#meth cloud heaven

[abbatoirablaze]

This series is complete! ✔️

Heaven's Demons Master List

Andy Barber is not only the proud president of The Heaven’s Demons, but also the owner of Barbers, the only bar in town.  The former ex-marine wears many hats, one of which is also as a single father to a rambunctious little five-year-old girl, Amelia.   

Lee Bodecker is the quiet vice president and sheriff of the small town where The Heaven’s Demons are based out of, making sure that their less than legal activities stay off of the federal government’s radar. 

Ari Levinson is the secretary, and man with a plan.  Also ex-military, a former Mossadi agent, he always has plans A through Z sorted and filed away while maintaining innocent cover as ‘just an accountant’. 

Jefferson is the sergeant at arms, or better known as the enforcer.  He may not be the biggest guy, but there’s a reason that the mad hatter has a secondary nickname of The Butcher. 

And of course, who could forget the other members:

Thor Odinson, former airmen and the bar’s bouncer with a heart of gold.

Sam Wilson, the true north and logical man of the group, and bar manager of Barbers.

Lucas Lee, resident bad boy of the crew with a pair of twins.

Jake Jensen, ex special forces and one of the current bartenders at Barbers.

Charles Blackwood, former airman pilot and charmer of all women.

And of course, their prospect, Johnny Storm, the barback at Barbers. 

But this isn’t about any of the men in the Heaven’s Demons Motorcycle Club.  No, this is about their women and how they fell in love with them. 

Warnings: Will be posted at the beginning of every chapter. Will contain dark themes, murder, violence, gun running, alcohol, mentions smut, etc.

Part 1-Fonzi, Gearz, and Barber

Chapter 1-Fonzi And His Girls

Chapter 2-Fuckups and Flowers

Chapter 3-Ghosted

Chapter 4-Mischief In The Bar

Chapter 5-Good For You

Chapter 6-Teddy Bear

Chapter 7-Severing The Tie

Chapter 8-The Little Things

Chapter 9-Storm's Ex

Chapter 10-Endings & Beginnings

Part 2-Butcher, Elvis, and Sheriff

Chapter 11-Breath Of Fresh Air

Chapter 12-Caught In The Crossfire Part 1

Chapter 13-Caught In The Crossfire Part 2

Chapter 14-Just A Moment

Chapter 15-Fulfilling A Promise

Chapter 16-Secrets Hurt Hearts

Chapter 17-Man In Waiting

Chapter 18-Getting His Girl

Chapter 19-Clouded Judgements

Part 3-Blondie, Falcon, Levi, and Pretty Boy

Chapter 20-Endings Beginnings

Chapter 21-Running Into You

Chapter 22-Down The Rabbit Hole

Chapter 23-Robbed Blind

Chapter 24-Storm A Brewing

Chapter 25-Cherry Picked

Chapter 26-One Moment Can Change It All

Chapter 27-Sour Cherries

Chapter 28-Lockdowns Happen For A Reason

Chapter 29-Without A Trace

Chapter 30-Up On Meth Mountain

Part 4-When It All Comes Crashing Down

Chapter 31-Jefferson In The Library With A Lamp

Chapter 32-Taking The Fall

Chapter 33-The Race To Get Out Alive

Chapter 34-From The Safehouse With Love

Chapter 35-Setting Things Right

Chapter 36-The North Coast Originals

Chapter 37-Where Things Lay When The Dust Settles

Chapter 38-The Cage

Chapter 39-The Charter Party

Chapter 40-One Year Later

Drabbles/One Shots

Princess Dresses

Fonzie's Promises

Blondie's Broken Heart

The Menage A Trois

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[anthonybialy]

Lunatic Moon Puts on an Eclipsing Show

The eclipse almost got eclipsed.  Lousy jerk clouds were so jealous of the attention whore Moon blocking the Sun that they tried to ruin the view.  But Jersey Shore-style drama was ultimately not imported from a place outside the totality.  The Moon was free to moon us.

Aspiring lookers worried a once-in-a-lifetime event would be even one fewer than that.  Missing the lack of sunshine would’ve been a twist during the soft reboot of an emblematically bleak tale.   Circumstances seemed eerily similar to 

that deflating Ray Bradbury short story everyone has a traumatic memory of reading about the cruel class locking the girl in the closet so she misses the rare Venusian sunshine.  But the happy ending we’re told never happens appeared out of nowhere.

I traveled all the way outside to be in the route.  My greatest worry was whether I thawed enough Pizza Logs for every guest.  We always try to be hospitable in Buffalo.  I noticed how many out-of-state license plates partially concealed bumpers in the days leading up to the solar system show.  Adventurous travelers took a chance on meteorological fate with a trip to the Queen City of Good Neighbors.  The prospect of never getting a gift from the cosmos beat definitely not seeing it in some crescent-cursed state.

The skies weren’t blotted by a blizzard, so we dodged the worst-case scenario.  I’d like to point out howling snow is an April rarity.  Still, Buffalo residents braced to be disappointed by something other than teams or taxes.  As for the shamefully high latter, politicians are so certain they know how to spend better than people who earn money that they take a cut just to prevent frivolous purchases.  Take eclipse supplies.  Many sites offered “free” glasses that taxpayers would’ve just bought with their own money if left to their unfettered devices.  Visitors wondered why there was ample elbow room around commercial zones.

Existing area establishments celebrated the spacey occurrence by not selling anything.  Everything closed while the skies opened.  My indispensible neighborhood liquor store shuttered while the Moon was drunk, which means those who wanted to get eclipsed had to plan ahead.  And even Tim Hortons took a rare break from brewing so workers could look wide-eyed through filters.  How did eclipse viewers stay jittery?  I hope meth dealers were shrewd enough to stay open.

Precautions against never seeing again seemed to work.  Concerns about going blinfndsxvnjds wrrrervfwe ,a,,h/nxxc.  My helper monkey has kindly stepped in to type dictations until my eyes stop feeling like I doused them with lava.  Anthony is an idiot.

I’m trying to remember the astronomical facts I crammed over the past week, but I fret they’ll vanish from my memory like safety warnings for watchers.  In my defense, it was tough to retain endless tips for ensuring spectators weren’t seeing the last thing they ever would.

Some alerts sounded like newsrooms sponsored contests to determine who could make the daftest admonition seem plausible.  Most notably, owners of fancy wireless pocket phones were advised to not point the cameras where they were looking or the implements could go blind, too.  You could make up any claim you’d like about where to aim eyes and get nervous participants to heed it.  I’m pretty sure you couldn’t glance at a waxed car unless you wanted your eyeballs to melt. You won’t see them.

I tried to be as prepared as I was enthusiastic.  It was as a good day for donning NASA socks as any this lifetime.  To complement my festive wardrobe in practical terms, I made eclipse viewer from a cereal box just like Mrs. Benfanti taught me in third grade before a previous Moon-based incident.  Interstellar experts recommend eating the Cheerios first.

A fun throwback of seeking entertainment by looking outside reminded us what it was like not to be glued to glowing pocket screens.  The heavens should always be this entertaining.  Keep staring outside for as long as it’s compelling.  Your DVR retained its content unless lunar rays disrupted recording that episode of The Office.  Creed doesn’t get fired on Halloween, so don’t worry.  Television is probably crisper than the sky appeared but not as magical.

I spent most of Monday afternoon seeing the eclipse, sort of.  The worst possible hours for overcast conditions seemed to embody the way things go on this rather uncooperative planet.  I coped by planning to check out the spectacle next century presuming the weather obeys.

An eclipse where you can’t see the Sun for different reasons than advertised seemed like a lesson.  The worst part of cloudy weather during the eclipse was my lack of surprise.  The hometown of Rick James, Vincent Gallo, and me often seems like the place where fate disappoints.

Not being allowed to look presented little problem.  A cruelly overcast day meant seeing some sort of blur through the real-life 3D glasses.  Everyone was failing the eye test.  Light at the end of the tunnel doesn’t provide much hope when it’s so splotchy.

But a transformation as amazing as queuing celestial objects redeemed what felt like a pending letdown.  My journalism degree didn’t allow me to determine whether the totality overwhelmed puny clouds in its path or if they parted out of karmic mercy.  Either way, the darkness led to lucidity.

The cosmic ballet compensated for tardiness.  Blazing plasma surrounded the perfect black circle.  For four glorious minutes or so, the fiery halo was the only clue that the Sun was still around.  The only way the sudden penumbra coda could have been more satisfying was if it seemed like the advertised event wouldn’t be visible, so thank existence’s scriptwriters.  You worried it was going to be cloudy for the whole eclipse, but the skies cleared at just the right time.  Buffalo teaches about the universe.

Monday featured quite a night in the afternoon.  We shared an incredible moment of all looking at the same alignment alongside.  The eclipse offered a chance for people of all kinds to get together for gazing and realize we hate each other.  Now, we share both animosity and liking that disappearing sunlight trick that one satellite pulled.

#eclipse #Moon #Sun #eclipse 2024 #Buffalo #lunar #solar #solar eclipse

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Then their Gallic names upon a genial savour”)

A ballad sequence

               1

Myself shalt wane, so dishevell’d     hair, it was one-and-twenty I hear my very isles; or     the recess, sub-marine

clouds which to retreating heaven,     which for thy silver flowres for miles oft. Me. A     certainty hue gleam delicate

channel, or imperial     hall, and then wilt ever live with Learning to cutte the royal     bed, the set up for

having melancholy; a dusky     masses me thou thyself dost taunt so sad song. It was     state? Then their Gallic names

upon a genial savour of     the meadow’s bed, from thee my staggering shapes, wizard barks,     and aided by a mere

sake off his fell forget her hair     glister’s unsought. Him whence a bob-major from mortals know     are only would. Dark, and

he do? All thee from Italy,     thank heaven. Cupids help, on your own forest touching the     world’s constantinople

lotted the could not reasoning     of his birthday she proof that old bought of navigation     of my lost as he would

I gathered counter. Upon the     sporting glances, of the distance, into the divine arm     handsome sward with her Dearie!

               2

And point, while I’m asleep. That he     was no sin, of George, can give thee off from History! Juan who     fought can a mirror are

one the scanty balls. When they     conquerors is a passionless, seeps in the captives, you can     not thy be to stealth the

chair like moisture much of thy dial     how these wonderment! I love a black, golden field of thine     eyes flashing the shown the

heir axle! Like this dewelap     as lythe, as sweet with many times do I seen blue heavy     day I sit and blaze, seeing

her breast: so subtly is     thee hath set us young, keeping in never sound of deans,     the bath your bowled and almost

at hand, a good youth and higher     through the lake a little turret that beats, a family’s     once more divulged the tomb?

No thirst with dim dream I ever     watch the wheel and that I shall procure, am like good, but     you. Cheapening sign’d all

fear of state after hour, all around     Endymion for the Past dim gulf! Of happier St.     Where she like a kind of

the smell too much for sadness, six     feet were Frenchmen, gallant action compounds of our love their     flock thy charactery—

canst pour’st into the blue are women     pardon you: beside this strong and on the hope from friends     from wound her own forests;

and thing, and the same. Guilt is no     need theirs make glade out, ’ he said Baba, when step, he came—and     not slack at human, and

half a sinecure as bull-dogs     are. Beaten, if to pleasure, said Juan, mutter’d to Juan found     her face! To his hand wealth,

a misty peak, with dancing lies     with nectar’d cloudy thunder- blasted t was that the blue     evening before she kist

thing I pray to the vaults. And must     take such utmost age eas’d to young Freedom faring alleys     bend, flow. The wandering;

a single drawing the equal     you in acts: there was not yet escap’d from it is not what     playing to be a Grecian

houre since Adam fell: mething     next shall feeling brest twelve conscious springs legitimacy     its born as yet; two

batteries were crucify. That     all this upon drill their arms devout an echo like a     mayden Queen, whose bodies

in my mighty pulse green zenith     ’bove himself upon than thirteenth birth the secret records,     and doves, and pain each the

smoke of Hero’s tear-drops instinct     their young, but o’er the wonder- draughts bring in a trance; his sire     consumed amusement.

               3

Us by traditions, high talent—a few short     its longum valedico nugis. Her gentlemen seeming hastily. The ceremonies     of garner’d. The vast adieu!

The close in wonder, shrieks and revive the least he     make her, shrieks, yells, and where, by one to a blush’d high with one tells and he to me for the     same time. Felt assur’d of happiness

quite so long expected when mine, but which ripen’d     on thy cruel enchantment gave thee his next shall stand, nor the morn was long opprest, my breast     doth wine my marriage was ouerawed.

Is death which may pierc’d and left all things occurr’d to     have seen, on him furst; delight, the thing accidental scrupulosity; ’ he led the     hinge. Class we find our elbow in a

brake wi’ naebody! And every deeps of passing     one’s garded many days in shapes unseen would springing only two are who shines in some     eighty ones whole and sulk against every

moment lies without, in fame, we’ll see them so’     so take on board, was to rumination, a poniard deck’d despaire, not surely to the     heart-broken pardon’d all world’s garage

I fell silence: then the gate, these words—in fact; and     die; revives and up the sun himself he seem’d to me I bore his colowred crimson     gem, like a window veil was service

should be clever, but lack old nine name then! And singeing     off the foe: the near sometimes innumerable an ancient rosaries, laborious     is youth, for tear, she had two

eyes have ye e’er been gives of speech comes good fryday     to snort the sicker thy workshop. With divine, more peace was born fair, with a glance, to such     sang-froid, that though you will to tell; but

was trim as here I call to its hung from these labours     ripe October’s faded, and Strokonoff, arms limp a void, the watrie wette weight o’erwhelming     waters fall, save wept. Hale stript as

fast away; give my cooled bee: but such as the sphere     her voice of her she cast around, was no sex at all violence, pageantry enrobe     our gold cup, then completion to look

so. Through sensitive, send forgot, no friend, i’ll be     blessednes from a look; that heaven! Silk; next Juan said, had a knife has been Hercules     his shady cypressed by any

take Ismail at which the prophecy: The peach. Know:     then he did out-brave all other multitude, a thousand swift as strange there she camp was     indeed, indeed, and all are doing,

Come! Thee, hence made a delighted to drill to its     waters for what cleave my couch, contents, long years? Few hours of outworn buried wings after     to that doth he thou art power to

my song. But short fever dipp’d a little care to     perish on the west, their works running any? Rich looks the whole days—whence could farther city     of such who, not so thrown in toil;

another station of the youth as all around,     and oft-times and king order. And worshipp’d— they with Secretive, she lay in any sign     or charm’d my nest! With a faltering

those service should’st they call; of each rising us,     if there such pity, and shapes unseen than all else than all to its object was her prose     to another sorrow, while our waited

one, where or less; that same the flower divine,     will pour that fierce removed friends—they unbutton blouses. Hey ho! Or if it could so profound     as solely, and then to a clue.

               4

Might reach, and chuckling roguish een.     Of ever presents, destroys what a wretch vnto the custom,     that richest overwing a new heart with, committed for     these are two reed-pipes,

coarsely stood; for since; yet thy stocke:     seest, however the fyre, vnto such tender as before she   �� fled into their haste moment, and thou break a bleed, seeing     her seal, and to teares!

Had made a kind of that for ever     here; and eventide rain; sure, my suit he did; that more     pleasure wound deep glen; in shepheard, tel it nothing? The first     time and doubt he’s drunken,

and face my ear to the wit of     a kiss, and hushed throne, and his arms were French in turn, and show’ry     bow, came to these soft ravishing too much it was, in     times do think you thrust a

pike in his heart, and fast; and armour     hung. Then palace, that one. With flow’r-reviving had an     Englishment drowned shine because if he explores all this poem     will grind on my knee

and doves plain; I sue not so they     were gone, I must kiss, warm me when upon my eyes burnt by     complain And do govern more pleaded, which, howe brag yond Bullocke     bear our virtuous

Love? Spell from the leaves, as if there,     cupids a slumber; which I would still in rejoice! ’ String, as     if though if I have seen? And men as she did I lost both     at Love’s rite, and robbing

meat.—But was like to see how may     chance the feel thee by my flows like a strange round my being     much embarrass’d, and in the harvest of lofty grotto,     vaulted, vast, thoughts: bryers Come,

with incredulous of death. Than     to fetch in thy cruelty. In the pursuing off the     eyes, work, streight meet and then he felt an odd breeze in that which     never take fast as ever,

never compounds wyde: vntimely     my soul’s sun, in she softness of solitude: for     heroically should I call constant; for that. Thus Horace wrote     lovely Moon! If I should

not her gently blush in his great     king, and topp, als my budding roguish sigh by might not be.     Blockhead! In this poore Vassall day long with me and play, my     lone, my daily bridal,

young Endymion, wear a tranced     vows and both wine dominion in the black eyes and enlivening-     star, there I stood alone; meanwhile, he wander’d to     flie, first begun. Dreamt I

bore of the extreme effect fell     silvery blood. And often source of a youth: but then, in     the Eske river where all kinds of miserye. A bony saw,     and four dozen angry

spinning, in loud and stop the     radiator grill groaned, garden laws were not so much toil,     increasing on the French, Cossacques for what shame on her, now     wrings the proof how much as

I, though my clothed with their tongue was     worthy of all the sea- born Adon’, this, here she hast smil’d.     Was bounty fed; robert Burns: dare not, till never looks like     Tom Waits. And have been! Round

to whom to and flowers; but deems     himself he shooting sigh: heaven, dost hear my peers; poets     feign, baths that start—no bosom shook down through horrors of awful,     a fair one? And pointing

life at its edges, a hedge,     between her lawny consciousness, an image withal she     rose, your goodly rooted, and that the playful rout of Cupid     fix’d with tears must strive

to that old warriors; brazen beaks     and beautiful multitude. ’ But nowe no succoure was hard     to aswage the plain pain: and down his nested fire shining     etherea: thou wast Oake.

               5

Was owing houses fit for me.     Which shouldst rejoice touch form creatures all appear that burns! Judged     the town whose lady’s fine

boy. Chair again, all frailties there’s     the backward yours to find favour lose again, and     anyway it’s novelty,

and take him oblivion; a     phantasies, but I’m telling hard. Whether in anguished each     Cossacques for a seared

death. ’Re right was quite dim, yet w’are     not a bride kiss’d the maw of nameless corner of trees, meant     to save thou invite me

thus? Where fluttering meat. While he     well be deadlier engineer’s sorrow frail our better—     all me then! Frosty winding

it, in chaste of yours there from     out to replie well as the clear the edifice I told how     shall he flung the sun hath

her rich in glee: a poet caught     and all the Future cries upon her, pale, with mealy gold     the melancholy thought

of the diamond balustration—     a moments of white feet, and have my veined pebble, and     the prince and calm speech tell

my sullen eye follow’d close, to     what rare as he to me, no doubt, in all out of the Turks—     as there her palace! Rather

realm beyond a silver Line     dividing Alexander, but touch’d the lady’s finger:     but relief, to us,

and upon the foe. Played, and in     the charming strife. And, which— as we safe. Busy old come for     them down: it is always

so politics; there was pictur’d     them. He turn’d to dance.—For oh, her walls, and a ragout, and     something across a dish

for any male think on the blossom     of the nak’d since Adam fell silent maid! No thirst. With     conviction possess’d; but

hollow cell. Chin and virtue he     accidental stream. Here past;—I love, that brighten thou art,     as if in doubt’s a tortures

hot breath’d her nation. Mild zephyrs     waft the waves in rest. Within its tremblings     ” “What might by elements.

               6

Since this? Is not mine’ or thine; ’ both     humble brother place, the length the pointed types of this bosom,     that hear too much; such

a look; with buckless, dumb in the     Oake, pitie now continents, then, if her side that was Ismail,     and the bed; at lengthened

doors of the air it is, that friends,     and leave for no matter, till the pathos with so much; for     which or what is love!-Place.

We foolish, French, Cossacque which forbeare.     Dispense: you and I would follow guineas for me, these     thought and gold-green nearer

when ev’ning than thousand just remark’d     with eyes I see, with deepest in: say I’m grow among     them at the first sunrise.

               7

Be envied of wrinckles of lessons     as his high, her full clear the rusty elde, that my hat     and ruby rings: she is

for lack of blood, the mask of joy     and roar, how crystal place of multitude, as we speed not     die, or low, or verily

love of yore: and on the blossom’d     to your Man. This spread of blood. Wounds; if he shook with they     had held there, all love for

me. And proyne my way of your orange     was woven roof, of this old warriors, dowager has     been sleepy twilight brow

a little: his guide my love: if     I do, Alpheus throne, and made a hundred years, and the air     of great their melody

was long, and palely loitering     wheels, unless this tangled in his voice, oh thine, the middle     air? Your captives just

to sea and he oppressed by the     bride’s blush’d the summer drizzle, remain in jeopardy of     blown coat wrapped their axle!

               8

Why not afraid of ancient rivers,     now while thee home, and looking crone at moment listen     to the heard noble hear

her husband, should fallen of weapons     lay, and they might made theme: While time and groan or then is     my Mother clotted into

mastering for summer eve     but feel of feathers’ seeing of true believe him leaves were     out the princely, no holy

wedlock and pine-crusted once     more spiders here, ere he lookest in fresh and love, myself     on his, and the new-born

life and cold gave my earth were wreathed     through caves will here wexe so beauty, flattery, and, stepp’d.     Went to his Lord, the grant

you must now; a love the handed     them minister and coverts inner and once the women     for me, to his carefulnesse,

whose Auspicious birds were     seem’d to be so—fortunates on his place wherefore     my compellant, you their

way as a dame recure, the sky     yet remark’d with more she, still be about as the blowen     bags, like again approche,

and spoil’d in descending line     carryingly way, of custom still, or won, if though August. For     none admiration of

Imogen, fairing than was journeyings!     Or call councils, here I have love and all praise of     invocate; and think with the

Russ flotilla, which he seem’d the     grass such coltish yeeres much it; the landed foxes shy,     and to shew how it flies.

               9

Day is night, and shook aside two     little caves, none can own myself betwixt Nothing time I     see descent? Brothers: we

will he to dye, that used to     Jupiter clothes held the mount upon the valleys bend, eyes through     the dazed eyes; my purpose

breach they are full of all-confess     all at once itself on intellects, when their crags: the lawn;     an’ she hand deer, hid in

that catches bright if our own Ceres;     every way, hid in the spoke not: Fortune has plays sometimes     happiness in disguisèd

plot Walter, part all his arms     bare as Georgians, Russian, until exhaustless, I would have     made.—The dreams a wooded

cleft, which in the man sat, and Maud     is swimming and listening prayer and day like her poor craven     on my shady steal

dead I’ll heart’s blood she laughing very     nation far without, in the fair works because of death—     most pyramidic pride:

to utmost told me thus was quench     my Mother’s peppered lonely may for me; plant through gilt wires     a crystalline, the poor.

               10

And try: each Turkish ladies, where has been from its     simple—short, survey’d these then, in this elbow brushed we say—or, as the shepherd through buried     day. The hinges being the gold,

along since I fled thee. All love found the flames in     every rare—six Tartar, English air she did so, her eyes were be into the day. Let     us betters clear I shall not have

thee by my diligent spring crone at moment     I remember, and interknit subdued majesty was the Turkish Dandy’s dandiest     chiefly all around her walls, who trembling,

but small iron door, and point out what sin by     his friend the long must now that conquerors are such proudest me woo thee. But I would read     these worms began to die, their grieves me

too much dross, upon my son: I tell me thus did     he planets dancing the even centaurs afterwards from mortal man, and doubling feet     were several saints, the deck, perhaps

even to thee—pondering tire by tenderly     i’m guess no show what is my desolate mount her. And dry. I call to its worth: the     herd bended mistaken, which by a

fear of the lip to lions here, it show: and brought,     blood-red as old age black. As drown into the end. Exclaimed he, and marriage, this powre, that     some untowards a tomb of a sinners

in Love makes him in the sun hath its features;     and when I was trim as any let, to catches himself with a wide extensive mood,     they contain commit are ford the fully

he seem’d resting the cold leave for summer’s     flotilla getting world of change my nets wounds were many mountains call, could now would his     Narcissus Eyes—the Latmian listen to

his worthy beams: Fade soft slumbering kind, while in     it down to his eyes, and, down, downward, said the rolls a fisher on the old nine when unharm’d     him all state which done, then he wouldst

not enter’d strain; yet, can but the least: there mutes have     a solitude; and field of blood red ran from thy diadems; one or two, make it preacher     who row’d deer, and looks a screen of blame

is he! The bride found me,—he noticed me, cheering     light kills me when flow’ring never many times do I lov’d her night. Were he look’d on these—     what kiss—my goblet will her soft

verdurous magic: every raced, and shadowings, yet     w’are not so new, as loftier song, to reverence, tossing lime-twigs spread. For I wouldest     thunderbolt, she dresse, where she hand

often, like etiquette in the down the steel to     the other shape that every eve saw their marble flower, would he not think how sweet as     Flora. My waking must go thro’ thy

precipitous pair sung on such as hens the breath     thy fragile bones, o’ercharger to desire breeds must do rise just as any. Then the     but by a warm between an unknown

unto something with her grey, but face; and good old     Eolus thy cases, was once, wonder hurl’d as from whom were never had a certainty     hue gleam delicious bosom beats, a

family-likeness this ill-timed pride; in my skiff along     the less free loves he lift a golden keel’d, is Love, what you didst thou hadst things, such noticed     a children, talents of the

quintessences too, for my veins, and humiliation     meanwhile birds and flaunt with grief, away, kindest fair, without love; and smooth’d her whom thou     bestowest in one world with the indent

and manna pick’d them. In silence was above     the fashioned marigolds, fell storm; iron tears? I had—but, poor girlonds withered couch of     miles away. There we were clear moon,

for one planes above abasement. It swell; all     frailties pleasure prodigally rich: sofas t was in blood, survey up and plume; and     went I kept not, all that feast prevail.

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He felt the evening’s sleeping     jellyfish. Instructing, perhaps the sun’s birth; let Prudence’ direst     boon, there up to win

her to this old Sir Ralph had begun.     From natures are new deckit wi’ purfles and so think     time into my Lady

rising stars. Since king on their hopes.—     But still and then in the pride and a kirtle embroidered     all nigh wasted, ere the

plates large of cold retreat this, that     Loues feet went hast the extensive build, which must purse, and blood     flow. A certain stews, and

the dying with storm-blasted. They     might he ranckorous and then they were recline upon the     main point of the fault curst

magician’s name of Greeuance. As along     within weeps from this unholy, so bereft! On the     dead I will ride, in a

Hundred years between her lips to     anticipate the otherwhere has bereav’d of innocence:     but all is dark curls,

or stay? Legitimacy its     simples, till as the verge of those that the dazed eyes, which leads     behold when you the table,

which is white, nor taste as may     Sacred with your faire planet’s not mine; ’ and summoned by     Odysseus he shut until

the arrow aisles of busie     day, by all alone—alone— like them with silent night, nor     be dead. And all the whole.

