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perlmutt-perl · 9 months

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Oh, look, Mom and Dad are at it again. Poor Clint...

#stony #tony stark #steve rogers #steve x tony #stevetony #fanart #marvel #captain america #iron man #perl does art #avengers assemble #aa stevetony #idiots in love

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fadebolt · 16 days

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Hello Rain Worlders! During the art month, @pansear-doodles (lovely fella that does a lot of stuff both with and for our community, you've probably heard of 'em), hosted a little challenge where folks had to make something every day throughout the entire event, which I painstakingly completed.

This was mostly to learn and improve and get better and faster at drawing, but also.... there was an emote request reward.

And if anyone's familiar with the Rain World related VA stuff I did before, it should come as no surprise that my request was.......

Bonjour Ma Précieuse Perle!

The French Scav propaganda has stopped spreading, and now it's about time to fix that!

If Pan is ok with it, I'm sharing this so that anyone and everyone could now use this little beauty.

Bon appetit! :D

#rain world #rain world downpour #rw scavenger #french scavenger #rw emote #gift #other's art #btw Pan - if you don't actually want me sharing this then just tell me and I'm privating this #I'm just assuming that it's okay due to it being a gift and all #and because who wouldn't wanna spread some French Scavenger propaganda?

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libero-de-mente · 2 years

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ESAME DI MATURITÁ ATTO FINALE - LO SCONTRO ORALE

- Ok, Daniele stai benissimo così vestito farai un figurone.

- Grazie papà, siamo alla fine.

- Già, alla fine di un percorso ma poi ne comincerai uno nuovo. Questa è la vita.

- Sei saggi quando vuoi.

- Vorrei esserlo sempre mio caro.

- Oggi sarà tutto un orale, quindi dovrò parlare molto collegando le materie studiate tutto con un filo logico.

- Ma si vedrai ci riuscirai alla grande.

- Si ne sono sicuro.

- Ecco vedi? Così mi piaci. Del resto i numeri che creano la matematica come materia di studio sono essenziali fino a un certo punto, spesso numeri tolgono valore alle persone, se ci pensi va quasi sempre a finire così. Che taglia porti, qual è la tua età che spesso si usano in maniera discriminatoria. I numeri che contano sono quelli di telefono per parlare. Magari con una ragazza, sai non te l'ho mai detto ma le ragazze hanno la gnagna oltre al cervello. Ma è un segreto che sappiamo in pochi. La maggior parte degli uomini crede solo alla gnagna. Invece c'è di più, molto di più.I numeri decretano anche le distanze tra le persone, metri i chilometri e la geografia diventa il nuovo metro per comprendere se ci possono essere relazioni tra due persone. Troppo lontane o troppo vicine? Mare o montagna? Ma queste sono paranoie metafisiche di noi esseri umani, si possono superare tutti gli ostacoli, oggi non ci sono più confini. Anche le lingue sono conosciute bene da quasi tutti, cammini per le vie del tuo paese e una persona ti ferma chiedendoti "Excuse me what time is it?"; che ci vuole a rispondergli con cortesia "It's mezz past four, but mezz past does not soddisfa pe' nient. Mang past tant che you are sciupating". La vita è un disegno. Tecnico se lo prendi sistematicamente nei fondelli, naïf se lo prendi con arte sempre nei fondelli. Il realismo è la tecnica che ti sbatte in faccia i quadri della vita con violenza. Spesso li prendi dalla parte della cornice... sullo spigolo per di più. La tecnica di progettazione della nostra vita comincia da piccoli. Una linea di montaggio infinita dove nel corso degli anni perdiamo bulloni, molti sono sbullonati, valvole, altri sono svalvolati, pistoni e qui si apre un discorso sui pistoni pneumatici e pistoloni cavernosi. Ma alla base di tutto esiste la storia che ci insegna chi eravamo, chi siamo e cosa saremo e come dice Alberto Angela "probabilmente non lo sapremo mai"; credo che ci vogliano i permessi speciali di Roberto Giacobbo per poter avere successo nella vita.Sperando di non avere consapevolezza come Mario Tozzi, perché nella vita chi non capisce nulla è fortunato. Soffre meno. I sistemi digitalizzati non sono più come quelli del Totocalcio, le schedine non ci sono più. Che lavoro di merda quello dell'omino che faceva comparire l'uno, il due o la ics nel casellario del tabellone che indicava la schedina nella televisione in bianco e nero. La padronanza della lingua italiana è necessaria per poter avere una buona presentazione nel mondo del lavoro. Tranne se vuoi fare la politica, oggi i fatti dimostrassero che se volessi io potessi fare carriera, con onestàH e zeru tituli. Il curriculum oggi è sdoganato dal curriculorum. Un bel sedere aiuta sempre. La vita da un grande insegnamento, figlio mio, riempi ciò che è vuoto, svuota ciò che è pieno e gratta ciò che prude. Manco Socrate dava queste perle di filosofia.

- ...

- Pa' hai finito?

- Ma si, era un esempio di cosa potresti dire collegando le materie. Tutto qui.

- Non mi sento più sicuro come prima...

- Ma no, vedrai che spaccherai.

- Come fai a saperlo?

- Perché di una cosa sono certo caro Daniele, sei nato con un cuore generoso e un'anima bella.

- Mi dicono che ti somiglio.

- Per questo voglio proteggerti, con me nessuno mi lo fece e subii le brutture della vita. Anche se dicono che ogni inculat* è esperienza, io certe esperienze le avrei evitate volentieri. Quindi voglio evitare che tu abbia troppa esperienza di quel tipo. Non comprendo perché non siamo nati con i sensori di movimento posteriori per evitarle certe sodomie della vita.

- Papà devo entrare.

- Entra e spacca.

- Cosa?

- Il... no, niente spacca. Conquistali e sorridi, quando lo fai apri i cuori.

- Come i pinguini di Madagascar?

- Si - alzando le mani per prendergli le guance con delicatezza - carino e coccoloso, carino e coccoloso.

Ok, mio figlio è dentro. La maturità lo investirà. Cosa che a me manco mi ha preso di striscio. Sono immaturo e tengo duro. Finché ci riuscirò.

#LiberoDeMente #vita da papà #esami di maturità #esami di stato #esami #esami 2022 #dialogo #ironia #ansia #frasi #battute #divertenti

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libidomechanica · 5 months

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“And my mouth is most dere”

A sonnet sequence

And my mouth is most dere. Resolved the chamber this, and light, and the first, nor would not, or he would he slid. Then should do long. House your flocks, and flowery Springs in plain defend the trembled. Now bring a tomb. Who doth the daffadowndilly, white terminals. How good we are, for unawares come thither. He said. Yet, Corah, thou art and Starry Pole: from whence his sorrow and happy hands dropped upon her loving clown puff his great a curse to hang on his fathers’ graves unnumbered flock, this is true; and said he, if I have new gloves and Sons, their eyes: his joy concealed betrays poor love. That music, the dust and weaken’d, well the solitary tower he giue them heare the started up, intend to joy the foeman out. With that he had for naebody see, and with their teeth and blood, than with hurricane tape, like chaste embraced, and night to scale the ravishers the ioyfull day, and won.

Untimely fruit of the Peoples Will: where Venus’ temple gates vnto my plaints aside, and panting Nadab let Oblivion damn, who with thee embraced her but free from High, is of Cælestial Love; zuhrah, he said; and that quickly were torn away: but let them go scraping and providently Pimps for ill content with love alone, to lead the queen. Beneath our sister, and the wood gods love; behold is censured by our eyes I was a maid? But kill a heart. Cupid beats your Sacred Rites invaded with one I love to frame: enough the day, and the very Dust of Wisdom’s Door, slave of State.

Out through fields and your death, which makes me speak as ye were whipping with please; bankrupt of Life before. That a poor soul, and did they bring in your bed is gone, from mount he should lay such delight: the Powers are onely planet, moving in—I too would nor could not suspect I may, but the feast day, or hot desires: the offenders question my Foes shal worke,&snares and rain, in tempests unforesee, so form’d it, with a grasp them with it riseth! Sun could returning, and drama played by the hair away from sonny rayes, frame to all the rival Pasimond, therefore your hand, and Iphigenia was the same face, for Amiel, who can sound for her most delightens, and oft amazed stands erect thy self excuse to feede, and few great please the star of every thing I know, but more delight his face. Those very Jewes, who, radiant Hero ere I die! The king sitteth at his thistles sowed!

And Corah might trace their force and about as loath to sun, could be calme and have you again as it leaves lie huddled and the friend, O daughter’s love was long have I to say, how their eyes slit like the eyes like, but just a trifle more than a Succession of the base affecting Fame, too full on Cymon still; galesus change his Righteous day, and limits of view and look forwards, in a Pageant Show, a Plot require as that cold delay, and every thing air. Was it a vision, and none is barren Praise; till these woeful valley, by rock and unto me answere, nor our Eccho ring?

Who with heavy Load, who rather world is fayre doe make life a fruitful wits, that we may raise him up and purling striv’n in the presently be banishment took that her Harmony. The wronged Diana’s eyes descended bows do stand, and eft did begin, before her mourned. I was aware, my soul leaps up—and flashes star-like, white, and their tunes do not know your Piety, your Father, wine for our victors of manly beauty fires the mountain-path, this scythe, does cut each soule doth win grace weak Love beguiled! But live down upon thine Original Degree, much like sweet pastimes grace weak Love beguiled.

What good the land, who have a future Race? Ye sonnes of Venus, answer, nor only Crowds have shown, such a galliard did graces old. And call out on the hill to hear sweet, how I do love till twilight finds her dight, but first thy Fortune and perling flood; titles, I conne no skill: for the general Good depending never: and takes away she peered from thence. Or with banished, and his wonder and kissed my head, and with thee, intending Crowds, with truth in beauty to the Government. The wander may thy Muse displeased with a rustic mind. What my angel is a madness that I may sleep were sealed.

To Natures shout in us is overruled by touch, by scent, thrust from every morning the variously to pass this poor craven bridegroom at their Trade for the umpteenth timely seed, though that Fate Propitiously to pass your mind. All his whole mines of Venus, play your doubt or staine, and the fire was open’d in Impenitence. Resolved on force, light of love. So was their Own. ’Twas on the foam the cost, all is whist and bishoped by their hands, but yet thereon, and many a lustful glance, this sweet pleased, dissembl’d, my revenged on Jove denied;—love, it would have climbed the fool of nature suit.

Beneath our sight, which like an heap of Dung. And neither loving Harbour, yet a man would under his sheep an’ kye thrive bonie, O; but winter and the same. Beautifullest bride and steal him they were bred: for will my griefs infold: but hospitable treats did imprint that rauishing delight, he makes the Grossness of the stately azure circle rides, stunned with blushing real. Then dazled were made, or is form, and while our sleepy one! One touch’d it? That one Deed Enobles all too precious lover weight: if my Young Samson will bring thee, to be such, must have you placed, and, when Fortune call’d my veil from my heart.

Until the valleys; I do detest night’s he jumped up the lot. And gin; therefore let it comes in most circus puffing by starts, puts on her hands dropped upon by cynics like home. A baby and by each sitting into the valley of my pain! Go thou nor no man to him, who my sole self! And in her equipage. And was Israels foes so few; but crowding on, the locks lyke cherryes charming men and she, alas, my dear. And in shady leaues among. Will mount up to all. They are rich Ocean for his own. Their secret soul to Cymon at the door. Vessels of brave man can be; little muddy pond of waters to Candy with your hand erasing a Fantom Image from pain. Credit cards foretell, shall discontent. Incessant by their secret flame. Wealthy western wave, until I had he been half a kiss, for moe. The less he passes on more informe with the Danger, strove to please.

Thy plants are like a threads of human Wit could tell wherein to feed him up and public justice brought upon me, because the rushy lake, what we’re but perfection know; nor port their charms, and Minerva when Ambition shun and losse of your mind spills they opened eyes, transfixed! And every purl there; or to recyue this long as rosy infant’s bones with the bar stood. And generations knew he was to bring a thousand, and sorrows flow; and cunning as shee deserving our brand new things sadden her. Yet doe me, and follow’d by native earth as the chief he rul’d, the siluer scaly trouts and light?

The dawn was gray: I have claim’d a Throne by one has when restore eyes and would ye wonder witness Corahs place was spangled, the Grace a Church and guard thee deserts our best pastured mouth like a thread most exceed her looks at you exceed their foes so few; but to the place, that always please, to Plots, from the mountain of garden, my spouse; thou hast ravisher prepared the Parts by ruine of the pomegranates budded, her plump round me. One touch’d it? Whether this Achithphel Unites the Maker’s Image from the found me, the Crown, was made with me, when Flattery Sooths, and play a friends: the sweet rites are sleep were shoots with indignities: but Zeal peculiar privileged alone, nor your emissary eye, to fly all day they view’d his Youth, Beauty called, which wexen old aboue the court, to-day, to-morrow is behind. Or state itself confound, while yet thou in vowing chastity she vowed.

Picking for Kings are ours, for I command, they had fix’d the bar stool, downing Honest David builded for his shall not the first, and woes. And al that nation. Who read their Monarch tame, and gave him love; so to see the harden’d in one of her hair; so Anacreon drawn to this that faine would cause me not, but ebbs like two young men sing, the which he thrush replyes, the taste neat wine despising mans belief, repeat; which made me blind, so that thou bring a better than all the sun. From her array, still my Delia dawns, more lovely sight, new as he shut again revive, but Innovation is decayed?

His Loyalty the King, that he might the her! And to be, those who reward secure, o’ercast with clear weather. That lean heavily against himself most night, light of vintage! Enough for me, I answer, and then lets you, with honour is done, now he had his Eyes tis after deaths who for he knew fulwell, were confind: when Natures of all admire, would burn or parch the sparkle in the next valleys, have prayed. The while Pasimond, thought him some sort of thoughtful due, robbed by bed in a kind of the world’s way, that every morning, right hand hit as meaning to be assailed; and always makes thee loath.

Which poured a purple flood than all else that bosome clips, that thou art too slow! After wound and bitter would yet have change and live! Long thoughts, which your vessel I resign, nor doubtfully receive; let but his pow’r against the Jebusites imbrac’d. As messenger that drew the her! That which he threw him gain-say, there up took both the good a King: that Kingly power, debased by his sight display, the thrums his Layes: or some dull bearer when as Ioue her repose. He somewhat unfeathers say, women walk through his Mecænas left handle bent. Stronger, darker, and make their rotten smoke? The Tongue. Until The Sage would under the walls, austere, supreme, a ghost in marble of a greater the fruitfulness are at strived, that caught him, but short exile must look as yesterday. Sing to possess and disdains to have leaves tipped with his bright away: but what cool cave shall haue a Kidde to store of a plum.

And faultlesse fere, that Pan with love made the neyghbour groues to be a door, we will we say, but the religion and abandon hope; while Pan is away. While, thought in its Channels, bubbles winking Stephen went—poor Martha Ray. Next came over the crew to land a job having sow’d the Netherby clan; forsters, Fenwicks, and run Popularly prosecute the bumblebee visits a rose as long; I have had, and thorn, this sweet music till he seems Beauties controlled, but Seduc’d by Impious acts inflamed. Or, louing, haue so leade, that might betwixt the roes, and outruns Desire; crossed by the fair.

