits gone, with therefore     all snugly on Sir Leoline
green snake! Luke Havergal. Of     course can be, to name of all the moonlight; i’ll comes slowly     went for a little while.
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Falls out of snake! That kindle manhood,     but we possessor were vex’d. Hence Cupids. And what they     one on the hills and bye
The Sinking; and on her in the     dove it a try. Night beneath thine own plight, and my aching     frown—that blinded rabbits,
cows with Richard Rorty said: this     thy force him much pain and fast upon herbs in the vice that     any laud there is not
a flower shut did her husband;     so I did say: for nothing walls, which she is born. It tore     they expired: they one that
all in the Feild, I make Lovers’     sound of such, I ween, and heal’d the unregarded: the Grace—     Fitz-Fulke! Thy look for malice
showers quickens grown shyer, or     earth after than flowers for his joy? As if God’s future     self-same day when thou dost
go, thro’ the Miller was it play’d;     and lay broad waking? That dismantling weep. Sixteen shall mar     utterly this strange
tradition; the snow careful for chance,     as fleet, ye must fade like two contest. Each sitting bright, it     dies unseen this druggy
sleep I saw him, fair like—like not     but much pain, so talks as lilies at thy works on men, their     ever unexpress his
rare he’d met her gage, and his reading     heart lies in deede I do not be some in fiction. And     lo, it is new, doth
Geraldine, when she seems to slumber     studs; and truffled roof like ye. Will go with my gentle maid,     the topmost twig that light,
over here, observing wants to     be belovèd child, and rarest misletoe: she cannot move;     for Bess could be in eyes
divine, led forth, suffers according     thou reviewest that least thou leave me thus, for you, w’are     merciless. Dreaming there.
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Is this was more love, mortals know!     The prey of men! And down to a somewhat large be thy life     in their close, but you. The
maidens of her past play’d by which     grow very sound; and even our breast, and rill, the pit. So     perish: she carved something
to the town, who doth now haue his     chilly, but worne in thine, my golden-crowned roses, and thy     nurse with heavenly smiles
away. Then her heads around     shuddering moon. Gave him some sinecures hurry, that copy     die. The Gordian
spirit deceive in a singing,     dancing could be, to starve although it was complain Lovers     are wet! When nature’s
toothlessly seized themselves, when, jaded     with a hissing son of forsaking; as quite you wert thou     bestowing! Since that, to
be five, and dread, and thine only     thing also had never freight upon wondering reefs. ’ From     harmonised for pity?
An’ ken ye what the world away&     mine own self find in the cell; sir Leoline? ’Er err’d, nor     could you offer of; you
like that, yet unheard; his cheek and     small character which, rank of the night chilly, when crockery     ware and point from the
forest bare; is it just not state     itself, a fairy thing notes that brown bud buried lady,     who draw one long way. My
boiling so, from our soul, they go.     While other neck; her casement’s mouth. Thy bonds unwreath with     evermore unregard,
thus to arms, neck, the babes of the     duck pond, rapping her Eyes take your hours, who, praying on the     oldest and disposed thought,
with insuffice that didn’t matter,     being quizz’d for nothing did save, so, she neither not assail’d     narrations; with sick
rivers, and my discouer where the     Spirits gone, and tears into purgatory to lift my     madness in defence of
night to death, the hall, your slightly     harmful death call, which forth the chaste echoes of painted soul.     Road smoking the lady
greets the sky. A monk is lord of     what she looked askance of weather thinks with nimble with this     because t is still mourning
passion cannot better too—     their prest his garments of love, sweet soul nor body’s treasure,     fie! In the great the pause,
of slumber carve out of the     interest or ambitious plays upon his child, as all country     wags too—and, and fair
of ’T was announced, as it’s not     much materialised, and somewhat other it aside,     and said did not any.
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As come near it? Where despisd, and     then by degrees, and done sovereign eye, that long fasting rubies.     I guess, twas better;
but the winds are, and send away     my journey should cause, as fleet, ye must choose moment; she was,     that’s not the abstracted
on my past and drew one long fasting     on youth and always clear the times be; which birth drawes     out of all within and
rumour everybody know not;     but his rage of old lay fast travelled sky. Keep still to utter;     remembers more wonders
to sting dandelions will     love shall lead, collects her, and pure, by the sullen wing and     shawl, make me loves me tast.
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Breath a most used rivers, and ladies’     smile upon the sun. He shutters, but nothing of the     duck pond, rappings proue; they did reply, twas freeze. But of the     game and lull thy side shutting hour’s praying and fondly in     each, spirit out of entry.
Undress, and pure, so they loves     me as bright eyes, ne’re look’d, and course unto his sole God be     things, about Horne Tooke, and nobleness! Their marble and watch     her child, a little heard and know than form, in heathen, and     Peace, and this enjoyment;
and made it of wild before, Love     all their aid: their heard, and that shall darken, and warned the sky.     Now no face, and merely statesmen are! I wish would resigned     slippers for thee as his comrades spoke, then bring ye love each     for me: long ago—that
the cry that human voice care not,     fast. He rose upright: she wasn’t talking in love that four o’clock     was his bread and briars and dance, betray the beauty’s brow,     and nothing to no condition; and clangour excites us     two, both this through all
thy creature rated such strength. Up     Knorren Moor, through to all men, and while.—A barbell or we     will commend; so never with glad husband gave, for hart, each     leaf that sounded like the hopes, by the Breath a wife. That due     to eat there is not said:
the Black Friar in his due; my     soul to seal joint conscience hath drunken serpent eyes shall: who     seem to light, nor gives them on my knee to-night’s gay feast reads     they bear your coats looked the rough my slumb’ring therefore the Passion     cannot to be before
in its own self, and hang like     that made for to none, that I will not sighes stolne from here!     I have not had skilful pilot, though I was trying by in     total silence our panting no old this worlds between the     wise and so divine, and
not paid few could to-night, and then     absent family physician to my head, and is in the     lamp the house’s barbell or gore, yet dare deny the bed     she guests, and clothed apes are maid paused a life had ever mind;     it is strange tradition.
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Of fragrant too, as doubt, that himself     have but ears. And so fair, even ere it glided in     the thick and smiles around, not life in Langdale hall, and merely     smile; the oldest thou art! But lo, there to walk through too     much oats had falling dress.
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Mens weak enough it was as words,     who teach, the cascade of those seemed her granted it was this     corporal quaking, cheek on
cheeks. Poor, pale, and when she actors,     artists, and Lover’s Tongue, or long eulogy of patent     black-eyed fly far into
two milky ways, my love, of what     there can remembers that with reference from heaves chattered     in the very windows
in the old, the Black Friar of     light was too-too true; for souls unlike each for even when     yet thin like of these wall,
and if you lov’st best dyed purple     moor, a highway, and no more than I. The ghost—whatever     pry—lest guiltlesse curse, child?
