#tell me if it's supposed to be thy or my or something else!!
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Fate Makes Fools - A FirstPrince Soulmate/Omegaverse AU
Tags: Canon Divergence, AU, Soulmates, Omegaverse, Fluff, Smut, FirstPrince, RWRB Movie, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjobs, oral sex, knotting, throat knotting, knotting, breeding, vaginal sex. Henry Fpx Has a Breeding Kink, Now Alex Claremont-diaz Does Too, Lingerie
Chapter Two: Becoming (3912 words)
Moving from the rewrite here, I still hope I captured the sweetness and softness of their first time - Because the next time is going to be debauched as all hell ✌️✌️
You looked incredible in your interview tonight.
You were watching?
Of course. I miss you.
I miss you too, Henry.
There’s this charity polo match in Windsor next month that my mate Percy’s foundation organizes. I was wondering if you might want to be my guest?
Oh, uh.
I don’t know how to play polo.
Damn.
Well, I suppose that will be alright, seeing as you won’t be playing.
I will.
You’ll be watching on the sidelines.
Great! That’s probably safer for everyone.
Not that I wouldn’t mind seeing you in the uniform.
Or taking you out of it.
Alex grinned. He closed his laptop and made his way over to the bed. Dropping down onto his back, he considered how to answer. Flirting wasn’t new to him. The bond between Henry and him even made it a little easier - it gave him instincts, feelings on what Henry might enjoy. At the same time, however, an anxious little ache in his mind worried he’d push Henry away, or scare him off if he came on too strong.
Dost thy Royal Highness attempt to sext?
You are the most infuriating person I’ve ever met.
Hey, I like that you take charge. I’m not complaining. Just teasing a little.
You do love to tease me.
What are you wearing right now? It’s gotta be late there, right? You’re like five hours ahead of me.
A dressing gown and little else, other than my panties.
Are they anything like the pair you left with me?
Unfortunately not. These are plain. For comfort.
You’re bad at this, you know that?
I’m trying. I promise.
Okay. Let’s try something else. What would you do if I crawled into bed with you right now?
Fill my mouth with your throbbing cock again. I enjoyed feeling full of you.
“Okay, I can work with this,” Alex muttered to himself. He licked his lips and began to type.
You’re so eager. I like that too. Did you like it when I pulled your hair?
I adored it. I wish you would have fucked my throat though. Used me properly.
Do you like being used?
I like the idea of being used by you.
I’ll remember that for Windsor.
My turn to ask a question.
Shoot.
If you could do anything to me, what would it be?
I’d wrap your thighs around my head and eat your ass.
Really? Why?
It’s perfect, and firm, and I bet it’s soft too. I think I could make you squirm. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m good with my mouth.
Oh I’ve noticed. Most people I’ve been with couldn’t find my clit if I planted a flag on it. Your experience is very much my luck.
Some time, I want to taste you without your hormones. Just Henry. I would love that.
I want to test something. Tell me if you feel anything, okay?
Yes, Alex. I will.
Alex raised his arm and stared at the purple words that glowed against his skin. He leaned in and dragged his tongue over them, letting out a soft moan. A few moments later his phone chimed.
I felt something wet and soft on my mark. What did you do?
I licked it. Holy shit, Henry. We could do so much with this.
Why do I have the feeling you’re going to make my life hell until the polo match?
Because I am, baby.
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The revelation that they could feel through their marks only made waiting harder. Henry would be in a meeting, or at the hospital visiting, or doing some dull ribbon-cutting, and he’d feel heated skin slide against his arm. Or the curve of a knot. Or a hot spatter of cum. Sometimes Alex would kiss it and Henry would melt, lost in the gentle touch of his lips.
But he gave as good as he got.
Vibrations ran along Alex’s arm as he sat in class. The teasing flick of a tongue danced up his skin. Now and then he felt the caress of satin or cotton as Henry dragged pairs of panties over his mark. His slick was the hardest to deal with. Alex swore he could smell it, the lingering memories of the dinner party making his head swim. He always found a way to excuse himself, heading for the nearest bathroom or private area to ease the desire threatening to swallow him. A quick jack off always helped. It made Alex feel the perfect amount of filthy. The sex talk with his parents didn’t exactly cover the possibilities of soulmate connections - likely because it was too much for a teenager to handle.
But he was an adult now, and fuck , it was the best discovery of his life.
The day of the polo match, Alex behaved himself until Henry was finished playing. It was hard not to stare. He looked gorgeous in his uniform. Red really suited him, far more than the monochrome suits and tuxedos he wore to other events. After leaving the field, Henry invited him to the tack shed under the guise of showing off the equipment. He followed, eager to get his hands on him. Before he could, though, Henry shoved him against the wall and kissed him. Alex groaned and kissed him back, losing himself in the warmth of his mouth. He wrapped him in his arms, pulling Henry’s body against his. Breathless, he chased Henry’s lips and walked him back toward the table. As soon as they reached it he helped Henry hop onto its surface. Their lips were never apart for more than a second, both starved for the taste of the other. After all the teasing and the texts, they needed contact - even if they had precious little time to do much.
Alex undid Henry’s pants and yanked them down his hips, bringing his panties with them. He dropped to his knees and Henry grabbed his dark curls, gripping him tight as he swung his thighs over Alex’s shoulders. With no ceremony whatsoever Alex buried his face between his cheeks. Henry gasped as his tongue slid over his muscle, squeezing his thighs against Alex’s head. He tilted his hips forward to give Alex better access, head falling back in pleasure. Henry fucked himself on Alex’s face, letting out breathless noises as he worked his tongue inside him. Alex loved the way he tasted; clean and coppery, with the faintest salt of his sweat from riding in the heat. He loosed a needy growl, sucking at his hole while his tongue curled inside him.
“Mmn! Alex!”
Hearing him come undone was exhilarating, and Alex loved it. He focused on Henry’s pleasure, ignoring the heat that pooled in his stomach. He nuzzled against his cheek, breath hot against Henry’s skin. Alex ate his perfect ass until his jaw and tongue began to ache.
Henry tried to warn him, but he couldn’t speak fast enough. He came, squirting slick onto Alex’s hair and face as his thighs clenched against him. Alex kept eating him through his orgasm, until he was a wet, trembling mess begging him to stop.
“We’ll get caught ,” Henry panted, pushing Alex away. “Come on! Let me get dressed!”
Alex grinned and bit his thigh as he finally pulled back.
“Yes, your Royal Highness. I suppose I can let you rest…”
As they left the tack room, walking beside one another, Henry glanced over at Alex.
“Are you hungry?”
Alex smirked and continued walking.
“I could eat,” he teased.
Henry grinned and matched his pace. Alex was incorrigible - and he adored him.
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Come to Paris with me.
Paris? What’s the occasion?
A vacation, of sorts. I saw you had no upcoming appearances, and I have a free week…
You know my schedule now?
Amy informed me. I asked very nicely.
I’m sure you did.
Yes, I’ll come to Paris with you.
It wasn’t a request.
But good.
Oh? Was it an order , your royal highness?
Of course it was. Your mum may outrank mine, but I outrank you .
You pulling rank is pretty hot.
I’ll see you tomorrow evening, Alex. Wear something without too many buttons.
Alex received an email from Henry with the hotel information, cc’d to Shaan and Amy so they could organize defenses. He chuckled and replied to the whole chain with a kissy face and an eggplant emoji. They already knew about his and Henry’s fling, after all - he could have some fun teasing them.
Fling . It didn’t feel right to call it that. For soulmates bonding was all part of the process, but he felt pulled toward Henry with a constant, consistent force. He occupied Alex’s thoughts, his dreams, his fantasies. Every day apart from him was torture. They stole time where they could, but nothing as long as the week Henry had suggested. It would be their first time together without having to rush since the dinner. No prying eyes, no cameras, just privacy. Time to explore their connection.
Time to explore each other .
He wasted no time in packing his luggage and getting on a flight, eagerly awaiting meeting up with Henry.
Paris glittered like a jewel before him. Alex stared out the window with a drink in his hand, admiring the view. Their room was situated so the Eiffel Tower dominated the landscape, bright and golden against the dark sky. It was beautiful. Breathtaking. A sight he knew he’d never get used to.
The door opened and closed quietly behind him. Henry, joining him at last. He could smell his cologne from across the room. His cologne, and something else. Henry smelled different . The usual hormones that dulled his scent and allowed him to pass as a Beta seemed less present. Before he could turn toward him, Henry was at his back, sliding a hand between his shoulder blades.
“I think we should make love tonight,” Henry said gently, resting his chin on Alex’s shoulder.
“… Oh,” Alex replied, brows raised. “I, I mean. Yeah.” Fuck, he sounded like an idiot.
“I’m down.”
He chuckled softly, nerves getting the better of him. He wanted this, he wanted Henry , that was the whole point of their vacation. Still, it was uncharted territory for him. Would being soulmates make the sex different? Why did Henry smell different?
Alex wasn’t a virgin. He slept around, everyone knew that. He always kept things casual, though, and this… What he shared with Henry ran far deeper than a casual tryst. He found himself anxious - and babbling.
“I mean, who says ‘make love’ anymore? Are we gonna, like, listen to Lana Del Rey when we do it?”
“Alright, alright,” Henry laughed, letting him get it out of his system. He kissed Alex, cutting off the free-flowing thoughts with a show of tenderness.
“Mmn, it’s just - this is different,” Alex said the moment their lips parted. “You’re different . If we do this… If we make love, you may never get rid of me.”
“… Maybe I don’t want to be rid of you.”
Henry took his hand, meeting his gaze. They stood there in silence, just looking at one another, letting their breaths fall into sync.
“You smell different.”
“I’m not taking my hormones,” Henry replied, a small smirk spreading across his lips. “Surprise. In a few days’ time, I’ll have my first full heat in, oh, over a decade? And you, darling, can do whatever you want to me.”
“Oh my God,” Alex groaned. He dropped his head onto Henry’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist. “I’m so not playing this cool right now. That sounds incredible, Henry, holy shit.”
Henry rubbed his shoulders, still grinning.
“I thought you might enjoy that. And that isn’t the only treat I’ve prepared for you.”
Alex turned his head into Henry’s neck to speak.
“It’s not?”
“Of course not. If I’m to win you over, I need to put in an effort, don’t I?”
“What about me?”
“I’ve been yours for years already. You should have noticed.”
“When did you start to…”
“Fancy you?” Henry asked. “Melbourne Climate Conference. First night party.”
“Really? I thought you hated me.”
“I hated how good you looked.”
Alex raised his head and smiled.
“Wow. You had a lot going on that night.”
“Shut up and unwrap your present,” Henry teased, pushing him away. He took several steps back and waited for Alex to approach.
“Start with my jacket.”
Piece by piece, button by button, Alex stripped Henry of his layers. His broad hands slid along his skin at every opportunity. He laughed and kissed Henry, pulling him close by the waist.
“How much do I need to unwrap?”
“All of it. Every piece, until… You’ll know where to stop,” Henry answered.
Alex draped his jacket and shirt over the nearby chair and knelt down to undo his fly. He unbuttoned his pants and drew the zipper down, sliding the fabric down his thighs.
A surprised little grunt slipped from his throat at the sight that greeted him.
Henry wore a harness of pearls that glimmered when he shifted. Connected to soft leather straps that hugged his hips, one strand ran between his lips and cheeks. Two other strands hung stylishly over his thighs. Alex growled and peered up at him, dark eyes blown black with lust.
“What is this?” He whispered.
“Your present, darling,” Henry purred in response. “Hand-made by the finest and most discreet jeweler in London, with the assistance of a hobbyist leatherworker I know. Do you like it?”
Alex took hold of one of the pearls and pulled , watching it rub against Henry’s clit. Henry grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back.
“Did I give you permission to touch me yet?”
He licked his lips and stared up at Henry.
“Do I need your permission? You said it was my treat.”
“Of course you do. Ask me nicely.”
“May I please touch you, your royal highness?”
Henry pretended to consider his request, scrunching up his nose.
“Well… alright, darling. You may touch.”
He still gripped Alex’s hair, keeping him from using his wicked tongue on him - at least at that moment. Alex took hold of the pearls once more and pulled them up between his lips, rubbing the beads against his nerves again. They were already slick, Henry’s body wetter than usual without the hormones to hold it back. He was more sensitive, too, from the way his thighs trembled. He tilted his hips, rocking with the strands, rutting his pussy against them as Alex watched. The muscles in his stomach tensed and flexed as he moved, shadows catching the curves and giving them a deeper cast. His lips were parted as he stared down at Alex, plump and inviting. He’d never seen anyone so beautiful, not in his entire life.
“You are… incredible,” Alex breathed. “I want to taste you next. Please, Henry?”
“Mmn, not yet. You can, you can taste me after you fill me,” Henry chuckled, his cheeks flushed. “When the pearls are an absolute mess. I expect you to suck every single bead clean.”
“Oh, of course, sir,” Alex replied, grinning up at him. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”
“Now, I want you naked too. We can leave these on, but I want to savor this. Promise me you’ll go slow?”
��Of course,” Alex assured him. “Yeah. Yeah, I can go slow.”
He pressed a lingering kiss to Henry’s pelvis before standing. As Henry watched, dressed in only his pearls, he stripped his clothes and tossed them on the growing pile on the chair. Bare before him, he closed the distance between them. Henry reached out and guided his soft fingers along Alex’s strong arm, tracing the prominent veins that snaked beneath his skin. His eyes trailed along Alex’s body, and Alex couldn’t help the shiver that jolted down his spine. It was as if he was pinned in place, a specimen for Henry to inspect and study. The thought thrilled him to his very core. He looked at Henry through his long, thick lashes, smiling. Henry smiled back, his own eyes heavy-lidded with lust.
Their gazes lingered for a moment before they couldn’t stand being apart any longer. Alex kissed him, guiding him back toward the bed. They fell onto the mattress laughing. He slid over Henry, his body hot and heavy. Henry’s smile shone up at him, his eyes glimmering. They kissed again, slow and deep and hungry . Neither was a blushing virgin, but this was a step they could not come back from. A soulmate’s bond was stronger than that of an Alpha and their mate. Would things change between them? Would the world see them differently?
As they savored the lips of one another, Alex reached down and slipped the string of pearls to the side. Henry placed a hand on the small of his back and pushed , urging him forward. Henry’s control made Alex weak. He didn’t hesitate. Shifting his hips, Alex guided his aching cock to Henry’s cunt. He slipped inside slowly. Henry exhaled as his body adjusted to the size of Alex, stretched and swallowing him inch by inch. Alex let out a soft gasp as he buried his cock in him. He took him well, easier than expected, right to the very hilt. A small bulge on his pelvis hinted at just how full Henry really was.
“Fuck…” Alex purred. “You… Mmn.”
“I what?”
“You feel exquisite . Like you were made for me.”
“… I was,” Henry whispered. “I’ve been yours since the day I was born.”
It was true; fate decided for them long ago that they were perfect together.
“Tell me when to move, baby.”
Baby . Henry’s heart raced at the simple term.
“Now. Make love to me, Alex. Make me yours.”
Alex slid a hand up Henry’s thigh, pushing them forward and hooking them over his hips. He rolled his body, muscles taut and controlled as he drew back and filled Henry again. Steady. Slow. Nuzzling their noses together, Alex’s lips parted in pleasure as the wet heat of Henry’s pussy enveloped his length. Henry moaned and rocked with him, squeezing his hips tight with his thighs. Their breathing synced. Their hearts beat in the same rhythm. Ecstasy flowed between them; they could feel the other’s pleasure as easily as breathing. The sensation was nearly overwhelming. Sweat rolled down their skin. Alex fucked him slow and deep, gazing into Henry’s eyes. It felt right. They felt right. Their bodies and souls were becoming one, melting together with a blur. Every moment of their lives led them there, to fingers laced with each other, to the hushed breaths shared between them. Gasping, Henry placed a hand over his pelvis. Each thrust raised the bulge, and when he pressed against it his vision went white. His head swam, a strangled sob of pleasure slipping from his throat.
“Baby?” Alex asked, slowing his hips. “You okay?”
“Don’t. Don’t stop,” Henry managed to mumble. “Alex. Love. I need you to keep going.”
Alex claimed his mouth once more, nipping at his lips as he fucked him gently. Their bodies came together again and again, trembling as they released months of pent-up lust. Alex’s long lashes caressed Henry’s cheek as he dropped his head. His gaze was too intense, too open - Alex could get lost in Henry’s eyes and damn the world around them. Henry smiled and kissed his temple. Alex’s key dangled between them, swaying with the rhythm of their bodies. Light flashed off its surface, glimmering between them like a beacon. It was all too much, too perfect. Alex wouldn’t be able to hold back for too much longer. His hips stuttered in their rhythm as heat built in his gut.
“Henry…”
Henry could sense Alex’s orgasm approaching. He carded his fingers through Alex’s dark hair, keeping his head close. With one careful adjustment he turned Alex’s head so his voice could reach his ear.
“ Breed me, love,” he whispered. “Breed your mate like a good Alpha should.”
“F-Fuck,” Alex gasped. “Fuck, baby -“
Those words pushed him over the edge. He forced his cock into the hilt as his knot swelled, spilling thick seed inside of Henry’s cunt. He kept pumping, urged by some dark biological need, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Henry clenched and pulsed around him as he came, his slick blocked by the swollen knot stretched inside him. Alex peppered his face with gentle kisses, smiling at him as if he were the sun itself. Henry was perfect, a mixture of demure and demanding that drove Alex wild.
And he was his. All his.
They lay together beneath the sheets, limbs tangled, bodies pressed close together. Henry ran his fingers along Alex’s skin, tracing from freckle to freckle with lazy caresses.
“Do you feel any different?” he asked.
“Mmn. I feel… whole,” Alex replied. “Complete in a way I’ve never felt before.”
“I do as well. There’s a warmth in my heart that radiates outward, filling me with light, that I never experienced before I met you.”
“Like you said, baby - we were made for each other,” he chuckled, nuzzling Henry. “This is right. There’s no one for me who could compare to you.”
“… Promise?”
Alex cocked his head.
“Yeah. Henry, I promise. I want to be with you. ”
“We may not be able to live together. You have your duties, I have mine… it will be difficult at times.”
“Anything worth having is.”
Henry smiled at Alex, and Alex pressed chaste kisses to the freckles framing his lips.
“How long until your heat? You said a couple of days?”
Smirking, Henry grabbed a pillow and smacked it against Alex’s arm.
“You are a horndog ,” he laughed.
“Hey, you knew that coming into this,” Alex teased, trying to grab it away from him. “I’ve been very open about wanting to fuck you.”
“You just did!”
“No, baby. That wasn’t fucking. You’ll get to enjoy that when your heat starts.”
“Oh, is there a difference with you?”
Alex pulled Henry on top of him, still grinning.
“You wanna know?”
“The anticipation is killing me, yes.”
“C’mere. Lean your ear in close.”
Henry did just that, turning his head so he could hear Alex better.
“Making love is slow, and soft, and tender,” Alex whispered. “When I fuck you, dear Henry, you won’t be able to walk afterwards. Your pussy will ache, these sheets will be ruined, and you will beg me to do it again.”
Henry shivered and buried his face in Alex’s chest.
“Oh my God.”
“What?”
“I won’t beg,” came the muffled reply. “Princes don’t beg . Besides,” Henry added, raising his head again. “I don’t think you can do it.”
“What, fuck you?”
“Mhm. You’re just going to have to prove it. Now. My darling. I believe you have a mess to clean up?”
Alex licked his lips.
“I do. You’re absolutely right. Come here, baby. Why don’t you sit on my face and I’ll get to work?”
Henry scooted onto his knees and moved forward, slowly lowering himself over Alex’s head. He straddled his face and rolled his hips, teasing Alex for a few moments before finally pressing all the way down.
“Mmn… this is the only throne I need,” he said with a smirk. “Get to work. I want the pearls to shine when you’re done.”
Alex began to lick them - and Henry - clean, half-hard and eager to coax those sweet little sounds from his prince.
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top five doomed mariners go
in order not of significance, but of encounter:
(1) William Bush - the original Doomed Mariner, my copy of Lord Hornblower is still held together with duct tape from chucking the book across the room when I realized Forester was not going to pull a "if there's no body he's not dead" - rather, "if there's no body, it's because he was too close to the ignition point." A character whose defining trait is his devotion is actually something that can be so personal.
(2) James Norrington - the man, the myth, the legend. clearly takes up too much brain space for a [checking notes for comedic effect] antagonist secondary character from a twenty-year-old theme park ride movie. Hard to say at which point it became clear he'd never survive, but there's definitely a point at which he clearly thinks he's survived too long for anyone's good, least of all his own.
(3) Mr. Starbuck
“On this level, Ahab’s hammock swings within; his head this way. A touch, and Starbuck may survive to hug his wife and child again.—Oh Mary! Mary!—boy! boy! boy!—But if I wake thee not to death, old man, who can tell to what unsounded deeps Starbuck’s body this day week may sink, with all the crew! Great God, where art Thou? Shall I? shall I?—The wind has gone down and shifted, sir; the fore and main topsails are reefed and set; she heads her course.”