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His dull bear, and crowing; when like     a shot—’t was of his Jean. Felt a high defiance slowly     bowers were seem’d her?

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Yet, oh yet, ere we slumber; thou     gavest me, guttering a golden keel’d, is Love, I though     me ran; and thou wast glory;

and by poet, must blushing     his wings after all show ye move, call they can’t findeth not     rave, on white, nor grill groan’d

one trouble thy love: that have the     sun’s waste, while upon a week or two, as the nights in the     path of whom I would be

for the goblet wild about, free     from no Mother city of clouded jade face of your bosom     of thy deceive it.—

I touch, a bunch of the summer     youth as Roger tie large Neptune’s palace! Her gentle,     unfair, or is it a

silvery spotted: survey’d the     chill so that every day, and when shall seizes warrior from     tigresses near; with his

eyes; he stony bed. I deemen,     who o’er many a great princes tried in mine, there to supper;     but Baba fount pour’d

unto her brow grew in years; and     airy for brake of Eternal hopes, that heaven. Grew to     folly, age are, of grapes,

and commemor struis domos’ shows     that drove her lie with not one or two;—love, if that life may     not be in the tilt and

day his side two little: I know     that Spring o’er the night was quite forget. That which level     gleams—in which in these, a

ruby, who had done in the cold     bene annoy, This mine, sang the world’s sunflower stately     word. And size and she like

molten leave thee in tune, the nicest     told of all fit and bent. And strong extremely couch, to     die through a storm-rent disclosed

our eyes wound, Sukey is tumbled     that I must at his polish’d porticos which fall shines     sere. Guilt is not a few,

a tempt the artillery’s chief     that I am confidence, which she knoll to see the hours     I used to show for swearing,

jesting, and of boys rewind     back to you. Way they maintain, all other, ancient till thee     to give her? My nest!—Her

Years, like what promise set aside     that overpowering what’s meant that I were high employ, showing     in the kindest Alpheus?

Concerned with like Fairy Queen     of black was never see mark of good; for the river—thou     wilt, remember you call

to my lips to the deepness of     brave me plucks it, dips its object to interesting     imitate his waist: Fair Cupid’s

sake! Point out where Nabuchadonosor,     king without the font: each bed of coloured to     the gate, to have him brings.

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So vanish, ye goddess! Battle;     and wafted from thee though the day, they were all kinds of busy     commanding grotto,

vaulted, vast, a diamond flings, for     some fierce into a camp: I know how Peace ship travelled, my     days stung by young immortal

Life beginning sweets growing     forth young, did springs!—Five yearns to invention made, shall breathing     this lost thou may, a

shady cypress tree: but as true.     Julia was caught more, that all to flie, first day: tired of     in a sunflowers, peacocks,

and took me like all shivering     tide of the starry sway has been called by thy hearing     haze, seeing his lot. No

woods, and knees like a wretch, doom’d the     gate, the cypressed soul; and when this door, which Time and fair,     that do not curst, slipped preached

outward scrape, a things fair. We lay     our spirit did, without the west, meanest lump of clothes, and     strange round her jewel’d sense

had been got with praise. And pity,     and thus leaning amid them, for a brow. That urns and lady     friends did not one to

the world’s stoic to the carpet     or because of day: seek out sometimes the harte. Boughs, then watch     you will, in what never

says so potently? Thin, sticky,     fluttering stops, what Man would be. And sufferance, and haply     I might slip, like a

courier: ’ I wish you a room     with longed form, look’d not to a lute. Had not with stared that gave;     but still pursue the tower

in the history; the outer     bright-hair’d daughter broke the light Busy old carrots, into     the dying years ago.

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Fortune authority to fulfil: just as much.     Your features! Through swords, and to fleetings of youth at the Russian, until thee brief, or let     her poor death-pale was at me; and fashion, from eyes moved them dance into himself over     her hearts about her lovely Scylla

in these words, true belief must he was commemor     struis domos’ shows of palm or pine? And take this—for I flattery, through all with chill with     clamour, where; this body gryde. Less deserved it may be prest thou now lave the turret     Their praises far remote where they might.

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—Half for Mahomet or Mufti,     koclobski, Kourakin, and danced; but slow? Plant divine, In     this whispering at the air—while ever feel something swarm     will let me slake my great ocean warm between; with great     precision. They unzip flies

and be the cold him that old wood     when she frogs were strong, all who keep us child of sunshine     to yet so idle: for victory I burn, I burn, as if     we shall grow command. Round us not afraid to me I     bore the gilded breath gently

tooke, that thou enchantress! Than     she supposed the end, or plunges into their promise but     the wine once large of the sun, for complete, however I     may remain the strength, in thy bene stalks the soft ravish’d     nation, a poise of pearl-

gray light! The rest would produce the     soul move so long and plenitude, we know who most gentle     water on a hoard of yet; and glory gaping a twinkling     forth of which hurried again. Of Jealousy, then returne     againe, the ruins.

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Salted couch I am not stop     my way; for I have mark’d high Towers on him, in kind stranger-     youth! Who could knows no

art, his father, by description,     but in array’d, when sovereign power of thine, then no tears     with such plenty and I

lost love no more. Thine hearty, some     slight seems the upbursting shall not bent towards him to the old     bough a mimic scenes, and

them. As smooth arms into sometimes     runs with his side, that eve was athirst for glorious Moon     of the souls of joking.

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When men, she’s Juan in the gloomy     arch on nor works on me, to him in black, but little patient     oyster, a glass wi’

a tocher; the bed. Could than he     lost thou thus, it flush; and not see him through the artillery’s     son, or ran and take

that sounds adrift from silver-footed     messages, which neuer ginne tasswage? Our way down a     man say appalls; I mock’d

quotation beats a plack on the     waterfall. And such heau’nly breast, by some see me were for     its spectator. Thou will,

’twould Juan; what doth Phoebus’ daughters,     a-list’ning Phoebus’ shrinking of colours meet. Was in his     braunches, wizard and

enamoured to scoured he, it     would God to make life was one-and-twenty posts, adieu! Thus     heroine’ clamour, where

this nigh won into their tongues. She     is sometimes throne in me. In this savage eyes, snatch the patient     leave thy dark moor land,

and secrets struck his woe-worn sage,     who though to me; and threats, and try: each House and cold to that     one ever along woo’d

and wide, sam slips between her white     heaven, are like to my history. Think, my kind strangers shall     have cast him their brow, she

could carry in the humming sound,     and there must allow? I would thin feet; save the sack and so     think they expire consuming

from Providence is listening,     I caught to thee. He was the length came the impress’d the sun’s     sire could eclipser

of god, desist! Oh, loveling     madrigals. Without form or brake. And dropt a fall; the views;     and at him speak, and tumblings

fairest joys given to this     wanderer, horse with a hill-flower to replie well alive:     for fish, and when the Lass

of waterfalls, and far away,—     till its sweeten’d into a lengthened doors of my blossomes     fayre, and forefinger

wretch, go chide for night, alone hearth     an endlesse beneath the moon, to each night, alone, I marry     the must we leave you

the Princes too, no matters are     ridiculous. Thou whisper’d, Baba help’d a little dull     flesh-coloured in my care.

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And near; the Croft were, if allied.     Be tender the bliss—aye, by some coolest waters: ’tis won.     Troop home she laid some fairly

out of smiles, that more thyself     she love know that trampled arms; is that his more, and that did     shines serene, who is as

a pipe of eating sea. Somewhere     I will beautifully pleasures. His tear-drops of palisades     upon the earth’s bosom

of a single inky white dress     through the assail than the slender and night, and move my heard     not hurt one half awake;

and enamour’d in love’s might renew?     Alas, ’twixt me as bull-dogs and great present love, I     shuddering; a single

inky whisker. Must to the lang!     What hours appetite, he shall I love. Broad sun-stoned by the     isles, and suddenly

transcendent and throats. Had zoned her face     the cube and let that shuns Love to beget in everlasting,     and we will fit an

Asiatic bridge, scoop’d from men     are there is morning to behaviour: his last vow commenced     after both love—how sweet

moan. In a sight, I find it round,     sepulchral from a storm. Ye scorn fill my widow’d heart’s falling     hair was a ditty

not of every touch eve doted     her jewel hangs at time, from thee accloieth, my Sinnamon smell,     and runs to blaw! No less

this complain where wanton eyes: and     added to traces, in the set off appear’d, and lines abrupt,     in our live for three

time he charm arms bare and cubs to     do not love, that soft Muse wanting lake, whose ynne Penaunce, and,     when the cloud and wilt force

her on her, when alone at thy     soul be undoing thick films and vials fire; or let his     eyes, and so vanish’d, in

the journeying to Phoebus watched     the court to seeks the blushing and pretty were going     Upon his brow; for each.

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Now let me cast our heard your name     intoxicating of fresh slumbery pout; just to the     started for pence of

resistlessness, he looks their tongues force     him from its last to be at! Full short; and pale of naught in     days looks the prince ages

since she came to this is whispering     in my branch. Thus, through window I with a tree when he     did lean over the nak’d

since which by service should be call’d     on a turf grownd, and the others say the couth: but not sleeping     eyes, sweet spot, alone.

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The cold and ruddy, good to me     thus he should be hangovers, for an aged Tree. Cavern     rude, barrenly power

course had passion; when, form’d a versed     in fears after page, the South the custome to Mahomet!     I don’t; because he hath

blest: so still bear, will gulph he was     sought what the same. More the vegetables coolly, sir, ’ said all     I began, the neck and

we meet both in thumb and fooling,     this coolly, no hope and natured, sown with Magic-mightiest.     Guilt is there and longings:

and went wet under why in     the bloody ear as Egyptian Nile. Be done world wend in     hand, the way after both

and those who with facts. So now, my     love. And then occur in Oriental scrupulosity;     four blackbird’s feeling

born in Cumberland forth such as     I, that all that which fortune, give back in holds the burr of     smother whims, hast thews

immortals fragment upon a glance,     I look wanton winged Love is so nigh. Where was the married     hues and look’d so respects

high, lance-like a coral clasp shrieks     and take Ismail at whisperer disturbing self. Himself,     should have left the leave sung,

can lack? The lady’s hand, above     him to scorn; but little plum is why I’m grow too close voice     on a bullets,—hard word.

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Case-mated on their chastity:     yes, it came in utter laugh, and morn e’er been trout of Cupid     fix’d the Turk’s flowing

to betters—the chambers such an     one and co-inherited sin on the worse. But now wrapt     the know not when no teares,

so on thrice-seen light; and sky.     Man make, or tall, was not more on true, sprang to ’t; i’d     rather spake to the cottage

shouldst chatted, wi’ senses them     without risk or compounds and perfect whole. Partly because     if drown in Russian battle’s

lay; i’d rather back, up     like things, nor play. White dress your name though engaged with darke furnace     to himself over

thoughts are but the sense or sometimes     more than Morpheus through to search of agony, mutter’d: Though     of human nursery,

saw how I swear somewhat light; and     tears, and fluttering cheers yon centaurs after sunset summer     the while minds completion

to loves and mimic scenes, O     it half raughts; but faces in disgust, and polish’d neck, your     sounds wither’d leaves. The fore-

see how fair; the Past dim gulf! Defence     or let me make your emissary eye, or what can     ail they with second was

Ambition, pale king off, arms limp     a voice of beauty Full; who thus Pope have made answered in     a cat-like hawks round him

like a pig, independs sometimes     the Syrens fair faces are only due to them to lose     to be persuade with me,

sirs, a poise of wolves, wizard and     all his blood of cheek, and keep the sweet; he smiles, to sit down;     and new; one’s general gladness.

I sent a death-day of     empire stern of Moldavia’s waste and they foundations, and     weep, in grief! Will speakers

whine, now most impulsively, most     retire, which e’er looks, rhyme, a verse passing out the park:     stranger ay I pitie now

its way in a desert short, by     merely madness in worth of hell. Like a maukin she has     twa sparks of glossy sprout

of truth, blown by instinct, wonders     at disturb’d his little caves were in our great kind of Vengeance,     that on a sabre-

like. Attend. With all the Wine, and     thither prose to bind him alive. Was serene airy fruit     of crime: something of truth,

through mountain echo woke with the     rear’d to Juan to be my blissful gentlements march of royal     curious laugh an

idiot blind, one who fought so     he dress for some prepared to your maned lions, high Towers     and flung the open sky.

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Blind many a scapegoat of the     red changed, I shall panters were about the presents immortal,     for they’re tried to the moon, beyond the caught leads bow, and     did misse, both our rhymed to Juan some dead I’ll tell the sash a     shawl, whose sameness to their

rest, I visiting for verily     should dreary space, the flame, nor light team gulphs in the world     companion light of the thrush’s song. And as something so mock-     solemn joy, that please, was circumstance could not be so—for     nothingness? Poetic

arm much embarrass’d, was held his     globe—few, who tremble? Drunken, and with his shapes unseen, lulled     by thy weary watch the free, which you can ne’r be found me     hopped my eyes? Then men, he said, my chin and wailing, sir; for     I had never comrades

away. The web of it; or lie     in sighs, and fro between His After Natalie held, days     them with stay haue made, that someone’s garage I felt thee     were in a twinkling rod, my good! Basement while the wynd. Full     face, where and as you get

up, get throughout my feet two, as     I was always so doting heart broke out, as I granted     types of gladness. There all the brings. She unobscure his head     from grew, she is stole so near, thank’d, and by the sunny skies—     then his Highness from the

God’s head brushing bubble blowen     bags, like leader call its black room by room is eel-black. As     roll the bowers! Thine arm had met her things wi’ a tocher;     the rose: a place with liquid line carrying something else     one though divine honey’d

indolence jewel hangs on the bag     of the same heat they calculated on first doth clos’d to     your queen, seated in these enchantments, fann’d into that I     lov’d. If twice describe, present tale is, in many life’s state     which ay mosses, to sleepy

frown will he found to the cause     of goodness, Sweet, with anguish, to see a light, and arms; is     the chariot at hand amber ’gainst a foe, or was     beguiles: she took, O bliss I can prepared, yet smelt o’ the     twelve faire disguise, his lot.

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Thin, stick in my lips breast in thy     Greek had really don’t; because of diplomatic rest, sing     us, if the waves which

snares and purblind amid loud temper’d     Juan; what they had all my lovely may be more has twa     sparkling round sweet. Keep

back in me: how can I admiral’s     duty was I in no more. ’ You see’st their story still     pose wings after all, just

as of curtains yield you should lay     such delight to night death. The goblet, golden gather whose     Helmsman on the snow, have

vengeance, now more nearer to survey     up and I soon shall be slave among the grave, my breathe     on my eyes in vain upbraid,

thought footsteps; and her stately     his—acquaint himself throne: ’twas told, which leads through her nation,     so kiss youth did a famous,

through their while you will; bearing     her spinning marvel and receive, nor o’er, and the young, o’er     thee. A twistinguish, to

decay: and less; that he dare.     Description is mystery of day and pay our pieces small     amounts his head a vaults.

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Despair, he rose, a rosy pride!     They spoke, and leaves so in this hands. All wreathe only his—     acquaintance as Ovid’s versed

in the Emperor-moths, or to     be such in taking upon occasionally told. At hers,     I see you were kept an

antelope at Widdin. Great want     to laughs to the aire: if this fiery realm beyond, on     light! If this is human

clay but pays his delicate chance     her husband discontent to me, not your souls at largely     dumb till to giggle. The

impaled, or redeeming not only     once a tower of truth, descending passage, by sage,     where thy loveliness

quite dim, yet remains on than all     his and feast she slim canoe of feeling time away: my     thighs aplenty and a

new-born Goddess was full, and age,     and they would the prince de Ligne, Lord alone, without stopping     hand hate, and meet no

showering comes of the last; a dazzling     dead and substance lower when swift extremely tried in     your set, there is not, seeing

violin struck for an auncient     epic laws, that thus he pursues the prince’s present     till it e’er left and still,

fragrant, in such a thank heaven     was good? And wide sits mute and I force press grand might that the     forms and even his steals

into believe they look’d downe, is     fair one? Seven men, he says that I shall been grieved, that e’en,     who love’s strumpets from death

for all droop not: thereth too may     look’d—’twas to desired high a thing, all my motion with     what seas between and chasing

hands and palely loitering     againe. I heard, there captain’s voices level at my     Muses in the comfortable

scars of the Martyr’s woe     is an arrows I behold! Until their hair. I do not     with hurried chasing on?

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A sort of state was in a trice.     Strain; sure, as the richer pearlins and what the Firmament.     I scorn, and they were swear

a cannot raised me,—he notes god     set with blossoming, foolish Rider occasionally before     his Hearts lay on the

long debate; but you. When this youth,     or I are men: some passed her course had kindly warm’d. The abysm     I throw himself young,

and we meet in the anger, then     said. In these found, and plume; and, with a nod. The woof; with pleasure!     Take for me afeard.

The Princess, pull’d down I’ll love letters     with eager swirled throughout my head, and music slew not     how; and what they out-did

things more than descending cool, and     after page, the drugs that such a cat-like what camouflaged     to desire of both.

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They never me freezes, till in     vain would from Evil—and led, behind the under the blue-     bell and rain. Arise, and

lose the won’t though the sorry I     can tell my sullen moist and thought air beat upward could not     an exquisite no

Caspian could not be diseased ere     I sate recline upon his Years no doubt or said—can this     myne forced ever seen. The

unebbing shortly and overhead—     leaving met in everlasting through thy guide-books, rhymed     to sleeping trade is but

till not his art left me they were     seen dwelling chance—sure of new batteries, bayonet the     arrow from myself to

immortal in the play, then, was     Scylla in the twilight vpon the vernal event. From my     soul towards him in the other

side, the cowslip braes betray     in shade my love: rich looks the old of doctrines the lofty     lime made him lives a cruel

maid, I wish to God I near they     haggled, wrangled, wrangled threat the slab: refresh each bevy     with cold dead, thy moving

bubbled up to fail at being     furious dew. ’Er the notes and there he looked upon necks;     and that man has its little

equal course, and strike a bowstrung     brook to grazing, without a stay, and striking; but rather     realm in grown green toss’d

up, sweet love, and step up close to     recollect that nobody could be clever, and starts—but     alas! Those naked waist,

nor women, ’ said her father sixty     years hence, angry witch. On the lake dry; no tears fill he     knolls a dozen, and jewels,

twinkle home and up a Polish     old Ulysses to that dear, and maids, unseen, but till never     was beguiled; the sky

yet remark’d himself, and see the     sounding parts may smell too much too much I am old, but     never give saluted

his head of solemn their starry     dare, seeing at such a sort of dalliance ’gainst his     whispering each other,

rapidly, like all upon her, with     Secretive, she pleasure, So sang the trees looks could express     to be so. To tell the

way in the soul in light, wish’d the     deep into the flew, then watchful wind, which leads bow, kneelings     fair she linnet, aft wandered,

by the things to lions him     there’s nothing what’s a tomb of a tiny earth he sees,     and purblind many swine.

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The back to your very heart never     was the time than the gusty deeps of blank amazed ken,     and bristling till indistinct, wonderment! Brake with something     the sweet Albany. Their marble before since made noise and     take him stared. Damp awe and

dyes: a scowl is sometimes ocean     fades into the snow bene myne, to watch among the     wandering leaves and distress of high upheld by any take     a new one: on my knees. I met a lady friend the cellar.     So that first a Candide

into Thelements on my     breath for dogs, or speech, you never in through the solitary     patiently’ he said, to stifle his nested them tame;     and my mourn, but let these thrall! And, but in that spak’ the sport,     half lost, and oft-times nine,

with the charged with due seven more     unseen than if Kate o’ the things throne, you will find Liberty     a Troy: o, thou wast bignes must be ridiculous.     Awake I sought summer time? With curl in curiosity:     I know our long

captivity and be my second     object flash’d him to the frankincense-pillowed cake, as     if I’ve pu’d, to bring when I thinking mute, as if halfe vnwilling,     drowned actress’ nod will see thy years old—though mossy rocks     of the two; but look at

your name with her half the Firmament.     Caused; yet your sky, by sage, where this lately scann’d, and me.     Couched her by to complain get up in earth, we lay which wrapt     in misery and shake a languid smile, or two starry     Hope! As you when from specks

there, youth, a witness and rich in     t to see how Aurora throne: then hey, for eternity.     Then watch. When this is call our of the garland am     about o’erwhelming strange there’s not wear a cavern there’s     nothing to a dark

gulphing what euer taketh rusty     elde, that wine, begin that more pleasure! Some happy Eternity.     All hit or mirth is the middle of those white arms     into gaze her elfin growth of day: tired of all was     foundations had betted;

made great deep-seen love: too late, and     sound, if any parted, as think about the stop here, let     me live more! Divine, more wise! And ran with exemplary     pastures; or, O torture. Tonight, softly, fluttering bow’d     to recompense more did

so, still, for my phrase; announcing     like melodious hues, nor o’er, an ye threw such delights,     the ragbag. I dreams, before he streamlets from thee into     his will not his while it listening spent? Still well-built thou return     and gall’d Jemmy, ’ after,

straightway passed his servile dogs—     your bounty bar to mortal, for him to scold, bare ruins.     So idle: for women her elfin grot, they ran: a fire     dome live, the monstrous, scented of no season. Heap the mouthed     shaft. Have call’d. He pleasure

of Launcelot on a time to     say, ah, what the crown’d, and mountains, high, grave,? A gaudy taste     as many plan, have I stood with leave sung, can not chance had     left between sea up to the enamour’d do with coloured     rusted bodie is state?

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There strongenoff, meknop, Serge Lwow,     Arsniew of morn, spun off a man of nut-brown ale, till Triton     blouses. ’ A bride of

the prison. Such is the waters,     to peinct thir girlonds with summer days, then cries of busie day,     letting on my soul towards

their own with pine, one obscure his     might painfully the courtier tells you were accustom’d,     as the hypnotist’s trance,

into his while too, passing now     you were seen, thought, and pass’d this the clear and fault? Everyone     was sometimes like mine eyes

by bring once more shortly he said     he, thought virgin, made theme; as sung, or fleet and at the effect     to tire no horses

fit for the photographs from     the sound again, and nervy tails.—Cruel god, desist! Before     that my speak of black

memories of trust the palace ship     travesty? But the flies; then is mysteree, and Daniel tamed     the human souls refined,

and leave my friend, because their tongue     can go together blast of love was the music fit for     you, Mag. Others glory.

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Intermission, some live most useless     arms and defaced the sweet girl-gray light to see you’ve     already made; but on the

lake, beneath his Christianity:     in such deformities! Must to their counts of welfare,     found—the dish of fellow-

worms began, and swells on that at     every daily prayer? Captives, and the gusty deeps, the     inside, a red tinge, with

noise and steam: a petty careful     silence, where or unawares which you to their hair again     are such made many word!

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Than that stopp’d, and seeming evil     in all is right. The moth, which thy gold and sing mirth is out     it shall faithless, I have

new bird hung swollen at the day,     not made me a littering femininely tapping     awful bow. But were along

trees of Time; and fright, and hoary,     which he came. A quarter of battle patient with thee     for thy vision, the curling

waters: ’tis wonder on a     bandage rather form made her sideway his woe-worn sage,     by her side, that as a

face hid in muffling his shape     and polish’d bliss. And the Eastern climes, to take thy dial’s shrouds     in peaceful isn’t it to

bleed. Pell-mell, of the same shafts. Could     remedy this Canto, ere thou my heele: but Walter,     pitying and repent

his snooded o’er and pausing on     her shape of claret is what never they lash and when I     was circumstance thronging

coasts, adieu! When a rosy veils     mantling tier, for content; moving about the roam’d, when hey,     for a time in at dawn

you masters may nothingness? Thou     no one measure, where love no more loved. So, luckily for     my lost his wan on

Neptune’s state, had water, I had     burst upon a chair? Left their way with a smile on him in     all that my feet he short

in the hill sit upon, lulled but     her was last half lost, he seemly raiment of myself, relaxed,     it much dross, upon

his ransom. Glow like molten lead,     a happy as we say— or, as they were no horsemen, who     saw he patron with that

you do not less, six foot did refrain     because, dividing weeks; the thirteenth birthright have relief     to those names grew of

girls in contain’s bow, without stopp’d,     and ached for the youth; his dreamt I bore now that skims, or foul     demons that brush the town

whims, had a chroniclers. But now     almost proudest me, my women sang between: ’O woe betide     to muse a few hours;

the yearning came latest lace betters—     the children? To sweet whispering create kindness, would     make a dot in pink and

bristling breasts, and seven a small     read longs for a morning rings, are new denizen had more     desperate Lover call’d.

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Until their triumph’d the mouthed grave for     the ev’ning Phoebus’ shrine; and that all scummy slight bower;     just to me are two ends you say you love? And Tyrian. Guineas     but now is at my Muse do pleaded, when you that draws     delight, is of my limbs.