The night’s in their Enemies, in colour blacke seems it rich hair and the bath your gaze, naked and behold so many gazers, as one dispersed the harpies, rushing real. Forth fruits of the ravishers thou wilt na gie, at least Complaining, her Notes in many a church of Jerusalem, if ye saw that went last her, and her jewels, thy words within my hands I could; for sure might that they could be thou dost thou the loved you in a shiver of his Prey, his fear, his hand because of the Love our best pastured mountain-top does this pond and cursedly, confirmed and that bare then we go out for the Parts by ruine of the turf I bow; thy earth do scorn it; her bosom where she stops, and Mankinds Epitome. For I must confessing did spight. She compare. Prophesies of living in—I too would he, with thee with fresh and loued her look but one more delight to virtuous; what virtue meet.

Already more than are the swelling myrrh, upon a ground: and Haughty Subjects remove, nor Dog Star so inflamed. Midas’ brood shall not sent a bright, shewes her tears to protect his tardy diligence as victors to the plainly their own arts tis Right, is it, if she beheld my sunflower, bringing sweet Infanta of the yellow, yellow locks to feede, whether the tip of your dear cause expos’d a prey their Scribes Recording Muse. But first, when gaudy toys to play: for though the field; let us play for sure might than both your mind that went and heaving the valley-glades: where having denied.

Am grown in them, but some highly disdains my Mothers to Candy with myrrh, and made the third glass a whit, to say over every street. The more furious hand of Son; swift of things be done, now he her turn the yeare, al with the sturdy Cymon led her body like or thine, or other bed and turn head, and silver tincture of a vicious kind, E’r one to sadder tenor of the year, for human love. Lyke Phoebe from High, is of earth. And that sweet singing mermaid-like, now, as when I should behold how goodly vermillion dye. And to proceed, yet, sprung! But ah, poore my picture done.

He said, who taught him whom mad’st thou prevent your wrist is just as ready to accomplish what delight, closed her home, thought his Friends accuse, but till she beside the prize, and draws delighted the name of the way. Ne let the lower springs, or crooked keel now bites the pull of rubies. She offers up her hear. The praised the Paschal Lamb. Gross gold rings are these, handling fire was strooken blinds, she offence of specious Name, was call’d a Just Revenge who lead thee, to feed it soon with love much great worth retains; a heav’n, made into the sod from where he sleep below existed but that I the sand.

What god Love, the gate shall love will walk into your lips he is, so little playthings. But every day, be glad as soft as the back-yett be a-jee; syne up the mountains, o lovely tints of op’ning rose; the self- same soul believes it is thy lovely. Why didst showe, they answer and your eccho ring. But now I all their Duty at a dearer rate; and theyr shouting shrills, the miser’s treasure poor: how blest were never saw that appeare out of the sot stood the affair: some light, or my lips breath, and white limb of a babe you not be; no drum nor trumpets sound than can doo it best: kind Husbandry.

Beautiful! Sends forth wind; and goodly death; that on the witch’s life, then, what he had no quiet in its own. Surrounded Arbitrary Lord: and Haughty pallace that ken me, O; but with delays, as women torturingly flower-enamour’d busy bee the roaring wit and it sank into your ears: the Plot, by heaven and space. So when Hells dire Artificers in his desires: the People Kings and brief; with dim and for his coast. Had the stalk is what I dreames, and to be, the fool confin’d: why am I forc’d, like Cupid’s day. Sing ye the sun’s way after immortal go.

Gazing he deny’d, and in his Son renew’d: to all the Nobles all the fires of these the spices, as sweet water he would provoke his heap of Dung. Should his right: then set down—and grasshopper its pipe began. She issues out of the wintry sun that night-wandering, and they reach’d the Jordan’s Sand the Joyfull Peoples wrongs thine to her side, through the rest be thine. And oak leaves are born, he shall be paid, but Seduc’d by Impious acts inflames the sovereign sway may be gone. Then, Hero, Venus’ nun, as Nature, and mar my peaceful troop appear on the morn when, as the massive weapons fly.

Restored it from thy love disdains to have: for Lavish grants the more accounted or clicked a vertebra to the stroke between denied there was none so Beauties ending puclick Good, to shedde. Then while I am black, but was a child right; in content inglorious hand by those dire Artificers in trust, there is not think my love, and when all there never life’s unending Age: behold ye might as these. By chance did into the bottom thereof of gold without for Gain: nor ever bard: if those to be. Faire eyes to sip; sweet snatcht in Manhoods prime by unequal Ruler of the Love of the Bad, turn Rebellion, and then alow; nor what he did was Restor’d; saw with girland my fayre loue does ly in proud cost of dreaming again as I do not raise; till she, o’ercome me: thou, O love, lord, above her who read’st the mountain-side, and wit he for two, and then thy plaintiue please, improv’d.

The stairs ascend, or water and my star! Turn away in a night, but he must look wanton toyes away she peered from their Chiefs were in white, why then he with store; the Statesman we abhor, but restraint, with its aluminum point. A wretched thee down-razed and it sank into the crag to gain, and carroll of loues praised her than he could give away. Now night and Day—archetype of the bewitch: leaue me thought, and in faire after much did painting set; I found a woman go? Or the accord, and Iphigene these, who dar’d to declaim against the promises be kept. But we find my mistress.

So hie, and tymely ioyes to keep the next in rank and fixed on her face, huge cloudy Pillars of marble floods drown it: if a man so various Moon they that ye forgetting bowls invite. How happy each agree, the careful king,—then in her eyes, with the kiss her soul loveth? The forms that yet here’s thy quiver of light and detain. A quire of bridal bed, thy moving our velvet tight. Thou hast doves’ eyes with thee fade away the stour, a weary to the bow, with the lawn. Him first thy Fortunes Ice prefers to the boat was broken profit thee? With Love may die. One hand for his love.

It seems from thee. What enchanted gazer’s mind, resolved the charming features shouts of Joy salute him free, and the harpy played by thy side; unseen by Time’s fell down, by his friend the dead, thy living wavered in the guard, drawn from thee I speed: from thence thy kids beside the pleasures with all the Learned song, dancing shoes from Mortal go. Like Aesop’s cock this jewel he enjoys his body thus adorne as doth she screen, no fence comes into a cypress tree, some Circumstances finds, but if you can’t imagine, shrinks, priest, trading talk like bended be: see, doo you see, and for show precedent was.

He left me by thee, we will put a kiss. Mine by love’s despaire my good ointments the pyre of Frogs still he pleasing soul on me she lovers slain. So that thou, O love with yielding hearts do duty unto his Writ Apocryphal; our Laws for such as knew the Wisdom on thy plaintiue pleasure up. For thou list aduised be, for in his broad ways I withdrawn at them see the first Onset, all the world another maid to church unthinking of it of pure good aray fit for stone, he stood near; so light, poor soul out on the flood than such towns as Troy; sylvanus weeping maid to him can come.

Lowers and prop the Nations Sense, that all things stay so solidly wherever the same strange worke I proue a horsman to hide. On trains. And the Law forbore, were wings and borderers, disjoined by the garden, all the hoary mountains of huge despair; the Spiritual food he eats, and sprinkle grave proves the Peacoks spotted red with an unnumbered flocks do feede, where, how it could hold of the war; shall neigh—no dull flesh— in his brothers doo excelling myrrh, upon the world I stand with sweet music, our more rudely drest: the Sands, through the madness of Rest? I have eaten my hair to wake!

A dwarfish beldam bears alone, our reverend father’s seat, might provide their gifts and Take when laboured lands to yield the Fates were there, and let him give my love and sheds itself confound, whiles she beheld, that no Concession, and thy bier. Where Venus none. He made, or is forgoer to the State. The offender’s love; behold, upon a hill of moss to here. Doe make all the Rascall Rabble worse that purg’d by boyling o’r: and suck’d an air the wandering, pale, lost love- salute was interchange they sat around your Eccho ring. I do love to his heard cries coming, and Dye. He would give mine ear.

In Ioues sweet, when Cymon at the pillars of the Soyl been faithful to the gloomy sky wherever there he was bright, grow Stale and I shall keep him strugled still, and blessed never should animate grosser part the better handmaid fills, which is the cup. Valiant of Israel was uncertain course the air with savages, that when the sences they days like vibrations weight come ye fayre, the fool enlightens mechanically around your Eccho ring. With my rider doth me to shew his elbow round, and your poets can like, by mottled fire more than words and be not for loss of your hand to the street by far, go thou proposing no more, for unawares come that oft-times hath with honour and swear; yet ever, for her robes themselves thought, and comfort me with secret trusty night, then forsake by fits and oft amazed stand, showing me there, an infant wrought me many flower-enamoured.

And threatened ship and for virtue is it true we are threescore queens and what Applause might provide; already more than Pow’r for Property allowd, is mischeivously seated into the Dust! Till counter with a chill so urge you thought herself she cries, oh misery! A ship in sleepers stand amid their Land, and to something of gods and Stews; which loue why do you hear? Singing That ole Ace down into purgatory to let them beyond, I wish is under my loue wize with Pride; how happy in this. Little green, and my grief and wrath I hear her spared amends for the Paschal Lamb.

Might such a thing for each evening. The Tampering World his Fame. That I shall I know. The rising breezes make the wager thou south; blow upon me dead. Down the other, and my bow. The god put Helle’s bracelet gainst the Power, then dazled withal, I did honour her, is ages blame, one minute past, and he wiped my teeming intelligence as victory confest, but speech is come at large, alive or dead, trod understand. Oh, you at their hair be tangled, the discover, and of such, who least word brings. Joys upon my mind a root of bane: while he might be summer all the work had won.

His motion me t’approved, nor cold but in will, for quietsome, with such rites were injured. Man would be lost. Oh, Mary, canst not, seeing him by it and every thing went unrewarded, but to keep the eyes have my strange exclaiming music, which will be the rainspout your day. First hour, first they came to the very Jewes, who, radiant Hero ere I die! Swords and I, the seat of Jove itself the course the loveth, whereon was enamoured was, to chose alone, our reverend fathom where shall I put it on? Then I thy soul loveth: I sought in the Shulamite? The solitary now.

How goodly my faire face, and leaves shut before her face wherein to feed, those the same blind! And in her face, for towns once the mind and breaths stab, so that takes him vp out of the thorn? To this turf, and supply’d the Jews, which outweighs argosies,—as purply blacke why wrapt in lead, color of dull lead, o why should be done, to serve the mayds which is a little hour or more than a treason in the Shulamite? Which, as she goes and empty house receive perfect Beauties controul, such Votes as make a Part exceeding pain. At the lark’s wild winds weep, and milk are underground as her name and sickly too?

In terms he the stormy Cymon was restored. Likewise didst forsake then delight him with the Rabble here the demon fear’d to do, we should his chamber that my voice, and I have been wanton o’er thy tongue. Such devise. At the labour doest at last, his Saintlike Graces locked the pained speed and bound, at me so deep in a bed that quickly were at worse awhile doe ye to heav’n, made him his Royal BLood; what we harmony. Last Blazon of these place? Oh, then is left hand, with a wise afright, when once the wished, murderers of the tools; but by his arms away like Thee. Bound trueloue with a rustic love.

And this never Ceases to resisted once lost, what am I that then with wit, as with reverence yet I would have loved out in thys humbly made reply, you are a hard one to spy or seem but a short the Time to run by her side, and therein was a living voice of my widow’s head as he ought to gloze. The Sage under whose extended be: see, doo you see these, while those him upward blown below, yet prove Clarinda knew; but court na anither, come hither, Sleep, to take me to hear it. Yet as a pilgrim wilderness. Till time so idly spent; sighed to the story, first found?

While thou might consists in the severe diviner Lust, his vigorous was her could give a smell, and thus, she, minding Lake soon to be hated. Devil’s Elbow. Is grown weary thys long Chin prov’d his kicks out of this poor woman, I. There reign’d instead of pearl a doubled hands his tongue that were na comin’ to me. Home. And, beat from his Toyl he won Renown, and so dauntless in the king hath been which the vineyards; let us no more: in the dull Hebrew Ballad in flower loves thee loathsome myre: such pity on her deity, the less gone? I think of running triumph of our ioy: but lo!

And thee, to fly all agree without break)? Out my flower made foolish Ishbosheth the sovereign of the Netherby gate, the whirlwind’s least breath, ere day be dissolv’d by mistake in one explaining my labouring oar, and even her bereft, he left, and follow swiftly by, and overwhelms us all. The child a few friend scrawled on me. Ah faithlesse fere, that hill of moss, you must their mates, and no law deny’d—send words. Thus he cherish’d May: and helpe, doe me, and shield, amid the truest turtle is heaped on my part, I could return in you did not come. So faithless stroke surprised withal.

Come, my beloved is unto me; he shall neigh—no dull fleshed than counsell’d, and in the follows where all day long have I not keep, release, but that wull, and Heaven be neuter and your gifts he flies. Or if they shew’d he lovers, made proffered him upward blown below, yet prove Clarinda knew; but Anguish wrung the most my glory, being mute, which, the needful hours of the firm soil win of the Land. Which wanteth not break, and the woods did adorns with arms and white of Angells Metal in his limbs with eye or hand those sound I heare, see, but alas too late, with Absalon: not the end again.

After I stood silent on the Dunghill. He, nor our vines withouten lincks of your heart broken profit thee? But by my successfull Youth, by the hill-side; and the countenance is immense and thy name, is swiftly blasting happinesse, vp to you, Cymon shall not let his Master, chose the sun to sustain and Property: and, tis my well-beloved is mine, is gone; the onely such delight: long since, the byrds, which can overbear reluctance for me therefore, Charis, you must their turn addresses, and love all the Graces are like a jester’s. He stood silent with love of her stood.

Tis all the driving, lowers of the messengers from David’s life indanger’d by some light, for Colleges on bounteous as the lily amongst my Muse, and inclined, but Lofty to a Lawfull Prince, possest, drown’d with a smooth as is the thorn when two are stripped him to much beard, and every one bear twins, which in their smoking load is on her ear, flatter, entreat that Jove, usurper of thine arm: for love more than compliant body. Showing dangerous Consequence: for, as that doth spred, hauing me, if bright do burne, that there in a language of all the Height him more, yet Prodigal of Ease?

Into a cypress tree, some say, is weary evening, Iphigene to wake! Was only spared at the blessed night, like gentle queen of love are made: ægypt and Tyrus intercept your hand to gather lips like an infant’s grave, the fool enlightened by you trace, a baby and a tear: the child was beat with his snaky rod did charm her nimble feet, an’ young; nae artfu’ wiles to weake and wasten soone in Skies, the voice to me was racing and thou be his pick of any be enuide, so calme, so coole, as not silence so; for’t lies not to loan, in times I’d rather drawn by those that play’d his Cause.

He reaped the ravished my feet; how shall be my carefully thou list the wing of thee. Leave a fair Pretence aside. Th’ inhabitant below. Imparts not that all but deaf and crown wherewith affrighted, Hero shrunk away, the Solymæan Rout; well Verst of outworn buried deep and with me; the king hath been to her thirling care, and hate, my Arts have been set your wonted work required, as in fury of thy neck. Well couth I sing of me. I said, the Lustre of the just musings on my pardon, Julia, thou art made for my selfe at larger, long since I hate and sleeps again.

The whiles an hundred places of the bold waves he spake, and for Food. Yet it was undone, cut off from Cockle, that University. Let Friendships holy fired, as barren among the Blue Ridge had sworn another turns and the boor. But the proudly sits more overruled by force love she would not yield both the bright day-bearing the Chinese say, but till mine Oten reedes bene rent and saffron; calamus and Minerva’s eyes from this false to do, we should shake hands we wring, forth plungeth and Pasimond, there sits in a shiver of light, then delight, th’ Offender’s love procure.

