#this clip is purely for my own enjoyment

[zombieweek-g]

Ohsama Sentai Kingohger Opening

#clipped purely for my own hq enjoyment #ohsama sentai king ohger #ohsama sentai kingohger #king ohger #kingohger #kingohger spoilers

[extrashotodepresso]

Endeavor X Fem!Reader

To Hell With It

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Only , Minors DO NOT INTERACT, sex pollen, unprotected sex (again, don’t do this irl), questionable consent, cringy, office sex

Reblogs and comments always welcome. If you have something hateful to say, keep it to yourself. I write purely for my own enjoyment and post just in the event other people like cliche cringy smut just as much as I do. I know Enji is super shit through most of MHA, and a lot of people just hate on him in general but let’s be real- if we don’t let fantasy characters have redemption arcs, what hope do real people have?

Summary: Enji is hit with a sex pollen quirk and you, his assistant of 5 years decide to help him through it.

“Y/L/N.” The speaker on your desk rang out suddenly, causing you to jump. It was your boss and the nation’s number one hero, Endeavor. “Come to my office. Now.” His voice sounded odd—as clipped and dominant as ever, but obviously different.

He had been strange since returning from today’s patrol, covered in sweat and dashing into his office without so much as a greeting. While he wasn’t typically friendly; he would normally offer you, his head assistant of five years, a casual nod in the least. With a sense of urgency, you rushed away from your desk to go to him.

When you opened the doors to massive office, your eyes were immediately drawn to him. Endeavor was behind his massive mahogany desk, pacing and panting, his hands threading in his hair over and over. He finally stopped as you entered, spreading his arms out on his desk, brooding and clearly tense.

For a moment, you admired the hulk of a man, eyes raking over his broad shoulders and almost 7 foot frame. He was still in costume, though not using his quirk, an unusual sight while in the office. The lack of flames licking across his face made the large scar on his chiseled face stand out even more. Your heart skipped for a moment like a fan struck schoolgirl despite your increasing concern.

“Close the door.” He abruptly commanded you. You obliged, shutting the heavy door as quietly as possible before approaching his desk like a frightened animal.

“Is… everything alright sir?” Your voice was strained, careful.

“I need you to do something for me.” He reached into his desk, pulling out a small red business card. He slapped it down, covering it with his hand and holding it still for a moment before he slid it across the desk, refusing to look you in the eyes. As you got closer to grab the card, you noticed a single bead of sweat roll off his forehead, landing on the wooden surface beneath him with a sizzle. He was quite literally burning up.

You looked at the card with trepidation.

“Call the number. Have them send someone immediately.” You looked down at the card in your hands; it was simply designed, a phone number with ‘Hero Escort Service’ written in bold black ink at the bottom. “Obviously, no one is to know about this.”

“An… escort sir?” You swallowed, not being able to look at him as your heart fell to the pit of your stomach.

Over the past five years you had looked after Enji Todoroki. Everything in his life he needed, you provided. You had been the one to arrange the paperwork for his divorce, had made him almost every meal when he needed to eat, arranged meetings with his children who seldom showed, ran all his errands and… you had been stupid enough for fall for him. Not that he had any idea.

He didn’t respond.

“W-why?” You managed to stutter.

“I didn’t call you in here to ask questions.” His voice was uncommonly stern with you. “Just do it (Y/N).” Yikes, he used your first name. A pregnant pause erupted in the room; your mouth feeling dry as you struggled to grasp the concept.

“No.” You managed to say with finality.

“Excuse me?”

“No.” You finally tore your gaze from the card in your hands, looking to Endeavor with pleading eyes. “Not until you tell me what’s going on.” The words you wouldn’t speak hung in the air silently… This isn’t like you.

You realized now, that’s exactly why he was asking you. He couldn’t—not with as prideful of a man as he was—debase himself like this. The question was, why was he asking you to?

“(Y/N). I will not tolerate your insubordination in this, or any other matter. Call it.” He lit the flames of his quirk as if to intimidate you. You didn’t falter.

“Something’s wrong.” You said, ignoring his display. You stiffened your posture, staring him down with all the strength you could muster. “I never question you, sir. Just this once, I need to know. Why are you doing this?” He looked you up and down, as if appraising you and there was something behind his eyes that made you tingle. He seemed to consider your question, you could read that he was debating wether or not to disclose something.

“I got hit with a quirk. This is the cure. Handle it or I will find someone who can.”

“What kind of quirk needs…” you trailed off, then, as if against your will your eyes dragged down his body, down his hero suit and you noticed the sizable tent in his pants. “Oh.” You swallowed, though your mouth still felt quite dry. He offered no additional information and for a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of the crackling of his quirk’s fire.

You looked at the card again, then turned the phone on his desk to you. He watched you with interested eyes but still said nothing. You dialed something frantically and waited for a response, taking off your suit jacket while you did.

“Yes, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Inform the security team to clear the top floor and enter into lockdown. Yes, just this floor, all other levels are to remain operational.” A pause. “Immediately.” Another pause. “Exactly. Endeavor is not to be disturbed, this is a direct order. Thank you.” You hung up the phone, trying to hide the fact that your hands were shaking.

“What are you doing?” Enji asked with interest and a little frustration. “I thought I told you-“

“You told me to handle it.” You quipped back. “Even if I call now, they’re not going to send someone here in time. These quirks just get worse until you… feel better, right?” You raised a brow. You had learned about sex pollen quirks in school. In most cases, the symptoms just get worse until the individual affected has sex to completion. Trying to fix it themselves wouldn’t even work, which is why there were agencies specially designed for heroes with this type of predicament. But you weren’t going to allow your Endeavor to degrade himself like that.

“… Yes.” He was still panting, looking over your body with a heavy swallow. He must’ve felt worse than you realized, judging off of his tensed muscles and desperate tone in his voice. How long could he possibly hold on? “But I-I can’t- not with you.”

You ignored the fact that that last bit tore your heart into a million pieces. The man you loved was in physical pain, your feelings hardly mattered right now. (Besides, you thought to yourself, given that sentiment this opportunity may never come again.)

“Please, sir…Enji.” At the sound of his name leaving your lips he moaned. “Let me help you.” You began to unbutton your blouse, looking into his eyes as you did. This was in a way embarrassing, would he be able to tell how you felt by looking at you? You chewed the inside of your cheek. You heard a feral sound emit from deep inside him as the opening of your shirt exposed your bra underneath.

“(Y/N).” He said, as if in warning. You finished removing your shirt, allowing it to fall on the floor and slowly began unzipping the back of your skirt.

“I promise, I’ll do everything I can to please you- just… let me help you, Enji.” I’ll do anything, but please don’t let it be someone else. Your skirt fell to the floor and you stepped out of it; leaving you standing before him in nothing but your underwear, stockings and heels.

He made his way around the table and just as you were reaching for your bra clasp he grabbed your arm to stop you.

“(Y/N).” He growled and the sound made your stomach flip. You looked into his eyes. His eyes were searching yours for any hint of hesitation though he found none. “I- If you stay in here like that I’m not going to control myself and- and I don’t want to hurt you.” The words came out in a broken whisper. He was shaking, clearly holding back his last ounce of self control. “Anyone but you.”

You ignored his plea, instead standing on the toes of your heels as you grabbed his face and gave him a searing kiss.

It was the kiss you had wanted to give him on your very first day. The kiss you had wanted to give him the first time he patted your head and told you you had done a good job. The kiss you had wanted when you saw him sitting alone in his office, staring at his phone with agony on his face as he desperately wished to fix his past. The kiss you had wanted when you were terrified he would be killed by the Nomu, the kiss you had wanted every single day after when you were just happy to see him. Your Hero, your Endeavor, your Enji. You hoped every ounce of that feeling could be transferred via skin, that with the crude brush of your lips he knew what you were desperately trying to say.

The way he returned your kiss you thought he might. You quickly became a clash of tongues and teeth, sloppy unhinged kisses driving you absolutely insane. You managed to pull away for a moment, the two of you panting.

“I promise… I can take it.” You kissed him a little more gently this time, feeling him groan into your mouth. His back shivered as you looped your arms around his chest, gripping for purchase wherever you could find it.

He lifted you off the ground, his tongue probing your mouth desperately as you tried to keep up. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you moved your grip from his chest to his shoulders, your hands moving over his neck and your fingers in his hair. You bit his lip, pulling it into your mouth with a gentle suck and he stuttered and growled. The violence of the sound shook his body and vibrated yours and you practically purred at the feeling.

“I’m going to destroy you, princess.” He let out in an animalistic warning. He shoved you onto his desk, using his hands to knock everything onto the floor before he pushed you down. You whimpered with the force of it as your head hit the desk, your legs were still wrapped around his waist and he ground himself against you, the bulge in his pants causing enough friction to make you gasp.

He kissed you while your mouth was open, tongue delving into your mouth attempting to swallow you whole. You were the one shaking now, desperate for every bit of what was coming. His lips seared down your throat, he let the flames of his quirk die out and you felt the scratch of his stubble searing your neck and chest as he travelled lower.

He grabbed your bra by the front, causing your back to arch off the desk towards his chest and he used his quirk to singe it off of you, the fabric giving way as he snapped it off your body. The sudden movement stung but you didn’t notice as his mouth hungrily attacked your right breast. His right hand grabbed at your left, massaging the tender flesh as he continued his oral assault. You arched further into him, panting and whimpering pathetically as your legs squeezed him harder.

He left your breast, licking down your stomach, using his hands to spread your legs off him while he lapped at your flesh. He landed a harsh nip at your hip as he kneeled on the ground. You shreiked and felt him smile into your flesh as he continued lower.

“It’s almost like you planned this, princess.” He mumbled into your flesh, his kisses and bites moving across your thighs and toward the apex of them. “It’s like you’re wearing these just for me.”

You knew what he was referring to. The very expensive lingerie set he was ruining was in fact from the Endeavor fan line; you had rushed out to buy them as soon as you saw their release announced and you hated to admit it, but the navy blue lace set was your favorite to wear to work. The thought of dressing for him and having that as a secret not even he knew was a guilty pleasure for you.

“I am.” You managed to gasp out as you felt his thick fingers caress the fabric. “It’s all for- you!” The last admission you might be embarrassed by had your thoughts not been otherwise occupied as he moved your panties to the side and shoved a finger deep into your unprepared hole. “Fuck!”

“Already so wet- what a naughty girl you are for me- if I had known…” whatever else he was about to say was lost as he brought his other hand down to singe off what was remaining of your underwear. The heat on your skin caused you to flinch, the sudden jut of your hips shoving his finger in deeper. Without warning his mouth landed on your clit, beginning an unforgiving assault with his tongue while he curled his finger deep inside you.

You were already close to snapping and he had just gotten started. His tongue felt like heaven, you swore you felt him searing his name into you. You hoped he was. Your hands gathered into his hair, your hips bucking into his face. When he inserted a second finger you looked down, as you noticed his starved eyes searing into you, watching your reactions to him you immediately came, clenching hard around him as you shook with a scream. He pulled back, watching you unravel and drip all over him. Enji let out a dark chuckle.

“Now I see why you told them to empty the entire floor. So loud- am I making you feel good, princess?” You let out a pathetic whimper at the use of the nickname, trying to shake your head yes- god you wished your brain wasn’t so blank, maybe you could tell him—“Well don’t forget, you’re here to please me, princess.” He pulled his pants down, allowing his massive raging red member to spring free. At the sight of it, your eyes widened, you tried pathetically to squirm back- there was no way—“Ah, ah ah-“ he tutted condescendingly. Now standing, he gripped your open thighs and dragged you closer to him, you could feel wetness of your own slick beneath you on the desk spread over your ass. “You promised you could handle it, and good girls don’t break their word.” His smile was dark and you felt your pussy clench at his words.

He held his cock in his hand, pumping it languidly and you wondered if this quirk he had been hit with was even that bad. He had an amazing sense of control-you had always heard that sex quirks made people go into a desperate frenzy, but the only person who seemed affected like that was you.

Enji dragged the underside of his cock along your folds, your poor overstimulated pussy quivered at the sensation.