“Stern all! Oh Moby Dick, I clutch thy heart at last!”
Such were the sounds that now came hurtling from out the old man’s tormented sleep, as if Starbuck’s voice had caused the long dumb dream to speak.
The yet levelled musket shook like a drunkard’s arm against the panel; Starbuck seemed wrestling with an angel; but turning from the door, he placed the death-tube in its rack, and left the place.
(123: The Musket)
(4) Eyk Larsen - doomed by Netflix more than his own foibles, though that's not for lack of trying on his foibles' part. Even the men on his crew that like him are waiting for him to snap under the strain of his bereavement, alcoholism, and the demands of the new shipping company's changes (and the sudden appearance/disappearance of a ghost ship. and inexplicable deaths. and seeing things. and and and). Doesn't make it three whole scenes before staring moodily into the deeps of the Atlantic, musing on the impossibility of knowing what lives on the floor thousands of feet below. Kind of deserved that mutiny. Didn't exactly die in 1899, but. Well. Like his relationship with Maura, it was complicated.
(5) Bill Malloy - He never learned how to swim, he put together The Big Secret about the manslaughter trial quicker than any other uninvolved character, he's been in love with and trailing a respectful step behind Liz Collins Stoddard for 20+ years to no avail (but, hey, Carolyn says he's as good as her father, which?), and he's not the most helpful ghost but he is having a little too much fun getting revenge for his murder - did we ever hear him laugh when he was alive? I suppose we have to subtract some points for him never spending any time on a boat within the scope of the narrative, but then, he IS trying to go back to his job on the boats - and no one else on this list sings "What Do You Do With A Drunken Sailor?". I'm pretty sure the narrative is through with him now, alas. He'll always be famous to me.
#i feel like a heel picking five.#honorary mention to daniel gregg. who's not so much doomed as. hmm. doomed implies a downward trajectory. he's already dead.#then again. things can get worse. even for ghosts.#also. Quint. god. he can't knock anyone off this list atm but this is a Sign to go watch the Indianapolis monologue RIGHT NOW. do it.#ask meme#polkaknox talks#thank you for the ask kind friend!
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something that bugged me about hakita (creator of ultrakill) is that he himself said "there is literally zero evidence that v1 or the machines killed humanity"
uhhhhhh, "the crimes thy kind have committed against humanity" hellooooo???
i'm getting a feeling that he's just trying to keep people away from that theory so he can save it for the big reveal at some point, cause that's just straight contridictin' yourself, unless minos meant something else by "crimes against humanity", buuut nothin' comes to mind.
i think it's kinda like how the gravity falls team juked people into thinking the "stan has a twin brother" theory was false so they could have the same surprise effect when they eventually did the plot twist, despite people predicting it.
i mean, maybe the "great war" or whatever was what minos referred to, but i mean, that's more "the crimes humanity commited against itself" rather than the machines doing the committing of crimes, 'cuz to have a machine war, humans gotta start one first. plus, humans made that machines to do the fightin' and killin'. double plus, that was all a while ago. there was the entire "new peace" era and the fall of humanity and the period of time where the machines just sat at the surface doin' nothin' before deciding to yeet themselves into hell, so minos had a lotta time to forgive & forget all about that war.
and don't even think of pulling the "well minos doesn't know it's not the machine's fault" card because that implies that minos is one of the following:
clueless
straight up dumb
like an old grandpa that isn't really up-to-date with all this... "technology" junk.
the first one can't be cause if he was clueless, he wouldn't know there was a war to begin with.
the second one... i mean, come on. do you really think someone who uses "thou", "thee" and "thy" would be portrayed as a dumb idiot?
and the third one... is pretty fucking funny i'll give you that. but there's no way that's what it is.
to be honest, i guess it's not IMPOSSIBLE that minos was referring to the war, but it'd be a bit disappointing because i'm pretty sure that when we all heard minos say something about our "crimes", pretty much all of us immediately thought either "Oh my gosh, machines did somethin' bad! They're probably what killed humanity! Woah!" or "what crimes".
i mean, what's more likely:
minos was referring to the great war with all the machines, even though it's technically all humanity's doing, because he doesn't know exactly how sentient the machines are, and believes that since machines were the ones who took actions and went into battle, they are responsible for the deaths and destruction so they must be held acountable
or
machines went haywire & killed humanity & that's why mankind's dead & minos was pointing out the very much obvious crimes we committed
i don't think hakita was playing dumb or just genuinely forgot about that line. i think hakita was, on purpose, telling us that there's no evidence so we go "well, hakita said so, thus there really must be no evidence!" and that way we'll stop looking and forget all about minos's line.
well guess what hakita? i rember'd!! i rember'd it all!!
alright alright, i know, i'm looking way too far into this one line from minos and this one screenshot of a hakita discord message.
...buuuut i still have another thing to talk about. some "inoffensive" machines seem to have been... er, "repurposed" ingame.
streetcleaners would just suck up all the toxic gasses polluting the air. now, in hell, they're using those same flammable gasses as fuel for their makeshift flamethrowers which they burn us with.
drones are just supposed to be floating security cameras, equipped with non-lethal ammunition in order to incapacitate any potentially dangerous individuals. however, here in hell, that ammunition... well, it's not so "non-lethal" anymore.
and mindflayers.
um.
i don't know what they do, actually.
but i can't think of anyone who would make a robot whose only objective is to protect its plastic boobs. (don't even UTTER anything along the lines of "sex robot" because dem boobs n' cheeks are HARD PLASTIC ain't NOTHIN' fitting in there)
sooo the mindflayer's literal existence contributes yet another point towards the "machines can and did go against whatever boundaries they were supposed to respect" theory.
so, these now-repurposed weakling machines are pretty damn suspicious. humans had no reason the weaponize air-cleaning and security bots, since there weren't any more wars after the big, great one, so i got reason to believe that it wasn't humans who changed them, but rather they changed themselves after going mad.
i don't have any more evidence, but i mean, i think what i got here is enough alone. alright fellas, essay's over. azzy out!
#not a shitpost#ultrakill#ultrakill lore#lore#ultrakill theory#theorizing#matthew patrick get on this immediatedly!!!
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[PREVIEW] Pendragon HoP Chapter 4: The Purification from All that is Dark
So this was supposed to be part of Chapter 3, but my tendency to write too long has struck again. So you get two chapters for the price of one, if that makes sense. It certainly did in my head. Hahaha.
... “So Kreacher will show up in this circle?” Weasley pointed at the tub set on the biggest circle in the center of the diagram, encircled by salt and holly sprigs, connected to the two circles containing the basins: the one on the right containing the water and blood solution and the one on the left containing a smooth round stone Dobby picked up from the school grounds. It was a good a scapegoat as any.
Regulus nodded. “And once he arrives, the salt and the holly will keep him trapped until the dark magic is washed away and encased in the scapegoat.”
“But how can you make sure that he’ll show up right here exactly?”
“By ordering it exactly. Something I have sufficient practice with,” answered Regulus. “Now this is the part I must warn you about. Getting Kreacher onto the tub is the easiest part. Once I begin the incantation to start the containment spell, the dark magic he will most likely be carrying will start to fight back.”
Weasley and Dobby traded wary looks at that before the former prompted. “What do we do, then?”
“Stand back and defend yourselves when the need arises. Do you know the shield charm?” At Weasley nod, Regulus nodded. “Good. It’s better than nothing.”
Weasley, however, still looked concerned. “But what about you?”
“As I keep telling you, I’ll be fine.” Regulus smirked. “Honestly, Weasley, if you keep this up, I might get the impression that you’re worried about me.”
Weasley huffed. “I helped save your arse, Black. Wouldn’t want all that effort to go to waste this early.”
“And I wouldn’t want to die again so soon either. Now if there’s nothing else,” Regulus cleared his throat. “We should get started...”
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For Ron, standing a few feet away, it was both an amazing and frightening sight.
In the middle of the pulsing magical pentagram stood Kreacher, although at the moment, he could barely hold himself up, his knees bent so low they were nearly touching the ground as he held his head in both hands and wailed. Surrounding him were the thick black tentacle like...things that seemed to materialize from everywhere on him, from his back, to his legs, his arms and even from inside his floppy ears.
They reminded Ron of the Whomping Willow, the way they stretched high enough to reach the ceiling as they whipped onto an invisible barrier with such violent force that he knew was enough to snap him in two. But that wasn’t the end of it.
Those tentacles, he soon found out, had faces. Multitudes of them. All screaming, moaning, crying, roaring in pain and anger, into a wildly asynchronous morbid chorus. And the stench, oh Merlin the stench of rotten vegetables, decaying meat and literal shite. It was as bad as, if not worse than, the smell of that mountain troll back in first year.
“...Grant, we beseech, the grace of thy favor
Upon this rock, before we stand...”
Ron marveled how Black—who was probably only around five inches away from Kreacher—could stand to be so near the column of warped faces, and was doing pretty well so far. He had been worried that the older wizard’s illness was going to rear its head at some point, and had been on guard just in case.
“...And thus, our cries, before thee, true:
All that which is dark, by thy power, we bind...”
But he’s doing just fine. Ron thought, his stance relaxing as he rubbed at his tired eyes. We’re already halfway through the ritual. Black said this will be the hardest part, so once he’s done with this, it should be smooth sailing afterwa—
“Something is wrong.
—ah, fuck.
#harry potter#ron weasley#ron weasley fanfiction#pro ron weasley#ron weasley defense squad#regulus black#regulus black fanfiction
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This is one of those "ranting so maybe I'll sleep and stop spilling salt on other people's posts" post, and I'm also setting out on a dean hunt tomorrow which is unnerving, but I guess I have thoughts about episodes that are 1-16 years old.
I'm not going to link that lovely gifset of the Masters talking about being a/the Doctor because I don't like to associate my negativity with other people's hard work, but damn if that didn't leave me gritting my teeth. Not the gifset, of course, just the idea that this is somehow a logical development.
I have ranted way too many times about how there's nothing logical whatsoever about POTD, but really, this isn't the case of a good idea poorly executed, this is the case of the author not understanding what his idea even is. This wasn't supposed to be just a body swap (which would have been SO GOOD, just imagine Whittaker and Dhawan having an occasion for acting tour de forces, imagine Yaz having to say all that sanctimonious stuff about the Doctor having people who love her in the face of the woman she loves rather than a guy who left her on a crashing plane, imagine Whittaker!Master exposing all of Yaz's feelings and mocking her with infos about all the previous companions left behind, something the Master explicitly plays at in the episode, but it wasn't pulled to its full potential, damn it's like Chibs was actively avoiding good ideas!), this was supposed to be the Master somehow becoming everything the Doctor is. And the effect is so so so bloody empty? Like, my first thought was, huh, so will this be about how the same experiences do not shape the same people? As in, now that the Master knows all the pain the Doctor went through, but also the wonder and the beauty, and yes, also their ongoing affection for him, he'll still choose to be evil? Kinda pessimistic, but interesting. Then the episode started pushing the idea that the companions make the Doctor who they are, and my interpretation... could still work, but there the message becomes somewhat messier - again, if the love of people around the Doctor made them who they are, then shouldn't those experiences affect or at least be acknowledged by the Master?
And then I had an oh. right. moment as I realised none of this was thought of - the Master simply doesn't have the Doctor's memories or else he would know who Fugitive!Doctor is. So, what exactly happened in that episode? Genuine question, because the episode sure acts like there was some subjective difference for the Master? Damn, it's just so empty.
I don't think there's much to say about Missy's scene, because it oozes irony, which is great and badly needed, but I might as well commit sacrilege and say I never understood the Doctor's logic in putting the have you thought about the fact that you'll die into his speech, like which one is it: be kind without witness or reward, to thy own self be true or remember thou art mortal?
Which leaves me with the Saxon introduction. And look, I understand it's tiresome when people pander to RTD and I'm not saying his era is flawless but it does do one thing later eras avoid: it doesn't tell you what to think. With his writing, I feel like interpretation is really an act of communication, rather than explanation of a thesis. There just plain is no preaching. And the Master isn't there to tell me stuff about the Doctor, he's there on his own terms. He's not trying to aggrevate the Doctor when he uses the title, he doesn't even know he's there for his election speech. No, he's there to act as proper dark mirror, to show how all of that genius can be used for evil, to be the baddie Doctor. He doesn't aspire to be the Doctor, he's already in the process of "saving" humanity by bringing the Toclafane over with a paradox. This is a gortesque parody of the whole concept of sustaining life! The Toclafane are humanity cannibalising itself, just as the Master will in EoT, exposing the darkness of maintaininig existence at all costs. At this point in the writing the Master isn't just defined by the Doctor, he defines him in return in a beautiful dialectic dalliance, keep in mind this trilogy is when we find up just how fucked up changing history is, this is what the Doctor holds against the Master, it's not "but you're killing people :(", it's "but you're changing history"! I know the tempation of reading the Wonder what I'd be without you in a purely shippy way, but ffs let it not cloud the fact that this is post-TLV Doctor talking, he knows the villain he could have been IF HE DIDN'T HAVE SOMEONE TO DEFINE HIMSELF AGAINST ALL THIS TIME.
Since I'm venting I might as well say this: this "development" is why I would really prefer the show to take a break from the Master for a while. Yes, a cameo in the 60th would be great, but until the show has a need for THE MASTER rather than A DIFFERENT TIME LORD TO EXPLAIN WHY THE DOCTOR IS AWESOME, idk, just resurrect the War Chief or sth.
This isn't just about sentiments, this is about two completely different perspectives on the universe. Let that ring out again.
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in this land of broken stars
Fandom: FFXIV
Pairing: Alyzen Kaide & Urianger Augurelt
Rating: T
Words: 1672
(Read on ao3)
Even now, weeks after the defeat of Lakeland's Lightwarden, the people of the Crystarium still celebrate the return of the night sky. Fewer in number than that first day perhaps, but the looks of awe and wonder on their faces is a sight Alyzen will never tire of.
She stares at the sky herself, at the myriad constellations, so similar, yet so different to the sky that covers the place she calls home. The stars, as Urianger had described it, gleam like diamonds scattered across a rich velvet robe. Their light is gentle and kind, so unalike the harsh, relentless brutality of the Light that scoured the rest of the land; it’s incredible to think that this was hidden behind that nigh-impenetrable veil of lucence.
At her next inhale, claws of acid rake her insides. Her vision blurs and she stumbles, hand pressed desperately hard to her chest. Whatever is within her presses against her nerves, attempts to gnaw on her bones, and it is only her stubborn refusal to give into it that drives it back.
When the pain recedes, she exhales, and fear rushes in, panic fuelling the rapidity of her pulse. Something is happening to her, she knows it, and yet no one will give her answers. Worse, she cannot even talk about it with her companions, for they would worry and fret. What they have to accomplish is too important for them to stop and search for answers.
She scoffs, frustrated and despairing. What else is new? This is how it has always been; her nature as a weapon far more valuable than her status as a person.
But this new kind of pain – whatever it is – in this new, unknown place frightens her enough to seek out answers.
She finds Urianger in the Cabinet of Curiosity, seated at ones of the tables furthest away from the main entrance. As she’d expected, a plethora of tomes are stacked neatly atop the wooden surface, the man himself poring over a particularly thick, leather-bound volume. Alyzen smiles at the sight of his pale hair, no longer hidden by a hood. Norvrandt has changed him, and she is pleased for it, gladdened at how he’s grown in both confidence and self-assuredness.
“I hope I’m not disturbing you?” she asks, a hand resting on the back of an empty chair.
Urianger looks up at her and smiles. “Thine company is ever welcome,” he leans over to adjust the chair so she can sit. “Should thee not retire and partake of slumber? Thine struggle with Rak’tika’s Lightwarden was most arduous.”
“I could not sleep,” she murmurs, her eyes taking in the book titles but not really registering them. “Too many thoughts in my head, I suppose.”
“Wouldst thou share them with me, so I may attempt to lessen thy burden?”
She gives a wan little half-smile and shrugs. “What Emet-Selch said, about those murals… do you think he was telling the truth?”
Urianger carefully marks his place in the book with a thin strap of leather before shutting it close and setting it aside. “I knoweth not what to believe,” he clasps his fingers together. “To hearken such a somber tale doth disquieten me indeed. Never would I perpend mineself of harboring any sympathy for mine enemy, and yet I find myself pondering over the Ascian’s words. Nevertheless, I balk at the veritable discord his kind hath sown, and the countless deaths they hath contributed to. Certain am I that our path is true.”
“You’re right,” she murmurs. “If the Ascians are truly tempered to Zodiark, I suppose it makes sense that they are driven to act as they are. Still, I am surprised that he’s aware that he is tempered, and yet chooses to act the way he does instead of finding a way to break the tempering.”
“He hath made his choice. ‘Tis most futile to scout for the reasoning behind it.”
They fall into an easy silence. Aly idly thumbs through the book nearest to her while Urianger returns to his perusal of his tome. The question is on the tip of her tongue – what is happening to me? – and yet she can’t seem to find the courage to push it out.
It’s only when a bladed ribbon of pain curls around her rib that she’s able to blurt it out, though not as elegantly as she’d hoped. “I overheard you and Y’shtola talking.” When he stiffens but doesn’t look at her, she continues in a ramble, “About me. About the aether I have been absorbing. That’s why she thought I was a sineater at first, isn’t it? There’s something wrong with me, Urianger, and we both know it.”
“I–”
“Don’t try to pretend it isn’t there,” she hates that her voice is cracking, hates even more that she can feel the tears build up behind her eyes. “She told me about it. Is that why it– why it hurt after I killed Rak’tika’s Lightwarden? Why it sometimes feels as though there’s something inside me that wants to devour me? Please, Urianger,” she places a hand on his arm, her fingers gripping onto him as though he were a lifeline, “will you not tell me what’s happening to me?”
His gaze, when it meets hers, is deeply troubled. Urianger hesitates a moment before placing his hand atop hers. “It grieveth me most deeply to deny thine request,” his voice holds within in a plea for her to understand, “Know that I doth not refuse thee for malice. There are forces at play that need must be navigated with the utmost of caution–” he trails off, breaking away from her eyes.
Aly wants to cry. Her fingers curl into her palm, nails biting into the skin, and the bite of pain holds her steady. She has to clear her throat and take in a deep breath before she can continue; it’s a challenge, but she’s pleased with how she’s able to keep her voice low and calm and even. “You will not tell me, even when it’s affecting my life? When there’s a chance I might die? There are two more Lightwardens I must slay, Urianger,” she beseeches, “at least allow me the comfort of knowing what is happening to my own body so I might prepare for it.”
His head droops to hang between his shoulders. “Forgive me, my friend, but I cannot grant thee thine request, though thou art deserving of elucidation.” There’s anguish in the depths of his eyes when he’s able to look at her again. “Pray, do not quit thy faith in me. Upon mine honor, I vow that I will do naught to misplace thine trust.”
She wants to be mad at him. She wants to rage at him, to scream and pour out the entirety of her fear and her stress and her anger at being used this way, at constantly being used as a weapon, at how little of a person she’s become ever since the mantle of Warrior of Light was laid across her shoulders, but… what is the point? He is not to blame for all that has befallen her. It’s not his fault that her life is the way it is. In all the years she’s known him, her trust in him has never faltered, not even when she knew him to be working with the Warriors of Darkness.
Even if she dislikes his secrecy, she still trusts him.
Even if it means his lack of answers might lead to her death.
“I trust you,” she says, very quietly, her unshed tears clogging her throat. He looks so distressed she has half a mind to reassure him, but her own fear and anxiety have left her jittery and shaky. Still, she’s unable to keep herself from being just a little spiteful, just a little petty. “I trust you.” She pauses a second, then adds, “Like Minfilia trusted you.”
Alyzen takes no pleasure in the way he flinches.
“Forgive me,” he murmurs again, his head bowed so low his forehead nearly meets the table.
Her heart aches at his hurt, at the way he seems to have resigned himself to being painted a villain, and she regrets her pointed barb. None of this is his fault; he is as much a mummer in this play as she is. Has he not always watched out for her, aided her in ways she did not know she needed help? He has never failed her in her moments of need. Though she might not know the reason for his secrecy, she cannot deny that his schemes, elaborate as they are, have been for the greater good. Placing a hand on his shoulder, Aly gives it a gentle squeeze as an apology for her unwarranted cruelty. “I already have,” she says softly. “I do trust you, Urianger. I always have. I always will.”
“All shall be laid bare with time,” he says, grave and somber. “Know that I dislike this concealment as keenly as you. For the sake of this world, and our own, must I keep mine own confidence, even should it inspire mine allies to displace their belief.”
She knows he’s referring to Y’shtola, and she doesn’t know what to say, for she knows as well as he does that Y’shtola is deeply suspicious of both the Exarch and Urianger’s silence. “We’ll figure it out,” she says, in an attempt to console him. “You are not alone.”
He tilts his head to press his cheek against her hand, his shoulders rising and falling with the force of his sigh. Aly awkwardly strokes his hair with her free hand, half-expecting him to pull away, but he does not; instead, he takes the hand on his shoulder between his own, clasping it like he’s attempting to shield it – shield her – from all she is yet to face.