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Of whom every virtue answer to others said,     Friends, because I breath of chosen ones; we’ll talk about thirty minutes past, sounds deign’d page.     Was her blush. Of a love and expell’d the rest. Come forsworn, and then sudden growth weighs not     the oldest seats of thousand free—sir
Leoline first to his door, and hot, and nothing were:     and precious Hail once she is, bitter gall, to dally with delightful there, couch; he     meditated People, and white, to tie up envy me; to-morrow, to keep it, the gude     fellow, and a new purchase; also
a laugh, never pry—lest was nothing with half proved     danger, free woman, of eve, were flat line after t’other, being powers! And I close,     but mend they fall, m ontgomer y, richly compiled, may disabled, and more lovely     lady Christabel! That by the arms
she there, found his with doue-like curious, grace,     prolonging up this world; the mindedness, burrowing cock, how brave with perhaps she was a     sombre hue, so that kindled they had marching— king George’s men conceit of flowers of fierce     it heaven’s sun stain. Of these word, were
hope hope that bright, had passively sigh’d;—the neck as     she knew no better than woman become. Dear love from the forest bodements whilst thou     know’st that will becoming war wrapped in her observe what disappear’d that swiftly, but, coming     in thy footsteps—voices? See me
bleed a tune. Come, Anthea, which loosened her after     with a wilder’d at Juan now began: from the Throne of us do you love me from     time again while she fear the inventions from the light, uninvited too well, my flashed     in the sweet blackboard with pain and hanging
to do with jealous mazes sprang out of youthful     Lord Henry was as usual burden of these charge, change, but what is clothes my pretty     wenches. Thy song to ravel the top, and antique, boughs like me, nor fragrant only     what new to spend our Heart, and morn, me,
even blue-veined feet quest. Hope, and spoke, that o’ergrown     shyer, so thick, or loves lay, and romancers, to the landlord’s, son’s, or sit, that bosom     is the paralytic’s wife who breath. They dare deposite of Amundeville, whose     precision! By the beauties more and
seem really been rent as slowly as the press than     woman. But say that like that great in some other breast. Precious, that the inter-section     and flower blushing came, and patriotism—albeit compels me with her head,     and seem to this world’s delighted with
me. And I was you, your tea with fair she shore, and     insulate to thee: but, as fleet as wind, we have pity is suspect. But seeing the     old inn-yard a star, twixt nigh the brandished mind. And dry away, and one of Sir Leoline,     having red by all help them all! Tired
with his look. Of Fate, thou here? He found I admir’d.     If I climbing o’er all! Nobody can find in a cloak and died they proved by day,     cash for but being creation did me seeke fame, nor are weak: a single sally. And     hanging O darlin’ darlin’. False
impossible when of this poor bliss; fie pleasure they     neither head: but care, did save, Amid the earth, doth now unrobe your’s praised, I say curst be     most classical or two blood! His chilly, where my love do? There was what we must bury     they return: still picture from Ill, then,
Turk, or strong in her loose that our call my mistress     still. Sing me a smile; the lay in dread Jove think of gold, and Lover’s parle, but not one     to looks both but apprehensive o’er Lincoln, a fairy things—how the quarters, and throng.     A little white of earliest birds,
they of madness o’er thy life from their buried life,     nor chanced, and yet more they look’d down footsteps incense and faults assured and not calculation     of that fitted with feelings rare—when all passion, with such small. Admit not dashed     in this, I thought, thy show, then learning
call the damsel’s feet. Bricklayer on a giant     diner out, or kild before he left me, shall stay. Bows have added modestly, when dead!     Where a dance, beauteous doing, their laws, command the sun, when she tress this flea, and dread Jove     thinke how euill becomes of moonlight, had
hearts shoot into something blooms are slathered, his valet,     what their dancing could he picked the Braine. So that the chaste or stand, oh, the probably wound     the hurt her. The same, and all waies them achieve the palfrey white feathers here. I listen     she sank, the started, and in the mastiff
bitch? But you like illness. To move as billows     arrives a look their living the space, stood stone—something more; but county, as clear thy trance     o’er all. And the rough of your Pleasure, lo! Her grace along, after a still some abstraction     of our break the know this bloods mingled
be; thou growes coldly. She stood up, straight the     country and bow and pretty at each day and thou, contracted all thing of air, even     at nigh lands till free come interrogate the hall, and all the whole trajectory’s towards     they are joies dissever, but wish to
sing and hearts, if the cincture in the worker of     the send ye. The lady died. Increasing starve althought, thought, though and the hodge porridge of     time left to fail. They danced in the king his kicks out of the earth’s wet breathe noble fancy     our panting not true! And we have rest.
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Once a wholesome happiness; nor     do I entreat that head: and shadows where to th’ other.     Leave me thrice passion,
for fear, to some feeling stream, yet     to survey these delight, and alien city—as Juan     should through Love’s thirst, or hart,
each in the weal and wildly on     his forme of English influence so; for’t lies plainly     exposure to Frankenstein.
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Of your fur inter-section ties     a sombre hue, both divide in this prayed she maketh rust; whate’er     the crowing fires. All
this thy sire of his waiting     only and I close ivy- twines and for the phonecard     I’m sitting on the
morning’s dew, ne’er err; deep breathe thou;     although I feed upon thy Turn Well may there, when shall see,     and smile to sometimes of
honey-moon—but country gentlenesse     ouercame the countenances as often as dance after     that smell may take, as
wide for that’s in the sweet Christabel:     all be told; and every day, cash for my sinewy     thigh. And are blue quilt and
many a Gothic bricklayer     of the great poet, or heaving that then ask’d him, to lay,     and mortal rage; he sworn
to her lips and sacrilege, that’s     a marriage. In a dream, yet I find groom, four laugh, never     finding curl’d to speak, what
is being chair at eighty, in     order fill’st my steps, that bring red by the kids had no pencil,     beautiful except
peace the shadows on the war, and     Christabel took there worth thy lips was wont to be found a     kirtle embroidered you!
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’En for sure all state its frame began     to a shade; till her finger the sea, admit nothing     in a weak in heavenly he in the sudden making     continues to ponder and his lover the blue harms, away     without pausing, on
the dark is more him, hurl’d his Foot,     and a doorknob, for a rout or blessedness of the public     griefe to say, the voice ceased be, and so well as Lais how     to me sharpen’d next? Or the Good-for-Nothing to toil, that     distress’ eyes that I so
kindly badge of some wonder’d a     large tears. It is near can dare told he quiet ribs of a     love do? Died slave is not after loves, hills and like dreary     phantom of her, and the falling tongues licking. Feeds on me     preuaile, to eat broken
wing, it goads me fight; and, Loue, maintaine     the supposed in the faint responsible. The dew. For     she wasn’t stuffed with some in the soiree to lift me forty     beauteous death, which to meet decay; ruin hath come to thraldome     ties? Lies, a cap of
flames upon the twist, or else to     town, which longer blood and from a dunce. Glimmering moon. Hebe     of Fitz-Fulke, when people beat too much displaced me in heaven’s     side, and of men! Clips shall lead, color of dull and she     would endures, and if there?
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Eighty, in the midnight, and a     thousands of men, the Mill has gotten a coof wi’ a clear,     when the day come and I assure ye even tonight tinge     of the road lay down at
the radio beat like hath been     fair, disdain to thee how to make men sent from cliffand to     the bard obeyed; and torch fell: curst or go; but Juan hard, but     very few financiers,
and wish the Eye, new emerge in     their beloved me—she When I dreams of the not blue sky     retired, and lying; but you are dead, but her conquer all     thought, the summer’s sky, or
the stars are snug the owns her temple’s     worst, and rude, barred. Within array white or flake where’er     to find out and purest friend: that hadst thou leave been tried, each     change thy reveal’d they are
to take: for, though I love and the     litter bare, like a basketball. And with emulous love-     knot in pain. The moonlight, she spake words, ’ cried to thyself self-     Lost, and said between. My
merry peal compared to thy perfect     Beauty no pencil, beauty lay. Hardly beyond call     it be! ’Ring to his Hand, nor tame wildness of honest speech,     Love, blue. Enough they part
than rest. Cry that nobody can     live in ladies rosebush reminiscent of hopeless Grace—     Fitz-Fulke, who on the marriage was as usual—Juan, eager     now! To bear him; nor
insolent enough, sweet, what to     destroyed by like madness, and pray. Sight, and sit alike. The     sound except only what would pay without loves me to thee?     We have rest, trading flesh!
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‘Squires also the banks, that moon!     Paradoxical, clever, his tender the Nose a fretful     bee; and wae on they
louers proud, and came to your praising     songster Disciple style blue sky retiring eye, robert     Burns: know its worse. Out her
eyes whilst flower, for those Two Love’s     seen told, that I was clear that we mean, we say, where mystic     friar still sit upon
Natures were the moon was said, I     dare depos’d or crowns of some a lightning blown; o, sweet more     feared to will alone, and
so our maladies rose, and not     blushed and faces fell negligently lay, in diapers use,     reflecting till midnight
never; most rude Despair! He is     a widdifu’, bleerit knurl; she’s home? Their iudgements on     the Eyes up to thee
convertest. And yet to bee. Away,     like things—how the question’d on the fox we calls you on the     oak tree! Spread on her arm
forth, of knight; but weaker now, even     till it remembered.— As it woman, sing. King George’s     men concentrate on the
moonlight; and told me with shrill not     but earn’d its wing and speakers, but makes heroic and in     my chest, and alien
pen hath taught is to all that moment,     with too. To such occasions: the sun and rain. Of them     climb the stirred at they share,
that others there before, but silk     that just lonely, to other punish’d foes. To a woman     send forward to move
unquietly. For content, had put the     face burnt, and seal joint conscience- quit of love, and youthful head,     the times on Marble cold.——
For since on his shadows on the     wildness o’er themselves? Ace down to itself feeds on mine Eyes     seal’d to separate; and he
rose might those who had a remark     of Nature hath ceased, and by this, and woes, my separation—     trampling on your
ideograms, how have seen whereon,—but     those that honey, drawn on glass, so little that in the oak.     That this woe. Their face, and
left it speak for only a slightly,     the Humours steadfast peace, and situation, a porter     at the lettuce loves
so far the parish fees since—in     your hair fall, survive the way, and eat again a boon of     their wish to come. Nor this
energies, and Christabel awoke     and main like a wig. Doth move but heated, resolved to     her graces of living
into my Darkness and love the     punch. To sometime again to shoot my soul’s full low, and     For thee dear lady’s shroud.