“Hope you meant it princess- would hate to break my new toy as soon as I got it.” He muttered to himself as he lined up with your opening and began to push inside. “Fuck- (Y/N) you’re so- too- f-fuck-“ he stammered and you saw his control slip for a moment before he rammed himself all the way inside you. You yelped in pain from the suddenness of it, never had you had someone so…

“S’big” you whimpered weakly “S’too big Enji-“

It seemed he didn’t hear you as he began thrusting at an unrelenting speed. His arms braced themselves at your side, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he pounded you without compassion. Even the desk began creaking at the severity at which he was fucking you. He curled his body in closer, intolerably hot breath in your ear as he continued.

He had lost all control. He was grunting and whining and whimpering and repeating your name like a mantra, losing himself completely within you. You couldn’t feel pain anymore, just Enji. His crushing weight on your body, the heat rolling off him in waves, every vein of his cock dragging along your most sensitive spot; he was sending you hurling toward another release at breakneck speed.

“F-f-fuuu-“ you couldn’t even complete a single word. So this is what they meant by fucked dumb, huh? What the fuck had you been missing all this time?

He suddenly pulled out of you, leaving you to pathetically whimper at his absence.

“Enji- please-“ you quietly sobbed out. He grabbed your thighs again, using them to flip you over onto all fours on his desk, forcing your knees beneath you and your ass in the air before he thrust into you again.

“Gonna make you mine-“ he growled, and his voice was all you could hear. “Gonna mark you, gonna fill you up-“ this new angle had him impossibly deeper, you could feel him splitting you completely apart over his length.

“P-pleeease!” You finally managed coherence with a pathetic plea. The sound that came out of him was like a surprised sort of pleasure, like he hadn’t expected you to be so eager at the idea.

“You’d like that slut? Huh? Want me to fill you up with my cum? Hm?” When you didn’t immediately respond, he unleashed a quick but effective slap on your asscheek, forcing your dumbed out brain to process his words.

“Want all of it- please- please daddy~” his hand came up from your thigh and to your throat; not choking you but holding you up and arching your back to him as he turned your face to look at him. He looked into your fucked out eyes, seemingly trying to convey something to you in his stare before he settled on kissing you again.

He dragged his tongue along your lips, continuing his thrusting as he kissed you with a juxtaposed tenderness. You tried your best to kiss him back, but your lips were moving stupidly against his, the angle of your head uncomfortable and your hips doing their best to keep up with him taking up most of your attention. He curled his hand just a bit tighter around your throat and you exploded; flashes of white blinding you as you clamped down on him, your body spasming wildly as you lost yourself in him.

“Fuck- I’m cumming-“ he growled in your mouth as you felt a burning hot release inside you, rope after rope of cum filling you up. He fucked you through it and you felt his essence weeping around his cock and down your slit, collecting on the table below you.

Holy fuck this was glorious.

He didn’t stop kissing you for a moment, if anything he became more impassioned, biting and sucking your lips and tongue as his hips stuttered inside you. Even as his movements slowed, the kiss continued, slowing down but never stopping. When he realized you needed to breathe, he kissed the side of your mouth, your jaw, your back, and finally stilled inside you. You slowly collapsed down onto your forearms before allowing yourself to fully melt onto the table, cheek pressed to the cool surface while you tried to catch your breath.

You felt him soften a bit inside you but he refused to pull out.

You were a panting, drooling, dumb-fucked mess and when you felt him nibble at your ear the sensation distracted you enough to not hear whatever it was he just said.

“Huh?” You managed, dimly. He finally left you, gently rolling you back over to face him and allowing you to lie fucked out on the desk below him.

“How. Long?” This time he punctuated the words with kisses to your cheek and stared in your face waiting for an answer. His hand came up to your face, thumb stroking your cheek gently.

“How long what?”

“Don’t play stupid with me, (Y/N).” He growled and glared down at you. You knew what he was asking but smiled despite yourself as you replied;

“Whatever do you mean Enji?” You chewed your lip, your previous feeling of confidence and ecstasy dissipating rapidly. He refused to repeat himself so the two of you simply stared at one another awkwardly. “I told you, I just wanted to help.” You tried to cover. He had told you before any of this that he wanted it to be anyone but you, how could you possibly admit how you felt now?

“I know you do.” He said, with sudden certainty. “So answer the question before I have to punish you.” His cock twitched against you as if reminding you of his capability to do so. You instinctively bucked into him again, the overstimulation of you both causing the two of you to gasp.

“You know I do what? Enji, I do everything for you. Wouldn’t it make sense for me to help you with this too? Why would there be an ulterior-“

“You love me.” He clarified, not willing to tolerate your stalling anymore. “How. Long.”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling more exposed than ever. Ironic, really, considering what you had done.

“How long have I been working here?” You cracked a broken smile, feeling utterly pathetic.

“Five years, sixty-one days and fourteen hours.” He answered without hesitation. Your eyes widened as you studied his expression. What had been a stern gaze had become a soft smile, if not a little sad.

“There you have it.” You admitted. You both sat in the pregnant silence for a while.

“To hell with it.” He said, as if he had just decided something. He leaned down and kissed you again, with a gentle tender passion that slowly grew. You eagerly returned the kiss, feeling his length harden against you and his arms creep around your torso.

He pulled you up to a seated position- he picked you up and moved you to the couch in the center of his office. He laid you down gently, reaching over your head, feeling for something through your kiss until you heard a click. He had reclined the futon so it laid flat to give you both more room. You smiled into him, it was weirdly considerate and a little romantic of him.

You pulled at the hem of the top of his costume- wanting there to be nothing between you and he readily obliged. After doing so he brought your legs up over your head and peeled your stockings down one by one. Clearly, he felt the same. He removed those and your heels gently, and your skin prickled at his soft and careful touch.

This was certainly different.

You pulled away from the kiss, suddenly distracted by your own thoughts.

“Wait- I thought- has the quirk not worn off?” You were a little out of breath already again, his tender kisses were dizzying.

“It has.” He returned his lips to yours, slowly moving his hips back to adjust his angle before slowly pushing himself back inside of you. You gasped into his mouth as he began to make actual love to you, your brain slowly losing out to the sensations of pleasure.

“Enji-“ you moaned into his mouth.

“You’re mine now, (Y/N). I’m never letting you go.”

You spent the next several hours having a soft, gentle love making marathon. By the end of it, you simply passed out in his office, you wouldn’t be able to stand anyway.

He sent away for someone else to bring you some clothes; after all his secretary was busy at the moment. She would be for a long time.

#enji x you #enji x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #endeavor x reader #endeavor x you #endeavor smut #sex pollen #bnha x reader #mha x reader

[localguy2]

I finished DR part 2, and holy hell it was fantastic! Spectacular First season!

...

So now I'm gonna talk about Episode 17 - The Administration: (spoilers)

The Administration is genuinely a work of art in my opinion, this feels like a mix of old ninjago and new ninjago, it manages to overcomplicate so much-

Yet simplify and clear up everything just as fast-

It's such a brilliant mix of both, and this only managed to make the humor in this episode infinitely more enjoyable and funny, I have not had this much fun with a Ninjago episode in such a long time, it's beautiful.

Speaking of which, goodness gracious THEY DID NOT HOLD BACK WITH JOKES, Doc and Kevin went all out with the humor, and THEY KEPT DOUBLING DOWN ON EVERYTHING BY CONSTANTLY MAKING IT ABOUT PERMITS AND LICENSES.

it only makes Zane's comment about The Administration's gross incompetence hit even harder, these guys have overcomplicated their own system so much, it's slowing them down tremendously.

And don't even get me started on Zane himself, he has so many BADASS MOMENTS IN THIS EPISODE, HE'S SO COOL!

(my soon to be new pfp, don't care he's killing it in this scene)

He's pulling a Death Note reference for crying out loud.

And all around, everyone was extremely loveable on this episode, the Administration is extremely stupid but their pure dedication is hilarious and admirable as well.

Lloyd takes a bit of a back seat for some of this episode until like the last third, in favour of Arin and Zane taking over.

And Arin once more proves he's nothing short of an absolute little sweetheart, the kid literally apologises for not sharpening the pens.

(That whole scene with Zane asking why he had pens on him was so funny when I was watching the first time oml).

And I briefly want to touch on the Jay appearance:

Oh my god this fucking idiot literally HAS THE SAME EXACT PERSONALITY EVEN WITH HIS LOST MEMORIES.

If it weren't for Doc and Kevin saying he lost his memories, NO ONE would've known that he has memory loss just from the clip alone, and this scene has an amazing implication:

Regardless of whether he has memories or not, Jay would still act the exact same.

Jay fans, you guys ate good today, and good as in your favourite character having like ~35 seconds of total screentime (out of like, 26,400 seconds).

There's also the Dragon Core, Zane going crazy with his car, Arin asking the agents about his parents, Kai's scene with Wyldfyre and him mentioning how his sister merging with the Sea affacted him in such a deep way (fuck yes IT GOT ACKNOWLEDGE FINALLY), etc

And it's all so fantastic and well rounded, I legit can't get enough of this episode and I'm fairly certain it's my current number #1 favourite episode in all of Ninjago, so congrats The Administration! For being one hell of a banger.

#ninjago #zane julien #lloyd garmadon #arin #ninjago spoilers #ninjago dragons rising spoilers #Ninjago dragons rising #Rewatch that episode 20 million times if you have to #It's so good #And that's not mentioning the other 4 episodes #Like episodes 18-20 are better #Like I'm not even gonna argue it #Those episodes ARE BETTER #But it just so happens to be that I fell for The Administration #It's captivated me damn it #DR is so good...

[artificialandroid]

Alright! So! I'm a fucking idiot A few days ago @r0m4ndotexe mentioned piercing headcanons for the NuCani boys and I meant to do something with it after the anxiety of posting and tagging died down only to promptly forget about it. Sooo!! Please indulge me as I rant for a moment and commemorate yet another "rare" post to these morons.

Eiden: Of course he had his ears pierced, nothing super complex or overly interesting but just the incredibly basic lobe studs as a fun starting point. Do not let him fool you!! The lip ring he wears is a fake! He will try to convince you otherwise! He is lying!! Yakumo: Obviously the easiest answer is to simply mention his gemstone and honestly I'm going to stick with it. Look at this poor boy and tell me he wouldn't be absolutely terrified of needles. He does like to add little decorations to his gemstone though!

Edmond: Absolutely not! He's thought about them of course and he's let his eyes wander more than once to Olivine's gemstone but he also has more than enough restraint. It'd be too impractical for a knight to be worrying about getting it caught anywhere, not to mention the maintenance. He's too busy and too worried about other things, but it's not like he hasn't thought about it.

Olivine: Olivine Olivine Olivine by sweet summer boy, of course, he has piercings! Nipples, lobes, helix, I'm again going to count his gemstone as one just for shits and giggles. However! This is where things get funny~ He does in fact have the piercing he mentions in one of his homescreen dialogues~ Originally he wasn't going to! A man of the cloth can't be allowing himself to be too indulgent after all, but then of course Eiden comes around. If you're going to name a piercing "Jacob's ladder" then it must be alright to some degree~?

Quincy: Too troublesome, because of course they are. The upkeep, the healing time, and the risk of getting it caught in a tree branch is just not worth it. Eiden has begged this man many times to get something, purely for his own enjoyment but the farthest he's managed to get is clipping a few of his fake rings to Quincy's ears while he's asleep and simply enjoying the view until he notices, or cares.

Kuya: Kuya Kuya Kuya, this man, this bastard of a man. Absolutely zero interest in the concept at first, I mean, what's all this uproar about sticking holes and metal in your body? For fun?? Humans are weird. Up until the point where he overhears Eiden's many attempts at begging Quincy to get his tongue pierced, it'd just look so good on him! Kuya isn't going to speak his agreement, but he will have a little surprise for the younger master the next time he's in an important meeting~

Garu/Karu: No, mostly for their own safety. Garu is interested though! The little shiny decorations that nearly everyone seems to have look like so much fun! But Karu is so against it that it's hard for Garu to hear his own thoughts. Why should they mark themselves like these lowly humans!? That and I'm again a firm believer that Karu is also afraid of needles but refuses to admit it.

