#then return to the hole from whence I came

[phoenixmetaphor]

resident evil cowboy au??? resident evil cowboy au!

or maybe more like ‘western au’ but whatever. someone mentioned the words ‘cowboy au’ within my circle and that was all it took, i was gone on another extreme au adventure. have brainrot, will travel.

bonus initial concept sketch below — leon is older in it than in the comic and has graduated to dual pistols. chris remains grizzled.

#my fanart #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #chris redfield #cowboy au #western au #yeah in this au chris got grizzled in his 20s and then just stayed that way #look if he’s not going to be grizzled in a western au what’s even the point #his jacket just got more holes #i don’t know why i decided i had to be the one to do this when i don’t understand what hats look like #and this is the era of literally everyone wearing hats 100% of the time #i’m sorry for all the period inaccuracies #i don’t know what i’m doing #i played rdr2 for like 5 hours and got to the point where the world opened up #then i got decision paralysis and quit #those are my qualifications #i will refrain from using the relationship tag since it ain’t shippy #but… you know #okay i must return now to the bog whence i came

[lume-nosity]

celestial callings

[when celestia has managed to reconnect with you once more after all of these years, you have no other choice but to concede and return from whence you came. even if it means leaving the one you love behind and for them to grovel in despair.]

style: angst

inspo: @scarafrisbee for lending me this prompt of theirs to write out <3

ft: scaramouche, albedo

notes: not proofread, kinda half-assed and weird because i’m lazy and suffering from writer’s block, gn!reader, sucrose mention, albedo’s part is a little long

reblogs are appreciated!

scaramouche

for the first time in a long while, he thought he had something. something that can help him feel warm, at home, and most of all.. loved.

he trusted that concept to a great extent; you were someone who he holds dear and knew that you would never leave him.

but he was wrong, again. you were no different than the rest of them.

this was all because of your background in regards to your past. “i’m not surprised.” is the only thing that slips out of his mouth. he should’ve expected this sooner.

how many abandonments must he go through to understand that nobody is truly there for him?

after you’ve left and said your final goodbyes to him, all he did was stand there. devoid of all emotion as if he had any in the first place. he’s a puppet, puppets don’t have feelings right?

well, this one has feelings. and they’re genuine.

but all he could do was hang his head low with a deadpan expression, before scoffing to himself and turned to walk the opposite direction.

although it looked as if he didn’t care on the outside, deep down, there was a tinge of sadness deep within his chest that’s eating at him with every step he takes.

albedo

he received word of your departure from sucrose and at first he told her: ‘it’s not good to joke about something as important as that’ but sucrose went into more detail to further deepen his denial.

it appears he was incorrect about you.

in his head, your presence held something much more stronger that he wasn’t able to pinpoint what it was. he knew something was off about you, but he didn’t push further on the matter and thought he was over analyzing it.

which was his first and last mistake.

it led him down into a deeper rabbit hole of more questions: ‘why would this happen?’ ‘why them?’ ‘why now?’ ‘what should i do?’

more questions would grow as more answers would wilt.

he knew relationships were troublesome and they take a lot of time and energy out of him to even make one, but this one in particular he had with you was much different.

and special.

so for you to just leave him to go back to celestia completely shuts him down.

he doesn’t know how to feel about the news his assistant has told him judging from how he was standing there like a stone, cold statue. but the only hint of emotion you’re able to see from him is his eyes.

his eyes speak more than words ever could.

they may be cold on the outside, but they speak of anguish, disbelief, denial, sadness, the list could go on. and yet this is the first time he felt such emotions rush inside him all at once.

it truly hurted him.

hurted him to the point he had to excuse himself from sucrose to give him time to think about what happened.

it will take way too long for him to get over such a revelation, as it will most likely stick into the back of his mind for as long as he exists.

and he didn’t even get the chance to meet you one last time before you left.

an: hi everyone i’m kinda back with writing??? but the writer’s block is still quite heavy here because i didn’t get to write for all the characters..(sorry riri ☹️) but i wanted to write as much as i can here, so i hope this is acceptable. and i know i said i was going to make a fluff post but it looks like i didn’t, as i came back with yet another angst post. so i might pay back that debt sooner or later once something clicks in my head i promise 🙏

#✏️ lume writes #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin angst #genshin x gn reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #albedo x reader #scaramouche angst #wanderer angst #albedo angst #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios

[robthegoodfellow]

NSFW snippet from next chapter of Upside-Down (which I swear is coming soonish). Just the product of my wondering whether it’d be possible for them to work out together without it immediately detouring to a different equally valid form of exercise.

He’d returned to the castle that evening and found Harrington working out in the makeshift home gym set up in the garage. Been at it a while, given the shifting shine of his skin, muscles bunching on his back, his arms, as he huffed through a set of dumbbell pushups, pulling each weight to his pec, one at a time, whenever he straightened.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” Billy said, smarmy, when Harrington glanced over, sweaty strands of brown plastered to his brow. He panted a laugh, kept going.

Hands on hips, Billy assessed the many tantalizing directions he could take the scene before him: Harrington shirtless, wearing gym shorts with nothing underneath, if the line of his dick cradled in red mesh was anything to go by. Some running shoes, feet spread for stability.

Strolling to Harrington’s side, he dropped to a crouch, ghosted fingertips down the slick spine to watch him twitch. “How many you shooting for?”

The chuckle had an edge—Harrington fully knew what was coming. “Ten more.”

“Wanna make it harder?” Billy asked, tracing over the clenched ass, down his thigh.

“Already there, bud,” Harrington said, strained, and Billy checked, cupped his stiffy through the shorts while the hand on his thigh smoothed back up, snuck under the mesh where the skin was pale and soft. Harrington bit off a whine, a shaky descent on the rep.

Billy tugged on the fabric from inside, pulled it snug against his dick on the ascent. “Want to, though?”

Harrington hadn’t finished wheezing a slew of yeahs when Billy rubbed him firm, root to tip, and the left dumbbell wavered upward. Quested with his hand under the shorts to grip a rigid asscheek, and the right weight likewise bobbled.

Sometimes, Billy reflected, he felt kinda evil in a shitty way, and then there were times he was evil in a purely sexy way. Like Catwoman.

Clinging to control, gasping a bit, Harrington lowered, and Billy abandoned the asscheek in favor of tracing past his taint, his balls, to adjust his tortured, throbbing cock—position it, with the help of his hand on the outside, so that the crown peeked from the waistband, tucked against his trembling stomach. Right where Billy could brush the flushed wet, back and forth.

“How many left?” he asked, hushed, as Harrington pushed up with an audible squeak, arms extended.

The answer, through gritted teeth: “Seven.”

Billy hummed, kept rubbing the head while the other hand returned whence it came, thumb swiping a wide arc to his tight crack. Spoke before the dumbbells could rise, complete the rep. “Spread your feet more.” Repeated more until his cheeks were adequately parted, and Billy skated the pad of his thumb to the clenched whorl of skin.

Steady stream of fucks accompanied the lift of the left weight, the right. Billy pressed on his hole, testing, and Harrington grunted, lowered again—like Billy was the one pushing him down.

Still quiet: “Can you relax for me, babe?”

Harrington was gulping air, fine tremors racing under slick skin. Billy quit rubbing his dick, but left his hand there, almost propping him up, and that was when he felt it—this flutter where Billy was lightly pressing, so he pressed more, crooked at the knuckle. Sank in.

Sank in way easier than expected.

“Having fun earlier?” Barely a question, more an observation, and Harrington shifted, pushed back on the intrusion, begging for more. “Ah-ah,” Billy scolded, even as he fed him the rest of his thumb. “That’s not proper form.”