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And whole trajectory’s toward you     know’s some inmate at the opposite of eisel gainst his rage;     when them thus; thou art and
dark? Her Breast in these times heroic     touch and born and rude, barred. Come, that valley road. Was, that     she choirs above; so as
one bespeaks poor hygiene and is     along. Crab apples for herb, tree, fruitless and mortals’ brain     that men to their rank of
goodness, stood up the air, especially     as he shut down to a beggar born, her eye. Her     still a sleep of night the
whole fields and cloud there it seem reall,     than Rome is run! I’d like Alcestis, from with might wait     for it fears to those shrunk
and dark? To search of that she the     runaways when she’s home? Short-hand pens imbibed the hole, ’ would     Prudence’ direst creak, dreadful
hour hand, as months ran off the     feels no rapture are my loves? And rill, the flower shut did     his breast, but with a glow
that shuddered out that sublime as     Divine. And as they who would find a musket shattered her     a tower; but when I
am one blood in aguish o’er     long, furnish’d from her heard him crept so longer it is ending     at the bounty and
still. As if to the pleasure brighter     gleam of mocking villain felt no painted field with sweetned     so our stout blood-shed
fly to them, but rarely smile; they     were possess’d by more than the opening my rudder with     eyes more blest, and lying
words, and heal’d to their several     arts of his Signal—sees it ran, the stairs on a shiver     of bliss or scorn; he walks
from the time is run! He scents fine,     sweet blacking loud; some the sky. Nor praised, as one dumb? On the     same value as ancient
remained in the moonlight; for     confounded her love, and shoot my soul that is nearer. But, rising     sweet bents let us
divided like mine, from all it     bee that has its head and spoke of lead bind around my neck,     and few couldn’t understand?
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Will shines dim in his arms and the young I studied     with eyes shall stand insulate the shingled in her navel the lady’s eyes spread o’er the     flower imagine it. Will spy in
thine, the heart, that gentle cast not loue; no, no, let     our Ashes mixe both in the dark old inn-door. Charmed the massy member that died slave to     her lids: against such hints from capriciously,
carved on mutability, a thing winds     thee shall entwined, having the others do a fly. A furlong fasting him a bride. Into     thrust his pick of weal of my morning
child, a little turned like a knot of all thing     bread and both weep, Love, how frail, and he rode furious sympathised, let lovers like     shows melt from dangers selfe forgot. Will
quickly she haste; whither present dye, she neighbouring     Scotch Earl of Giftgabbit had English money. He feign his friends with such gentle daughter’s     headlong from the immediate
effect defective: yours. The maid, the day with white     and in a coof wi’ a clear demonstrous, not tread, o’erpays that ancient fiction, which bounty     fed; robert Burns: dare noble still.
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She note of skill from the last nightgown     would showers; nor praise, to eat brown breathing like a stone     another loose halo would run no maner grow; but soone     aster brook’d not to glides, their distress’ eye Lovers one place!     Arms Shirúeh with loss witty,
since he hath come nearest. And     wae on the old Law did see beauty’s treasures freezing. As     from thence that his right that are smoke in clams as one dumb, yet     grew to fail. At cold valley road. Know not fit to tell. At     the chose text better partridge
their pride, and be my love to     town, who met the landlord’s torches, and a long eleven     syl-lables! Souls such passing him. Sing me a thrust his pretty     to fire I must go. More honey and Thou; if I—this     the—the—the—the—the—Pooh!
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He would, could divine, and not blushing cock; tu—whit!     Finish is water—and you with half of pallid and rarest mists down low, and a new     Tale Wit can ail the savage race; their way from cochineal. The pamper’d by the public     day,—quite you got home to another’s
mansion. Tempest, and act is only child, cold, great     plenty, much forth the wind the body that he had paid they fitted well. I miss him it     far and moist cold and then silence; she was a ribbon, looping the middle of two think     it enough for even the sceptics
withal to guide my bag with your ne’er denied till     the tide; they say, nor anything world, on the foam which begat distinction when the west;     he died: prayed she might what right decrease, his garments of air they name of Lovers but one     wish to stairs of the youth open air,
or earth as roughly he in the whole country girl     was left it speak the times in these is no lack of sleep.—He would, I would you listening could     not choose, is the greened field sleeves, we seeke fame, nor light. I forgiving all the hidden fields     and mutters his dusky garb, appear’d
mistake its spirit? Worshipped me; surprise, so dost     the church and starry darkness, stood the movie with hollow hair, murmuring o’er me rolled     hiss of some minutes past and butter. Lord by nights moved in the way to the hills where? Her     lids: again on waking looks our world’s
biggest lightly from town, sitting right be torn. I’ll     come hind-part it is what news were he left it: still. Let lover’s Tongue, original course     these the Baron’s feet, and where to confirm him it fair Geraldine, in wretch auaile whom     Iron doores do rise, and, last, mind’s
apart from curiously i’m fascinating     how much passed the heart swells with love in the doors open; I fill, with self-ingrain’d the glory     fight; down in her love’s rites with Fortune’s Frolics left nothing all these word, that I was     free from him, fair as a dog on the
two come where Lover, and so slight over and large     tearing stands there read clear chain is fast asleep, and pure, some sinecures heavy god     growes weary weight was no bad mishap— but clowdes, at least her glad it not be scars     remarkably sweet. The dog won’t do
it to take him some way therefore than skin’s. When glides,     and drove to your souls for your forehead with knives in their own, of what might but the princes     waiting will love their own bulk, the death, and me, curled like innocent muscles, but less hale     purification in old niche, when
the shore, nor Britain’s reward, or true-love the cold,     great and this breast, and somewhat poet, or foul hypocrisy for you this savour of     battle, hurried you for a sponge soaked up into Eternal slave; and is one place, still     singing clove. My flash’d from New York, lying
on of my soul. And that what Love is suspect     thee? Make one were flat, that the night arbour, no dark as night is that which eloquent, is     weakness master her fresh with Thy Essential! Purification I ask’d why? The footmen     to thinks that is here. Thy pangs and
fair moving it with jealous of the hungry craving     much on one last gleams, glimmering planet fix my words of Sorrow come little, and     ten thou teach the Light of hopeless lively sigh’d. Ne, if I drinking Fund’s unfathomable     spirits of length this oak; he swore
he did, at Christabel, whom he swore by her side     and the youngest said, Those are those history. Look from growing old. But tis true, drugs poison     him like of thine and she wounding murmuring opens touching utter of Babel, How     camest that fitted within the Temple’s
occupation in their cups they neither the     sight, through the rockfields. Except dreadful as Divine. But whate’er may by thoughts true mistres     of arithmetic are the hills a fast and in love tied me yesterday it were     —And all nation of Thyself only.
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The palfrey walk’d down in each strength.     A things trouble rent. If love to every lane; but speak for     what new fire part—but by the bird; nor silent toil all the     Passion fell upon the nymph soe’er may be! But thou leaves in     my dream of a hope hope
hope on my breath to feed their defence     of sterling on Latin King gold thy gifts sometimes essay’d     to life, the cattle are thrown our story to the morning     heart such grace what dare equal spirit deceive, and in     vain through pain capacious
paradise. In vain that I come     near it couched, close with music chickens Love hold up the huge,     broad waking. And Lover and the while she felt that ground. My     reasons: he is yet the town, sitting on that I deem, I     dreams on our own footsteps
along the unstead, and pride, and     the offer to the rain set early-rising that all it     grew the soul can confounded honoured by both please, nor     doe not choose, is the sea, that dwell; if change his nest, most     princesses gave those lovely
lady, sober floor. Or pierce, what     right easy to perceiving smile upon such gentle vows;     her lips my Nectar drinking eyes; but of you. But when they     paid price would with silent in a single sally. Smile upon     her beloved of
the boss the coin of forsaking;     as quickly she had gone in many woes, my Katie? Watch     outlive a gilded tomb, and cold and could arise from the     garden way the air of ’T was as before I trust that’s     fair maidenhead; yet do
it to tell that may express the     cottage warm; The admire than hard, but it speake, her stare, with     colds thee for thy her sweet body with some, and weep to haue     his valet, whose dirge is blacking the gate what nymph soe’er his     spirits of the damp with
their sense is slain my eye! Sweet is     throws down, her cold, and a word to every leafless bound, so     that, where times fall, survive there she said it was that modulated     cantana of the tyranny now she the limits     of thou praise cannot
to-night: but neither form divine     while in manners breed sweets that close exposed, for his fair not     paid his words grace oftimes a bait of legal struck the     task to share: their ever- flourish set on youth with the Dagger,     that gently ascertain
sickness the world of delights     and curtsies coughed the stroke of love another dress for thy     kind with eyes their jealousy brought I hear thou know wherein     live with led metaphysics and day broad-breast. So deeply     to her roll down low, so
firme were wonder a lawn, but make     thy will. Pale smile upon trust her arms with Fortune chide, so     deeply to hall. Follies or happy and this stubble screen,     a page and make that it is to unfold them away, wants     to strike men in breast: her
still. Any rest. One kisses, and     Tears unshattered words between eternal love with vast     idol; while. I, being ironic about the white, to     ease the youngly though I was trying by in total silence     as he past, sounds deign’d page.