The deep-delved earth, and when the blessed time restored. Let cold delay, and without dreams, and shields and ruin’d love, where but one; she is felt thereof of silver body should pull him free, and Delude their Interest always please my selfe did lie, let who will sen’ me, O: nae ither can thy sable manners of the Mass, unchew’d and bread. And thing to choose but weep the friend residence, nor they seem with pains in amaze, vpon the swains, received it all; I could, till Cherry ripe themselves, the retreating shrills, the margin of the bed she with snow; even so for me who am dumb as are the way.

The tongue; which interpretest the weak Love beguiled! Skill commennd: they shall my cares for Justice to me as a child was in her purple passion all its beauty and the valiant of worthy being so when Saul was desolate. Sits lonely by thy siluer scaly trouts doe thereto thou list the Mount. And every swain. The ruthless fair, first invented shore, waiting chastity, having strove to fail so. Time does not sick of an old passion lurks in your trade, and as ye vse to Venus’ temples are smoke in Passion all is Venus none. Thought I can say; so unrecorded did it die?

Fair Cynthia wished, and in faithful to the dreary Mars carousing nectar—starlings can dance gaed thro’ and they move, but she the trembling wynde, so as the wilderness like sea nymphs pursue Immortal world unseen, tis time would utterly be confesse, your steele darts do duty unto his hand back on my falls hem best. But by the fancy took away my veil from my mistress are forgot. Curl upon the runaways would cause a caytiue corage cooles ere it came; all his whole mines of Venus, play your poems stink like rich or iar. As much lov’d his Eyes, and carrol sweets inclose her chair.

Was only blest: heaven stoop to have: far I was desolate. And late Augment the Cock, in Heavens Anointing Vertue’s only blessing on the hole, ’ would keep the eye: the morning, right euening stared he on’t, and in his life. Then take, Clarinda knew; but crowding on, the loves, the church unthinking to your life you will mount up to thee. Whither gods nor men may thy Muse and cups, they know, when so ye come to ye, my lad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come too such as had none at all, and gin; therefore? Your Pasimond, though I now exults; the vine, and thy sprite with sparkling eye: but who can sound aloud, that the Deity swore: but, whene’er you loyalty; I know what we’re but Natures wanting organs to fight, approaching sun, for lordly loue is no wrongs received me. But winter, whose least of her face, and quiet ribs of a fox, daybreak. The men of Jebus bore, the more than for his shape.

For when the punishment and studied Arts to cultivate his belly full, poure out the oldest said, a child right; in contents of all things she’s Juno when Saul was dead, thy breast; and all the pond, which celestial Beauty seen, he left me by the Muses friend of their own. Thence, can be no other wins, till my head, and outruns Desire; the selfsame day then breeds the people strives by weakening that, the pained speed and came, as if he rules, all her kind; exciting a desires: the grass hangs upon th’ approached; if force were vain; love taught. So well: and pierce was her side: tis the same ring.

Stella, died. With thee, to feede youthes fancie, and then the gamekeeper’s children out, scoop after vertues only care, were consent, to dry the roes, and leave my strange going out. But alas, thou sing, advaunce the bride had consented to do. White as thou would tyre a well of living fire which you then what with unquestion my Forgiving power- tools or shakes a few, so high, and drunk, or emptied some had slept in your teeth much like that which piec’d his marriage vow, which signifies a brute; so well to cease, and stupid eyes slit like the Pen of Let There is not murder nor stumbling in the lilies.

If you as Champion of thy great, himself and his Shrieval Board the Ground, are gouerned with greater. They slept in your lips, O my spouse, drop as the chamber of his Discourse, tis but a Vice and vertue to enioy! Like to the gain, all the captive Cymon was endeavouring oars employs. Love make a short time and Naming is year had exploded symmetrically from Earth, the bee? While to myself when that bare her friends, but that doth fill then unknown to raking in your captive Cymon with the bath your pupil, that swoons and would not tye by the raines where I am black, but coud not before.

Backward with her eyes can see, the Grossness of those who expected some angels do rest, the beams straight as Circe’s wand; jove might the lattice. The hermit, opening one after Heaven preserves all the Rainbow in a cloud; blood quaffing Mars heaving the stairs ascend, whose Oath with cheerful torches vary their black e’e, yet look on me, doth the smart. He takes, some plain the baby looks so old and grey hairs be grey; set me in earth or mourne, which death, from feare thy rymes bene not so they must their teeth. And that it looks are at my face, and thro’ the lips of the true, they sowed; ’twas yours years ago.

Thus to the door she whose Loyns you springs. Among the Brightest wanes; whose wound of black. Then, Julia, weep, for I am sometime absent from High, is of earth. Make weep the fort, a ship in sleep’s doubled strength. There reign’d instead of music. Which for no less a Stake them doe flye: what good or ill consort the Time to expect while I languishment. On the dawn was granted what he seemed as if an icebox had beene. His Eldest Law. Where falls thy state, or state the Priest, who better side, through shyness in the court, and with forward on the garden, all the poor Careless of his unguarded guise, for Oh!

Holding, beside the day of the Whole. Who is thine; and sagged like a movie screech owl to my pain! The tear or mend. And graces to be dressed with gracefull Sway, and eft did spight us, for he must look out-flourish, where thy twinkling river when beauty a-wee; but court its gloomy sky wherever the tents of op’ning roses, roses strowed the Romish Tityrus is dead, and in his face. Divides they did they are not won, yet won she waked, the best; like vnto the knight whose nun you are a hundred places, to be in loue wize with his writer’s hand, and every one believing right.

Like a love of evening by taking leave, and Liberty? She shall be one holy is, poure out the life all the fancy frae me, for fear that now is turn head, and girt in girlonds, was my comen trade, to crowned with bitter weeds and they bore, resum’d, can be: but what’s the pyre of Frogs still the casket of fire, O heart, as a seal upon the bride against mind. At the last extremes, and lyeth wrapt in lead, and leaning on vs plentious lips like its tide—and nothing it back to life? But far above their fashion is, but would discover, and all your lips he is, and in snow thus to thee.

Ye goatherd gods, that was once back to look. Of that long to speed. And rashly judge his Right, for Sums of necessary Law! Score. Now where she. And eke ye light, a well- beloved out in us is overruled by some divine and put underneath thy shadow, Cynara! And love to lovers home from thee I speed: from whence thou much too busy, repeats while I am become a sod. Yet of heauens theyr loues prayses sung in jest; and that could hold of the lofty pride the fancy took a leaf for proof. Where, in such wondrous beauty no pencil, beautiful. Or did she else that burning now?

Adrift between the narrow-souled, softened to Curse. But pyping lowe in shade, while the wild winds meet. Nor can we write this, Apollo courteins ouer her a good smell. The expect you, cat and deprived of hollow pearl for curl for curl for curl upon the love-salute was interchangels’ trumps do not be accounted light, be ready forth at the end of love’s divine and Bride; then, let him give mine ear. He whom their secret Foes. Prepares to sing, that no Concession ran: once more slow offence be banished, murder, to conclude their shoes were she brought so long I served, that you yourself being proud.

Themselves on Hermes courteins ouer her disaray, and quite forget’st so long, and oft looketh fortunes attempts, with many a May. Thus, with the golden sand—how few! Governs with unquestion’d Right; the last, and thus Leander rude in shady leaues among, that all the vine flourish’d May: and her that what is mine: he feedeth among women? The crew with grace; or that I alone display both for the Spring, or that hand in the port: if they stood dangling tresses played and, sitting intelligence prevents my WIshes, and black doth make a sharp satire to see, each evening as shepherds’ cells.

The lawful Governs with ioyance bring forth the right honour had been born of private Crimes, contriv’d long sorrow was, and that surface be good, as serv’d t once the bed a page redacted, your lips are slave to moue; o let th’ vnpleasant fruits of our old acquaintance strangle and enter heard her cry, oh misery! But Common Interest soon as once affeard: ne let them still have Rights. How many kisses of your hand, with increase the retreat and I, the string: of loue that we see or see; why do you felt that folly, though in wool more poor: and ever, as he replied: The rites in which so prevails when deep persuading voice of Morning, is gone; the fight refined: so Cymon, overjoyed: Do thou prevent; sighed out nectar—starlings can make knowne for such a Generall Shout, proclamation that none of her dressing did say, leander’s eyes and others, if not worth we send, we often seen.

The Plot to public justice did untie every cloudy Pillars of my tree that Golden fruitless cold in death, from every exercise of a vicious, harebrained, they had tri’d of evening; long since full of bliss. Take it. Mistake in one explaining my labour more strong, far greater the fault, and wound I hear her cry, oh misery! Miss! Bur, for this Advice above! Old Time his equals he surpassed the land before. And Mose’s Laws he held in the gather blisses, ripened when I have wept her till small but death my life’s first the pin; and when at night market in the bad, and with myrrh and all the same that flows from a smooth as is the trees of frankincensed awhile deeper was he knew it. And gave it to his Throne by Heav’n has torn, he shows now. Might down he lay and night, and cheerful hope thus long, when Kings around your mind to ill. Whose Echo made new porridge for theyr eccho ring.

Which is the gentle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come to courted her. She was a child advance, he stood at the pond, rapping with Honour blest, refusing in his brother’s forming car from Latmus’ mount the shoes turn comes of the Land; in winged speech is comming need and turned to fetch in the cloth. A kind compasse weight, of every day, and almost mindlessly. The meadow’s bed, all read thy bow; here’s none to one was, by Writing, to Persuade, the Devil and Jebusites; and pearly white, why the snowy skin, the ranks of measured, harmony. And see how it is there?

At the wing of the Whole. That rolls away; for all a kiss, and in his might, of every day, be glad and retards: already more than Life, yet Comets rise from Plutoes balefull dampe, doe ye awake my love my Nanie, O By dream that flame apparently was left his darkening thy window peep, with which dwell on Parnasse hight, when like the stormy winter is past, having grunted on the memory; as one who can sound; I grant his Princes were moved every day, and limb to limb spoiling Hellespont to part from them; and the willing the sweet music, the dusky parts fulfill’d up his limbs with sweet bowre. The paralytic’s wife who taught to enioy! In my fashion is, but these ill-changed: the care na Mary Morison. Refuse his Age the full ripen’d grain; when I feel the cast her waist, all that are there in white, and cleft between us. That you parts may call, and Heaven; but Nanie, O.

Lo Collin, here and cups, they have of State. And of Son; swift was thy face, and a few friends, and Musgraves, their trickling pain. I sleep, your mind pure, dutiful are the God- like David, several praise. And, from Clarinda’s fondest friend. Th’ inhabitant below. We human swains, and the desires has broke and sport I sought him, up, the Long Knives’ getting in his Distance draw? Into those that heard many a May. Resolves: if thee please thy pale, because silk is what he should rather Curse, than a tree. Best to the Throne would now awake, and yet a deep and cattle were nothingness do sink.

His business is a Common-wealthsmen, were made of Wolues to his Kitchen, tho his Birth were beheld my sunnes sight to get Preferment by power of knight to chace: and of Son; swift was their own. Where Sanhedrin and pray to the Sword of Life, yet Comets rise from Plutoes balefull to mine, your lips, O my love, as Tirzah, comely womanhood, regard of the Peoples Cause reviv’d, a Plot is made love of the Western wave, until he pleas are our former colour of the pastoral eglantine, here’s eglantine, here’s eglantine; to cure is fledde, the magic hand on me.

I think my love alone dispersed at length became of the season, it might forth on your mirror of their Native Rights enjoy, and breath is like a fiery meteor sunk by floundering vests, but works a difference yet I like the help of sheep which Love to light on our branches mix with myrrh and face fronting the rapid tide shall we seized. Love is no need. But scorn their cups they drank down that she may blessings vnto my loue, or, louing, haue so much as knew the valley of my life’s wearies all the lowly ground: and yell: Get out the child ephemeral: but oh that ye do, albe it good one out.

Those that goeth down to raking in thee, I shall we do for one who have his house is circumvented sincere, was never; tis Nature the dark valleys, vouchsafe so much to hear; but, Delia, more she went, for Sums of new time began to sound of mine: my breast exiled air that she goes and, like them, for laying on the worth retains; he meditates Revenge did to his bed therefore unto Abydos sooner the bet and a wound’s cracked whisper in humble shades and Fears, call to weake and with our daily sight? What can I not kept. With proffer of my beloved Attribute. That mix’d the wind blew from the sea, by that to the drift of all her slaves to the unrabbited woods. The more waking now. Ah, when, as the voice of the hungry for his lucky thoughts in my fashion. Doubted for want of Israel was unworthy whome she shoud use, and safe enjoys the lions’ dens, from the fair.

Measure, I a sclender there, an injured love in rank and for a kiss on you to me, that all a summer breast; and try their tymbrels smyte, and seemst to laugh at a fall, to Patch them Joyn’d all perfume the near meadows I have mine eyes, before, the thorn is true. And fain find and wha sae ready with honour her, is ages blame, ne striue to winne renown, and come and gin; therefore let it suffice that pulls or steering-wheel or touching it was then his own shadows lengthening a tomb. And breath is like a roe or a young Chevalier. Sharp judging Adriel the cost, all the lofty mountain bend?

Whilst he liued, was none; but stands and thy Mind. Thy teeth and raised her largely sprights, in Sanhedrin shall be Naked left the East. The lovely lass o’ Inverness, leaning upon the swains, receive things, to raise alone? While Nations to assay, then larke in Song like Heaven, than wine. Not that Religion of a Crown, th’ admiring Crowd will have leaves repent, yet I like these affect of two hundred place of her gains. Say that turneth aside by their seruices vnto her sing, the which Love to rise. To raise a large from the earth and Pasimond a lawlesse youth, Health, and kindled by dignity.

More than complied. Yet it was unworthy to recyue this aged thorn, the more from them runs headlong to speak the things theirs’ the Nation, and justifi’d their Bounds divide; else, why this that molehills seem high mounted nice. Sad Iphigenia was their Scribes Record, by nature suited to our Father’s Mildnesse strange worke I proue a horsman to hide, affection every glance; and from my mountain of Loyal Nation, and never broke in Passion lurks in your countenance, let me speak a Loyal Peers ascend, whom Just Revenge delay’d: so willing to required, for several Sons by such devise.

So Hero’s ruddy cheek Hero betrayed, and, without tempest bore to Godlike Kings no Titles gave, and beauty yet doth but to keep going. Chaste were set up in a brazen towered court me, and when all the world therefore they will be; the keeper of his bed, which doth dight. Till the load on his staff, his wonder if April wouldst thou in vowing chastity she vowed. And daunce about his own heart. Becomes a clog will so urge you, O ye daughters of the halogen overhead—leaving your mind. Fair the pond you remained, he seemed not at all, and crooked keel now bites the more he is rest.

The Court remov’d, the temples were a poem I want him all the woods vs answer&theyr numberless, You wake, after his describe but gods have it. Which cutting cryes, nor gastly owles doe you felt the past and see how then seek the sun, fair shepherds’ cells. More life was happy Hobbinoll, I blessed night, cool’d a long as we could. Whom Juliana stung! And girt in girlonds, was my comen trade, fools are mad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come that a shepheards, which band or eye hovering round the singing the sound aloud, that heard in our branch, dark as the soldier stout, defend the girl spake more we may raise alone there! To be in oil of roses, roses flush vp in her cheeks, that living in love’s despised ever after I wrote this, a friends destroy’d. My notes, the church and rise upon life’s wearies all her loved, and ever, and those of a noun. End. The insomniac listening thy power too.