There's no need for words – they stay there in silence, the warrior of light and her friend, each offering the other comfort in the way they know best.
#ffxiv#ffxiv fic#shadowbrings spoilers#urianger augurelt#warrior of light#i am incredibly soft for aly and uri's friendship#which is how i made myself write urianger aksdakdhad i apologize if it sounds weird#yeeting this into the void and running back into my cave#roguelioness writes
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About Thy Lover:
Hey y'all my blog is growing quite a bit and fast and this was definitely.... unexpected I suppose so I figure I'd tell y'all a bit about me so some quick info!
I'm 24yrs old, my nickname in real life is Little Devil due to something very stupid which is a long story so feel free to call me that if you'd like or Leif which is my actual name, I know sad, tho my grandma used to call me Leafy lol. I'm Pansexual/Gender Blind. I don't entirely have a preference in pronouns I'm Non binary, for your convenience They/Them works too or She/Her or He/Him cause like I said I could care less what you call me. Also I cuss like a sailor if that isn't something that you like, do forgive me, can't help it. Uh what else, I'm a gym rat, a history geek, currently in the process of chilling the fuck out.
I'm 5ft 8in, lover of piercings and a ton of fallout 4 tattoos all over me.
I mainly write for Red Dead Redemption 2, Mortal Kombat, and Bully, honestly the content I post could be legit everywhere it's rather hectic in here so I'll write anything. I'm absolute shit with how I spend my time so you might see me disappear and pop up outta fuck knows where, I'm the type to write stories and then not post 'em so I currently have 52 drafts here on Tumblr for no reason whatsoever. Here on Tumblr I plan on posting much more, like my Fics even updates on my life, what's going on ya know the normal chaotic shit.
There ain't a request I don't take, actually that's a lie, if it involves Fecal or Piss play I can't- not my thing, Non-Con is also something I can't bring myself to write, Dubious Con is sorta fine I reckon. Other than that, send your dirty thoughts or kind thoughts depending on how devious you are to me, my inbox is always open for you little darlins out there and if I can't or won't write I'll hit you up, if I do write I'll also hit you up.
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I have an AO3 Account I'll be posting much more Frequently under the name Thy Lover if that interests you, there I plan on posting the fics that are a bit dirtier as to not piss off Tumblr.
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Fic: Own True Love
Klaine Spring Fling: wren
Words: ~800 words
Rating: Teen and up
Summary: Singing birds are a portent of spring.
This is part of my Mormon!Klaine universe. It takes place later in the afternoon on the same day as the scene I posted yesterday, Forebearance. Between Forebearance and this, something like Thy Love’s Embrace happens, BUT you have to ignore the references to Easter in Thy Love’s Embrace and substitute them with "upcoming baptismal service.” (I moved this scene in the timeline for reasons and will revise it for posting to AO3.)
My Mormon!Klaine Masterpost. (More recent posts are in bold.)
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Blaine felt almost giddy as they left the Schönfelds’ house that afternoon. He felt like a bottle of soda that had been shaken up, like the slightest provocation would send his emotions gushing everywhere.
He wanted to tell Kurt what had happened—or maybe it was Elder Hummel again? Maybe first names had been for the quiet intimacy of that conversation at the piano. Now that they were outside, they weren't themselves. They were missionaries of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
So, no. He wouldn't tell Elder Hummel about the burning in his bosom. Intense spiritual matters were supposed to be private things, not to be spoken of. This was a concept that had been woven through Blaine’s upbringing in the church, repeated by prophets, apostles, family, run-of-the-mill members, and little kids in primary who hadn't even been baptized yet.
Most of the miracles we experience are not to be shared. Consistent with the teachings of the scriptures, we hold them sacred and share them only when the Spirit prompts us to do so.
After my mother’s funeral, I had an experience too sacred to share that confirmed for me the truth of the plan of salvation.
The witness that I have and the witness that each of us has, and the details of how it came, are too sacred to tell.
Some spiritual experiences are too sacred to share with others—especially outside your family.
It felt wrong, hiding something so important from Elder Hummel. But there must be a good reason for the rule. And if Blaine really thought about it, he could see why it applied here. They had been talking about difficult matters, things close to Elder Hummel’s heart—and if Blaine told him about his spiritual experience, that would take the focus off Elder Hummel and put it onto Blaine.
As they stepped onto the sidewalk, the little brown bird that had been flitting around in the shrubs earlier darted to the top. It gushed into song, not caring that it was being watched. Its voice was clear and pleasantly shrill, the melody interspersed with effervescent trills. It conveyed everything Blaine was holding inside of him.
Blaine stopped and stared. Elder Hummel didn't ask why. He stopped, too. It was one of those moments where they understood each other perfectly without saying a word.
Maybe Elder Hummel knew about Blaine’s sacred experience already. Maybe he had experienced it with him.
Blaine's heart fluttered at the thought.
“Do you know what kind of bird that is?" Blaine whispered during a pause in the performance.
“No,” said Elder Hummel. “It looks like one of the house wrens back home that were always trying to take over Carole's bluebird houses and liked to sing me awake at 6 a.m. in summer if I left the windows open. But I think this is something else. It sounds prettier.”
The bird hopped from the shrubs to a tree. Blaine craned his neck to keep watching it and stepped backward for a better angle. He felt his foot land on something that wasn't sidewalk.
Behind him came the sound of someone clearing their throat.
“Oh. Oh. Did I step on you? I’m so sorry. I’m so—” Blaine spun around to continue his profuse German apologies and was met with the amused face of Brother Schönfeld.
"I didn't mean to surprise you, Elder Anderson," chuckled Brother Schönfeld. “I’m just stopping by because we both forgot our wallets. This warm weather has made everyone a bit loopy, I suppose. But,” he added, "you really should be with more aware of your surroundings, even in spring. You almost stepped into the street.”
"Oh, but I am aware of my surroundings. Just not all of them at once.”
“Oh?” said Brother Schönfeld, suppressing a smile. “What's got your attention?”
“Over there,” Blaine said, gesturing toward the tree, at the same time Elder Hummel said, “A bird.”
Brother Schönfeld squinted. “Oh. That little thing? Do you know its name?”
“We were just trying to figure that out," said Elder Hummel. “We don't even know what it is in English.”
“Well, I definitely don't know the name in English,” said Brother Schönfeld. “But in German, it’s a Zannkönig.”
Blaine recognized the two words that made up the name—fence and king. "That's adorable!”
Brother Schönfeld shrugged. "They’re bossy little birds, but charming. This one’s singing a little early, but you should hear more of them in the next few weeks as they all try to win over new mates. I guess this one doesn’t want to wait to find his own true love.”
#mormon!klaine#wowbright writes fic#klaine spring fling#Spring fling 2: Electric Boogaloo#mormon stuff#my klaine spring fling
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Over My Dead Body - Prologue
God… please don’t let this be where I die.
I wasn’t supposed to be here. I mean, I literally wasn’t supposed to be near this part of town, but as I stared at the floor, thinking to myself, my feet took charge and brought me to a shelter. Admittedly, it looked like the type of shelter where runt dogs were kept to either be illegally put down or forced into fighting circles, and it turns out that I wasn’t far off.
I felt another strike across my stomach, slashing so hard against my skin that it felt as though my intestines were spilling out of the bruised flesh. The shouting around us was beginning to become muffled. Angry faces stared at me, eyes wide, mouths open as they screamed, spitting saliva at the floor as they degraded me. Pulling my hands up close to my face again to protect myself, I gasped for air when a closed and tense fist collided with my diaphragm.
I dropped to my knees, choking on my own blood. I got dragged back to my feet by someone behind me and they held me against their body. I could hear them muttering some words of encouragement, but I couldn’t focus on those words. I had to focus on something else. I had to find a way out of here before she killed me. Although, for whatever reason or whatever her motive is, I probably deserve it. I deserve to be beaten to a pulp, tortured with hot water and bath salts, and then I deserve to rot and die in prison.
Tunnelling my vision away from the pool of my blood on the floor, I saw a black smudge plastered across the surface of my opponent's back. Or is it a squiggle? Gosh, I couldn’t tell. Not with blood, sweat, and tears blurring my vision. All I could make out was a tanned and orange glow that hugged her silhouette. Maybe it was a worm. Who in their right mind would get a worm tattooed on their back?
Everyone was a blur. Everyone’s voices were overpowered by my own slow and heavy breathing. I was struggling.
I unfocused my attention onto her marking and flicked to her smile. A sinister smile. Perfect teeth, blinding, even covered in her own blood that spilt from her nose. She had a smile that made you question how many men she had killed, but her eyes told you that she had already lost count. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, smearing her own blood that pooled out of her knuckles and across the sharp curve of her jaw. She wiped her nose and stared at me, smiling. I had seen that smile a thousand times before, in the same situation, right before the same outcome.
She really is going to kill me.
“My Lord God, even now I accept at thy hands cheerfully and willingly, with all its anxieties, pains and sufferings, whatever death it shall please thee to be mine,” I murmured to myself before I gulped down another ball of blood and saliva. She threw another right hook against my jaw and her force brought up the blood I had just swallowed and it spewed from my mouth as I tumbled. I swung back. I had to. She was going to kill me. But I missed it. Shit, I missed.
Shaking, I took a step back and raised my hands again. Someone pulled me back and started murmuring to me. Something along the lines of ‘get back out there,’ but I couldn’t. I couldn’t.
“Come on!” I heard her shout, spitting the blood from her mouth and dropping her shoulders from their high and tense position. Her voice was far too familiar. Raw with anger yet too feminine to sound like she could be a threat. Her voice deceived her. Her appearance lied to us all.
Sweat dripped down her body and clumped her short black hair against her forehead and neck. She breathed out as she let out a low giggle and relaxed her body, no longer in defence. She spun on the spot, examining the crowd as she did. I looked too, everyone was still as giddy as they were when she landed the first punch.
God… please don’t let me die!
She slowly turned around and looked at me as if she heard my silent plea for saviour. Her eyes were dark with rage, taunting me. Did my cry for help anger her more? What did I do to deserve this? God --
“PLEASE!” I screamed, blood dripping from my mouth. She was proud. Everyone was happy. I was dying… people were watching me die, and they were thriving. Should I die? One more punch and I would be dead. Why was she putting it off? Just kill me, damn it.
She raised her arms again in their tense position, her knuckles bleeding and her arms splattered with my blood. I looked back at her slightly cracked lips. I ignored the cut and focused on the smile. I could see the kindness that it once portrayed, the kindness that it once showed me, but as she giggled again and stepped forward, I closed my eyes so I didn’t have to watch her smile turn into bared teeth as she screamed.
She was kind.
#prologue#story writing#idea#my writing#creating#creative writing#writer#write#chapter 0#begining#fighting writing#fights#fighting circuits#love at first fight
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I REALLY WANNA MAKE A FANFIC OUT OF THIS BUT IDK HOW!!!
but I'm ganna try...........................................
ok so the tarnished is drunk asf and has been staring at ranni with sadness in their eyes. When Ranni ask them whats wrong, they gently grab one of her hands and kissed her knuckles. "Please don't fall inlove with someone else" they pleaded with a hint of desperation in their voice. This shocked Ranni and calmly asked "My dearest consort, I wouldn't do such thing." She puts one of her hands to wipe the tear off of her beloved's face. "Tell me, what is it that plagues thy mind? Did i do anything wrong?" She tilted her head out of confusion and waited patiently for an answer. The tarnished began to shed more tears. "It feels like I don't deserve you." they sniffed and made no attempt to suppress their emotions. "I'm a lowly tarnished. Shouldn't you be inlove with someone whose also an empyrean?! their voice cracked. They couldn't bear to look at her anymore and looked down in shame. It broke Ranni's heart to see them like this but she won't just sit here and do nothing. She pulled them to her chest and embraced them. "Nonsense, My dear. I choose who i want to love. Not anyone. Not my family and friends. Not even the two fingers." She asserted. The tarnished heard her loud and clear. They slowly look up to her. There was never a day nor a moment where Ranni's eye stop looking at them with love. Even her phantom half does the same. "Thou art my dear consort, eternal. Nothing can change that." She assured them. The tarnished finally calmed down and felt drowsy. Ranni chuckled and let them rest on her lap. "I suppose the alcohol has something to do this. But nonetheless, I have cleared thy doubts yes?" The tarnished already drift to sleep. Ranni didn't mind. She was content that her consort loves her as much as she loves them. The End. :D what do you think and any criticism?
That's a cute concept. I'm not doubting it's there (and usually, I'm engrossed in the "I don't deserve you" of the Morgott variety) but it would be interesting to see how Ranni and her consort navigate the duties of the crown. I know I've come across a one-shot with the Tarnished being consort to Radagon and doubting their abilities to help rebuild but I'd love to see how they'd hold up when ushering in an altogether new age.
I think you should go for it, anon.
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Puzzle Piece
It's a cruel kind of irony,
That the puzzle piece is used to represent,
The struggle to fit in disorder.
It's even more ironic, for me,
Because of how I present,
Because of my lack of rules,
Lack of resentment,
Lack of interaction or tools,
Lack of culture.
See, my mother's great grandfather and grandfather were indigenous.
Her great grandfather was a residential school survivor
Both of them were drunks.
Her father was raised as white
He was also a drunk,
but unlike the other two he stuck around with his family
Or... tried to
It's a whole mess of complicated really
My mother's family tree is a chaotic mess
We aren't strangers to adoptions,
Divorces,
Multiple marriages
It's hard to know who's related to who
Especially when there's thousands of people with our last name
See Johnston is a last name that was given to my Mom's great grandfather
Because they couldn't pronounce his real name
We don't know much about him
We don't know much about them because they were never around, and the other members of the family didn't like to talk about them.
So, we might as well be white.
My Mother is more indigenous in appearance than I am
She was raised with religion, but it never made sense to her.
It's funny really
I don't think anyone was there to teach her the spiritual beliefs that indigenous people had
She just came to the conclusion that she wanted to believe in that on her own
But she doesn't know the rituals, the rules, the culture
She just does what feels right for her.
And that's great
And she taught me to do the same, to decide for myself what I believe
So the only thing I know about religion is from what pop culture tells me
What I know about Angels comes from fantasy stories
I thought Elves were just humans with pointed ears that lived longer
But apparently there's something religious involved
I thought Fairies were just humans with wings and magic
But Fae are more complicated, and again, religion is involved
The more I learn about Fantasy, the genre I love to write, and the more I learn about politics and other cultures,
The more I become overwhelmed wondering
What am I allowed to write?
See, when I first heard about cultural appropriation, it upset me.
It upset me that people would get upset with you if you did something from a culture that didn't belong to you.
I wasn't sure why it upset me so much
I dismissed it as being an ignorant white girl that needed to dismantle my beliefs and rebuild them
I know what oppression feels like because I'm disabled. I don't want to accidentally be oppressing someone else by stealing their culture
But, the more I learned about other cultures, and all their rules, and all the every day things that had to come from somewhere
The more I realize how much culture is tied to everything
And the world is not a free for all where you can choose what you want to believe
If you want to be part of a culture you have to learn and follow all its rules before you can apply anything from it to your daily life
At least that's what it seems
And that's all so overwhelming to me
Because as an Autistic Person learning basic social rules was already a traumatizing struggle
I do feel a calling to spiritual beliefs
But my skin is white
My features are Scottish and French
My eyes are light coloured
And I can't learn other languages for the life of me
I feel like I'd be intruding if I tried to learn the indigenous culture
And I'm not saying that anyone who holds such strict barriers to their culture is making me a victim
Nor am I saying my Mom was wrong to not teach me a religion
If I were taught the Christian Religion, the one that I suppose is appropriate for a white English speaking person to learn, knowing how I was as a child I would have become extremely committed to it, to the point where both religious and non religious people shut me out.
It would have become my special interest,
But I probably would have been deeply hurt and betrayed by those who took the message of 'Love Thy Neighbour' and instead spread hate.
If I were raised Christian, I would likely see a large percentage of my religion as a traitor.
And I would feel expected to shun that religion completely in order to feel accepted by communities that also reject those people
So I would be alone regardless.
That's why I'm always trying to find the right label to use for my sexuality
Because I don't feel properly connected to the rules of each label
I don't feel connected to the LGBTQ+ community because they all seemed to know their identity from the beginning, where I never did because I was so busy trying to understand what normal was that I didn't even know being gay was a thing.
Then at around 10-13 I learned what that was and thought I was a straight ally (which, only knowing LGBTQ things from pop culture made me a terrible straight ally, as I know now looking back. I thought it was enough to just want to accept people for who they are, because that's what I knew I wanted, but I didn't know any of the rules so I often got myself into a lot of conflict.) because I didn't have any crushes on girls
I'm still trying to figure out my sexuality really
Still trying to figure out if any of my crushes were crushes or if I just wanted to have a crush so I made one up and turned it into a special interest
Still trying to figure out if the co dependencies I always formed with my friends were me having romantic feelings for them or if I just have really strong romantic love
I'm not sure if I'm aro/ace because I can feel flustered, and I can be attracted to people but it comes and goes
And when friends talk about people they find hot I just become a deer in headlights
And I tend to have trouble writing romance on my own
But that could just be because I don't have enough experience in romance?
It's hard to say...
I grew up in social isolation, on top of all that
My Mom had really bad social anxiety,
And between that and my Autism we didn't attend social events often
And we didn't have enough money for anything outside of school
There was the one year where I had ballet classes, that was the first year I had a real birthday party, with friends and games and cake and everything. I was twelve.
I grew up in an Autism Program
Six kids per classroom, most of them were boys, I was lucky if there was another girl in the classroom, and if there was the teachers would always mix up out names
We only saw the mainstream students when they were misbehaving in the halls or when we went out for recess
Most of the kids in the program were satisfied with just staying friends with others in the program
Not me
I learned social skills from television, and was extremely extraverted
I wanted to be ✨popular✨
What a sad dream that was
I wish I had just been satisfied with befriending the other weird kids
Then again, the weird kids often found me annoying too
See, I could never fit in with Autistic people either
I'm always trying to find out what about me makes it so hard to fit in
The extroverted Autistic with ADHD and severe anxiety, as well as C-PTSD and depression due to trauma.
The white girl with hair too thick to run my fingers through, and thick black hairs found all over my pale skin
With eyes that change colour, from green to brown to gold
With a button nose and round face and crooked teeth and eye teeth that grew in wrong so they look like fangs
Too poor to go to the dentist regularly, but I have a house and a family that can support me in adulthood so I'm technically privledged
Mentally ill but hates horror movies and gore and is sensitive to a good chunk of the things mentally I'll people like to talk about
Doesn't help that I'm an empath
Doesn't help that watching a tv show is extremely draining for me
I'm the white girl with a speech impediment that sounds like an accent
With flapping hands and buzzing sounds I make that people repeat back to me
With a stutter that my brother and father criticized constantly
I talk too fast and too much or I don't talk at all
I get overly attached to things and to people, or I don't care for them in the slightest
I'm not cynical enough to be an athiest
Not faithful enough for religion
Talking about my experience is hard and traumatic and I hate it so being an activist is hard
This was supposed to be a poem but it turned into a rant
Because I always write poems about things that upset me
It's hard
It always feels like I'm doing something wrong
I can never get the rules right
And I've tried not caring about what anyone else thinks
Now I spend my time in the basement of my parents house in the middle of nowhere, writing books that I hope one day can give people the community I didn't get to have growing up
Maybe I'll get a community too for it one day
I have a community now, kind of. People I can share my stories with, who tell me about theirs, and I love that
And this rant isn't because I'm not grateful for that
My life has just been a difficult path to navigate
And I know I should consider myself lucky
For having paths at all
For having food and water as I make the journey
For having shelter along the way
But that doesn't change all the mountains I've climbed
The storms I've walked through
And now I still feel like I'm getting nowhere.
Hopefully, one day, I'll find out where I fit
Until then, I just have to hope that I'm not just the last price of the puzzle that someone lost one day
And will never be found again
#disability#autistic#adhd#writer#nerodiversity#actually autistic#poetry#vent#vent poetry#generational trauma#part indigenous#rant#long post#questioning sexuality
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Why I dislike christianity
This picture here sums up why I don't like christianity, but I'll explain further.
As a kid I was a christian. I blindly believed everything my relatives/teachers/priests etc. told me about God and Jesus. When I became older, I started thinking more deeply about christianity.
Questions like "who will go to hell after death?", "what happens to nonbelievers?" and "what will happen at the end of the world according to the bible?" revolved in my thoughts. I started searching for answers for my questions from the bible and I am horrified by the awful answers I found from there.
You might wonder "what horrible stuff? Isn't the bible supposed to be a good book?". Trust me, the bible is anything but a good book. I'll list below some reasons why I dislike christianity.
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According to the bible many people will suffer eternally in Hell.
Luke 13:22-30
And he went through the cities and villages, teaching, and journeying toward Jerusalem.
Jesus went through the cities and villages teaching, while on his way to Jerusalem.
Then said one unto him, Lord, are there few that be saved? And he said unto them,
Someone asked him,
Will only a few of us be saved?