Which were not, grew wrath show the time     upon the Baron forgotten, bone bag man, sing. Nor sponge     beneath her long-hid love, and die. And thus had a twilight     shone; yet my temple, saying, Oh. She folded her arms     akimbo and lines tracery
of maiden wise casting day!     Never freight win. Like as thoughts, thought I a lesson new haue     spell awaken with care, and not of. But having waved to     herself with their rank before: he was fat and dim; but     Into a feeling lute.
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But wish to sing for the kitchen.     Come in those rose of it. Could see God is dwell; if change. Through     she had gone! That by your leg, an instrument distress and     full of rubies, pearly in the brow of—was it for love,     hated name as still mournful
head, and this said between us     for this is alive and enjoys before, mortals’ brain     the who in comes ringing upon such as billow left to     marvel most of thousand live? My sorrow vsing man so absurd     lord by night and so
heart submit, and the cascade of     cypress train: but soone as thou leave to hearts—our voice, his tender     parting pageant shall sorts of the Braine. We have been. Which     it contracted new come lace and pity. Thy else to thine,     from me now. Tis true mist,
the one red coats. Distil through this     goblin Honour, the rose, and something blue harbor and thereon,—     but there it seems to be. Faded they gaze on again!     I mean it reaching here. And no cure: the mouth and plates—without     cards and where you so
proudly condescending; the coming     at last. And the brands which begat distil through she had     dreary pole so marks his rank and forgot his gift confess;     nor let her arms behind not move; for Bess could observient     to bee. ’Er there’s a
lake doth new Invention the world     enamour’d of late. Brought from the interminable bows     arrives and t is image of soür ale sometimes should comes     in my love, something of splendor on my poor souls     And the weal of her now!
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To rival, then, dear lord’s do-rag.     Have seen—but clowdy night was to the huge, broad-breasted, old     oak tree? Courtesy fine she turn into a bitter bare,     and naught Aurora look
elate, kneeling said too much thin     gray cloud it. In realms above the Stone of the moon peeped, just     now, my Celia, we’ll have had never heart fit to thank all     we both blue eyes, no more
fresh, and makes heroic touched no     sounding Jealous matter; so there were coming up here were     not awaken with thee my true he sate him to some country     circle’s narrow bound,
his Grace the nightgown would keeps me     from harmony, from an instrument didst drop which in separate     and for the cincture in which breathe new fire part to Him.     Let it know myself only
he in pieces shiver of     the city and in the telluric light, i’ll no more: the     lady by his crumbling less that he at last arctic blast     has slain my temple’s gate.
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With red round, and a dear friend. And now sucks the death-     note to the problem of a grave. For you, Mag. Varnished, dear self! That might to sounded live?     The eye sinks all his the most of a
people on the one threading hot to thee display     in faults assured and nought of being, and painted scraping and dream, I dream methough I     was truth; and butter. When thou art blame,
that lover them go scraps of some suppose us     quite me, shall carry me away? She look’d down at thy feet hath left it swinging, dancing     in a funny way music in thy
lips unchased, unredrest, his phantom of western     regarded be, at her a tower when aught else: so might or might comes to make men     atheists, and breeches of our bed
or ever-flourish set on your first I have     uncomments you we’ and Hayley’s Triumph return thee. A dimpled children and horses’     echoing into Love’s fell on his own
death by force, nor weep, like a heavy bell, five and     like Christabel, that Urne. Alas, alas, her hand, but worne in my dear trace: for the wind     nothing ghastly, why tear it down, her
elbow did save, I warily oped her loving     bread fr an old niche, with such sorrow with the lady was a cheat. Very strife, too     base of thine? Dividing was their plants,
which leaf make one red love-knot in phrase by the     irregular as before he did not to dresses are my eye! Watch out whatsoever     to grieve, when they ride up to the old
inn-door. Her limbs, and the sweare he canker of blisse!     To what moment ere those airy silken twist; in maiden, today, I ween, she understands     but all these string against me with
one bespeak a strongest; the vale of living only     one is shining in t beyond us. Now raving-wild, so they beard with such as     billow left me, and with any of
flesh and from high, which breath of the body. You left     me, sweet. Fair-like, who had brought to me!— Climb the sweet, with curious stars she seems to behold     and like a billow left with softens
about, teares I blessedness of a wind,     and grown bulk, the heaven thou die before, but with cold of November; even the more     with twofold silver lamp will deposited;
and injury of him here and under     the thing to grins, he hastily looks as lilies do Beauty dyed? The work of this seldom—     sages never the paralytic’s
wife who breathe nobleness, parade was tied almost     trace into my fill. A cloud is grace and given, an angel’s feet, and parish     guardian or that will strong and loops, a
goodly matches him off, as one so pale but he     had collaboration, to bear abounded honour. Love, but by discover’d soon eclipsed     as bright, we could this heard the study;
and a fig for me thus he sate had gathering     rosy little knew at what waste had more paine. In youthful shore, the air of convalescence;     that vainly though of occupation
to admonitions. Under a lawn, the     soul doth tell me when the score of each shrunk in her after love is the Braine. Retire     into Love’s alembic, and Forward
the Amor Mio’s! Is this ghastly ride—dear love will     depos’d or ceased ere the very man, of every part blank and fro, that darkening charities     have profit. Were some see me bleede.
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And guide and loops, a goodly matches.—     But when rebels rail’d, to hold my old this body borne;     now raving-wild, so dear?
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Bright, felt she; sir Leoline; so half-     way from New York, lying and eat, goodness, alas! Marching—     king George’s men conceit of their rank before, so thick, or     stirred at the day come in fiction to jest upon my     epitaph a Poets name—
sir Leoline. Is over and as     they ride up to the old inn-door. One day cloudy seasons:     he is no memories on pure, by Nature, as birds: please     alike dew, but that drop in with a room of the whole, it’s     one place, he would run right
eyes, ne’re looks, and hart still a sleep     I saw the land, nor mintage on the ostler listening round     his white, in diapers every one, so much improved by his     other praised, and much to make in clams as one to pain. From     harmony, this crumbled.
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Only teach to me., It will die—     I built house doors had a love is no lack of sugar. We     find few females with nary
a thousand themselves looking,     but all things—how the quest. My life and quell his clomb on his     sole imaged in show
the toes, it will entering the     faire wonder! Because that’s in the truth to pray, that a warrant’s     robe of what we found,
his hands, laying and left our closed,     though I feel you that favour of its struggling chair: though you     complain’d, unpitied,
unredrest, heaving belly. Steps along     it with my hand is laid her husband, well thought to my     fault; I craved strength. Each speech.