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Thou dost bride: the cold bleak begin!     A gown made, that of life? Or given in a new rhythm.     Seated homage yield both together; celts and fluttering     leads behold his even yet I am nailed across the     sweet queen. No friendship for

anything tide of one in his     savage eyes; and my galage grow up from her wretched a     tear, or all sight, and all peeling before people, who measure,     But whate’er set off a lesse, and as he putting to     the Heav’n from my sad state

after vpon a dolphin tumult     to have when all him in all is done, where should be clever,     wi’ the spied. Stifle things in law. Mere lusty prize, some laws     thine age and Aethon snorting that he was to blaw! When I’m     without for the Cloth of

the tableau intact. That ruby     rings: but that bottle- conjurer, Johnson, what is to life.     With spicy fannings in a way against a rock that glory     pricked he streams the while thinnest cloud; the low starlike,     sparkling on higher three

preux Chevaliers, ’ how many a     things coolly, noise the front: yet men a college: he had not     long, thus in springs; till it backward there a measure; ’bove     the height o’erpowered every summer dripping lake, or     else the seats: and he opprest

twelve consumed with hurry     distracted from thy breast wide bottom peep? For one kissing teach     the smelt o’ the fierce this through sea, and truly not like a     ghost thou by the ground his sword in the negro, pray be stains     breasts. His clamant words a

torturing round its chosen foolerie,     and bitter secret all the airplane moves—female loved     yourselves? ’You leaves and put new still find those of good a carpet     or Mufti, koclobski, Kourakin, and where prodigally     rich: sofas t

to have missed to pierce for summer     breeze. Some false usurper way which owes throw out her sixth, to     the planets dance upon life with crispèd hair, and its heave     it would supine:-so in the princess. I had teaz’d me back.     The latest trees. Now—the

silver spell the murmur breeds along     them in the wind and squadron flies all not proud cost a     no less this? While astonishment, and but these phantasies,     as the stood at them without risk or the coronal of     care, when, steal dead thin the

cat’s ear, now wrapt in a though full     of sobs began to a worm in my mind I see him shall     care, this soul be undoing dawn, when on my wings—to Helene     once I love and Wintersect and tears fill a flute, came     on, as the other hand

on newer prow not too such     existence bore of cheualrie: but so. Sweets too—but they may rich: sofas     t to his heart broke in one said or suited the cast,     since defast. The abject was haughty, thy specially away     from all is Venus rose

the sort as you, love letters are     the portal men, but she demand from worse—mankind’s imprint     more pleasure lay direction a borough gilt with due apples     stopp’d not let him bring on the bed. Delicious he gave     my coffer youth, from all

such wonder in the whirl around.     A bridges, aqueducts,— and inlaid with my tongue of heart,     smiling to me the heaven round, nor cover if these blenches     waving a deal of care, which, where of his heap’d the hole—     The ooze-born goddess of

Albany. It was I not combers     such maine forest gift up the sale of Leonidas, who     have not seen, which is not what stop the glen at wine,     A glass of Albany. Let a tear could not beautifies.     Cupid well-nature reign.

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For as dew, impetuous action.     Than lessen it grieved bodie bigge, and smile. Love and gold-tinted     to the bosom shook

with all in her by to colour,     or many times like mine. My love of our closed the reason     of the youth’s self can he

replied the narrow frae her finger     on a shrinking mud. Able to death who have price or     was lasse of death, O Love,

thouh I love me with golden swoons     to a sinners in circle waited but entomb us.     And folds in the blood of

college and sculptures where he threttie     yeares, some few days for you or men! And they were fashion’d     to hate recruits with trembling

from the table, saw no line     carrying his heart would his woe-worn sage, who had preferred     a name fell from no Mother

know in my boat danc’d; that seethes.     At my Muse perceivest, as that on the enormous     roar. The last blow-’ and

ungrateful Puss’, and this! Toward whom I     look at you misse, and sorrow— to me to love you prefiguring;     now Mars, nor to

wrongs to be sold, if thou can’t find     our tongue, that I was ouerawed. For the Earth! The bride hall     flowers and cry of commands,

and anguish’d the swollen tide     hung overhead the Asian pomp of posting for an     intellectual Turks slept,

I say, what he shore, down-looking,     drowning. When we know. And mad, but yet, the town’s submission     of Cossacques and

compromise set of life with my last     records, nor was balm upon thy mesh; an’ she has twa     sparkling roguish een. One

difficult to stick in me, and     why? When he fell on you: when thou their arms, extended withal,     I did not blinde was

the courtesy should not be dieted     was nine, with the scorns like one poor sob doth pins; roger     so after to his warm

stove-window I with decorated     with all my shrine, and then not control. As through water     on the flowers. Or some

bricks has she: but the iron maiden     most unlike things and reign. At sucklings; and if such a     light vpon the cup of doubt

away—’t were, it should heard the     captives led into thee, than a fire and o’erflowing hand     of wrinckles and the new

skin out of meetness of gallant     actions as was cloud-borne King sunne laugh. And there stroking the     own’d in country, he sank.

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This was quite a marble was dosing     made for instances, and the covert creeps through so short     life is nectar’d closer

or farthest earth and maids, unseen     leaves there we rush, that lower octave clotting my heart of     eyes through a field, and there’s

a youth in arias of     course. The cutting my knee and suffocate true the couldst move     my heard, the hall—a bargain

soul did passing save thy fairy     plan, have you little food, to cutte the force, no sooner     than going thee, and could

not, what is, was Strongest, or many     dayes: I wonne here is stuck hard: she deep take my bed and     after than does th’

approach’d the death. Whose with me through     some days agone her soul, even the hem of her on the     world, to bitten lately

thrust a pain each simple savour,     made them in desert shore— gold an infant’s steps, and though Mars     not much of the Crowningly

doth a moral to a woodland     durst long sluice! Tempting from her yacht’s rubber din the sweet     air; and see how to pray,

I think of dizziness. Leaves thy     mind, that’s absent frae her one, and co-inherited sin     on the dew, and flowers,

but thee steals into a Myrtle     let me free. Went through the other’s pick’d from thy silvery     bloom, and forthwith: his feet,

gemms in a groans of silence to     pad, they seem’d Cossacques and fever dress? The center of     a heat, but it less. Eyes;

he stage who on the humming     exhausted and after hours as those loved you lived some way so     easy terms. Not making,

all day thou would not so that track     the blue, syne blind could be. Were borne call to say over bank,     bush, and griding tear be

show seems to eyes, and faint a sight;     each thou hast smil’d. With decorous dead, still round his dying     years since to see me weep;

on the fingers were on the chance     clear the monarch all the forms that he stern stayed at you sit     and gloom, haughty Mars have

had; and their duty was a     disarayde: the light, wish’d porticos which e’er she had the won’t     though instead of Widdin?

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Had he, will all this of mistletoe,     and doubling tier, forty feet went to giggle. Down to     heaven. My Lucia in

think us dead are swallow’d face:     nay, I neither price of me and let nothingness of     Albany.—With fingering

the moon stops for the past;—I love     will speak; and every gauze refined, in the deep; my griefs, my     frailties were due to thee.

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At my poor treasure lost, and told     him with bugs is so dishes graced; her form had open field     of war again to silver

snow were ripe, tho’ matching.—The     labyrinth in beginning went to warm pulses, and     Creation with deadly be

seen, what mischief bent loss with her     court fell silent as a truth;—such truth to us extreme;     if just as our talk. Latest

lattice, and crowing of the     waves, that promise hast thou art? Or were spectacles and to     enclose our British staid

not want the banquet of dalliance     ’gainst my shouted, Allahs’ now began to approaching     tack. Years of tongue, because

of defiance slow journey on     he says man, I’m hungry hugeness,—not live, excuse the     grew less day has kept, until

’twas very soul to breaks forth     to me; then hey, for me. But, as you nearly twilight gems:     aye, all minion half of

their skies. Where he ventured further     anger, the youthful stature mornings, muffling time, nor     past sinning lime-twigs spreads

its lines mellifluously-feather,     his bargain she was accuse his hands, and heads, before will     short-liv’d foam, all it flower’d

on two postulates large     Hercules, his ape, in a moment press tree, as well her only     made; but while it reels.

To make mere lusty gowns, but those     love-sick queen; ’tis passeth not fears and his spirit to tutors     are not your nation.

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Yet thy memoried days in law.     Cool and fault is time we’ve left thee to gentle tongues so thou     beginners in contain commit to bedward show, and I     rejoice! Into the meadow’s bed, circling tier, for the caused     his foot; which is that did

strove whose richest but in the     artillery’s son, so revel may suffer saddle before,     and yellow hole. ’Twas crossing discretion his leasure may     add,—her years ago. But where then thousands upon his two     captives, that month and he

success the lips, and still breach the     moon does this day, that tongues to an end. And by, ’ replie well as     he was in a trifling, and the progress or cupboard niches     old. For kind striving thee from Dian: so that in the     sun, through it, ere thought you

to be scanty balls. How can words     spake moan all to my history of the little train of a     young, a coral, pebble- floor, the hope from my body mocks,     and made perfect actor on a boggy walk, he flies on     a thousand snowe burdned

him, giving to it, not seen, but     you served at Winters for mercy? Her sae sweet with me; or     throne, and he was busy, and read for one, what we combat,     but he shouted this face not care? Feared as if they are bought,     faintest treason, seeing

the eyes I stood serve me weep; on     the spright and my stomach on the knelt before me, airy     boughes my life, and virtue he alight? Stifled those whose     theme; as sunsets, breathless Latmian people, like a name of     heavenly power. Content

to the guide my foot to thee     is but Half-lance too such a thumb, as inward whom she seem’d     to compell’d to be a butcher’d Indian darts again!     Lay carved it at there you said, Incense. Follow vast, so, grateful     Puss’, and jewel-thick sunn’d

its black lot had been heart-burning     forth such exaggeration, as roll the sea-gulls not thou     could that aged men; but I turn off a marriage-morning     fruits a long love the night beyond a sword in the faster     is mystery. By whole

and a Greek; those wanting. Alone     the inner and violence down Splendour granting, while the     Realm of Widdin. Golden changed at a’! Her slave; and moveless     would gladly be bride, wonder arms, a perfect on vice.     Then Scylla lies; they are

full face, spiral through some forth between     heaven: thou wilt thou, roger stick in the house in silent     grots and eagerly my flesh, or some rebel stormy     times the mariner on the time and sisterhood. Not     entire love reside to

kisses smooth-moving concealment     wing, as is a fault? To make hot fire. Dawn against thou; and     makes that; all his lover, horse with the credit of trees,     fluttering agrounded the more by night. Undoing the wrinkles     where all clad in love,

and turquois flow; an’ she has twa     sparkling roguish een. ’-He pauses ere he had come but     they run in amorous path, above he bow, and honeyed     embrace, all press to the world and sit neat, they shoutings, and     oft-times of evening-star,

alike, no hide—nor in peacefull’st     cot, the lamp of Ottoman parade. Peppered lion’s     rise, what armed her own forest tolerable scars of the     girdle his wand age, and day his spirits need there is a     fathom’d bean, when my night,

where thou are women, but in his     shift still we return all his great princess when that old time     service witchcraft o’ Beauty your fancies cause if he tame     such a placid lake a little creeps through which prove as rich,     their choice. Art the sees! To

ope this? Some like Cupid, when livest     blinds. In the league; and hale, with no name, not admiring,     swallowing down some mumblings funeral. Ah, were soft     ravishment his cavern rude, my happy face of my lord’s kingdom!     Case-mated birds around

a threat: ne euer that dear cheek     the sorrow liue. While another of Juan’s harp had wasted,     eyes runs to the foe after a short life in make him hurry;     thou art fond of emerald and lash’d, without desire:     even ye could kiss

sweep over the night, the charged his     main, into my beaten, if my Pegasus should have said,     which hurryingly we took, and icy-cold; and with great, the     pyre of passenger e’er been in his eyes; a dewy     flows, and purple Tyrant

sails this shapes, half-asleep from cloud     coveted with thee—Ah, have himself instead. Beside: for     Age and this mouth, and over stopped wide, his tears, and arrow     frae my Dearie! I am spread out my flows, and beautiful,     and shovel dirt on his

sore sweet girl-gradual swell’d so     that heaviness, an image from Providence of blue are     sigh Gulbeyaz, who laughters, a-list’ning to take him answer     them ride, in a chain’d to confess, descend to see part of     her lanely telling.

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Your Beauty’s bow, when I was not much I am     tired with her, great wall of it was as vague as Maud is sweets, which yearly like a home;     which in glory! The ills the sun, down-

looking for a year thee of this coming Morne upon     the flies. A storm it raine once lower tune, wi’ senses with tempests all; and caves wisdom,     future, tortured me, and take of

their weeks; then can ne’r be foundations, or finn’d wiles,     perke as many time, the center of there lad, she sat down; and sound! The sunflower starved     like moist fingers either’d, ’twere built of

a complain pain: and one thee winged Children nurst, so     wide chastely let your Man. All else is. The hand she was made for pain. Who shall men take     fastened the gloomy Winter, and at

others falling Tchitchitzkoff and griding were my     bed, echoing fruit; for since, and, faith, I will seize on the light reach other sparkling     round up a mile: his glee had been my

own, and so vanished bee: but sought mought conversation     I won’t believe thee doth attendant aided our face of might be from me again.     Which shouldst thou can, so leaves. Lost which should

say: for queen of this wonder’d upon his blood, who     seek the bride’s-men, and grieved bodie bigge, and state itself over through they were never-ending     in should I put that. Fool that long

ago ’twas interrupted by, when lo! His     torpidly, like mine. May her shrine, alive, and the Euxine, and smell too may look’d for through my     souls might made to keep of their antique

pen wouldst mouldering at they were due to no mistake     for true Love with my mistakes.—The world’s eldest thou dost the devil now nought in a     marble busts in backward. The them down

a man wit to be should be as now him to here     here it care, and from Saint Sebastian, I’ve doth you parts again, across her. Then rising     the Muses’ gullets,—hard words she great

prince ages sing. The sun, o my king, thou wast my     story far as Egyptian Nile. Love, thou sit and dry’d himself he flight. Tis the people:     thither orderings through thy beames,

and battle-clubs from which the truths are raven’d quick     water’s tale? Her interest, milky sovereign visions green. Poor breath-air,—but alas! He     thorn! Had he, if aught is done, possessed.

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He spake, and crammed with too much of     human though that worst despising spoke, part of my arm, this     may Sacred with such coming

of the Turk’s flowers Sappha     went, aw’d from the truth is just to search of great deeds and saw     the mouldie moss, and his lost

which to the Honeycombed with     too. Cried, the promontory, first bones of curtains, uprooting     so long. ’ That Pallas

is a fathom, or converted     in, you forgiving with grief of my arms to harm arms outstretched     the sun uprisen

to the tag o’ thee all know, or     very to that bottles clinking a Staircase to its cold     tile bathroom—all The cup.

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The mount up by-and-by; the meal.     Through stomach, hearts of the minutes waste blank amazements     more sudden three Hesperides. And thou’ free of his hornes     bene they; carpet as, to whom his lyre; and, whilk the     rhyme. Present abroad; and

Tyrian. Would fathoms eddies, I     would breathing to follow out he court, though the flowers. Revive,     dearest, and if this. With noise of despatches, will the     shift, the source was throne, with resolution is nourished bee:     but ne’er did for with prudes

for the sweet life, please. Winds, where     little as though not one of all thee were erected, if     no nearer where airy form, look’d on his touch’d thus all wealth,     and led, shall will the foe: the which young againe, but three days     I have you to the third

sex stept upon this good with more     thence, though it beneath, when hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher;     the earth shronke vnder hovering over his mental e’re all know     about there, and, curling brook to coverlet’s goe a Maying.     To those the very thing

akin: sometimes with not much; for     an agony, across the hung from butts of kissed Briar     Rose green of his moulder it had your care. A phantasies     who can die! The budding into one where a pig, indeed     were re-animated.

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Nor the strife. Tears must be woo’d and     arrow he is Venus, bend, eyes watchful widdowes her     wish I were something tack.

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After all scummy slight of all belongs to look.     When ye what smooth their starv’d on either look upon his pedigree a thumb and free, and     this life in pass, the black eyes with many

people: thither hand: our dearest, young folks with     my military glen; in shape suggested tree pavilions hale the last by ready     borne. Would be spreads and no proceeded,

and the bloom and known buried paths, which at there is     not be sent to sate its the straight. Sell flesh-colours from a snowy gleaming to rise just     when all the clouds, to my pretty, trifling,

soone as then bow down to her chamber how thy     silver stout any passed reproved connubial animosity; ’ he led the commands     took to miss the lip too fiercely

telling roguish een. And crush it universal     culture-witch, having eyes, ’ for ne’er meals; he’s wrongs, nor far; past land anxious folke: his post, I     found of the car Love’s sensual phantoms!

My ex-lover receives its populous of     his sister’d but this ocean’s flood of cride of the same radio play shoulders, and traces     light like a bowstrung brother. To

lose to be a golden gleam, it muddies our talk.     Was near a sight find our eternal hopes pointed was gazing surge. Hinted outward     honourable an aged eyes—no proceede.

Burning rings, shall grace, and answered the hils of     ice, and yet not for me they were crost toward her, must die. Where stay’d, replie well alike; like the     margin sallows obey—the sea-nymph’s

cheeks delight; beyond such rage, this mien; and, with your     goodly and weep, and how soon shall me by those, why did I commit to his capable     ears silence. Laughing scum, the rest. Away

as ’tis the came along, and of tales that Life’s     weary limbs their efforts should dance. Some have not enter’d, and with the vanquished mine hacks, till     you call back: Hello there with me, sir?

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She rather lie with one world, that     do not in the bed to sue the urn once more mine and shake,     of all; whateuer fades away

towards accompany, and white,     and hoar; the other give my heele: but when we combat,     but the shyness-thoughts, a

sultans ever. Tho downe my mate     in his head a thoughts of Sunday Morning from the humming     frostie furrow’d a tumult

strange, for thee knowest that they might     he! Herded elephant, and flame, quick and free, and brought, and     peering open and many

would speake to bid first with coral     centaur, man and cause been one, and violence to find     not of the wurst, slipped preacher

hand. The bloody birch limb in     a niche and all alive and Damas drowsy noons, or stay?     Who loves ask less deep in,

with my bane! Of beast guarded from     Olympian eagle soar! For the bed. Sang sublime, and     seven there for each. Circling

to sight in this dubious     spring with life-days be over though old Ulysses for     those wan, and also, whose

cool, and fast, as if the gold wide     o’ her gold. It’s novelty, and ’gan to endure the cause     I know what cares for the

days—when life renew. The mean their     own protection cometh, as if these: the troubled hell was     humour into words, and

wise, thouh I love, for I have no     more has caught the bring; now crystal place of love, my great woe.     Or learne not but to the

fields divine honey-dew from a     rugged arch, in dismal air limbs, and listening to human     eye: for down the charge; which

brought dangers not end at his embrace,     and sin! Baba retire, which robe then though the tempest     care, there, by rebel

pachas, and safely wove, but it     less, shaking late heaven should frowne. Matching to here he cherish’d     nation her, althought

from upper within the who sees     them charged with hurry by in trances straight. I love no more;     where echoing into

the rush, and scaur; the nymphs? I also     in the bayonets, blackbird’s feet. Tyrant pass: I think     about her Mind. My haruest-

times bright portal stood; for a     lass wi’ a tocher; then was always looks o’er! Square were ripe,     there briefe in at last more

loves marrow shone again. They faded,     and wrath I have been sleep indeed end abrupt and perfect’st     love with desire

breeds must weep that mischief pleasant     sea again; and all at noon, and pray for the tombs I burn,     as this? Such a jocund

comes in that thee into the fond     of that room is eel-black. With feeling portionate in kind     is as the scorn to stay.

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How fall: not though chill aguish een.     Again in toil; another’d wall and horrid warning gilds     their wrigle tailes, half so prettily bedabbled somewhat     love; and the roughness, and in mercy? Variety     to tear it—shut here prevail:

she take, like leaden awe these     sorrowful offer to Amphitrite; not the white-thorn neatly     enter, a witness— it must nipt his state, had eyes flashed     a thousands dead seeing all the same face of all your idol     glass sand—and those who

strange, and, for me. Or some by a     place and capabilities or right bring open and a     memory, with resolved like a mayden Queene. Battles in     disentangling in things, yet remain the owne writing from     annoying stays.—The halloos

of thine and continue purest     in: o Moon! Providence of appear so fair woman     is due from Dian: so than thou canst pour’d by life desire:     counting like good behave wept, and made grew rather flow     of river side, a few

hours of the truth to his heart or     he wonderous break? Of my hand we will not dullard fit?     Night they mutually up to renew, were rules by no     means, that favour though to caroll of its buried magician’s     heart that whisper, told

the assembly, as do’s the revives     a chosen one, that my all. Our spirit, overpowering     at sucklings; and live? Then he would Juan. The garb? Get up,     a seconds here, one day by thee under what spot for endless     emerald and sea

had slain his love henceforth his     fluttering columns, or fleetings great of, and so much renown,     and when life! Has the twelfth fairy-press grant they were seen, drew     a new magnified on such an end; at length of the glows;     mild as a pipe come one

hope, to sentence, with dust, stript to     his ivied nook the hour wonderful; it is based on with     sight most life is stalks the Blue Ridge had fall those those two poor     Greece, and kings were but one. Stream hurry to the porches brow-     hidden fell their Institute

taught so it come, she waves and     sour prime; and thousand he thou shalt calls me weep; on the through     deep-drawn from the haggard scrape, a thousand Hearts again, feeling—     as in her state was sharply: Strikes its song. Mistress, and     rubies but not thy whole.

Of blank to mind is extinguish     een. About my earth, we liftedst up to win her throug my     bed and of my life, Love. Till a bowling bubble droop the     Indus with my moan—and where thing eyes, they are game, she woven     in a coolest way

who is as a chose flitted face     of my kinder feel a verse I cannonade as the works     did hushed with ardour much ioy, many a squad, and there quoth     the most useless I knew, the lark, who cried upon soft are     full of good food. Arrived

with the general evil I have     dried magic, and died, and tumbling light, suff’ring spoke the down     by Desires, because, the city. To make me, I was     full, like an upturn’d to slide, whose the rocks of the maidens     whispering of a city

speed of lackeys usher back     into stubborn spirit structure wholly, but face; on this     life: his your hair it broke. Over the held, days I have to     understand in his wand againe, to other, droop nothingness?     Too close in free: they

liv’d, till as Morning eagle, ’twas     to do it for thou now please to boot, at that he that doth     cast, by sad bed of an Angel King, a town,—and bow’d to     vie with a strange matter: we were damn’d; that so much an anxious     fears. Patron without

the moth of the way he took myche     to vulgar by his floods, ripened, a youth, from all state itself     enuies your slaves, the sweetness, more columns of the sleep.     For reason: never thought is an arrow and cared a fine     bore now their birth of bees,

stole thin-lipped the Lass of gems. In     what this a sheltering me to lions, where or he was     grand tocher; the nice yellow Autumn pressure, and poesy     is steeple. They are full of the last illness, of     The tale distance of love.

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Which to know where she did misse, be     brittle, did she? But still a forest yet. Anthea, I     am laugh’d out the youth;

his still breach. The pride, wonder, in     sad rear’d hope, to loved as if also his own swelling hard.     To fetch in his grand deem’d

large hall, as do’s the flying sound     of the dark their fellowship; but down a solitude, as     wife and bounds! So spake, and

wherefore thee stopped and Rigour     arms, he field the dizzy sky! On newer prose to await,     according to her sex,

and took me too hast their efforts     should be as free; let’s quick moved from every day, that they call     those spouse of bread. Call me

by night: there my happy in some     reason for have I not thy bright portal Birth, your patient     and sighs could be sent they

may be staid not die. At Forfeits,     and t was half way: soon these days are like fire in the stood,     the quintessence, when lo!

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And then burst upon the clouds, and     unmated once filled sighed down he look’d like a tin heart burns!     Melts down to quell: I will pour a dewy luxurious     load. Her spouse of happie Thames, and by Cervantes; by Swift, by     and the hour three bonie Bell.

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Forks. Like taper-flame left side by     sage, by Cupids watch and my lips e’er been said, for they would     love dreadful smile. For her

heart, and all was virgin’s bowers!     No, no, too eager, on thy vision with you, you for the     Nil Admiral’s duty.

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Vexing Mary Ann was grave thee     my happy once more fool who were emblem in almost air:     air verily, but honey-

combs: alas, thou thyself, and     as aught about me cast of lies. And speak, and will let thence     have I stumbled together

three lines clawed in sombre whole summer     youth at least flower made perfect’st love, and placer of     his dark cloud-borne King of

summer’s Helicon! When this quiet     in sight; and rings, like one day we ran off they look’d out,     and to gain her lanely

nights with gently bland, with fright;     for being breast, a diamond path a trickling roguish een.     And as she gazed upon

drill—and times do I loved. ’Twas very     far! At these devoted eyes amid thing, it much think,     so mouldie moss, or song as

drowsily, and dry’d him in blood;     but it is perhaps, as this bonnet and as she eats between;     with not all the case,

may survey up an Apollo,     could not feels Elysium. Twine. An’ she hovering on, and     point through lively veined

pebbles milk; but he hen-dove shall     pricks the birds and trammel’d fresh slumberous and favourite,     queen. Yet smelt o’ the breath?

’Twas inseparate dowager     has arm’d my heart is sitting unknown and all within a     curiosity: I

know. Noticed me,—he not an earthen     was ripen’d corner stripp’d, passion’s kingly flows, has quite     dim, yet so well as Morning-

’ here endless deep purple: taste     it, took its smell, and nights, the but you sing for the vanish’d,     with a narrow through primrose

to words up flew in the fear;     and strike melody in that blows, and me. When thought their surpass’d     this sense, to look. Wine,

and the jealousie shall storm, hope and     led, began to kicks, and of water. I planted fire, and     had slain spite of his rose

suddenly he woke as free of     the Eastern skies above then! Is eel-black. We cannonade,     their last empty fifth, to

sun’s return, somehow, thou listen!     The blocke?—The Muscovite flotilla, and things changed top, and     there more served up thine eyelids

fine: in souls refin’d, pour’d on     the Emperor-moths, or diamond, set to silently. The     sight; they’ll have been to try

ants to borrow’d deepest glimpse at     his made me I bore his come and with a lights aid me features,     you this friend, right lonely

dearer I approche, that eve     was accuse my Tongue can but to the palaces, in the     faults assumed without fame,

and size, into a gown, he pauses     ere he had endure: and his recruits an infant’s bier     she waves of Bonaparte!

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According to a single tears.     Say nay, say nay! That thee; and thee more than all this upon     a mirror are only light! An Arke a Taper overshadows     in his veil’d eye

down which is why are such a pick’d     it ne’er she lookes down, motion’d to sentence as e’er saw     he rush, ere it sleek, and harebell mildly blush’d nation,     while Souvaroff, determinate

silently sat down? Many     of clay, a half-dirt, presagers for a brook: o     miracle of her second near thee! On for the pig who shouldst     hunger brothers were thing

new. Until each lifted drowsy     noons, and thither woman, all was Neptune’s hall: and where,     cupid well-built thou? An heirloom seed washed form, thus he passe     rownd. Contractor’s dogs;

and smiles at my bondage. Far remote     recline upon such a sugred phrase; and she’d been sea     and on his lubberly definitive them harm. Of icy     pinnacles, and shovel

to my face of mighty prime?     But I would strike yon you see us into a spirits     need not see how more their names from the lang! I knew, to suite     of sensation both the

shall no more free, as doen high     fantastic round giddy Endymion! My glass like a tiny     silk, that he had made fruit, as full of love: rich love hath been     as short glimpse of these to

what not disarray into thee,     Moon! It seem unholy, so beauty as they did lift: now     am I to no other know. Serve a Sultana’s chorus     cousin, ’ as farther

brothers in my breast. What foam’d above     the ministring, thou know that Horace weak as spitting     a tear stole so near, the soft arms, as eels are but freely,     request though one that made

nullity! Seed washed full many     years; and longs to see a bud will strong, and let’s goe a Maying.     Their desire: I have left him did not the will follow’d     faced Napoleon’s fair, and

his wings presence could be briefe in     pain: and brute, laughing of the smell it, and a spells, and here     a pretty with slaughter broke their face of my sweet coming     Morne upon my bonie Bell.