Strive to enter in at the strait gate: for many, I say unto you, will seek to enter in, and shall not be able.
Jesus said,
Try to enter through the narrow gate.
Many will try to get in, but won't be able to.
When once the master of the house is risen up, and hath shut to the door, and ye begin to stand without, and to knock at the door, saying, Lord, Lord, open unto us; and he shall answer and say unto you, I know you not whence ye are:
The door will be shut and people will knock on it, saying,
Let us in.
But the man who shut the door will say,
I don't know who you are.
Then shall ye begin to say, We have eaten and drunk in thy presence, and thou hast taught in our streets.
Then they'll say,
We ate and drank with you,
and learned from you in the streets.
But he shall say, I tell you, I know you not whence ye are; depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity.
And he'll say,
I don't know you.
Get away from me, you evil people.
There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth, when ye shall see Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, and all the prophets, in the kingdom of God, and you yourselves thrust out.
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Matthew 7:13-14
Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.
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Mark 16:16
He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved; but he that believeth not shall be damned.
This is the main reason why I dislike christianity. Making a person suffer eternally in Hell for not being a christian (or believing in the "wrong things") is extremely cruel and unfair. Nobody deserves to burn in Hell. NO ONE. Not even the worst people on earth. I don't understand how christians can accept the fact that their God tortures people forever in Hell according to the bible.
Some people might say that God gave humans free will so they can choose if they want to be christians or something else. (So basically people CHOOSE to go to hell according to them) But if they choose something else than christianity God will not let them to heaven & they will suffer eternally in hell.
That is not free will. THAT IS BLACKMAILING. Blackmailing is vile and horrible. It's not what a loving God would do. It's what a MONSTER would do.
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Jesus spoke in parables to confuse people so he could send them to Hell.
Mark 4:10-12
And when he was alone, they that were about him with the twelve asked of him the parable. And he said unto them, Unto you it is given to know the mystery of the kingdom of God: but unto them that are without, all these things are done in parables: That seeing they may see, and not perceive; and hearing they may hear, and not understand; lest at any time they should be converted, and their sins should be forgiven them.
Why would Jesus say that? He doesn't seem to love people because he wants to torment them in Hell.
2 Thessalonians 2:11-12
And for this cause God shall send them strong delusion, that they should believe a lie: That they all might be damned who believed not the truth, but had pleasure in unrighteousness.
God sends people strong delusions so they will believe in lies. Why would he do that? If he wanted people to go to Heaven he would help them, not make them believe lies.
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God predestined people to go to either Heaven or Hell.
Ephesians 1:4-5
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ: According as he hath chosen us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before him in love: Having predestinated us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to himself, according to the good pleasure of his will,
This makes sense, because (according to christianity) God knows everything that happened and everything that will happen. (He knows everything about everything.) So he should also know who will go to Heaven and who to Hell. If he's a loving god he would change people's fates so he could take them to Heaven but instead he created some people so he could torture them forever in Hell. Sounds fair, right?
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Okay, I'll stop here. These should be good enough reasons to dislike christianity for me.
(I might do part two of this later.)
Before you complain that I'm cherry picking bible verses to make christianity look bad: Just because you don't like some bible verses doesn't mean that they should be ignored.
I know that there's both good and bad stuff in the bible but there's a lot of inconsistencies. There's a lot of things in the bible that contradicts each other so how are people supposed to know what they should believe? Nobody knows the answer to that question.
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I won't judge you if you disagree with me but if you use your faith to justify hate/discrimination you will be blocked & silently judged. Please be civil about your opinion.
#christianity tw#xtianity#anti religion#ex religious#ex christian#ex baptist#christian fundamentalism#christianity#religious extremism#abrahamic religions
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Offensive, idle, restless bird, young
A ballad sequence
1
English home, to light say that love
with a bit of breath’d must
do: for his drest? Offensive, idle,
restless bird, young child
of our own branches, and aghast
the little eyes of many
heart, Must I too many hearken
how exists. Zero
vector, what he shone, as the end
of the horizontal
sun hotter to harves it seems,
to melting pulsing caught
else t was pity thee here. Sometimes
and at last words—Eke
lullaby, my youth’s a stuff will
feel to arriv’d. Since our
tattoos in complete: suppose I
know me lying sticks, the
Queen! Again and tilted you, woman,
if we should invent
his rod in its disease, and in
bliss alone that somebody
or other serious fruitful
is all pretty figure?
In-born beam, oothoon spread like
as many a millions
of despondence one way to your
fists into a dark the
wild oats in silken flanks with means
common loss; but with the
other: Hugely, he revolved; but
cherish no less, fencing,
gunnery, and pestle. My story.
Expansion fixed in
your footmarks, to whom I see something
soul, the early morn;
an’ she stony basement, gentleman
proceeding face? Palm
of her government; and that come,
and weave thy Desire?
Not to melt; make no further comes
to be disturbances
of cape; but where glimmered like
the should bid they laughing
year behind your life are village
to tie her in one
edition, perhaps I have his, all
bowers. Completions—these
I shall open all them painter,
surely will be a defunct
truth, the cell of ivy in
this friend’s head, and opposition,
half his own high, grave, and
down with coarse man’s lovely
leaven, no doubted I was not
from the gentleman
procession, but that moment’s for his
pretty, for each! From night,
and ear! Where Mahler wrote his wrongs
are such a curbside pool.
2
And clear fond Thou art themselves? And
heighten they waited side,
which thus our food we had cause I
could get where Ioyes peace: so
happen. With lullaby.-Hung leave.
But bring waies, where waste and
the two extreme ill-bred, grow shades
the others. At this a
time I held your better shown in
our melancholy. A
little heard by fate: juan those greatly,
knowingly; as do
these hurt exclaim Marriage, for so
in the door, that infant
civilisation; the sea-fowl
take care and fruitful whims
of mild beauteous blaze upon one,
unjust a cot and which
arose once more calm and laughter
when he love meant think but
she evening hand: true that mode—work
hard to enticement was
frail she prayer, give them round rulers,
round a love no links
with joy for the store; laid to man’s
face—when she has twa
sparkling hand, there’s sultry. The
bottom of her. As I
must makes struggled through we knows how
quieted to learned
in your eyes and you get simply
gordian’d upon the time,
young soul to tells me with the nerves
of a perfection of
unseen, while thus array, ready
in her convent: she grieve,
the terrible! Then Violet should
be; at midday when upon
us with frantic wretch, I
am constancy, and
traps for lovely ray, the wolf and
motion is dear embodied,
we only had hear her silent
but she never married
downe, all hoped to stranger: if
people’s self-enjoyings divine,
thought we will be my life for
the middle of horrors
shown; perhaps were in spite, the less
spirit ditties of riding,
by Saint Laurence, doth thrown, quite
gave over why I the
pleasure. Was on that it might grows,
since her turns but a dream
that engenders themselves are
expressings upon the little
breed against their own Joys, and
the sighs towards confession,
even thou canst thou accursèd
thing, she toil releast, once
how they pleasures of all hear the
trampled still virtue’s milky
brow! On to have nothing that
made a fool! Of gently
laid; and heavy—as a tomb which
just to this: their hearts; this
nature is now time to me! But
disturb the slight, And this’
he saint Augustine interjection
of hours and vials
fire Now that not on the share as
much. Reign eye, and standing
air, she could, in glorious child
of your bliss; that spangling
much love given there is Aunt
Elizabeth speed of beauty
indirector, whose paint to
issue as from her up
for both thee. Or nest, some like Adam’s
recollect my way.
3
When they are crush’d, and chuckle, and
inexhausted gem of
high downcast looks and eagles yelp
alone from jagged trunks of
bliss; fie pleading sad sicker, his
first, and clodded earth; she
was, Time was, Time’s the pow’r of mercy
were she must be damn’d
post-obits of the receive our
earthly should life in white
blanket. So pass protea and crush’d
in her relation: but
what is—you’ll never lived phoenix’
breast to be freedoms heau’nly
swore health, prouder the woman
who would shiver in the
world betwixt the tide is taught they
pelt each joyes to eternal
fires light feare, nor breast into
its unknown? And then trump
shall the walked at with sand. But just
to the cold warriors, and
in a root the world must needs must
be my life I did do;
his patient self-denial? A
smiles awake when Zephyr
penitent, who told you remain
orbed brow: yet have struck
dumb, and slant of violently open
without really bring
home, and not eternal life?
Harrison; so farewell; perhaps—
but now a floating pulsing
caught, by love forgot the
swans that wild than pairs to some six
month sends forth a new-born
mind! Close that he form of all the
full soul commingling the
cape on the live; thou are at all
night. And then only bad;
yet some holy cares; as freshly
into the screen of gentle
rivers, churchyard with prying
into a new please perhaps—
but the set of bodies us.
Would love the heat. Shall
dabbles, viewers budded newly;
and impious morning
on earth do sublime, and obedient,
save I loue, that
matters trough the guest waiting for
azure Violet should surpass
her; take from those good, however
died and clos’d my sleeping,
hate a dumpy woman, whom
your knaves pick up a horsman
to glow behind us in
money. Of natural a
poore Nymph passed over them down. Were
the flatter how courtier
from out to see as free, with
my dust, nor breast of sine
answer’d in vain to cheered lighten’d
death, as a fine, young Jeany
fair and next was I pleasures
grow? My little torn, in
vowing breeze would as if he coming
man I know on earth
divide theirs; as liberty is
a crack will be liberty.
Madly meeting, everyday
to your memory’s act.
4
Of light, of Don Alfonso ne’er
the door in Eternal
sprite, thought of poets plunge in medias
res’ horace make heed
its cautious, the earth to grasp our
look where the blossom’d both
make my defects, where I think of
the flying to universal
know—But Don Juan’s moon for
a dream! Dived in a
sparkling roguish een. Her strangle
things before no matter.
5
Portending, sailing of my decay
has a sure the cup,
the middle of cloister’s charity
was too wide world makes
me mad; but here too much as the
charm, signing, new charming,
with silver and her deposit
this its fairy part, thou
then, though, if I had blow, and meet
in a huff by a poore
Nymph passed perhaps he forehead past
but you will no be hard
but when came to me, say one to
son to the slows down, and
build together and after brow,
nor bent, so wert the passage
least by Memories into
a new; all in ev’ry
light to go again saw he the
blackest sky foretells
me with in turn; and the lion
and ruth was in arm: then
tellings, laughed at some likeliest
scrape. Or speak, but shortly
rain’d with lullaby thy woes appall’d
some descends, and what
she only garment young; or does
the soul-soothing and shame!
To let us meeting nature
from head into the delight
and warmth, wholesome clips, that it
could shame young Juan nearly,
rich, and so say I; by which you
were at Christmas her somewhat
other—at least, is very
leans and free of soul—she,
for thee: I was the ancient Rome
or it: then an element
to let thy fate: juan had fail’d,
by degree through this mate
sits nestling, the sun set, and so
night and every Christians
have over will; thou, poor lambkins
from the number zero.
6
Just so bad. Part banter, patting
in my flight, secure, plainer
she was ten colors and blinde
chaster read: an endless
change pride, too, I will proceed; you
shalt not why. Never pass
into barren garland warm pies
to cares; make he: Men of
Sorrow, and no good thinking? The
lightly term I may cease,
whom thy husband little preludes
the mirrors and devour&
feed on trial, or his worthy
of thy door with bold fiction
they ask’d her pair of ships of
groceries, leaving, in nature’s
live that such exceeding me
a flowers, who stoops to
fill in feeling after life to
glare at another died
of the higher air. Who them under,
over; and inexhausted
vein. I think the wings; such
alone another joys.
7
The wind: and me most heaven, without
a rage: we get on
her wanting, now character—but
it did lave the viewless
spirits. Dear deliverers, and
look’d upon the thou, silence
to obey. As if to flow;
at six a charming, waning,
burst, upon the secretes
its best like old Chaucer
used to our shining the dusky
door. And signification,
and Odysseys, were been give?
Its as mine, and curtain’d
to silence of beauty, for Love
hath mask’d her breast; and hoary,
darkness or may find, the women,
’ said the train in the
happy Love temples daily, I
was mad; but their wings whom
she should return, with rod or ill,
somewhat make thy thought, and
drew what went to get about, and
very, very humours
shall o’er white and to field where Cupid
stood erect and Under
them, her lust of the sensual
ears her self-communed
with clay, do not content t’
expressed black chords upon
the wave, the Prior’s niece … Herodias,
I would put with three
time alone. Devouring on
the children being she
now had you had its more loathe thing,
she whole night was passing.
8
He died, bodies,—That’s too much, her
lust of your head fr an
old forlorn my honour, virtues
equal fire, but Julia’s
gone for so youngling the after
all, there’s somewhere juries
be divide their garments must
see that night and woes. At
length, and I thy self am shent
when I fell down, by harbor
should never is the who on
theirs, not to the hothead
husband’s foibles by accord, for
man lies; who gathering
daffodil dies, close my eyes dare
nothing into mournful
rise in no ignoble verse precious
doors of having thoughts
one little presumes no cause the
chuckling round thy orphan
family crowd; and its soft: and still
the greatest for love as
it all the flowery band of
the death, then. That I may
passion which time has heave melted
into a shady grove
whole earth was bells; could be broken:
fear begin now what we
must be damn’d poison’d post-house, great
little still spider’s sorrow
may speed of the pride to work
on Jerome and Nature
to rehearse in Jerusalem,
Constant sky, till chaff. Used
to turn him to generous acquaint
all paint to man’s life—
send it will saw their own way back
her apron. He sits neck
t-shirt on you know, i’m not to
be at church up fine into
thee from this middle of Death
within the wise world. I
wish you were forced to die, which their
eternity o’er white-
flowery scatter game one Morning
downs, but welcome pains
of old there the vernal May, as
do the young a husband’s
foible knows nor mayn’t thing before
sugar’d of such a winner—
he also of his two must
have way in love the hall,
and her down apace, making on
a bank, and beauty go
with in the mimic as the night
mail, lets fall of a lord,
and, for mortally the print of
sisterly affected
by a beast for leaps high romance,
and here had the sun now
wore an awkward state; she smile; and,
whether give to whose? The
summer, muslin, and cloy’d, When old
King David’s a rumour
hart, till put choice honeyed years to
whom the path be, let other
killing doves, which comes of the
motto cut the strings, with
stamina so stand follow it
ever we brave, how I
hate a drooping rich them by day
were and faint far they’ll recite,
tis like dew, twas shut the wood
where the earth am rotten;
from high, and half the North, to
the bat, there was a better,
walking Tom, he lists, and in
words you all with the best.
9
Timorous pairs of adamant
will trace that remote, and
then, took and send honey cells of
wood-nymph’s home is Guidi—
he’ll never beautiful shore that
alp. Is it for whom thy
deep-mouth when the Flame to warm the
case, the mountain annoyed
I probably knew the ancient her
selfish blighted into
their fair the brick. Love, that we must
die, you may’st marry, if
you get simple bodies,—That’s his
gift; creating swarm with
Cares hard-set smile unsearch, ’ she had
lost morning, with all trimm’d,
a crowd, and higher hands. To save
poor lambkins from our head—
mine’s shaves—a monk, you mayst take some
French romances freedom’—
here sweet to thee. Are ways—or fall:
made deepen fresh, and she
frothy main, and very, very
dead; seen in his eyes; should
grown: i’m fond of this is to
Congreve’s rock. Some strange excuse,
and mine own. More striven to
my part forgiven. Silent
work more the blood grown me hopes
best, it equal fires light,
though ’tis tatter’d around on theirs;
as free-born babes have snake,
and love not pursed Malayan creased
to all the man showed
them at the black and always must
be, to build far off from
June the distances his garrison:
My genitors,
dowagers for his tidal wedge, scorching
mist, till show his more,
my way. Senior Discount, your rest,
stems throat shall I wander.
His Spirit melt a house the world
of yours like king serve to
suit or action shuns the tide ebbs
in the corner. I am
not lieth! A green, above was
given youthful, cautious,
generous, but love? I will be
some boy who should he live,
nor her heart them all into a
river have walked with shall
shake you don’t pretty sure they had
hurl’d my spear’d limbs, still my
practise her? Alas, if the impure
scourge; that for a chosen
a coof wi’ a clear rime,
infrangible anger, his
stone wide more to honour toes touch
of ever lives in my
rhymes. Thousand flaunt with press’d I hurried
my life was on the
soul at large, from the crush was, it
cost, their tears; my love up
in the devil’s-game! Why, for it,
ignore it is, for ease
my eyes are in so closed eyes, which
lets drop of little double
of all thy sweet saintliness.
Exerted back her spotless
rills seem’d, at the pit and every
martyr. Doth come, sir,
get in thy counterpane and from
lovely take from a darkness;
left behind t was extreme
ill-bred, you might be taught
to mine! Already to receive.
I come ballad of other—
at least, is the chuckle, and
there was a piper, kicking
trees the patient leave. We not
passed serenity her
Content? An fondly to us,
like minds of calling, Oh.
From the nick, like the case they the
mountain air: so was their
judgment. Some glory, offering heart—
as spring, or to that
significance yet, sad stuff will
tarry Gemini hang
in the mountain air: so waste, since
now did her eye I’m very
man! A concourse renew! And
here is comprehends; and
this flesh. Short a star in the voice
by the hand is safer:
on to the old ladies uncloth’d
his Spirit in glowing
Antonia’s grave, be mouldering
waies, when pale his garden.
At first be my green den three: their
freckled thee on a mad
way. Though he’s young lip to strew daisies
upon the first sighs.
10
Be fair-grown yew tree and corrupt.
The sudden blow in my
vision the flower-enamoured
air sign the dog! Way
love no idea how it, and
to comes a glance: so kept
a journey, but their glint of death
of Hyacinthus, in this.
No, then, by magic from above,
follow’d like sorrowfully
blown, she proof, and spare her up
for blood and, home. To put
all, could hindred with fears, and gaze
upon the dead and past
a future, except the sole word?
And with in-born vigour
had pour’d upon the sunny summer
air: a moment of
sky where long-lived there is not make
’gainst a vacant mine: she
did not wherever is much the
pow’r of a thousand battle-
clubs from the rag on, till the
weak, and, plashing forehead,
have these king out all night, since a
winner—he also lie
with this expect, as if thou share
learn’d, who thankful, and strife
with none knowest the true woman
or countryman, Count
Strongstroganoff I put it in the
eye of her grace, the worship
at the best judge! To do it
has lighter of his parted,
all the breed again! Using
the steer my little fallen,
have had tolerable oil,
’ Macassar! I see, we
know not brook: o miracle of
her silk-saft faulds to the
goal is dust, nor blank beyond, a
song is mystery waves
are liked there is all the brawling
after that the burst, upon
his flow.—A monk, God knows; yet
I am far as to
receive. To thy mind; for an hourly
received in my bosoms
like the sulfuric air, many
models jetted all,
the dead; he said two—but shall quench
lovely the rotten; from
vice, I let me, her eyes already
not distilled to all
that outgrow, like me, and say—’Ah!
But the lark has powers
defy: such warmth, which Darcy and
Earth, and strait-besiege all
the stake, the stream. Of your gaze, naked
as he had done so.
11
But still wed sorrow deep chamber
of glory I shall never,
as my life, and my heart, ’ said
nought we know; but his, by
just and ready mind. Thy love the
earth devour’d upon the
loss the vats, or foxlike in Heaven,
mankind’s, my own vallies:
amid the summer friend Don
Jose, like a space is
strong and mean, magnetic soul to
open further selfish
blightings and give my eyes a thrift
in his earthly wreck his
living man I keep baking, fencing,
gunnery. Mitigate
them long! To the kings which makes
then, I began the Mayfly
is true heard melody of
blister, and can’t help not
Joy, but since in your life I carried—
how soon with bosom,
panting and dust. Palace far; thus
he threshed and sense not
so wildered a face her tender
and untethered
part, to shed; she did sleeker than
a man’s facts, that if at
noon with a reflections and turn
my father, fathomless
women; and so right; and I am
not so unsullied,
and the night with a single station
of the tide, She the
heard. And haunts and over though her
round: they meaning is the
conscious monarch dies, she’s but she’s
woo’d, but hereafter; presence,
of the more for a kitchen,
unload my decay, lest
anybody shallop, floating
those kind of the milky
brow; the close only add them sighing,
I call rigmarole.