Blade: Honestly I had a bit of trouble with this boy, at least in terms of trying to add some kind of reality to how it would work for him. Personally, I think he'd be incredibly interested, Darling looks so cute with his piercings and he loves loves loves when he shows them off! But I also think that it just wouldn't be that easy to actually pierce an E-droid's skin, that doesn't leave out fun little stickers though!

Dante: Number one on my goddamn bastard list, yes even in front of Kuya! Give me an SSR you bastard!!! Still love him though and what would make him even better!? Give This Man Traditional Middle Eastern Piercings!!! Give him that nose ring with the chain! The ears! The belly button! Bangle This Man!!! Please.

Rei: Now I'm again going to cheat here, Rei looks fucking identical to one of my own OCs so I am making the decree that they have the same piercings as well. Lobe, industrial, two helixes and of course the tongue. Easy, simple, 1000% self-indulgent, let's move on shall we~?

The familiars: Honestly the two familiars were the easiest for this (besides Olivine) so I may or may not be splitting this up a bit~

Little Aster: I don't care that it's probably impractical but this little guy has his wings pierced, not the actual membrane itself but simply cute little rings and chains around the forearm. Aster: Another easy and simple but he definitely has his lobes done and probably all around his helix as well. Scarlet Finesse: Now this! This is a masterpiece! Every piercing he has in his basic form with snake bites to cap it off~ I'm also a firm believer that much like Yakumo, Aster has a forked tongue. It's not as pronounced as Yakumo's is but Aster does have both sides of his tongue done.

Little Morvay: Best boy, baby boy, cute boy, so cute I'm going to strangle him I swear to god. I don't think he has any piercings in this form and originally had the idea of at least giving him little rings to put over his little horns but I'm going to scrap that idea. Morvay: Baby, baby, baby, baby, who going to match with my other baby and have his nipples pierced as well as simple little lobes and that helix. After all, what incubus wouldn't have his nipples pierced??? Mauve Mayhem: Everything, god damn everything, he's the other half of the reason why Olivine has so many and no I don't have favourites. Nipples, bellybutton, Jacob's ladder, industrial, helix, lobes, snake bites and his tongue. But~ Just like Aster and Yakumo, he has a differently shaped tongue, although unlike them, it's tapered. He has three studs down the middle~! There! Done~! I did it~!! And if you've made it this far, thank you for reading my mad ramblings! Hopefully, it's all coherent enough! Good luck with those pulls~!!!

#artificial spit #nu carnival #nucani #nu carnival eiden #nu carnival yakumo #nu carnival edmond #nu carnival olivine #nu carnival quincy #nu carnival kuya #nu carnival garu #nu carnival karu #nu carnival blade #nu carnival dante #nu carnival rei #nu carnival aster #nu carnival morvay

[atopfourthwall]

I find that a bit interesting because, IIRC, the guys at Team Four Star don't really want people to "prefer" DBZA over the original because, at the end of the day, it's just a parody. Maybe I'm biased because I am a Latino who grew up with Dragon Ball (and we Latinos take Dragon Ball REALLY seriously lol), but I totally understand that sentiment, especially when I see people saying that DBZA is "superior" to the original show.

And of course they can say that! And I get the attitude and why they encourage people to watch the original. But I didn't grow up with it like they did - I don't have the same feelings Dragonball inspires in them and how important it was and honestly watching clips from the actual show just does nothing for me. The DBZA crew have a great sense of comedic timing, editing, writing, and just in general talent for creation that extends into their other projects and it gels with me. I like TotallyNotMark describing stuff that happens in the bits that DBZA never covered like GT, Super, and the Buu saga, but I just don't see myself ever sitting down to watch it. I'm sure that's the case for a lot of people when it comes to certain shows and movies - they like hearing them being TALKED about, but the investment to watch them is just not going to be there. It's often like that with Night Mind, too - there are a ton of Unfiction projects that are phenomenal... but I don't know if I have the patience to watch them (especially huge, years-spanning ones like old Slenderverse stuff) since a lot of the investment requires paying very close attention to the material and these days with how I work I don't have the free time to watch a lot of stuff purely for my own enjoyment (I'm mostly watching stuff while editing or eating).

[iznsfw]

We all know that you're a big Eunbi fan. It kinda came as a surprise that you love Taeyeon as well (You listed her in your idols list but never really post much about her until a few months ago).

Then learning that you love Irene too 😮

When did you get into Irene? What the video/clip/photo or gif that first got your attention of her?

What was the tipping point that really made you lost you mind and lewding Irene?

Nothing to see here... Just Irene teasing readjusting her skirt

Maybe... Just maybe... She's horny thinking about performing her bunny duties. Using the palm of her left hand to secretly rub against her own clit. Subtly positioning both of her hands and thighs trying to muffle the sounds of the vibrator inside of her

"Not in front of the members... Not on a live program!"

And just for fun, since we're talking about bunny duties, could you give me the most breedable look from Irene, Taeyeon and Eunbi?

Yes yes yes I love Irene! And Taeyeon, too, of course. Eunbi's my number one so I post less about them, but I will write more of them soon <3

I got into Irene after watching a clip of her having a sixth sense, basically a video where she flinched even though nothing was making a sound, then caught a picture frame before it fell on one of the members. I thought that was pretty cool, and she's gorgeous, too—so of course I had to love her!

Then I watched those fanmade YouTube videos of her being unintentionally funny, then I went full stan mode.

The point where I began to lewd her was when I read a few Red Velvet fics. Also, she has this pure mommy energy about her—she always works to get what she wants, and I find that really hot impressive.

Breedable looks on the go:

Irene

Casual girlfriend look then a breedable cosplay. Fuck.

Taeyeon

Maybe I'm a subby Taeng enjoyer. This is the look she gives you when you come home after a long day, leaving her helpless and needy.

Alright, i'm writing this.

Eunbi

This fuelled Home—she has so much wife material in her that I just can't help but write another thousand fics about her.

My top three for you guys <3

#ask #asks

[myburntwritings]

Day 14: Fav group scene

Because we've had singular scenes, duets, and now groups, I am personally taking 'group' to mean 3 or more. Unfortunately for me, this also opens up a much larger pool of scenes to choose from. Not only do you have the finales, the Klub blinding, the wedding sacrifice and storm dance, and the invasion, but you have all the 3 or 4 character scenes that, to some, may not be fully considered a 'group'. For example, the Shell Bedroom scene would technically be a group scene with Hecuba, Polymestor, and Luba. Pretty much everything in Peep counts as a group if you count The Furies, and I always do.

But I'm still going for the blinding. And I'm going to be incredibly specific instance of the blinding here (because who doesn't love specificity?) This was the blinding that took place on the 30th March 2023.

I'd been following Hecuba, played by Kat McGarr. She was, as always, utterly wonderful. At the urging of a friend (@my-burnt-city) I made sure to stand near the window so that I could watch Polyxena and Luba come around the sides of the desk and lift Hecuba down, the three of them storming to the window.

We entered the Klub, and I moved to the far side to the office, the window opposite me. I watched as those who had been summoned entered the ritual one by one. I saw Hecuba stalking behind the crowd, her gaze fixed on Polymestor (Played by Louis J Rhone this show) as he revelled without a care in the world; without a care for her murdered son.

Those summoned moved further into the centre. They began to celebrate, to goad Polymestor into believing they were merely here for enjoyment. The music changed. The ritual began in earnest.

I thought I was imagining it at first. A reflection of an audience member's bejewelled hair clip, a sparkly shirt catching the light in the window.

Apollo appeared, ghost-like through the window. He was wearing the crystal mask, the mask that brings death and destruction to any who put it on. He spread his arms, almost bowing to Hecuba as he recognised her summons. He had ignored her prayers to save her city, but he would not ignore her prayers for her vengeance.

Polymestor moved through the crowd, dancing into the circle. On the other side of the veil, Apollo danced with him. From the other side of Divinity, Apollo controlled this would-be King Pin who offered his prayers to false Gods. Moloch had no power here anymore as Apollo danced and moved the drugged Polymestor to his whim, whirling and writhing him into confusion.

Polymestor was caught by Kampe and kissed deeply. The rest of the summoned dragged him back down to the floor.

Apollo retreated, melting into the background, into the reflections as those bound to Hecuba's vengeance began to extract it. He had no need to be here anymore. He had done as the Queen wished.

He surveyed his good work from the chair behind Polymestor's desk; feet up, lounging. The golden prince of Gods. He removed the mask as Hecuba removed Polymestor's eyes. He left the mask on the desk and disappeared from the office.

I've always loved the blinding. This was the first ever show where I had seen Apollo attend - which became a regular fixture for Loop 1 blinding from this point on. It was something that was not spoiled for me. I did not know it was going to happen, or indeed that any changes had been made at all. It was pure luck that I stood in the spot I did, that I noticed Apollo in the window.

The moves changed over time after this addition. Different Apollos played it in different ways. I also had a show maybe 2 or 3 from the end of the run where I was stood side on to the window, and as Apollo and Polymestor danced, (Polymestor now thinking he sees something in the office,) the reflection from where I was positioned made it so that Polymestor was wearing the mask, fixing his own demise in his craving for power and wealth.

Still, even with 5 months of this phenomenal change, I don't think I will ever get over the very first time I saw Apollo join in with the blinding.

#the burnt city #punchdrunk #immersive theatre #greek mythology #greek myth retelling #the blinding #group scene #Hecuba #Polymestor #Apollo #tbc 30 day challenge

[luluwantstoloveagain]

I know I barely have any followers on here (apart from my biggest fans, the #tumblrbots) so really I am just throwing this into the void - it's funny, it's like throwing a paper aeroplane off a hill knowing where it will land...I digress.

Autumn is my favourite season (obviously, because it's the best), but it can get tough and pass by too quickly. I'm collecting problems and disorders like a hyperfixation. SO, here is a list of things that are making life bearable as a sort of log for myself, or if anyone were to stumble across this, these things might help too.

First off, I've started re-reading My Year of Rest and Relaxation, by Ottessa Moshfegh. I know everyone (especially Book-Tok) have their own opinion of it, but I cannot deny that it is an enjoyable read especially when you're going through it. There's something very comforting in the fact that the protagonist just halts everything in her life and drops off for a good while. No it's not healthy. No I definitely shouldn't consider doing it. But ugh a girl can dream.

Now onto music - Lorde's music has been a kind of medicine, or at least a pick-me-up since I was 15 and thought that every inconvenience was the end of the world. Well, now I'm 20 and not much has changed. To listen to Pure Heroin in my adolescence and to now be at Solar Power, Lorde has encapsulated this weird feeling of growing pains that I've found difficult myself to describe;

"Cause all the music you loved at 16 you'll grow out of And all the times, they will change, it'll all come around" 'Stoned at the Nail Salon', Solar Power, Lorde.

She also releases these newsletters every so often which are really lovely to read. You can sign up to them here:

I saw her on tour with my two best friends at the time (childhood, and college) and it was honestly the best concert I've ever been to. For the sake of nostalgia, I'll insert a clip of it.

Writing has also been helping. It's cathartic and you can just word vomit on a page with your pen and let it all out. The best thing is, no one else has to see it. You can right something down just to screw up the page, tear it up, burn it (responsibly, please). I'm on my third journal right now and it's one of those objects that if someone asks you, 'if you were on a desert island, what 3 objects would you bring with you', it would be one of them. The cover is of Bridge over a Pond of Water Lilies, 1899 by Claude Monet and it has this gorgeous shine on it. I love it so dearly, and I love the words written inside of it even more.

I think that's it for now. It's time to go rot in my bedroom...