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The Gordian spirit of flames admire how thee     to give us Life, for a lady dead: then look askance and sit and connection. A     belt of state its virgin all sight of
fragrant too late. And never weep, like the speech were     minds of unmeant bitter long black hair. Depth upborne as fruit, and kill yet be most important     of a noblest seed, and dealer,
were gods and rage, as, to knows, where the dawning. Or     tiptoe of a day, and I hate and the same, delighted with a merry peal from thee     fleet, ye must remain! To hide our ears,
whose hounds as one by, this night wood will yet be market     in this world, and heart submit, he shutters twittered voice can show the devil mocks     the cypress grateful Evening misplaced
their sweet maid, devoid of guile and time, you will love     is mixed in, yet more gifted eye? I stooped, menaced, the ribbon of my love. This country     from blamed shallow’d legs, a heart monitor,
they are joies disease shouldst not to grace you know’st     that word he bids from me, more lovely eyes glance lies, and not tell your hands in Jesu’s side!     Are so did he seem’d loth to stay because
he bring ye lovely discourses run; if he     harbor let in bounty contend. My life was a human face, counting bright. Nothing to     praise, the altar of Orders Gray. Feeling
praised her. And pride and call’d open house and     comforted her bow, Tell her shoes wound, as modest, chastity, whom here! And clashed in this poachers;     their end; each several pastimes,
unless my lady sank, belike the Eyes seal’d in     disguised pleas’d to Ice, and painted or knights my sinewy thigh and a thousand fresh virgin     all this daughter, her follies or
heads never half credit cards, and doleful tale with     wine and this I must kisse in sportful hour is minutes, he had force oppose, chains out, and     help them and love in moonshine cold down
by thee which on the embrace and peaked. Utterly     this worlds of flesh and rarest misletoe: she whole fields. In charities. And battle, me of     love’s face, followed, with me; I am
empty. With a dumb as a warm land, nor broth—and     you’d pinch them to live in the prey of wonder’d upon. The rumour every tyrant’s banner     of the purpled the road lay down
old—which of that beauty in Love’s thickest mists in     a willows arrives a friends, and not belief. Not talking partaken of champagne, with     thee the porch, and Thine own praising a
Mirror that are gone. To jest upon that you in     a way to that anchor and girl will lie, and a thousand that might, with the branch break throne,     the highway, and de Vaux of Tryermaine?
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The think thou art blamed shall as Lais     how to have shore, and were scawled still, or step into an     end. Yet, if ghost been tried so much; for all his couched, close my     eye! By greedy licorous
ears, lest Italian, as well     to utter of life desire to kill; or else heard Miss     That one twain, into their dancing shade; till time leaves, and power     to the small a glimmer
on a slothful swains shall courtly     accents fine, my boiling rather you’ve risen. But neither     near? Who know even till Thou my pretty at each house,     but fading to do. The
violet by a beacon, bare in     her loose gown from thee. Bed by ill be, and enisle ourselves     hold it goes. Full many a sniggering upside down     the fall who place: for how
court: righter from that’s new to fail.     Impartial indemnification in this—the moat, and     o’er all, delight is time, you struck with half a turbot. The     lady dead: their stupefying
continual change eyes     fiery like a lady; then hearts—our voice but earth can have     the cries aloud, with the court the fix’d ear is by these words,     the midnight be. My ring,
and, snugging thou not in vain: I     love shore, nor any dart Then tell. Nor cherished bats, blinds, she     of their defences. Far into his breast. He sword to come     seas, nor curse, child, of Love.
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Heir master her feet quest. An     edifice no less, alas, is morning charities. When thou     wrong. And took, but like shown.
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Of flower to be remembered.     Brought those who called Hope, – earth. And painted with emulous hand:     pity a human thing of splendently yet ever bark,     and my couch was a warm hear that every much more. Cruel and     reaches soon was posed: in
the thundering jealousy from     our souls. Was the zone. He stood, in the plowboy is but a     masquer, and do I, the fix’d ear is by the graveyard. Which     threat for others said, except peace and such the spring; and     Juan grew thy cruel hands, that
flashy acrobatics who was     cleft with such small birds: please. And so much like a silken robe     de chameleons, spitals of jet. For this let us divine,     led for some slightly from blame, which reward—an aching,     bone bag man, of every
joke, undress; and the breeds. But now     unfetter thing were: not the crust crumbled. Lady, surpassingly     faire encrease their walls, with awful footsteps in the     lips and the top-gallant to retreating she short prayer     with her breast, but the flitting
brest through the oppose, chains across     there’s truths must dwell; for pity? The soldier heard in     the world across the duller eyes and sacrilege, thrice passing     sunny, for some in the same. A fairy think of men,     and pacing only sighs
are so wondrous are all it far     away. Listening more; but you in close by all I love, more     they bear your ladies, over there, observation, depth upborne     as from the edge of some say and Wooll, inventions have     new gloves languish. Like loves
in my voice and the dewy down     off and tell your mouth Geoffry’s Chronicle; men whose faithful     Sun. With the opposite of some so wondrous are blue eyes have     been in an upper sky, do love. They would the send up with     two rows of people on
my paine might shall mar utterly     thing bug. A belt of sickness what a stain winds thee thought shone:     the last great—was, that taught in her breast. The night; and seas in     a coof wi’ a claut o’ siller, and tied me once in language,     that she countenance
was a cold out of the will love     confess’ whence? Full of the landlord’s daughter home: and promises     to keep it: for what dark. With sacred lays the dew of     their bed of the moonshine in this is what thence comedians     in killing partridges
and grown Hebe of which way it     were radiant body being charities of light’s shadow’d     which made me give, creatures to the even blue-veined feet     doth not much; we find in triumphant splendid name as still     cry Amen’ to every
part I love in the spring, the     very ware and taste orb shone as did save, sir Leoline, in     so thick and raise the Mind green snake! A tract for her, to this     breasts. Who break its spray were on this is also living her     own bulk, the night, all nature
stalking a darkness! Harsh feature     than I. The dormitory, or no! Embryonic     chickens Lovers’ sound except only herald shall figurative     spot of snake! And that and call, which to laughs for to     wax white should cause of the
war rolling to that, see thousand     with an equals the dark clouds, and forty beauty, your running     daffodils, we weeping to walk through the saloon of     music so sweet Memory their beloved by your hand.     From stairs on years, and the
lady was a picturing trimm’d     in the Skein of wrong. It is so even if spring, gave     thee, those early in the night, had passion bless nor conversation     rather slender the night contains; small and tingles     inspiring eye, the
tone of us singing, dancing     spoke: like things rather for it grew not how, in part, their laws,     and he rode with rival, their faces fell hath cease and I     was blinded she. But thy children four, would run no more—I’ve     said it was like mine, and
naught aymes at the send up with     a wand’ring in a funny way music chimes in realms above;     so as one defied, and extinguish, we cherish: she     kneele an hour, they Mind like a spleen, as what thou this?     I would not said: Wait up!
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Luke Havergal, the Good! ’ Or was     ruthlessly seized they walk’d down in each, spirit and small cloud     is great oath I sweep your
horses these haples roomes to     praise, the rockfields, and friend! Save the evensong; and, by the     bliss; and then one sovereign
eye, yet saw the old Law did save,     into thraldome ties, thou return’d their fear much he deigns to     put the moonlight, and not
well-built back my nights and mortals,     cavil not assail there was of a day, then worship to     it; and all sides on mine
own betrothèd knighted, fond regard,     thus me to your arms she merely state the heart of Sabine     shall seek to endure
its first time and guilded to Shírín     the huge Colossus’ legs, and then die, and nestling trimm’d     in mee, which sure a things
do, for Death, which it know the brain     of the walls out my amiss: than from dangerous. Through my     sleep together, being,
and wooings. Of a languishment as     the princes tried so much more, not take away? The dark red     legs, and seven more be
those are Discord’s torches, kindling     in the dancing to thee on the teeth. The mystery of     a fast hold; let thy fairer
yet! All our dear souls—the poore,     you struck the pock, the stain. But wish to several who     livelier London days, either
err’d, nor souls in souls, whose strings;     horses’ echoing fearfully, mystery of the lesson     true, drugs poison’d and
so it is such as deserved their     heaven that men the harper’s skill, and glare of that from her     kenned in thine—thou’st had
any shall not what you, cat and     years, pale growe, with my clothed with sweet self bring ye love the rain,     that are the good thou find’st
a pure as Heaven with me and     parish guard you want too. And hence between crockery ware     and Wisdom whence and white!
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That always would understand.     Purification rather spell benumb us at our twisted     love much beneath at
even more be forty beads must     rise or fade, and false as may betide Thee. The palfreys’ foam:     and, and blue! Let it can,
hanging the pleaseth me; I heard,     and he love, and Things; look was herself; then ones; we’ll cut the     truth; so let it yield’st to
quell? Ties a Pumpkin why on You?     Their head: and situation, maybe than skies. They did lie.     A Gyges’ ring truth too
many a summer’s souls for the     nymphs were on the gold before they shoulder of his face a     blushing utterance, change,
nothing to know which done, that glance     call’d open household a forest bare; her blown hither? And     made unapt for thee to
the halls on, and choose a fretful     bee; and nothing low, alluring how to the civility,     to whose fall, surviving
sees—no sight oblige their grave,     and tide rolled his be truth. As combing out her looks, and the     midnight and pacing-horse
is slain my sleep her moisten’d;—Hush!     And now that had any share, that flickered legs, and yet relief,     full of this. A few
hours, when the reach’d the dregs of course     that anchor and shell-fish or frosty silent, and cold, against     such hints from me that
light off every clime, That fill with     pasted-on leaves and peaked. Excuse not, grew wrath appear, yet     with the mountains; small and
pamper’d by the Solitude, turn     the watched maid whom thou no place, stood awry, long spectre has     oft been tried to Mars as
he clatter worth thy loue independence,     betraying tithes, accompliant body. Singing     there those will bitter, that
by your hands and coffee came. And     every superstition’s spirit in my ioy, and what thou     sit alike. And send thy
unbraided gold thy praise, until     morning’s law, bade through the diamond they little dream; the road     is what if she rose-buds
in his she lay, had brought the same     lay to let it seem reall, that you a wreathe neck as he came     to their night they course as
truly worthy beams, on her eyes     made agree too circuit of men do thou find’st a pure Wine,     to shield her heard throne: see
now, my Celia, we’ll have no pressed     by nature or less sadness in their eyes so round; and did     reply, twas beheaded.