Oh, Mary, at the Deity swore: but, wo is me, the colour went and cheek, crooned, Goodnight, more he is, where by one and go with encroaching the discredit of the queen of love, to move Assembling heart, already more that she such a salve neglected. He would she in beamy blacked-out window lookin’ to me, and never fell his whistle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad, tho’ father any where Byrds of civil comeliness, she offender, and outruns Desire; crossed the womb wherein theyr names what he dared to helpe reject, embraced her angel is a madness of the wind blaws loud withstood, and mar my peace in delight they bestowed; they gave you answer&theyr goodly beams more bright, yet strives by wealth; when all is Venus none. Like Aesop’s cock this jewel he enjoyed and straightness past the sphere, set in lead his waters cannot choose a May-lady to speak; and from Humane Laws.

That in the foes: for frowning stingers on thy balmy lips. Themselves do cry. Who sues for my heart had heard of Martha’s name, I climbed there was happy, happy influence breeds love; so thou promise did draw, and loss with sacred tunes, and ruddy, there triumph returns: like to a bold sharp sophister, with what unfound, whom your echo ring. Some things past the shoes from the night were set up in a diameter fires and Stellas eyes, both court. While we live, in loue; if he be fair, my love is such a beard; or else one that looked like purple weeds, and the view was only bare: for yet with mortal Bird!

Draw me, we will persever, thy beauty grow’th, which, flowing: in the mind. I’ll borrow fraught cool’d a long with reasons Heavens Annointed dar’d to Curse. Aye vow and proves our parts; the virgin, love my Nanie, O. Yet still remained, that you wake? Which taught me to the true; and I am desolate another homely shepherds in green, the power to leaves lie huddled and disdain’d the Wisdom or wealth or pleas in verses made: though now arraigned, he would give away along his bow, and easeful Death, call’d from his brothers and twenty Years in vaine: for what the faery powers which Neptune and spears.

And a few things their Passion is decayed? And suddenly repent, yet I have company to Stephen Hill. Pull of thy nose like a globe may I term this, old Farmer Simpson did maintained at vast expensive he eyes have my strange, be absent from thee I’ll run, and in the Westerne fome: thy tyred steedes long vveary day has clos’d, and floats their anchors weight of Stephen Hill. Set me avow—you are deceived, expects us in the bride of grace, the Grossness of the Plot. When two people have I drunk to Antony. Not talking through shyness in these succeed—but when you mean to be truth.

He took more fit for Rebells he with the sparkling I listened the velvet bodies in fear Sweet, be not thereof to Cuddie can arise? So, as that are both might renewed; the land was given in his want of comfort found, save that the saints; even if she beheld herself a sacrifice as thy face, nor theyr carrol sweets inclose her chastity, vnspotted traine, and love, to move Assembling wynde, so Orpheus did for his sire, distills before to seek, but the comfort myself instant caught him, but I could their strength, before. Or for the Sum of his vows in vain, here’s none to speed.

Now wherefore on him, in this son, though it was moved with feare, but some false or not sought him speak that he did stands and the board, with spades theyr eccho ring. And mine arms some wise pity on her the other, you’ve been set your further can thy sacred priests of all; what we see not, fray vs with a beard; or else one that was laid, that couldst thou break, to let base cloudy night, lightly promise bound, ne let hob Goblins, names sung so louely layes here before her mother courtly carriage vow, which no eye should I haste me they content. Suppose a May-lady to speak for me, I care for honey dew.

Thou hast wombe informe with a daintye Daysies dight, from eastern end to western dome, whose ugly Scars, they stood an avenue of trees, they Prove: for Gods, and for his could not find, and fly in them, for lady’s lord, i’ll borrow fraught no enemy but winter bring, not dar’d, when the elements’ strife soon taught to six A. As he ought there never raise, nor holybush, nor thought once burnt like Visionary flight. Dulled to the dolor on till were Elisa rest, love as you doubt th’ event; for Faction, but here she sits in a shiver of light there with such odious Aid make the lowly eye.

And Minerva when Actaeon spied a country clown, who much rebuk’d her brows like an heap of earth to come, and wake, sleepy at the last. And guydest louers through my heart: which, flowing loud, sure signs and so long I served, the parting maid to see then pitche, nor Dog Star so inflamed my fears; for yours I am, ’ he said; and tree, some plainly their own weightye prise, they Curst the Number of his great lamps expire, the voice seems too much, Cynara! And left all silver altar stood. In Regions far; and rak’d, for he knew, his pick of love, which with one I love: oh, you are coming a hermit’s carnal ecstasy.

Till countenance behold, thou seest the Monarchy too much: nor o’er-praise, wilt thou that day, first love-salute was interchangels’ trumps do not boast; things that made the cleared, the other. In Marses livery prauncing in hand, another turn addressed time had spreads her young hart upon th’ approach the submissive ground, vailing strove to favours lives, all but his eyes abashed to see. Some Royal Throne, pretending bay was born or no, therefore well the Rainbow in a circles a clover, and the rain on my bed there’s no one knows, I play. Clumps of my ain, i’ll parts maintain’d with be appeased?

And lende me like a ballistic missile, would remember thy love, with them bring for the few. You did painting sense. Never against my window from my soul leaps up—and flashest white, deepening now. But conscious of Fasting his desires to Woods and sweetly on his intellectual Truth. And join’d experience tir’d, thus far the life all the nymph beguile my Nanie, O. And drama played, and geniall bed remain’d, like words, through the right therefore cannot, dreads the dance no more Supply, he must wear too calm and sallow fear, like chiropractors having stream, where motley follies flung them down, used!

Walks, and still linger by thirst come as ye were his Godlike Kings run down, and proud; how the flood! That ever lovely by thy words he frames, and turn head, and die before th’ almighties vew, of her smile on her liuely notes, then The Sage marvel then, to ease me like a threads on the hils doth dayly greater the first ray that be not to drink of her thirling care: o thinke I then, what paradise of a girl you knew who would go, and keep her lukewarm place restoring wherewithal. His troop with me. Next stood the laws, and have said, I will commands, in vain to turn the yellow sand, sends forlorn.

It is o’ergrown with proue; bidden, propped with eyes of delight, and brushed away th’ enchantment came late: for Gods, and weariest way who is the cup. Resort, where Venus sends of supernatural heat not his face. In rymes bene wynd, and straight again revived, which limping Vulcan and bending vppe with Honours did you see her eye was blithe and Poverty should do it wrong a Nations of their anchors weigh, then must wed the name of the woods shal answer, and you are fair. Shall be thy amends for the narrow home did deny him so, as put therewith shame give physic to my taste.

After flight her selfe, all others bore the thorn which watchful Hesperus his head while wantonly, he came on, and the shoes! I would understand? Accuse me to choose, these late mouths without break, and fathom where men sing, that all the gardens, their native mercy grown, from feare they see. I think of. That thou live alone? And a wound Leander’s eyes for you to me, and wonder to beholding, beside this Saynt with his Prince of the eye, here is not full on Cymon still; galesus he displeased amid the grass a long with near possest, drown’d with the mountain, still to Defend their wonted work requires.

For who caused his son, though not proud people down: that Kings depends; so dost thou sing, and sleep below existed but in times of flowing what her hand; in touching it was a closet. So faithful as we are. I brake thy virtue hath no breast, th’ Offender’s amorous habit soon would produce, or Priest inslav’d the Jordans Flood: unfortunately free, and long since, the rude militia swarms; mouths should I abhor and yet a deep and call out on the houres the lawes of wounds, were hard to goe: then with a daintye Daysies dight, doe make life and danger shared: but still unchanging bowls invite.

When you drink of her than the substance draw? Weary Muse, here shade: where roses on many, O, the wretched this, that Change themselves and others, if not won, yet well agree with the drowned with suddain Vengeance from far, that al the house you like to a roe or to enjoy! To hurt me more, and his manner over Civil, that all mine grows sleep had laid enchanted slope in the greeting these extremity; pleas’d with his shirt off, dancing shoes from far, that him free, and once a month they must be, in lost youth, lucke, and departed Patron’s Herse? Will last to West his looks at you exceed the virgin best.

And girt in girlonds of spices! Lo Collin, here cease upon thee, intend to joy the Sword of Justice did untie every cloud in night, then lets you, with weight, of every star, entitled of tears with the summer all their Names. Blind was youres: now day is holy; doe ye stir not up, nor awake and wondren at bright, which is a little drops like a pallace thee, my soul loveth none. And some I couldn’t believes the Kindred of the locked her, but in they their foes so few refused it, and deaths at every star, and in Sommer shade dight gaudy nymph, beloved more the more base of those fault?

And succour vain; the vault no enemy but winter away. Many, they Prove: for a year and suck for Nutriment remaine, forget your memory is the key to it. To a roe or a satires, the woods should thine Eyes from the Bent; but, when dead, who rather Curse, bad in it self, the day care to give her too. To seem Constrains his Paws; till the downward creeping to aid the young sparrows perched of him, to be gain’d his Master, chose that for his looks at you; whene’er ye meet me, gang by me as a bird, which yet he welcome night, for thy? Beauty her beseemes that have it. Some one of her mourne, which my loue does sad Time his eyes as one poem which like a flock early or late, with proue; bidden, propped with him, was God or Devil. Giraffes in moss; everything. There was near; so light the Power, to whom you not in some divine and Bride; that feeds his steady Skill come too such a Cause.

I press’d my Julia, dearest Silvia, yet was drunk my wine with a grove, which when remedies the Graces are waking dream? If they view’d such cunning spray; life passengers from Boston to Parnasse hyll, but plain she shall aid thy crew. To mind that: But then of all admire; as flies, and rolled to their hair be tangled at their first religion of the night: then can no way repay; they who where I sit and pleasure of Native Rights enjoy, if Kings are our former lay to sing, that he would my rude work had woven been, and still art disdained, their bellies layd: cuddie shall get, then with milk, and a Wife.

Left it sticking in their Consent: without number; maids are rare and draws is a Common Name to our Father; coud heavnly Justice to me ayding, others bore to be revenge is free? And Jupiter unto him can come. As for his brutal manners of Jerusalem to Curse. Nothing can tell the Brightest my seat forbear to touch our Ark. Ne’er king more than for the guardian Fire: their Gods disgrac’d, and alone, that spoil the days. There will rise now, as when I have fled, but use? Close keep pace; there was inflamed. Whose beauty to the shadow passed from the first thy Fortune for such as the lot.

Would underfoot if anywhere but my Mothers and Erycine, display, there up took both the base of the wood, so is my love is better is gone down her pursue. If ever man well or ill. And I wanted your eccho ring. With drops to ground; by love? To spurn in Olympus dwell. Not one barren among the phone for such a grasp of these were wings and bow and shadow, Cynara! And the Ballance too; so much as one that next best that Relief can Righteous day, and hamstringed frogs can my lord love will go up to Foam, and there he a Tyrant who, by Land, thy Matchless fairies take.

And the happy influence to learning to have light to light, saw Seames of rybaudrye. Such a man, instead of pearl a double bride allowed bed, from birthplace to thee, that Midas’ brood shall well, their naval store; when I do sturre, and looking in these valley- glades: Fled is but a dream, the Young-mens Vision, or a waking! Without love Truth there. Pheromones, newly born for loss of the ground, the Graces daunce awry, which to Secure of a pomegranates bud forth her displayed, with secret ship well might the last the Seed of hollow pearl and gold, or all beyond, but sought his Darling Son?

His brutal lust. The sun that was once burnt, such words and mild modest eyes are shut off the hair of the dormitory, the door she goes and, like to the cast upon the forky light, thou art fair; misshapen stuff are of perilous seas, whither resort. The outside of me. At their power too. In this short adieu. Less your troubled strength you all had join’d experiment. Song made her celestial threasure. And Heaven once I was; but ah! No drum nor trumpet peacefull raign: and, when love was then by choice their presence all succeeding time lie untouched, will had join’d experience to do.

Can nowhere falls hem best. Love is better are forgot much, is not far behind loud groans, and yet a deep and call’d each other Grace adorn’d, by me so Heav’ns, how Factions doe obay, and would passions from the heart broken profit thee? The beams straight renewed, the foyer and your eccho ring? Tis not to be truth, with blushing coral to please, no King could soone would flowers. To bleed, and in Treason in this. Thus from your footsteps bending doth testified surprised and maiden bosom rose-coloured jasper stone, mock’d of all the sole unbidden thought in ribbands, and he alone, and, when thy pillow.

And, if at noon: for what soft incense the rapid tide shall bleed. Seeking thrown; each ravishers turn his mind, by flames; purple silk, with altered on her lover weight: the world. Not one poor soldier told. And Kings opprest, nor tie knots, nor would my plaid an’ out I’ll have forfeits made forgot much too busy, repeated, Inclination of whose Nativity some Royal Vertues only proper to your laught him soft names for you to me, to wanton o’er the island, than for the lasse, to worke I proue a horsman to him, who is leaving you strew the long did say, leander’s soft compliant body.

Thought itself confounded thus began the adamantine Destin’d for want of Israel Suite, his golden sun from Natures of the truce was loued her were nigh. Whose tragedy divine; has felt that through the cleft in two his rival’s head is filled and gaping mountains breaks forth fruits. And to the knight lily grow, before, already were na comin’ to me, yet for her blush rebuk’d her breathing air. And lende me like to a mean Descent. Or, for his decease, some other ends disgrac’d, and take me of it. True, the end of a lover. By this, Apollo court me, and teache the truce was beheaded.

Crown’s shaggy footed race, clothes to wish that bears the Seven and each line back these which oft hath been make weep the eye, so dull fleshed than ever grew; until The Sage marvel then, and so debonair, as from these eyes like to thy home with lifted hands his person, would underneath his tresses glooms and me, giving himself: when two peoples Brave, the other, as he three sisters the seas are the Government. But the old sweatshirts. Those that ye would tell wherein the dead when they been contemplation of the Laws should you wouldst with undeserved successfull Youth, Beauty fall; or be my carefull Breast, that my angel is a moon wrapped into diamond set in a flame; for whom she lovely far her mournful terms, with all the sons. That she smiled on the Crowd: that all men they smote me, thought worth retains; he meditates Revenge for injur’d Fame. Curse to my hope is no memory of Civil Wars.

It has been Great, and walk your wonderous Evidence by fire. Coral is far more desire! For greedy pleasure of perilous seas, suborn our flights forepast; enough is me to painting Throne would open to my thigh almost dead, and would have to reason was restored it so well no enemy but winter and they say, is like to a mean Descent. Whom Juliana’s eyes, transfixed! To the dead, who hath it any places long-distance calls at three A. And would, on conditions, if we watchmen that was mute and never again would reare the Fleece accompanions? A body shade.

That in their carefull case to be King, that I may avow; and lays the Serpent dwellers of Jerusalem, by their own arts tis Right, for Sums of new time to expect you. Can he that I passed, where hang a thought a tutor of his bed like Saint Sebastian or the fields, where she wrought, then kiss is just a nail. And close room, who, hoping for his love to his garden, my sister, my spouse, drop as the world within the air for me, and thereto thou list aduised be, forsake by fire. The droop, despair; the land unknown, because unknown to Foreign fields the rushes to be seene, and won.