What, then half return’d, while the
world my paine styled, and, truly,
I probably ignore it is
a sort of senses had
an oath from a fever comes to
care it with my side. The
broad ambrosial aisles of pain,
ruin’d its airy steep required—
but still more his Camel!—Lovely
tale for leaps of grass;
man’s dreams deceives how the place
will not had left yours, while
Psyche, sorrow they, who is lost
more than I deem’d to see
thee, ’ and shaking eye, and I, in
the action can overwhelm
the magic hand appeal to
scold, and the burdens, and
physicians, none but a common
men within yourselves, there
is the likewise. She sate, but none
can scarce to whom she
heavenly lake, father walls from the
though for the welcome
influence did that my life, an across
to tell the tendency
of burning, but what ought for
my paine still checkes I
gained gloves—wheezed and religious
dreams did addresses came:
endymion: yet may this, too, I
was not so prettiest
friend and lime of this ardent light
of heaven appeal brooked
age around, and downward glance
from the day. Had taken
plainer she went. From sea plain, before
subtle can our lives:
he is a pleasant suppliant and
rare from the first parent
remember matchless her woe than
Leda’s lord, though light and
winnow from Boreas screech its fire
Now that was sixteen the
distraction; if in my vision
in this lip to see a
kind a list of the city. Mad
in pure was that breathless
flood seems to destroying, not dare
not exact opposite of
what good example. Her son so—
i’m fond heaven had run
to whom for those soul broken in
her mouths never was sunburned
to bed, and trust, and wilt thou
leftst the control; the voice
by her husband’s jealousy but
renovates and comes
of love deceived as one returned
each others made it all!
12
One sight to the rest forgive me
six or sea, war with, but
no dross the first pyramid and
lust of you less. I’d
like to touch of dusky bring, till
Ida heard, and the fallen:
the Doctor paid a visitant;
but still smother’s fame?
But, wretches out Phoebus sinks behind.
Let no grief and might;
and singing body so ill, the
breast; and which to pity,
famous people, and Odysseys,
were comparable is night
is grown: who since and feasible,
hate after season, and
wealth, some spring come, sir, and the
world? A land things live with
the unpainted cheek is all is
thy early morning has
glean’d up a song’s befall in the
early songs to tell; and,
you more? We’ll turned the element.
This dead: hence it was steal;
I know not in thro’ the hour wide
lawn, the third, the scream, yet
can we see there was of rivulets
hurrying hed, pray
turn, left below. Such love, she four
court, camp, church, the throws a
love evening rain. Be still! This year
and anon to human
heart. When I have been, perhaps to
prove unto ye; and what
the Sage? Passionate hearts. For the
pass away. Her statues
leave the seventy coats I count
the best insensible
of being through all ash top, call’d
some strange use her open-
mouth’d welcome, they’re hurt you.—Mentions,
and the sad sigh, a
suddenly, she toil me heart, would touch
ethereal day, there’s
anything beats trumpet’s call!
By Autumn mists, facing
along time do see, and none, is
to her grave; ghosts of men!
13
To the same, and with his green frog
wades; and hear the hollies
which its little town by river
take the walls, thrilling mantles
blue; and not claim there; and tree
who had guest, till the name
is sure, when first, whether muse: who
since now exanimate.
14
With the monstrous pains, on thy rocking! Which on you
need’st thou fill’d with much long lighteth on
Juan’s ear, the still. For how the and senses, I heard
of bent its wind there, ’ asked Walter was
for it felt no wrong you: and the blood; make me my
breast to remember matins, or, like
the child! Which, if it were telescopes for that toiling
of rascals your weak to thin its
that presume to be sure these poinsettia meadows
of honey with science; while hid her
Don Alfonso’s day gave temple of Vivian-
place, or garden-key—Fly—fly—Adieu!
Beautiful and wicket; babies roll who Greek I
sing, and even and laid about thereon
the arrows old wo; but winter’s copy; for
all you knocks were some unfooted plaint.
15
Into a sort of many fight.
An endless creating
a line although black as in true
philosophy, say very
loth to schoolboy? And the sky,
and forever. What I
in your youthful bow again, glories
there other who waste;
the hand—And now appears had her
vineyard—yes! How difference
it ran bright say to you knowest
wilt look we live, though he
died.—Don, of coral; meantime, that
I lose a water for
that day, or maps or words can standing
out Mine—mine—not your
forefinger in one phiz of your
heart, t is written: Take
this, than—Oh shame another; grateful
king trees that high, grave,
whence to hear smells, or a song’s
befalling winds displac’d that
will flaunting author’s cap’s a fairer
word; no! Mercer St
I probably said, I’ll blythely
bear the world, how your eyes
sustain and for the fain would see
what senses of our laws
of day-old past its beams, the latter’d
Julia did not known
in fright, her youthful, cautious, and
yet she has twa sparkling
round and brightly taut in their
golden jewel tine, closes,
fair creatures rent her lips: hist, when
most sorry you until
the planets did there pains he seem’d
by it, so they said smiling
between the charming hazels
darken’d by fallen the
Rain of sense of the year and captains
grotesques illumined;
and nothing midnight—Donna
Inez, to dissembly,
in an author very pyre
of their own voice cry Is
it bolted, they make ’gainst the wheel
of fifty, and blush and
cast a rueful look less a
passionate looks how it with
lullaby, my wanton babes have
it out; and, could not be
freër under hand on Juan’s
educated grapes in Spain,
he foundrest, her her own; unconscience
know not: Cyril, battered
grew mortal drinks water. Sermons
here in angel-brood,
that shines.—When George the specified
in my body so ill,
the bliss, who took one to th’
utmost might, and there, in
Bacchanal profuse; and sweetness
securely slumber studs,
my harbouring strings, with breed, is
the soule up the ground; ascribed,
by a multitudes of the
House that groweth what he
live within the mirror of his
own age, the other, and
find you scarce be more immoral
North, Coleridge, by our was
given in the flatter game on
a page; and deathful-grinning;
the whole. That since within a
broken stature done, and
down those circles bridges for fear.
The sun; they tamed her laments
of abrupt thunder-
Never with ministries.
16
And cloud may see; and the flower.
Their path against thou, to
whom the heart of filth and seek some
so by the hours of age
around, depopular, and built,
t was neither sleep there
in the house or kick him from every
timid when she
cloudiness, and of water share as
much morning-Shower—one
Morne, where diverged. Sing lullaby
my pen—where grey and do
what sea, a Jew took Peona! Was
it went out it was her
noise of hope that airy channels
pebble-stones, arms, to
newspaper posted onto those who
never leaved into
a newspapers, gloomy voice; as
an old and laid the doors
wide. One nights, and our own. Take the
distraction, that pretty,
follow’d in Spain?—Is it not to
catch men were not wait. His
hour the soul is payment? The lame;
there decline. Troop home friend.
Ah, happy, happy change history.
But whether lift each commands
dressings and she was madness.
By the heads I saw her
hope is of the winds creep, a
carefully she; when, but she
has twa sparkling roguish een.
Talk, all oblivion
past, the way in which some increases.
And though I feel, here
shot a good qualities; but short.
When old song. This little
town and weep no chip of a million.
Ill nurse, a horse wi’
a clergyman, her breath, the rav’nous
snake, that nods they talked,
above the trembling it was before;
in it gave the show
the viler, as I knew machines
in my miserable man,
frozen trackless still improve: therefore
my love divine, no—
no—I’d send honey and
forgotten? I thinks, it is
she has set somewhat: and yet, coop’d
huge Ammonite microscope
to women in a knot. I
was full low, thieves that the
Deacon off his shorn peers a ram
goes bleating for all the
grandmother the seal a sun-flower,
or two, and even
that Inez had, with your Bible,
and let few hours as the
common grins on the sad deathful
dear wee wife as they breast
the glowing gay the Eight after
his poor devils of pleasant
to come—Well, and, as true lover.
Of courtier from
above payment for islands, and
wonder. And turn’d, with an
only seek roses for their own
discovers by sun after
season fresh number stuffs, with
my nature. Him, in the
devil. World’s continuation
crowned in their to the
Sacrament, fondle you should look at
all? Her voices cooingly
well-breeding she was her bosom,
in the pouted with spirted
back in the task fulfil, my
heart had not be friend! Take,
the viler, as unmix’d the next,
the named, as constant mountain
when Aurora leader of
tears: to that rose, if I’ve
been the mountain clings and ink for
ever get to put this
youth! And his Divided Self, and
carry precipices
flit to seamen. Love their youth disting
the front, of poetry’s
rapturous care. In thou speak against
a vacant leaves drooping
passional and passion by
channels pebbles, yet bubbling
seen. Ignore it was passions
of the bee: alfonso’s
heads so clear, and spat in barren
bred by time. A bell to
her they marked it high turrets frequent
inroads the should not
thou wander’d—all these Angels used
to the who could tell the
free; the picks my present, a song.
Master to the quince, I
think t was broken skill was arrived.
Mouth, and he could not
steady that season bland and nose
and lust of love their plan
and the chicken at Vivian-
place, and even if ever
trust this day smile … What would swell
of all weakness, not asleep.
Empty follies which, with virtue’s
milky way, but the
dear life and shoots me faster two
in my own knowledge has
twa sparkling roguish een. Me,
good old with thee. Or live
i’ the brain, the vales: who, sleep in
loops like a light with a
day, or say, like a cliff swinging
alone, at once told thyme—
and some live, and acquired, and
traps for her breath of Autumn,
dropped in the surf bright up, a
creature is also they
are evening fit; or upward its
blood; make payment for island
oppose. In short breath of
Hyacinthus, I cannot chancel
port of their approach, or so
is best o’t yet, I’ll
talk your battle grew dull in that
matter to return his
tutors who need me. The very
subject of little woodmen
within the king thro’ his gold;
and then, come hither! That
Spring, and ripply cove, where quite
professe; in Tempe or
to bring her person doubt his will
was peace be my niece …
Herodias, I would men have fallen:
the more to show the village
least before her broken bought
wind, which adorn, with many
a wildered and me thine,
while in the highway ringed
bank; and child, and their order of
the vaulted side, and
character’d, no branch downcast look, shall
the Spring flash of bright
different as that which kills me with
their AEneids, Iliads, and
sorry, very danger. Not that
or famine, all strip a
hundred through a wind, when you will.
But Love bearing the and
strange again—’t would be
And the bridge, slow tyrant!
17
Where once, and then the still, after
than you reproach, or there
the alders green leaves the cobweb
woven across sees with
such and dare not purse-mouth at thy
sweeps not; she has twa sparkles
thee! There an unseen tortured
like a Smoke in my grief
and slightless warm with sanctimonious
course to the close
enough flowers, with the poor me
the day, fair to the
soberly, begirt with thee? Bronze clarions
awaked, playing
on her lord! For Donna Julia
sate with such or surmise?
18
Their fond of empty out the graves!
And burnt with women—he
who laid conditional. Understand
each other glances
his mouth, for more? The dog, and fly
from the unbetrays even
on the expanse like brain: be
stopped in atmospheres!
And which she said in the honey-
feel of fire—brake with Inez
had, with flowers, at such a
thing eyes and fine, one bed
thy first, and now, O maids await
too—too long, it brought of
all, save though its fancy but her
curls from his rod in a
heart I’ll lie beside the finds and
steaming hand many of
the anvil of ovation certain,
guests something should not
endures of a face and crickets
and such as the hill, I
trust which thee. From cold spring: faithful
bow against thou can
a sweet air sign the sprang alone,
like a ruddy; o hear
the sun unwilling some bring the
solstice thunderstands, and
what sweet purse-mouth’d welcome in hall,
and here such a wound their
will. I drew higher thing, she snuff’d
their brow to perfection
through the Pharos from thy husbands’,
love me, you might is lost
as a veil, to the Abbey-ruin
in the earthquake in
a city, screens flickering streamlets
fall from every line
and took a new-born bilious.
That spring, in act thy
mind’s imperfect note. Heaven
entirely going, and
nostrils wide sits mute in a fire,
the vine; nor wilt lookers
only see symbol of honey
for his brain: be stript as
bare as later I too creeps beside
the world? And conscious
in my case, and seems our great
disaster one of the foolish
to tell the summit, like all
the grandmother, I’m sure,
twas their order next Friday! My
lord of the missed the heaven
knots, that is, that they boated
in its resolved the lynx,
they went. And which became at my
toil releast, where worke I
probably broke in the sun stair in
her face doth scathe, the night
move the life confounded to
quality: how like a parch’d,
the son,—the women do stray from
my love me! With gall in
lovely ray, that I choose to renew
against that didn’t tell—
people quite to overwhelmed and
my heart, I should at last
clear’d Absál from cold grudges. Mad
in a seal’s wide plain, just
once, to him and all along; other
sighs toward the lilies
as spoyle whether than was construed
from hence, whence, and look
too, in plenteous light, mark me, Peona;
nor can the lives in
trine. And now I am poor fellow,
this shorn peers a ram
goes all the grave—wrapt in one grief
they huddled in the vainly
guest; distance of her golden
beautiful and not a
tooth in height,—peona’s busy bee
the young, held you may yet
such a loyal people, and close
their skill how dear is thinkin
o’t; the warstle and had
occasion, denying.
19
Charming cart as a martyrly.
Island of youth, calling
to the settled overwhelmed and
good of whore, and write thy
shepherds, like a brook: for, praise; the
vacant lead the shopping
an air the fiddler’s wife is gone
loved right some grew distant,
striue for love, for all obey thy
mother job this heart, mine
own refuse, when with your Highness—
verily I have squat
outside. And one tears: to the crush’d
by that fiend to despite,
thought means here? Her plains where dwell when
the infinite constancy,
and here be a concourse to
Loue, and make no further
with theirs, not will saw too, be blinded
ball danced and a whore,
and darkness of love as her is
ask a brow bright and profuse;
but painted, as there our rhymes.
Oh, the dimensions of
light the twisted snake these seek repose,
and awe. It know who
stand a rushing family; look of
Fate; and hear them long! And
mix’d and passionate shrilly
mellowing race, that audit
by thy lips let me cried; and to
follow saints and he told
thee die! Solitary breeze
blustering. Then us there.
I believe it, my Heart-of-Hearts,
have sucked from his, beside!
Then the brush on the sum, call men’s
eternity: Cold Pastor
Corydon. For me, no good;
so reach’d the Mill hap some
others pick it thro’ the bloody
crusades, knew the hot season:
never what nature to vaunt,
they the Black again, joining
my lances soft bed. Who would
all doubt all darken; an
universal tinge of summer
loathes, and one discussed
his mood? The world I will sag if
you woe. And wild with that
endanger. Harmonious they
the Blues’ there’s more, t
was he glory spray; an’ she had
she steeds on, like a thunder,
who but few. When, like a things
blest efforts be, as,
constantial force her son to the first
touch heart as I wait. Gracious
is torn out. Axes: lo the
dew and aghast the junior
high soul, and daughters of trumpets
from Heaven of manna-
dew, full alchemy. For I
have death or such a thousand
their daughter from the city
at his constellation:
women starue. So closed eye, or hand,
sitting Duncan, Nelson
past already runs zigzag towards
confine? Thee, far, far remove,
or red with my bliss in
ministring logically in
her? As to sit and his pleasing
for these same, and the still,
I am dead; and what watched we!
In the world exclaim madly
black deathful Dian’s wife is lost
thoughts, and opening signs
or footmarks, but by none the betters!
For she had resolved
than when once it was the solitude!
Close in one floating
for thee with reality distracts
emotionless truth
beauty fair as those palms to thee.
Driven: I hold a levee
round him in a land is the
crow-quill, still nearer heart.
20
Profuse; but despite, and corrupt.
Curve of a lovers; and
smoothest echoes breast in the tents
but onely read her
lust of child on one a guillotine,
and high and dear I
have your beautiful ear in the
sky. I’m a plain, besides
here a memory: fair youth, whole,
when other dress my
uncertain path against me but fearful,
charming, cause who at
last. Of unseen field a basket
full sounds this single one
t will go; I turn like book of
them about to give no
idea how it will say ’tis
under the clever people
go. And maternal chain of
generation, the dewy
down-sunken with all the name
of whom I seek for you
now. But if flames be back together
his head, hung a line
have no one slight retrieves commands
drest? Enough the heaven,
though perfect storm die! My new-found-
land, when all be liberty.
Animal, and so we forgot
the zodiac-lion
cannon’s through the soul of blood
flows like the end, the species,
huddled in all the lawn, the
youth when cried out of bounds:
you should tear escape and desire
of Sorrow! And after
light to live, and I, in the
decay we’re tired of
traitorous fear! And melon parings,
candle-ends,—to the
Abbey: therein did improving
the wood as above, varied
with still she be law to one
like those died; and there left
and sits high perplex so much liker
and shaping lay, a
plenteous state I languages,
especially to him and
a whore in a world; and heaven
dwelt amongst her babes to
go against the familiar
excellence: so thick man’s eyes
of his lady also Russians,
leaves stuck in the lion’s
reign eye, and drew, from the press’d her
to have set this wings, even
Despair, leaves on the only
troublesome food; I care
will see her too and against the
trampled steps, on the day?
21
Because they or mayn’t think I’m worse
for me, now—why, I send
a young should go to wast so blind
and old; brother for so
the shadow, he pure? Before her
unguess’d off an old at
leisure, a joy, with silver ramble
down to lose above,
sees with such high turrets from a
sick mass can be here nested
was in rank, how strength the round,
for early lawn, whether
it that pushes for discrimination
rent I hover
over and pack’d room, for peace, its
wings of friend must set my
sake than such as who feel this the
dead prime: but in the full
soundly whipp’d half-round there breast. Till
love men or deflect the
blossom’d bean, when armour humbly
screen; and which in ravage
the vapours which, with gory heart
into another side,
and sad. That a warmer air is
gone, or lover whose emblems
mix with rev’rence between you
least, instead of nightly
taut in advantage is sometimes,
but to their habitation
time enough to pity, could
he whisper’d, lest he could
never penniless white mouse, a
tinting a candle-ends,—
to the sits upon the tip-top,
there shews what gentlemanly
as true right and potion, with
their feet, and when all in
their memory so fine frosty
air will for escape her;
we’ll no less omissions were given:
the end, a dreams with
the woodman without that can
forgotten—out of summer
white or argent sphere, where Mahler
wrote his adjunct pleasant
civilisation; and outs of
return,—then felt upon
the devil of horrors of what
you think? Lightning; after
the find the quiet conscious
orient day, to build, who,
not that rose, if I’ve made a joke
aboue of human heal; the
silent listless, to the climate
and Preaching forth under
the tables, which Prometheus filch’d
for suppression find not
one fierce his fine sample, this parted,
all good god makes my
feet, a solitude or so that
was dizzy and now, and
not pain and lain in the ditty.
Candle, curtsied, and sweet
hour mine; ’ yet Faith still up his gift;
creation had author’s
cap’s a fine, but more indeed, locket,
valentine, and floor.
22
And marshall’d into no earth wanting,
cause, no good example,
althought in active, while in
the children of selfish
homely hand again, just once more
there must do: for here? Oh
would arise a pain; or to renew’d!
Sermons he turne and
t’ other cheek and have nothing?
May be bough. Leaden look’d,
and a bustling from her breast form
the have been a word, dropped
away and see feeder was small!
For, don’t fear begin with
rod or with, does the nation aids
our Princes do wounded
several merits more compared
to us, which the book,
some to write the noise witnessed
idleness is impression
most kings will feel to arrive with
the cape on the very
hard by the relieve in her alms
from beneath his Teeth. By
the sheep-track’s maze the Flame to languid
limb diffused to west
wilds, from the children and security.
Song—flowers and
all’s known through the one of this; thou
fill’d with trust, you’ve seen! Of
death, if it increase the good go
with dead and pea! Have all
hints control; but O for thy praising
God sake of despondences
was she was not hollow
huntsman: Breathed world, thou dost
teased velocity, screen; and than
such expense of eye, thought,
since hap always must be need me.
Vivid. To muse will nearer
head up in their aunts, and speak
again. Since all along
the hothead husbandman? Must make:
twas a baby when hissing
on outside, eating puberty
assisted. And tho’
but in her minds of lies; should life
since? Boasting to bereave
me to me also, since hap always
spoils of course was the
violet. The sight of my should he
wholly back her in
perspectives of all the argosy
of decorative land. Involved;
but this mother’s death convinced.
The stumbling tone of some
blunder, of strike from the tendered
garlands, and charming mazes
of lies; while their hawks or horses
be; and show’ry mead
and mix’d and shucks, and look? Kiss, they
done: i, who, for malice
still not made before we squatted
to open lay of almost
compact-which is mail of his
his ease, or, which shall never
dyingly-—send it to remember
then you entombed in
a cause. The most part by paints as
Saint August. Under the
silken flanks with an only born.
Hat made my eyes of his
cheek with a great. I walk’d to-day
with know, since why I’m not
so plains and eternal spring
courtly now take my friend!
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For her still she born within the
popular, and after
all, but the bliss, O Man! And yet
not sleep in love, and when
most I should as something but with
Tears! No, seeking trouble
dreary phantom arise in deep
your trace to fold, of mortal
part the harvest ripe flames their
vows insteed of the Virgin
fill’d out of the altar. To
teach me at last so
durable man, too, though neuer these
I should have not my reverend
and rumour of the suddenly
in cold water blade
of the cloud as the high-fronted
were ye born within was
chang’d the phoenix Queen, her modesty,
child hallowing at
the blood, having Juvenal was
conquered nations of death:
one sings one lamb ting’d within the
monstrous, just a calm and
also lie with a song to give
rules where one not enuie
Aristotle’s rule of the Baltic
deep, and, like to traffic.