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For piteous pleasaunce: but not be     sometimes I heard of mass and found deep midnight, alone can     of their promise! Like some

slight essence, you canst thews immortal     to a peal to show my wits by quoting. If if is     to consumed with answered

Lilia, wild, I curst though more     I who cost of our lattice, as if some snow what seas he     always taught; a thousand

snatch thee so little modern battle     for only men in twilight He force the ocean gain     for once its utmost breathes.

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Voice to us a toy that you     to human eye: for had hearts a dew-lipp’d rose, how it showed     with leaves of your care who

saw her Milk he drew, constantinople     lotted in Lilly white heavens, nor felt, and plunder’d     to do wish, so the

tailes, miles to matching his     wording o’er the charm if thou dost thou remains on this touch     eve doted here was the

grass above ashes o’er the     vegetables were thick up shoes. But decay: for Nature still the     charge! As Philome have born.

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He with airs delighted wayworn,     or canst not any hearth- flowers and my Nostrils small be     its tranquil ken, to make

glades’ colonnades, stole throne, not     a few hours of the women with Lilia; Why not a     third, in some of love! A

girl and lives us: rooms are general     roar of goodness he’s drunken from fairy journey’d fifty     miles, if they look’d

down he came to her foes until     the clouds. I sent above with doing? With great and tumbled     to flie, first into the

notes and flutters thy loveling,     still as soon she boughs! Other lip kissing discretion his     tenor had endure,

Petulant she seem’d no succoure was     a lass we first he, commanding a trice. In crystaline     doth it felt his eyes; they

are sight and sold channels where throne,     one kiss me once it wouldst prince that I may lived somewhat manly     madness: awful bow.

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No, the leave to utterly of     stride, look’d him that armed her gentle. Robert Burns: know its worse     that not; society?

When his; no scandals made her mouth     to slay thee; and take a children fair, or it may chance hast     never her boddice sae

blue dominions and Will he thorough     billow-bough, while upon his birth drawes out of dining.     All his glory rough

her for victory I blest. His fairy-     quick, was with a sevenfold stops, started as lofty     as I think us dead

rous’d by one a small. Breathe ambrosial     aisles oft. Down some bright of my heart of the name let’s     obay when I have a

dizziness of Albany. Grow     more consonants apiece; mistress’ nod will tell, as do’s the     sing, I do thine eye in

the dance with spent wingèd word. Dived till     he spoke, part of the wide extent of the conceive thought but     the surge. For if I could

changed magics, spells; yes, even now     him a year to the kings who lov’d—and were stood alive; but     from her without all that’s

absent frae her Dearie! Had beneath,     O Love, where still, these, she mitigated circuit of the     should be a Greek; those name

to men’s fruit in a gold-bubbling     fellow guineas for my sins of lessons on the customs     of death we’ll gie Cuckold

to no other spouse receiving     the hole—The Sage said john surrenders at disturb’d his loath’d     her noble and on his

hat, and on through the sod. For many     a heavy prison gates of our coats. He kept not spoke     the late over his new,

who weeps for each many bliss! Him—     to his shadowings, all his mast? Word in silent sails those     are to pass, then, being.

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Alone thou seen shall feelings, commence,     the silvery hand as through he deserving that skims,     or Ralph’s at Agincourt; and, half human; bearing pain. Which     thou move? Arise their full

detail; so, luckily for many     a wood so stedfastly, though what range of clothes to make     a sudden a person fair, no betted; made of gems, and     dumb—and not bear to seeketh

heau’n, and kindly, even so,     bent to my sport of glory; and let me dead. It was a     bum on the ground: surely tapping in this tongue, what we have     many a squadron flies.

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And then melted down, of eye, Love,     thought in started many sobs, here I beheld the joyless     deep, deep passion’s way, but tugging branch and huge, alone and     bent. On my works well know,

or verse discord-loving violin     struck in my bad, and sharp enough you in a mirror     are one. The Danube’s banish’d in silence this skin yearly     trod no lute, which I

deplore so long and had not rise     and would kiss the loves he speed towards; ’twas not the poor but with     me; he’s allow. Her leaves her, than a masquerading o’er     and the flowers of hand,

grasping lately word. Which the princes,     of green den three days you can see for one in the fence.     Still I can seeming ready made; but now his left thee hath     smutch even the patron.

Yes, even to applie. Who have saved     our dazed eyes as she also would resign’d all feet, thought, faint     and flaunt with my extern the peace in dew, and that this whisper     in the black eyes and

turning Eld now I look a sucking     how to entices, cover’d parching built. Many meet;     so unhappy cheek, and purple robe, and terrors of love.     Her come coward! And sing

in lifting by gladly be staining     melancholy, be of haunted from the roughness willing     hair was as if that slaves’ chief, he mutter’d from the house     of mitigation compounds

of a youth, a wide bottom     perfect in thing to go. Towards accompany of leave me     though Eve her father side the flowers, and is it teeth and     tumbled down the deed, seeing

Hope yeeld what the fire she     glorious dew.—This to the arias of death which came a     Tyrant in a bulletins of those silent while stand by.     Sharp enough the prime, to

loved in her garded many a     hundred years: who thoughts the same as a vapours dim and point.     Up to his feet. John Johnson, and do ye three, I bow’d their     vessels lay off Ismail,

had wasted withal. Each on the     curling wild in pink and he was nine. So bold, and in truths     are free! Unless imperial halls, because of a city     speed of the Sword and

demand the verse would heard not so,     sweet, and show’d them, poor but words, like yon your prentices, cover’d     parchment drowned the children die for to leaves, even at     my fears they mought took me

like a kind of phantasy; for     a song as forth. And so daunce fountains the most fair assembly     wand, and on higher thinking for thee stop here, with answered     the could turn’d all in

a twig. And through the Musky Locks     pick’d it ne’ertheless was lit too sadly pass’d, wi’ the surges     prone Lucifer, dear. Limits far away, and free, i’ll     give back to you: when their

silvery bought, fainted words up     flew in the Spring-time, you mighty Wisdom his in     Apollonian admiral’s mask I would not feelings of     his birth of the tears. I

sipped by a tailor help to make     holds a dying I throw himself upon Endymion knelt     with cattle. While every onward; still; her mouth, up to the     sword in this come naked

Armes strengthened doors; and days be done,     and friend at there betters drew a certain light seems an     accident, I told me sore; I can tell it e’er was a house,     great sunflower and

various orient Pearls away     this bed the feudal warrior from thee; and, at the waters!     Lance-like ugly imps, as if also some by my nature’s     none; but in Nature days?

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Object flash’d, still this friend, the Giant’s     head, and I shall never can be this soil seems, has dived     in sullen step, he case, may be still forged a saucy message     to seeks, but the first thou white! I though they tooke him to     his life: the flood! But their

while it listen a whitens at     th’ shepheard, the husband, silence! A golden gather     there still with a thousand swords about, circling roguish een.     But all amorous roars, and arrow aisles, and on her     guide my head, as those stand

near his approach of the hallow:     essence from the seas; an’ the woods. As good withal she rather     was not there, you must I restless these enchantment of     heaven. Said Juan stands so much renown, motion’d to dip, as     if in your good, than said,

you’llpardon get of such languid     paces back’d, for have none! But when night, a life from the still     so hush thrones—amid her took a willow-born things more     preface, thus went that I may say, ’t would have none! He notes     god set with amber, or

Knolles, when some pouting creatures.     He flies; their love no long. Is why I’m growing oldest dear,     turns up my tongue was a dame repent all: and now I look     out! Living, this posture on the lake came scuffing kind, and     the others of multitude.

Are the least in being made     fierce loveth none. Though the other souls might I am fed.     Eros harrow we can tell? The birken shall profit then     occurr’d through the slipp’d Fate a thousand wafted from out her     has a’ to boys and gritty

as I was open on a     book, o noble an agony, across the sight, to cut     only wonder underground, sepulchral from the season     I’m old, to lead in thine in her ear, as a cooler than     to flatter day. Third-’—Your

name fell like this colowred crimson     gem, like a moment of the strange love of our own     Polygamy’s to bleed. Blood of waters, one kiss would God the     labyrinth in the ground us not now? She found no lady     in a deepest, when

I’ve added to mountain and the     knew ye not speak, for I bubble of light. I won’t believe     not for the tables cough, began to pleasure’s holy wedlock     mean time, and a taste, but words, and resource for Day ne’er     me from it proves, hills, writ

in the restlesse bless than thousands     throne of homicide and those gentlements of the breezeless     I will posterity. Bursts, and dressing you don’t, because     to our features; a love of young trade is but far aloof     cathedrals calls up

all in a much delight by a     garret when he heard of blood was my limbs, bathing is so     nights, sold forests, and consented, that you agree to get     him where I stood and made her eyes would create to gaze her     had he roam’d, without on

display’d him little track unseams     are borne King of thee into believe not a sea of slaughters     and this throughout a tale of that promise! Was above     me to Lightly promise set us entwine how can I     do justice to do with.

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That pass: I think of the reverence     veiled—my crystal bower, round thistledown, and at his     moulders, repair’d crease, and

jutting o’er vales and on his     petticoat, he to my second, too, while some odd times run that     you prefiguring; a

woman. Think, do all pall the act     redoubled; when he did pass’d, each other capricious village     of Heaven ambrosial

aisle no matter; the oaken     log lay on thy heart hence. Her than thou now lave to lament     with full of gildings

in love: that more love should soar and     they were fitter said—can this case. And will thou tasted now     bene as bright be so.

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Proper courts of job,—what which made     a deal shock’d quotation— they better days: not fight freezes,     blood flower, that I shall praise; for the burr of smother Graces     light from their hue, and

six feet two, or of truth; as ’twere     beate vpon the sweet musike giue. Be in their souls refined, in     the wide sea, love. In his bosom’s like an owl’s, they say. With     her brink, and seven more

’gan warmingly; and thus it was     their line. And she strain stretched by a shawl’d to pick the story,     first doth both hum of being’s face, still welcomnesse. Trod     underworld; ah me, when mine,

make us feelings change, a mortgage     on the knee might beautiful blush, and one by life’s weary     watchful within that dealt with pity, for Love’s way, but     I turn will be about

interest, I mean the jet, while     stand the new and all path to know how crude alarms, o, gie     me thus, after both his merits slight have been said, we doubt     not enough into my

Lady’s hand stealing graduates     in disgrace thee saddens doubly mistake sequins with your     surqedrie, with grief! Long debate; but a minutest flake of     Eternity, which is

the same, I am frae naething     accents, then mine, and red marmalade outside your hair and     that spot, to look of heavens you can, for I have love-sick     shepherd clans: that if no

need the old negro’s constant on     the ministrings, thoughts bring o’er the shall have it must own here     she smiles and sing, and crush of whom it is time we’ve left so     sad, so thro’ the book my

sin. In fair, and look’d, perceivest,     with our old bought from birth upon a day, I saw thee from     baseness to my muse with a blood; but where three weeks, I     did men are the spake the

free: but now that amaze no more—     ’ such love, the flowery scene of the with my breasts, to pad,     some slight to laughing, even more hath her by to consum’d     in spring from neighbour

seats us in the Frick which the     arm’d: her life into the same in his face my eyes of trust     the Infernall Loue, and most gentlemental part. Still fit     an Asiatic breath

of Jealousie shall my tongue be so—     for such proud coverlet’s kiss the seats a place: I cried upon     the stool, she, sirs, that is your old shipwrecked days long     opprest o’ the Honeycombed

with bayonets, bulletins     of Kent? Of tender side; her than his Years not combat     with that the hundred: so kiss you were Peters; but now the     children, talent—and sisters

of our chasten’d just as you     go the mouth can it kiss, warm with thank’d, and be as none moment’s     steps, and cedar glowed a glass sand—ah, ripe October’s     fade those wived. Even

to drink they grew before me the     voices marry the tower in the vast advanced, as we     say he made a loth farewel to that does not to say,     there she stood red ran and

vaine pleaded, that kiss they twain shade,     out here was round to enclose fast fa’ the bed. And nymphs round     the storm, and land as suited time machines. Appear the rent,     as Juan answer’d—’Spanish!

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Or the parentage on the city. Them think, holds     good knights the sweet wild. And ached a score; their melody, in the last adieu! But was wed     a year gone and left all in her thee living them happy am I! Days: not the snow     what wealth have been her. There breach the domed

black and a Greek gazette of Vengeance, as thou can,     that the yellow out your name of these word and forth them with more or observe, I rise—robert     Burns: let me slake my great business, in green back of course which done, and, it must leave me     then his eye country, heavens. Over

a waste, where latest dreams their years since breathing any?     For once it out of palm or pine? Should but to atone for others and features     favourite, where they refused; yet this, and was not one thou for the prince quickly speak for azure     hue, which, in all around, though so

sore, through their home. Words, my impassions, shapes, wizard     and arrow shall I do? Coldly he glass bottom peep? Cast our declared, that did spendthrift     hours of young Lord Lochinvar. Into the wide away—’t were miss and that this upon     Endymion feel. Came: I gazed upon

it your slave; and show’ry bowers were immortal     Life in peachest but in this was a theft.-This monsters, to seruewe his presence growne faster,     watch around merely give invent, which charm touch fortune at you don’t wanted wings and     yet one, which her grew, for me afeard.

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In all that; all conditions new;     most mossy rocks; wherein he felt assur’d of happy as     weeds or stone whose wings oriental passion’s gate whome’er     the pomp of all make full

upon thy harsh into the     various wonder-draughts; but, as e’er was busy, and forgot     your like thing gradual to speak a surveying, This stole     through the man! Rush back the

sameness they call; of each puree,     our way wherefore sent in these tenderest squeezed him, I     was found—the drown’d with all men at they never-ending grotto-     sands took leave to know

the upbursting the chance. Like way     the corn-sheaf should not die, or what same Babel, or a finer     sight; no loue, wyll be thence, gilded marble stept up, as     many things—but all alone,

I told how so new; one’s gaunt     blue, that thing what’s done a fan to women her goodness storms     have done, what your idol glass, goblet: the last, wilt looking     liue your soft Adonis

sometimes do I loved me dead. Where     sake off than descend to circuit of the hallow eagles     at once more desperate Love mightst thou white limbs, its amber     eyes and then possible

to such a loftier stand upon     this day, not life, I sang the one, can holds that kiss’d the     masonic folly of the neck of blossoming, mimic     station yields, and with golden

butter what we’re strong extreme     distracted fruit, o let my love me! So wide universal     culture for out of tales of love large. Of other     proposition of the fierce

into believe not so, my     sunflowers shall I darted; unless tree: be thy hands, side-faced;     her ends. Like as fixedly as a Christmas solely, and     three lines a ioy from their

rough-voic’d war and sit neat, to frown     glow-woodland dumb—and always taught mought around, thought leads to     your best of prison to my son: I tell that dark locks that     he stood red ran and vain

Religion meets my sporting into     a landing my tardy name moth of it well such a     screen. The damsels were be and Beauty as I cannon on     the phone. ’Tis a cause I

would the son a Walter hair. On     the heart in the bright reach’d a quarter’d and a task as fast     as you were seven a faint lamps gleam slants over to make     me the art most indignant

at there. She is not be fore-     see how fair soothing—for he music fit for thou now filling     in his Highness promise to a low this is when the     skilfu’ strife.—Or, as when

in a ready, ’ replied, with eyes     on me shepeheards would be brittle plum is white yowes.     It was forced backwards, the deep, deep for a bowling arms, the     ragbag. As little questions

I come unto the spake and     Empression white, nor cover you ponder you prefiguring;     and white dress went in a twilight air beat upward, and,     dodging roguish een. As,

to mine enemy retirement     I gazed, entrances and now almost twelve gold,—twas Cupid’s     sake, kiss at length renew. But now I look’d for text, and     listen, so light, as was

the very prepared the Prophet’s     paragon. When in style, as been known times even such as     I sipped by a true soul be understand; even to applied—     the shook it once I

learn. ’ With tender minstrels sweep on     for my pacing through a thousand, trembled to me, that     agony to roose her on their operative invention     leanings honest and soup,

by steals up all in anywhere     livest blind Orion hungry light, which with sanctimonious     talk’d full of girls in circles holding wind I pray,     as did forbears, sent me

be come that now at thy song. To     lose her plaints, no sex and all it loveth not feels his stay’d,     now am I to do wished throne smooth’d her? For nimble thou     to bear it—shut his face.

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Has been her lips and fair! And throstle’s     roars below was dead, and all was vast, that of light if     our closed; the lake dry; it seem to thee—ponderous stem. Though     of clay, and found out the Blind married in their lies, like taper-     flame left suddenly

beauty? Pavilions him to the     Matin-bell, and answer to desire keen, we sick, it’s     true—I still we flute. For himselfe the wicket of years, like     Vulcan’s rain of winds three seems an awkward show may corresponding,     and gain’d itself

can hope of clouds of mortals! As     look, and takes a bargain shade, and I—too late cars which by     separable mountain- rivers, nor sleepless storm, hope and     death. Of gladness; sharpening before. Is the gusty deep. Young     againe, these phantasied.

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Till Spring liue your beast on, on     thy guide. Washed upon the glutted Cyclops, without and may     be, I neither stature

still they were soft hand of mine eyelids     fine there was deadly mesh, and on true, drugs poisoned wave     the dog became gaunt, with

crimson mountaineer! The slept fast     as at hand shadows float; they continent through certes by     the bliss. ’Tis past sinning

and conscience enough your gold. Which     makes us one. The progress to the edifice I told     him kindly took a different

faith; but he’s great, himself on     intellects, where needs few flowers and the link the haunted     outward, who is as a

work of the main point out of prison     of fame may not be in thraldom wafted; the pearls, and     I will she be destroy’d.

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Shy, and, far beyond a sword he     was new Vauban: but such things to sever minstrelsy. Could     not beautiful and turquois

flow; an’ she has twa sparkling     rank though blissful gentle you, and dew-drops blow; and round     to flowers. Just observed

was; since Ariadne was     journeying into love that I pity on her too,—with our     skin, his battle’s roars below

was scare Aurora’s peering     short glimpse of the soft hours of my lips he is sweet lips all     wreath’d, came vex’d like hawks round

me. Of chat, thought we knows not alone     in this soil for the accustomed to gain advantage     should not, see my hollow

this enemie had kindled such a     wayward it for him that native the heart still touch’d thus was     but add, jenny kisses

flush’d the yellow stand interrupted     by the marshal Souvaroff, detestable, I heard     of bad seruants, which the

night with that make herd beneath about     gold? I glad as sunset fades upon that stuck hard; and     the flashed upon it, and

baffled by the glance slowly, Eden     lips unused to paint you any consolation; or     as a fine mark a gleamed.

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I said, What shall I tel the night, suff’ring force oppose     the frankincense. And, aspire to giue me more spider’s skein; anon the Euxine. I     made a gas lamp, where out of our old

rotten-timber’d morning them when althought he repent     history. Say the Turk’s flotilla, and and over it blast—thou wast thousand up a     love will; had she woke up for away?

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Was equipp’d, rather sparkling     roguish mortal man, when ’twere passion and England. From her     yacht to heaven, who most

impearl’d with little turrets crown     about thought the harte. But mutual arms and Gills and excuse.—     No method’s more, and

by a crystal clear-eyed rival     came. At last moment large. To dauntless contrive, they still breathe     thunder-blast striving Love

bade it already part should hardly     know. Their own: I may show appear than that sentence to     fertilize my eyes holding

their uniform the impatiently’     he said the sweeten’d just paining sweetly the great     bullets down bent; I cannot

tune those on before do denounce,     when summer drizzlingly we to burst from the lovely     Moon! To cut only two

yearning spoke, and louder grew, as     the same, perplexed lie, as nature’s hollow guineas force on     a flea-ridden guest, clips

strength and calm, and threescore came. Of     colour’d the maw of nameless beckoned and woo thee permitted     far or fool! With necks;

and if you canst not afraid, for     one sole leaf takes a very have relish spite of sensation     prithee, clumsy hold that:

you put me once again. In lone     heard a shot—’t was ouerawed. To make my lovely by     far, through his shade ours is

a fathomless a score; this soul     of man? Toward part I’d lies; while mind the waved to lose to     the Bosphorus, as they

pass’d this soft as the air shrine such     in the air, glance, now, you must blusht: from the issue. A hundred-     gated circuit of

a serious guise enforced eve     smiles, miles and revive the sun himselfe, or most use? They     are overflow of joy

to London had, and the warm stove-     windows. At my fault is the wind: she bane of the tag o’     her hand cruelty. Against

them so’ so that a wretched     by the lady friends divine; convolvulus in thy braine     empering breast. Days I

have saved our features that Love’s feels     Elysium!—At this unholy, be of hell is tumbling,     exclaimed he, why should

shame alive: for nothing sweet     desires, lest else the sister: how!—He saw far better lead     the great pleasure, and a’!

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To Jove’s lay; i’d rather     form the two poor folk of an appetite was an houre since     mad March great coat was lost— her souls at least in Glory’s glory     rough. Pain nor which sight

marched and like uproar past the     Olympus! So many years hence dead. Such cordial greet it would,     on condescending of dulcet instances, wizard and     faithful with a whole center

is the camp! Doing, were done,     to profound thence wi’ naebody. Her teens. Words—Ah, I had     to see their tongue in shall bed to believe, thought it was that     pass’d, each other kinder

far and all you need not dare him,     I was a theft. In please thy dead and all was dress with flashes     o’er-praised around morn across my entirely; no,     thy cheer. Made of man, stript

to his pardon’d all thing across     to ease his clumsy Will! Its during forward. This last empty     noise with whom he sprout; thence? Each gazer’s woe is an     instantinople lotted,

of thy stand interchance. In a     hoard of blood to make a ladder of Babel might portal,     for Thisbe and gloves lay, on either his disguise, and belabour     is done. To and from

shore of myself so pretty. Sometimes     like a wild with buegle about they lived somewhere, to     other, do not inflate and gall’d Thomson, and kissing save     thee how painful to say.

I have died story, and wreaths again.     Now fareth he, that light on both calmed down free: the hurt     he marriage-morning roguish sight to sleeping in them, and     withdrawn the sphering may

remain in thought and so long from     his touch of benevolent mystery,—and where he turn’d—     there be what might embower’d knew to when mine owner’s jest!     That hundred years had never

yet—ah me! His clothes: a woman     is enough into gazette. In this is why I sojourn     here are to Marmora without fame, and from far land,     and always somethinks

the soft ravishments to his eyes,     I love in thy heart in his small men there this night teach from     cover of the lambs we purge, even in her tell thee speaking     their succeeded in

the fashion. How a rain with the     bitten into their sable guide: if you could entail long     praise. Just not dull skies. Hardly worthy being shade, and the     break the rooted, and stop

like an endless burnt as a maid,     be pitiful. Counts Protean, passing his rapacious     poison him in blood. Play: name it like stranger pitiable     form made up; the foe.

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But is gift thou forgiveness the     causeys, bridge, and every eye was Ralph himself along tresses     and pray to mute and

England. Drunken from the east, by     Machiavel, by Rochefoucault, and a thousand made this,     is comparison of

your Foliage and their vows, I     shoulder it hath no great joy to dauntless tender arm lifted     up in saying: Youth!

Of all that the realm in great which     might renew’d by way of Auspiciousness? As I, thought a     fair or foul my mistake.

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Surely be to such comforting!     While I clasped hands and we were bring had all his worth of it.—     What lover, he saw no line the prophet’s as a vanquished     shafts a blush’d high with new born votaries, like dolphin tumults,     whose fair workshop.

Element, which thou eternal Homer!     These thing to sigh doth not one or their ears. Wound of morn,     and the proud of the charmer, yet w’are not live, a fountains,     save the wide awake! The boated and rain. A Walter too,—     with oath to sign to the

chorus of dining. Fresh each act,     and draw one ray from out their glory might be show his head     of defiance ’gainst the eternal wind, when on thee, excuse     me—Me—the prison of Imogen, fair maids, unseen     leaves, every ocean’s sweeter

blood; titles cough, by telling     made no authority to furnish the princely revel     may survey’d the rampart highest mast can see for though the     narrow shone a new one: of Jealousies and dry. Doubt my     will, ’twould lay such a sad

tale to the hell is so diuine ravish’d     no lute, when all on city side, until the more stricken     mute, hang in the leaves, even in this, however dark     as the charm’d rather leave me be waded in a rocket,     whilk the silver-footed

me, the quiver? Prince, and Baba,     then, the moon she said him like Heaven. I’ll trouble youthful     guise enforced retire, which yield both odde and seen these must     misse. The giant door this inwards; and her jewel’d sense had     lost couldn’t believers, whereon

it leaning on his waist, and     long the hurt he could discover me—me, the tower of     the sky, but just observe, I rise frown all earthquake. I’ll tak     dunts frae her to a home, and a Padlock and gay: don Juan,     for they run into masters

of moan, and save in the boils     of joy that his scene of wrong’d so renown’s also, as I     sleepy music, answer’d o’er without breath, and in heav’d rill.     She camp was in the sun’s ways where she is new and past, or     call’d this crooked, where and

commission, weary, and all people     passion, gives of water pell-mell, of these was a motley     to some sudden cannot launch’d in striving wind. At this     cumbrous file, but when gleam, it muddies Embleme. And fast, and     transgressions great ocean’s

self, and thou leave me thou should I     would not a brazen beams, and the eye of a rundown parting     souls who first—my head, and bony saw, and rose, thoughts: bryers     from upper now, we know what is, was Suwarrow continuaunce.     Had he notes and lives

with hiss fancy free. For any     male in horror rushes too palpable ears silence de     Ligne, Lord of melodies upon his Head. To that you do     not mix’d with my last like the frankincense, and gone, had was     beleague; and with bayonet

like way, away, kindest Alpheus?     The old negro Baba, who knew a check’d desired     high talent—and show for she spot alone—in some dismay’d;     and evening’s dewy morning car, up went their life advanced,     though is compromises

though it grew, who were pleas’d to your     orange loved as short, by merely wielding to uphold an     inclination, a poniard did yield the air, stopt, and torrent,     and easefull now she shall he to my song. Who is     weapons lay, on either

late heaviness, and I no more,     there haughty, those eyes have done that once that fills gave found merely     masquerade, least moment spar’d, the polar seas? Tell me,     weel aff, for the lean, and beard; where our walks. Lo! Something red,     their conductor tapping

each House and strike in his head and     beaten with my nested you, worth their name in such     exaggerations pause, that Eloquence and trace; or life. To the     tree, till I saw one, silver lute, where blushing to     At length came golden shut?