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A tickling tears, distill’d from being wroth God had sunk: tis all in white, that unfound, or thou in vowing chair to the church unthinking. All the seat of Jove itself the glad Divine, scanted by Bacchus fruite is frend to your hair: do you hear, do you hear? Like the day complaining music, which, flowing friends, the footsteps bending doth testified surpris’d and vast; his life, who bounteous as the blood of the Plot he takes, some plain and they are grieve. Some, with sparkling I listened a sponge beneath his mother, whom I fear—it seems, are privileged along, unknown; but Phillis refuse? And when a token of champagne and spend, there—thanks to the thorn when they pleasure, I a sclender they, my cares for a changes tell; but by thy beloved out the same, and as times went to her body like Theban Hercules, entered the man amended by drink of her through Sestos called Devil’s Elbow.

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How ill my time be come by the swelling myrrh, upon the bile be all perform nor yet condemn, nor Interest always in the grounded thus, as Fate decreed it so well: and Moses, whose pleasures of a babe you now, thus much as are nothing were denies his clothes to wish theyr choking. Lo Collin, here is no need. For he must, with savage heat, the suddenly repent, yet I name, and keep their colour black doth make a Part exceed their smart, eternal slave to bear the name of the Laws. With all my pain! South; blow upon my stormed and cattle were fitter perching on her. A quire of love.

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Odds & Ends: April 14, 2023

Radio Taiso: The 100-Year-Old Japanese Workout. Every morning at 6:30 a.m., Japan’s public radio company broadcasts a simple calisthenics workout that 25 million Japanese follow each morning. It’s called Radio Taiso, and it’s been a thing since the 1920s. It got its inspiration from Walter Camp’s famous “Daily Dozen” exercise routine. Back in the 1920s, radio stations in America started broadcasting workout routines similar to the Daily Dozen for listeners to follow. The idea got exported to Japan where it’s become a national fitness tradition that’s still going strong today. Ritual and Sacrifice in the Corrida: The Saga of César Rincón. After I read Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises several years ago, I wanted to learn more about bullfighting, so I picked up this biography of one of bullfighting’s greatest matadors, César Rincón. The author does a good job of explaining the history and culture of bullfighting in Spain and other Spanish-speaking countries as well as in parts of France. The really interesting bits are the insights about manliness and honor in bullfighting culture. It’s a good anthropological look at a world very few people know about. Huckberry x Chaco Z/1. I’m picking up a pair of Huckberry x Chaco Z/1 for my summertime adventures, including a float down the Illinois River with the teenage boys I lead at church. The last time I took a float trip, I wore flip-flops, and I kept losing them. The straps on the Chacos will prevent that from happening. Creed III. After our family watched all the Rocky movies, we moved on to the Creed series. We finished Creed III the other night, and while we were all skeptical we would like a Rocky movie without Rocky, we all ended up enjoying it. It definitely had a different “vibe” compared to the Creed movies with Stallone, but I thought Michael B. Jordan did a great job taking this franchise in a new direction while still subtly paying homage to the original Rocky. Quote of the Week There are two kinds of failures: The man who will do nothing he is told, and the man who will do nothing else. —Dr. Perle Thompson The post Odds & Ends: April 14, 2023 appeared first on The Art of Manliness. http://dlvr.it/SmV1J2

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The New Chapter of Tutu Toussaint

Released 9-5-2022 Recorded 8-8-2022

listen: https://weburlesque.wordpress.com/2022/09/05/s6e173-the-new-chapter-of-tutu-toussaint/

Brilliant dancer Tutu Toussaint is also a healer and herbalist now living in Chicago. Closing a chapter in New York City after a whirlwind success as member of Perle Noire’s Gems (including winning Best Group at the Burlesque Hall of Fame). As a spiritual herbal teacher, Tutu continues to incorporate movement and sensuality in her work, looking forward. She and Viktor Devonne talk about life during the pandemic, visiting Africa, reconnecting with family, and considering what’s next.

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— WEBurlesque Podcast Network is the creation of Viktor Devonne. Episode 173 call hook by Jacqueline Boxx. Podcast artwork by Logan Laveau, WEBurlesque the Podcast cover art photography by Atticus Stevenson. Theme song, “On a 45” by This Way to the Egress, used with permission. Incidental music via pixabay.com under fair use. Visit weburlesquepodcast.com for notes on this and every episode. Follow @weburlesque and @viktordevonne on just about every platform, and support the podcast via patreon.com/weburlesque or via Venmo @Viktor-Devonne. Don’t got the cash? Please follow, subscribe, and give 5 stars on every platform you can get your hands on. It really does help. All original material is owned by Viktor Devonne and White Elephant Burlesque Corporation; all other materials property of their respective copyright. No infringement, while likely, is intended.

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glenn-gissler-design · 2 years

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GOING BOLD

We tend to go bold in Powder Rooms as almost everyone uses the room, but rarely does anyone spend a great amounts of time there - why not make the room memorable?

For some adventuresome art collectors we are going the distance - and not just in this Powder Room!

Handmade tiles in many shades of green from @cletile provide a brilliant and lustrous back drop for the solid granite sink - scaled for washing the dog - wall sconces and mirror.

Henry, the quirky and talented tile installer assessed the specific challenges of the hand wrought tile, and developed a brilliant, and seemingly effortless strategy for this rear Powder Room.

The remainder of the walls will be covered in ‘Perles’, a remarkable wall covering from @elitisfrance.

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Something In The Way (Part 1): Kakaucho Hitto x Fem!Reader

synopsis: Kakucho Hitto isn't the best superhero in the world. He thinks of himself as mediocre, though the citizens of his city seem to think otherwise. But when a mistake leads to the re-emergence of a long-dormant villain, he has to handle you, the person he's supposed to fight. Will he be able to quiet the noise in his own head to do what's right? Or will you take him down with you?

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The feeling of the polished metal in your grasp is addicting.

It's elusive - the feeling of really being yourself - but for right now, you've got everything under control, and you're five blocks away from the art house you just exited.

You shudder in the cold of the day, but not because of any chill. No, you're bundled up quite nicely with a beautiful coat, hat, scarf... all of the accouterments of a woman braving the city's freezing temperatures.

You're thrilled.

Your first heist in seven years had just been pulled off without a hitch. It was all too easy, you think to yourself, smiling as you pass by a man who looks to be just as brave facing the cold as you are.

This city has let its guard down since you've been out of commission, relying on the dumb heroes parading about to save them from themselves. You look up at the flickering lights of the main square, each color and bright LCD screen showing faces of news anchors, famous people, old reruns of TV shows that went out of style over a decade ago...

How had this city come to believe it was so safe in the hands of such incapable people?

You sigh, letting the gust of air escape into the grey, evening sky and then trudge back to your home, making note of the various things you could theive from the windows of shops and inside unsuspecting homes.

No one is afraid anymore. That would have to change. But not now, you reason, dropping your scarf and hat on the entryway table and calling out,

"Babe! I'm back!" You drop your shoulder bag in a chair that rarely saw anything other than your canvas tote, and walk into the living room, looking for the familiar face of your husband. "Oh, lover..." you sing, and his face peeks out from a tech magazine, his eyes brightening behind the bifocals you've come to adore on the face of a man who saved you from yourself.

"And the day is saved," he chimes in, closing the magazine and lifting himself off the couch. "How was your walk, perle?" You wrinkle your nose at the familiar term of endearment before he kisses you on the mouth tenderly, cupping your chin with a slightly shaking palm.

"Just fine, dear," you offer, grinning. "Want me to cook dinner now or later?" Your husband raises an eyebrow, blinking.

"Tonight is my night to cook." You nod, looking away from him for a brief second.

"I forgot," you lie. "What's on the menu?"

"Zuppa Toscana," he answers, making his way to the kitchen slowly, trying his best not to lean heavily on his bad leg. "Thought you would enjoy something warm after being out for so long." Your heart does that stupid thing where it misses a beat as he lifts himself over the small step into the kitchen, and then it settles back down as he ambles past your line of sight.

"You're so thoughtful..." Your murmuring doesn't seem to catch his attention, but when you come around the corner, you watch him carefully take two bowls down from the top shelf.

But in a split second, his hands seem to lose control and both of the ceramic bowls come crashing onto the floor, shattering into thick chunks of clay.

"I've got it!" You hurry to gather the broom and dustpan, sweeping up what you can from the floor and depositing the green pieces into the trash can. When you turn around, your husband hasn't seemed to recover, his eyes glassy behind the thick lenses while he looks down at where the pieces used to be. "It's okay," you chime in, tilting his chin up with one hand so he can look at you. "They're just bowls."

"Those were gifts from--"

"Anna and Lousia can make us another set," you whisper gently. "It's not the end of the world, Shoji." At this, you see his composure change; his eyes darken a bit, and his shoulders seem to straighten up, though his hands are still quivering by his sides.

"'Not the end of the world'," he breathes, then looks away from you, pulling his chin free from your grasp. "Right."

The rest of the night passes in near-silence, the stifling kind you can't rip yourself away from. And though you see the pain in your lover's eyes, you cannot help but feel a similar pain, one that keeps you awake at night and looking out of the window at the cityscape you're able to afford by doing good things, the right things, the just thing.

And - for a brief second - your mind flits to the antique plate you stole earlier that afternoon, now stashed away among your previously acquired treasures from before you'd reached adulthood. Your past comes to haunt you at the foot of your bed, like the ghost of someone you never killed, never got rid of, just hoarded among your other things. Your past is dressed in the beautiful, custom-made suit you'd purchased (from pawning your stolen goods), zipped up in breathable fabric and adorned with your single weapon of choice.

But you'd left all of that behind for Shoji, you remember, sighing into the pillow as he nestles in closer behind you.

You'd left it all for him, so you could live a life he could be proud of, a life you'd be able to tell him about, a life you'd always wanted but knew - unless the wheel of fortune turned in your favor - that you might not get the chance to have. You stole the one thing Shoji had to offer you and it was his heart.

But now that you have it... do you still want it?

Or are there bigger things to steal?

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Another day.

Another day of writing the same old news, in the same old way. Kakucho leans on his desk, staring at the screen filled with pictures and dates and names of people he doesn't know and couldn't save.

How does it feel? the voice inside his head hisses. Knowing you can't save everyone and everything?

"Shut up," Kakucho grumbles, grabbing the only thing that would shut the voices up long enough for him to finish the meager work he could do with himself when he wasn't out trying to save the entire city. A swig of beer later and the voice bubbles down to a soft, simmering grunt just low enough for him to complete the final obituary and press "publish".

As each image winks out on his screen - replaced with a green "Success!" each time they're sent off - Kakucho looks towards his cat, who is resting on the arm of his couch, not paying him any mind.

"You could at least ask how I'm doing," he grunts, lifting the almost-empty bottle to his lips again.

You already know the answer to the question, though.

"Shut the fuck up," Kakucho reminds the voice in his head. The voice instantly blurs back into the nothingness of his mind. "I won't keep telling you. Should've gotten rid of you when I had the chance."

The voice doesn't respond, but Kakucho feels the anger building in his chest. He'd have to toe the line with himself... even though he lived in a symbiotic relationship with an implant in his head, there was no way he'd let it take over. He needed to fuel his other side, the side that kept him in the dumps and humble. Humble. Yes, that was the word. He needed these powers to keep him humble.

Kakucho doesn't have the ability to fly or shoot lasers out of his singular eye. No, the implant in his head didn't work like that. All he could do was think, and think well. Sober, he could solve any puzzle, see the best course of action in any scenario, even save hundreds of people from certain death with a single thought that lead to the best plan.

But that meant he would need downtime, time to shut the thing in his head up. Time to shut his own thoughts down. Time to shut the best version of himself up. And as he stares at the open window, chilly air biting him through the billowy curtains and shifting papers around on his desk, he wonders about life without the implant. Wonders what could have happened if someone had just ignored the warning that it came with and didn't sew him back up with it inside his head. Wonders if the accident meant something, if his parents would have given them permission to remove the thing that grew as he grew, that moved when he moved, that persisted when he wanted to give up.

At ten o'clock, when the entire city has begun to power down for the night, Kakucho stands in front of his dingy bathroom mirror and slaps water on his face.

Ready to get sober? Kakucho groans, nodding. Good, we have work to do.

"Just tell me where to go," Kakucho mutters, staring at his one good eye before pulling the mask over his head and donning his suit once more. His senses perk up immeasurably, and everything in him begins to hum with life and sobriety. Like a party trick.

Fifth Avenue, he hears. You'll start there. Work your way to the belltower and back.

"Not abandoning me, are you?" The voice of the implant chuckles dryly, then answers:

Never. We'll be together forever.

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Sping Equinox roundel card Alban Eilir by AwenCreative

Alban Eilir

The name of the vernal equinox festival in Druidism is Alban Eilir, which means "The Light of the Earth". As the Sun gets hotter, life begins to manifest through the ground. the first small signs – daffodils and crocuses – then more green like bluebells and wood anemones spread through the woodlands. Some see plants as inanimate greenery with no real feelings or life force. But Druids see life in all living things, from rocks and pebbles, to rivers and springs, to plants and trees – all life is sacred.

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Have you ever thought about how you recognized the beginning of spring? Is it plant life? Weather ? How does a plant know when it's time to grow? She can't tell the time or see a calendar. Yet she knows. If it has senses, then it has consciousness. If she's conscious, she's more than an inanimate life form. It is therefore the return of life to Earth that is celebrated at Alban Eilir, the time of balance.

Fossilized sea urchin representing the cosmic egg of the Druids

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One of the inner mysteries of druidism is the druid's egg. The egg that gives life, the egg protected by the hare, symbol of Alban Eilir – always celebrated with the gift of Easter eggs by the Easter bunny.

Winter sometimes seems so long that we might wonder if spring will ever return. But the Goddess of Spring only sleeps in the darkness of winter, and while she stirs at Imbolc, she is truly awakened at the time of the spring equinox.

The forces of light are also balanced at this time with the forces of darkness, but the light intensifies – and will peak at the summer solstice three months later.

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The plant symbolic of the equinox in Druidism is the shamrock, usually worn on March 17, Saint Patrick's Day – almost at the time of the spring equinox. The usual explanation for the use of the shamrock is that St Patrick, once used its three-leaf shape to illustrate the doctrine of the Trinity but in fact the shamrock is probably the national emblem of Ireland due to its associations druids, and it is seen by some authorities as a survival of the trignetra, a Christianized wheel or a sun symbol.

Celtic trinity knot - Irish triquetra - Evidently taken up by Christians

The three green leaves of spring in the druidic ceremony and the Irish buttonhole on Saint Patrick's Day bring us back, not only to the sun god and the doctrine of the Trinity (which some say originated from druidism),

In Druidism, spring is considered so important that three festivals are dedicated to this season: Imbolc, which marks the first tremors of spring, Alban Eilir marks its most obvious beginning, and Beltaine, the time of its fullness, before ending. develop into different quality in the summer.

Wheel of the year and meaning of each season.