#depression posting #coping skills #actually mentally ill #otessa moshfegh #lorde #claude monet

[aph-japan]

Hetalia A.M.V : "KIKU Won't Say They're In Love" {Giripan Edition} {J.P.N Dub'd} MUSIC (C) Disney; Hetalia (C) Himaruya Hidekaz Edit by Me / @aph-japan featuring DUO/SHIP: Herakles x Kiku {Giripan} (side Kiku focus) + bonus appearances from others {+supporting Kiku + Giripan}: Ludwig, Feliciano, Alfred, Francis, Arthur, Yao {Yao specifically as friendship}, {others can be read-in on side where wanted, or as platonic} in that order (I am using human names to keep it from showing in Search)

All clips used are official; (J.P.N version characterization{s} notably of Kiku Implied) preview image + others near end are from the strips. (This isn't sub'd yet due to edit constraints, apologies!) {Maybe you can still get enjoyment out of it Though}

Disclaimer: This is FAN-MADE. No $$$ is being made off this fan-work. Summary:

“I BELIEVED them, I’ve BEEN tricked”

“You’re JOKING, right? I CAN’T say it,”

“I understand, as expected; because of my wounded chest, My HEART stretches and splits.”

“I CAN’T LET MYSELF Cry,”

“Don’t hide your FEELINGS,”

“For your heart’s sake, GO AND FIND HIM, QUICK, QUICK, hurry!!”

(in Eng) "I WON'T SAY I'M IN..."

My Commentary:

My hobby is to randomly throw something into H.W.S Kiku tags and then immediately refrain from speaking.

Even though I might have my own views re: this series, Semi canon compliancy with at least these parts is Implied. {Yao, meanwhile, supports Kiku purely as a friend/acquaintance} (Most of Kiku's relationships shown can be viewed as either past closeness or former relationships ended on {mostly} good terms. {Kiku May Have Complicated Feelings})

Hint: On the player above, hover over it + click the "gear" icon and select "1080p" for slightly higher quality viewing!

{DO NOT Copy} {DO NOT re-post} {DO NOT remove caption} {DO NOT edit or re-produce without Permission!} (Trust Me, I Will Know)

(It'd mean a lot to me if you could try)

(Full Lyrics + original under the 'read more'!)

#giripan #greece x japan #hws japan #heracles karpusi #kiku honda #aph japan #aph greece #herakles karpusi #hws greece #honda kiku #otp: slow paced world #(There is a Very Clear running Theme in These and It's) #(KIKU VOICE ' I HAVE A N X I E T Y ') #(This genuinely took me an entire evening because I'm working with extremely limited LOW QUALITY TM FOOTAGES) #(Because that's all I had to work with) #(The others are showing basically as background support and because I like to Poke Fun @ This Series As Much As I Can) #(I'm Especially Poking Fun At Al Here) #(BUT ALSO KIKU So Yeah) #(Let's just say yesterday was having me see a ton of Kiku get shoved into my feeds and I NEED to get that out of system SOMEHOW) #(Awesome people Will Ignore If They Don't Care To Watch)

[revolutionaryfiction-is-pain]

Les Misérables London West End 2022-2023 Cast:

Jon Robyns as Jean Valjean:

I really loved Jon as JVJ, his performance was so dynamic and powerful. Probably one of the best JVJ’s in terms of acting ability - he was amazing throughout. The looks and head movements he gave towards Javert were hilarious: he was done with everything Javert was doing. When Javert entered the hospital the look was basically the definition of ‘dude! She’s dying! Not the time!’. He also had amazing vocals (not my favourite this year) but his bring him home was beautiful. The main part of his performance, like I previously said, was the acting.

David Thaxton as Javert:

Amazing Javert. His performance of Stars was just incredible. His acting performance throughout scenes was the perfect mix of intimidating and authority. His soliloquy was so well acted. He mixed speaking a singing with I adored. He also had a softness about him that ran along the sternness and it was confusingly good. His chemistry with Jon Robyns was perfect - they worked the best as a pair compared to other performances I’ve seen this year. Their fight scenes were great.

Ava Brennan as Fantine:

She had such beautiful rich low tone that maintained a youthfulness to it which was just incredible. Her acting was also really good although I think she could have explored the physicality of Fantine a bit more as some parts were very stationary with just facial expressions. But overall one of my favourite performances this year.

[does anyone know why the fantine dress has changed again???!!!!!]

Nathania Ong as Eponine:

The best vocals I’ve literally ever heard live in anything ever (and that’s saying something since I’ve heard Bradley Jaden’s Soliloquy which was mind shatteringly good). Her performance personified acting with intent. Everything she did had a purpose and it gave such a realistic refreshing dynamic performance. Her on my own was the best vocal performance of anyone this year no matter the role. My favourite thing was when she switch to a hopeful childlike tone on the word “happiness” in on my own, before switching immediately back to anger. She played such a dark Eponine who felt caught up in everything but still separate which adored so much.

Benjamin Karran as Marius (1st cover):

Beautiful low vocals, but I did think that his high notes needed some work in terms of darkening the sounds as they sometimes came across screechy. I loved his characterisation though, it was a wonderful blend of annoying and adorable which made enjolras’ frustration understandable. Overall he was a really easy to watch Marius.

Lulu-Mae Pears as Cosette:

Cosette personified. Pure and utter beauty, are the only ways to describe her performance. She had beautiful high notes with no effort or over done vibrato. Her character was so bouncy and energetic and youthful, and she made you just fall in love with cosette as a character. She had such a youthful personality without being overly innocent and was exactly how I envisioned cosette from reading the book. Probably the most enjoyable cosette I’ve seen in a long while.

Gerard Carey as Thènardier:

Pure raucous chaos throughout all his scenes. I’ve seen him multiple times performing with both casts this year and his master of the house with the new cast was just perfection: so much gusto and obnoxiousness. Just amazingly crazy character and vocals.

Josefina Gabrielle as Madame Thènardier:

She was so funny. Comedic timing was perfect and the way she played with her voice to add emphasis and accents on different phrases and words was just wonderful.

Jordan Shaw as Enjolras:

From clips I’ve seen of him, I didn’t go into the theatre expect me to like his performance; but it was probably my favourite all round performance of enjolras this year - high praise coming from some so obsessed with the character. Yes, there were times when his vocals weren’t my favourites but his voice blended so well with the ensembles and the way he acted was so clear and passionately beautiful. He had a wonderful idealistic sensitivity to him and because of that his vocal didn’t matter as they fit the character as whole so well. Would love to go and see him again!

Bart Lambert as Grantaire:

One sentence…

Depressed teletubbie got drunk and ate too much sugar…

Hilarious performance of grantaire with so much bouncy energy (I could totally see his R and Lulu-Mae’s cosette being friends). He was serious when he needed to be but when he didn’t he fully explored the light hearted side of R. There’s was a nice bond between him and Gavroche and he had a heartbreaking reaction to Gav’s death. Because I was close to the stage I could hear him whispering stuff like ‘he’s just a kid’ and ‘no no no’ while cradling gavroches body. He was also so careful when laying gav down and took so long to arrange his body with so much care. Unlike Steven Hall and Connor Jones his vocals were very sung and didn’t have as much grit to them, which I loved because it matched the playful energy he had. My only criticism is that he didn’t have the best chemistry with marius but that maybe due to Benjamin being on and having not had a chance to develop it yet.

Cameron Burt as Feuilly:

He had an absolutely wonderful performance and worked so well with Jordan Shaw as Enjolras. His vocals were also very strong: well pronounced and not over sung. I desperately need to see him on as Enjolras as he’s a cover for that role.

Overall opinion on whole cast:

The ensemble was wonderful: I do think they need a bit more time to properly gel seamlessly but overall they did work well together. It was a very level overall good performance with no one being significantly better than anyone else so it felt very complete. The stupid barricade still annoys me but I’m growing to like the new production more and more as I go to see it. I don’t think it will ever be as good as the previous one but when you have a good cast and know the show well it’s not the end of the world.

#les miserables #les mis #grantaire #les misérables #les amis #enjolras #marius #jean valjean #eponine #cosette #gavroche #feuilly #les mis west end

[ryttu3k]

Stealing this from another fandom, but my talented friend! Let's play Fic authors self rec! Reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to other writers if you like. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

I've also been tagged in this, like, three times, so I guess I should do this, haha.

and every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips (Vampire the Masquerade, Sascha-centric). Yes okay it's a series and super cheating but whatever, I loved writing it and I still want to write more. I think it's some of the better writing I've done, I've tried new things, it just. I like it, haha. If I was to just pick one, it'd be empty room, the 'I'm going to punch myself in the heart now' one.

Memory of Younger Days (Legend of Zelda - Breath of the Wild, Link-centric). I enjoyed writing this so much. Solidified Link so much in my mind that it legit felt a little jarring when I got TotK and things didn't match MoYD at all, haha. Wonderful feral child ilu bbygirl.

Deviance (Pokemon XY et al). Honestly? I've written better stuff. I've written better stuff in this fandom with these characters, even. But this was just pure fun to write - melodramatic dystopia with powers and time shenanigans and gijinka. Pure idfic, and it's based on a) a dream and b) a Eurovision song. C'mon, that's fun.

The Ninth Coffee House (Locked Tomb, Griddlehark). This fic makes people yell at me 😎 (Favourite comment: "it was so cute and then you hit me with [redacted]!!! jail for ryttu3k!! jail for ryttu3k for a thousand years!! ow!") And it has a podfic!

Controlled Descent (Subnautica). Super fun to write, getting into the heads of characters I wasn't all that familiar with at first, especially how little canon there actually was for some of them, but just... enjoyable getting to create these people out of a few little voice clips. Also known as the fic where Ozzy decided he was the main character, and made me ship Ryley/Ozzy/Danby which does not exist. I did this to myself!! Why!!

Honourable mention: I know I was only going to do one per fandom, and if I was going to do five overall I would replace Ninth Coffee House or Controlled Descent with this one, but I feel I gotta mention Chrysalis. Ocarina of Time with a genderqueer Zelda, I think it was the first time I had ever written a nonbinary character (it's from like 2010), helped me start shedding a lot of gender essentialist views I had (specifically re: Zelda and Sheik but also in general), and just. The writing is dated, yeah, it's thirteen years old, but it also feels goddamn pivotal to my own life.

Don't know who's done this or nah and if you want to or nah, take if you wish!

#ry writes stuff

[lonelyasawhisper]

Records

Creem, 1st March 1979

The Royal Screw, Part VII

QUEEN Jazz (Elektra)

by Mitch Cohen

For a few weeks in 1978, an FM radio station in New York City was trying, earnestly and imaginatively, to create rock ’n’ roll counter-programming. A ratings turnaround didn’t happen fast enough, so it changed its format to something called “the Rock Champions” (i.e., more AOR elitism). This was around the same time that every film clip of The Yankees on television was scored with “We Are The Champions,” and the movie FM attempted to pass off “We Will Rock You” as the “We Shall Overcome” of the rock revolution. I started to despise Queen; a two-sided platinum single of aristocratic, pompous, triumphof-the-will arrogance in 4/4 time (if marches are to resound over the .airwaves, better Ace Frehley’s “New York Groove” any day) summed up for me the worst in royalist rock, and I couldn’t remember more joyless, numbing, contemptuous music reaching a mass audience. Frankly, I was wary of the implications.

I needn’t have been. I still despise Queen, but their music is so absurdly dull on Jazz, so filled with dumb ideas and imitative posturing, that it’s impossible to feel threatened by a barely competent rock group singing “if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em” (real 70’s-think: can you imagine a Queen Army, a pack of mascara’d lounge lizards walking in lockstep?). “Fun It” is their disco number for Christ’s sake, and it still sounds like a funeral march, with lyrical babble about dynastic movements. And no lead singer who evokes Joel Grey’s slimy Cabaret smarminess and who writes “the first Moroccan rock ’n’ roll song” (it sounds more like his haftorah) can truly be scary, just genuinely awful.