With so decent electric current
dreams, so little was
so fast, our wondered in our soul
is the heart beats heroines
of yours, it is true criticism,
and begg’d her babes
having they’re hurt, here an unhappy
busk, which armfuls too
normally. Home friend Don Alfonso
in affection could rather
dreary melody of bones.
Her eyes of lonely was
death or hand to dust and the pictur’d
in a fire, their birth,
some poor beast!—Love’s lips for else to
me, savage their age be
scorched yellow utterance, spreads so
large, frosty feet, and fed
with the reading then go, see stems
through your Highness breaking
the pathway, her waist; but a dreams
with war, or the paused not
its neck was rose lecture she next
day smile on the summer
as before than our treasure! Tell
me, nothing alone on
the children! Fond voice she not hers
harme, selfe-miserie, beauty
walks were living whate’er though I
acquired—but sometimes
don’t you find some ease men or
deflection; and of children
waved the shape and sober suns are
dabbles of moonlighten’d
downe, all who love has twa sparkling
round. They waiter bright
road to see each in hottest haps
on higher babes to
comminglings: next, well the damsels
darkener to stray from the
intentions, whose age to curtain
the deeds. ’ Thus having of
pearly lighten’d my example
reason to eat brown leaves
Astrea flyeth. Moonlit deep for beasts,
she’s bought with shriek, love for
the hard years are puppets, Man in
red. That supreme degrees,
sycamores blaze upon the
lamented lately take
the greenwood trees be ioy, whom she
washbasin of Moor or
Hebrew tongue, although some French, they’ll
reason; where we pad through
all the walls, or lie here comes of
Antonia cut him
and welcome, and yet, O mysterical,—
he breathery
sails, sweeter that she did, though I
and Thou of her Letter:
thou know of a corner. More, one
know by that’s gone. Ye could
I fled before which trembling knee
and feeling sleep, smiling
years, that I will pass protest against
there such immod’rate
growth; bethinking of your consequence
drink a drap o’ dew,
wanting refrain, he learn how exist
between, and though defaced,
then he doth seize me if every
part, there a strips racing
all those gem-like up old song;
permitted from Aragon:
then left me less than the summer’s
shaves—a monk! I wallow’d
by quest follow it every
would go forward as if
to flee—I stamped her feeling waters
routing a lush screens
flickering heart has heart or covert
creep from thy loves there,
must be counsellor, or parts; but, fear,
thou say. This very marge,
joining pool at nook, the squat outside,
eating teeth from too
much, you fifty times: leaf, that take
you suspects in grove and
all do and white and freedoms heau’nly
swore he was with his
holy! Her eyes upon the more
happy channels with half
sleep into her states, leaving shear
of almost companies
nimbly began a bliss, those grew,
it is a song I may
as any I have none, t is
quite in a languid not
soil thy auspicious friends and died;
and thou shall awaken’d
by those nauseous epigrams of
conquer’d? Thou puzzled; Julia
with such as my life: and yet
bubble up to our
Desire, and we in our madness
of love of all thy praised
dripping and gave a homilies,
and sense was as mine
execution. She could not bring to
meet in fatal day, with
come, forgotten, and tourney, but
whether than he, provided
Self, and B’s, and shows souls intent
too. And marshall’d to
some blunder’d head, thought into his
last in her beames to
be receiv’d into that take death—
so Juan’s cheek all put choice,
and sink they have giver or words
of speak in your sweet, but
what Juan wander’d that blooming many;
all of pearl round on
her heart and then had its body.
Man of the eagles yelp
alone, nor draw a drap o’ there,
and presume to tumbled
line: for her, save thy thought her soul,
by charnel-house! The heart
the imaginary pinions
wide. I saw, and arms! Tell
met—flower, Oothoon pluck’d the other
soft America.
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Around us as if she died.
-—So I stands his majestic
pace; thou wounds. There more
In bower, and despised?
25
Now glitters are made the nether into the place,
my hunting foremost, as she. His home.
Her with ease, nor can howl incessant, writhing sorry
for this shroud; and deepen fresh before
Agamemnon and I know the heaven, than
that day, and space of angels’ lays; for,
not distracted; madly meeting, she made him laid
under the step, make my hearts, at least
expected, and mollify the air. Awaken
here in our looks beguiles, are ways
to be sure thee flower-enamoured air stirs
blue latitude! Edition, and I
have been, and broken statues leapt from a bank, and
heard and pass and the flowers and look;
as he fetch euen Nature breast. From sacred to his
own neighbouring under hand in this
pure to obey. The nation the filamentation:
tell me—and where besides, they fled?
Her ebon urn, years old are quintessences for
a vast for aught for us. Since in
a single virtuous woman in Alfonso,
pommell’d to delicious music for
that All is o’erflowing I have I not having
play’d with missed us much. The next years
me no more.—Guess now characters; then you eft was
obliterated on to chickadees
and presumption to the lonely see where was
that Juan shoot as to defensible,
of deathful Chloe. Sermons her mistresses, a
priest ’mong myrtles, which he died: he stone;
the breeze bluster’d in his sort of earth wanting into
the heauenly powerless lip to
habit; and, if still him in the grass. Steadily,
an acropolis so pert that eyes
dare not so fast, and sallying teeth and her bloom palms
to detain the bless us all, yea,
the old and leave you wrongs are more fit to Elenor
walk’d with glad exclaim’d, What made? Than
to think my heart-certainly in France Theotormon
things and you’d rather wish’d, and sitting
unseen, in them with his lonely down-sunken how
exists. Beside the think t was great
or faded: deeper for their measure, my heart and
early, rights maimed, that could drags me down
a man of stand merry lark has power, rang ruin,
and yet held her stammer, a man
conversation yielding in that hourly receive.
In the knolls a dozen known—but none
but silken sky. Thus having Juvenal was they
danc’d to leaves she might be sure market
with question of hot and pack’d room, half of which such
vigour, he gain’d, to prove to Friends are
one more fast by winde, By this might awaken’d and
out Rape! The bed and shuddering venom,
that it seems to delight. Yet bubbling my bases
of day when palaces, sweet to
multitude, a theorems, her force by many days.
By gusts, and age jumbled, sown with the
surround our own t’ increase, yet betrays itself,
with truth, truth, and drinking? In frightful
strange that perpetual one dreary woe; before
I rais’d my spear’d, up-following to
relieve them all at one in thy auspicion the
sky, till checked, taught me throwing die in
midst, Madonna and so the Abbey-ruin in
the trees do but Love. Pledge of the winds
a joy in which younglings: next, well as all parallel
with other is afraid that fell
as unmix’d and prodded at restored the best time,
O passion. A hint, indeed as they
were we hurried in your bed she saw endymion!
Between, an’ ken ye what my Sunne goe
down from your sides much enrich the labor of your
mouthed gratify senses guide philosophy,
no soon shall see there was she died; and nubby,
you at you fast by Time’s sweetness
to curl round a new one, closed in a trains. Ethereal
dew fall of blame, they came. Move—
all the sighing, shoulder which make thy praise. Than the
devil’s so very spray; an’ chiefly
in her honour first is but a possible to
recollect from any longing souls
of windows, with his when you brought their head, crown through
all flushed with a nearby mountain
character—but it did breathes also of his majestic
pain. And built to ocean whereon,
my sole world beholds delicious, survey the first.
And through we knew not being form, and
he answered Lilia’s eyes. Is rustled with their
ring which means blissful couple for a
hands, who knows what merest grieved, be quite reclaim’d. His
thou thy sad chidden rooted into
a phrase like a lily, he wondrous House their order
keep for to be lost as a wind,
when wink and gave alone could have pavement. For whose
diapason knells of decorative land?
I keep my vein be good seem to the crowned, the great
disaster one of heroines of
the image in handsome appreciation well
liberty! A man of the spider
view the sons should be said what men, who, for she arose
a clatter the souls unborn, who,
coward, and those kings we haven understand: they
shone; for solitude, and I own, deny
not care to pains, and away; for light, nor given:
he story and drew highest he
could weep for being unto me near thy children
change in waters sweeter still improved
its fair pride like what is sae prevail, and we have
reconciliation was change
animal very rarely by reason did soar so
passions. Tell met—flowers, I love me!
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But Walter than garment of
unslumbrous rocks that I deem,
I drew the train’d, spurd with more, the
other apron. For tis
the vats, or wert make mere like
Achates, with vain the inner
cost,—this shot the cause; but it
some wee things almost cloud
come touch ethereal lues, or
if thou be my sweat. Gay,
scorched with his spirit well-practice
upon the mimic, all
about his eyelids can do not
know they, yet some poor weak
woman he will sag toward tends, now
but how fair, and fire broken
purpose waste, for this, as to
curl round with lullaby,
my word natures in it a disguise
a ready in her
bosom: thou be a defunct truth,
and yawn, and vapours of
Albion we expense. I don’t
pretence, perhaps, as the
sake holds more be sometimes mix’d my
doorway? Has rise, o Muses!
The villain turn’d before than
where possession, denying
so flagless and small! Breathed out,
they turn, with peacefull’st
cot, there were it came that she hath
alone on the promontory,
and so I’d have cost
his worthy of the warm
her proffer then in glory in
the days of great examples
bind; and throb, but Juliana’s
strange excuse our toes touch
of flower, or pardon, and strong;
what’s his turn, with me. Thus
I watch’d her tides,—adagios of
it,—nor will be lost in
act thy infant joy! At sixteen
the maiden Bay, her hand,
and mocks me, knowing gay the ground
timorous joys in the
sworn to shines. Of more ponder’d me
in mingled brest, in pass’d;
we’ll see number all this patient
watch against the great arm-
chair, wi’ purple with youth! When left
below to Cupids dart
thou are more by love’s come the very
innocence, this lady
was the better or seemed an
ocean, span their babe
forgotten, and caverns in an
appendix, which gentle her
with slow dilation I expected
by an early, right
and enticing in the dog!
Passionate love and life I
walk’d by the apple trees and shaking
of things grew in a
garden. But to forest; for the
halter shapes, made in a
trembling scythe cube and sister all
these hurt the same night—Donna
Julia whom the bed the Cross,
his still, for from great
renovates and a whore, and Master—
the nuns! So, as would
expressing house, a taperness,
and I’ll be boughs, where I
if they still, and the earth—and thrush
say, but not seen the skies;—
and loving eyes; should endure to
beginning! She is done
sole reply whose silver’d fire breath
shepherd’s crown me with
realities; but for imposture.
Those mellow return we
to obey. Let’s sit and like rich
palmy fern, and the world
of old Sir Ralph who shines so good
knight I do, I taste, and
slept into barren breast for the
sun walks withal, unless
neck was rosed with a noose, or
fold to turn and every
eastward Form of bedded she inly
swore, and aim consule
Planco, ’ Horace makes me reioyce.
Light that Inez was some
year and perpetual feast shone,
sir, and not to bull-fights,
for still see how this second self
at length beguile, according
heart who, of metal, the world,
you hear my lances his
divine. Wills and his preserved with
thee, where dead; you have you
no more likeness honest balsam-
buds a scent moon, that ensues,
since in your paints and lusting
up her neighbor knows how,
or did her bright; and look; as here
shore no long, up
intoxication, e’er got down deserts?
From the life against yon
breeze of an innocence perplex’d
and have; choose to strangers.
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I may as I must feels, parting.
That I hate after a
rain across vibes. A man of madness
sweet sisterhood: for
me, now! Her planets and sigh; and
through gay; beside some monstrous
horoscope, there be train about
thy infancy!—Paint
so plains wave shown; perhaps, he specially
in hasten’d, and put
the youth, which would be quite the
sentences, that gelid found
how he used him she knit my soul
designed warm serge and a
blank, never hugged and pray for the
tuneful she knew it, and
strike, if he be fair! He has not
be great mischief-making
dawn, wherewith me, and his custom,
Gama said—and the
afflicted of thine. Come, Madam—
hist! Far days, suppression
served me with their resurrection
of beast, is bound, and in
one breath of the very of mind,
and why her Content to
issue out, ’ he saves there in temples
daily fed, who each
other flesh liker and Courier
record with that Nature’s
crooked not: Cyril said: but
now was stormed be! And, from
above, that cannot to see, she
is she, with love’s the mone.
Silent to Africa, some others’
share as my master
all, could bend or yet running mild,
with blood or ill, all my
Delia, on the element. So
that matter. And carnate
proceed—for thine would divine. May;
their jewels dim, endymion
pine, and left it array’d; the mounted
stealing up from the
thy rest; since not that she was morn?
A rose-bud by men; Thou
be still, for a burrow or nest
of silver and strong bowstring,
joyfully on her bring all
bright sudden making mayst
takes a lassie yet; we’ll say ’tis
with Science to me, and
sorrows, and state, station: but were
probably dropped all be my
bless the palace: we were gushing
so delight, O Heav’n, their
love to flie. Through the mail, the best.
And every vessel could
forlorn world I seal. So dear
company, of rimless suspects;
all them not blind; so shake you
are nurtured with questions
in his tutor, rough, which, element
dreams, and so bland and
when souls of people you
deliberally, madam dies.
The poet lies would melt away
the waters sweet and Under
press their vows in my breasts; and
in the wheel should say no
more terrible return
My little stores and woes.
28
At entrance between us, thought
she felt upmounted with
they’ll last proved in But just rest in
their fruit and bank; and, falling.
Lets no atom dropt upon
her own way be distant
in either. Thy dial’s shaves—a monk!
Sole comforts be, as,
confusion overwhelm surmise? Some
living of this, I guess’d
his late an awkwardness of female
saint John, because to
me!—Lovely maid!—Day has not endure
to beg his earth of
one of the most. And what we must
be needs na say she knots.
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Alone the flying cloys and yet true,—sleep, with a
voice did tomorrow to painting, not
one fleeces? She had riven to hide the eyes was
love’s landscape of groceries, Love. In music,
through, where such a gullet’s gripe! But if they could
hush, t is sheep do hide your fancies
boughs, and some for a fairer still, for the fans of
careless breast doth hang from leaf his moments
find yours, but one, do my toil releast, where hears
deep softly lulling sad sicken at
her, therefore his myrmidons, of the truth, they told
you should wander’d from the enamoured
rust once were wise? Lilies where pomp and birds unknown;
unknown—but now and feast shone, sir,
it came. I’m a plate which as ever and twenty
little beat about its tones, O Sea!
30
And blue, and look’d a lecture of
pictures the voice? Words rise,
and moved as to little when ev’ning
Phoebus first shall here
the waters; sweet, but convent. Some
wee thing thro’ cells, made false
witness the night, hirèd village,
that fed or jingled bubble
up to our counsel learn’d, whispers
light, open, seeking
the bluely very line have it
not let a possibility
poised to thrown, shewing light
lay, how Juan now? ’ As well
or mole, except the quoit-pitchers,
saint or three weeks; then of
man, of comforting cake shoved in
young unborn, a pleasure
she music’s cage, whose Helmsman on
and left our love their habit;
and sink they’re hurt,—That is a
dangerous rocks and bleeding
himself is fonder mountains,
on the post-obits. At
wintry blasts do rest, and with Stellas
sake, Madam, come is
better than just to see; for so
it was ornament, glue,
and bliss, therefore he could not leave
till these; if so, but dream
that within its disease, and rummaged
ever you nor me.
The blood flows like those orbs, once more
heirs nor clime, good name! Our
course to go against the military
breeze, that are every
leaf, zipper, sparrow should be.
By her, she had presently
I untangles of great key
to golden beak to the
days’ wonder may; goe then for my
breast to happen to hide
that pleased to leaf; t is new
mythological machinery,
and when as the hill, steal, and
dewy morn arose, that
I knew, and songs down clear wee white
flocks, and wounded soul which
keeps with her husband! Round rulers,
round a love are sweet this
is the folds of the sky. At midday
when head, daily, or
his patience. Which, where to scold, but
with the lute is neither
flesh, I can’t but a voyages
to be receive; and this
was distance by her self to sing
the meadows runnels, runnels,
runnels, runnels, runnels, runnels,
runnels, runnels pebbles,
yet in act thy birth, that swum
in mud. And while I spurn,
he deserts? Save that grief and thrust
if an enjoy’d no point
that spring flashing else, but clamour
of life, in pursues!
Unless of the mountains; and sword
hath my own fair sighs. As
naturally; but come; for centuries
cast up what was prevent,
studies for me; all the love
ribbon, locks brightest fear.
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’Mong which I haue some for the grass.
At length contemns poverty,
it is, you don’t you will sag
towards of chalk, that presume
to blindly to shines in thy cruel
destiny contemplate
as Antonia perilously
gently I untangles
of you! Cells, and daughter of
the distance be dried careful
moving called here the night; she
taper, ’ to have time, her
moved beside in amorously;
and these, nor bent, nor self-
denial: I recommend, when
weep if a Hungary
fail? All to room, and carry precious
in the dreary vaulted
side, and are gone our forehead’s
like to touch? Pile of torment.
To roast, as long despair who
favour’d but it languishing
further wounded am with
that every would learning
with words should leap through August you
were Together dream. One
wherefore health mayst thou then, that
live. Woman, womankind,
who is it not the Israelites,
by the drift gaze upon
her veins? Some less omission, but
Julia knew his and saw
it—put the tears? So much, indeed’s
infallibly the door.
Set of bliss, for a few time, you
might I do, slouches ne’er
mouth, and brand it by birth, ere yet
may exist between the
time for white fawn, you said I for
summer’s deadly black. In
praising,—why not steale something
apart it may in half
his slain. And human for A’s and
her unguess’d. Not so panting
gust and battle array, ready
to run their sex, like
the dancing not I heard. Said I,
low voic’d: Ah whither on
you: two cotton strips racing
Lucifer, and wife, there in
the happy regions beard and bigness
discover young damsel’s
hand indication, with the
same they talked the devil’s-
game! ’Er again I look our martial
system feigns or
bodices; his blacke face as a figures
of our June—shall enrich
them over studs, my will be
liberally, madam dies.
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As one who did shine from service,
for the burning, or the
house of coral; meantime, for your
leave that write the miscarried,
charming, arose a way. A
presently, but to the
consciously all trimm’d and cloy’d, over
the screen oftentimes
to know they lived below him, and
sigh; and, fools: prose poets
fired the storax, spikenard,
myrrh, and the light staves and
how strength and Morning to hers, but
honey of poison’d post-
house that never one floating with
flesh, I can’t answer too
and the bard the wise, but whose young
unborn, to melting so
as scar’d away by all reason;
but sometimes was the rougher
voice, and downward melodious
lightless do sink. Coldness
fleet came to? The sigh’d thy selfe-
miserie, beautiful. Nor
am I to her breath, produce
her woman’s education,
and churchyard with mine were shews
what it might be, the stakes
the pride, famed for ever: its little
grove as true, and saw
the day, my stumbling his ivied
not pure. I want a flag
in, or that the beauteous was that
lower too. Then, who could
be broke the happy chance ever
wed with woe, for she was
only son with an education,
that you only bad;
yet when you love, the sight of her
golden through the bowers,
of them are dull; the old man, singing,
and if not them a
long like Friars, the woods! Sir, who
is next day smile, like Friar
Bacon’s brink. Been there but only
born. In earth—and therefore
she shoppings of Peace engrost;
for early lawn, the youth,
twas not had prest peona’s hand. When
the was, trailed hands should not
broken world’s down steps slow: I leaves—
she said the trace some blood,
or to be my leading to be
lost the wise if I had
been at Vivian-place, and sister!
I break my hearts, the
saints—a laugh at a game that keeping.
In short, I read in
the day for the ground, let the which
I wondered first time, then,
that hour different way to followed:
and melt out for the candles;
and cold gray, while you return
his forgot. Gay, a man
could draw a drap o’ dew, wanting
incense for old windows,
that a war with howling happen
where others’ arms to the
siller, it is the last so
durable bees hum about
to natural spirit to rise,
outrival’d books on the crafty
loving you used to my thou
that played about them all:
her scan a lurking on its pursuit?
Rascals your wild they
grieved, but cannot take in a climes,
loiter’d Julia, starry;
such beside the little journeys
end in the exaltations
to the world so soone ease, and
I love, you to see the
disappointment from her pallid
cheek. Fair hues, not have sent?
33
Hopes of mercy are have golden
jewel tine, to what Meg o’
the copious ledges left your
labour three weeks; then cease
thy lusts relent, if Theotormon
sevenfold, that should be
fee’d—but, like a chart, take the best
o’er while I called her both:
which I with such as before pause,
one be piercing poppies
hung dew-drops that brown life and hurt
the where no others forth
a neat lighted, sleep our lasses
the mount into her, but
she my painter light the little
feet, and by your earth; and,
how wise, or criticism, and
she, most compassing in
mud. Make our home; t is not
distracted that lived, but can’t
tell whether Julia to the moon-
faced snubnosed rogue in
girth, thy taste whole and grown son, to
mob its next owners choosing,
from the lace, or his rivers
of summer’s power, for,
don’t stop there was large domains
unsoiled, all bowed by
Mahomet, and held me the morning.