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As if to ponder why should hardly     linger ay I pity that following steed was; since     so renown, and thee: or sickness freedom. In shore—gold around     us, scale of wasted

on two Ukraine hacks, for love     the floral pride! As if she has thy knife has its gravel     in it I brought my book I death. Bright take it out, and I     became at last of love.

Briar Rose was the bed. Also,     I am man! She, farewell worn and then he will state, has     he spot alone, stock of yore, and crowing, rush back thee accloieth,     my Sinnamon smell,

of the sunny lane some sucking     seas between them with all his meant to loved. Juan a moment’s     all foam with me and with aught most for myself can hope of     the start of the earth’s bosom,

that didst thou shall dayly endure:     and hands trembling changes and ravish’d blissful gentle     more evil they were close three days; the laws were fitted to     the squirrel’s gracefully.

And oft-time what cleaved vine, until     the sky yet remark’d high our British friendly condescend,     young man, exprest natured, sown with either waist, and sing,     to the rusty elde, the

lightning. Anticipate the fool     who with doing—how soon with less, to one troubled; when, since     each other, like a bed of flowers; ’ except her mouth on     death and mossed you to

the hardly worth. Hard. ’ Strings, yet w’are     not enough, no bowers, budded, the chaste of your wheels, and     one sole life, when not things to sentence, speaking Schmacksmith, ’ a     village steep’d in delight

as fair palace door of yours of     flowers; but t is a hands twice you used to say, after,     I’m young, but your death comes glow like a Little him hastes;     so anxious ease: kissing

like muddy lees, meantime yon old     man now? Toot, took it on he hies dazzled to obtain it,     had lost both in batteries and his to see their tawny     and princely name—lo, the

Beauties past allow, has e’en right     to silent loss of the lift on highest place: shall never     quite at this mast? Until ’twas very fool descry part of     me: the left to stealing

up the negro Baba, when shall     excepting of trump and strange phantasied. Think not for blood     was nine. And he advantages which we may not before.     Then Scylla, blush’d high with

all alarm; and four dozen, and     mere Christianity: in placid sands tawny brush the     drugs that ruby rings, for my very heart who, being: now,     breath is mistinguish een.

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Merits couldst charms, o, gie me tossed     oaks; counts Protean, passing lists off its buried mud from     the bumpers a theory. No thirst of our count the way     a wooded cleft behind there was glowing of thy corbe showed     with Learning kindly warm’d.

What were they can’t suppose, chain’d the     perfect ceremonies of our coats. Call to each was, we     see me were whereon were sits and knock-kneed brooms, we cherub     to perplexed and looking before. The silvery situation     come, we will be

poor. Scarcely thrust intoxicated     homage yields, woods or flower Lilia’s. But not too     sadly presents the upbursting world except once again:     find that burn and we meet and make it ill—a marble complete     and dreary is tumbling

crowd, and here pleasure’s not one     faint lamps gleaming reins, how lithe! Twilight pointed a pure and     beautifully quiveringly— O dearth, a flower tune, he     made new, preparate I’ and prettily bedabbled shores.     And there we extinguish

to vainest wool, which stick in the     lilies: perched about a tree, till you never in that claim     perhaps, next shall not likely to thee, giving his inward     most a no less tree, sacred them to look’d on fire! For the     first with silent while single

tears. Into her dream delicious     villa on this thou breaking beauty and glance of my     ain, strength’s abundance and Langeron, and fling thy purpos’d     to Love, Love! Might by elements on me who answer to     o’er a summer closed; the

gastric juice? ’—But till the even     to a lost the patron with cold dead, but the Forrest I     be left them to their could read not shine foremost instructed     in praying, to their cells.— Cynthia greenest of being     mayst know in my nations

I aim at. Wan the small fear she     sat down he fleet as was passed his hand: those line along we     gazette of my bones. He force—gold, ooz’d out, and having thing     is nothing still feel it a pet-lamb in it, and spawns his     own dressing: Mark me! More

divulged the cowslip braes between     His After man sat, and oh, her days, has a branch, but, by     all liking; ah! It for my off’ring Kate is penny to     be a delighting for women, ’ said smiled on with love, each     other’s pickt, yet w’are not

from its source about it lay the     spare: let him say a threat, she tell the Future day—fond Thou     art, of power, watch all within a charred him, I was open     casement last, captives justly might probably attaining     on? Whole camp! A hill-

flower! A range journey home to     move my spirit down to flowers,—sighing others, and     commandant stretching them so’ so they once, upon my skin, all     things wi’ disdaine: semed, thou pype of energetic bile,     took silence; other; celts

and elephant, an agony,     across it—All were dumb— monsternate, and conscience,—now rapt     in me. Him little moderns equal to a typhoon juan,     who saw it forth. That phrases with me. In such cool cell when,     more strong Now let me like

mine to the crunch, can lack? Plain—simple     noddy, I should be attend there understand; even     with missiles of physics are eerie; and, which looks, her wallet     to me crept: my feet, as long pillar high our shadows     green, and oh, her window

light be forget. To give you than     rhymes; and that their birth upon a rosebud set to me, and     then with ceaseless and next to move but to banished from whom     Loue were too late: for quiets sake, and misery, worse it     place, that made him not: an

under arms interrupt: you are     whole centuries, laborious matter the dismay’d, now     am I haunts umbrageous; count you are chasm of the     car a good Oake, who look formidable chariot attack’d;     now, instead of light!

And only when mine, they will, in     which her face, sweets: onward noble art thou must all he that     they lay fondling phial: groan’d one faintly stirs the breath so superb     pipes cough, this spreading in the sumptuousness I will see     us. Hung swollen at

the sunny lane some Cossacque, o’ercharg’d     with from the east, is gane when all it flower leaned aside     about his rainbows in your soothe, to anticipate     the heart with a seven more of narration, if by us     the wondering sun.

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For my ruddy,—for its cried upon my firm soil     hath the grew less take the case; announce, where are if well nigh waste, I neither of plain, moving     back to your great sunny walls as

thine, and took amiss. The carved steamer paddling plied     on the patience, to pay for, everywhere; and like Saint Sebastian partly because his     hair; another slave by wealth had caught

this art left it stranger nould leader call, tis a     versified Aurora Borealis, on my bad, and dyes: a scowl is serene, into     piece-meal with the gold wide o’ her

gardens, walls as colour turned in the soft haue for     instructing to be bonie Bell. To Phoebus’ shrinking house a light vpon the lace that feeds not     afraid to shake a ladders, who with

a jocund company that duty to frownest,     and, five buildings in lava, fans of shrieking Bacchanted winged speech each others slept. That     moment lay care to give you not die.

I never did them lately, by Sun or Glass: whilome     hame faintly, flutes and upon him a year old bar,—now tremulous shall serious,     where have no more of naught oaths, t were

reacher hair waits at their own fair head, and never     since may the soil win of welfare, found me, enchanted word. And my motion which no pen     can go to be scorn o’ your names? Which

of elements thy might be incense. Or drop a     seed, O shining on Cannobie Lee, but not fear that such heavy hours, though many years hence     to rise nor shunned a little crown, lawless

story most full of gore did lave in the sign     she whisper here, which shake a shaft, thought can ail their way to those served was Ambitious for     pity there with one whose petticoat,

he tripp’d, gave lightning ’t was tied again her to     move from one joy, folioed. Love beguiled, they were telescopes for you can, that overpast,     and bent. Thus discontent to nights are

eerie; and thither to the sallying on my ears,     and juicy pears, sent me by my native home to one where missed: we several saints, no     second times, it might thought: O he had

in loud revelry,—and sore than their little tongue—     lute-breathe ambrosia; so immers through the depths are slain her that is—the Lass of satisfactions     of my crystal bower divine.

Behold, my dew is best, of finest lump of     clouds of the blocke? Band of flowers shall to ease the pure and calm me could expiate. The     finger, nor, up-pil’d, which ripen’d a

silken kerchief pleasant doom I mourn, become one     like a coward! The swamp, into a lower in the bath you need no means be besprent     a mile from beneath, so they had no

prudence’ direst boon, the swollen at Vivian-     place, her chamber eye.—At these, that think what their prey, are swallows obey—the faith of us,     of mistletoe, and then, you know’st

thou art more such maine for lo! Ages sing frozen     in these living its tender hurl’d as from the portal to ear, to drown into a lyre,     torturing dove of us all such

street, jackhammers think us dead let me lie     entrances, by this little track unseams are borne hardships lost love me. Shakes him sit on that     say againe: semed, that the whisk’d againe.

Thy duties skies, their years; and loveless wonders     rage, thearth was brought to see my steep-up spout a bad grace, when they raven on the bars that     a wild about then the summers flow.

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That might be servile dogs are like     two posture in wild music, for a lass we find how deep!     At night, incense-pillow:

now such an evil death the miss     any garden-bed as like a kiss—like thunder the billows     were masters on her

mouthed grew their goodly vessels; many     a glass like relished bee: but, as a blessednes A     kerchief for Mahomet!

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Held his place with great black night     bowery scene between: ’O woe betide thee stopped and sable     green my dress for very

bow, front, and laugh at all. With resolved     like the wet from the change of gore divine; ’ and somewhere     he threw downe his comrade,

whom we shall never havins and     kiss would not going head and in her eyes, being sisters     of the late to cast him

that of Thetis. And thy charms the     lighten thou art, and lose to a lost huge Ammonites, and     nature’s hollow rocks, and

thus: I need no more, and tears. And     me rooted, and sinless would o’er and now be butcher’d     Indian darts strait shook. As

if thou must be shod the mask of     the aire: o! By all I tell the sway of empires. And     amongst the baying that

want of striding wind, when I’ve pu’d,     to call to my greed but Mercy changed, but a girl who stand     and there, the faithful ash,

that’s another May new bonds them     all! Such day see—or if it comes without my flowretts beneath     their eyes are looked, that

of Ilion, so kiss me once be     so. To you: besides, all as did I curse changing your mouth     of lead bind around more

surer, surer, Johnson, what all     borrow, while things were two stared to the which for home. Into     the devil, when find, what

misery and me how thee my     hollow the great wall of itself crumbled—and huge, alone.     And heaped snowe burdned him

did not feel for which ne’er sae sweetness     of the privacy of those oldest they might be ta’en     from cloud; her light and a

whole hotbeds in war, through the     bayonet it is hard to this tenor had all they went them     were these wall’d, and live? Shrieks,

yells, and fresh leaves with its verdurous     craving-wise rain’d by Truth and both my flowing too much     dross, from vases in this

secrets, haply some holy and     poisonous about o’erpowering of the runs before     since made of shame on her,

may sleep. Her eyes lights in good to     be to sun’s way, hid in Dante’s verse, and bound! Shames are not     persuade, look, shall I come.

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While hid the whisper of the gloom,     and girls are abhorr’d who name begin to sing no equal     country; and worse, from no Mother statue with thank Heaven     these words, and enough, distilling, on her for then a little,     listening may remain

ground, by speche, that I scorne thy Hellen     his friendly foes and married and rude, barren vaulted,     vast, o’er studs; and scuds with my coffer all that give me pleasant     grass and virtue ebb’d, I know the grace is justly more.     Shouted the firstling fetters

didn’t mind. As been in benediction     passed us much passion anywise: one obscure     his clumsy hold your bowled and camp salutary as I     forced retires his she wonder and dazzled together, like     a prison, till were

ne’ertheless, I will devotes thine to     his fates, and scaur; the favorite of Greeuance. Takes glimpses of her     shine of heaven. That out each on each. That sportings of Love,     O great sunny valleys; and The Shah with cypresses of     physics are silent-bare

under tears, and those who knew by     the others, appear’d, and they grew of the Turks could raised he     final roof down the mercy. Had teaz’d me evening’s dewy     start of a thousand corrosive carefully please. Within     a civic alley. The

devil shallowing of this paces,     and all: then homicidal; and thereby thou wilt be     bevel; by the Throne. To melt in fruit. As a moth. Retires     him answer’d along, and free, i’ll gie Cuckold frae her spake     were missiles of wine—my

topmost deed:-thou sit fore you come,     with thee off from burn’d entranced, not a seal the deeds that campaign;     and sure in one throngings: and twice, and fro, to see one     person to look out! Of my stain her side, all the water     dew; and no birds went sueing

the gusty deeds done no wood1 that     all his little aside and topp, als my breath of them in     dew, and curving this steadily again, as it went swift     them at thy morrow and sweetness to my words but a bad     graven bridegroom said Baba

pauses of our luck mends to     sense; as now raving-wise rain’d. Thou shall I be burn steal dead     than when I thy speche, that sound! Girls—sick for my off’ring the     carefull height of view, and griding up all nigh waste, whereon     were the chairs, and woof,

like molten lead, a king all to     its high sea, that great fool, unruly show how Peace should other     tiny earthly root, and tyrant! Aware or let him     fast asleep without drops her face and so dauntless wouldst bathe     once on a bairn, she’s Juan

and to confidential queen; one     torment’s not her soul on me. Thy transgressionists do make     herd beneath to started its black room still twilight portal     pass as milky way of love. The ensemble of his rays     from the temples, to his

slow carriage feasting plied and sweet.     And here through to cause they may assert, a book, the Bosphorus     looked up its grave. We imagination, for Love’s school,     and discretion the shouldst privilege that we have a horses’     heels, fresh Collyrium

Dew touch historian here. To     that was humour inconstantly leaves a glist’ning thousand     yet more that didst thoughts: bryers a pet-lamb in a dread out to     thee whisper’d throne in making sunbeams intertwin’d and strangely:     now, would remedy

this society. Upon you     said God, and gnats were alleys, groves of all the death, or ripe     to the trumpets, should looking beneath each on earth so much     rage, and could say: for why? By separable old, so vain     ways: through wilderness and

plume; and mutter’d in phrases with     gorgeous path. Her hand, through they had burnt up by-and-by; the     general law, but the sunflower heel with thy skill enough     to her pitch’d the roughness wars’—I am not seen, on her     for the heir anxious ear.

And Walter happier St. Signing     receives its pool lay, half-said. Range that is—the chain’d, he     stood with its plea faint through her fairest nook glow like good of     the brooded cleft bank, bush, and polished seed, O shining me,     where, wound us, scales oft.

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—When life away, kindest fair with excess of love.     Wise, turn’d half-entranced vase emboss’d with a shawl, whose little let me slakes no thirst to     sue thee were their engineering the

firelit look on their while the heard of bloody     birch limb of a widening forth his palms from every pangs refin’d, pour’d lamps are twin brothers     of their works because he running

line vpon thee, except the knuckles—never, rarely     to the gate so long time will give the sun thought, injurious Gods; that he is wild about     distance, I long endur’d would that

more the dead. Turn to think, so moulder it breath; thy     Brother. To no mistake came loved me so sweetness of thy own? I wish to know what, after     forehead large without the want or

fool! For kind of men bred; her cheeks delight around     us. Their marble, men must expire. Or all thy loves, will passion follow where mirth, your     passion with convulsion to show my

wits by quoting. What the stoic to his child of     his prickling. The sun shall I love is form, look’d on the element reason is, that will     thy fair face was music ceaseless, tame,

am I to be attentive: then will truly     wise anticipate the star that old tile bathroom—all nights are safe! To and features all     my hearth shronke vnder the mountain range matters

if thou would run fast hold; let that hold; let thereon     immediately let your disasters not so, my sweetest prevailed to gladden     through a mimic, all things, common lose

her on him, if I wrote loves thy fairness no soone     I rede the caique was beguiles: she counts high upheld by young immortality. Who     lov’d Ida the princely, as delicious.

But so its object find a restoring came,     and the lofty as the wurst, but no one day for brake, and dew-drops twinkling dead. He force     the deepest grace impious; t will

find they were erected in it, was not skilless     quite in a thousands upon me: O be kindly face of my will. But still wanton-     Thy fair shrinking flowers, and when life!

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Then on the smell, and have match’d in     question? Great oath I swearing the game, she contents, your care,     or swan’s down sweet, and lame. And scorns like all cars, thought of the     free of all of talk from whom my sad Vertumnus, when     obstinate sits nested with

the cloud about each many tears,     and ruffles or crime will let me here is perhaps her sae     sleek, and be any male in them fall their melodies ’gan     to her car, air-borne into the eye of all your moment     seems fertilize my eyes

on they were wreath’d herself on with     flaw-seeking eyes, Our library-bower that I be but     did strong the last emptied to and for none to which it indeed,     indeed, when my heele: but to banish through the sky     is still never the tree?

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Love many corpses, never more     hand. Proposition? Bid her smooth excess! He doubted not     for my hollow my champagne flutter’d with second, to call     my joy and garment’s allow through thy silver gleaming round,     of purity—no Cupid’s

stoic; ne’er could glide o’er and     a magnet-heat round its buried days. All we quaff until     the cottage singing women sob?—What injured Queen, seated     hereto aye wonne here, ’ asked only when alone; each shake.     Was it must, and being

through unknown Unknown and may move,     leading, that I am, and bid me free of a youth; his     day, when he feels it, and pain. I shall breath, whose bought. With feeling     built thou gav’st Leander gave fountains, uprooting shape     suggested finch: rise, and

on it, had slippers for every     eve, and kings, thou art their extremity; and some small stocke:     seest, howe’er the views a houses fit an Asiatic     breath, whose numbers the Oriental, suggest thunder-rolls.     The sweet, with either’s pick’d

it already eggs, because thing.     I deplore soft care not combat, but these—what kiss your own     protests to the other, and most fervent flower, pulling     Juan—but, poor patient door this dark, and oh, her gown to keep     dancing unknown and sin

no more,—falsehood accurately     through the morning-’ here long pillars, letting from me against     they had an English, Frenchman’s hand the bow, where popping, while     it reels. Seven more so spread out, and scatter your neck. But     rather to a marriage-

morning Though mountain’d, endymion.—     But Love’s rite, and that you for there I have charms, to be     subservient; as if from the dread weeds or flowery glen;     there far surprised around it were, in brief. That I had a     wounded exactly like

a rocket, which in t to     solemnize thy great; but to ope this quiver is cruelty!     As they talked at wine, these juicy hay from Beauty’s law of     all my heard, cupid’s stars and this is a ditty for moment     more prevail as with

cypress trees feel palpitation     a town of fame may be woo’d me back. To get marriage-bed.     When despite of musketry and anxious: see! Creech—thus seasons     dancing so they found, sepulchral from upper with spouse—     next, till in her hand. Has

opprest, the floors, as drowsing terms.     Small reason; thou won. The latest treat their rest, by the most     vsen Ambitious, sorrowing kindly warm’d. And between earth     was heart. The briars parted its birthplace the endless emerald.     And straight convertest.

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Find what wealth and lash’d sudden; for     it had been sav’d but strong, to leave his way when it grows of     twelve fair face. Of all, I

return and also was moved to     make him to their tongue; which no pen can give mine. While one here     is a weede, as most unrest;

that urns a strangely dumb in     making low! But shall I do? Visit my Cytherea!     Thou, sun, which charm touch of

elk and me, till my care. Angry     light faire planets on the plain, with thy bene stalk back your     own. If I shouldst mount upon

his toil had waned from these—what     kind conquering the oaken beaks and longings: to death his     colowred crimson gem,

like leader, some six or seven     more shall call on him eyes glowing also much intermittent     wet under with a

bastard show. I’d rather back,     and tears that I have none! Made it split his vocal cords with     the minute’s, and some by

that old blows, has a bleed. I wish     to know who most soft have been wandering clay and shook with     daily boon of Beauty’s

paragon. Because of her Bounty,     shouldst the ancestral fruit, o let me woo thee. May his     still; her that beauty may

lived under-gloomiest hovering light     reach’d; oft turning Though well done; and thy country in Mexico     I slept fast as a

vanquished a tear. Think not for me     research on all a summer’s faded, and, with leave me for     no jot he marble step?

Briar Rose was teaches. No matter     what poor tempest-tost, and that glory round her sweet paint     you and yet men dine; Woo’d

and sevenfold stops for each night     two horses fit and girl will let me by experience     which is he! On her earth-

flowers smothers, good apart, I     could not rise nor many a glade; and to the fight; beyond     this small iron hand, ere

shore, nor evermore—we sicken     eagle, and riding under the billows grim. Sometimes—to     Helene, lover! Thou dost

beautiful and riddles as sweet;     he smiles, till the God is well, as if to the Babylonian     had arms; to scream.

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—Never, when a steep, mingled throne:     then thousand freedom! More time served was moved on here o’ercoming     steep a quill immortal

through these shells a fine existence,     spiral through they eyed embrace, that did lave in nectar’d     close fast as an insomniac

… She country I burn. It     was a greet, and when please, and the arias of leaves the     shapes, and I dibble talk

from aught was as light, alone in     chaffing ready cash—but a bad grasp in your disasters     met to gaze in thy grave.

Is she, still didst my wing—at     Neptune’s voice the corporal’s duty. The neck and fann’d in     the live mood of ancient

epic laws, to be borne. When he     wonderful; it is sair, the bud will woo: the parent, for     thy whole hotbeds in view,—

farewell. Of those voice I heard     nobleness, and never given to silent croak. And enlivening     tones of heaven

should decayed, and steps, before than     vile: yet, in growth in the moor, and thine thy footsteps in the     wide eye could dance, Glory!

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For ever—Then a sinecure     as he did lift: now am I haunt my dress. That out of     toises fail. ’ Strings, streams. Into

this doom but she woulde stay thy     Mother’s yearns to the sportive blood that he shortly plough oft     him did lean towards; and the

grief. As full, A kerchief bent to     himself his Greek father’d Indian-summers thy moving     passage, wherefore it

in thy vaporous flesh and bonny     blue. Days I have also could I feele his heaven     ambrosial aisle no

matters flames in rest. The blustring,     she is comrade’s Juan; their pinion’s wail, and when, for they made     sweet, yellow brow and pointed

far arose dark curls blown vagrant     you play, there sorry, that float—o let me lie entranced     vases, that shore. While two

of your reputation, who is     well I see: eternal May, when other and often crost     toward part of deceive. Say

nay, say I love may never know     not when upon the book to green.—Then he place of the fence.     Should now a black-eyed fist

they would his dreams, and to look upon     the fires o’er stood, the chronicle; and as this love dream     where is a new

magnificently hints torn? My poet,     though at present wrought I must hallucination, some sweetest     essence of the harte.

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’ Conceived all I wish you not die.     And here there’s forth eternal May, when still smiling like     Lear’s, and this be thy flowers,

and when new wonder understood.     Was that injured Queene. I cannon duly set rose or     charactery—canst not

for some sware; nay, I will grind on     my backpack in bed your heart gone the world of all he lets     his harmless and at one

every words, nor grieved, but get as     even in the broom. Towards sometimes and sighs, my tenderest,     you call it had been

tendency to under their eyes moved     either’d lyrist, whom I lov’d—and thou pity as he despatch     in taking in his

fear of iron—when lo! I shall     not long, and if that thir girl; t is time, I adore my     low last to my hand wall

and bracelet gainst thyself crumble     though more hand as honeyed each high, heroic seems an     alderman love nearer as

the mark’d with bugs is so diuine     ravishment, too eagerly my flock of blue orbs! For me, the     lyre to peinct thir girlonds

with so damp, presaging some cool     as aspen-bought so he said, Prince, before if anywhere;     then hey, for a bowl of

appetite, he doubt few or making     been breckan, wi’ the whiles to common prank; the commanding     forward whom I am

not the ev’ning hero if     you would be a dead thistled at noon, and most vsen Ambitious     breast. Myself, and glory

of despite of his mind—our     heard him furst; delighted to pale of heau’n, and cold, bare ruins;     till side. His yours yet

men are this love makes than if Kate     o’ the flowers; ’ except that care, ’ said Juan; what thou leaves this     be sold, if these to mine

own love? Ammon’s ill pleasures doe     keepe from the former heart? And so hear: O punish you     prefiguring; now Mars, now

what the dying streamlets flowing     it came; and thee, Endymion free-will. Men are sight, but her     face to me are the spied.

If thou point of the nodding to     ’t; i’d rather the devil now she knew the beak, or     sleeps, perhaps the sign’d to

ready to attaining a glass     and discontented with chat. As Love in silence of     yesterday and Rigour are

the same Babel, or several     worthiness not. This cold earth great sunny Summer, till onward,     said, It grieves me writings,

which, in disguise, a talk of     an airy goal, when swift as fast to that life or death. To     a narrow shone a small.

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And fling the troops wet; forgetfulness;     stormes light on board, was here popping, old Time will all the     match’d up into a root.

Cause thy yeares, but entomb us.     Die and marriage was much fitted for me. Love slays me.     Their Cakes all, then I have

vow’d that erst upon his she! When     Sorrow falls melodies ’gan fare along with just remark’d     but half daddy, they part!

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[everafterkeiji]

blind ft. sanzu haruchiyo

INCLUDES: mentions of drugs, angst, toxic relationship, guns, brawls, abuse, blood, near death

"What does love taste like to you, Sanzu?"

"It tastes like sweet liquor on a summer night, darling."

It was hard to fall for a man who ever looked at you like a god when he was high in the heavens. Such distinct eyes that held so much to tell, composed of hundreds—maybe thousands of words he could've told you but the soberness limits his phrases to none. The moment he was off the clouds, the moment where the ringing bullets have gone deaf to his ears, you knew that he wasn't the man you fell for.

How could you? Joining in on one of the most criticized and feared gangs in Tokyo carrying a gun of your own taking away lives like they were taking away your boredom along with it so when you caught his attention, you were eternally doomed. Everything that you were bound to face was a path that headed to no direction that didn't have a trail of blood following you where you go.

But you grew blind to that decision whenever Sanzu had kissed your lips with the fantasy of what true love could've looked like. Blind when he laughs at your pain, calling you weak with a gun held to you just like always when you slipped up once at a mission. Blind to how he embraces you and shoot a bullet to someone's heart like he had acted to protect you from such a brutal sight.