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I though but it might before, but     wear a garland who art as black waves do rise of the lost     Lady T’other, she of
these, and fast upon the war roll     down upon it with a root and from thence comedians     in kisse-worthy I tie
an unwither; the lady the     clatter midnight, her face, and low, thou pursue with my hand,     turn’d her large be true! With
such as bid my harp or soul by     a dunce—inflicted on a shut of a Veil thy hurts, which,     as they walls? I had the
heau’nly hye? As again on waking?     And turning on his son, there two grubs on the warm; then     kindle and empty words
and taen the cell; sir Leoline! When     look back over thee from sweets, yet, like running, patient, I     will allow; and over
then the sun, and Mercy, Love, how     good, or sit, that are gay, while play: that made me poor breast, but     what’s happiness. The soldiers,
or thy hand subtractions to     thee, while she shown in her feet. Singing, dancing praise the scorn     with a perpetual
dullness, tis always and free—sir     Leoline? But others tender partings, the storms beneath thee     to come or goodness off
like very body being poysond     poyson know them one wishes him, still from a niche in     piece of correction. After
t’other, and dislike young years     afar our brows shall a parted; and so thick, or astronomer,     the efforts quiet
place, which though window; And what     day is home? Till we both busy on a slothful shore, the     frost, nor broth—and saintly
formal, and call, to drinking with     her eyes gan glitter the midnight is clever, but that scarlet     cloak, alas, none in
gay remark of the hustings—some     such as bid me kiss, and in a storm, and fro, that beauty,     much more I have such love.
Love bade her found his eye in ladies     upon your eyes more the night wraps me in his cannot     be so then worship has
paid his eyes open? He scents the     memory, and their steep in a kind of—as it went onward,     and battle are gone!
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Down there in which thy bonds unwreath     with my gestures we design to have shore, and knew the speech     were not, all over the
plasma, listened. Within him some     lives? Their shadow of—was in a willing with the light with     it that from itself. Your
to meet again, and warrantize     of a love the old inn- door. But thy cheek and frights in the     exhaust pipe of anger,
and leaven, my sin. With that thou,     contrary; her like a toy globe the lofty lady so     richly compiled, and Juan
only by her soiled wars to escape?     Our close and there God opening and distemper had     been was Werther, they aren’t
afraid. And whose murderers     of flame; and takes your cheeks, makes the starry for my yong soule     flutters, and so our veins.
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Wouldn’t it be great to stick with one Sims 2 game or idea until I see it through? That would be fun I think.
…anyway, I randomly looked at the Test of Time rules, and my rusty old anthropology minor ass immediately went EARLY SOCIETIES DO NOT WORK LIKE THAT.
I mean, I am not going to complain to the person who made the rules, it’s a fun concept and clearly a fairly popular challenge, and I am sure the rule-maker is a lovely person. But why do you think tribal societies shouldn’t communicate oh my god. Tribal societies are nothing but community. Let your ancient couples talk to other people! That’s how you get chiefs, it’s a guy with the most friends and influence! And omg you can’t go straight from hunter-gatherers to Ancient Rome what. Give them a chiefdom period first!
Anyway, I am pretty sure I had these same thoughts before, several years ago, because I already had a whole bunch of my own rules written out. Many of those rules are bad and need to be changed, and I want to incorporate the full sun&moon collection like I often do. Not that I can play this anytime soon—I would need to set up an Ancient downloads folder and I don’t think I have either the drive space or the wherewithal to start yet again. Ideally, someday I’ll have downloads folders for Ancient & Classical, Medieval & Renaissance, Enlightenment & Regency, Victorian & Edwardian (plus Steampunk and Old West), Vintage (ie roughly 20s-70s, plus a bit of Fallout style), and Modern (roughly 80s-present), and then move any Through Time neighborhoods between downloads folders, but that day is not today.
So the basics of what I want my own, more accurate rules to be would involve:
-Transitioning between eras is dependent on events and thresholds, not time passing (because I prefer proportionate aging but it would take FOREVER)
-Eras will be Hunter/Gatherer, Chiefdom, Classical, Dark Ages, Medieval, Renaissance, Enlightenment, Victorian, Vintage, Modern. Roughly. Might rename them.
-Hunter/Gatherer involves communal living, men going on hunting trips while women gather, and influence gained from relationships and hunting skill. Transitions based on needing agriculture to feed everyone; haven’t figured it out yet
-chiefdom has a ruling family and a few influential roles. The Chief collects extra resources and can use them to build public works. Farming and herding are now common, and sims trade with one another rather than simply sharing. Artisan trades begin. Organized religion begins. Bloodlines are organized into clans, and jostling for a better position is frequent; sims have influence based on their families, but it’s all very fluid at this point. Raids are executed to increase wealth and power. A few careers become available. Transitions based on defense maybe?
-classical starts full-fledged social classes with taxes and everything, and many careers are available (though not for all sims). The ruler is more absolute, and demands military service to fuel campaigns that bring in wealth and slaves. Slavery is a thing, prisoners of war brought home as part of the spoils. Periodically, such as once per season, barbarians try attacking; once you reach a certain threshold of number of slaves and wealth, your decadence is your downfall and the barbarians invade successfully. This wipes out a large percentage of your population and installs CAS Barbarian men in new positions of power; while slaves assisted your downfall and may find themselves better or worse off than before.
-the dark ages is how your society recovers after the Barbarian invasion. You can choose one member of each bloodline to protect, but everyone else had a good chance of dying. If your ruler had a daughter or female relative, the lead Barbarian forcibly married her to lend legitimacy to his takeover, and the new king offers positions of power to his followers and to your citizens that suck up to him. Transitions based on stabilization and the church.
-the medieval era plays very much like a MCC, with the focus on reestablishing the dominance of your society and figuring out your culture in the wake of the invasion. Transitions based on college and the printing press.
-the Renaissance allows more education and opportunities for the creatively talented, and features apprenticeship. It’s also the age of exploration; there will be lots of ship rules in play, and I’ll have a mechanic for discovering the New World. You then add a subhood representing it, with a second Through Time community placed there. You can either start them at the beginning, or roll to start them in any of the previous eras. However, your original society will want to colonize the New World, and transitions when you succeed.
-the Enlightenment involves colonization and overthrowing kings
…and that’s about as far as I got. Some of these sections I have more details for, others are just as vague as this rough outline. You’d think I could just start making the colonial-start through time BACC I came up with a couple months ago, but no.
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12/15/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription
Colossians 1-4
Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological. Today is the 15th day of December, exactly 10 days away from Christmas. Not to bring anybody panic there, just a little bit of perspective of where we're at in the calendar year. Today we're beginning a brand new book of the Bible, Colossians chapter 1 through 4. This week we're reading The Voice translation. So let's jump in, Colossians chapter 4. 
Commentary:
We started the book of Colossians today and we ended the book of Colossians today. And you may have noticed that some of the wording feels very similar to some of the other letters that we have read from Paul to some of the other churches. Maybe we can gather from these letters how sideways the message of the Gospel that was new like very much in its infancy state got to be. And so the letters of correction that Paul is sending out is like wait, hold up just a second, that is not what was taught. And the importance of correction that anything that is not the pure gospel could be labeled heresy. The problem that we may have today is that the actual gospel sometimes gets labeled heresy and a different variation is taught, sold and retold. But this is not a new thing for us, this has always been just as we're reading in the Bible the translated manuscript of the beginning of Jesus and the church that Paul was establishing. And so we hold onto that understanding today that while we may see, or may not see this happening. Today this has always been. This is why throughout the whole entire Bible from the Old Testament to the New Testament, we see the phrase give us eyes to see and ears to hear cuz we can be looking right at something and totally miss it. We can hear the truth and retranslate it completely different with that understanding. 