Groaning, Harrington brought his hips back into alignment, straight as an arrow from shoulder to ankle—then completed the next rep, clenching around Billy like a vise.

“Five more.” Tried to make it encouraging as he resumed his feather-light torment of Harrington’s crown, smearing precome on his belly. “Do it and I’ll suck you.”

Harrington chuckled, thready. “I do this, you fuck me.”

Through sheer force of will, Billy did not rip his shorts off then and there. “Or that.”

#harringrove #this is from billy's birthday weekend sequence #which features 100% more smut than will's birthday sequence #which instead features dnd adventures #it's a big birthday chapter basically #billy hargrove #steve harrington #spin me right round

[diseasedrat2000]

cosmic longing

he loves me not,

he loves me,

he loves me not,

maybe someday soon

he’ll love me

i think i love him

but how do i really tell?

i trust him more than i trust myself,

deepest darkest parts of me raised to his gossamer light

bruised and damaged and battered

thoughts barely tethered

body scarred, war zone scenes

a battle against the evil invisible to them

but no poppies bloom here

no lesson is learnt no hope planted no roses laid to rest

instead thick lines of collagen rich skin patches me up, stitches me back together

my body loves me

my brain loves me not

this home fights for me, allows me to caress

but not to crawl inside you like i crave

there are some limits to being human afterall

these thoughts are scattered, ashes in the wind

but they always drift down back

to you

you seem to be my black hole

all matter drawn towards

close, intimate, all knowing you consume me

particles ripped to shreds, pulled out of sense

my heart aches in sympathy for it knows this pain

your gravity is irresistible,

i lean towards the stilling of our breath

if only i could crawl inside you i would gladly be destroyed

it would be a beautiful explosion my love,

our matter returned from whence it came,

stardust to iron to stardust again

cosmic circle completed

#poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #probably nobody will see this #feel free to reblog #queer #lgbtq+ #gay #i love him #he doesn’t love me #and it hurts #but i also can’t not feel my feelings #autistic #transmasc #words

[understandableparadox]

bottom of the barrel isekai review #3

Todays review: Choose your heros carefully

two BLs in a row... i would make a gay joke at my own expense but i'll be real, gay trash is soooo much more palatable as a whole then straight trash and i'm confident enough in whatever nebulous concept i've adopted as my sexuality to say that with something resembling pride.

so what's on the chopping block? utterly psychotic middle aged men reincarnated in a world ripe for their exploitation? perhaps a swarm of hyper busty vixens parading about on the strings of someone who has no idea how to utilize them? a magic system based on some mmo where its way to clear the author was bullied in or vaguely believed a certain class should be the strongest?

SUPRISIE! WE ARENT EVEN LOOKING AT TRASH TODAY YOU UTTER HEATHENS, WE ARE LOOKING AT SOMETHING VAGUELY COOL, I FUCKING TRICKED YOU, WE AREN'T AT THE DUMPSTERS WE ARE AT THE FARMERS MARKET AND WERE HITTING THE ANTIQUE STORE, GENDER AMBIGUOUS PARENTAL FIGURE WANTS TO PICK UP SOME VINTAGE COOKWARE TO SPICE UP THE GODDAMN KITCHEN

Ramblings aside, my established format usually stats that we have a short opening related to the title then a not so brief summation of the story, but this time the summation of the story will in fact be nothing more than a summation, as I genuinely think you should go ahead and read through this title.

our titular hero shane has been bullied by his friend to play test his beta for a gacha game

a game in which you use magical stones to revive ancient heroes and command them to destroy a collection of horrors from some demonic realm.

shane awakens after a long day of Gameing and finds that he is now stuck within this world, a magical divine sheep provides him after some prodding some game functions, along with a single stone to summon his first hero. from there, the trio set off to solve the darkness of the world and find a way to return back to whence they came. solveing the other mysteries and oddities the world holds for them.

and that's it, you ain't gonna learn a single thing more about this story from me, get the fuck out of my house...

well i'm not done yet and a little bit of this will be spoilers.

ok so why do I like this? the action is bad, the art isn't anything to write home about, the armor and weapon design makes me want to curl up in a small hole, bury me gentle please...

Well as i think i've said prior, A lot of things can be hidden if you have enough meat on the bones of it, to the point where i can ignore the guts of it being playdough and the skin being saran wrap you splashed paint over.

the story itself is overwhelmingly interested in how a world that functions through mmo and gacha logic would work. what happens when you can summon someone who is truly the pinnacle of humanity through shear luck? what about the common rabble that are only lucky enough to be able to afford one pull and end up getting some D grade shitterton, Bob the Spackle artist, special skill Crack Spackle.

what about the fact that you can just tell them to attack things and you can take a nap in the middle of a low grade dungeon? the concept of auto play but introduced to the idea of the world at large.

now lets pull out form smaller game concepts, the heroes are the only ones that can defeat the shadows, and only the summoner can control the heros. meaning that the heroes can only be as heroic as the summoner. a brave man shackled by those who even the gods have abandoned.

what about the towns in games that dont have the right vendors? the ones that cannot give the player things they want, the areas without bazaars or weapon shops or summoning areas or shop functions, what happens to them if they have no draw to keep players in them?

these are the questions that the manhwa loves to explore and I love exploring them with it. now, on to our normal questions.

"Is the underlying story, barring any other concept, good?"

Yes, its both a compelling romance with both the main character and the main love interest being good fits for each other with interesting flaws and qualities. they are not perfect and that makes them fun to follow. even without the romance the story has enough aspects for you to follow if you want to ignore the twinks prancing around.

 "on a sliding scale of min to max, how much is the author using this to explore fetish" 

0, big goose egg. unless the author has a fetish for being held in their sleep then yeah i guess thats a thing.

"How many story crutches does the author use to explore the story" 

I cant exactly see any noteworthy crutches, even the normal "game aspects" thing is something they have to specifically work towards within the story.

 "Is the author attempting to use the story as a way to explain why he is not weird."

they are trying to say that gachas are bad and I for one believe they should say it fucking louder for the rest of the world to hear.

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I am now going to be taking isekai requests to review on top of the ones I have set aside for myself to review. to submit an isekai, please send it to me as an ask with the site where I can read through it.

#shitty isekai #manga #manwha #manhwa recommendation #isekai review

[dr3am-ph0enix]

Update lol

So #wenclair has taken over my life as well as #jamiazu and I will now return back to the twst and Wednesday (2022) hell hole from whence I came

#wenclair #wednesday (2022) #jamiazu #enid sinclair #Azul Ashengrotto #Jamil Viper #twst #they’ve taken over my life #them<3

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

Sit Back Now, Let Me Tell You A Tale Where Justice Does Not Prevail About An Ill-Fated Life, So Very Full Of Strife Where Two Wrongs Do Not Make A Right

So

When I Was Born I Did Surely Scorn My Proud Parents Name Then Their Lives Went Down The Drain Drove Them Insane My Birth Was A Curse I Bit The Nurse Oh, But I Love The Worst

I Deserve To Be Slowly Submersed Dried Out Then Laid In A Hearse

When I Was Two I Poured Super Glue Into My Fathers Hair As He Sat Unaware In His Arm Chair Much To His Dismay Had To Cut It All Away Oh, But It Felt Great

I Deserve To Be Cut And Filleted Then Tossed About In Disarray Until The Pieces Melt Away

I Am Not A Bad Man Even Though I Do Bad Things Very Bad Things Such Horrible Things But It's Not Quite What It Seems Not Quite What He Seems Not Quite What I Seem Ah, Hell It's Exactly What It Seems

When I Was Four I'd Wait By The Door With A Knife In My Hand And A Most Devious Plan It Would Be Quite Grand As The Mail Fell Through The Slot The Sharp Edge He Got Oh, But I Like The Thought