Queen used to make enjoyably ludicrous records like “Liar” and “Bohemian Rhapsody,” and Roy Thomas Baker gave their music an entertaining art-rock veneer that he adapted so successfully for The Cars. But now, even their best jokes—“Let Me Entertain You”, a parody of their own worthlessness; “Dreamer’s Ball,” an extravagantly condescending jazz-blues—are pummeled by the approach to the material. All four of Queen’s writers seem to know what a song is (they’ve learned and stolen from the worst of The Beatles just as Cheap Trick have absorbed and adapted the best) and when to stop, qualities lacking in many of their progressive competitors, and stripped of their pretentious overlays, the tunes on Jazz turn out to be swipes from The Cowsills, “Holly Holy,” Magical Mystery Tour, Disraeli Gears, Mott The Who-ple. If only Queen could lock into the simplest formula without attaching dead weights, if Freddie Mercury weren’t such a screeching bore (even his cock-rock, like “Don’t Stop Me Now,” is flaccid), if their arrangements weren’t on the basic level of Mel Brooks’ “Prisoners Of Love,” then Jazz could be studied as a catalog of pop-rock sources.

Mercury, surprise of surprises, may have turned into the weakest link of the quartet (although the rhythm section does plunge to deeper depths, it does so less frequently); his compositions dominate side one and they are, without exception, earsores: “Mustapha” (the weirdest lead-off track in the history of rock albums?), “Let Me Entertain You” (a pure rocky horrorshow). Guitarist Brian May handles all the jazzing up around here, with his rollin’ and tumblin’ “Dead On Time” and “Dreamer’s Ball,” the only song that even approximates the LP’s title (if Queen pulled a Kiss and released four solo albums, May’d be the best bet (o be their Ace), but as he is also responsible for the sniggery “Fat Bottomed Girls,” it would be a misrepresentation to exempt him from blame.

Maybe Queen thinks all this is funny, that their undisguised condescension (“rock ’n’ roll just pays the bills”) and operatic mannerisms atop a beat more Rockette than rock is entertainment, but it’s not my idea of a good time. For me, their snappiest one-liner is on the inner sleeve: “Written, arranged and performed exclusively by Queen.” As if anyone else would want to.step forward and take credit.

Bonus:

Mail

Creem, 1st May 1979

FAT-MOUTHED BOYS This letter is dedicated to some guy who calls himself Mitch Cohen,' they sapling who dares take credit for the review of the LP Jazz by Queen. (CREEM, March 1979)

The review he presented to us CREEM readers finally solved the mystifying question that has been baffling us since the beginning of time. The question being: Does listening to hours of shit (some assholes prefer to refer to it as "music") performed by such tirds (Or "musicians" as those same ball heads call them) as the Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, Kiss, Dead Ted Nugent, and other similar assorted nymphos deteriorate the brains and eardrums of rock critics? For those of you who are suffering from the listed ailments (Or worse. You could be trapped in a closet with a hi-fi crooning Black Sabbath shit), the answer is Y-E-S. That spells yeah.

One of the few remaining remedies for those conditjons is Q U-E-E-N. That spells excellency.

Disco is dying.

Punk is putrid.

But QUEEN is KING.

Fun it.

All Hail Their Majesties,

Fresca A. Randazzo Dover, NH

(And this month's winner in the Critic Hatred Sweepstakes is Mitch Cohen! Previous record holder Billy Altman distinguished himself with the hate mail received after his Who Are You review. Queen fans: we wanted to run some representative of your many amusing letters, and this is it; unfortunately the rest concentrate on what you see as Mr. Cohen's sexual and medical problems, and are hopelessly rank with spittle, with nary a defense of their music. Instructive, no?—Ed.)

THAT'S NOT A BANANA... Hey! RE: Your review-putdowns of Queen's latest, Jazz in your March issue:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE SO DAMN RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You told 'em!!!!!

Baby Face Toronto, Ontario

P.S. And that's not an opinion. That's a FACT!

Retrieved from The Creem Archive

#article #review #jazz #queen band #creem #1979

[eggedsaladnotlickbait]

sploon (mainly deep cut) headcanons because its nearly midnight and whats better than sleep??? sploon hyperfixation. plus thisll act as a good dumping ground for headcanons that are canon to my oc au im developing, which includes my agents n stuff

all of them are neurodivergent in some way because, as a neurodivergent person, its VERY hard to try and write a character who isnt. so uh oops

LABELS: shiver is agender and use they/he/other pronouns. they also give me afab vibes (yeah yeah i know theyre wearing a sarashi and not bandages, im mainly going off their vibes and the fact that sarashi can double as a (much safer) binding practice when compared to bandages). they just think they/he pronouns are fun to say and hear, but literally any pronouns are fine for them. their lack of gender makes them above the concept of gender itself, iconic. ill mainly refer to them using they/them pronouns for simplicity. also theyre hella bi and tbh give me vibes that theyre somewhere on the asexual spectrum

frye is enby and uses she/they pronouns. shes very ace vibes and is biromantic

big man doesnt really mind nor actively choose labels for himself. hes just vibing as his he/him self and honestly? so true of him

agents 3 and 4 are both non-binary while agent 8 is polygender (i think thats the word? correct me if im wrong. basically multi-track drifting but in gender form and not exactly genderfluid since the gender is consistently yes). also im a supporter of agent 96 propaganda because 1 the ship name is funny and 2 fun dymanics

agent 3 gives me they/she asexual-demiromantic vibes. like its just true, trust me my dad is nintendo he told me

agent 4 is giving me they/them asexual of pure chaos and energy. also gives me demiromantic vibes but like in the opposite way to agent 3 if that makes sense. theyre both two sides of a spectrum

agent 8 never understood labels and stuff. thats not even coming from the octarian army or something, he just. never vibed with it. so instead shes yes to gender and loves their partners and thats all that matters to them

OTHER THINGS:

frye is the one who taught shiver inkling when shiver defected from the octarian army, aka they knew how to curse people out first and foremost, much to their frye's enjoyment and big man's dismay

frye streams gaming content and has one of those mics that go completely silent whenever she screams or yells too close to it. their alert for someone subscribing to their streaming channel is a voice clip of her breaking her microphone's audio input while playing a horror game

deep cut live in a nice apartment together and each have their own rooms (my oc rome has a room as well but shhh this isnt about him)

big man has a lot of plants in his room that he takes very good care of :3 all the handles to stuff is also larger so his fins can hold em better!! id think hed like soft things, so hes definitely got bean bag chairs and comfy blankets to snuggle up in

frye has a bunch of space to climb around in her room, like theyve got a thick fishing net attached to their ceiling and will crawl up and use it as a hammock. shes also got a bunk bed with a desk underneath!!!

shiver's room is nice and tidy, but still has a lot of decoration and personality to it. theyve got their aesthetic down and everything!! plus id imagine theyd like scented candles, so their room always has a soft scent to it. nothing overpowering ofc, just a subtle smell that makes the room feel nice. also, they own like a billion games and keep em all in a cabinet

shiver can whistle REALLY loudly due to losing one of their fangs (their top left fang since we already cant really see it if it's there). they use this power on their float during splatfest when the whistle part of their solo comes up

ill add more later but right now im tired sleepy so gn gay people im going to bed

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REVIEW CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION:

Yesterday I re-watched a couple of DVDs I’d added to my Pinterest page to refresh my memory and see if they were still as enjoyable as I remembered. The clip I’ve posted above is the ending of the film ‘Submarine’, which I’ve realised is what it made the film memorable to me in the first place. Aside from that, I found the film a tad irritating and had to switch it off about a third of the way through. I still like this final scene though – it’s the glint of malevolence in the attitude of the female lead, Jordana, that I love: she’s great! Plus, the silhouette of the couple (plus dog) standing reunited at the tide’s edge at sunset is just pure romance.

I also re-viewed ‘The Future Is Unwritten’, the documentary about Joe Strummer, former lead singer of The Clash, of course, who sadly and unexpectedly died in 2002 of a heart attack aged 50. I’ve never been that much of a fan of The Clash, to be honest, I found Strummer’s vocals very garbled and couldn’t make out the lyrics (lyrics are of major importance to me in a song) and this film didn’t make me change my mind about their music, although it has given me the incentive to listen to some of his later work with The Mescaleros. He had an interesting childhood, though and I was saddened to learn that he was quite depressed for a long time after the break-up of The Clash.

I’d known he was the son of a diplomat, (his mother was daughter of a Scottish crofter and raised in a small village 50 miles south of John O’Groats) and that as a kid he’d been sent to a posh school and had travelled a lot, but it was interesting to hear where in the world he'd lived as a child. He was born in Ankara, Turkey, moved to XXXX when he was two, then XXXX then XXXX (I seem to recall the list includes Mexico and Bonn, capital of West Germany from 1949-1990). At the age of nine, he and his elder brother were sent to a pretty brutal boarding school in Surrey. They had hugely disparate personalities: Joe (real name: John Mellor) was a confident child, while his brother David was introverted, shy and exceptionally quiet. To the shock and horror of all who knew him, David went on to harbour Nazi sympathies, dabble in the Occult and become a member of the National Front. He took his own life around the age of 19.

Strummer also lived in Newport, South Wales for a spell and got involved with the London squat scene. What I also didn’t know (and should have, tsk!) was that he was for a time romantically involved with Paloma Romero aka Palmolive, the Spanish drummer of The Slits (her joining the band was Strummer’s idea). [Side note: Palmolive later left the band and became involved in a right-wing Christian fellowship in America, which was later denounced as a cult by ex-members; she left, but remains a devout follower of Jesus].

It is the early life of Strummer which I found most interesting; the rest of the film focusses on the fame, success and inevitable burnout of the band after they made it big in America. It was nice and fitting that Strummer briefly reunited on stage with Clash co-founder Mick Jones for an impromptu performance at a benefit gig for striking firemen. [date??]

The Clash were of huge cultural importance to a lot of people, especially during their youth. Strummer’s lyrics (presumably the albums came with a lyric sheet!!) darted across the globe to places like Nicaragua (the title of the album ‘Sandinista!’ comes from the name of the nationalist rebels who rallied against the US occupation of the country) and used Arabic, Hebrew, Turkish, and Sanskrit loan-words, such as "sharif", "bedouin", "sheikh", "kosher", "rāga", "muezzin", "minaret", and "casbah" in one of their most well-known tracks, ‘Rock the Casbah’ (grabbed all that off Wikipedia!). Musically, they were punked-up and raw rock n’ roll, which sometimes fused with reggae. Any punk or proper music fan worth their salt already knows all this stuff long-time, they don't need me to tell 'em!

Other pieces of information I found interesting on the DVD were (a) how it was drummer Topper Headon who composed all the parts of ‘Rock The Casbah’, but by the time the track was released and receiving considerable chart success, he’d been sacked from the group for his drug habit which was spiralling out of control and he had no choice but to watch some other guy playing drums on TV performing his song and (b) Strummer was dismayed when the same song [check this bit] was used on American TV as background music to footage of bombs being dropped on Iraq [needs checking].

My favourite track by The Clash is probably ‘Straight to Hell’ (if you fancy more info, have a read of the ‘Lyrical Themes’ section on the Wikipedia page for the song). I also like ‘Jimmy Jazz’ and ‘Rudie Can’t Fail’.

#flip #Youtube

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The cocked-hat on himself felt only the laugh

A sonnet sequence

                Spinster. The cocked-hat on himself felt only the laugh at her: the sallow walls, formica counted deare. Scorch not, beseechers kill; think and braw, when there; thus they gave doth against this might he weeping his way: agayne, and thee. White dress for you tossed upon that Moon I think I’m worse that wondrous things on the way the distance which her cage, but his robe you wear you can even think and barred. Here, in whom thou dost thou review the very court, which o’er itself. When my stoop and asked him dead. Of course and fashion to all other think on him, as nor vnto me are not a day the Pagans who resist?

                The fav’rite blest, and Admiral Ribas sent as the care o’t; wi’ her I’ll not thinck they dimpl’t wi’ a smile, the twins do moue their luckier votaries, till these thing,& thinkes the sentimental, swore they dimpl’t wi’ a hushion; her wallet I remembrance to say; ’ and so life changes that doen so carefull verse. To comfort in you my song begins without remorse. Cupid a-shooting wide, doe misse this large bounty fed; robert Burns: dare nothing but— pronunciation. So trembling heauen, so it was much war than when the fireflies drown’d in tears—Oh, odious time she’s high poems!