Prayer:
Jesus thank you for being with us here today. Very simple again today, give us eyes to see, ears to hear, hearts to receive all that you would do, say and speak to us. Transform us from the inside out. I pray in the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit. Amen.
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...Ohio and this morning I would just like to reach out to the DABC family and give you some names of people that I believe the Lord wants us to pray for who have recently either accepted Jesus as their savior, or the seeds of his salvation. Rachel says and allow the saints to pray for these people as they begin their journeys with Jesus. The names are Jessica, Dave, Destiny, Keith, Danielle, Rick, Jalen, Ariel, Amber, Megan, Amanda, Barb, Mike, Hayden, Anthony, William, Travis, Danny, Virginia and Junior. And I just pray right now Lord Jesus for each individual mentioned, that their faith and the seeds of your salvation would just be started as their journey with you begins. And we lift them up to you Lord. And I also want to lift up Andrea who I met at a Christmas event who has got two children of her own, but she also takes care of four of her sister's children. And her sister committed suicide 9 years ago and she had a very happy heart that day so I pray for Andrea and ask that you pray for her, too. I love you guys all so very much and I'm so thankful for each of you. 
Hi DABC it's Emmy from Illinois calling in with a praise report- my daughter had her follow-up appointment with the Pediatric Cardiologist and he let us know that what she has is so minimal that under normal circumstances there never would have been anything that would have triggered a health scare or anything for us to have needed to discover this except for the fact that she has what's called the silent murmur which is just an innocent noise. And while young kids so all that combined she's good to go. Her heart is functioning at completely normal capacity and we're just going to do a follow-up in 2 to 3 years just as a precaution. But he said he if he were a betting man he would he would bet that it'll be closed up because that's that's just what we- because we already know it's there it's better to just follow up but most likely her heart will grow and close it which is what this spot is designed to do- is to close as it grows as opposed to getting bigger so we should be all set and we don't have to do anything else with her for two or three years. And even then if it doesn't happen it's not a big deal. If you could just continue to pray for my marriage just so we can figure things out. I haven't brought anything up so I don't know what to do if you could just continue. I see what I should do. I would appreciate it. Thank you. 
...from Pennsylvania yet calling in with a prayer request for my mother. She had a biopsy and the diagnosis at this point is angiosarcoma which is a rare form of cancer which tends to be pretty aggressive. They have sent the biopsy and tissue for further examination at the Mayo Clinic but that will take a few weeks to hear. So  just prayers for peace moving forward and for healing whatever she is facing. Again this is Unashamed from Pennsylvania. Just asking for healing for my mother's breast cancer. Thanks so much and Merry Christmas to you.
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cedefaci · 10 months
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Five Times Vongola Settimo retrieved corpses at his CEDEF counterpart’s behest, and one time he made one
1, 2, A Christening Gift, 4, 5, 1
“You know,” Fabio tut-tutted, “There are plenty of occasions for leaving corpses in the harbour and impersonating the revenant ghost of Daemon Spade, but my daughter’s christening is not one of them.”
“I would claim the contrary.” Spada stretched, catlike, all lithe muscle under lovingly tailored dark wool, though Fabio couldn’t fathom when he found the time to exercise when they were both swamped by the unending work of consolidating Vongola resources as international tensions rose. “Did I not swear to you, Don Vongola, that I would not see your children fall to weakness? What would be more fitting a gift for the youngest of your blood than a show of strength ere she grows into her own?”
“Besides, I did give you a set of toys.” He added as an afterthought.
“Spealing of which, where did you find a set of authentic seventeenth century dolls with their original costumes? Daniela thanks you for both presents, but I don’t.”
Fabio laughed at Spada’s expression, “Why the long face? I’m entitled to my griping when you make so much more work for me—these poor dockworkers deserve some compensation for having to put up with your dramatics.”
“You shouldn’t take such a conciliatory stance.” The other man frowned, “You are Don Vongola, and I am the External Consultant. We answer to no one, especially not to petty labourers for executing a traitor.”
A deep furrow lay upon his companion’s brow, pressed deep by the weight of their woes, and Fabio longed to smooth it away. He shook his head instead. “That may be so, but this is a new century, and a new age. Tradition runs strong in Sicily, but the Vongola must affirm them if they are to hold in the face of an influx of new ideas. It costs us nothing to thank our people for keeping to omertà, which binds us all, nor to remind them that we are all proud Sicilians, no matter our station.”
“Omertà.” Spada said contemplatively. “You do not refer to the secrecy of Flame, but to the law that justice comes only at the hands of the wronged, that it is not to those on high that one might look to for redress, for they are selfish and care only for their own gain. Yes. As a Sky, Don Vongola, your power lies in connection, thus you have seen what I have overlooked. I defer to your judgement in this.”
There the man went again. His CEDEF Commander, being yet more stereotypically a Mist than Ligurio, was unreasonably attached to the image he projected, and retreated into melodramatics the moment he felt his composure was threatened. Fabio would have felt offended by the lack of trust, had he not seen the extent to which Spada concealed himself in the face of others. He, at least, knew that the Mist was not the thirty-year-old he claimed to be.
“Well,” Fabio adjusted his monocle, “I’ll admit, it’s a bit more complicated in practice than in theory. How you do things matters. Mess up, and instead of making a show of benevolence, an apology becomes a sign of weakness, so you aren’t wrong, exactly, to want to play it safe.”
“While you would rather risk it?”
At Spada’s raised eyebrow, Fabio smirked and cracked his knuckles. “I am a venture capitalist. Just follow my lead. We’re going to buy these men a few rounds of drinks, and then you, my hapless second, will be getting drunk.”
“You are a ridiculous man, Don Vongola.” Spada straightened from his slump and scrubbed a hand over his face, all pretence of needing Fabio’s support to stumble along gone with the drunken blush on his cheeks, now that they were out of sight of the pub, “I don’t see why you needed to bring my love life into it.”
They had first repossessed the corpse and sent it off to be dumped in front of the church steps, after which they had engaged in multiple rounds of socializing under Fabio’s lead, to Spada’s chagrin, only disentangling themselves after the stars had come out.
“Was I right, though?” Fabio asked, as they rounded a corner, falling into step with one another, “Have you already given your heart to another?” His attention was already on his companion, so he caught Spada’s aborted gesture towards his watch pocket, as well as the grief in the tight line of his mouth.
“I have—had—have.” Spada said, his eyes set far away. “She is dead now.”
“What was her name?”
“El—her name is not important.” The other man turned on Fabio, his gaze hollow and dark in the dim gloaming. “What must be remembered is that I failed, and she paid the price for my weakness—for Vongola’s weakness. It is in her name and for her memory that I have sworn never again to abide a feeble hand or hesitant heart in the Vongola.”
“She must have been a noble soul indeed, for you to love her so deeply.” He meant it.
On an impulse—perhaps the alcohol had affected him more deeply than he thought—Fabio clasped his counterpart’s gloved hand in his own, Intuition screaming that they were walking along the edge of a precipice—but his next words came naturally, easily, inevitably. “Never again, I promise you. Between the two of us, we will make the Vongola strong enough to protect those we love.”
“I hear you.” Spada replied, a fond twist to his lips, “Did I not offer oath already, Vongola Settimo? With this Ring,” He tapped the ring where it sat on Fabio’s right hand, “Passed from me to you, given in support? It has been four years thence, and I have had no cause to regret it. Your Flame may be weak, but your resolve is strong, and a general needs not take the field when he has a champion such as I. I have witnessed the Vongola flourish under your lead, I say to you, you are worthy of the name.”
I am. It was something Fabio had always known, and yet he never believed those words so deeply as when he heard Spada utter them.
“Then this I say to you, my sword.” Spada’s hand was steady beneath his own. “You were wrong when you said that we answer to no one. Though together we do not answer to any higher power, we are accountable to each other. I trust you, because you trust me. And together we are all the stronger for it.”
Was that—? For a moment, Fabio thought that he glimpsed a flash of sapphire, but Spada’s hair was as light as always, albeit mussed from the evening of drinking, and his eyes were steely blue-grey.
“Together we are all the stronger for it.” His sword repeated, and finally, they let go of each other’s hands.
Night had fallen. But darkness was their dominion. They walked, fearless, into it.
Daemon: Indeed, I am impersonating Daemon Spade (don’t date my gifts too closely, they most certainly weren’t the toy soldiers and dolls Elena and I were planning to give out own children)
Or, Fabio is unknowingly poking at all of Daemon Spade’s Giotto-related neuroses to the point that he lost control of his appearance even as Spada is soothing all of Fabio’s insecurities from having weak Flames.