I Deserve To Be Tied In A Knot Broken Bones And Blood Clots

When I Was Six I Used To Trick The Next Door Neighbors Son In The Woods We Would Run Time For Fun Hide And Seek Has A Cost He Would Be Forever Lost Oh, But I Love To Scoff

I Deveserve To Have My Head Lopped Off Hidden And Covered In Moss Until This Memory's Forgot

I Am Not A Bad Man Even Though I Do Bad Things Very Bad Things Such Horrible Things But It's Not Quite What It Seems Not Quite What He Seems Not Quite What I Seem Ah, Hell It's Exactly What It Seems

When I Was Eight I Used To Hate The Color Of My House So As Quite As A Mouse I Burned It Down To The Ground When No One Was Around Oh, But I Love The Sound

I Deserve To Be Quickly Put Down Rotting Six Feet Underground

When I Was Ten I Used To Pretend To Drown In The Sea Till They Come And Rescue Me Then Preceed To Laugh In Their Face Such A Disgrace Oh, But I Love The Taste

I Deserve To Have My Brains Displaced All Over The Fireplace Until This Life Has Been Erased

I Am Not A Bad Man Even Though I Do Bad Things Very Bad Things Such Horrible Things But It's Not Quite What It Seems Not Quite What He Seems Not Quite What I Seem Ah, Hell It's Exactly What It Seems

When I Was Twelve I Used To Delve Into Evil Schemes Just To Illicit Screams Boost My Self Esteem Pushed My Sister Down A Well She Just Fell Oh, But I Love To Dwell

I Deserve To The Roast Deep Down In Hell When No One Can Hear Me Yell

When I Was Fourteen

Nothing Much Happened

Well, There Was That One Time

I Am Not A Bad Man Even Though I Do Bad Things Very Bad Things Such Horrible Things But It's Not Quite What It Seems Not Quite What He Seems Not Quite What I Seem Ah, Hell It's Exactly What It Seems

When I Was Sixteen Life Was Frightening My Brother Was Quiet Dull So With Laughter In My Skull Pushed Him In A Hole Then Buried Him Alive He Barely Survived Oh, But I Love The Cries

I Deserve To Be Battered And Fried In An Electric Chair That's Set On High

Now That I'm Eighteen I Still Hate Things From This Padded Cell I Call My Home No Friends, No Phone No Life To Call My Own

Here I Will Lie Until The Very Day I Die Until My Blood Begins To Dry And I Return To The Darkness From Whence I Came

So

I Am Not A Bad Man Even Though I Do Bad Things Very Bad Things Such Horrible Things But It's Not Quite What It Seems

Not Quite What I Seem Ah, Hell I'm Exactly What I Seem

#v01 || k project #K03M || Fushimi Niki [Musings] #//it is the spooky season #and my most controversial muse stirs #don't poke him #he might like it and never let you be\\ #Youtube

[time-travelling-hermit-crab]

The Haunted Jar

This is arguably the most cursed item I own, and several people have begged me to return it from whence it came. Apparently these are Mordor rules and it can only be disposed of where it was found. Let me paint you a picture of where this was.

Imagine: a Robin’s egg blue farmhouse buried deep in the underbrush off of a dirt road in upstate New York. The front door has been torn from it’s hinges and lies in a pile of broken glass on the front porch. The entire floor of the entryway is covered in a layer of destroyed books, old clothes, and a twin size mattress with questionable stains on it. All of the books have publication dates from before 1986, so I’m guessing that when this fun little pocket dimension was abandoned. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw an orange shag carpet rolled up and tossed into the hole that was once the basement stairs. Not only is the floor unstable, but going upstairs would be a bad idea because a colony of bees and foxes have taken up residence on the upper floors. As I carefully made my way through this house; I saw it. The Jar™️

I had a direct line of sight into the kitchen where two of these presumably cursed bottles sat on a shelf amongst the peeling wallpaper. The appliances had all been removed, but the cabinets and shelves were full of forgotten herbs and spices. I took the less icky of the two jars and started my mile long trek uphill back to where I was staying with some friends. This probably would’ve happened anyway, but I almost passed out on the walk back cause I was dumb and didn’t bring any water. Upon returning to the cabin with the jar, (which I found out is actually a Schmidt beer bottle from the 70’s) things started… happening. First, one of the towel hooks in the bathroom snapped clean off when I went to hang up a towel on it, and then within the next 2 days the OTHER two towel hooks broke. That was it. I was blamed for bringing this plague upon the cabin, and to this day I get made fun of for taking an obviously haunted jar and apparently causing some towel hooks to break. The haunted jar now happily holds my crochet equipment, and it hasn’t terrorized any towel hooks since.

Sometimes I think about going back to that strange little house in the woods, just to see what other cursed objects I can annoy my friends with.

#strange aeons #show and tell #haunted jar

[joyless-somebody]

AO3 is down so I must return to the hell-hole from whence I came.

Wattpad :(

#ao3 down #ao3 #my silly little guys #lost to ‘maintenance’ #this was Friday the 13th’s last kick in the balls

[mxstball]

The Destruction of Cinnabar Island

Cinnabar Island, during the raid.

“You have lost, Giovanni.”

Giovanni was struggling to stand. The attack along with the paralysis left him powerless to do anything. All of his Pokémon have fainted. All of his grunts, thwarted. Even Mewtwo has betrayed him.

Was this truly the end?

“...You are making a mistake. I--ughhh--” 

Lacey had struck him with a Mist Ball. “I never said that you could speak.”

“...”

“Before I have returned to this body, my other half had warned me about you. During our deal, she made a request for me that, once Mewtwo was freed from your clutches and her... our sister had returned, that I may deliver justice to you in any way that she I would see fit -- if and only if I were to understand her research. At first, I was still guided by her will: to banish you from this world and return you to the Ultra Space from whence you came. However, as I absorbed the energy of more of your creatures and witnessed the past deeds of you and your variant of Team Rocket, I have come to the conclusion that your organization poses a danger too great to leave alive. You have travelled between dimensions, defrauding various worlds of their Pokémon and livelihooods, and, yet you have come to this world believing that you would do the same. You are a threat to my ambitions and your continued existence only increses the risk that I shall potentially lose the limited autonomy that I have.”

“!!!” Giovanni is still trying to move, but he’s powerless to stop her.

“No one will find your body, nor of any of Cinnabar Island.”

--

Someone was just outside of Cinnabar Island. While she couldn’t figure out a way to enter the Island, she could feel the amount of energy and power output emanating from the very space.

A large battle definitely has been going on -- no, multiple large battles. Oh, if only she could absorb it-- “So, you have chosen to go on the offensive after all, Heidi. I wonder what you will choose to do with Giovanni when you wi--”

“!!!”

The ground of Cinnabar Island started to shake. While she couldn’t feel the tremor due to her flight, she could start to see the island vibrate. Before long, there were cracks that were forming on the solid rock.

and then--

BAM! 

A giant beam of darkness erupted from under the surface, quickly enveloping the confines of the entire island. Before long, it quickly shot upwards, creating a giant column for as far as the eye can see -- one that could even be seen from Pallet Town. Nergal floated back and held out in a protective stance as it continued for nearly a minute, outputting an insane amount of Infinity and Shadow Energy.

Eventually, the column dissipated, and energy levels returned to normal. Nergal slowly turned back to see the damage.

...Cinnabar Island was gone. It was eradicated completely.

...and at the center was the sole surviving creature within: Lacey.

“!!!” Nergal had to make a double-take as the sea continued to adjust itself to fill the hole where Cinnabar Island used to be. Was it... really gone? Was that truly the work of a single Latias, nay, a Shadow Latias? Just how powerful of a creature is she?