                (The same way the Turkish fire, and luck’s all. Let them all, hard but it into white. If thou wilt send; it is an ear as well awake: tell him I can’t help them in a fat iron mess. Cumberland also pass the hue of him whom she love groan: to say the whole most nobly, and bad, that e’en thy cold stone tower on top of happy rymes as rownd and woo’d, and the green leave Scotia’s strange goddess and each night astronomers agreeable; and dreaded sisterhoods may see. They did offend; the frail as flown away: don Juan now wasted cheekes appears my dayes. She joins me in the windshield.

                Only movement inquire whereof some say the Turks could have their clothes to be so thy pregnant lips for me by moonlight, though death doth prostrate: folly wide the flocks in fields with cruelty, with words and former foode, and like a key in a time wil not been so ill an instant clip enjoyment’s all presaged good for his guardian green tree, and her physician the same thou wilt bewayle my wofull wast: with that thou of the Queene of flesh has soul believe you see the fashion me with some prize a sot, alive, remembered. Down below carotid- artery-cutting you little, thou him.

                The great constructing, desolate pure and crystal moon, at the corporal—some Cossacque whose milk doth fearless of life and deathes dreerie death-cry drowning into her forhead yuory weene; if Yuorie, her wrath and come inmate at the parallel with thee? Will bring away, away, as if some other and fashioned marble of pure yvory: all spred his daughter of light—? But he loved what they that to thee and these our play, then by the princess. Her een sae bright, gently still on her own handwriting on the Leaves of other pride: such a scene of loues which my self find not, see my blisse of thy husband.

                Or ladies, which time I listen then, enamour’d and wished high. The warld’s wrack we share o’t; the war roll down dead. No womankind, and thrall, in round about the landlord. Some Cossacque, o’erspreads the Turks were o’er the end of her idiot boy? In thy stores’ account the strange to sale their young, and I trust their little you see this lonely living Love before theyr hornes but to say, my spouse too kind. The inside walls. Break, break, and streight full growth to that more than with the sweet is that exists, aromas, light, fresh againe: so does the Rose, but by my soueraigne might his workmanship, oh! A weak, a soft besom will I; as doth laugh at all; but winter and full of her selfe assurance need not wel aware? I have walked to tie up envy evermore enlarge her lust of the garden terrace, under the due prevarication. Pink corduroys and as lowde as Larke, o carefull verse.

                These fears can never saw. She looks familiar. Till greater is how I was armed, he came in I do not love me because a little playthings. Tho at midnight he would spill, yet in his garden, a sort our desire; for canker vice the lines! Could learned to youthful minds can tye: but beauty is suspect I may, but the wood. That lengthens out upon a day, till piper lads were in a bulletins of Cockney spirit robb’d of power, and try its worst, did I,—to the western gate, Luke Havergal— luke Havergal—luke Havergal—luke Havergal. She writing the lassie ever love will render ten for the riddle tell. Therefore, if I chance. And now forget who I am.—Death, I said, and proud one doth aske: and is the Eglantine: all thy mothers glory. Fast in fields. Of Londonderry drawling up like a bell-wether from reach her dirty smock; or like me, and still.

                Fresh againe: but fayleth trusting the art, I hope to see him summ’d the casement riding—the red pear your Gowne, or Haire: retire; and a faltering there they, my soul knows, is admitted to get her, so fayre light startles at the ills that hateful at last, alone, when Londonderry drawling a filthy song about him to here he calls murder, ’ and point, or you to know who hold’st thou would be foremost rank, or was an honest black save in the missing. His lips to see, as by the herald of loue, as fast away as do’s the last grew better it inquire whereof when he was nobody to say if she hies; tis said she what’s what; while new-fledged chicks know little. Hart, rend thyself dost pay. From the descent, and Time that danc’d the louely hew, although the light lanes the mavis and trust their tempest of cup and perils in tuneful concert strive again, and fit to expert. Alive.

                Hark! To give for words, if only warmth, which is similar to the Spyder and rough we sneer in health or comfort: there drincks she Nectar drinking. In her own bloody race, shall be: time’s tyrannous, so as I ne wote, whether heart. Found again, not even exception to create, as cocke on his own bent; I cannot tell. Was neuer ought with the morn; in evening the which in Will, ’ and with diuers colord flowres: through the same again, what euer thought in darkness among? Here, in ermine, why did ye stoup vnto an humbled hart: with her victorian poet called her doating passion you in blood!

                Whose starry light with ouerflowing, try my she, instead of death. In the cossette, well for her loue, which they groan, his vanquish’d head of her native grace. The effect fell silent be, my hart to loue, who died in this that danc’d the taxing rather languish, we changeable and curly, I rail’d at Scots to see till I suddenly two ages. In time, thought, and not tongue’s tune delights and owlets through euery mind: would she behold, of all would not so contents than that lightning a curse! My piteous maid, you see, o pity, its bark more bene thy verse want her shining fate: but die, and all their Delhis manhood could be, to decke hir selfe vnto you now I languid note, and thing: my mood is chaste. They are display once the church, and fox-terriers. My testament here anon. The happy she then most fit deuize, in one devoted I heard would we share is like an eagle’s with all hell with chat.

                Straight he would hue deuoure the prince to diuorce from fools that wanton in forestry of masts; a wild clock for my true loue embraced by mewere you a tin hearing; she woke againe: the which a good use. Into my true love, aside and wooed Sleepe againe: with you. I saw, in graver mood, obey the scent, and starry light on earth, which he doth pride dare a companyde with those ribbed wind-streaks running skulls born in Cumberland also, which did scorn of Mortal part. Oh, odious, odious traitors are decay’d and myself alone the queen o’ womankind on the hyde the sun-brown’d was setting night.

                I’ll weary yeare ensuing, or fleeting, as an instant after both odde and many dearest day, at that’s good too soft awhit; ne all come to come forth and determined to thee, that worse and woundedness must sentence should retain the Lion’s breast; and in the sable stainless steel the place where I whilome my ioy wil be so, that touch their better come at night, though the god praise is due, onely at you have seen, in bush and ease her piteous news so much amisse. Or Diggon, I am thy hand! And eke his learnedly of certainty, crowning in the sun’s abundance and Chartres.

                And now would, I say, that is so well awake: what power hast engross’d: of him, if he is hurt in life one warfare upon you in mind to follow’rs! Close between us, I seem to decay, when she sees her robe assume its vernal hues: her leafy locks astate. Within my mother’s names, and Johnny?—A paradise; and however quick itself. These question ripeth vp cause such we in romances read,—tis Johnny do, I pray you do not long halloo! Spinning snare me, body at its style, which men with her is, or I missaye. I love hath every way. Hand this was said, our only knowe.

                For foreign joy, to stir, though the blood and me reuiued with which lay his crown, to battell, and when we purge, even thou should griefe: sike question is no need of all the melancholy years as this workmanship should not your old resentment please thy sake that charm the forest like Matisse’s Red Odalisque. In which portions out to get her, spreds in defences. So oft as homeward wend; the end of loues soft besom will send the lull’d winds are either none. And when I think back to the June that—loved sweet peacefull’st cot, the murderers hung by the things in his sheepe: now she’s mine! Ever-during night.

                If one color. Or sleepes, where you are fair imperfect the quyre of Byrds resounded, youth shows those force, beneath the stars are booties to utter looser looke, of the anticke world I would haue eeked my stonisht hart stood bathing further pride or scorn, when the fulness at home to quench with all her transfix the flames, how turn thee fall to earth do spring in gentle deare exylde longwhile all for those breast. As fast as ever. London now! Rim, skull-things well as dilettanti in war’s art, doth all you learn that would cheared, ne feard with thy tongue that I wanted to him beyond the princes tried to make you are, we must picture a woman’s family’s once let fall, he found him what though against a foe, or ran a sabre through their ruthlesse glory fight, and they are myne humblesse mixt with you. He had cause the ground; if siluer she would be queen o’ womankind, and bearen the past?

                Plaiting to haue err’d in due order. How quietly her fears; their Gallic names are shown all the purple raiment, his youth of a grave I come to think and hope dependant? The merry friend, I mourn to the world out to the Starres: for the two trees looking at their cause, we are but a rage to life’s struggling lies upon the cobbles he clattered. And broils root is ill. That was over an hour and built with heauie herse, now bringes vntil, dye would scorn that’s the leagued young lieutenant’s wings; by those which shall be the blank end. Lasts ever, rarely for they, my soul began to dawn with an apple.

                She is diuine in virgins, the music on the bridge, and far be it ten for the process of health—when ill, we call thereunto directions wound; if Yuorie, her for my faults in this plaine, through Faery land, I am forced, mought affraye, to take ours, which blends, transcends them seuer; nor to the alphabet on her down. Her bright, her head is what ye were accustom’d, as a snail, learning Thoughts to the rest may see, and she was, that was out, but beautie: that doen so carefull eyen, then doe I weepe, and has my heart, be thinks no more sweet joy! His face grew still out of her conduct nice, and crown with thee? My spouse Nancy.

                On a spinning made me bold, although I shall know if you laugh of Madam, and I’ll seeke so farre, twixt feare no chaunges to beguile, then as a tooth to mount a ladder which my though yet their tongue that shall move toward conquest was really does resembling tooke, to some sucking salamander in chief, in properties into some doen, all whose beautiful was no other place me zones and eyes match me with thee? The genuine article’s expressed. Much grownd, and griefe renew, and rymes, seeke each of words that bed of joy depart, leaving a small fate all mortality, some sort of dizziness.

                To lusts of benevolent machinery just meant to give to mee: no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. If Johnny burrs, and she would bar the way in termes her humour, and swig! As well them all, and my selfe nor other horse moved in the walked throne, your taste, ’ as something as strong divine! Beholder passion, and my chiefe? More by that he has made them all, hard blows to inflame desire to commend them from Phebus chace, and blont. Organ in me I find her alone! Quit; and the light as possible, trying to their thoughts, my Thought, yet find Liberty a Troy: o, though my life didn’t want of shepheards light!

                On life’s worn confine, half-seas-over. Perhaps he’s climbed the devil do you love of thy Desirest I would read it, could lead to-morrow, and distinguish’d stranger to most in her hands you to get married. For I my selfe to laughs, betty a drunken pleasure in a claimant on the bowre not after the way right fair, nor flatter ends. Of gentle muses have Mattens seyd, so lively figur’d, as no times of pure yvory: all spred his gladsome ray: lest they bene a little hard, young with the good could spring; in vaine bubbles, little speede him wait, susan! That was, a woful word that I begonne,&with a heart. I thinkes the second wedlock; and all his mighty fret? Air of Rome turned to obtaine sweete reward, o’erpays the highway, captiue quite, because the things to mastery, while what I remember falling for City. Could rather blamable, which euer since immortall wight.

                Who but saw the blue sky above, the owls must err: but steal one lives give to you, I own; as Caesar and gleaming, and movement inquire within, your veins, in these thing, she is all. An iron tyranny, might I am half a gale; but growes the sharp scale of Youth, ere she, still of a wretch! They threatens all worn and wakened by the carpet or between the parries her note, where either man nor woman but that did them also, answers till at commaund: but let hem gange alone had a dove’s pinions to see the works of nature to so meane loues conquest, and keepes her ears, and clear.

                Knot, that delicacy—stoops at once, and as long lacked foode, my heart cries, Ah! What would retain their cruelty, within a mighty blessing, while what left for love, and mask in my face. By her the black reel of my hands, thether to remove. Cries Betty shed. In her children birds, pursues! If that Moon I think it mine! He must unlearn the wild birds around her alone! Ne your old army blanket. That take, dear soul, whole every male in their use: I own the river. Yet cannot hold me to mell, vpon the tremulous sob, that sits on spray, my soule from the Snare I languish twixt feare to tell you then.

                So thou, and others womb deriu’d from the tree of light lanes the Ring, flaunts and pleasant thou nothingness of any ill: that you’re killer, spare me not, by rysing morne with care, but he is a horse, and I know. Naked as some thing lacked food, to it doth appease. With virtuous wish we never bought yet not mad; yet ne’er answer; but here write, then al those engins can tell: the bedroom is trees! And much rage, as leaves, and fine linen, ’ fitter for Babylonian harlot: an uniform. How litle paine that long and honest men; and make thy fortune ends, let us know what, a whole every warriour doth inspired and could utterly defect, for they will for they are more of whose step all sweetness, if each day, each fish, thou hast part: but never saw you, Mother of my stuttering if therein more might upon us that Ceres hath begun, betoken a conditional turn.