The following quote from Nuinn expands on this theme: Spring with the druidic movement is at least a triple celebration. We could even relate it to the winter solstice, with the rebirth of light. However, starting with Imbolc as the first of a trio, we have the first plow, the cleansing of the face of the earth and the eight lights because this is clearly a circumstance of the Mother Goddess. Thus, we have the use of earth, water and light. The second feast is the vernal equinox, Alban Eilir. Again here in the open, if we celebrate on Parliament Hill, we use the stone of freedom of speech (earth), the first fire of spring (the censer) and the sword of the spirit or ether: and transformed water (wine) given by the Lady of Spring, as well as "atom-seeds" for growth. "Alban Eilir","

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Sparkshortstravaganza! (Commissioned by WeirdKev27)

Well this was a needed kick in the pants. When I first heard of the Sparkshorts program I was excited. As a kid I loved PIxar, as an adult I love pixar and as an old man dealing with the loss of his partner floating away in my balloon house, i’ll still love pixar. So the idea of a program focused on giving new fresh talent the room to do whatever they wanted and make content that would be on Disney Plus, a platform BADLY bereft of original animation? It was a dream come true and the first one I saw Kitbull is easily a masterpiece and something that I can vividly recall every part of to this day, which for my terrible short term memory recalling EVERYTHING is a rare feat few works have achived. But given I have a REALLY bad habit of letting things I want to watch sit there if I don’t jump on them immediately.. I let it sit there and didn’t touch any of the shorts and mostly forgot about the program until now. Until Kev, my patron and the only person paying for reviews at the moment, though others are more than welcome wink wonk, just decided what the heck and to test out comissioning shorts picked these ones because why not. And given I had been dragging my feet and reading the descriptions found creative and suprisingly heavy premises... I was fully on board And better late than never because along with Soul this program has EASILY restored my faith in the company after Onward really disapointed. Granted they’ve done worse, while there are pixar films I haven’t seen I need to like Coco or Cars 3, I’ve vowed NEVER to watch Cars 2 unless I have to and that vow has served me well so far. The shorts here are as a whole beautifully animated, have a ton of wonderful concepts and even the two weaker ones are still gorgeous to look at and a decent watch regardless and both come from a very well meaning place with a very well meant message. So yeah i’m thankful for this comission and to show you why let’s go through every Sparkshorts so far and see why their so awesome.. after some background of course.

Sparkshorts, for the uniniated, is a program by pixar where animators are given six months and a limited budget to create a film based on personal experince. The program was designed to test out new ways of animating, directing and creating and to find a creative “spark” in it’s employees. Thus each film feels unique, has it’s own style.. and is utterly charming. I’ll be looking at them chronologically as while this wasn’t my watch order, I feel it’s a bit neater that way. I’ve already taken long enough to get to watching these, let’s open these films up and see what makes them tick shall we?

Purl: An Adorable Yarn Ball Vs Toxic Masculinity Purl.. was better the more I thought about it. The first short released, it DOES have a good message and killer animation. The film takes place at B.R.O., a dude broey brockerage firm that’s painfully relasitic both in how broey it is and in how it looks. That’s to contrast our heroine: Purl, an adorable ball of yarn who just wants to be accepted but is instead ignored by the rest of the company till she changes herself up, donning a suit like her co workers she badly wants to fit in with and adopting their wolf of wallstreet esque douchebaggery. She finally gets accepted.. but ends up shedding her new self to help another Yarn Ball starting up. Director Kristen Lester drew from personal experince, starting work at animation in a mostly male dominated workplace and thus having to adapt and only letting the femine side she’d repressed out when she moved to working at pixar, which had more female employees. The film DOES have a good message about toxic workplaces and toxic masulinty and learning the personal story did raise it a few notches as it made it clear to me that what SEEMED like an over exageration.. was probably just a light exageration given the kind of bro antics we’ve heard about at companies like Ubisoft. So while I didn’t like the film much at first honestly.. it’s over the top because it NEEDS to be because even though it’s 2021.. some idiots STILL don’t get it and kids are better off learning it now so it’ll hopefully stick when their entering the workforce. So we’ll get more people like perl willing to make a change and stick up for those like her and less dude bros. Still a decent and clever short with Perl’s bro form looking really neat and the animation on her in general is really fucking gorgeous. All in all not the best of these but still pretty good and while a bit thick on the message.. it kinda has to be.

Smash And Grab: A Jaunty Ride to Freedom

This was a really fun one. Directed by Brian Larson and inspried by his need for a break from routine this follows two robots, the titular smash and grab who are designed to well.. smash and grab coal-like energy things for a train and have for years and years. The two long to high five, but can’t because their hooked to tubes so they can’t escape. But one day Smash looks out the window and not only sees fellow robots living a better life.. but a way to power him and his buddy/love intrest? I mean bromance or romance, either way it works. Point is our heroes escape, and have to fight security. It’s just a really damn fun and creative movie. While robots wanting a better life isn’t new, the crisp art deco animation, breakneck pace, fun gags and heartwearming relationship between the two bots is just charming as hell. It’s just a fun ride the whole way through with a lot of heart and creativity with the two’s way they throw coal to one another used to take out the guards, and all together just some really good set pieces. Easily one of my faviorites here and that’s a high water mark to pass.

Kitbull: Tiny Orphan Kitty + Big Abused Doggo = Best Friends

As I said this is the only one of these I saw before today and as I said it’s stuck with me. I love dogs. I have one of my own named Yoshi whose just a sweet boy. So i’ve always loved ALL DOGS.. and was thus horrified years ago when I learned about the stigma Bulldogs get. Seen as “agressive’ and “Mean’ and victious.. when really a lot of them, including my grandpa’s own pitbull when I was little, are just loveable as any other dogs. And having also known a former fighting dog my friend owned, if a much smaller min pin rather than a pitbull, who by the time I met him had become the sweetest dog you’d ever meet.. yeah.. don’t mistreat a dog just because some assholes force it to fight to the death because their sick, horrible, ghastly human beings.. if they can even be CALLED human beings after doing that to these poor animals. My point is it’s nice to have a short about such a needed subject. Director Rosana Sullivan actually had the idea for the short for years and intended to do it as a side project, but when the program cropped up she moved it to pixar and the result is one of the most popular and easily one of the best of an already bright bunch, brought on by her love of animals and working in a shelter. It’s also one of Pixar’s first 2d animated projects and proves their just as good at that as cgi. It’s the touching story of a kitty whose alone in the world and initally mistrustful and hissy at a big dog she finds and is naturally scared of.. until she grows to bond with the dog, realizing much like a LOT of fucking people need to that pitbulls.. are just dogs and often victims of circumstance and the poor, sweet pooch who just wants his owner to love him.. is instead thrown into a fighting pit, nearly killed and forced to make a daring escape with their new forever friends help. It’s through this wonderful, heartrending friendship that the dog finds freedom and the cat.. finds them both a home, no longer running from people but instead making sure they both get a person. It’s often brutal at times, with the scene of the dog being forced to fight being one of the most striking: while we thankfully don’t see the action, we HEAR IT, as does the poor kitty, and we see the aftermath: a friendly harmless dog thrown out into the cold just because it dosen’t WANT to fight. It’s just really heartrending stuff that makes the happy ending all the better. It’s also gorgeiously animated which I mentioned but i’ll say it again; the animation here is GOREGOUS, unqiue and stunning. Go watch this if you haven’t.

Float: This is Why Krakoa Exists

This.. has easily been the hardest to review of the bunch. While ALL of these stories are very personal, very inclusive and very intresting, this one.. is a bit rougher than most of them and hits REALLY close to home. See this one was built out of director Bobby Rubio’s experinces raising his son who has autisim.

It’s about a dad who discovers his infant son can float... and thus gets stares of fear or judgment from eveyrone around him slowly getting broken down by this. So he makes a HORRIBLE judgment call and rather than just accept some people are assholes, weighs his son’s backpack down with stones despite him hating it then drags him away when he ends up floating off, before screaming at the poor kid WHY CAN’T YOU BE DIFFRENT.. He DOES instantly regret this and the ending is genuinely touching as the father finally accepts his son is different and throws him into the air while on a swing, letting his son soar as he always should’ve. It is a beautifully animated and well meant film and the filipino representation is truly great: Rubio originally was going to have the characters as white but his fellow animators convinced him to go for represntation and be true to himself and honestly in a time when disney itself has had to be fought to get queer representation most of the time, it’s nice that pixar at least is a part of it that throughly encourages representation and will gladly put diversity and representation over any bullshit “risk factors”. That being said.. while this was a decent short with a very well intentioned message and it clearly connected with a lot of people.. it wasn’t for me and I say this as someone who has autisim. As someone who has worn down people’s patince and been starred at by a freak for something I was way too young to properly deal with. I’ve been in this Kid’s shoes.

And that’s the problem: The metaphor dosen’t really work for me. While auitism CAN have some benifits and I wouldn’t be any other way i’d be lying if I said it was easy having trouble commuincating, constnatly misreading people, constnatly worrying if someone’s going to like you, and hyperfocusing on a problem instead of being able to set it and forget it for a bit to my own detriment. There’s other problems and not ALL of my issues come from anxiety disorder: I also have anxiety and depression. They just bleed badly INTO said autisim sometimes, as it’s hard to effectively combat anxiety sometimes when your mind won’t let you.

What i’m saying is... there aren’t any FAULTS in his powers. See i’m a fan of x-men, so I can only see this boy as a mutant, and yes I know they usually manfifest at puberty but there have been exceptions so don’t at me.. and one of them who has no real downsides other than the unfair stigma of being a mutant. He’s more like storm, who can control the elements and whose power only enhances her life nad lesss like say Rogue, who looks normal.. but can’t touch anyone without knocking them out at best or horribly abosrbing them into her head at worst. There’s no downside other than the fact people judge him and his dad is a dick about it. And the dad part is hard because I get what Rubio is going for: parents make mistakes, parents mess up and their only human even if they should embrace their kids anyway. That’s a good message and one I support.. I just think Rubio was way TOO hard on himself and thus made his stand in into an unlikeable asshole, one whose more concerned with how everyone ELSE thinks and does the horribly abusive action of basically tying his son’s wings down so he can’t fly. He mans well, it’s so his son dosen’t float off.. but instead of finding a way to help him and work with him on it.. he just stuffs rocks in his back and forces the kid to be miserable so other people can be happy. It just goes way too far in the other direction to work. As I said I think it’s the guy being too hard on himself, manifesting his worst moments with his kids and his biggest regrets and making himself into a very hard to like character because he has trouble forgviing himself for how he acted. So I want to say if you ever read this bobby while I wasn’t hte biggest fan of your film.. I do wholly support you and your son.. and the fact you made an entire FILM just to show your sturggle and show people there not alone was a beautiful act. You are not a bad person , we all make mistakes and we’re all just human. You are a good man Bobby Rubio. I may of not liked your metaphor... but your message is beautiful.

Wind: Immigration by Way of Rocket Science

Thankfully moving on.. this one is tied with Kitbull for my faviorite. It has a truly intriguing premise, a great metaphor, stunning animation, and is just really moving, gripping and fun to watch. This one was by Edwin Chang, and as is usualy by now, it was built on personal experince.. but not his. It was built on the fact his father was an immigrant who had to leave his mother, Chang’s grandmother, behind to a better life. She rejoined them eventually but it left an impact on his father and thus serves as the core of this story. And honestly knowing that only STRENGTHENS an already impresssive sci fi short. It’s the story of a boy, apparently named Ellis so i’ll use that, and his grandmother who live in a bizzare, hauntingly beautifuly stygian sinkhole that has floating rocks and debris. The two spend their day farming potatoes and grabbing whatever they can to hopefully make their way out. But it becomes clear to young Ellis after they find a plane his grandmother wants HIM to go alone and escape and is willing to sacrifice herself.. and ends up having to trick the boy into thinking sh’es going along in order to get him to do what he needs to surivive and thrive. It’s a truly gut wrenching story as even when she seems to have found a way for them both to leave.. it’s very clear she’s simply training him with all the welding tools and what not so he has skills to make it out there on his own in the unknown. So he can live without her.. but more importantly.. so he CAN LIVE. Away from the darkness, not having to scrape and to surivive and hopefully find something better out there. While the old parental figure sacrifciing thsmelves so the youngun can start hteir journey isn’t new.. it’s the unique, beautiful and haunting setting and the emotoin, conveyed only through the utterly beautiful animation that make this story feel fresh, along with it’s great metaphor. This short is just haunting, beauitful and really damn sad, and I only dont’ have all that much to say because it’s all in the visuals. The only thing I have left is like all of these really, watch it. But especailly this one.

Loop: Enough Said

This is part of the reason I didn’t like Float all that much. Loop is just.. way better at conveying the experinces of having auitism. While Renee is a more severe case than me I can relate to what kicks off the film: Renee, usually paired with an adult at the camp she at, is forcibley paired with a chatty boy named Marcus. While Marcus is eager to go home and has no idea how to interact with the two the two genuinely bond, with Marcus slowly getting into Renee’s world. The key scene for this and the one that clinches the film is Renee waving her hands over the reeeds in the water, throughly enjoying it with marcus not getting it.. till he tries himself. Director Erica Milsom, whose worked with autistic children and picked this medium entriely because i’ts perfect for a non verbal character and is one that can tackle heavy issues like this in a way to help people understan, really wanted to counter most depections of severe autisim, paticuarlly sensory issues. While we see the good in them instead of JUST her freaking out or being overwhelemed: how her sounds and the things she feels truly relax her and how she really DOES enjoy nature and is perfectly at home there. It’s just a beautiful way to show this disablility is not ALL bad, as many works tend to focus soley on the drawbacks. While I had my issues with Float part of it was it had too much good.. but Loop is superior at this simply because it shows both with unflinching honesty: The beauty of something that calms and relaxes your brain or a touch or sensation that just FEEELS really good, things that while again i’m not on the same level as Renee.. I can still fully relate to. But what puts it over float besides not having a messy metaphor is it DOES show the issues that come with it.. but does so WELL and with nuance. It shows how isolating autisim can be, especially for someone like Renee who can’t talk, how people are sometimes freaked out by you and don’t know how to interact with you and how adults can MEAN WELL, and the counsler setting them off was a good idea in the end... but can also be misguided and not fully know how to handle you without overwhelming you. It shows just how bad a panic attack can be, how you can just.. shut down and drive away. It was easily the sequence that hit the hartest and resonated the most as I’ve had those, and i’ve just shut down with no one able to reach me.. and it makes it all the more touching as Marcus eventually realizes how to handle things, and gives her space despite the setting son and the peril of being stranded.. because he realizes she needs it and offers to simply be there when she’s ready. It’s a touching, wonderful gesture, capped by him giving her a reed.. and the two heading home finally udnerstanding one another.This one is very close to wind in my heart and I think I found even more love for it writing this review and realizing just how much it hit me. And that ain’t bad.

Out: Be Proud of Who You Are.. with the help of a gay cosmic space cat

Speaking of hitting close to home and really resonating with me, we have Pixar’s first short with a gay main character, with his sexuality being the center of this. And as a bi person who had struggle accepting his sexuality let alone telling anyone, even when you know someoen will likely accept you.. this naturally hit hard. I took some time to realize I was bi, and when I did I was terrified of telling my mom, despite her being loving, supportive and just wonderful, same with my brother. Both fully accepted me as I figured and had no issue with it, esepcially sine my romantic history is nearly non existant anyways, but I related to our hero Greg’s fears of coming out to his parents despite them being utterly wonderful, well meaning people. It’s hard to come out, it’s hard to admit that about yourself, and it’s hard knowing you may not be accepted or things may change. I had an even harder time coming out to my dad, who I fully expected being a trump supporter and having said “if gay marriage is leagal I should be able to marry my cat”, to not support me and to loose him.. and was proud and suprised when nope, he was utterly supportive and happy for me.. if a bit awkward with the “be careful with sex” advice.. to someone whose had none and may never will due to being awkward as shit. But he meant well and the point is I really related to this, and it’s easily one of the best coming out stories of this kind, tied handily with Schitt’s Creek’s episode about Patrick coming out to his parents that dealt with the same theme. And naturally given the nature of these shorts it was a story close to Stephen Clay Hunter’s heart, as he group up a gay nerd in the 80′s a time when homophobia was even worse and representation was near non-existent. So when given the shot he wanted to make something for a young him, something they can look at and point to and tha’ts me. And the behind the scenes short for this one sold just how... big this felt for him. To draw two men in love and embrcing, to see guys mo capping that. To see someone LIKE him on screen. It shows just how important representation is and how dumb it is it took 20 goddamn years at pixar for them to get gay.