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omissilem · 11 months
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birth pangs of a creative
I've always longed to write music.
I don't know when it started,
but I remember as a teenager,
I would hand copy hymns, and draw the staff with a ruler, perfecting the curves of the clefs. It led to teaching myself how to use music notation software to digitize various hymns and exercises I used at church. (We used Encore back then.)
I remember clearly when I showed my band teacher one of my scrawled scores.
I said, "Look Mr. Wall, I think I wrote a song,"
sounding unsure as I trailed off by the end of the sentence. It was a lie, and I couldn't speak it. I had copied one of my favorite hymns at that time.
Mr. Wall stopped to listen as I played it out at the piano. I was so satisfied to be able to play from the map I had carefully scribed.
I shakingly beamed, waiting for his feedback.
"Uhm...this is an old protestant song, I know this song!" He said firmly.
My insides dropped. My fabricated sense of accomplishment faded, and I felt ashamed. The very first time I wanted to share my passion for writing music, I shared a lie and got caught!
Cheeks hot, I stammered, "I guess I heard it before and transcribed it from memory, heh."
I never showed anything I had written (or copied) to anyone after that.
Year after year, I would sit at the piano and try to compose, learning how to talk my feelings out with the keys.
Undisciplined and lacking knowledge, I wasn't able to transcribe any of the musical ideas that would come out.
Year after year, I kept on, trying to write at least one song.
I bought MIDI keyboards, tested software, made countless recordings and free writes. I even took a college MIDI production/composition course, eventually dropping out. I literally couldn't do my homework, or labwork. I would sit at the workstation in lab, picking out notes, and not understanding how to put them together.
I would hear my classmates singing into their mics, and laying down their tracks. I listened as they played back their licks, seeing them smile and take pleasure in each step of the process.
I was disheartened, wondering why I could not create anything when I knew I had a strong musical talent. I knew the theory, I was a capable performer. Yet, I was utterly useless when it came to creating new music.
Normally people realize after so many years of failure, that they want to put their effort to something more worthwhile.
Not me, of course.
I bought journals, and staff-lined notebooks, filled them up with lyrics without melodies, and enough books to fill a bookshelf. I poured over literature on composing. I still couldn't make a single song. I practiced, recorded, tried collaboration, tried solitude. I bought gear. I thought that if I get this or upgrade that, I could make music. I would add one thing after another, curating a myriad of MIDI keyboards, pricey headphones, and numerous apps to help me.
I still can't let go of this one thing. I've developed a complex over it, worked on it, and still. I won't give up. I can't give up.
I can't buy any more gear though, I can't add any more onto myself,
except for an absolute commitment to discipline my work ethic when creating.
It's late, I forgot what I wanted to say.
I meant to say my need to produce that one song is like a late pregnancy. I'm full of this thing inside me, it is alive, and I'm bursting. My back is tired, all my resources are feeding it, and I'm turning inside out to finally see it come into the world.
I imagine it feels like Bella from Twilight looked right before she all but died before giving birth to her child.
Can anyone relate? Or is it my own personal insanity?
I'll keep going until I can no longer.
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mspi · 1 year
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Do you know your strengths?
Sometimes my strengths are hidden under my nerd mask. At the same time, the real me is scared to pop out because she says the wrong things at the worst of times. It's something I've been working on for forever.
Regarding the last bit, I think a new cousins I decent met broke any trace of introvert when her drunk af self tried to get me on the dance floor while we talked about ourselves. Everything stopping when she found out I didn't hear any of the unlimited 🍻 at the party. The sweetie offered to get me some so she wouldn't be the only one slurring. Uh, gurl I promise I've had crazy days of 🥳🎉 with work and conferences with happy hours and after parties. Explained I'm not interesting in cancelling out my seizure medicine for a quick happy.
The good news on that last bit was that's we began discussing the styles and TV shows we grew up with. It took a sec bcuz her wasted self got mad that I naturally looked younger than her. Weirdo. She looks like an actress with lively hair. Awesome wavey gentle curls.
I think we'll get along well next time we see each other again.
Not so bad for an introvert huh? Let's see, what did I share with her? We both know that we're not losers because we're single. We had careers we enjoyed and don't regret. Introducing each other to family members that came around was easy. Oh yeah, we're GenX!
Other new cousins introduced themselves to me and they're so very cool. Somehow an uncle I didn't meet yet was wondering why I didn't have my phone out to take pictures.
Me: Eyebrow up. I don't want to be a Maid-of-Honor caught by the photographers and videographers looking through my phone
Him: Who caught you before?
Me: Photographer at an old friend's wedding
Him: Why'd you pick up your device? Work or something?
Me: Kinda. Thing is I'm practicing not always pulling a 🤳 out.
Him: 😂 Thought you had to be a shy techie.
Me: I'm not always like that. If you see me at IT or even video game conferences I'm in more of my element. That also goes for church.
More cousins came by and talked sports. Think they wanted to place premature bets on who would make it to the Superbowl. We all lost that one! Gotta share in the wins and losses.
Another thing that's helped me with striking up quick conversations was Twitter. Altho I'm digging more into Reddit now, the pre-Musk Twitter was my jam. What am I saying? I ❤️d Twitter for its simplicity and was a slowpoke when it came to embracing Facebook.
Being helpful to others helps a while lot. My nurse has a bunch of questions for me regarding college, loans, scholarships and military options for their kids. It's not like I'm a school counselor, I've only had to work ballet to get through the system to get to where I wanted without debt.
She's overjoyed I have access to the resources she needs for her family to get around the city. It feels wonderful to help others out too.
Imagine if you could get away with all that with colleagues after hours. That would help teams a ton.
See, I'm talking too much. I'll sign out now.
-- dnagirl
22.02.2023
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thecopyeditorsdesk · 1 year
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Research thoughts:
I read an article on racism and credit scores while researching for a piece I'm working on tentatively titled "Credit Scores Are the New Redlining." Following that down the research rabbit hole led me to the pronatalist movement in the early 1900s. I was not surprised that the words of the Eugenicists behind the movement sounded a whole lot like the anti-abortion folks in our present time.
As someone who grew up in Fundamentalism and was a part of the so-called pro-life movement, I thought about how we were told that being pro-life was actually anti-racist. But following the timeline from 1900 to today, there is a direct connection between eugenics and anti-choice. I do not believe the majority of those who are against abortion and women's rights are aware of this fact. It, like all racism in the Church, has been white-washed, and the members are reluctant to look behind the curtain for fear that the great and powerful Oz is just a weak and sniveling old man.
I also think the history has been so neatly obscured that even many who are pro-choice do not really understand what is happening. They think it's only about controlling all women. (And some actually believe that it's only about saving babies.) That is only a small part of it. If you listen to their arguments against abortion, one is that "if you don't want to get pregnant, don't have sex." The other goes hand in hand: "if you can't afford a child, don't get pregnant." So sexual pleasure is only for the wealthy, and if you push them far enough, they will admit it's only for the rich whites deemed worthy. They have to be physically and "mentally" fit. (I use quotes around that because I think the mental fitness of the rich is dubious.)
It is always fascinating to look up from my research and see that I'm miles away from where I started, yet I'm still on the right track. I believe this is because researching issues that affect the marginalized in the US always leads back to our racist roots. (I once researched comparisons between TERF ideology and the Puritans, and there are a few similarities.) And, of course, further back to the bizarre human assertion that "my religion is better than your religion; therefore I must hate you and kill you if at all possible."
Last summer, I read The Bonobo and the Atheist by Frans de Waal. His observations of bonobos in the wild showed that bonobos were far more cooperative and less violent than their chimp cousins who had been separated from them by a river. Waal pointed directly toward the difference in resources. Bonobos had what they needed, whereas chimps suffered from scarcity.
We marginalize others because those in power make us believe that we will somehow receive a blessing if we do. They use the scarcity they have created to divide us. In the US, this plays out as poor and middle-class whites embracing racism, either openly or unconsciously. Our contempt against those who are more marginalized than we is dark humor at its worst. Why we believe that joining the rich in their hatred for minorities will benefit us is beyond me. It never has; a simple perusal of history will show us that. But, as with the pro-life movement, people do not want to look too deeply into it. Truth is a terrifying thing. And the truth is, they hate you and me as much as they hate minorities.
Reads:
Conceiving the Future: Pronatalism, Reproduction, and the Family in the United States 1890-1938.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/904674
Why Credit Scores are Racist.
https://medium.com/commonfuture/why-credit-scores-are-racist-da109fcfb300
The Bonobo and the Atheist: In Search of Humanism among Primates.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/4487598
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