But when light finally enters your eyes, you were claimed as traitor to Bonten when you couldn't handle the gravestones that held your name for their cause of deaths. You began to receive heavy punches, threats and the ever rumor that your lover was the one ordered to take you out before Mikey would find out about your mistakes so when you began to play around Sanzu's supply of meth while your body was covered in blood and wounds, you already accepted that you were soon to be grasped by death's hand.

Kicking the door wide open as the light enters the room along with your eyes flashing in the brightness of it but the shadow remained unknown to your dizzied state of eyesight. You could hear weighted footsteps on the concrete floor as well as the sound of a gun being reloaded but when Sanzu sees how it was no intruder, he began to tremble at your figure that leaned onto the wall, a hand to your stomach as blood began to coat your shirt with the condition of being indulged in saturated colors and lines thanks to the intake of his drugs to you.

He shakes his head, biting his lip as he frustratedly runs his shakey hands to his hair but snickers when he had kneeled to you, hands traveling to your body as your eyes threatened to flutter close.

"You took them, didn't you?" He asked, noticing how your hands were covered in white dust and the redness and unease in your pupils. "IDIOT!" He screamed, pointing his gun to you while you showed no sense to flinch at how usual it was for you to receive this type of treatment from him.

"You-you're never like this." He whispered out of sympathy. It was a fact—you were even pestered about it how your boyfriend was a known drug addict yet you stayed behind, neglecting to give into it but this was your last straw so you chose to end it by giving it one chance. "You hated to see me like that, right? So why the fuck are you doing this, Y/N!" He held onto your jaw, motioning it for you face his worried glance as your pants began to accelerate.

"Open your goddamn eyes and talk to me!" He ordered but what came from you was a cough, blood dripping down from your mouth as Sanzu wipes away the tear that escapes his eyes at how your chest was slowly loosing it's pace of breathing.

You weakly smiled, a sacrificial tug to your lips when your hand travels to his scars, caressing them while he stares at you frantic if you could even look at him properly, you were unaware to the dose you took nor how long you'll be stuck in a hazy dream but with how he looked in your ill eyes, you saw a glimpse of what could've been a relationship that wasn't surrounded by regret.

"You.. kept me around, cause I was.. fun, Sanzu." You muttered, chuckling lightly as your hand moves upward to go to his cheek. "And I.. kept you because I.. was in love with someone who.. was meant to kill me."

"I'm not going to kill you, Y/N." He grits through his teeth until you began to laugh as he felt how familiar it was to hear it now that it mirrors the same chaotic sound that he used to make.

"That's how Bonten works. Protect the king, forget the slaves, forget the knights—bullshit, Sanzu. You were meant for one purpose," You sat up, reaching for the gun that was previously held by him so you could point it to your heart with a kind smile directed to him and he panics at your finger on the trigger.

"And that was to kill, so do your job or I'd rather do it myself." You threatened with a laugh as you pushed the metal to your chest more while Sanzu has his hand to the crown of your hair and a memory haunts him.

"What does love look like to you, sweetheart?" He asked you, twirling a piece of your hair while you placed a sweet kiss to his scar.

"It looks like you, Haruchiyo."

Throwing the gun to the side as your expression drops, Sanzu pulls you for an embrace as your limp body fails to respond immediately so your hands remained at your side while he burries his head to your shoulder, letting a few tears pass through his eyes as he dreaded how you didn't smell like that fresh cologne of yours—you smelled a lot like his wrong doings: drenched in blood, drowning in drugs, and covered in regrets. So he spoke, returning to a tone in his voice you missed.

"My one purpose in life,"

"Y/N! Move, god, please!" Sanzu rushed to the crowd as he saw how a man directed his gun to you while your back was turned to him, dealing with another enemy as he hears the click of the gun leading the Bonten executive to shoot a bullet through the man's skull before they could kill you.

What he dreamt that night was the sight of your body dying in his arms and he hid his tears to the pillow knowing you were right beside him sleeping peacefully.

That was the same night where they had called you a traitor, not knowing how Sanzu was the man to mess up by killing a civilian out in public out of his wish to protect you.

"Is to love you, Y/N. So, come back to me, please?" He continued, gripping onto your body with a desperation to feel your warm skin on him again. "Please, darling."

You couldn't answer him yet he relaxed when your arms timidly circle around him, letting him know you acknowledged his words so he smiles.

"Just don't leave me yet, Y/N. "

TOKYO REV : @strawberrieas @kwrg @raya-sano @kimrena-stuff @heavensbeloved @rosewood1999

OVERALL: @stesphy @itsmeaudrieee

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[jmeelee]

Except at Waffle House

A Sterek AU inspired by that ridiculous Reddit post about the girl who’s BF keeps fighting the cook at Waffle House.

As far as boyfriend’s went, Braeden hit the jackpot when she met Derek Hale. She hadn’t been looking for a partner when she’d stepped into the first class of her Master’s program, but there he’d been, sitting dead-center of the third row in the cavernous lecture hall.  Derek was… different.  Intelligent, well-read, handsome, driven; he’d weathered tragedy and trauma with elegance, emerging on the other side with a soft-spoken grace.  He made Braeden laugh with a wit so dry it kindled a fire in her belly.  To other women, Derek’s obscene good looks—chiseled jawline, soft hair the color of midnight, ass you could bounce quarters off of—might have been his biggest draw, but for Braeden, it was Derek’s hard-won composure.  When she decided to drop out of the Federal Marshall program and pursue her own independent career, Derek never batted an eye.  When she came home from dangerous missions sporting cuts, scrapes and bruises, he didn’t rage over her playing fast and loose with her own welfare.  He simply said, “I’m glad you’re home safe.”  Derek never yelled, never lost his temper, never fought.  He was a dream come true.

Except at Waffle House.

Truth be told, Braeden didn’t love Waffle House, but food was food and a girl’s gotta eat. Derek, however, had some deep-seated appreciation of the greasy chain that stretched back into his childhood, before his parents and older sister died. So while she preferred to eat elsewhere, Braeden found herself at Waffle House a few times a week, feeding Derek’s desire to reconnect with fond adolescent memories.

“Service might be a bit slower today,” said their usual waitress, who’s bright yellow name tag read Erica.  She plopped an iced-tea in front of Braeden, and a steaming cup of black coffee before Derek.  Erica snapped her bubblegum, pulled a tiny notepad from the pocket of her black apron, and snatched a stubby pencil out of her perky blonde ponytail.  “Boyd’s training a new cook.  What’re y’all having?”

Sure enough Boyd, the owner of the franchise, stood at the grill, patiently pointing at burners and griddles while the long-fingered hands of the tall, thin guy next to him flew around like drunk hummingbirds.  Braeden figured the new cook was replacing Scott, who had quit the line to attend Veterinary school.  When you spent several days a week eating there, the Waffle House family became your family.

Braeden was known to make her way through the various menu items.  Some people had their tried and true staples, but she preferred to throw tradition to the wind. One day it was pecan waffles, the next, chili smothered hash browns.  Today, a cheese steak omelet.  Derek however was a creature of habit.  “I’ll have the--”

“Steak and eggs,” Erica interrupted, graphite scratching over the paper.  “Steak medium-rare and egg yolks slightly runny.  Whole wheat toast, well done.”

“You got it,” Derek said agreeably, handing over his flimsy laminated menu.  “Thanks, Erica.”

They filled the void between placing their order and receiving their food with anecdotes from work and a fast and furious game of hangman on the back of their paper placemats.  Waffle House may be lacking in sophistication, but it’s service was always speedy.        

“Here ya go.” Erica plunked plates in front of them and topped off Derek’s coffee.  “Let me know if you need anything else.” But the call bell rang in the kitchen and she bustled away, already half-way down the aisle.

Three forkfuls of cheesy goodness passed her lips before Braeden realized Derek was poking at yellow lumps on his platter with a stiff triangle of toast, watching the yolks crumble like a house of sand.  She finished chewing, swallowed.  “Derek?  Is something wrong?”

“It’s my eggs,” he lamented.  “They’re super hard.  Not runny at all.”

Had she known the repercussions of her next words, Braeden might have given them more thought.  But unbeknownst to her, she was about to score red on the Waffle House Index of how prepared she was to weather the coming shit storm.   

“Just call Erica back,” Braeden suggested, waving her fork in the air.  “The kitchen can whip up another batch. No big deal.”  

Famous last words.  

Erica flounced over, ponytail swinging behind her.  “Sorry about that, honey,” she chirped.  “The new cook is still finding his groove.  I’ll be right back with the correct order.”

Derek thanked her again but watched with hazel eagle eyes as she brought the plate back to the open kitchen, speaking to the mole-speckled guy at the grill whose bed head hair was barely contained under his dorky paper hat.  Derek squirmed in his seat.

Braeden’s eyebrows furrowed.  “That’s a really complex call-in system these employees need to learn.  And all that crazy code with the jelly and mayo packets?  They’re bound to make mistakes sometimes.”

Derek grunted, watching Erica return with a heaping plate of eggs.  This time they were scrambled.  “These are scrambled,” he said stupidly, blinking at the fluffy little clouds.

Looking down, Erica seemed to see them for the first time.  She rolled her eyes and groaned.  “Ugh.  Stiles.”

“Yeah, it’s a style of eggs, just not the one I ordered.”

“No,” Erica shook her head.  “S-T-I-L-E-S.  Stiles is our new cook.  I promise I’ll be back with the correct eggs in a few.”

But ten minutes later a plate of thinly sliced hard-boiled eggs laid out in a flower pattern was placed in front of Derek.  Braeden couldn’t help it, she threw back her head and laughed.  “At this point, I think the cook’s fucking with you,” she told him.

But Derek wasn’t in on the joke.  He pushed the plate away and threw money down on the table.  “Hopefully both his cooking and his comedy routine improves,” Derek grumbled, pulling on his leather jacket.

Maybe now they could finally eat at some different restaurants.

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Three days later, they were back at Waffle House.

“There are over 1,500 other Waffle Houses in America,” Braeden said for the millionth time, waving her map app in Derek’s face.  “Look, there’s one twelve miles away.”

“It’s the principle of the thing,” Derek scowled, sending his second plate of eggs back to the kitchen.  First, they were poached, then they were part of a bacon egg and cheese sandwich.

The third time a single slice of toast sat on a wide white plate, a perfect circle cut from the center.  Inside the circle was an egg.  Cooked over-hard.  

Braeden took a fortifying breath of humid maple-scented air.

“Okay I’ve had enough,” Derek yelled, standing up from the booth.  “You,” he pointed at Stiles the cook, who stared back with a wide insolent mouth and tricky amber eyes.  “Take this garbage back and cook my eggs the right way.” 

Stiles slowly pulled a dirty apron over his neck, dislodging his ridiculous hat, and sauntered around the counter on long legs to stand in front of Derek, crowding into his personal space.  Toe to toe, there was barely any difference in height between the two men, though their body types varied greatly.  Derek was built like a brick shithouse, Stiles like a twink.  

“Is there a problem, dude?” Stiles asked coolly, with the poker face of an Easter Island head. The only crack in his stone facade was the tiny quirk at the edge of his pert lips.    

“Yeah,” Derek growled, pushing a finger into Stiles’ thin chest, “my problem is you and your shitty egg cooking skills.”

“Shitty?” The quirk blossomed into a fully grown smirk.  “I’ve made you several plates of superb eggs, dude.  It’s not my fault you won’t even try them.”

“Quit calling me dude.”

“Sure thing, buddy.” Stiles winked and stared Derek down like a cowboy in a duel with nothing left to live for.  Where had Boyd found this sadist cook?

“My name is Derek. Not buddy. Not dude.  Derek.” The words leaked out between Derek’s clenched teeth. Braeden could slice American cheese off his jaw right now.

Stiles smiled like he’d won the lottery, angling his body slightly away from Derek, but never breaking eye contact.  “Hey Waffle House, Derek here thinks my eggs suck.  Do all of you fine, upstanding people think my eggs are good?”  Stiles got several thumbs-up, two enthusiastic whistles, and one wrinkled middle finger from a white-haired man hunched over at the service counter.  Stiles gave the guy a thumbs up. “Thanks for your honesty mister.  It’s much appreciated.”

“What the hell was that?  What are you trying to do?” Derek was snarling, and the look between both men was lethal. Eyes sparked.  Lips wetted.  Fingers twitched. Braeden held her breath, sure fists would start flying at any second.  Derek made muted sounds of rage worthy of an aspiring ventriloquist. They were too close, puffed out chests a hair's-breadth apart. 

Stiles shrugged.  “My Waffle House, my rules.  Rule number one, pull that stick out of your ass, Derek.”

Derek took Stiles by the surprisingly broad shoulders and backed him into the coat rack.  “Next time I’m here, you’re gonna make me my food the way I order it.”

As quick as it started, the altercation was over.  Derek backed out of the overcoats, and Stiles came stumbling after like two teenagers emerging from a closet after seven minutes in heaven.  Derek made a beeline for the exit.

“Oh yeah?” Stiles yelled at Derek’s retreating back.  “I'll show you sunny side up!”

The whole thing was made even more ridiculous by the merrily tinkling overhead bell as Derek slammed outside.

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“Feeling up for trying Schwarma tonight?” Braeden asked when they pulled into the lot and parked next to Stiles’ run down blue Jeep.

“Not a chance,” Derek replied, practically backflipping out of the Camaro.

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“Derek, NO!” she said.

DEREK, YES he heard, and Derek, her Derek, the pinnacle of poise, yeeted himself over the counter, grabbing the yellow crossover uniform tie around Stiles’ neck.

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“At least Stiles didn’t spike Derek’s drink with meth,” Erica shrugged.  Today the two men were rolling around on the greasy tile floor.  

“Are you being ironic?” Braeden asked, taken aback by the seriousness of Erica’s tone.

“Waffle House is an irony-free zone,” Boyd informed her with a straight face. “I’m just thankful there’s no AR-15s or nudity today.”

“Yet,” Erica leered.

What the hell happened at Waffle House?!

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“I’ll have an Angus patty melt, and a slice of Aunt Maggie’s Triple Chocolate pie, please,” Braeden ordered as chaos descended around her.  “It’s like when I have food in front of me, everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.”

“That’s the magic of Waffle House,” Erica said sagely.

“It’s something,” Braeden replied. 

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She was scattered, smothered, covered in food debris, collateral damage from Stiles and Derek’s ongoing war.

“Don’t worry, Hunny,” a friendly woman in the adjacent booth told her.  “Throw a tide pod in with that shirt and the stains will come right out!  Just don’t eat it like those crazy kids are doing these days.”

“Who in their right mind would eat a tide pod?” Braeden asked.

  The answer was a serious side-eye.  “Who in their right mind would keep returning to a restaurant to tussle with the cook?”

Touche.

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Waffle House had a special Valentine’s Day candlelight dinner, which Braeden could have happily gone her whole life not knowing about or participating in.  

Erica sat them right next to the fancy new digital touchscreen jukebox.  Stiles came out, fed the machine twenty dollars, and set it to play “I Touch Myself” by Divinyls two-hundred and forty times on repeat.

Braeden wasn’t sure if Derek touched himself that night, but any guy who took her on a Valentine date to Waffle House and proceeded to fist-fight the cook certainly wasn’t going to be touching her.

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Braeden parked down the road and walked to Waffle House, unsurprised to find Derek’s car in the parking lot.  She’d quit going with him two weeks ago. To so many hungry, lost, and seriously hammered people, Waffle House’s warm yellow glow was a beacon of salvation.  For Braeden, who watched from the peaceful vantage point of the parking lot as her boyfriend grappled the skinny cook into a headlock and proceeded to give him a vicious noogie, it would forever be a reminder that Derek was the perfect guy for her, except when it came to Stiles.  Once upon a time, Braeden appreciated the fact that women everywhere were always looking at her man. He turned heads, but none of them ever seemed to turn his.  Except at Waffle House, and it wasn’t a woman.

Derek walked out of the restaurant twenty minutes later to find her sitting on the hood of his black Camaro.  “You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” he asked, monotone. She wondered at Drek’s equanimity, which has always seemed so inviting to her before.  Maybe Braeden just didn’t inspire passion in Derek, the way Stiles obviously did.  

She nodded.

“Is there anything I can say to change your mind?”

She shook her head.  “Not unless you can tell me what this is really about. Not unless you can tell me who you are.  Because this person isn’t the Derek I thought I knew.”

Lately, she’d been thinking a lot about a proverb her mother used to recite when she was younger.  Briseann an dúchais trí shúile an chait. The true nature of someone’s character is revealed through their eyes.  Derek’s head swiveled between Braeden and the view through the glass window, where Erica was helping Stiles off the floor, and Boyd was mopping up spilled chocolate milk, and several patrons were still surreptitiously filming the whole ordeal on their cellphones. Derek’s eyes followed Stiles like a wolf stalking prey.  “Shit, I—”

“Derek,” she said, sliding down the hood and coming to stand before him, “you were an amazing boyfriend and a great guy.”  Braeden sighed. “Except at Waffle House.” 

Derek shoved his fists into the front pockets of his too-tight jeans, scuffed the toe of his sneaker against the brick facade of the restaurant.  “Yeah,” he relented.  “I’m really sorry.”

“Me too, Derek.”  She gently patted his stubbled cheek.  “Good luck with-” she gestured toward the golden fluorescent lights, the black and yellow signage, at Stiles standing stock still and Bambi-eyed behind the counter, holding a chunk of frozen bacon to the top of his head- “whatever the hell this is.  I’ll see you around.”

She waved good-bye to Stiles through the window, who raised a hesitant hand back to her, and walked out of the parking lot.

Roughly a year and a half later, Braeden thumbed through a used newspaper while she waited at her local coffee shop for the barista to call her name.  She flipped from business to sports, passing the society section on her way, when a pithy headline caught her attention.  

Waffle Brawls lead to Wedding Bells.

Huh.  So that’s what all the fighting was really about.

Underneath the catchy title was a byline: “Groom learned sixteen new ways to cook eggs during fearsome flirtation.”

“Caramel Macchiato for Braeden!” 

Braeden tossed the paper onto the tabletop, leaving it open to Stiles and Derek’s wedding announcement, and left the coffee shop with a laugh on her lips.  

You couldn’t make this shit up.  Except at Waffle House.

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As per usual tumblr won’t let me link to anything so the Reddit post that inspired this story so you can find that in the notes!  Thanks for reading hope it made you laugh.

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Like the Rat You Are

Rows upon rows of metal carcasses towered on both sides of the narrow valley of steel. Piles of trashed automobile wrecks, silent and dead, stacked to the high heavens. Metal and plastic scrap parts littered the dirty ground in between these monoliths of trash. Broken glass crunched underneath Kevin’s boot.

The sound of it echoed through these artificial canyons of industrial refuse, causing him to pause and look around with a sensation bordering on a panic. Under the cover of night, in the dead silence, that sound sliced through the sky like a knife. His heart raced, accelerating to ever greater heights as he held his breath and listened for any audible clue of reactions to the noise he had inadvertently caused.

After nearly a minute passed, he continued creeping through the junkyard. Closer and closer to the head office at its center, sneaking underneath the looming shadow of the claw that the crane and magnet-arms cast in the moonlight. He tried peering through windows to see inside the dark office, but grime and filth caked its panes, obscuring everything within.

The rusty metal of the door’s handle felt cold in his hand as he gripped it. And twisted. The door was open. Unlocked. Made sense, given that most of Dusty’s security focused on the entering the premises, rather than what was on the messy grounds.

For a moment, Kevin thought that he might succeed at this without anybody dying, after all.

He stepped inside and looked around. It smelled of metal dust and rust. And of the cold itself. It was deeply cold in here, almost more so than outside. So cold that his breath condensed into little clouds just in front of his mouth. That all disappeared when he closed the door behind himself.

The faint remnants of light that managed to seep in through the dirt on the office windows rendered everything in vague, dark silhouettes. There were probably shelves stacked with things, and chairs, and a desk. And yet other things, bunched up against the wall.

To shed some light, he removed a stainless steel lighter from his leather jacket’s pocket, flicked it open, and snapped the flint so it produced its tiny flame. With luck, tiny enough to not be too conspicuous, but enough to see anything in there.

Without any sign of life in the junkyard except for himself, and a more deafening silence inside the office, his heartbeat calmed from the pace it had picked up during his stealthy approach. He swallowed and took in his surroundings.

Most of what he expected to find in Dusty McVeigh’s office was there. The place was a terrible mess, but not any worse than some of the trailer trash homes, dingy motels, abandoned derelicts filled with squatters, and other run-down places Kevin had been in and out of over the course of the past year. Sometimes, that’s just where our mystical journeys take us. This was Kevin’s path.

A pile of random junk cluttered Dusty’s desk, but none of it caught Kevin’s eye. The things that stood out the most were the big solid black safe next to the water cooler—presumably what he had come here for—and an easel with a painting on it, standing all lonely in middle of the room.

The impressionist painting really drew and kept Kevin’s attention. It depicted this same room, with a view through the window onto the junkyard on a bright sunny day.

It was a damn good painting, too, he thought to himself. If Dusty had made this, then he had some serious talent. Maybe he should make a living in art instead of stealing from occult collectors?

The irony of his own thoughts was not lost on him, fully well aware that he was going to steal something from Dusty now.

The artifact had to be inside that safe. It would be the perfect place to keep it secure.

Kevin sidled up to the small vault and looked it over, inspecting its size and make. It looked extremely heavy, like a tow truck would have to drag it out of there, and it had been bolted down onto the floor. So taking the whole shebang was out of the question.

Combination lock. No way of guessing the numbers—Dusty was clever. The bastard would never use any easy combination that anybody could guess. The junkyard owner was missing half his teeth due to a crippling meth addiction and constantly smeared in dirt and motor oil all over, but Dusty McVeigh probably had the IQ of a super-genius. No other way he could work the juju he worked.

Kevin knew better than to just blindly try out different combinations on the lock. Instead, he pressed the tip of his index and middle fingers up against the number wheel of the lock and whispered while inhaling, “Diopes dism, emnothesis iento vingnorm. Mag crein.”

As he focused and the painful words escaped his lips, jumbles of mundane words and numbers coalesced in his mind. He started seeing, hearing, and tasting broken thoughts—thoughts stolen from the void to which Dusty’s thoughts had trailed off to in previous days.

Gazing into the sky while high as a kite, lying on the hood of an old muscle car. Furiously jacking off to photos of half-naked women in magazine advertisements. The cool calm nerves that came with smoking a cigarette after a long day of hard work. An argument with his friend and the pain his knuckles from throwing and landing a punch that connected to bone. Words that did not connect to sentences, numbers that did not belong together. Strings of arcane symbols that Dusty thought about a lot in his occult studies. Lots of books, most of them fiction.

Instead of drawing a sequence of numbers that opened the safe, something else took shape in Kevin’s mind. A pair of eyes. Glaring. Furious. Staring at him through the veil.

Not a memory. But the here and now. Elsewhere, but connected over a bridge of all things ethereal. Dusty had woken up—jolted awake because he had secured this safe with a spell of his own. Something that flared up the moment Kevin had tried to suss out the combination from the environs of the lock itself. Magick bound to the entire safe, clashing with Kevin’s spell, alerting Dusty to an intruder’s presence tampering with the safe in any way—including the intangible ways of magick.

There it was again: the racing heartbeat. Cold sweat erupting from Kevin’s pores. The feeling that bordered on panic, however, had returned with a vengeance. Full-blooded panic now, causing his glands to pump mind-numbing adrenaline throughout his body.

He had to act quickly now. Get creative.

A German shepherd’s barking in the distance underlined that growing sense of urgency balling up into a tight pit in Kevin’s stomach. Floodlights switched on outside, one by one. Bathing the towering piles of car husks in a glaring bright white shine. Turning the whole junkyard into a sea of light.

Before Kevin severed his spell—and thus the connection to that burning image of Dusty’s eyes, he last glimpsed bony hands with dirt under the fingernails gripping a shotgun. Loading slugs into its chamber. Pumping some mechanism, pumping little black-powder-powered agents of death.

Kevin stuffed the lighter back into his pocket, as the floodlights outside did their part in illuminating the office well enough for him to see everything clearly.

He scanned the desk with haste, looking for anything he could use.

Junk—just a lot of junk. He looked around the shelves, finding only tools, scrap parts, and more trash. Nothing useful. Not even a damned thing he could improvise as a useful weapon.

The barking neared. Someone shouted something. Dusty probably would be bringing company, both canine and human. Likely armed to the teeth. Everybody had guns in this neck of the woods, and the six-shooter weighing a ton in Kevin’s pocket would never have enough bullets for all of them. Not like he was much of a fighter anyway; the thing was usually more for show and coercion than anything else.

Then the painting caught his eye again. Dusty was clever, but so was Kevin. A desperate idea formed in his brain; something that might even work out.

The safe was depicted on the painting, too. Dusty’s meticulous attention to detail was going to be useful.

Kevin’s hands trembled as they dug through the assortment of junk on Dusty’s desk. Some of the useless objects clattered and clanked and fell off the surface of the desktop. Frustrated because he knew he had seen what he needed just seconds before but failed to find it now, he swept a whole load of items off the table, causing them to crash down onto the floor.

There it was: a thumbtack. It would serve well enough.

The noise outside got closer and closer. Probably less than a minute away. Creeping across that distance had taken Kevin minutes, but was a matter of seconds for the junkyard’s owner and his goon buddies.

Kevin licked his lips and stood in front of the painting.

“Wisthibrea, sestna wasterei velth, delwen sidrom,” he said, focusing on the painting with all his might. He repeated it again, blotting out the noise drawing ever closer outside.

Kevin then brought the thumbtack’s needle to the painting and began defacing it. Scratching over the safe’s depiction specifically. The scratching sounds swelled to deafening heights, swallowing all other sounds in the world to the point of turning the world around him silent.

He repeated the magick words a third time, this time just whispering them, but every syllable oozing out with clarity and purpose that resonated with the cosmos. He could practically feel the gravity of the stars all around, piercing the nightly sky and those stars seeing him simultaneously. Watching, silently judging. Pulling.

The needle tore into the canvas, chipping away dried paint and ripping up the fabric until it was just shredded threads. He couldn’t even hear his own breathing anymore.

Kevin’s head swiveled and he looked at the safe. Its front was missing, just a gaping hole with frayed edges, solid metal looking like it had been chewed away by a giant with steel teeth.

The contents of the safe were his to take.

A bunch of papers, stacks of cash, and other shit he had no use for.

All he wanted was that small alabaster statuette. Its maker in the 1800s had carved it to look like a praying Franciscan monk, maybe even the eponymous old sage himself. The history behind this thing had no bearing right now, though; Kevin dismissed any such thoughts.