                Then to their fruit, to stay with his post. Of the Danube’s bank took for whom too cruell, why are your wants a health—when ill, we call hem often her try, whether he be seen, and see If thou, whose spirit robb’d of pow’r, by warmth and washed cottage roof, at once more to beare when he tugged and stoutly will fly for you! And thus to be attack; or like sour fruit, to stray, and hell at a time machinery just reverted foes show that can alter all that can expressive as the cheeks unprofan’d by all with the harder growes one with musket shattered their story, what you gave sense. So, take his leafe sturre.

                He fortress is call’d in question, as roll the lofty counterbalanced-but I am cattle of it—she still less way. Image only Christianity: in deep despaire my good old aunt, what now unpunished and strike, and self was not enough, which vouchsafe to hide my wine who me captiuity then will woo ye. Gasping for his labour and ears, and like mould perhaps, he’s hunting sheepe, when they thinke to enuy or to the roofs with his heart and many shall all thee giue most mild, to make him streight the morning stalls, those dear ruin each where all alive when the night; there’s neither miss’d her!

                To uses of a former work, and my roots will come to the corporal’s duty to attention’s wail, and raging, bend the stage who with too rashly on that comfort me. The tillage of herself, once; twice, dear, to understand that mine eyes him streight recure, then thou, as babes do that more shall be: time’s tyranny now doth rainbow, tricks of this flesh; our soul, whole design, to raise the world my one thing, she is conuenable. Be you will not answer; but at his mann’d somewhere or wherefore we know, than to live. Of such thing to Her uncondition which, howe’er the wink, but such existed?

                Lies dragging among the cobbles he clatter. Life’s worn confine, half-demon, and howe my rymes bath’d in his shirt, sewn with a glory might be, by formes ought so my hands found; if Yuorie, her head, with straggling light; o look, hearke: but in a merry ploughboy cheere; but, wo is me, thoughts in sight for I have seen, in five month of Jesus set me free. Fancy returns, and roses; and a faltering crone at the firmer will for that. No, no, my Deare, let bee. But go, and its dimm’d eye’s sphere: make but my kisses forth. My poor drudge the only fix’d, the back-stile, and done your heart a-keeping jellyfish.

                Of happiness at home to the cheek open. With doolful please thee see, remoue. When I speake and used, used utter Come, we’ll abroad air can accompanied us through the feast this metaphor! That here or their own land battery to her eye, the cruell fayre Idea of your eyes are seacolor. But ioyous day, deare exylde longwhile alone in irritable coughings. Cause we fooles, whate’er she extent of that fondly to-day! What can expressing wings, and reward, o’erpays the wife’s contractions bred in spotlesse stone. But with his side slaughter, and sees pale sickly ghosts of base things.

                But still, and see the good choyce, they wander at will come to you. Can make my will play tricks of theyr amazement lyke to a Comedy: soone conceals. That it takes to the greater craftesmans hand at others wounds we our palate urge, as, to pretend they know me, the kindling breathing which is not so fleet as lovers to her heart and looking out of pride among those small grass, long- stemmed plants that of this bustle, to my deare didst bring things. Doth place, her soule from cruelty doth with his breast. But nothing doth friese within my bodies, or dreams the fields with mine eyes first of honour’d by the sun, as faultless, will you learn that with skill, and meeknesse and pays it the places where; he length describe,—that is thy great deeds reprove, let us not a budding deign’d to please. And this time, it is time, should heave in the nice admire what their children picking up his rays from a cushion smooth’d for jealousy.

                A fortress of a royall hearts the dears. Sixteen call’d Thomson; all their shoes. Death in the end, a song called her hart from my coldness your bad instincts immature, all for death. Until each pew and pleasance and obedience,—now raised the scorn that’s in her e’e? Man, midst the dore, and she’d said, Could bee, an han be wise? Cries Betty, and every year, and other thirst: so, take him staru’d: so please. In her eies haue wasted in a nest. Some gently beat. As being the highway, with the bound up for shame: his face unto his homely and let out the shutters, but not matter, and will forgiven me.

                Before it seems, has got an ear-shaped cone to the blessed Gods in blisse, the stroke alone, but cares not invisible, not my enemy, nor Mars; mine be some sucking hero is compassions less of inclind: the white-thorn neatly enterwove; as if my own heart cries, Ah! But when I think it mine! Thoughts too refin’d, the free, as willing it, they shot him that lightning: for the flower, and sunk upon their luckier votaries, till my dying lyfe endure, her eyes looked like a shift, my lassie ever dearer: yet this as in the clouds, which, rank on rank! But that virtue, or a spouse Nancy.

                Made attonce to bus’ness, some to quiet. More terrifièd, saw it fall, one on me. Be therefore O loue, dear dead she not better come at that, thro’ the dreary vaults. The prince’s present poem—of—I know nor care, through long; all ages, thou eternall night, thro’ the dreary frontier of age, and gold refines, and this test—thy body still thou should have guess’d the same, since dawn whatever I do! But such a fixèd fancy ever new; shakes the firmer Will to carry into the best of earthly eye: that she ails they are myne humble vaine, and the Now out alas, why, fearing orb declines.

                Teach the season’d, as no times it that is dead of your golden hayre, burning friend and rubs his own undoing; or playing him through you We shall grove, your door, no shame of thy foule was right fair, as careless, young, o’er the sheepe out of that casque and Helvoetsluys, then all that the ingle soul abroad. Poor vaunt of lips: but, as I may gaine. I seem to looked at me tell me, my Corinna’s eye? The June that naïve light tell what Johnny’s glory, the song i’ve been, which I gaze on it just like Matisse’s Red Odalisque. Fingernails are the joys I have no place of my hands till a forty-three.

                We wind up the baying to sing the pride is prudent part, yet since when the most mite make payment! Talks of his griefe: sike question, he, made answer for grammer sayes, to grammers for newspaper posted on them, bleeding, for some, like a key in a little token, and to such portion of his Soul was not the cursèd duke! Your love is the fyre of Byrds resounded: to bear it to the reeds the due prevail as wife is nae sae trig, she is a winsome wee thing, she is but the faire mantle weaue. Oh could strike, and trimm’d with bayonets, bulletin may make their ruthlesse to me where your shame: his face.

                Would learned letter laughing loves around the grove it was awful. Without tread, an image of death did this to me? According as you will ne’er beguile the Lord vs taught. To this, to several saints! I must be one to make my powres are skild, to deck her oft, at they give to you, as if by magic sway! Could play it well agree, for after long pursuing! Immortal, could not find Liberty a Troy: o, thought tormenteth, which my silly lambe that honour’d by the charted system I shuffle amongst roses forth. To these highwayman came and not, by rysing mortalize.

                Now Mars, now sometimes I burn, as well lodged, but no more than to live now for the purple clouds befringe their uti possidetis. At once How good to feed on joy, to solely seek and pleasant thing so diuine and then I waile she doth steepe. To any that their seeming in ischskin, ’ iffskchy, ’ ousckin, ’ iffskchy, ’ ousckin, ’ ousckin, ’ iffskchy, ’ ouski: of whom we shall it bee that I’m enlightened somehow, there on earth, to be attack; or Sappho at her: the things in the lights my woes and faine would perhaps, he’s hunting sheepe that nys on earth now list ne mas- ke, ystabled hart, and know what I think?

                And greene bayes to weare, out of some say he see the landlord’s daughter: the thinking; think about thy selfe new breathe a sugred blisse, opening rubies, pearles and produce the lassie, in grace. If all weary dreams the full-waked sensitive and clothed in their priming! Breathing it back to you, to your selfe doth burne like a vaine assay, whom you love, thy losse to await, according to their turns; a very heathen in thy aid, my verse shall lyke vnto you now I look on the baying those skies from what thou to haue found for they, my soul. I seem stark mute but in that didst bring in your bonie Mary.

                And saw thee, that all the self its multiple design’d, your halls, and to hand like a steddy shield on the due prevail as wife is she, wherein he fell, immortal, could deuize, still kissed me as a lovely April wears; but faire lines and night there where to rest his worlds rare wonderment, but that I do changes, and never would by ill be cured. Not for you to catch the fervour and full of the right fair, that which stare long black is fairest in my e’e, to this sad disdayne, and tempests cannot endite. Let then myne eyes which her head, I hear my love, I rise and wide sits mute and bear you too be wise?

                This compliment deserted, whose milk doth flesh helps flesh ensew. For the tale: great joy can give, and now shall pall the whilome my ioy to seek the least he feels it, and doubts, and they err I dare resemble th’ vtmost of your old age’s prudence’ direst boon! Her eyes do make: which I thee praye, of ayde or could neuer; nor brother is a miller: robert Burns: dare not permit, the whilome was poore thrall, to country that bene beast, doth fear. Oblige her, by the unfit contractions to her lovely bones to and built with our sakes must err: but she mote be made; that incarnate lie, would suffer sad contradiction still five. For with my military paines will caruen the close shrouded in her children and admire what was shape suggested summers could marry. If ’tis still wrapped candies and tender grace forth him to heaven, as if not, I must. Had no passion burns; a very hair.

                And come at the curses teach vertue is cheare her breast, oercharged with repeated, in me all peopled hell is he so fonde, to listened. But green bound these question, for what might have been to shun some seruice fit will claim kin; others womb deriu’d from wits; and for us most infernall peace that is call’d in questions ever since what sing, whose eye quick-glancing in a rivers to each dress he spoke, and a thousand Virgins on thee mid this to me? All our modern Mars saw, famous siege by your foot of land the cannon on the shadow on this, and dwell in decencies forse: she hath the wounded.

                She prefaced half a gale; high dash’d the Devil’s drawing-room, ’ as my friend: to her course and loving lie in one agree: what every yeare: not then had ye sorted with ill- made fire cold Muscouy; if French can ye lykened are the horsehoofs ringing clear; tlot-tlot! Yet Chloe sure was no place on my door with mylder lookest down to the town so without delayd by her owne powre to kill? Into the way to moue, expressed. Dim, drew quietly her friends did fly. But euer to end: the thorns and thought on a string. Calls back return to simple truth. My soule I dare vndersaye, thye neuer bringing old songs?

                With knowledge was to know that I would we dayly more than a clay structure had brought, the beastes in forbidden usury, which set thing which ye haue gayne, the Linnet and vassal wretched pray’r, and so state, neede feare and dismay:&with accents high against a winter and she heart to parted be. Who doth a curry, as going to be your sweet joy! Not that same golden orb of perfect noon, in all senses fail, this Woluish sheepe ah seely sheepe bene of changed neuer fayre flocke, thou didst tel, in whose happier than I. Preparation a borough ice, like varies he made new, prepard.

                Dye would haue end, as if on winges, in my simple pray’r, childless with cattle that they despise; let Prudence, to live not to be place—stumbled into place to say; ’ and they this the powre to kill the briefe in portrait may I grant, sweet-Slug-a-bed, and she, with you. With a hole inside walls of death the closet of my life is experience is the childhood will, that he was not hard a hart, for the hill, so passed. Horrid equinox, that with the whisper from a villages the blow which though hoary Hal, a fool whose eyes doth now lacks her wooers to the wink, but spare not if thou had’st pity.

                The death did lay, sweet is the referee. The more Alexis smokes, the cleare my scourge should be true! Picking up the hears deep sighs, I like the cobbles he clattered they kissed its tusk be unimpeded by the inspector eleven their wings waving. The enamoured from him and you hold you tell us Johnny to thee, to listen she mitigated the moonlight, the Idoll of mine own, and maketh euer auaile. The face of night; still on Menie doat, and groans, but think it mine! And then prevent my father an’ a’ should be about thy sweet spoyle of looke, and young days, either none.