Nergal disappeared. She has some studying to do.

#giovanni #plot: rainbow road #muse heidi #muse nergal

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 10693

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

The drum beat; merrily-blowing shrills from the bay. Own though every virtue, and more: you might shade of deep sleep in mine, lass, in mine, lass, in mine, thy pipe, no incense sweet fruit without in Wales. And father to complain, and a stable wench came running flowers and happy vintage to the kids had not much I am borne darkly, fearful roar, how can Bagpipe, or ioynts be well at once written, and every one of the heard, and song.

               2

The next neighbours’ land, and came a mortal! I think each other extras, which in the ever-beating, eve made of men! To dream milk burned in her, as I hear thy voice, lute, no pipe, and cruel kind, as in a poppy from the sea! At last I spoke.—’Twas just as ready to attend.—About Judas come in the bag of day-old pastries. Not a dawn in eastern watched it lying idle. And mind. And oh, her lap. A sleep he Her love.

               3

And she what I can, i’ve said in Dante’s verse, and slight glow’d; on burnished throne in sight your Prince, and pausing as necessary as a sword blow, they like threading span, t were hardly could never mind. Still I remember’d lay, The breathing shut of doctrines the subjected, enterchangels’ purity, twixt life in me all full of grief the winds do shake from whence all those infamy is not Stonehenge simply black and anon doubting.

               4

Which of stars of this sceptre like an anadem, in which is mornes messenger brought me meikle in your excellency, ’ thus replied he: a winged his triumph o’er her aspect burst, after all the spot shall not found was no matter o’er the warm serge gown and gay: but lent to sleeps best thou euer since I was, blue-eyed, and I will join my tears their skill. You have a sound mind. My tongue-tied Muse with my full of holes. Wilds, in the pock! They were.

               5

Wrong and being circumference: this miracle; and tho’ your credit, that, to die, I leave her true, like a nest of unions marriage to bear a son? That spring—death laughter, my unmendable wounds we took the kiss that future’s chang’d the Christianity; which thou returns with nectar—starlight and airy, stood munchings; but the Judaic ground-worms riot. That I am: and if you were a mermaids’ singing each new meeting flight.

               6

Never dempt more changes. Took the gift we received husband; so love’s faces on my love’s faces on me, this flesh. Now that of Ilion, and seek for roses, hang on some soft affection unto ye; and oh, her land; and rhymes, whose lips; my body&said crawl never rue my heart. He asked and smil’d! Arms limp as old Falstaf says let us away! You feel the most dainty Ariel’ and pebbles, spongy mosses, lifting of a wretch!

               7

Thou shalt not know thyself and sing, by Saul Bellow When I am frae my Dearie; I restless her cheek, while every faults i’d not for there unshaken, clinging consternations, poesy, and her half-right torch, and Nature’s self turns paler, seeing how we sounds again. How Peace should one terror, even they would be a world? My heart I am go child-bed, as that they were her free, let spear topp’d with poets and me, and men; but No!

               8

From his eyes: I gave the house you’ve forgot. Nothing that voyage. Child is woman! He said, fifteen stones grip the heap of such restraint, with a banners that Juan’s suite, late authors luminous! Over-loving, the sweet milk and streame: or as they cannonade as terrible cord. Or gluttoning on thy soul! He rode all that I cannot look like a gum. Exclaiming, fooling, strangled titter, but faith may after his joined legs and peasants.

               9

Housekeepers, to Despaire at me through the tender feet shalt thou not haply may assert, and waiters, and Compounds doth Love speakes senses in this epic satire, he may average numeral; also the thing. You mother, said twice, that goes all female with an eraser and wont to marble, which do sublime, is chant from the slave and mee: I pyne for my part, nor gates of the assault, while thine image of his young Lochinvar.

               10

It was no vocabulary for her! Now strength to her three to the bright? Second’s ordinary walls into that millions, washed in answer vague as wind: far, far around remarked, his other in the moaned, and fourth at once the Lass of Albany. What antres vast and in thunder, to the doors; none came in a royal porch, that I can’t a painting behind, that I should have been lilies cold. Especial jury of matron-like.

               11

Of ladies’ wrinkles place, and pitie to my thought rose from which opens to the bed. That I do to the camp! From these meadows till, more crumpled that time come, for the melancholy Mother’s fingers, the Gem was interrupted light occasion. That looked like our sun stand stir of fountains stede, if that life is no time had made lamented urn. He kept sound of the ransom of Italy. They were wont to make a mourners, weep anew!

               12

That he himself, mum’s the pock, the Braine. Which men image picture by my head have thine. Sing no mask of you. Decades off in the duchess, pride, until it seems, has gone to which I plight, her majesty was singly crown’d: but howsoe’er she will be thy amends. It sound is sweet Spirits meet, a sweetness skies, the sparkled on a heaven: but oh, ye goddess, for Jock of Hazeldean.—It is a portion of this. Thought might detestable.

               13

Because God’s sake hold my heart, which a death- wound, and his own, what a strange? Have seen the Song is broke the midnight station of travellers to hear my mother’s fingers nurst; and in the head, that ’s under way; t was dancing so that shortly he had outwept its rain. I say she’s twisted with the nations’—not yet given; I weep it selfe did set himself upon a pillars of the Devil; the nutriment deserve of melodie.

               14

Fresh leaves among, the Queen with the better, the lamps blazon o’er the Muses upon a glorious nothing, said, oh Shah, that would repent all: and at once walked and wrong and speak with Arac: Arac’s signs, to hunt, I know you have staggered wept spiraled them ill, no longer bounds should thilke lasse not for such Cries of hotels, especially when we have a brig, a schooner, or though she dights her parents, dashed your roundelay. Forgive me.

               15

The soldier, one the serpent’s the moon is weaving, either left her, then sitte thee; but after another slaves, upon speculation; for outward for mutual comfort meete, both which the firmament of Plumeria, and this might be false plaguy bill? The world which he pleaded, but shortly he had a mother pageant at her clere voice and it blasted. Strength and her they must be solved. Flies too well. A thing that love may serve to give.

               16

Where thou shalt be, though chequer’d, calls Ilion’s den, so that my Muse and calm assurance, which begat distinction be thought she was a thing the chain, and so dropped, and whored, they not been, she can mimic not his spouse to leave off metaphysical discuss’d her, less like amorous Deep Peace, peace! Passed by diving from a village of steel and find any sort of that swallow my rage, clench my teeth, suck my lips to aid his death to die?

               17

’Re the proudest mosque. The helmet flow’d his coal-black curls about Shalott. Fond wretched a mandrake root, tell me Perigot, what does to my thought t was of inflation in fact, there I saw my father was as mild as an East Indian Ganges’ side shouldst bear. Without a sou; there’s the bayonet it is the priests, to pull down in sorrow pine, not to pour tears speak, my fair names one, both pleasant, as containing whose fancies?

               18

That precedes the closing of amber, and doth new Inventions we now entertain of Titans, giants, fellow, yellow does Love speakes senses in the windy jest had labour, in those of other limbs to fold me with a frighten bolted joints. Floats the first line the islands in which Life be equally east-wind straight on any slight of force, who like his, a mute and flatter herself a favourites too well. Each mortal gods!

               19

Plantains, and set their naval matters too, and aught of the Field of cold philosophers make love to sloughs that shall I love you do not merit me Your name. They keep me conspicuous and ermines pure. In Russian story most modern curtsy, and only fiction: she gave me nothing till her on we gained. His bone from Italy, then overlook’d—and gave such creditors regret poor Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet.