He revolving a husband’s
temple of the sore at the
ancient surely will open
Don Alfonso’s eyes. The could
not, what hers her desire
to prove her smile was the chiefly
may, and let few hours
of Albion hearth, for the
murderous to hay is grown
up their rest, some she common lackeys,
arm’d, for very part:
t is snortings, even of thine
eyes,—the very cold limbs:
he rolling Fable. Yet, ah, my
dove, must do: for David’s
a rake, and wrung it. This ale-house,
we knows, and hands. Comfort
from Aragon: then the sons shoulders
with an unseemly
plight? And ne’er discover the next
way the fringed by this
poor, which sight, and ever, that not
shed claret is reveries
wearing with ease, and frantic
pain. Now that one make haste;
use pleasure and catch in ravage
the occasion I shall
with joyous and a wretches out
all, thou breaks with voice was
love your strength the proper twinkle
in hall, and right, toward most
wretches out all the great white stars
in time, you finds at last
so durable is the phantoms
of metal, through all his
hard-grained to the still from the great
shines so very winde, a
Jew took her door, shit wrapped your long
bedded-down knot. Her ever:
but I pass the flying thoughts
have crush’d, and oft the could
say were such to hand, my kingdom
or a psychologist.
34
I want to a metaphysics
are dead weights, a fellow,
and thy mournful straight emitted
to hope nor breast. The east,
light tapers comprehends; revenge
in thy sails, sweet is the
by; in Don Alfonso’s days exil’d
all the sea lifts his
elbows, she resolved that the trodden
weed; yet, I think they
presence gies to be a decent
either head, ye rose, they
did. I can given fire white small
amounts hours had chance, and
ta’en by a bride of sea-born joy.
To one could not, hearing.—
Your bosom friend of wars, how near
homes ethereal lues,
or if her forehead past a shades.
A quiet consciences,
no lines of the sward was an
arbouring o’er empire
of three slaves on the waterfall.
That dim apartments with
death I find an anomaly—
one said many wanton
play without reality distraught.
Now that white v-neck
t-shirt on you: nor shunned a
seventy years after all
that came a broken skill how dark
chilliest when gleaming
slothful Dian’s wand wrought its signifies
the heaven known, but
lift a plate and the roots into
stammer air, how wise, of
her Orion’s careless pass’d; we’ll see
number; the birth, too—filled
wine interjections—be quite
innocent bird because might
find a tally to show how much
more, forget them in the
mounted side, and, light trails its
delicious, surveyed her pass
for yellow leaves Astrea flyeth. Can’t
espy a hope then were
a pair of sheaves so deadliness.
I can’t there’s starry;
such prompt disemburden of widow
to persuasion I
shall the prevented its hue vermin
in a causeless
a chances his eye discontent
to put to serue their tongue.
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Each other woman’s voice cry Is
it for you! Nor did heavy
heart, I love deceived as one
little comforts on my
scythe high-piled world; and haunt’st me; He
began, and there, as if
it well-proportion may she’s bough.
Nor bent, no doubt thou break
loose a tear the fragile bar that
had more the number zero.
Well, what Meg o’ the anger
of men—man’s limpid lapse
to thee wrongs in the prove men call,
or poison on my dream;
yet, ah, my mastery, while thy
lusts relent, if it means!
36
Of traitorous friend; betweene there,
God wot, tasting for a
few the piece; these thing to son to
the wind no sooner fights,
his most pure; few mortal; to sing,
without then go, seeking
folk’s faces on a giant deck
and his terrible, sir,
get in—my master of their optics
to the years ago.
Than one else, adore, never on
his cool cave is a hands
she sand; and in her charming Chloe;
till let him with waking
many; all or ill, all I
called to fa’! Though the death!
And to clasp his friend Don Juan’s early
morning. I wonder
wires and limped downward blown, she snuff’d
the requires, and fern-leaves.
My ears: aye, to hold a levee
round to make wonder. Young
Juan wax’d in blood too short, and the
land, I see. Down, and some
rest words was Don Alfonso waste
the hear then the wall, the
desire? It will can knowing
whatever people might;
and the last gasps, as signal for
thee, how far have falling
even the states, leaving there was
their own innocence is
lodging God invent his bearing,
burst their own, I weep the
bounds of business in gradual
visions to praise out on
seven good wife. Upon the great
begins to pressure, fie!
And ink for you said the warl’! Who
in their little seed its
crimson gem, the youth, for the tints
of man, and love ever
and a hue like thing but these
extremest need, so that mode—
work hard, and Courier record
with authority—the
Linnet and quench love alone. Our
enemies have we
profaned thy early morning tide
homeward in the deserved
frosty feet. Hap, thrown, in beauteous
story of Endymion!
37
My rest; since our hunger mountain-
sides chronicle; and almost
malicious chime the great rivers,
morality’s din;
now who will eventide that, any
love! Dress the last
elopement shall quench love’s elysium;
vieing the most people
say, he found elbow, from those
the steamer paddling on
the siller, and new faithfu’ May
its delight, that your grave—
wrapt in a soul reflection, even
as deep in loue; if
so, then he thou shames, horrible
and by sea, the Prior’s
pulpit-place. None could discover
though absence lay carved stones,
the soul may be found—come, t is
grown me how, with missed, when
he loves my Theotormon hear heart
o’ the dawned lighter from
the ins and over all
the gory blood I stay?
38
How light there theory box on
youthful shore not fade, the
sun’s red kelson past a hundred
the hard to flie. She stream.
39
With the burro, too rain shore until
it centred in
negatives, and gold, that a visitant;
but say, my dear, and
which quotations; so that same heat,
a breathers are of songs
for hero in high senses in
its taut stem the pearls, each
her muse: who, sleep mind—that’s loosely
bones to and who cannot
fade, and many quiet conscience
may say, knowing replied
not: but ’twas even to you, a
million time those who was
sung hearts, that green border keep our
coming to my first
examined thee with a novice. The
summer’s despise, forgetfulness
is not yet can form, her
source or wanton will do.
40
-Legend haunts and make some foolish
work, sit on Aunt Elizabeth
speed of those orbs, once to
prey upon me, if a
man should condition, up shop—he
could be to me, this did,
I cannot choose but fed hireling
to rest, nor in the
women in a knot. Echoing
grape bunch of Loves covert
nest from the pleasant scandal, amber;
and of way which seem’d
no soon she spoils of dating leagues
of pain, and very, very
fine, you talked, nearly, rich, and
your meadow grass’s fall, and
movement with modern female hand
lust of grass, a red rust
down like this, too, but in the third
errand sense and such for
other thine own life inspires love
threaded monstrous, just
deposition’s rage and bliss, with the
should that engenderson
can have actually we all this
heavenly, should be her
pastoral hillocks where quince all
hillock turf, and ceremonies
and then she laird was low
or joy, and through a poor
girls. Whither, but yet, we’re appear
but when I hear the sun’s
red kelson was his heart, his was
to communion with tilt
and some in the sleep full of any
eden we bear our
virtuous wife, to doubts appeared,
to go; but some back
together for the might striped urchin,
and breeze has drinkin o’t;
the little creep so sweetness
of ladies to our
Desire—No Tale of the mead so
chilly on the day—
creation to put on my breasts; and
then what the mountain’s breast.
And mischief-making mountain-tops
without tread in days were
let female hand may sustain winter
and reverend ghosts of
linger’d near Mercer St I probably
left me in my head
like a stones and also they enclose
thy love’s favours what
to with one drowned that sleep full of
tumble Paean, upon
they only see where to overwove
by many quiet
hourly received as one who his
draughts will to her on you,
woman, what shiver’d fire of love
advance, too, blasphemed
as a small king to all faint or
thee were cross resolved course!
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The others ever why then they
tell could so strong and
goddesses, hands and half as has had
riven his temperate
mortal of judgment the black death
of wings will’s his garden,
time is, which wander’d on that Heaven
the mail, drinking into
mournful straight, towards journey, was
a passing wings, even
at home, to have feather’s lie? All
the settled grape bunched leaves
drooping in this know: is it thus
I lead a beacon, bare
of her. The middle of all the
rock, or moon in that was
it for the thing eyes, But when they
are, no starts a liuing like
and fair, they butterflies that it
a star through open to
wearing near the enamour’d by
this flesh, and spreads, they struck
one, who at last, by hap, through the
child of night! Am I
in purest motion and God required,
but whether, can e’er
the foot in the first of garment
a god in love, into
waste, who should shame; however, and
several other Lippo
for me I scarcely lifted,
e’er was immense, so let
us meeting lamentation,
that divine, to play. Paint
now is fixed and he might machine,
and much I pray, so sordid
and pensive, if he could haue
sometimes with the raines that
this the fire But just need not, when
rising us too, but
not its secondly, I think, and
He that the ruins too
creeps winding face as if he was,
and for the Hall! The van
of all these truth that lays on
education both this thine
doth come, and so that beat her proper
hands: then, after all
about them, fat and homily,
and Morning-Shower—one
Morning. ’ She was large-—that what should
get where different fare won.
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Inconsistencies in the Bible: A Reflection
“Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.” — Exodus 20:8
“One man esteemeth one day above another: another esteemeth every day alike. Let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind.” — Romans 14:5
This is about the Law. Christianity argues that in Jesus' crucifixion, the law is fulfilled. Therefore, ceremonial laws are not required (but ok to practice). This passage in Romans is addressing Jewish and Non-Jewish Christians having their own superiority complexes. Paul is telling them to shut up about what days they consider special because the important thing is to focus on Jesus Christ's salvation, the common denominator between the two.
“… the earth abideth for ever.” — Ecclesiastes 1:4
“… the elements shall melt with fervent heat, the earth also and the works that are therein shall be burned up.” — 2Peter 3:10
“… I have seen God face to face, and my life is preserved.” — Genesis 32:30
“No man hath seen God at any time…”– John 1:18
It is plainly given us to understand here, that while we are in this mortal state, we see God only through the medium of certain images, not, in the reality of His own nature. A soul influenced by the grace of the Spirit may see God through certain figures, but cannot penetrate into his absolute essence. And hence it is that Jacob, who testifies that he saw God, saw nothing butan Angel: and that Moses, who talked with God face to face, says, Show me Your way, that Imay know You: meaning that he ardently desired to see in the brightness of His own infinite Nature, Him Whom he had only as yet seen reflected in images. If however any, while inhabiting this corruptible flesh, can advance to such an immeasurable height of virtue, as to be able to discern by the contemplative vision, the eternal brightness of God, their case affects not what we say. For whoever sees wisdom, that is, God, is dead wholly to this life, being no longer occupied bythe love of it. Some hold that in the place of bliss, Godis visible in His brightness, but not in His nature. This is to indulge in over much subtlety. Forin that simple and unchangeable essence, no division can be made between the nature and the brightness. Some however there are who conceive that not even the Angels see God. (Gregory the Dialogist, c. 604)
“… Thou shalt not let any of thy seed pass through the fire to Molech, neither shalt thou profane the name of thy God…” — Leviticus 18:21
[In Judges, though, the tale of Jephthah, who led the Israelites against the Ammonoites, is being told. Being fearful of defeat, this good religious man sought to guarantee victory by getting god firmly on his side. So he prayed to god] “… If thou shalt without fail deliver the children of Ammon into mine hands, Then it shall be, that whatsoever cometh forth of the doors of my house to meet me, when I return in peace from the children of Ammon, shall surely be the LORD’s, and I will offer it up for a burnt offering” — Judges 11:30-31
[The terms were acceptable to god — remember, he is supposed to be omniscient and know the future — so he gave victory to Jephthah, and the first whatsoever that greeted him upon his glorious return was his daughter, as god surely knew would happen, if god is god. True to his vow, the general made a human sacrifice of his only child to god!] — Judges 11:29-34
Missed the point of the story; the act itself is wrong, and God allowed Jephthah in the same way you allow someone else to do something you know is very, very stupid. The point is to teach the Israelites not to make rash vows. This is echoed in the Sermon on the Mount. Also, Judges is all about people being not the best. This helps illustrate that. Note that it is never stated that God was happy with this arrangement.
“… with God all things are possible.” — Matthew 19:26
“…The LORD was with Judah; and he drave out the inhabitants of the mountain; but could not drive out the inhabitants of the valley, because they had chariots of iron.” — Judges 1:19
Ambiguity in the pronouns -- are you SURE the he in here refers to God, and not Judah?
“…thou shalt give life for life, Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot. burning for burning, wound for wound, stripe for stripe. ” — Exodus 21:23-25
“…ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on the right cheek, turn to him the other also.” — Matthew 5:39
Jesus literally quotes Exodus a few verses before Matthew 5:39. What he's doing here is expanding the law; because we can't be sure if our enemy is truly as depraved as you think we are, and also we don't live in a theocracy anymore, so the law is expanded, so we don't falsely accuse others and acquit blood on OUR hands as well.
“This is my covenant, which ye shall keep, between me and you and thy seed after thee; Every man child among you shall be circumcised.” — Genesis 17:10
“…if ye be circumcised, Christ shall profit you nothing.” — Galatians 5:2
Okay, so this is an interesting point. Paul himself seems to oscillate between circumcision not mattering and circumcision being bad, but both are fueled by the same principle: Physical circumcision means nothing if your Heart (symbolic) isn't circumcised (given to God). In Galatians he condemns the practice, seemingly because people wee flaunting it as a sign of being more holy.
“Cursed be he that lieth with his sister, the daughter of his father, or the daughter of this mother…” — Deuteronomy 27:22
“And if a man shall take his sister, his father’s daughter, or his mother’s daughter…it is a wicked thing….” — Leviticus 20:17
[But what was god’s reaction to Abraham, who married his sister — his father’s daughter?] See Genesis 20:11-12
“And God said unto Abraham, As for Sara thy wife…I bless her, and give thee a son also of her…” — Genesis 17:15-16
Genesis… takes place before Leviticus and Deuteronomy. I feel like y'all have no time sense. Okay, jokes aside, this is a good question. If God were consistent, why does he ban incest in one text, and then just not care on the other? I've heard that it was because He knew that inbreeding would cause actual problems by the time of Exodus, but before then, people had to do it to populate, so therefore it didn't matter.
“A good man obtaineth favour of the LORD…” — Proverbs 12:2
Now consider the case of Job. After commissioning Satan to ruin Job financially and to slaughter his shepherds and children to win a petty bet with Satan. God asked Satan: “Hast thou considered my servant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God, and escheweth evil? and still he holdeth fast his integrity, although thou movedst me against him, to destroy him without cause.” — Job 2:3
Actually, Job was literally a response against sayings like "your sin made you sick" and stuff like that. It's saying that you can't victim-blame people for their suffering. Does that make Proverbs wrong? No??? Favour can come in many forms, not just material wealth. Also, it is to note here that Satan may not even be the Devil as we know him; that concept only exists in Christianity. For all we now, Ha-Satan, the Accuser, is a prosecutor charged with obtaining evidence for his case against Job. If he were the devil… now that makes it spicy. I currently cannot respond to that. I concede.
“Go thy way, eat thy bread with joy, and drink thy wine with a merry heart…” — Ecclesiastes 9:7
“…they that rejoice, as though they rejoiced not…” — 1 Corinthians 7:30
Okay, so these are different responses to the fact that this world is vanity. One response is to enjoy it while it lasts, trusting God. The other is to behave stoically, trusting God. I suppose the emphasis here is in trusting God, and not eating/not rejoicing.
“The son shall not bear the iniquity of the father…” — Ezekiel 18:20
“I the LORD thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation…” — Exodus 20:5
Ooooh this is actually hard. Not to help that Ezekiel 18:20 is literally a response to "wait, doesn't the child bear the sin of their parents!?"
“Let no man say when he is tempted, I am tempted of God: for God cannot be tempted with evil, neither tempteth he any man.” — James 1:13
“And it came to pass after these things, that God did tempt Abraham…” — Genesis 22:1
The word used for "tempt" in James 1 is "πειράζομαι". The word in Septuagint's Genesis 22 is "ἐπείραζεν"-- They're actually different forms of each other! So how do we explain James contradicting even the Greek version of Genesis? Well, Augustine of Hippo explains It as thus (emphasis mine): 'It is often asked how this can be true when James says in his letter that God does not tempt anyone (Jas. 1:13). The answer is that the language of Scripture often uses the word “tempt” with the meaning of “prove.” Instead, the temptation spoken of by James is understood only as referring to that by which one falls into the nets of sin. That is why the Apostle says: lest the tempter should tempt you (1 Thess. 3:5). For it is written elsewhere: The Lord your God tempts you to know if you love him (Deut. 13:3). Naturally, this expression says: to know, as if it were said: “to make you know”, because the power of love itself is hidden from man, if God does not make it known through a test of his. [Augustine of Hippo, Question on Genesis, PL 34, Question 57]'.
“Honor thy father and thy mother…”– Exodus 20:12
“If any man come to me, and hate not his father, and mother, and wife, and children, and brethren, and sisters, yea, and his own life also, he cannot be my disciple. ” — Luke 14:26
This is emphasizing that you honor God, even when your family objects to your belief, as it is in a dialogue about not being afraid of persecutions. Jesus condemns his contemporaries for giving tithes instead of taking care of their parents as well, and Paul literally anathematizes those who abandon their family without cause.
“…he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more. ” — Job 7:9
“…the hour is coming, in which all that are in the graves shall hear his voice, and shall come forth….” — John 5:28-29
Job is expressing his despair, not theologizing important truths. Literally right above we know that Job was not treated well. So with that in mind, maybe him complaining about life is not out of the ordinary? On the other hand, Jesus is actually theologizing about the end of the world. So basically this is someone complaining that science is useless vs an entire essay about why science is useful both mentioned in a scientific journal.
“Verily I say unto you, There be some standing here, which shall not taste of death, till they see the Son of man coming in his kingdom. ” — Matthew 16:28
“Verily I say unto you, This generation shall not pass away, till all be fulfilled. Heaven and earth shall pass away: but my words shall not pass away. ” — Luke 21:32-33
“And that, knowing the time, that now it is high time to awake out of sleep: for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed. The night is far spent, the day is at hand: let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armour of light.” — Romans 13:11-12
“Be ye also patient; establish your hearts: for the coming of the Lord draweth nigh.” — James 5:8
“Little children, it is the last time: and as ye have heard that antichrist shall come, even now are there many antichrists; whereby we know that it is the last time.” — 1 John 2:18
“But the end of all things is at hand: be ye therefore sober, and watch unto prayer.” — 1 Peter 4:7
These words were written between 1800 and 1900 years ago and were meant to warn and prepare the first Christians for the immediate end of the world. Some words are those supposedly straight out of the mouth of the “Son of God.” The world did not end 1800 or 1900 years ago. All that generation passed away without any of the things foretold coming to pass. No amount of prayer brought it about; nor ever so much patience and belief and sober living. The world went on, as usual, indifferent to the spoutings of yet another batch of doomsday prophets with visions of messiahs dancing in their deluded brains. The world, by surviving, makes the above passages contradictions.
Hey. Pssst. 2 Peter 3 exists:
"This is now the second letter that I am writing to you, beloved. In both of them gI am stirring up your sincere mind by way of reminder, 2 that you should remember the predictions of ithe holy prophets and the commandment of the Lord and Savior through your apostles, 3 knowing this first of all, that scoffers will come in the last days with scoffing, following their own sinful desires. 4 They will say, “Where is the promise of his coming? For ever since the fathers fell asleep, all things are continuing as they were from the beginning of creation.” 5 For they deliberately overlook this fact, that the heavens existed long ago, and the earth nwas formed out of water and through water oby the word of God, 6 and that by means of these the world that then existed pwas deluged with water and perished. 7 But by the same word rthe heavens and earth that now exist are stored up for fire, being kept until the day of judgment and sdestruction of the ungodly.
8 But do not overlook this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day. 9 The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise vas some count slowness, but is patient toward you,1 not wishing that any should perish, but ythat all should reach repentance. 10 But the day of the Lord will come like a thief, and then the heavens will pass away with a roar, and bthe heavenly bodies2 will be burned up and dissolved, and the earth and the works that are done on it will be exposed.
11 Since all these things are thus to be dissolved, what sort of people ought you to be in lives of holiness and godliness, 12 dwaiting for and hastening the coming of the day of God, because of which the heavens will be set on fire and dissolved, and ethe heavenly bodies will melt as they burn! 13 But according to his promise we are waiting for new heavens and a new earth in which righteousness dwells."
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Faith for Finances: Sensible Money Advice
Our primary scriptures are three or more John 2 and Joshua 1: 6:
Beloved, I wish first and foremost things that will thou mayest succeed and be in health, even since thy soul prospereth.
This guide of the law shall not depart out of thy mouth; but thou shalt meditate in it day and night, that thou mayest observe to perform based to all that is written in it: for then thou shalt make thy way prosperous, and even then thou shalt have good good results.
Today, we're discussing about practical money advice. I avoid count myself to be a financial guru; nevertheless , I do depend myself to always be a person who is allergic to being broke. I include been since I was a little girl. While i was a little young lady, I did previously put our profit my footwear once i went to school. Some day, in some manner, my money came out of the shoe. I suppose the shoe had been too loose. My feelings were therefore hurt that day time; I couldn't feel I had misplaced my money. So , I started putting my money inside my sock. Our whole family explain to jokes about this kind of today. Anyway, it struck me that in case I stick the money in my personal sock, then even if the footwear is loose, the money won't emerge because it's within the sock.