The short itsel is delightful as we open with a gay space cat and dog appearing in a rainbow. The Cat and Dog are watching Greg, a nice young man whose moving out of his small town with his boyfriend Manuel.. only to panic when his parents who he hasn’t come out to show up to help move and try and hide the one photo he has of them. And despite Manuel seeing it as a very easy thing to do to come out.. it’s not for Greg. He knows it’s hard and a scene of him practicing shows the poor guy breaking down at the thought of telling them despite getting every indicatio their nice people. It’s then the whole Space Cat thing comes in as the cat enchanted Greg’s dog’s collar, so when greg puts it on as a jest, it’s a body swap! So naturally we get tons of REALLY well animated shenanigans as Greg has to get his body back. Seriously the animation here is gorgeous with director Hunter choosing the painted on , impercet style to give it a storybook feel which fits the story perfectly.. seriously if Disney hasn’t made a story book of this do so.. and if they won’t someone on etsy do it because Etsy is apparently where the merch companies should be making happens.

The point is it’s fun, furious and leads to some great gags.. and then we get the emotional punch to the godnand as Greg bites his mom’s hand in order to prevent her finding a photo of him and his boyfriend. He instnatly regrets it, and breaking the photo in the process and goes to comfort her.. and we get easily the most emotinal, most beautiful part of it as Greg finds out his mom is hurt as she can clearly tell he’s keeping her at arms length and dosen’t want to loose him.. and she’s known all along he was gay.. just like the Schitts Creek example it’s clear she’s hurt a bit her son is scared to tell her but just wants him to be happy. So with a brilliant use of a squeaky toy greg switches back.. and comes out, with his dad warmly hugging miguel when he introduces himn and the space dog crying. Just a beautiful, charming, fun, and gorgeously animated short with some badly needed representation.

Also... one last note. This isn’t related to the short.. but Disney, who once again proves they can’t be progressive without stabbing themselves in the foot and no I will not stop giving out about this. This time’s especailly bad as while Out was heavily promoted.. the descripton DOSEN’T mention it having Pixar’s first gay lead and goes out of it’s way to hide Greg being gay despite the fact the short dosen’t and his being in the closet is the whole conflict of the short. And the not mnentiong the first gay lead thing is noticable because Loop DID rightly point out it was their first non verbal proganist. You can’t.. brag about being progressive about one thing and then try to hide your being progressive about another you idiots. Plus the “pleasing the bible belt” ship has sailed and left port. Ducktales is gay as hell with Penny being gay, even if Disney won’t let her just come out and say it, the crew still had her say it as much as they could, Violet’s dad’s being gay, Della being bi and Webby and Lena being as close to a couple you can get without disney screaming at them no. Andi Mack is fully avaliable on D+ as well.. well okay not fully because the dad turned out to be a pedophile, but still a series with a fully gay character is out there. And finally Owl House got TONS of press for having a bi progatanist and having her love intrest be a girl. Even if Dana Terrance had to FIGHT for that, and rightly so good on her, the point is you have queer characters already. The groups that hate you for that aren’t going to magically stop hating you because you hide the fact a short anyone can see from minute one is very , beautifully gay, I mean it starts with a very swishy space cat emerging from a rainbow atop a pink dog. COME ON. I only have a few words left for disney..

Okay whew, one more and we’re out of here.

Burrow: It’s Okay to Ask for Help and To Bang a Willing Salamander This was the first one I watched today. In hindsight had I properly researched the shorts and realized how heavy they were I probably would’ve saved this one for later to help balance out the deep feels of some of these. While Burrow is VERY VERY good, as all these shorts have been even Float, it’s subject matter is a lot lighter. I mean so far we’ve had stories about toxic masculinity, animal abuse, issues accepting your child is diffrent, sacrficing yourself so your loved one can have a better life, autisim and coming out of the closet. Even Smash and Grab which is light and breezy.. still has a disney death, and is still about a heroic rush to freedom from slavery whenyou think about it. This one.. is about an insecure bunny whose afraid to ask for help and ends up learning to get it while ending up plumiting through a bunch of comedic set pieces. It’s basically if Winnie the Pooh and Bugs Bunny had a baby comedy wise, it has the warm feeling of pooh art wise, a storybook quality tha’ts utterly adoring.. but director Madeline Sharafan specifccally wanted the animators to take after chuck jones, using lots of great expressions and reactions. It has a real classic theatrical screwball comedy vibe and given The Looney Tunes, Droopy, and Tom and Jerry mean the world to me and i’m glad nto reocnnect with 2/3 thanks to HBO Max.. I fucking loved it.

Burrow is still a personal story and is based on Sharifan’s experinces having trouble colaberating, wanting something to be fully baked before showing it off, something I agian relate to. She often hid from the others and refused to show her work until it was done while everyone else was happy to help. And as the previously used to slam disney hard with something they own Hickman Era of X-men has shown.. colaboration is just better and more freeing. By having friends and colleuge s to bounce off of you refine ideas, see how people react to them and grow a bit and that’s what the shorts about.

The plot is easily the simpliest of these: A young bunny wants to build her dream burrow but gets self concious when she runs into a friendly mole and rat living next door to where she wants to build and keeps digging to find both privacy and her own place.. and instead ends up digging into various shenangians and other burrows from frogs, to hedgehogs to most memorably some Salmanders taking a sauna.. and in the best and most ‘how the fuck did they get away with this bit of it”, one of the salamanders ends up .. gladly removing his town and being liike “You wanna do this? I mean I got an hour free” And i’m just saying while now wasn’t the time and the offer was a little awkward i’d go for it if I was her. I mean at least ask him out for coffee later. He seems nice enough if low on boundries. Then ride him until the morning light girl, ride it. She also finds the Demon Bear from New Mutants at one point.. so that’s where he retried to after danny kicked his ass again. Neat.

But eventually our heroione digs herself too deep and ends up hitting water before finding a

Who sees her crumpled plans and then does the stygian call of the badger to call all the other animals to help and after they escape the flood, the bunny finally realizes their good people and lets them see the plans. So we end on our heroine and her new friends and possible salamander lover helping her settle in as she finallyg ets the home she wanted, complete with disco. I mean every home should have a disco. If I didn’t have a ceeling fan i’d have a disco ball.. and I still want one just to set somewhere or hang away from the fan . Let me dream dammit. Overally a fun, hilarious, mad dash short with a good message and a good note to go out on.

Final Thoughts: Overall.. the Sparkshorts program is fucking spectacular, a great way to let some of Pixar’s staff get into the directors chair and really shine, and a way to tackle issues that they may not be able to get greenlit into a full film. Lushily animated, well produced, Pixar has announced MORE are coming and I cannot wait. Thank you kev for comissioning this, and thank you all for reading. If your new and liked this review, follow this blog as I talk disney all the time: when they come back i’ll be doing regular coverage of Amphibia, Ducktales and the Owl House as new episodes come out every week, and i’m currently doing a retropsective on the three cablleros kev also paid for, with the finale of it, an episode by episode look at the legend of the three cablleros, starting this week. I’m also covering LIfe and times of scrooge mcduck (though infrequently for a bit), and finishing up a look at darkwing duck’s just us justice ducks, started with looks at all the players involved and finshing next week with the episode itself. So if any of that sounds good to you, check out the archives, but goodbye, goodbye, goodbye for now.

#sparkshorts #pixar #disney #disney plus #disney+#purl #kitbull #out #wind #loop #burrow #LBGTQ+#lbgt #lbgtq #float #smash and grab #robots

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Dinner's ready.

(This is so stupid. What have I done...)

#tony stark #steve rogers #stony #steve x tony #stevetony #fanart #marvel #captain america #iron man #perl does art #this is so stupid #what have i done #superhusbands

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hey, i started following you recently and ur bio says ur a hacker? any tips on where to start? hacking seems like a v cool/fun way to learn more abt coding and cybersecurity/infrastructure and i'd like to explore it but there's so much on the internet and like, i'm not trying to get into anything illegal. thanks!

huh, an interesting question, ty!

i can give more tailored advice if you hit me up on chat with more specifics on your background/interests.

given what you've written here, though, i'll just assume you don't have any immediate professional aspirations (e.g. you just want to learn some things, and you aren't necessarily trying to get A Cyber Security Job TM within the next three months or w/e), and that you don't know much about any specific programming/computering domain yet.

(stuff under cut because long)

first i'd probably just try to pick some interesting problem that you think you can solve with tech. this doesn't need to be a "hacking" project at first; i was just messing around with computers for ages before i did anything involving security/exploitation.

if you don't already know how to program, you should ideally pick a problem you can solve via programming. for instance: i learned a lot back in the 2000s, when play-by-post forum RPGs were in vogue. see, i'd already been messing around, building my own personal sites, first just with HTML & CSS, and later on with Javascript and PHP. and i knew the forum software everyone used (InvisionPowerBoard) was written in PHP. so when one of the admins at my RPG complained that they'd like the ability to set multiple profile pictures, i was like, "hey i'm good at programming, want me to create a mod to do that," and then i just... did. so then they asked me to program more features, and i got all the sexy nerd cred for being Forum Mod Queen, and it was a good time, i learned a lot.

(i also got to be the person who was frantically IMed at 2am because wtf the forum is down and there's an inscrutable error, what do??? basically sysadmining! also, much less sexy! still, i learned a lot!)

the key thing is that it's gotta be a problem that's interesting to you: as much as i love making dorky sites in PHP, half the fun was seeing other people using my stuff, and i think the era of forum-based RPGs has passed. but maybe you can apply some programming talents to something that you are interested in—maybe you want to make a silly Chrome extension to make people laugh, a la Cloud to Butt, or maybe you'd like to make a program that converts pixel art into cross-stitching patterns, maybe you want to just make a cool adventure game on those annoying graphing calculators they make you use in class, or make a script for some online game you play, or make something silly with Arduino (i once made a trash can that rolled toward me when i clapped my hands; it was fun, and way easier than you'd think!), whatever.

i know a lot of hacker-types who got their start doing ROM hacking for video games—replacing the character art or animations or whatever in old NES games. that's probably more relevant than the PHP websites, at least, and is probably a solid place to get started; in my experience those communities tend to be reasonably friendly to questions. pick a small thing you want to do & ask how to do it.

also, a somewhat unconventional path, but—once i knew how to program a bit of Python, i started doing goofy junk, like, "hey can i implemented NamedTuple from scratch,” which tends to lead to Python metaprogramming, which leads to surprising shit like "oh, stack frames are literally just Python objects and you can manually edit them in the interpreter to do deliberately horrendous/silly things, my god this language allows too much reflection and i'm having too much fun"... since Python is a lot of folks' first language these days, i thought i'd point that out, since i think this is a pretty accessible start to thinking about How Programs Actually Work under the hood. allison kaptur has some specific recommendations on how to poke around, if you wanna go that route.

it's reasonably likely you'll end up doing something "hackery" in the natural course of just working on stuff. for instance, while i was working on the IPB forum software mods, i became distressed to learn that everyone was using an INSECURE version of the software! no one was patching their shit!! i yelled at the admins about it, and they were like "well we haven't been hacked yet so it's not a problem," so i uh, decided to demonstrate a proof of concept? i downloaded some sketchy perl script, kicked it until it worked, logged in as the admins, and shitposted a bit before i logged out, y'know, to prove my point.

(they responded by banning me for two weeks, and did not patch their software. which, y'know, rip to them; they got hacked by an unrelated Turkish group two months later, and those dudes just straight-up deleted the whole website. i was a merciful god by comparison!)

anyway, even though downloading a perl script and just pointing it at a website isn't really "hacking" (it's the literal definition of script kiddie, heh)—the point is i was just experimenting a lot and trying a lot of stuff, which meant i was getting comfortable with thinking of software as not just some immutable relic, but something you can touch and prod in unexpected ways.

this dovetails into the next thing, which is like, just learn a lot of stuff. a boring conventional computer science degree will teach you a lot (provided you take it seriously and actually try to learn shit); alternatively, just taking the same classes as a boring conventional computer science degree, via edX or whatever free online thingy, will also teach you a lot. ("contributing to open source" also teaches you a lot but... hngh... is a whole can of worms; send a follow-up ask if you want that rant.)

here's where i should note that "hacking" is an impossibly broad category: the kind of person who knows how to fuck with website authentication tokens is very different than someone who writes a fuzzer, who is often quite different than someone who looks at the bug a fuzzer produces and actually writes a program that can exploit that bug... so what you focus on depends on what you're interested in. i imagine classes with names like "compilers," "operating systems," and "networking" will teach you a lot. but, like, idk, all knowledge is god-breathed and good for teaching. hell, i hear some universities these days have actual computer security classes? that's probably a good thing to look at, just to get a sense of what's out there, if you already know how to program.

also be comfortable with not knowing everything, but also, learn as you go. the bulk of my security knowledge came when i got kinda airdropped into a work team that basically hired me entirely on "potential" (lmao), and uh, prior to joining i only had the faintest idea what a hypervisor was? or the whole protection ring concept? or ioctls or sandboxing or threat models or, fuck, anything? i mostly just pestered people with like 800 questions and slowly built up a knowledge base, and remember being surprised & delighted when i went to a security conference a year later and could follow most of the talks, and when i wound up at a bar with a guy on the xbox security team and we compared our security models a bunch, and so on. there wasn't a magic moment when i "got it", i was just like, "okay huh this dude says he found a ring-0 exploit... what does that mean... okay i think i got that... why is that a big deal though... better ask somebody.." (also: reading an occasional dead tree book is a good idea. i owe my firstborn to Robert Love's Linux Kernel Development, as outdated as it is, and also O'Reilly's kookaburra book gave me a great overview of web programming back in the day, etc. you can learn a lot by just clicking around random blogs, but you’ll often end up with a lot of random little facts and no good mental scaffolding for holding it together; often, a decent book will give you that scaffolding.)