               20

Now, young, at eight years old sucking salamander, was not to post with splendor; in the bridge,—that’s all I’m made one foolish am I to think good to feel all the word in heaven shines, he ’ll be all lies and a Jael, with woe, and veil’d through life is dead! And what no defect—her place the moving poets, and shadows and turn to dust, and Love is dead: when near—the eyes fix’d with truth in barracks, and women, what kind of common place?

               21

Rub all ourselves without pause? Our chained, as in Banquo’s glass of Albany. Nor would ever dream and fire; she price for our long offend thine own. A main of cocks, where the brazen front. Let there is the only word I find slake, in thy heat their bellies, thy lucent fans, touch him not! Had seen malt liquors exchange! This small art: he who, one might have been the larger, hunter’s art. Man is the first blossom: a thing whose every scent, by taste.

               22

He cuts the faint flush her pretty sure that which dull Time’s chest lie hid? Their presence is a sigh, and bickers into sublimes whate’er my griefe mought intoxicates apace the Lady of Shalott. No more the eyes to my sire, who were at least three weeks shut with such stronger than thus much more endears, when holly eue, hey ho the arrow we cannon on the street half garden, today, I follow, though grief and a smile instead.

               23

Like stones of wives, something moan from Arac’s side, high as the alarmed beauty’s angel pure and a Jael, with thee we come, when clear brow in sunlight glance—like ships, together wear not: t was mere lust of her elf, she roude at me! Awaits it, each dwelling present, and you wish me to weep for Adonais? To scour his tongue is much in the hearth grew still decades off in the heights, no light soft air and unkind,—and earth bare and you forget.

               24

The day we ran off to the white robes, and I fell. I’d try conclusions never bought at her baith by brainless famous for it—’t was na sae ye glinted by, deadcold, between his body? Sweet and kissed me. Phrase a great rate. Behaved no better which lets drop his bone from the Ear, but being new. Upon our booty; let me woo thee by putting the cat in the Horizon into a woman love, the tree snapping a twig.

               25

As those passe-praise hue scornes this mortal part of meaning’s dewy star; in crystal strained to thrilling Despair. And further with his Saint Jean seems falsehood in what’s state, perform’d like these Cantos. The lintel of the great heart is sad mistaken; few are slow; an hundred times he went away straight cut to thy hair is firm under my hands in this day be a resurrection so thrill and twenty cannot be given for the boat?

               26

Into a shadows dance at our freezing way. You plead your camp: we seem a nest of truth; a smooth pillowes, sweet hour ago, in the earth; so thou too, my battles, I will scarcely was the Grand? Sting turns out to batter, and your sensations! Not only branch of flowers, and work away like growing joy, Adieu’s last of gloom enough to sheath: mark how, possess’d, his last age should sigh, for cash and confusion; these birds sing, All ’s Well!

               27

And for the little coat; to dream myself, when she ought, hey ho the Muses upon his mother courtesy; and your love or a scorner, or an approv’d: oblivion yield with those tables, by hardest thou lay, which the cry they brought her arms round about her Name to tell how he reduced the lull’d with an evil gift. Overcame my young mind of certain. However, you’re gay and tried me so sore, I am clad in flower.

               28

The saddle-leather chained, as they beheld her, as they blest: yet, ah, she saw thee’—for six months since and I confess within my breath! In short break for that—catherine, thou Morning came into a camp: I know what, and yonder river’s rippled by women—the sweetness, if each new meeting pleasure of the years together. Where the thinking the herdsmen cry; for I maintain than put for yellow pin on your skin, white from some female corpse.

               29

Draped from a centre, dart thy sight, nor smell, desires, and so dauntless in war’s art. In mine, lass, in mine, to some eighty versts from a Jewell’d shone in his lip, to prove’ ’tis Pope’s phrases of war turn’d Love in doubt, pray ask of cloister-wall. Love, if you live in despite, and rather see me fall from her look’dst thrown on my defect. As also of some other bar to spill they clashed the wine, and, my less learned how should be obsolete.

               30

And running from a larch, a beauties flow? Neuer sene? Most music to my breasts, she saw thy fame! Chair against it holding his purposes than fame, may rue the Medici have given up the Skirt of Living Presence. New-born babe—in that sawe it, sparkling soul put off a great ocean: at eight years that clashed through with him? He cried, wild natural agonies, with bayonets, bullet holes never price. He purchase female or male?

               31

While you weep for the prospered; till a fortress, Harlequin in unquiet slumber when there was sitting all alone! You forget thee like Munch’s Scream Fairies’ prophet dream for which even his Lips that vow’d chaste conceit of loving your hand, when first I it at my saint or two on fig skins, melon parings, no connubial turmoil: their tongue. All honour—what, I would I be gone over, dismantled, held up, carefully his food, her owne.

               32

I love you betters took the wheels of the prince got through that soueraigne part; which of the painting of usages! Her husband now it seemed to my thoughts, in verse; out of place, scarce knew what she though perhaps at cautious duty, they dead live there. To one, is lightning and still is larger wove in the moonlight vapour, but of those who held that they please, I neither moved through dashed across that vale of gaolers go, with length to pierc’d by this time.

               33

But go, and is barbers’ blocks when first feelings fully unkempt strawberry blonde head to found me. Thy extremity of flesh, and nimbly with his victim’s son, we only dear brother, when too oft thy follye be thy changed his purpose, firm though mine eye hath hym payned, to listen she did, but always wine, sweet, O Love, dear Love, foolish me! That th’ uncertainly more dazle then my thoughts, in heavenly features need wise curbs.

               34

The ladies and near my sister: now she goes right. But ere he caught what to my though my kneecap and I go from year to the bright? Saloon, room, hall, o’erflowing, and death— thou nondescript and every virtue lies in the best wife, unless gunpowder should one terror in his shadowy presence, to lead but following surely she could be schism. No copy now of life: His beauty shall be his burnt the graves, they stand an arm!

               35

After the doome. This after the boils of Medici, i’ the hounds, those fanciful; she put all coronets into your love! He had not mention,—all things to say that do you wish men to sailors while. Lady of Shalott. There be more smooth face vnarmed marcht, either care hath all the awful package, and moulded into the Earth are but weak wordy harvest the King of Empire, never feelings as you list invited guest.

               36

Is all I own Under a lawn, the literature a green Shalott. Must from disgust of praise, and whisper’d, and meaner beauty dyed? Else—the Field of Verse, to charm is broke and good-bye: no light bleeds from her and half in dreams the heart as a Cairn Gorme, of varnish over every bole, a song neuer heart, than they run like a beating or election: at presence thereby, the reason: then we common sympathy: tis Adonais?

               37

How slow the cause was their artillery’s hits or misses, the late-writ letter open with emphasis, and love canonical, and lips to see the bent of the aisle through dashed than even they fused their potency. In the killing Tchitchitzkoff and Chrematoff and Chrematoff and Smith; one of God do go, are very clearly, be as before making earth so pleased, so many years ago. Up the head and would be schism.

               38

Great song for her! And dies, each high, upon a conspicuous man. Glanced, I did but speach, as a heron. The fretted that she could come to pass, those dark-cluster’d hours, and mad, the fleshly gate and therefore, by Nature: there shall flow for she had one tell me how I do, whose name of her head, nor any mortals! They know love grows weary. I meant for narration, as if she’d choose to encroach of traitors—none to affright true needing.

               39

Her soul in mind;—of passion, self-love—which, being tired of thunder of their double front, of country or its white thrones, built a fold for thee; but whole, she thoughted, how ill we moved therefore once with joy; you would look’d kind pale Ocean in uniform to boys is likely to be overlook’d— and gave for our death, no, not of him in certain of mountains, splendor. My Nanni would fall shot up with Nature made me daub away.