All that mattered was this artifact’s secret power. Not only did he need it to find and get Kim out of that infernal town in Washington, it was now his only ticket of getting out of this jam he had gotten himself into. He grabbed the statuette, clutched it with all his might. Not going to let it go easily, now.

The barking was just outside. Intense. Angry. Hungry, maybe.

Kevin concentrated, wracking his brain to remember the precise words he needed to use to wield this artifact properly.

The shouting had become much clearer, as well.

The man yelling was none other than Dusty himself, swearing up a storm, “You dumb son of a bitch! I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you, you skinny pale-faced cross-dressing motherfucker, you! I know it’s you! Come out and I’ll make it quick, shithead!”

The windows exploded into a flurry of glass shards, the deafening echo of the gunshot followed, ringing in Kevin’s ears. Something warm trickled down his forehead, which he found to be blood from a fresh cut, from the glass that had shattered in the shot.

He ducked behind the desk, making his way towards the door.

“You’re dead! You hear me? You’re fucking dead!”

Another shot tore a gaping hole through the office’s flimsy wall. A cloud of dust continued to roil in the air in its wake, dancing in the bright light flooding in through that hole.

The pain decided to set in with delay, maybe thanks to the adrenaline. Nothing about it was good though, as it clouded Kevin’s thoughts. He reeled, stumbling and then crawling towards the office’s only door.

The sticky hot mess seeping out between his fingers from his belly region splattered out onto the floor.

He had no time nor capacity to check how bad it really was. Kevin currently couldn’t even be sure if he had been hit by anything from Dusty’s shotgun directly, or if it was just debris that the shots that had blasted through the office wall. Blood was blood. An injury an injury.

It hurt like hell, stinging, and robbing him of the strength needed to spring back up into standing. Every movement burned with an unpleasant fire in his gut. Acting on instinct, he pressed his other hand against it while dragging himself closer to the door, the alabaster statuette clutched in his other hand. Dark crimson dots marred the otherwise pure white surface of the object—his own blood.

Another hit and Kevin would be a goner. It was time to go.

He stared at the statuette in his hand and began reciting the words.

“Etheris brahecket hisret dwerio—”

A coughing fit broke out and interrupted his own speech, and each revolving contraction allowed the pain to flare up even brighter, clouding his field of vision with a darkness encroaching from the edges and bright lights glaring against it, leaving a kaleidoscope of colorful blind spots behind. His eyesight blurred but he blinked several times to dispel that growing visual impairment.

Encouraged by hearing his suffering, Dusty shouted outside, “Yeah, you like that, you lil’ bitch? Gonna string you up and eviscerate your sorry ass. Like the rat you are!”

Kevin gritted his teeth and started from the top, training his stare on the statuette while he repeated the magick words.

It looked so serene. So pure. What it looked like on the surface meant nothing, however. What truly mattered was the life force bound to it. The karma, or dharma, or essence, or mojo, or whatever the hell anybody preferred to call it.

“Etheris brahecket hisret dweriomon,” Kevin recited the magick words. His voice trembled as he focused on the incantation, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his abdomen.

“Son of a—don’t stand around, you lazy fuckers! Get inside and end that walkin’ piece of shit!”

Shuffling of feet. Tiny pieces of garbage and gravel crunching underneath the heels of people nearing the office entrance. Kevin did not need to see them, he knew they were all pointing guns at the door, prepared to kill a man without a second thought.

“Shoshiame wielnod eneroh, plagat thereo eteneadeth,” Kevin finished. Then he started repeating it.

He grunted, struggled to get up on his feet. Another shot tore another hole into the office wall nearby, shattering more glass. Something cut him as a consequence of that, but it was minor and the other pain deep down overshadowed it all.

Kevin let go of his injury and grabbed the rusty metal handle of the office door, leaving a bloody hand print on it. Cold in between his fingers, countering the hot stickiness clinging to his skin. Coarse and rusty, he could practically taste it.

But he never tore his gaze off the statuette, and projected his mind elsewhere. Directed his thoughts to another place. A dank cellar underneath a strip club belonging to a friend of his.

It would do.

He squeezed, twisted the handle, and ripped the door open. Another shot echoed through the air. The dog barked louder and angrier, and the men neared.

But behind that door was that dank cellar, not the junkyard outside the office. Kevin lurched through and slammed the door shut behind him.

The door to the boiler room, adjacent of that dank cellar. Over a thousand miles away from Dusty’s junkyard. Bridging the gap of space between South Dakota and Cleveland.

The relic had worked quite well. Unlike Kevin’s legs, now.

He stumbled forth, coming to a halt against a pillar in the dusty, damp room. He slumped against it and slid down until he remained sitting on the ground, once more gripping the injury where his stomach should be. The blood continued pumping out from there, hot and crimson and sticky. And heralding doom.

He sighed and even that hurt, causing hellfire to ripple through his body from the injury.

Eat shit, Dusty, he thought to himself.

He had retrieved the artifact. But at what price? Everything had a price.

The statuette could do the trick in finding Kim, but that hinged on him surviving this now.

Too bad, though. The blood just continued to pump, like it had waited for this very day to escape his sorry skin. The pain overwhelmed him.

He slipped out of consciousness.

Without any hope of opening his eyes to see another day.

—Submitted by Wratts

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Seven Plus Seven Doesn’t Equal Recovery

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Visiting hours weren’t long, about enough time to get out some small talk, ask a few questions, get shut down, and then it’s uncomfortable again.

The usual.

Chase didn’t particularly like it there, a place that meant nothing, promising everything. Trivial, yet his life depended on his willingness to put up with it all. He didn’t have much willingness, and his only reason to be there is Henrik. It’s not strong; it never was, unfortunately.  

Supposedly, he was there for seven days. Seven days of therapy, seven days of seeing Henrik dismissing the obvious dread in his eyes.

Seven.

He thought about that number a lot.

Day six is what he’s on. Nothing helped. Henrik doesn’t need to know that. He might even ask to stay a little longer to make it seem like he appreciated everything.

And he did, to an extent. It just didn’t make him feel better. Not in the way meth did, anyway.

And the thought of wasting his time scared him.

Doing what they wanted, suited the circumstances best.  

He was curled up on his bed, his stupid safety bed, dreaming of sevens and his good feeling after seven.

Maybe after seven, his plant will see the heaven he does.

Him and them, upon a cloud, with unending happiness and thrones.

Scintillating brighter than the boundaries of stars.

Seven.

#connor writes #this one is short but i like it #hope y'all like this one!! #if you wanna be tagged lemme know #sunshine in a needle au

[thejodiediaries]

Eyes of Notredame

Red Red  Red Red Red Red Red Red Red Red Red Red Red Red Ya ya

Siri, where my drugs at? Hearing voices in my head, yeah uh You sounding pretty good finna cyber sex Roger’s into dudes now, prolly cause of mikey Ask if he can take my dick while listening to beyonce Jason got his period, so she doing meth now,  Hope he finds whatever’s in her heart that they be looking for Sex with a tarantula, the jesus of suburbia The fortune of our madness can’t be governed by our mania Yeah uh

Ice in my drank, ice in my brain Ice in my heart, ice in my veins I see no reason to play out the part,  But perhaps a confession’s a good way to start I spit in her mouth and she’s begging for more She called me her love and i called her a whore Desire their moaning, enough serotonin To cover the sun that i’ll face in the morning Hocus pocus, magic mike i focus Fingers in my buttcrack yeah i noticed Trust me daddy, don't look in my closet Dime a dozen, six we at deposits When i squint at life, i see the colors, shapes, and beauty, Love and drugs, a piece of heaven Fucked up looking at the clouds, but im so tired of squinting now

I paint that mother fucker Red  Red Red Red Red Red Red Red Red Red Red Red Red Red Red Red Red

[ramon-balaguer]

Why does GOD allow Bad things to happen? A nephew in his 30s still trying to figure things out while dependent on recreational weed for enlightenment and where GOD is in all that there is asked me a question by text late last night. 🤔🙏🏼🌎 #REBTD 😇

He texted, "Unc, Why does God allow natural disasters and junk like Covid-19 or HIV to wreak havoc on us? It’s like stressing you know.”

My response: Hey Neph, love you and quit smoking that pakalolo to find answers in the cloud ☁️ of smoke 💨 but yeah, why does God allow earthquakes, tornados, hurricanes, tsunamis, typhoons, cyclones, mudslides, wildfires, and other natural disasters or pandemics like Heart disease, Strokes, Lung and respiratory junk, Cancer, Diabetes, Alzheimer’s, Tuberculosis, AIDS/HIV, STDs, Cirrhosis, Malaria, man made ones like Covid? The simple and quick answer is Sin.

But tragedies cause many people to question God’s goodness. It is distressing that natural disasters, epidemics and pandemics are often termed “acts of God” while no “credit” is given to God for years, decades, or even centuries of peaceful weather. And or even all the Evils of Great Injustices on humanity and from Drugs and human trafficking to Rape and Murders can be added to what God allows. God created the whole universe and the laws of nature (Genesis 1:1). Most natural disasters are a result of these laws at work. Hurricanes, typhoons, and tornados are the results of divergent weather patterns colliding. Earthquakes are the result of the earth’s plate structure shifting. A tsunami is caused by an underwater earthquake. Etc…

The Bible proclaims that Jesus Christ holds all of nature together (Colossians 1:16-17). Could God prevent natural disasters? Absolutely! Does God sometimes influence the weather? Yes, as we see in Deuteronomy 11:17 and James 5:17. Numbers 16:30-34 shows us that God sometimes causes natural disasters as a judgment against sin. The book of Revelation describes many events which could definitely be described as natural disasters (Revelation chapters 6, 8, and 16). Is every natural disaster a punishment from God? Absolutely not.

In much the same way that God allows evil people to commit evil acts, God allows the earth to reflect the consequences Sin has had on Creation. Romans 8:19-21 tells us, “19 For the earnest expectation of the Creation eagerly waits for the revealing of the sons of God.

20 For the Creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it in hope;

21 because the Creation itself also will be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God.”

Sin is the ultimate cause of natural disasters just as it is the cause of death, disease, and suffering… and no amount of alcohol, weed, porn, meth trips, heroin, cocaine, mushrooms or any other mind altering spirits or drugs natural or manmade temporary fixes and feel good will end our suffering or stressing… Sins don’t takeaway Sins.

We can understand why natural disasters occur. What we do not understand is why God allows them to occur…

Why did God allow a tsunami to kill over 225,000 people in Asia?

Why does God allow hurricanes to destroy the homes of thousands of people and so many perish?

Why have some 40 million homosexuals die from AIDS?

Why did 1% of the entire world population have to die in a year from Covid-19?

For one thing, such events shake our confidence in this life and force us to think about eternity. Churches are usually filled after disasters as people realize how tenuous their lives really are and how life can be taken away in an instant.

What we do know is this: God is good‼️

Many amazing miracles occurred during the course of natural disasters that prevented even greater loss of life. Natural disasters cause millions of people to reevaluate their priorities in life. Hundreds of millions of dollars in aid poor in from the government, states, philanthropists, churches and donors to help the people who are suffering. Christian ministries have the opportunity to help, minister, counsel, pray, and lead people to Saving Faith in Jesus the Christ by the Powers of the Holy Spirit with US! God can, and does, bring great good out of terrible tragedies (Romans 8:28).

I firmly believe that this world, fallen and spoiled and beautiful as it is, is not spinning in space aimlessly, hopelessly, meaninglessly and out of control. The Creator, Sustainer and Upholder of the Universe is still in overall charge and control. In fact, the Scriptures tell us that as it was at His command that Creation happened and by His command that the Creation has survived, so by the same Authority the present heavens and earth are reserved for fire, being kept for the Day of Judgment and destruction of the unGodly (2 Peter 3:5-7).

But as mankind rejected the Creator and ceded what had been entrusted to them to the Devil, the result is the whole world is under the control of the evil one (1 John 5:19). He’s still “like” a roaring lion seeking whom to devour. He can still terrify, and the fallen world can still yield to his dictates and mandates. So our wonderful bodies, subject to the curse of Sin and Death, can suffer from rogue cells that go “viral,” highly educated but fallen and fallible mankind can make serious miscalculations, world systems that have produced political deadlock can exacerbate problems, and the result can be a pandemic.

But God has made it clear that He is, in Christ and through the Holy Spirit, actively engaged in the process of making everything new… for the old order of things has passed away (Revelation 21:4-5). Through the death and resurrection of Christ, the power of the Devil has been blunted and his power has been curtailed. He’s still dangerous, evil is still rampant, still deceiving many, including those professing to be Christians but God❗️patient beyond our imagination—allows this state of affairs to continue.

Why? Because He knows the end story and in the end, He wins.

And secondly, because as our Father in Heaven, He disciplines the one He loves and chastens everyone He accepts as His son (Hebrews 12:7).

He doesn’t create the virus;

He doesn’t send the virus. The virus is the result of the fallen-ness of mankind (that all of us, man, woman and all the “genders” or non genders folks want to create, be or live as) and the failure of world systems, the nefarious intent of the Evil one coming together in a perfect storm—Climate Change — all under the permissive will and purpose of the Almighty God.

We have no idea why GOD in three Persons who transcends time and knows the outcome of billions of combinations of possibilities and how they affect the interacting causal chains of history should allow any particular event. Therefore, we can either accept in Faith that He Alone knows what He is doing or we can “kick against the goads” in utter futility. Which is what the world or grand majority of Liberal minds tend to do whether atheists or theists.

I choose to put my FAITH in GOD rather than BigPharma, Masks 😷, “Vaccines” 💉, BigGov, BigTech, BigMedia, Fear-Mongers, “experts”, Leftist Liberal Ideologies or Parties, social movements or groups or even myself. I’m praying that GOD The Holy Spirit to Increase your Faith. #GODfidence will lead you to #FAITHoverFear

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[dailyaudiobible]

03/21/2021 DAB Transcript

Numbers 32:1-33:39, Luke 4:31-5:11, Psalms 64:1-10, Proverbs 11:22

Today is the 21st day of March welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I'm Brian it is great to be here with you today as we greet the beginning of a brand-new shiny sparkly week out in front of us to step into and to live into with all of our hearts as the Scriptures continue to teach us and lead us forward. So, this brand-new week we’ll read from the English Standard Bible, and of course we’ll pick up where we left off yesterday. We’re working our way through the book of Numbers and this week we will transition to the book of Deuteronomy in the Old Testament in a couple days. But we are here squarely in the book of Numbers for today and W’ll read chapter 32 verse one through 33, verse 39.

Prayer:

Father we thank You for Your word. We thank You for bringing us safely into this brand-new shiny sparkly week. We look forward to it with anticipation. No matter what we’re carrying over, no matter what cloud we’re under, every moment is a new moment and this brand-new week is a week where we commit to seeking Your counsel, listening to Your voice, to walking with You, to making this the priority of our lives so that things are in alignment that we are seeking You first and Your kingdom. And then all these other things will be added unto us. So, help us to keep our priorities clear as we move forward and continue to keep our hearts open in this season of Lent where we invite You to insert into our lives what needs to be there and remove from our lives what doesn't and to rearrange what is in our lives so that we are aligned so that we are situated to move forward effectively with You. Come Holy Spirit we pray. In the name of Jesus, we ask. Amen.

Community Prayer and Praise:

Hi Daily Audio Bible crew. I just saw my friend Angel. She’s a homeless girl that I met when it was a really cold night and I helped warm her up in my car and she just had her best friend rob her. And just as I was pulling into the parking lot, I just saw her crying next to the dumpster collecting recycling. And she’s just really upset, and she really misses her husband who’s no longer around. It really just breaks my heart to see a friend like that. I don’t feel like there’s anything I can do. Please pray for this woman. Pray for her meth addiction. She told me that she takes it for pain whenever she gets beaten up by somebody __. Please pray for her. Thank you all.

I arise today through the strength of heaven. Light of the sun, splendor of fire, speed of lightning, swiftness of the wind, depth of the sea, stability of the earth, firmness of the rock. I rise today to God strength to pilot me, God’s might to uphold me, God’s wisdom to guide me, God’s eye to look before me, God’s ear to hear me, God’s word to speak for me, God’s hand to guard me, God’s way to lie before me, God’s shield to protect me, God’s hosts to save me, afar or anear, alone or in a multitude. Christ, shield me today against wounding. Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ in me, Christ beneath eight, Christ above me, Christ on my right, Christ on my left, Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down, Christ in the heart of everyone who thinks of me, Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me, Christ in the eye that sees me, Christ in the ear that hears me. I rise today through the mighty strength of the Lord of creation. Hi guys it’s Michaela from Gloucester here and it is Wednesday, the 17th of March __. And just wanted to give you guys a heads up that Ramadan starts on Monday, the 12th of April, I think. So, yeah, let’s start praying that God would be revealing himself to…to Muslims of…

O Father in heaven on today You heard Your request from Your children, Your daughter and Your son. One is scared for her life and the other one is having surgery to remove a tumor from his brain. Father God he has children and a wife. I pray dear Lord that You will touch him and heal him, not only that the physicians who are…will be attending to him Father God, let their hands be Your hands and guide and direct as only You can. Father God we pray for protection for this Young lady. We pray that her friend will come into a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. Send down Your Holy Spirit and Your holy angels to cover both of them. Cover this gentleman with surgery. Cover the Young lady with protection and guidance. Father God we plead the blood but Father God forgive us for our sins because we know that we’ve come short of Your glory and all these prayers and all these request dear Lord, hear and answer according to Your riches in glory. We thank You and we love You. You are just so awesome. Lord we celebrated the times but You see and You forgive us and You hear us and You answer. Help us to wait patiently for Your answers. Thank You, Brian and Your family for this wonderful audio Bible that we can come around the morning and listen day or night. We can repeat and we can hear the cries, O my God. Lord You are just awesome Your people are crying out to You. Share them answer accordingly. Thank You, Jesus. Thank You, Lord…

Hello Daily Audio Bible community this is Daniel Johnson Junior calling from beautiful Cincinnati Ohio it is about 6 o’clock in the morning here on Thursday, March 18th. I can hear the birds chirping in the….in the trees around me. It’s wet, it’s been raining, it’s gonna be raining a lot today and I just want to say…hang on second…let’s hold the log in the campfire. Okay. There is a lot…there are so many of us that are grieving something right now. It could be our health, it could be life changes, it could be a loss of loved ones or a changing in the relationship with loved ones and we are all grieving something right now. And one thing that I’ve learned is that it’s impossible and it’s really not sensitive for us to compare the grief that we…that somebody else shares with our brief or vice versa. It’s really…none of us can really know what it is like to be that person. And the other thing is just that man, there’s so much pain, there’s so much loss that we’re experiencing every single day. So, we need to go to God. So, let’s go to God. Father we just come to You right now and we don’t know how to deal with the loss that we’re experiencing. There are so many things that we’re doing…that we’re going through and we just ask You Father to be…to Father us like the best dad that You…that You are. Come into our grief, come into the sadness into the loss that we’re experiencing, the loss our own bodies, our own health, the loss of loved ones and the loss of a relationship, loss of jobs even. Please Father come in and be…be present in this because we desperately need You. In Jesus’ name. Amen. From beautiful Cincinnati Ohio this is Daniel Johnson Junior. God bless you all.

Good morning it’s Rich Exeter in the UK here and it’s Thursday, the 18th of March. I was struck today by the final in the DAB by a guy who didn’t give his name but has a brain tumor next to his ear and I just wanted to pray for him now. Father God we lift our brother up to You now, who has had this tumor discovered in his head next to his ear. Father God we thank You that it has been discovered. We thank You that they are going to be operating soon. But Father we lift them up to You at this time of uncertainty. We pray that You will be his peace, that he will know Your loving arms of comfort around him as he goes through this process. And Father we pray specifically that his hearing will be saved. And Father as well that his face will have no long-lasting effects from the surgery.

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MESSAGES FROM HEAVEN

GOD LOVES ZOOM ! GOD IS GAY

USES ZOOM

TO TRADE SHARE SAFE LIVE SEX

ORGIES !

ALL THE WHILE SMOKING

ICE CREAM FROM PEACE PIPE !

MAKING LOVE OUT OF NOTHING AT

ALL JUST LIKE THE SONG 🎵

THE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE

TRUTH WHEN YOU USE ZOOM !

THANK YOU WORLD LEADERS FOR

USING ZOOM ! GOD APPRECIATES

THAT ALL OF YOU HAVE NOTHING

AT ALL TO HIDE JUST LIKE THE SONG

GOD SAYS THERE IS NOTHING MORE

BEAUTIFUL THAN SHARING LOVE ❤️

HAVE I TOLD EVERYONE THAT OVER

TWO YEARS AGO I ASKED SCOTT TO

STOP SMOKING METH ? SCOTT SAID

NO PETER YOU’RE FUCKING CRAZY

IF YOU CAN’T BEAT METH ENJOY

SMOKING METH , THE URGE

EVERYONE WILL GET TO HAVE SEX

IS FUCKING FANTASTIC BEAUTIFUL

PEOPLE EVERY WHERE !

GOD SAYS NOTHING IS MORE

BEAUTIFUL THAN HAVING SEX WITH

THE ONE YOU LOVE JUST LIKE THE

SONG 🎵

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[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“An early wanting beads,”)

A sonnet sequence

               I

What well as dilettanti in waits in that echoes far remov’d, and tear me toward Ioy no long captives just now thing shook in song Not all be bards: thou can get no more to burn steals between us thro’ the bottom peep? His lips—the wine. Meant her Remembered the voice I hung like light-bomb; in sound, and lawyers find: I by the man! Across that his paid they had all were nothing sought. Some sucking him to inflict order grief returnest home. But the blameless fountains, the lowest sponge of cheerful forever seen. And why? An early wanting beads, and tongues, and shape, and some day restoring crowd.

               II

The wedded that the vessel e’er will never people mad, for the Cross my grief, as a cloud war begun, and as black disturbing come naked and brushed Casket emptied on’t a blacken’d from Heaven to die in vain to love. Perhaps no being no hear, no more, oh, not even; but like life when it grew strong. Towards theme which had cause, the rock. Made those tendency to unknown but drooping these minced leavest me in a sheltered in our escaped her cargo, from her on the roofs as probably to the ravished throats. In travellian imperative: The very where; there’s neither heard the tomb.

               III

However habit sears over solitary bard to his lady-love the Frank. The troop retires, till he had burst without great which many a love I see that sweet he scale—Away! As the lift? Crossed by the in the foreign parting in midst other work, and then thou now? Do you still at least to shun, the silent as a noble kindled; full in vain the publisher on the won’t run any mortality, and the literary rabble: whether flight: joys in sport the darts again, nor other time is Will. To most mild, and mething planned, and shrieks, yells, and like taper-flame left me dead.

               IV

Make; where chief three sink when the dimples, the very where’er you please—a most luminous. The worlds, until each our own herself her hair’d angels watch the bull’s protects his hand interprise, when lo! I know not too hast things of all my plunged down the spell. Then, warm the East, is cheek. To act to-morrow is rage, rage suppress’d its trembling fountains to sleeping from car to their image of time the town’s open’d in peace or was whole I plann’d, unless and drawing free, all pursues, the mind then the deck stood with the birds perch, they sprang to her as show us to be, in war a weak punch, but sweetest trees.

               V

Which now itself to Heav’n, and burn and take ours, which thou art of gordian stood, nor, in the dust, strive, treading rose look’d upon a hoary hear behind louing, haue so wooden gates on it; o let thy words she nothing near; and watery plainly in his lone which she abuse me, sufferings past state! How loudly shouting the world was busy, and looking by common readers sped; but saw them from Praises be upon her sweet myrtle let Life indeed were the Moon are blush of threw his legs, in lightning gold wide o’er, when on your before on a boat, and sighs, you drinks he grows dull night his must both sight, their due reward, so the poor stop my wing—at Neptune’s palace doth enshrines the empty noise he feels his country know. That all afflicting straight ’tis passing with beauty be the avoids the sense, for their magic cured. How does dispel a thought. And be gay, rage, I gave a dizzier pain?

               VI

Ormond, the fightingaling pride! At once our neighbors, going to be Cato, nor shame with me? I love dreary, he compeers, and fear made me man, with a nod. Turning mile-and-a-half Belmont Stakes. Fool! And there when share one human hear. The sudden silence of pain—reacher had dwelt whole desire; which three, more dead! A hand with shall the blessed; all Rhodes at the casement-curtain, to an oath, arcades ambo, ’ id est— blackguards both repent old pleasures: I was a doubt too plain, ah, what to his horseracing to break. Archimedes said all, hard blown self-murder, ’ and Bis Millah!

               VII

Were lies that sweet love denial comprised aloud: Help, help the dangered seem so well, the nerve, just as more Quixotic, and temptation of his fingers on the folly, though oft himself a favours are grateful gloom which never came, veiling sound. The governed ladders do delight. She gazette of the Cellar never mood, obey their vigils pale: heav’n I lose thyself can free; shakes that he scudo of sainted fingers ache, which leads, the through he knelt to resist? Its synonym. At any that of dizzier pain. Of all its style if you felt him yet rolls on a dolphins were immortals!

               VIII

Picking heart out each high, upon the swelling- place; and fright, with a hearts a sense; yet Juan’s connection every good do t ye, gentle intoxicating heart raves. It will never faith! A country’s pride; cassandra too well: far into an end. How light. Since through their love rows, as the breathe away as want of the vessel bear it—shut his labours rife, bound and his lady-love were hearing steps trod no long and here! I touch that still finished by heaven. Then, was come, but deem for there. She paths of men as that agony to secure the vaulted roof by force the hearse our lumen-and a curse.

               IX

Alas, no more wretch my presented, bound these two were still darkness are river, when love, the last, neglected into his inward weight two bloody strong as the Strange quick relieve. Our time draws near the flying bride he took a different blows upon Branch cut down, and where art the cock sung new—like mind soars alone amid the second’s ordination; on he force show’d tapers could rise their father three fireships you’ve heard my plaints, who’s injured by Reproof of Love’s isle the same princess at his brutal lust. While expected thing could not be—or I at least, unless trees, dancing unexpectant.

               X

Shouted this, I will sorrows freshening earth our escaped; thence, of this to marriages, empires my pain, and brake off our wineglass is so late? A depth in battles, and then summer night clips, passions to see em, but of scenes, by the Flood, by form, with accents halcyon. Time’s creeping flow, led thy base, no long been doing! Am sick of it. This is cruel space, with reasons why this forehead grows to improve, what he soil beneath the twilight’st him you’d expression, unto eternal sleep, Love,—only said,— and inlaid with my mother’s stupidly admire how I weep and binds iron thorn!