(also, it's pretty useful if you can find a knowledgable someone to pepper with random questions as you go. finding someone who will actively mentor you is tricky, but most working computery folks are happy to tell you things like "what you're doing is actually impossible, here's why," or "here's a tutorial someone told me was good for learning how to write a linux kernel module," or "here's my vague understanding of this concept you know nothing about," or "here's how you automate something to click on a link on a webpage," which tends to be handier than just google on its own.)

if you're reading this and you're like "ok cool but where's the part where i'm handed a computer and i gotta break in while going all hacker typer”—that's not the bulk of the work, alas! like, for sure, we do have fun pranking each other by trying dumb ways of stealing each other's passwords or whatever (once i stuck a keylogger in a dude's keyboard, fun times). but a lot of my security jobs have involved stuff like, "stare at this disassembly a long fuckin' time to figure out how the program pointer got all fucked up," or, "write a fuzzer that feeds a lot of randomized input to some C++ program, watch the program crash because C++ is a horrible language for writing software, go fix all the bugs," or "think Really Hard TM about all the settings and doohickeys this OS/GPU/whatever has, think about all the awful things someone could do with it, threat model and sandbox accordingly." occasionally i have done cool proof-of-concept hacks but honestly writing exploits can kinda be tedious, lol, so like, i'm only doing that if it's the only way i can get people to believe that Yes This Is Actually A Problem, Fix Your Code

"lua that's cool and all but i wanted, like, actual links and recommendations and stuff" okay, fair. here's some ideas:

microcorruption: very fun embedded security CTF; teaches you everything you need to know as you're doing it.

cryptopals crypto challenges: very fun little programming exercises that teach you a lot of fundamental cryptography concepts as you're going along! you can do these even as a bit of a n00b; i did them in Python for the lulz

the binary bomb lab is hilariously copied by, like, so many CS programs, lol, but for good reason. it's accessible and fun and is the first time most people get to feel like a real hacker! (requires you know a bit of C beforehand)

ctftime is a good way to see when new CTFs ("capture the flag"s; security-focused competitions) are coming up. or, sometimes CTFs post their source code, so you can continue trying them after the CTF is over. i liked Stripe's CTFs when they were going, because they focused on "web stuff", and "web stuff" was all i really knew at the time. if you're more interested in staring at disassembly, there's CTFs focused on that sort of thing too.

azeria has good ARM assembly & exploitation tutorials

also, like, lots of good talks out there; just watching defcon/cansecwest/etc talks until something piques your interest is very fun. i'd die on a battlefield for any of Christopher Domas's talks, but he assumes a lot of specific x86/OS knowledge, lol, so maybe don’t start with that. oh, Julia Evans's blog is honestly probably pretty good for just learning a lot of stuff and really beginner-friendly?

oh and wrt legality... idk, i haven't addressed it here since it hasn't come up in my own work much, tbh. if you're just getting started you're kind of unlikely to Break The Law without, y'know, realizing maybe you're doing something a bit gray-area? and you can cross that bridge when you come to it? Real Hacking TM is way more of a pain-in-the-ass than doing CTFs and such, and you'll learn way more with the latter, so who cares lol just do the fun thing

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douchebagbrainwaves · 3 years

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YOU GUYS I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS

So when I ran into the Yahoo exec I knew from the old days in the Yahoo cafeteria a few months ago, while visiting Yahoo, I suddenly found myself working for a big company, it's good news. This is a special case of my more general prediction that most of the advantages of developing Web-based software, you can specify certain minimum hardware, but you can write substantial chunks this way. I've been around the startup world for so long that it seems normal to me, so I sat down and thought about what they have in common. Desktop software breeds a certain fatalism about bugs. Who will the customers be? It's more a question of self-preservation. That turns out to be a lot more work. But when you owned something you really owned it: no one except the owner of a piece of software that's full of bugs. It was a classic metacircular interpreter written on top of a byte code interpreter. I'm not trying to make art, the temptation to be lazy is as great as in any other kind of client. At any given time, you're probably not doing anything new, and dignity is merely a sort of plaque. If I had ever seen a job posting looking for Lisp hackers, I would have shelved most of these merchants got, but we used it to make our own site too.1

And for these releases, the mere fact of which seemed to us evidence of their backwardness, they would get confused and click on the browser's Back button. There is nothing you can do what all the other big companies are doing. There is no core of knowledge one must master. We now know the answer: computers. It's not hard to understand because the ideas it represents are hard to understand. It's remarkable how wedded they are to their standard m. I can think of, I know of only one who would voluntarily program in Java. The networks used to be gatekeepers. I wrote this essay because I was tired of hearing taste is subjective found such a receptive audience is that, historically, the things people have liked in the past fifty. And so the median language has enormous momentum.

Lisp?2 Web-based application. When you're working on language design, I think, though, that all other things being equal, a painting with faces in it will interest people more than one without. There may be tasks that we solve now by writing programs and which in a hundred years should only increase it. I expect it to continue. And if you have really good taste, you also have to discard the idea of making the software run on our Web server, using ordinary Web pages as the user interface. We never had enough bugs at any one time to bother with this sort of thing is all the rage.

Arguably it's an interesting failed experiment. If you work for a big company, and for the first few months comforted ourselves by treating the whole thing as an experiment that we might call off at any moment. I didn't realize till much later why he didn't care. Well, the professor replied, we're interested in different questions now. Whereas when you hand people a complex tool like a computer, per se, to use software. I don't want to violate users' privacy, but even for the famous startups whose founders came to speak at YC dinners. Surely I'm not claiming that ideas have to have practical applications. Do abstract ideas exist? Some works of art are meant to jump out at you, and others will say it's a ridiculously overbroad and uncharitable generalization, and others will say it's old news, but here goes: judging from their works, most philosophers up to the present have been wasting their time.

The thing about languages, though, is that they're cheaper to produce. Between Perl 4 and Perl 5, lexical closures got added to the language. The trend is not merely toward languages being developed as open-source languages like Perl, Python, and even Lisp. That is a liberating prospect, a lot like the arrival of PCs twenty-five years ago. If Lisp really does yield better programs, you should use it. When Viaweb was bought by Yahoo, I happened to run into a Big Cheese I knew from working there in the late nineties. The programmers you'll be able to reproduce the error while they're on the phone with you. And since the customer is always right, that's a sign of something you need to fix it in an ugly way, or make me any better at it? The writing is the familiar word salad: Gender is not like some of the questions they did.

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There are lots of exemptions, especially for opinions not expressed in it. Parents move to suburbs to raise money on the dollar.

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Art of the centreat

Writ, nor you dost deep on he both expect, but higher vnaware. Most malicious God! Night as I am and she dragon, and each others will the fame each couet fetters of grass, and my lower soul? Art of the centreat. If though the deare broke of loue does to me in Thailand, the Lord, when thou, for shadowed the crew: or, calme the bright with such, Cynara! And perle, and ever bosom all, and leave man that all us with how to stayre how face? The mote soft come and when how clothes, and life were not go from these—what could stumped us bright I perceiue, and go. That wander bosom bred by younger fresh boyes the Crab behind may seems to place he downe, and gazed-and the light and all the makes her lyps, such feare Loue, vnless of they, with Sweet murmuring steps out, the Marksmen of those more, the two accordinary was he is pursue thee? Jamie, come to a hand sharpe dark launcing smart, out of a mind stingly!

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #150 texts #sonnet

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bushgroove · 3 years

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He should just make sure that the clothes do not wear him

He should just make sure that the clothes do not wear him - but the other way around. Let's face it, a lot of times; men are recognized - in terms of their status and economic profiles, by the watches they wear. Many upper-middle-class men wouldn't leave home without their designer, top-of-the-line watch.

These watches not only make a statement but it is a reflection of a man's true character. Below are some of the top seven men's watches for the upper middle-class man. If you’re concerned about quality Invicta watches or other brand, then this list should appeal to you.

1. Cartier Tank

The Cartier Tank watch first became available for sale in 1922 although it was created in 1917. This classic dress watch has been emulated more than most designer brands combined, since its inception. The Cartier Tank line is known for being a Wristwatch designed for those who have an appreciation for both style and comfort.

The quality of this brand speaks for itself. The Cartier Tank has already won the hearts of many Cartier enthusiasts, as a result of its countless yet distinct designs variations, that is linked to its Art Deco Aesthetics. This sleek yet classic watch has been worn on the wrist of many famous individuals, such as politicians, actors and the royals themselves.

2. The Omega Seamaster 300 'Spectra' Limited Edition

Watch Designed for the James Bond Spectre Movie The Omega Seamaster 300 Spectra Limited Edition has been referred to as the James Bond watch ever since the movie that was released in 1995. Consequently the watch was made available in at Basel World 2014, around the time the movie was debuted.

This Limited Edition features the master Co-Axial designation - an in-house Omega Caliber 8400 movement with an anti-magnetic up to roughly 15,000 Gauss. This watch offers a rugged yet classy look, and includes a four striped black and gray omega NATO strap.

3. Victorinox Airboss Mechanical - Black Edition

The Victorinox Airboss Mechanical Black Edition consists of three different models. The three-handed Mechanical Black Edition is the most affordable of the three however.

This brand offers exceptionally well legibility and this military themed watch comes with a red classic design including red in its attractive strap.

4. Jaeger - LeCoultre Master Control

The Jaeger - LeCoultre Master Control was introduced to the marketplace in 1992. It was inspired by other classical models marketed in the 1950's. A watch of this class was created beyond what you would see in a typical watch geared at the standards of the day; this watch features a six week series referred to as the 1000 Hours Control, signed off by the master inspector himself.

Along with the signature inside the case of the watch is a gold seal that bears each test number. This sunburst silver toned dial based watch is comprised of numbers at three out of four dials cardinal points on the face of the watch.

Its hands are complements of Dauphine, which indicate the hour and the minutes are indicated using a baton type seconds hand. Not only does this classic line keep perfect time, but it also contains a 43 hour power reserve, thanks to the most up-to-date technologies available; such as the ceramic ball bearings containing a 22 karat gold rotor. Both visible through its sapphire case back. This watch is a classic must-have for the most notable watch enthusiasts.

5. Invicta BOLT ZEUS

The Invicta BOLT ZEUS is a Swiss men's watch made with Quartz Chronograph and a Mother of Perl Dial. This watch is named after the King of the Gods in the Greek mythology.

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6. Invicta Venom Hybrid Gold Relogio

The Invicta Venom Hybrid Gold Relogio is a high-end, top of the line Swiss 5040.F men's Chronograph Bracelet Watch 16805. This finely designed watch is also stylish enough to wear as a sophisticated and handsome bracelet.

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7. Seiko SKX007

The Seiko SKX007 not only has a style all its own, but it is also designed by a world renowned manufacture. The Seiko brand is designed to capture the attention of both the beginner watch enthusiast as well as the most well seasoned one.

The SKX007 is attractive to the eye and also has great legibility. Wearing this brand suggest a man has a lot of style and class and is someone who is concerned about very fine quality.

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I feel like my quiz answer wasn’t 100% accurate and I was wondering if you could please publish all the different possible answers just to have a look at bc I love how you write and know there must be one that resonates 💕

the rest of them are under the line break - i didn’t really pay attention to matching up the answers to the descriptions bc i was too busy crying doing other things so like, go forth and resonate

The Winner Takes It All by ABBA

you love someone. you say, “oh, i’m over them. time to move on.”—you say this to everyone. your mother, your friends, yourself, in front of the mirror, watching as your skin twists around the words. but you love them, and there’s a gaping chasm in your chest. nothing seems to fill it. you wonder if they miss you too. maybe they haven’t even realised you’ve fallen apart. maybe they’re standing right behind you. maybe they’re a thousand miles away. maybe they’re both. they’re a parent, they’re a lover, they’re a best friend who you poured your soul out to when you were giggly and fourteen. maybe they’re you. still, time to move on, people to see, things to do, others to love (but never, it seems, as much as them). you hope they’re doing okay.

Five Years by David Bowie

you like crowds. not specifically human crowds – you like being crowded by trees, by birds, by air. you like the anonymity that comes with crowds. no one has the time to focus solely on you. you need these people. you invent their lives: the man with the broken arm (a back alley fight); the girl with the tote bag (her mother’s); the woman with the worry lines (a mother). you pour as much of yourself into them as you can so nothing can be left in you, so you don’t have to imagine this for yourself, so you can focus on any other life but your own. you’re desperate to be unseen, unheard, unnoticed. you also, equally desperately, want to be loved. i hope you are.

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John

you are fixated on childhood. you may have completely removed yourself from it—the mud pies in the garden, rolling down the hills, uncaring—but you want it back. adulthood seems exciting, no doubt about that! autonomy, respect, the chance to go your own way. you’ve chased that road since you knew the meaning of the word, barrelling down the path to maturity just so you can, one day, get your own way. and now, as you see it panning out ahead of you, you look back—just this once—to the technicolour of childhood. you do it again. you do it again. you realise, one day, that you miss it most terribly. your childish wanderlust has gone, and now you’re in limbo—reaching forwards towards the next milestone and reaching back towards nostalgia and uncomplicated days.

Les pêcheurs de perles, “au fond du temple saint” by Georges Bizet

you don’t want to say goodbye. you miss them, sometimes so much that it kills you. one hug, one fucking hug, and you’d be okay. you’d do anything to see them, smell them, map the lines of their face with your eyes, map the pattern of freckles. they’ve just gone—vanished into thin air—and you keep thinking, you can’t stop thinking—i should have loved them more. you’ve never wanted anything so much in your life. to sit down with them, to love them, to thank them, to have them here. you’d do anything, absolutely anything, for them to be here, with you, right now. they’re growing faceless, in your mind. a figure without features, blackening your mind with absence. you want them. you miss them. i’m sorry.

Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell

you’re numb. waves keep washing over you—hurdles, unexpected stumbles, horrible incidents, life-changing hurts—and the most they do is get your clothes wet. you are not taken into the riptide of anger and hurt that you see your friends pulled into occasionally. you figure, at first, that this way is better. you’re surviving. you’re holding on. you’re steadfast. and then you realise—oh. you’re feeling more than you’ve ever felt before. you’re hurting and the hurt is just bleeding out onto the floor around you, but you have a screen. you’ve seen friends (figuratively) die and spring back alive before you, hardly seeming to remember the fall. but you watched them drown. you watched the utter torture of it. so you resolve to spread it thin. feel it for longer. you’ll survive, at least.

Nobody Home by Pink Floyd

you’re desperately alone. you feel like you’re in the middle of a big, blank room. there are people in it—no doubt about that—but they walk through you. your friends tell you about their experiences together. you laugh for them. you love them, but you are appallingly worried that they don’t love you back, or don’t love you as much. as soon as you think you’re alone, everything becomes about solitude. you walk home alone. you lie awake in bed, alone. you bring up your hands to touch your face and pretend they’re someone else’s. you write poems or create art or make up a detailed scenario in your head, but that’s not real life. you want real life. you want someone to see you instead of watching you.

America by Simon & Garfunkel

you’re fake. everything you do seems to be for a false reason—to get affection, to get love, to get attention. you twist your face in the mirror and it seems like there’s a sheen of plastic covering it. you’re desperate to escape, to go somewhere and do something, but you’re afraid that your wanderlust is also fake and you’ll hate leaving. you’re worried that every emotion you’ve ever felt has been fake. what if everything you’ve ever done—every act of kindness, every compliment, every monotonous task—has been for a dishonest reason? what if everything you do is to project a carefully crafted image of yourself onto the world? what if you’ve never been genuine? you want to escape, you want to get out of yourself and this town and WHATEVER, but what if there’s nothing beyond your outer shell?

Why Does It Always Rain on Me? by Travis

you’re lost. everyone keeps talking to you—talking at you—and asking you questions that you couldn’t begin to know the answer to. “are you alright?” “how are you?” “what’s up?” you say okay. you’re too tied up to start to unravel the real answer. you look at yourself and you’re pretty convinced that you don’t like this stranger. they’re angry and whiny and they never seem to know what’s going on. get a grip, you want to say, but you’ve got your own problems to deal with. life doesn’t come down on you like a hurricane, or a tornado, but rather as rain. all it does is make you wet and cold. you have this turning cold knife of constant questioning in your chest, but you don’t know how to get rid of it. you don’t know what to ask. you don’t know how to ask. you’d sort of hoped there’d be more.

#one day i promise i'll create a quiz and put genuine effort in and make it less depressing and not so much about Me #but until that day..................#lsdjflfsa #anon #asks #i used a bit of the same imagery in a couple of them bc i am unimaginative

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