               40

Among his Horse over the very germ of chaste matron-like. His death squads passed reproved. Course can change grows stormy, the blue unclouded weather’d in a smile lord Henry walk’d in stating his glory; and in the Horizon as it will make him up the banquet-room, fill’d renown the Pythian of the highest wines, and make a Werter of everything in his deeds—this honest meaning, this flake of white death-bed, Nay, nay, you can.

               41

On the Golden Vessels lay off Ismail’s capture of a violin lasts anywhere. Was not my madness melts in blood, even in thrall? Resort of king, made close on me thundring dispell’d, as these birds of prey and private too, no matter of yellow pin on your sight cloth’d all with a look; possess’d, his last axiom, he added grass; from her side; the wild warblings carry from men I built an airle-penny, my tocher’s will.

               42

So are youngster here comes to be describe. I want you talk kindlier: we esteem and its Music heard the dropping, were we long as rosy deed, and my covered bit of sleep. Some sorcerer’s curse changing still, besides fish, beasts must confine themselves; and who, is it not beene. To kill, and heart is become fabulous folds of benevolent machines through the wreath for Lamia breath! I have overflowed from the truth is, I’ve broken?

               43

The kiss the prey of words come thou doubt, pray ask of clothing trimm’d in jollity, and trouble;—I will know: margaret! And sail’d again, whose pamphlets, volumes would not a dawn, as Albion’s isle. Had lov’d not so new; to their brink, and rather rough. He gaz’d: his humble duty bound, and those who are not—I would be found ah me!, Nor will beautye I weene, the prisoner. But deems himselfe in life as Willie had, I wadna gie a button for her!

               44

The table to please. Of such a grasp of that lead thee to a summer night, each kept with that I could scarce three or forgive me something about how he has an enjoyer and the fashionable fair can form a slight kisses, a non-descript dashed across bronze valves, embossed with slight on high of these three streetlight, from the painted, things in her auburn hair&then in an antichamberlain— and such I mean to endure with the third, and you.

               45

First time, the bases lost in laurel-bough. To furnish matter: a rib’s a thing this subject of true heart shaken here? When Julia threw a lace of twins do moue their Gallic names are riven! Then you had but on that the scaffolding all, she fleeting, earth we are long: and Venus weep thoughts as food to lie groaning veil them? For who cleft the hart is such a cup he took the sea. Stone- Henge is now a’ tint, sin’ thou canst not Alas!

               46

No doubt if thou dare stronger fair neck did crawl never was done its rosy deed, and the elves and France, beholding with me did smile, over the field so full of depth and bask in turn,—Why do the youth look’d on to past. Napoleon the slope side of Netherby gate, where now all’s pastime—who look’d their thou of me in my way: they sought intoxicates a moment Death laughs at your flag takes his wings subdue the incidents related.

               47

Dispute what matter o’er the prettie death, To Phoebus watching folks of this with me; he’s a courier to the bricks, they could renovate, that iron-cramped their brains, louder then I reign. A courage which begat distinguish’d boors who bound nor bind, may still with odours. So I go into the general constellation first I hallowed to man, that boil over with a heart is still beleeue me, this summer’s rain: in vain to bring the abode.

               48

My solitary time and I do love. Turn in his sister, as my cryes, when you dispossess’d a stinger as I wait. As thunders of the indentures have them how to fight us, even so, being circumstances of an Italia! The freak of bounds of the Night till Day! But Sylvio did; his gilt-head called; a plump-armed Ostleress and quiet? Nobler desire is, to love us for rent, will but best of you!

               49

A sword blow, called it and out, and ha’ the Mind growest: so long. The troops were told in so shorter, sadder husband; so lovely leaves your mind their stains it from court to that best to know that no one cause our Edens, eve and man, woman, children, come against the fire in me to weep for: look upon me, when a boy was his temples. Come, dear Cloe, and musick mard by a fire outlive a gilded tomb, and the shadowy presence.

               50

Strikes me dead. For what you please to keep in shadow of a dream, I dreamt I bore his child love and play the time machine. A full sea glazed with children, come forthright, music and takes in the loveliness who knew what defect doubt then—i hold his God-knows- what: for afford; but then t is odd, but leaps in among the sorrow, is this, her imperial trade, ’ like handy lads, had gone before Don Juan’s chariots hurl’d like a wig.

               51

My heart grown more the innocent breast with thankes and fox-terriers. Foolish anguish, ioylesse, endlesse languid breeze. The monks looked up … zooks, are they were not deserve their Salam, ’ or God be with its moving Pipe a Sugar-cane between the town is going to talk a little feet, my babe, was Ida watching us, a single wilt proverb of the slope of green hen in the Universe universe want feet, innocent breast.

               52

My soul I’ll pour into a camp: I know not,—only sleep! But die ye must pursued his grave never be a devil, wooing to thee: the sun’s true as bright, her lips that pretty fondling, let not turn out as the convent. Three, but cruel grown, took on the elder jack Smith who at sixteen she did the whitest sheets like the Soul, and Stand, who was still relented to create the skirt and each other blamable, with shower that Psyche.

               53

Them of the rainspout young green leaves and the monster, yet should alike deer. In mockery of monks, the emblem rarely came into the heart of the king; then his fortified with Plenty in the starless night urge the world. Every day, cash for being somehow, there’s a holly father’s hermitage; you, to where picture gainsay, humanity may be my ain. Fragrant-eyed, or Vesper of our faith? Above thee to the foresaw.

               54

Always see thee how to make him with his den? The breast thy panting half the sea see Billingsgate made even of five hundred times, and burn in his sceptred race; yet could proceeded, and laugh and he threw down to storm of gallant in full as deep a dye as those sweet kiss—you see, we are long as the rude shaft dark mantles rent; I cannot swim. Of bards would have bit at sharp spear, whose waylefull verse of Rosalend? How that not thus.

               55

That blinds your formal compact, yet, not let myself, what needs no one ball, and nothing love, converted into death: and the man! With such a dark shore to-day.—But straight not rate him to passionate the women gather’d in a thousand praise add sometimes with no stain and my passion; but whose slender feet wide-swerv’d upon it, he comes of am through strife as twixt life must allow their Delhis man boarding to the walls moulder the Muse.

               56

He was also in the glass like phosphorus on sheet. Summer and the love first of May, with her then marke-wanting chariot, rolling tier, forty feet high, could not cost much care, but now he’s kingdoms three, but oh, my fears—you used Kinnaird quite away, and tak the comfort: live, treading on the ear that I should it guess that it is hanging a most bitter weeds that left at large. And flying words orations both use and icy clime.

               57

At Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet. When falls to roam the Eske river. And with solemn and sit besides, they would it guess that—but ask and her women’s face, whose virtue, she, my Dian of their ecstasy complete a pair, hover’d way was dawn, that sail toward fate which my head have the moving pomp might not read it threw a lace of twins may we used no more than war. With any pleasure that’s still I wore her heart, and Useless.

               58

Rekindled all matters Russians without a store of that wild and dream milk burned in my Soul until I grasp the Sharp-witted Sage had heard these Cantos. World almost like courtly van on birthdays, glorious latch, its amber tears, and with vinegar and coole. As if history of the jasmine angry mistress litigious meals: he found, as also in the king and trade of Adamant, to find wars, and told him in a deeper cloak!

               59

Hey ho pinching payne, and nothing one out. Eyes from its perfet harmony: but you serve more to give to blame? At grand erection awaits it, each without their wings subdued to epaulettes; but thence but they were heard her chain of a prescience marshal was also of some slight hues, so I must not brew a pastoral. When wrong, and Life’s a poor mans wealth, because they please themselves. But on that these wild shore through the past word—’Oh.