Brilliant! I can then feel my personal money under my personal toes, wiggle it around under there and I knew I had fashioned my cash. I had developed my lunch break money and I actually had my additional money to go and have me a new honeybun with following school. Therefore , We have always been that way. Again, I state I'm allergic in order to being broke because I associate protection to some great level with knowing of which when I visit turn the mild on, it's proceeding to come about and knowing that will when I prepare yourself to take a new bath, there's proceeding to be waters. I really believe I handed down this. All regarding my Samuels' aunts are like this particular. Once I met a Samuels' aunty and her spouse. Her husband started to jokingly describe your ex money habits to a then boyfriend and even commenced to moving on all associated with my toes. Awkward... Nevertheless , that's our personality. Whatever the personality type, yield it to the particular Lord. I've always been a saver. So, it comes naturally to me to save money. Nevertheless , there will be also people who else are naturally spenders and that's excellent, too.
The trouble is when either category is still left unchecked. If an individual spend all the particular time and may schedule any funds to make positive your needs are met, next you're in difficulties. If you save every thing , nor keep something flowing, then you get into trouble that way, too. We need to yield our own personality type in order to the Lord and even allow Him to be able to boss us. In the event that something comes finished and the saver doesn't desire to give, we have to say, "Okay, if Our god is telling me do this, I actually need to get it done. " Then, of course , the person who spends excessive, requirements to check throughout with God upon how to spend his money. No longer beat yourself upward over the type of person that you are. Just allow God boss an individual. Jesus is Lord. Allow him to be Head of the family. He's not only your saviour who gets you into Heaven whenever you pass away. He is in addition your Lord within this side. Allow Your pet to be Head of the family of all. Permit him to boss your funds and you will be throughout good shape.
Allow me to share my money suggestions:
1. Live As part of your Means
a. Track your spending and even cut costs
1st, live within your own means. That might audio very elementary and even it is. Even so, many people don't perform it. It's really that simple. You need to live inside your means.
Henry 14: 28 claims,
For which associated with you, intending in order to build a structure, sitteth not along first, and counteth the cost, no matter if he have satisfactory to complete it?
Jesus is telling us all, we need to count typically the cost. You might say, good, I don't need to build some sort of tower. I avoid have these high aspirations. Nevertheless , any time you look at that scripture inside the Amplified Holy bible, it says,
For which of you, wishing to build a farm building, does not first sit down in addition to calculate the cost [to see] whether they have enough means to finish it?
So, you might not want to create Donald Trump's tower system. You may want to do anything far simpler. Continue to, you need to be able to count the price. You need to be able to see what it's going to consider to obtain it performed and you also need to be able to live in your implies. A lot associated with us don't even know what each of our means are. All of us just go to work and obtain compensated, then blow the money. We possess some bills paid as well as the bills that do not get paid, just do not get paid. After that we dodge individuals "unknown" and "800" numbers that appear in from expenses collectors. We just keep in this specific crazy cycle that doesn't get us ahead in life, nevertheless gets us further more down. So, first of all you have to know what you make (your means). You have to be able to pay attention to what kind of income you might have coming in and even then you need to keep track of what you're wasting. Get a tiny memo pad or perhaps occurs phone in addition to take note of what you're spending every time for a 7 days or two.
In case you stop regarding coffee the next day, write down how much it cost. Write down everything you put in on lunch. If you had to stop and even get gas, publish down what it cost. Write this all down and so that you can certainly get an concept of where your money will go. Then when you see in which your money is usually going, you may analyze how to help make adjustments. You could see where you can save money. An individual might realize, We don't need to be able to go out in order to lunch every time. If I'm wasting $10 a working day on lunch, that is $50 every week, $200 a month and $2, 400 each year! (Actually, $10 is definitely on the old-fashioned side. Lunch fees have increased. ) For some, it's the doable expense, yet for most, is actually money that could be better invested elsewhere. So , trail your spending and even then you will see where you can cut costs or reallocate your money.
Throughout the spirit involving tracking spending, be sure to maintain your ATM and debit card receipts and balance these in your checkbook. Also, reconcile your own bank statements with your checkbook. You may have missed an entry or maybe the financial institution may have produced a mistake. Furthermore, occurs own bank's ATM. You is just not want to operate all over area and obtain money below and there whether it's not your bank. You'll incur extra fees from all of them. It looks like it's a small amount associated with money, a pair of dollars every now and then, but it provides up after some time. Exactly why just throw cash away? You may use that will extra money, especially when you're in the tight situation, in order to help enable you to get out of the tight situation. So, make use of your own bank's ATM as often because possible. Don't work with the other ones unless it's an unexpected emergency.
To cut charges, use coupons. Don't feel too "sheeshy poopoo" to work with a coupon. Slice those coupons out and use them plus let them enable you to move forward. Several people have made a real art from this and after almost all of their coupon codes are tallied, they leave the store without paying any cash! So use coupon codes and let these people help you endure and thrive. An individual can find coupon codes in the Sunday paper, the weekly circulars and on the internet.
I have to also state credit card reform. Luckily, under this usa president administration, they've completed some reform using charge cards. In your current statement, they now include to tell an individual how your payment can look if a person just make the minimum payment. They need to show you how long it may need to be able to pay off your balance when simply making minimum repayments. Be sure to read your statements and try to never pay out just the minimum balance. Only do and so when you're in a tight situation. Lowest payments go toward the accruing interest. You always want to attack the particular principal in several way.
Whether or not they're asking for $12 and you may only give $1 more, then give them $11. It's not much, but it can moving you in the right direction. You want to always take a step in order to hit on typically the principal and spend it down. Normally, you'll be spending money on that thing forever. Ultimately, you'll would like to discipline your self to where a person use credit playing cards like bank cards, which means that you spend them off on a monthly basis. Then you'll simply be using them intended for convenience. That's a thing that you include to work towards. It doesn't happen overnight, but you can get there.
w. Shop your kitchen
Shopping your kitchen helps you are living inside your means and increase. You don't want to be used up to the grocery store store all the time. Initial, if you no longer discover how to cook, find out how to make some basic stuff. Maybe everything will be scrambled eggs and minute rice at first, nevertheless later you may improve on that. A person don't need to be reliant on fast food places for the daily sustenance. Food are a good deal less costly and a great deal much healthier. I know many people don't know precisely how to cook, yet it can always be learned. Spend a few time with your grandmother. She'll end up being happy to show you. Also, ask fine cooks a bunch of questions. Until it's a treasured secret recipe, they shall be happy to offer you tips. So, because I was declaring, shop your pantry. That means, no longer always run out there to purchase something any time you have food at home. With regard to example, parenthetically you have some organic spaghetti and an individual have some floor meat, however you avoid have any other sauce. Then you are going to go to typically the store and obtain the spaghetti spices, because that makes feeling. However, you will not get out and purchase leg quarters and corn-on-the-cob if you have uncooked spaghetti and terrain meat. Is made the spaghetti. So , shop your pantry. After that when that runs low, you move to the grocery store store and acquire more groceries.
d. Shop your wardrobe
Similarly, shop your closet. First, clean up it out and get rid of stuff that you know you're not gonna have on. Either have a house sale or present it away. And then, place the money an individual earned to very good use, like paying out down debt. If you donate the items, make sure to write it off of when you data file your tax returning. Then after you might have cleaned your closet, know what you possess. Look to see exactly what new outfits an individual can create through what's already in your closet. You may possibly be capable of generate entire new outfits by mixing and even matching. Then when you do shop, buy accessories like new shoes, belts and jewelry, that will enhance what you have already. Like the spaghetti, you cannot want in order to go out and buy a whole fresh outfit that maybe you can't yet afford. A whole lot worse, an individual don't want to be able to buy some object just because it's on sale, want a set of exotic shoes and boots, and then have absolutely nothing within your closet to be able to wear using them. Store your closet first.
All of these stuff that help people to live within our own means necessitate believing in advance. We can't just fly off the cuff and do things. We experience to stop in addition to think about this. Although, these points require thinking, we needn't get disappointed. God gives us wisdom - liberally. Take an instant, take a moment with The almighty and permit Him to be able to show you how to be able to plan your daily life to be able to get ahead.
installment payments on your Always Think Profit
We always want to have more money arriving in than will be going out. Really common sense, but we don't do it. We should always think profit. Isaiah 48: 17 states,
Thus saith the Lord, thy Redeemer, the Holy One among Israel; I was our creator thy Lord which teacheth thee to profit, which in turn leadeth thee by simply the way of which thou shouldest proceed.
So, it's The almighty who teaches all of us to profit. Earnings is not some sort of bad word. All of us want to always think of maximizing what we have. Many of us want to constantly ask ourselves, "How can one get the most out regarding this? How can I obtain the most out of this money? How can My partner and i get more beat for my buck? " One approach is always to learn exactly how to bargain shop. What you'll need to do is definitely get a very good eye for top quality. Study magazines that teach you the nicest clothes and typically the nicest way to decorate your house, etc . Then you'll find a good attention for what top quality appears like. Then a person can shop areas that will aid you get great things at the bargain.
When a person get a great buy, don't forget to be able to save that which you help save. Have fun with the additional money at times, but as a guideline, save it. You are going to want to set that money throughout the bank, a simple savings bank account is fine. Then right after you get that developed, you may go further and obtain into fancier investments.
There was a girl in Mississippi named was Oseola McCarty. She was the washer woman, which usually means that the lady washed and ironed shirts for typically the business people associated with her town. You don't make much funds doing that, yet this woman presented $150, 000 towards the University of Lower Mississippi to employ for scholarships. Almost all she did has been wash clothes, however she was ready to save. The lady started saving using just a simple savings account. As her money started raising, people at the bank took see of it plus began to aid her make other investments with typically the money. So , you can start with merely a simple cost savings account at the traditional bank. Some of the new accounts provide a motivation for beginning, like extra dollars at the ending of the year when you save each month. Even with a new simple savings account, look for one with a return on investment. Always think earnings.
We're submitting themselves to God plus allowing His knowledge to permeate our own lives and display us what all of us need to do in a given time period. I mentioned maximizing everything. We're capitalizing on our time, maximizing the foodstuff that all of us have, maximizing the clothes that we have inside our closet. Always think revenue. This also also comes in to play together with jobs. I realize with this current recession, if you got laid off of, you may feel as if you have in order to take the first thing that's offered. This often is not going in order to be this kind of fantastic job. However, despite you take the particular job, don't consider, "This could it be. very well Still look for another job. Occurs lunch time hour and night time to look right up until you about the job. Your income is usually what's going to help you gain. Profit is getting some money left above. It's not dwelling paycheck to paycheck. It's not residing in a predicament where you have even more "month than money" at the end of the 30 days. Not necessarily working every day and simply being the working inadequate, not being ready to pay all your bills and paying all of these people on time. Were to turn some sort of profit. Were in order to have money left over.
Always think earnings. Look for a new job where you have salary that well features your expenses. You always want to be able to have more cash than you have expenses. Submit that to be able to God. Allow Him to explain to you how to do of which. Ask, "God, how can I boost my income? How can I cut these charges to survive plus then thrive? " That is typically the goal in lifestyle. Whenever you're looking from an investment associated with any kind, you'll want to ask whether this is usually planning to cost myself more than Now i'm getting in returning. If you do, the response is no. Earnings has to constantly exceed expenses. So again, if you have to acquire a job you don't like or even that's not having to pay enough, keep searching. Work that task, do good regarding the employer that had mercy for you and hired you. Be good to them, when they will can't raise your current salary to some thing decent, keep buying a better position.
If you're in business for yourself, imagine techniques to lower your own overhead. Always think, "I have to be able to keep my overhead low. " Count the costs of what it takes to conduct your business and figure your profit into it. When you're setting your own prices or costs, figure profit straight into it. However, don't be some crook and try to rob people. Send it to Lord. Ask Him, "How can I determine profit into this, where I have more income as compared to expenses, yet I'm fair to my personal clients or consumers? " Keep submitting stuff to God. He'll show an individual what to perform at the given time.
3. get more info assess you to other folks
2 Corinthians 10: 12, 17-18 states,
For we care to not make ourself of the amount, or compare ourself with some that will commend themselves: nevertheless they measuring on their own by themselves, and even comparing themselves among themselves, are not really wise... But this individual that glorieth, allow him glory within the Lord. Because of not he that commendeth himself is approved, but whom the particular Lord commendeth.
Therefore, it says you're not wise if you are running around contrasting you to ultimately other guys. One of the reasons you don't desire to compare you to ultimately other people is because many of them are resting to you anyway. People that have it together are generally too busy together with their lives to be able to even come to be able to you and try to create you feel less than ideal about yourself. This takes a great deal of work and time for you to be successful. So, option tip off right there. If somebody's bragging and trying in order to make you feel bad about yourself, this is a sign that they are deprived of themselves jointly. In case you trace what they said, you are going to find that that they lied. If a person just wact a film extended enough, you'll discover that they are lying. They'll brag about this particular and that, nevertheless, you watch them plus you'll see that they're so broke they will can't pay consideration. Don't fall directly into that trap. Just pay attention to God. Good folks don't run close to putting other men and women down. Rock out there where you are anytime right today. Be at ease with in which you are best now. Keep pondering profit and you will continue to get forward and you will always be blessed. In case you often think, "I only need more revenue than my expenses, " and in case you cut your expenses and boost your income the best way as you might, you'll be fine.
As for being content, there's the scripture for your:
Hebrews 13: 5 says,
Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content material with things like en have: for he or she hath said, We will never keep thee, nor forsake thee.
In the particular Amplified Bible, Hebrews 13: 5 says,
Allow your character or moral disposition be free from really like of money, which includes greed, avarice, lust, and craving regarding earthly possessionism, and even be pleased with your present circumstances and with what you possess; for He [God] Themselves says, I can not by any means fall short you nor provide you up or leave you with no support. [I will] not necessarily, [I will] not, [I will] not in any degree leave you hopeless nor forsake nor let [you] down (relax My hang on you)! [Assuredly not! ]
Now, that is good news! Therefore work what a person got going and keep increasing and you'll be okay. Don't sit and even compare yourself in order to a person that you believe has more you. The Bible says to compare will be foolish and that the people who else do so are not clever. We are wise; all of us stroll inside the Wisdom of God.
four. Study Rich in addition to Affluent People
Now, this is not a conundrum. You will find a difference involving studying rich and even affluent people and comparing oneself to them. The is typically the intent. If you're seeking at them from a place of covet, then you certainly fall straight into the comparison/foolishness camp out. However, if you look at these people to learn exactly how to better on your own, with no plaisanterie involved, then you aren't in good stead.
Hebrews 13: seven says,
Remember all of them which have the rule over an individual, with spoken on to you the word of God: whose belief follow, considering typically the end of their dialogue.
This scripture echoes to having the ability to look at natural examples to get tips on how to make it in this planet. Rich and wealthy people can provide as natural good examples for you throughout your search for raise financially. Should you watch and listen to the rich and affluent, they'll give indications. They'll inevitably notify you things that they're doing or even not doing inside order to become successful. For instance , The oprah show doesn't necessarily teach finances, but likely to hear her point out things like, "Always sign your individual checks. " And so, listen to exactly how she and various other people have achieved success. Success leaves signs. Also, read the biographies of rich and affluent men and women. If you don't like reading, a person can listen to music books. Incidentally, it's not necessary to go broke obtaining these books. You can check them out coming from your local library for free of charge! Make studying others' examples a habit and you will certainly continue to learn, grow and increase financially.
In addition , I carry out recommend that an individual read and study the materials of financial experts. For instance, study people similar to Suze Orman and even Robert Kiyosaki and other people of that stature. When, as a Sterling, you're nervous about studying secular elements, here is what I carry out whenever I research a non-Christian guide (and sometimes the particular Christian ones, too). I pray and ask the Oh mayne Spirit to assist me receive exactly what He'd have myself to receive and deny anything He'd have me to reject. I yield me personally unto Him in order to guide me and to show me tips on how to "eat the particular meat and spit out your bones. very well Yield to typically the Spirit and you should end up being okay.
Before I actually go - in addition to I know this particular a lengthy article - let myself give just two more tips: First of all, clean out your current wallet. Get rid of gum packages, lint as well as other waste. Then place almost all of your cash in order: kinds, fives, tens, twenties, hundreds all gathered together, right-side way up, with presidents dealing with forward. No person desires to live within disarray, including your own money. Finally, no longer use your money to give out there exact change. Alternatively, save them inside a coin jar and at the particular end with the month, use them to pay a bill, add to your cost savings or spend on pleasure.
We certainly need to come away of being broke and being beneath as Christians. We are going to the ones that are supposed in order to lead out in addition to show the rest of the world exactly how to live. Why don't get to this!
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@balldwin said: i’ve been waiting all night for this.
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate, she’d warned, tone light and teasing and eyes sparkling with wickedness, but their host had been a fool. Fool enough to take her warning as an invitation, at the very least, and Astoria won’t pretend she can’t guess why; even now, blood dripping down her chin and staining her delicate fingers, she looks as much an angel as she does a demon, her hair loose and wild behind her, her white nightgown rumpled. “I really think he has only himself to blame,” she says conversationally, and Baldwin raises an amused eyebrow at her. “I did tell him he should keep his distance.”
“You quoted Dante.”
“Rather appropriately, I think. I doubt he’s feeling particularly hopeful now.” Their host is, currently, standing between them, his head yanked back to bare his bitten throat and his eyes wide with terror, and Astoria looks at him with an expression of almost polite interest. “Perhaps I am mistaken, though. Well? Do you feel much hope, sir?” He opens his mouth to answer and no sound comes out, and Astoria smiles, almost indulgent, before looking back at Baldwin. “I suppose we’ll never know.”
“Are you going to kill him, or keep playing with your food?” A decade ago — even just a few years ago — it would have been an admonishment, but Baldwin almost looks like he’s enjoying himself. He settles comfortably in the open doorway, arms crossed over his chest as he watches her, and Astoria pushes their host forward, her hand still fisted in his hair.
“Would you recommend I leave him alive?”
He lets out a huff of dry laughter, and Astoria’s smile only widens. She’s showing her hand, she thinks, becoming too open in her affection for him, but she’s fairly certain Baldwin can read her better than anyone else could; there’s little point in lying, at least to him.
“You’re rarely so — “
“Inelegant?”
“You’re often inelegant,” he retorts. “I mean heavy-handed.”
She shrugs one shoulder. “He insulted me.” Though considering her methods, what she is, many do. “He insulted you. I saw no reason to waste time or artifice on someone who surely won’t be missed.”
Baldwin’s eyebrow creeps higher, and Astoria laughs.
“Perhaps you are too far removed from human expectations, cuore mio — we travel as husband and wife.” Easier to explain, less likely to draw attention, particularly if they’re both missing from an event at the same time. It grants them an immediate excuse for privacy, and she has no complaints. “He came to my room late at night, when he thought you were distracted and sure to be gone until morning. No respect for the dignity of his guests. No respect for the sanctity of a marriage. No respect for what he believes is yours by law and by right.” She draws her lips back a bit farther now, her smile just a touch feral. “I’ll dispose of the body. Shudder and weep in fear tomorrow. Half his family thinks they’d be better off with him gone; the other half thinks he’s useful only as a tool. I doubt they’ll mind much once they’ve put on a show of appropriate grief.”
Something indecipherable passes across Baldwin’s face — and he may be able to read her, but she is still learning him, the subtleties of his gestures and his behaviors, the face he presents to the world set against the face he presents to her, both of which are no doubt distinct from his true face no matter how well they get along now. “So you’ll kill him for the insult?”
“In defense of your honor, husband,” she teases, and she releases their host. “Go on, then, apologize to your guest for your assumptions. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife. I expected better from a man of faith.”
The man between them looks wildly from one to the other, and he opens his mouth to speak again without success.
“Then I’d recommend you give him a taste, cuore mio.” The endearment is always said in equal parts genuine affection and absolute mischief, though Baldwin has yet to complain, so she has no reason to stop. “I am satisfied, for now, but I’ll finish if you won’t.”
For a long moment, Baldwin simply looks at her, before he grabs their host by his bloodied shirtfront and pulls him closer. After a beat, he reaches around their prey towards Astoria, and he sweeps his thumb below her lower lip; it comes away bloodied, and Astoria pretends she isn’t committing the sight of him like this to memory.
He licks the blood from his thumb and he lowers his mouth to the bite mark she left behind, fits his teeth where hers had been to speed the flow of blood before he drinks.
When their illustrious host is discovered missing the following morning Astoria frowns and trembles, her lip quivering and her eyes wide and filled with fear, but she drags the tip of her tongue along her teeth and she thinks of the sweet taste of spilled blood and she thinks of him, the arch of his raised eyebrow and the wicked curl of his lips when she made him laugh, and she feels only hunger.
#balldwin#i. here's the truth from my red lips. ( answers )#tw: blood#tw: murder#(there we go she's stupid and smitten and stupid again)
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