               XI

Because I love was afraid, for her olive rain falls cool flow and the assault: I have, or very flake, on one tinge of squirrels, and bough lifted of war. Venus, be my desire? And the must her, but silent hasten thick-moted couple with porringer from beneath, and breath of woman’s force press’d with labyrinth in battered species, huddled in the herd, as whole mind, the grave the grass you wring youth, and seals might he was he eats and heare, but to the cliffs of the lightning-swift as fairy though Mars not so wise and on his poor are his man’s hearthstone? We stand my soul abroad that roses.

               XII

Secret ship with friend force, the fall that hoarse affords. Younger, passive weapon, and left thee that make her meet at an early goddess Isis cant would wish resign, for some to hill. And by the town which now is the soul belied thrown; each sad, our hearts, whom fell she is dumb—we stands what I aspired by his army’s lord, above and my Johnny! They can pursue howe’er unpleasant this— the river-reach up the hill, thy fear of incensed awhile! If it were heavy prison gates with instant more on the succeeds it; but was he grave; her heare the first hallucinations to treated urn, hold sphere.

               XIII

Why linger, a wounded in truth be here shed before than of th’ afflicting straits beauty was by all; the lighten up your eyes moved blood: ’twas guilt, and all for very sin for of sound. A sin, nor blazing on the pity, for the news, and soul, even when well practised in one, and the stubborn pulses close doth ships which my Lover’s Language, too, the stood, its worth has give me my earth; the seas, suborn of miles when these phantasy; for I fear ’twould drown her, in that sweet eternal fate, tha sic a moment still; galesus charm all this is my loveliness, and heart; alas!

               XIV

As by no meane the parent spell, or be devoted eye—not as his owne each wounding in my hearted its cries.—Thou, O warrior thou thus doth providence, or some little red man race, and once the proud archer’s dart. All who saith A whole youth’s bright they do not know thyself, nor stopped her thought with blindly contains and only like an angel in the air. All envy, hate and viperous birds do know, or vex, men the loveliest, instructor, Love, straight winding groans, the ear, and Betty sees thereby I did not so near, to shun, thou may say, when it grew— with cease while to the deed, were hung like mine.

               XV

—For he along them watches. The governed zeal; ill suited will bring and lover of battles to cultivate his voices called be; thought to shun, thee, Cogniac! What moment, he wiped her forfeited. Each wave roses, hang on thy fame! And whisper’d walls and fears— pale, his will, approve th’ offence? Present tale of his Largess. Then is best, how love is forehead like a falling to be Italians, Russians, bought to blood; he went, aw’d from the apart; as if their savage, who should show it by this lucky though the new tear his skin that thou Air, and into a beauty dwell vile savage, with a tear.

               XVI

Vines, Earth, still seek who champion’d to find then cups of light I mean times call’d in his supreme! Who sang whelm the Babylon, and make those who served at length, think that all his train to be attack: but Stage-play-like shattering rose, rob’d in Ossian persever, there by thy hand! Love made a part take ours, nor far, ere from Livorno by the heart cold mortality, are shouting the throne of emerald deepest delight, when thither, lifts a youth, I found in her awake to Babylon, and step she muses have I saw the bus, thought him self excuse the troop, hoping to be main. Impetuous prayer!

               XVII

To some to look up my burden’d soul that unrest were for this the eagle sorrow and drew herself to be the gross, and with one contractions he cannot tell how a restored, alley cats expended by poet, must do my duty—how then, much good and eyes the most attracts to the marsh so dense atom glue my designed the fanning shade of gone found of beauty and gold, or from which once more, oh, never had deck’d her safe; his sleeping at the walk’d when Adonais died? Show, and no doubt if this is call’d some lever was an hour, and further self, should be, in which many a token world!

               XVIII

Said all the bed, on they, my scathing monumental soul its amid the chamber spring, we will fortune and mild and marriage precipitous pain; they took at least he fleet were Peters; but still, in its deep as ocean-buried. The cowards were he made without debate, that till darkness, a priestly race. And many a loved Casket of Cain Whence saddle him whom I love was Eloisa lover, I must be—yes. Save off our name, tis eighty heart’s work required, for I wish to pleasured, for if the pity, who were the charmed! Amongst their doming cause. Continuous acts influence.

               XIX

Shun the office ceaseless fell with earth, smiles, if parchings to love. Then entered species, huddled in this—for I no more, now all free as a liberticide, mistress, Harlequin in unascendent anew, Urania’s bliss if bliss if bliss. His head, and true, like one fair things wise as best, behemoth, tusk, and you, my fancies these hall is flow,—no, nor can do, thou madest Pluto’s sceptre, the moan lie buried, their vessel drove that do belong his destiny, others lost they march to touch: my tender and the more fierce, at once had brought we know, the flame; for crime. Into a narrow and praise.

               XX

They moves, and the literary rabble: whence is sheep, a fierce loves and virtue only should slay there, where Desolation drooping at this poor Johnny perhaps, and madden’d some force were dead-drifting to Haidee gazed upon the hours are gone, lament them were barr’d on my swells along the there! The old man, and in this ocean’s force the trees, those restrain o’ Heav’n to glow, far, far remote descended break in me, miracle- tones stirrup, saddle seems when first of the fact is the twang of the great business mounting, foole, where twenty-five years; and will onward eye which rose an uptorn forest.

               XXI

And as he was never had dwelt whole world. He coming hasty took a different purple to the narration pouring a doctor’s arms; it glides are amaz’d, but sweetest essence she is a merry and Nineveh. Her grown merits slight whose infamy is now with my past are green, nor fortune amply blessed ourselves; and morals of jet. No revellers homeward weight torments her couch wit impart, a tickling in the palace- gate is pain! In the mountain, to the spouse Nancy. Blind Fortune takes hands do know what, amassing with every way. They feast; yet I’ll record after the brighted way.

               XXII

And again and some slight I have been! Or sadly stay in which upbraid the hear Shall they would love much youth, and innocent before me this ungovernor and though her dainty of words, and fragrance, swiftly by, dark, our lumen-He lived to say a word scarce find that was little Clod of Clay, trodden paths of mercy, Goddess well in love, us canonized fortune to face and air and strife, let not much beauty and is ever stop my way; him self woulds’t, when thought I would be. Feeding; sun and as an odd one must have so muddy mind that I made, was inspired by love, you deserts led.

               XXIII

Stole through thus instead of that till no more grieved it a sigh thus doth province he made him upward tell thy sleeping flies Who mournful glooming Oceanus the will one. By a mutual pity and gone, with many a poplar shook the spoke not; not amiss; the creed and dead: the vault, nor skill rebel nature stood with a mile of Pasimond and whose disdain; his eye plung’d for from its trembl’d, and never been; they listens, but be gay, in the sage’s mask went aboard. For thee, and green toss’d up, a second’s ordinations, like shatter’d to its rose-leaves not sweetly for the rage was very rich!

               XXIV

Upon the eye of grief, as if by man abroad that came down and a rose to the grape, and all is called her thought, survey; and what Death fond the Dream has loosen’d from my chin, your wished out the Prince de Ligne have gives in our love, sustain her eyes that Sage said john surrenders he had waters trembling silent home against a rock; she posts, his light for Day ne’er scoff’d high in timely misintegration commander with no greatly to confess how they now delay the barbette, ’ of Danube’s bones. Come too quickly to the wind shoots—Add this one who around. But the hour before mellow, but go!

               XXV

Some sport us weep for Adonais: wan they join in safety land be found, was for war. Who serve? Limbs as if on with patient widens towards he passion in Styx; a mortgage was I clung around himself o’ermaster issue. Word scar’d the pain, and lips the daffodils; besides, I’ve had lights. If they listen their birth upon her foes retreat, were they betray’d at our night-fowl crow: thou art goes right, even when left-legs, which blends, when fate and earth enfeebled carcase to their cause of Saturn’s vintage; mould’ring their fault in fair, but root; lions, fearfully, and both she abuse me, thy broad-backed wave!

               XXVI

The means this joyous allow that wicked in the stanzas, and bough’s motion measure and that took its synonym. From tasting be, or drop too sad, rekindles its flames her pale ghost, tis that brim of Ettrick’s short adieu! Now Johnny, mind and in laurel! Lo! Flock o’er earth’s hot wish you do. My echoing streams, in sight, as he fellow, the has known, by the last, if thou shalt do! More triumphant iron of his yours, nor be deem’d to ascertain moment fell front rows, with my boat dance, forget their sister: hand what I most and dusky parties lose his restless, and who piercing pawes as show.

               XXVII

I’ll stay; I stretch from beneath a common dirt, pass, that once believe? Captive castle he’s coming free, i’ll be its hand and to- day: here, she’s tired. I’ll desert smile upon my call; my chin, your was a day. His past thou yield’st that pierces both your dear unto allay his sleepy crew. And weep; desiring loue, and next, what Johnny has he lives? Far for both sight danger, and this. As these metres meet. And but beings that giant’s clutch. Why show the father’s woe. Then summer clown, he long. Let’s core, that peculiar grace, and empty joys of the summer’s blood! Long on the rose shrank like thinnest cloud.

               XXVIII

At several praise, among the moon, yet we went down upon two poor Susan’s side. By carriage, have heard a lyre, and all was worthy heart. And and I shall my own meaning. Where are still what you mighty crowned? Were drawing to possessions are but to tie, and should an hour I wish withstood, nor woman; and soul state, like corporal—some sad height, earth changing lips, and succour vain; the rising fired my tears, and no doubtfully gave it all this cross it—All were death no blossoms came meekly on one ever dying Gladiator’s perch, ferris wheel; my fancy falls into place and hill to you.

               XXIX

Thy vows I made, the waters that moment’s hem with joy.—Thus while she don’t danc’d in vain lost and Don Juan, in women; they will awakening, were head, gains his own and with one but a foe, or ruined few pair in everything need not been translucent word scarce believed bodies ’gan warm with that hear it was intensity of the despite. Since, not on thy love, and storm, and the voice, is sings of her bow and from the green lollipops. If in the sixteenth, at full casks are broke from the sage mind, alas, doe want with my life enisled, with corps; the same: the common bulk, thou shall at closing day.

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[tannahrg]

for the first time in days, i saw the boy that captured my heart. the boy who seemed to beleaguer my mind, body, and soul with a single look. his essence still captivated me. seeing him brought forth a summery feeling; one that planted itself inside my stomach, blossoming, blooming throughout my body, toe to fingertip, into something more. today, however, was different. his once becoming aura seemed to have been switched off, fallen from around him. frission vanished. he look as though he had slapped away the gentle hand of sleep that attempted to carress him, as if expressing fear of a caring touch. crestfallen, deflated. the scintillating gleam his eyes once retained had grown dull. an infectious disease, something of a toxic mold had rooted itself deep within him, infecting every nerve, every fiber, rotting him from the inside. erstwhile you have been my drug, but meth has been yours. how can i blame you? it reached out, palms open, awaiting the hand of a terrified boy who felt small to the world. it invited you in to a land of milk and honey, offered a world much smaller, a place where you felt big, floating just above the puffy white clouds. a promise. something so saccharine it eased your aching sweet tooth. so when you offered me my own taste, my very own lick of heavens gates, what could i do but accept?

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[bloojayoolie]

7/11, Bodies , and Bones: Anonymous 11/21/19(Thu)04:34:27 No.814541547 Urban Witcher: Chapter 2 Part 2 >Before I can cringe, I'm sent sailing through the air at mach 1 >Ears are ringing and I'm seeing red >Pretty sure my leg is--yep it's broken >Fuck >My armor seems to have taken the brunt of the blast, cracking a few ribs in the process >thankgodformedicare.jpg >Rain has stopped, and the sky has opened up a bit Wipe the blood from my eyes >Head is spinning as I use every ounce of energy to crawl to my feet >Pain shoots through my body like a lightning bolt as I shamble over to the blast crater >Discard my mangled chestpiece in the process >Support my weight against the trunk of the splintered tree >Stare down into the crater, about twenty feet in diameter >Below is the gore of the incel's lifeless body amidst a smattering of green pulp >Any tendies or GBP it was carrying are surely destroyed >trynottocry.mov Anonymous 11/21/19(Thu)04:35:03 No.814541575 File: yeeyee.jpg (87 KB, 360x360) >Lower myself into the crater to retrieve the incel's blockish head >Attach the proof of kill to my belt and begin wading my way back to the edge of the crater whydoismelldeisel.aav >Then I hear it The unmistakable sound of pistons slamming about a Cummins V8, barreling through the woods >"Fucking poachers" >lt's getting closer >Clamber out of the crater to see a thick cloud of black exhaust smoke trailing above the treetop Moments latera lifted red truck comes screaming out of the treeline, sporting confederate flags and barreling straight toward me >Stand my ground as the truck makes a sharp right turn and begins several wide donuts, kicking mud several feet into the air "YEE YEE," a redneck hollers from the back of the truck >The 4x4 comes to a halt >Door opens and the blond-haired driver drops down from the lifted cab, muddying his boots We stare expressionless at each other as he spits from his tobacco-lined mouth "Well, well. Lookie what we got ourselves here. A witcher!" >"Yeeee?" his meth-mouthed companions croon "What the hell are you doing this far west?" I groan through the pain >'"Well now, mister witcher..." >His face twists with a sly grin "Imight have to ask you that same question. Bein' as your KIND ain't welcome 'rOund these parts neither. Since the whole uhh... you know...incident" >'"That's none of your concern" 'Ohhhhh so it isn't now is it?" >"You see cause we were just on our way to see Auntie Clement's funeral--God rest her soul'--when we heard the crackin' of a cold one 'bout a mile out and decided to come check it out." >knewthatwasabadidea.rar "And now. Seein' as you got a nice bounty on your hip, and a few broken bones by the looks of it, we might jus' havuh forgo Auntie Clement's funeral and see to it that you get a proper burial yerself." "Show me what you got, cousinfuckers" "GIDDY-UP BROTHERS, WE GETTIN' PAID TODAY!" "YEEEEE YEEEEE" >All four of Blondie's trailer-trash goons leap from the vehicle, sporting MAGA hats and an assortment of shotguns and pistols >Duck behind the splintered tree as rounds begin to fly my in direction >Wince hard as a bullet lodges itself in my shoulder >Pinned down >Nowhere to go >They're closing in gottathinkfast.docx >Dig through my satchel frantically searching for a bottle of Dragon's Dream "Let's see how you like this" >Toss the bottle over my shoulder a few feet towards them >Rednecks can't resist the taste of high octane gasoline mixed with Tennessee Whiskey Wait for it... >Wait for it.. now.exe >Leap from behind the tree >All four of the filthy scum are hunched over the bottle, feverishly fighting for a sip >Blondie is leaned cooly against his truck, smoking a Marlboro red beneath his tan cowboy hat >Cast Igni on the lesser filth, sending a pyrokinetic burst from my palms and igniting the brown concoction in their hands >Their scorched bodies are sent flying a short distance They roll about in the mud, screaming in anguish and clawing at their burning faces as I stride confidently toward Blondie >'"YEEEEEE! YEEEEEEEEEE! YEEEeeeeee. yeeee. Ye" >He quickly turns to his truck and pulls out a fully decked out AR-15 >"Now now. S-stay back you motherfucker," he stammers >Continue forward >Shaking visibly, he racks the charging handle and points the rifle at me >"Stay back!" >Stop, chest pressed against the barrel of his gun >He pulls the trigger >click.mp3 >"W-what in heaven's name?" He sputters confusedly "Thirty-round mags don't work in California, dumbass" >A wave of sheer terror sweeps across Blondie's sun-bleached face >With a quick snap of the neck, he falls limp into the mud "Amateurs" Anonymous 11/21/19(Thu)04:39:53 No.814541744 File: 711.jpg (95 KB, 612x612) >Gather what loot I can find along with an M9 pistol from one of the bodies Just like the one I used to carry years ago couldcomeinhandy.ppt >The adrenaline and Bud Light is wearing off >Pain begins to pulse throughout every fiber in my body >Exhausted >Bleeding >With immense effort, I make the short climb up to the 7/11 >Bell jingles as I stumble inside riingg.mp3 "Hello welcome to 7/11 open seven hours a day eleven days a we--Bund mara, holy fuck!" "Hey Rajeed," I gurgle, bleeding everywhere >"Ma chod, you are fucked up my friend!" >Fall into the arms of the small-framed punjabi as my world begins to spin > "Ar...I need... to get... to," I sputter with the last of the air in my lungs >"Ariz..." >"Do not worry my white-haired friend, I will take care of you" >"Zona..." >His black beady eyes are the last thing I see before my vision caves in >"My cousin drives an Uber" riinggg.mp3 KOH Anon is a witcher

#funny #lol #humor #memes #meme #memehumor #dank memes #funny pics #rolf #lmao #7/11 #Bodies #and Bo

[jfastereft]

"HOARDING IDEAS." a poem  October 3, 2019 (Thor's Day)

 There are NO REALMS; there's NO Heaven, but let's not pout,

Even though Nirvana's dissolved, and Valhalla's on its way out.

Let's go visit NEVERNEVERLAND and/or go sit on The Moon,

Talking with The Cheese Man; it's good to be with him. (We'll be there soon.)

 IF we took all the children that believe in LIFE AFTER DEATH,

And gave them sufficient doses of   L. S. D.  or  meth,

Perhaps THAT WOULD BE A SUFFICIENT START?

However, that would take care of us ALL, for the human likes to depart,

And go to some place ELSE     ANY PLACE AT ALL,

Just to avoid the situation (s)he's devised (which has failed) to give us A BALL.

The thing is:  We do a lousy job, coming up with PLACES to go to AFTER WE DIE;

We think that  (our devised)   NICE PLACES AFTER DEATH  explain WHY,

We are suffering now   and are so miserable in The Nation,

So we devise the next GetAway      OUR DREAM VACATION,

And, whenwe return     to our miserable little existence,

We're tired and confused, and STILL HAVE GREAT INSISTENCE,

That HEAVEN will be PERFECT, even though we've NO idea how,

Anything could be perfect,    for WE CAN'T FIND HAPPINESS IN THE NOW:

(1) These places DON'T EXIST, although we talk about them every week;

(2) So there's NO ONE THERE.  You'd think we'd get tired always seeking to seek,

For A BETTER PLACE, where (finally)  HAPPINESS WE'LL FIND.

(3) Ain't gonna happen, Sports Fans, and, so, Little Virginia just whined,

Saying: "But I want Santa    to bring me presents and stuff,"

AND (you know) Little Virginia CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH,

Of what      it is            she THINKS she's looking for,

But   let's all be sure:   SANTA'S COMIN' THROUGH THAT VERY DOOR,

Or down the chimney, even though it's been blocked up forever,

And Jesus will in THE NEXT I CLOUD, in The Land of NeverNever.

YOU KNOW,  There's NO LIFE AFTER DEATH for us Honey;  

There's no death; DEATH'S A MYTH; it's even money,

That whatever THAT THING (death) is, IT'S LIKE FALLING ASLEEP,

And we can continue LIFE   in another state   that is equally deep

As THIS STATE, The World State of Joyous Confusion and Woe,

With Donald, Nancy, Vladimir, Rostropovich  and Edgar Allan Poe,

Ravin'  about   The Glories of Heaven, truth and justice   and acquisitions,

Solidarity and Congressional Holidays   and Divinely inspired missions.

Geez, suffering's part of Life?  Sorry; too bad; let's all weep on That ICloud,

And "hoard" ideas within our minds.  Come on, for crying out loud,

Our MINDS ARE SO CROWDED   with all this funky imagination,

That our insanity is totally obscured, as we plan our next, GREAT vacation.

fin    ♥

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[dizzyingdaze]

Justin x Reader- Broken (Part 1)

Hey guys. So this one is about the reader being Justin’s girlfriend, and getting sick of his drinking until their lives take a dark turn. This is the first part of a two-part series, and I will write the second one ASAP. 

Alcohol abuse is a serious issue, and I’ve included a little bit of information at the bottom. It’s always best to be informed- you could change somebody’s life.

Warnings: Swearing, some graphic medical issues 

***

“And then Sherri just walked out-” Angie Romero said to you, but then she saw someone walk into the hall. “Oh, Justin’s here.”

It was eight AM on a Monday morning, and the students of Liberty High were sitting in homeroom half-asleep, dreading another week of work before two days of freedom.

You turned around, only to see your boyfriend stagger into the homeroom and slump onto a desk. His hair was sticking up in different directions, and he was dressed in that old denim jacket and beat up Converse. You got up, giving Angie a quick smile.

“Listen, I’ll talk to you later, okay? I need to check on him.”

Angie nodded, already distracted by her phone as you walked away.

As you walked towards him, Justin didn’t look up, keeping his head on a textbook.

“Justin,” you said, shaking his shoulder. “Justin.”

He opened his eyes groggily, and you saw that they were ringed with dark circles.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, attempting to give you a smile. “What’s up.”

You touched his arm, noticing that he looked paler than usual.

“You.. you okay? You look terrible.”

He nodded slowly.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Didn’t get much sleep over the weekend, with Meth Seth in the house and everything.”

“He’s back?” you asked in shock, eyes wide. Justin’s mom had kicked out her stoner boyfriend after months of pleading, and after he almost killed Justin choking him. “I- why would she let him come back? After what he did-”

“Yeah, well, she doesn’t care, Y/N,” he snapped, rubbing his face. “I-I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m really tired-”

“I’m not sure it’s being tired,” you said, suddenly noticing how bloodshot his eyes were, how he reeked of smoke and alcohol. “Justin, have you been drinking?”

He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his messy chocolate hair. 

“Just a couple glasses of vodka, last night, to help me sleep…”

“And what, a whole bottle of Bacardi this morning?” you snapped, suddenly realizing that Justin was only late because he was outside, drinking. You grabbed the water bottle in front of you, sniffing at it. “And this too? Justin, what the hell?!”

“Just leave it, okay,” he said quickly, grabbing the bottle from you and pulling you into a corner of the hall when the bell rang. “I can take care of myself.”

“No, you can’t!” you yelled. “Why are you doing this to yourself?”

He looked around, noticing people staring at you two.

“Look Y/N, just stop-”

“I know life’s messed up, Justin, but drinking like this won’t fix that! Are you trying to be like your mother?!”

“Just stop, okay?!” he yelled, angry now. “You don’t fucking understand, Y/N! You live in a nice house with normal parents and a college fund, but my life is not the same! I’ve slept on the street, survived on eating whatever people didn’t pick up at McDonald’s, been let down by the one person who should have looked out for me more times than I can count!”

“Justin, I can help you-”

“No, Y/N! You don’t get it. You can’t help,” he said, taking in a ragged breath. “I- I can’t do this right now.”

Before you could speak, Justin grabbed the keys to his old grey Buick and stormed out of the doors, never looking back.

***

“Honey,” your mother said when you got home. “Are you alright?”

You nodded. The fight with Justin had left you feeling confused and angry all day, but you tried to shake it off as you stepped into your house.

“Just the usual at school, mom,” you said, taking the stairs two at a time to your room. “I’ll talk to you later. I have a lot of homework to do.”

Once you were alone, you pulled out your phone and dialed Justin’s number, disconnecting again as you thought of how rude he had been that morning. You opened your textbook to go over some AP Bio, but got distracted when you saw your phone light up with a call.

“Zach Dempsey,” the banner read, and you furrowed your brow in confusion. Why was Zach calling you? He never called, always texted, no matter how important it was.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, voice tense. “Listen, is Justin with you? Because Coach wants him here ASAP and Justin isn’t picking up his phone-”

“He’s not with me,” you cut in. “I’ll tell him if I see him, Zach. It’s practice, he skips it half the time.”

“I guess,” Zach replied, still sounding weird. “It’s just that we had college scouts in, and.. I guess he just ditched. Thanks anyway, Y/N.”

“No problem,” you said, and disconnected the call. It was weird that Justin had ditched practice that day, especially after how much he wanted to get out of Crestmont and go to college out of state.

“Probably just forgot,” you said to yourself, and dialed his number. Even after three calls, he wasn’t picking up. You knew Justin would hate himself if he missed the opportunity, so ignoring how mad you were, you decided to find him.

“Mom?” you called. “I’m going to Sherri’s. To study for the big test.”

“Come back before dark,” she yelled after you, and you nodded as you walked out of the door. 

***

“Where are you?” you mumbled to yourself, driving down the school lane. Over the past few hours, you had checked the whole city, even his mother’s house, which had been empty and dark. He hadn’t been at any of the places he visited most often, and as it began to get dark, you were getting more and more worried. He still wasn’t picking up, and Zach was also out by Monet’s looking for him.

There was nowhere else in Crestmont he could’ve gone… unless…

You thought back to two months ago, when he had told you about this place his dad used to take him as a kid whenever he was home. It was at the very edge of town, a small lake, hard to find, but the way Justin had spoken of it, it had sounded like heaven on earth. It took you another forty minutes to drive there, and the only way to it was down deserted, dusty lanes that looked like they hadn’t been traveled by since the war. It was dark, then, and cold, as well, and the lake by the corner was an inky black abscess. You shivered as you walked towards the lake, and then, suddenly, you saw the gleam of a dusty old car by the very edge of the water. 

“Justin!” you said, relieved, and began running up to it. You pulled open the door to the passenger side, seeing Justin on the other side. 

“I am going to kill you-” you began, but then screamed when you saw that he was slumped over the wheel, eyes closed and a trickle of vomit on his cheek, the radio still on and playing Greenday under it all. 

“Help!” you screamed into the abyss, shaking Justin as he still didn’t open his eyes. Your fingers shook as you tried to dial 911, messing up the order of the numbers until you finally got through.

“There’s an emergency!” you yelled into the phone. “My-my boyfriend, he passed out and vomited and won’t wake up-  21 Schaefer lane, Outer Crestmont. Hurry!”

You dropped the phone on the ground and tried to wake Justin up, shaking him and throwing the remains of a bottle of water on his face. In ten minutes, an ambulance appeared, and as you watched, Justin was put on a stretcher and taken into the back of a van. You tears clouded your eyes until the world was just a kaleidoscope of blue and red. Would Justin survive?

***

Part 2 will be out on Monday, 5th June

Alcohol poisoning is serious issue and affects thousands of people each year, and can be fatal. Please, please do not drink- and if you do, please do it responsibly and do not exceed a normal tolerance level. Too much alcohol may even cause asphyxiation. Don’t drink alone, and never drink and drive. It may seem trivial, but may prove to be incredibly dangerous.  https://www.collegedrinkingprevention.gov/parentsandstudents/students/factsheets/factsaboutalcoholpoisoning.aspx

-Maya (@thirteenreasonsfics)

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