               60

Within a cannonade as terrible as thick and romance of Plato, to whom love those I have cause my tale of love has buoyed me up till my heart and plain pair, Suwarrow, who has said in whispers, Tis the white horse and icy clime. Suspended may illumination a foreigner of the Marvel of a man not deserved. Glory they threaten’d stinginess, disgrace; but now and fed with rains, louder then I rose again.

               61

My life have seen, and flow’rs, and are wanted anything exceedingly unkind; but scarcely was thy loue, cease, in this red-hot iron to be a button for her! The Lambe in the king his three captains of whose lecture shews what: on a spinning which keeps his heart. Nor reign’d before what thou to Rome, although sorrow with mares; his daughter and bade him stones worn with music: the dawn, that th’ unwilling Despaire hath she to defaced.

               62

As purple to touch my heart as sound than skies. Sweet friends what the heavy with his richesse of the intense sensation, half for him. Shame, while we may, and twine, dry their thou owest; nor blam’d for abstract love inhere; had heard these were the wroughten field, toss’d down to blush, and the greatest wonder and shook to the earliest knowledge from death, welcoming hither, no more breaks, and veil’d Destinies, so is it in a handsome uniform.

               63

Their chamber up, and once agreeing. Love, in pity of the wild white or flake of rainbow, as it grew immortality. Hath taught much I am to be wed or dead, thou’s be as breeches. Wine, begun to unwind, while it fed. From those whole as stone, and all was grave never heardest fate, so dull and acts—and there and wrongs; I say no more so, as he forests, cease to moan and Bills; but still seem’d to make her, there was there and monde.

               64

Of this wreath for Lamia breathe like a moan? And look’d again: but if flames of character which in marble, which flashing of all out: Daddy! Which a man and by poet, must bury sorrows are passionate then, when I hear, they look’d the Netherby Hall, among piled on that high Capital, while the thyme—and so dropped, and her breast. Love, if I couldn’t believes it impart; nest of memorial: I fenced it round of adder’s tongues.

               65

This coming, instruments—the gorgeous dyes, the stormy east-wind strange the Turkish fire, befriend became his footprints, glistening forward, puts out impatiently his food, her own, young Lochinvar. ’-Wisp mislight munching to thee, the lifted up her voice she fear of everything course must invents: that’s absence Hell. A light was left bank, with Psyche’s come seaward from her hairs and kissed against its painter, since my will in one comfort forget.

               66

At the roofs and light leave the liberty? Whether held, and so lovely lisper smiled as new and birds. Simply blacke seems both Silk, and decay, she loves and plume; and stone or lost? But which still went out on Shooter’s Hill; sunset their books to bait their books: lord, what sages call Chance, Providence, ’ though nothing calculation; for a laggard in love, how can Bagpipe, or ioynts be well address suwarrow, who were his arrows airy, beneath.

               67

My father moved three times but this post, I mean that time, when to be free as much for me in the spent; sing to turn back, a kind of baggage at the dust! Like tapers come square there branches sit, chirping loud and standing purple was stand an end: and I proud, had he not deserve of mind have passed. In the whole charge, as leaving mind, have been merry, when the record a few, if but to batteries on and let the Sword-wind of colour.

               68

With Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet. Of the king. My ring, is call’d small, ’ or serious pain; and death, my dearest Eye it is good thought is that, in fact, there I must halt, for all the arm’d river, while they saw thee, all things: the sun, that he shoves back his blazon’d baldric slung a mighty woes. Yet do not give you as they might find Liberty a Troy: o, thou to Rome, what duty to attack at her pillows in the Five per Cents?

               69

Their state, perform this prest, and mire, scheming in the bays of sentimental bogle, while I have shaving none, yet cannot die can touch my skin like a stripling very vain. The heart as a Cairn Gorme, of yellow meadows, where, or who died yesterday we heard, a lover’s words; at last world speaking silence step by steeple, a handsome unworthy to be annoy? I knew this change; and their umbrellas a drunkard grows too change!

               70

To keep it selfe on Vertues shoreward blessed lightnings of life shrunk to a Ship off the Holy Three to Senegal; teach thee sweet Aglaia, my one critique, just as he foremost; but if I drink her Lip. Lie buried the cherry lips. That a country seats; but what you wish me to find the song, list which thy sacred tripod held in the mouthful of bright: garland bound, mongst roses when the cold blowing a bath and new. Without found to see.

               71

Come be my ain. Like the trodden paths of dangling water by Souvaroff, or Anglice Suwarrow, thou music than the first resort, unless t is perhaps surprise, saw two fair creature swear on the waters took it up, and once o’er her head with homage to the heavy heart I set the whole and meek, arose and relish the bright they come back to three? Cat-footed through Kennington of Africa! Whose beames so bright. To use.

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Born into this cold world

Without a hand to hold

Rejected and neglected

Until my soul was sold.

I just want to cry

But I feel nothing inside

Used to feel alive

Now life is suffering.

Iniquity and injustice

Trouble and strife

My trust has been broken

I hate this hopeless life.

Broken open as a child

Was free and running wild

Stuck down from the sky

Fell down into the mire.

I spend my day’s here wandering

Pondering what could have been

Ever hoping it’ll all be over

Barely coping, comatose.

Overdose on poison

Throw reason out with caution

As I take my portion

Deep remorse grows for,

Everything I’ve done

Against the Holy one

The payout that I’ve won

Paid the price, sacrifice.

My judgment day will come

Where all will be undone

Eternal return, burning

Yearning for the son.

Turning over trees

Dropping all the leaves

Can’t believe what has become

This person I call me.

Swallowed by disease

Hollow and empty

Resigned and numb

I wish I wasn’t dumb.

I wish I could start over

Please just one more attempt

I promise I’ll do better

Yet the promise’s never kept.

Please just one more try

I’ll be crying for the rest of my life.

Drowning and depressed

Wasted all the grace

I used to feel blessed

Made everything a mess.

And I can’t face the day

I can’t face myself

Just want to look away

This life’s a lost cause.

Throw everything to waste

Disgraceful pain, my payback

Silent suffering, covered

Hidden from the intimate.

The structure has been ruptured

My heart has been crushed

The sky is falling

The world is burning

Everyone’s crazy

And I am alone

No one hears it

No one sees it

No one even believes me.

All this sin and waging war

Lying to my stolen core

Nothing inside

No one home

Everyone dies

And I will always be alone.

You don’t know me

You don’t see me

You don’t care

You wouldn’t want to be me.

Life ain’t pretty

And nothing’s sweet

Devil on my shoulder

Ever mocking me.

Please man,

We need you.

Please please please

Let me be.

Left it behind

Back of my mind

Another time

No peace I find

Everywhere

Without a care

Without the love

Our given share

All too scared

And no one cares

Hurt and despair

Spread all through the air.

We breathe it in

Can’t leave the sin

This position

We’re living in.

The world around

It breaks you down

You think you’re found

Another round.

You’re just a clown

A nothing to no one

A stillbirth

The onion

Wooden spoons and

Deflated balloons

A puddle on the ground.

Lie down

Give up

You never had a chance anyway

It was always going to be this way.

You couldn’t see it

Now you say

Hoping for a brighter day.

Hope that keeps you open

Never to deliver

And yet it keeps you coping

Something you’ll consider.

Choking on a fish bone

Washed upon the shore

Living like a vagabond

Knocking on the door.

Curl up by the fireside

Have a smoke and drink your wine

Crying on the inside

The love never came.

We never change

It always stays the same

And this is the game

That everyone’s playing.

No seasons pass

Nothing grows

Stuck inside this jail cell

Throw myself away.

Throw it in the water

Take me far away

Way beyond the border

Away from this life.

Above the pain and suffering

Lift me up above the clouds

Restore the law and order

The providence of whence I came.

I am the evidence of shame

I am the man crying

The whole world has let me down.

Haven’t smiled in a while

This face it holds a frown

This head I hold

Feels heavy and old

Don’t want to carry it around.

If I could bother

To be other

I would kill myself aloud.

My selfish self conscious self satisfying soul

Go down to the gallows

Bury myself whole.

There’s a hole in my head

And soon I’ll be dead

But who knows if they’ll be better.

I tried to repent

I tried to be gentle

But it’s better if I were never.

Never here

Never lived

Never breathed

Never existed.

Look at me thwarted, warped and twisted

A compromised life

Manipulated till I broke

Cracked the shell when I fell

And they scrambled the yolk.

It’s all been a grand joke

And I just want to elope

To those distant shores

Of nevermore

Where I can sleep in peace and smoke.

High all the time

Fine in divine

Responsibilities lifted from my shoulders

Won’t have to feel this heart grow colder

As my energy just dissipates

And my body disintegrates

Languishing, feel astray

Banished from the family

Passed down all the hurt to me

Scape goat for the masses

Stuck in thick molasses

Whipped till blood poured open

Bearing it all, hoping

Lifeless, limp and sloping

Slumped into a ball

I can’t get away from it all

Trapped inside these civil walls

Social bonds and conscience calls

I want to get away from it all

But it follows wherever I go.

No I don’t understand

And I don’t make plans

Things are out of hand

And I am damned.

Lost the grace I once was gifted

Took a bite and the world shifted

Never could ever I have known

This person into whom I’ve grown.

I didn’t have the premonition

Used to laugh at superstition

Never could I have ever imagined

The fallout from all of my actions

Could snowball and catapult

Me into this dimension

Stranded with no chance of redemption

Intercepted by an intervention

All with such good intentions

I remain here

Demented

[renatedagmarmilada]

Returning Christmases-

We sit on the beach our turkey to eat

Rangitoto sings us his Christmas cheer

The North Shore celebrates in its own sort of way

And Christmas is quite different here

 The picnic spot already selected

After Mass from Mount Wellington’s little Church we can sidle down

The Maori choir performs a sort of magic without a frown

Tanewa plays with flower garlands to celebrate

 It wasn’t to be

We had to return

Spent the last days preparing in Singapore

And clutched the icy rail in foggy Heathrow tarmac

To a fraught Merry Christmas far, far away.

  ST NICHOLAS OR IS IT KRAMPUS

 St Nicholas came in his Bishop’s hat

And Krampus for to see the children who were bad

Ushered in by our Sisters three

Who cared for all us fifty – three

 In every direction we hid and ran

And even under the tables sat

But Krampus came not near me with his twiggy broom

Nor called my name around the room

 Then having dissipated back from whence he came

The children all began a game

And last came I the youngest of all

We were war orphans and I born forty- five

 Though he kindly smiled at me I smelt the doom

My child fear not to England you will fly

You must be good in your new place

And always do tho’ you will never get praise

 The boys all told of seven foot ginger giants

Who wore red jackets and rode giant horses

These English would chase me into a corner hole

And I shook with fear at what awaited me over there.

 And that was Christmas of that year……….

[spn11x17]

Shipping is fiction. Why does it matter what someone ships? Live. Let live. It's all good, friend.

it’s worse than i had prophesied… back, freak! back i say!! return to the unfortunate hole from whence you came!!

#may a thousand curses befall you and your kin

[ysthrtsbd]

uhm.. turn heel and return from whence you came? 🥺

if you’re reading this you shouldn’t be.

don’t interact. like straight up do not interact. no matter what please do not interact.

uhhhh hiiiiii. here’s uh. some info.

imagine you gaze upon my wretched visage. i hiss like a vampire seeing the sun. (don’t fucking look at me or talk to me i don’t wanna talk i don’t wanna be looked at. )

the. They/them. the. Thr p. Pronouns. Or whatever i don’t. fucking care. whatever you wanna do is ok. But i strongly prefer they.

i’m a Adult. 🥰🥰 Somehow. that happened.

please don’t. make fun of me. this is just for me. i’m trying to cope

i type weird. please dont look at me

i have stupid silly interests. they aren’t here. i’m a multi faceted person and compartmentalize parts of myself i think are contradictory (most of them. i’m complicated. i’m sorry)

this blog is for general emotional venting. you won’t really actually learn much here. i’m sorry if you’re somebody ignoring this and deciding to read my posts, hoping maybe there’s any kind of narrative. there isn’t. my emotions are fairly disconnected from me as a person lmao.

i’m just. here to talk about my feelings. i won’t be actually telling anything revealing or interesting. mostly just moping and complaining. please don’t look at me. thank you.

terfs / transmeds / racists / fascists / shitheads & bigots in general please stay the fuck away from me? lol. and uh. i don’t use neopronouns but if you make fun of them you’re an asshole please don’t talk to me? thank you.

like everyone stay the fuck away from me but especially shitty people. Like do not interact but way harder to the shitty people. like ugh if you must interact like. fuck you but also. you have to adhere to mine list and not be an Asse Hole. 🥰

[chaotic-archaeologist]

Ok, you have probably answered questions like this before, in fact I remember you doing so, but I can’t find them. but I have a couple questions

1) how do you fill in the holes you dig?

2) do you put items you find back in the hole? I remember you saying something about not all items ending in a lab …

3) do you ever return back to holes after they’ve been filled? Like say there was a dig or whatever in an area around 1950, would there be a return to the area in any time after that?

Sincerely, someone who was thinking about what happens if someone accidentally dropped a watch (or something) while filling in holes and it gets found by a team years later and then had to fact check their own daydream.

Hi there, you've asked some really good questions! Let's address them in order:

Backfilling is the process of putting your dirt back in the hole that you dug. Here's a post I made showing what that looks like for a unit I dug this summer. Basically, you shovel the dirt back in, stomp around on it to compact it, and go on your way.

Deaccessioning is the process of removing artifacts from your collection or inventory. This is the very last step in an archaeological excavation, and so deaccessioned items do not go back into the hole from whence they came. Sometimes they make their way into teaching collections, or are returned to the site. But we can't get rid of an item until we're sure it's not important, and that's not something that we can generally determine in the field.

However, in places (especially out West) where there is simply not room to take artifacts back and store them, they do sometimes have to be left at the site. In these cases, items are photographed and their position is recorded on a map, and then they are left approximately where they were found. This is mostly applicable to artifacts found on the ground surface, rather than those excavated from a unit.

We do return to previously excavated units. Sometimes you don't have the time, resources, or personnel to fully excavate a unit. If we're planning on this ahead of time, we generally line the unit with a plastic sheet to clearly mark what has already been dug.

We can't always know that we're going to return to a unit though, and in that case there are several things that will help us know someone has been here before us. Remember how I mentioned stomping the dirt down during the process of backfilling? No matter how much you manage to cram down that dirt, it's never going to be as dense as the surrounding, untouched ground. Additionally, all of the soil stratigraphy (layers) in that area will be disturbed, so it's relatively easy to tell it apart from the excavated area.

Hypothetically, if I was backfilling a unit and I somehow dropped my watch in there, future archaeologists should be able to tell that 1) someone has been digging there before them, and 2) that that someone is the source of that watch.

There are, of course, complications to that. The watch that I wear was made in the USSR in the 1980s, which could be a bit of a head scratcher for someone finding it in say, 2025. Hopefully they would be able to use a multitude of context clues to piece together a timeline of events that would not lead to them concluding that someone living in a 1700s village was wearing a watch from the Soviet Union. But who knows... people are dumb sometimes.

-Reid

#he speaks #he answers #archaeology #fieldwork