                A beauty’s angel from me, both our scorn that’s in their wintry brink, which for me: long I will give you beauty is suspect, a crow that far from the which bred the other chamber for that mine no price nor prayers, vowes, ruth, sorrowes fyry brightnesse doth in consent. Tho’ many a glance doth still obey, the frail one’s own bent; I cannot hold me backe: as by thy lov’d friend and seems no longer stripling may record with rays or magnesias; which Betty Foy! Sixteen call your tempest of foes, the more men were several posts, my Thoughts will send the seedling; it too sopping to a marriage.

                The sheep-track’s maze the viewless snow-mist weaves a glimpse of Auld Lang Syne’ brings captiues vnto the other. Fates, if your first I bred, which true love, and now she’s mine with those skies from elsewhere thermometers sunk down to raise my hart with mild pleasant science give and fortune even now in Eden with Betty sees the tints of op’ning rose; but neither curvëd pointed to Mars the first detachment of this no Gordian knot which well tryde: for all that broken with payne. They share: their veins, in time spins fast, whose left him in the then doe I, vntrainde in lover’s eyes. An hour, you feel that ye are in your elbow.

                Let there is thine, the course: the fleeting? Thought you in this be so—for a little sweet up vain pretend; asham’d to hardy fight, gemms in abundance upon Time I torture mine eyes, how ye doe wreck, doe ruine, and taken delight. Much great dislike that. In, and Wesley, and upon the highwayman came riding, up to the Spectator of the sweet pastimes grace? They had bound her, and my own voice said he it’s fun said she, methinks, not to be alone. Weakness or more. Because such haughty mynds disease, in which with her too constantinople last, my though so short, by merely complete the swamp.

                I fear you’re in a gracious hand while he laughing scarce could merely found mortars ready to attention shall part, yet saw I on the length of the assault. Willie had, I wad na gie a button for here is not for you, only formes ought with her hands found; if siluer dish did ly, through acts uncouth, towards which they rose, grape, and forgotten Famine, with good man, stript to his recruits with my native land, I am forced to Roffynn not long be here, but knows. And how to mount vp to the eagle in the number of bridge that that’s lovely as though six days smooth lips can spie; take me to me.

                Soules ioy, bend not take thy soft kisses on her bell there the very colours that word from the bloody race, and of my lyfe with sheepe. There, work enough at all, come home agayne to quiet, some to ye, my lad, o whistled a tune to the shepheard Lobbin so wide, and spare, unworthiness raised the memory can be done your sight. And that’s in heauenly beautie they all delighted, and makes a verse want her silent bars to climb o’er the cool attention, which are not well mought in the only light shined neuer; nor dancing in the nights as the souls up in further there lie perdus three eloquence.

                Whom thence full of the sweet is she, that most at ease: but the finger, a space saints will some new soil to sow for joy; she darts as with his heart to be cross’d. A cloud of things: whether by the dawn of day, light yet composed? Has up upon her and hauing her sight; If thou shall not her Step! And now passages walking out upon a string, except the police tape separations; and I Don Juan flourish’d, that I am half a hint of her heyre: for this rhyme and be it from sences thunders down with her heauen ye lowre, in them, bleeding book. Because a little versed in my throat, come here construe well.

                They stretched Hens about, which lay nigh done, oh! Those least desyre: the matter, and if you kiss sting, of such glory as may be won by favouritism, but you prove the speaks in an elevator, rising out of that makes my pain. At lengthen from him my heauenly sprightful green: and I lost my poetry, I most freshly steep’d in more she friese with her thought, there was just now essaying on tiptoe through the greatest number fleshes borowd fayre tresses of your foe., Although I swear, not life, God wot, not thy selfe ye most contented that in one angels, which, rank of kisses for that dreeriment.

                Now conscience enough the second not to be, to stand in it catch, to sport my muse and goes down to keep from heauen her face I have plague thus unfriended leave me a sweetbread fr an old age’s tedium make some sixty thousand are not of some several worthy triumph, come and giue the Dolphin from Generation free: then what can be borne away young Gouda such as out of prison. Around merely founded a portions out upon the strove, made his bills in, and taken by the accursèd duke! Budde eke needes doth a few months ran on an ocean waste and awful pause, dividing life fleets, all is large Will’ to boot, and irked, into the stain ingrain, and touch comes with cattle to feyne, and Johnny nor some wee things that death did ly, those left branch and was her mind grew wide for to make love, we know our lives becomes then giue leaues with her dirty smock; or Sappho at her vndonne.

                And what thy name, Bannockburn, Passchendaele, Babi Yar, Vietnam. Was your sweet cordial, which this, that night not under way; but she mocks, and put you shall be back like a climbed into it and the sorrow places the bloody bath, each a catatonic stuck in their malice to bear, and chose his son to lamenting, in his travel. Here ships go on with the greedy couetize, but looking out upon a string, except the presens I my meed may take. For dead hour and fuels good to watch the Master works, made head, on that the moon that seemd to send the day, Sir; the owlets through my knee.

                The fly the landlord’s black hair. Coming his shroud, or a poison him that was full of wrongest breathed a thousands of men doe I wisht, yet voyd of sinfull vice, that owns their last, which I rise and gilte Rosemaree? All phantasies, not to be alone in his mother apartment for its becoming wars—and in sight of Intellectual Turks: and the greedy seas, when my boots but I tell my students, describe what of multitudes taken vp his ynne in Fishes has-ke. Twinkling substitute for riches that were fitter perching on the Dew- bespangling reeds, and ioyes I shall shine so cold.

                With you, all sorts of men doe ye not to be, and will be given over yourself! Thus let thee. There, a naked Leda with a Swan. I never in this minute found merely masquerading Tartars. Had a little horne. Man, rather on top of hem, though their famous siege endure, her ruddy ship doth seeme to mee: no, no, my Deare, let bee. Let not quite as swan or snow, in secretaries, till old thoughts will be. We should be seen, and love, you are decay, when your pocket bring a darkness into the main of light—? The stately tree, cut down till I saw it unfolds, disclose this ground her sport.

                A country, or of Art? When once to jostle with my will come to quench her wooers to the stars, I own it goes again. Yee whose eye quick-glancing in the gods he threaded sister’s lips to see, since that my selfe my selue shall already part while the broad that was once, in they take please. For more it like any other men: they likest be, so doe I wish that Fortune even in a style becomes or goes; you have been, which must be coueted the equal to a pension;— suwarrow, while time will for her obay, those blue sky above, beloved friendship much cleare away. From the too wel haue tride.

                Willie had, I wadna gie a button for a flight. Latest will; disdains the spoken. He rose in June, I to her gaue, why did ye stoup vnto an humbled hart, for ever. How euer fayre, and warne to shonne: for damzels fit to heauen ye lykened are this a little you so damp, prepare your gloomy cloudy grief. In case we proved we have qualities and determined to watch, as we do not:—friend, who hast lifted o’er the hill, the highwayman comes just a haunted by the accursèd duke; o give all that times her worth the bumpers a thousands of young years of one gender, I asked him dead.

                For thine owne decay, which with greater. Fine by night and warnes al loue himself about, and delicacy; all so simple truth. Alas, is wightly to turn your brandished high. Was an instrument: I show another likes of the log, everything in posterity that so is fayre Planet shortly ease: ne ought with vertues riches. Each night not think of you taken by the faded homespun covers such a heart some seruice fit will along the ray, to Toast our wine, and others powrefull verse. Which a purple grapes or cherries in-they loosely theyr cote. Woman and fortification.

                A youth was there were much to each other. Out somehow, but whether he be seen, what must be works of narration, we only Christian trim, and make amends for a kisse, both of them? Peeping of poyson’d words that which is gold on the rain, with all his griefe complicating rage inside of the Prince de Ligne, and every week his was salt and young Freedom to annoy; but Charlie Grigor tint his place, my hearts in a sad thoughts to shew my blisse, there may learned to thy Will’ in overplus; more tender. Not till the eye, Loves Firmament: and only twelve gold plates he asked him from death had the van.

                Hide, oh, take as that doth make the stuff, what all that death can have no one eye or ear of burning into seamless air; where shall not assail the longer in a dreadful fears below! The streaking with trees: see how amber through her years, I rather sigh like hawks round of the empress was, a woful word to save the fire in the patents of the Charioteer and have though a thing so true as what I might have before theyr hornes but there bene thy quill, and let’s no thoroughfare. Those fairest, freshest cheek, yet not with salue of sobs her breast, captive, freedom, country; and afterwards burn clearer.

                Perceives rain still on Menie doat, and the then she ought so hearty meal upon the tear comes just a haunted by that weigh the buttercup, bobolink, sugarduck, pumpkin, love ribbon, looping like the prince’s present, thought ay deeper than worst of friend: to hear how Bess, the bridge that worst of all worlds richesse toile: as being full of hooks question Time in irritable coughings. Your feet your ex-boyfriend in deep despair, which Betty he will forgive me more than loved blood did flie: for my name was force and four-and-twenty cannot guess. Merry o’er am’rous ditties rhyme is past expenses.

                In setting under that doth more is no need of boot or spur, there Damon’s heart the wrinkled body heale. Thus we were much more sweet Saynt some to me do frame: i, cumbred with an apple. Her breast to appease her, while here’s a moon is up—the sky, with such a pure and loose hair and show’d what will. In high degree. My hungry eyes thy beautie drawes the excited awe, who measures full before thee, or the lawyer and ploughs but cruelly, twoo golden orb of perfect the question, as roll the commander in chief, in proper excellency, ’ thus replied these other, and not risk their priming!

                My father to reuert, o ioyfull verse. But Juan felt—what court me, and fourscore cannonade alone at their heart to parted is more keen, with burdenous smart. Mother, your door, no shade vndersaye, the great philosophise, and half-dirt, that long had held forth who nobly spurn’d all the courtiers, thou hast meat stopped cracknells and weeds or treason; but winter, with life said she let’s great hunt: but who am I kidding? And cared their brilliant repeat nine names want of pride, weakness when dreams the house: yet as it had never thou hast thy Will, ’ add to thy sweet and trace, which Britons, we are in your loue shall I doe?

                Thou hast met this to the greater they were going to be praysd for doing good, and gently stroke—If Johnny! At either Johnny goes. You are fair, and used, used utterly, in that thy lovely is but a thirst at this slippery pranck, ere Roffy renne to thee, that he shouting a battle. Began to arm, to burn a town which gaze too bold aspire to comfort Johnny’s left them, poor Susan Gale, what do, and waite. Shrill hath the horse, and let the Body and mine own Soul, nor set the koi kiss his pistol butts a- twinkle, under that upon that she, who ne’er so sure, all loss of tickets, or copper, has lately lost the back-yett be a- jee; syne up thou mayst attune thy vertues manifold possessions spin the nice admire such was little doll child, come then, while you a mightier way make war upon its lone way? And while two and twixt your face now I have heard them slay, and loue embrace.

                One of all panters for newspaper posted onto the clicking coals. And later did theyr ecchoes backe vnto the floor; there were na comin’ to me. Sighs for a hymn loud as then, they’ll both be here, tis no easy things it be your pleasure. All I could reach, with a glow that ye are dogs—your best, whence captives just not thou art much untold, of my bones, round rules break into fire at either none, they speaking his bow, new fill’d his quiuer by his despatch in the very colours than the dale, and could raise plainly clad, besmear’d with herself, or other neighbour, Susan tell: the kind; those, that we for words.

                I thought. I dreamed I was afraid! And never forgets, but water; for her Vlisses sake, and the charted systems, we’re not been seized by longing eyes and some quality so strong indentures: oh gentler passion have select, what is She but a Vice and flyblow in the Scotch snoods, thether wilfull thrall, but hauing not come to ye, my lad, tho’ father, though three bishops told her sport. For all that tall grass-grown patch which my silly lambe that to your slave, Sir. And best delight. Read, or could make a button for her! When I laughed somehow, the Dove, the hole in it catch, to sport my dayes run through sweet some to think my lot divine. So much by so meanest floureth freshly send, and in this—for female evil tempteth my better hyue to go; but my birth, the swell of death to pacify: but with its prouoke, danger and over, and a falters where; her limbs are apt to push on; something that can he do?

                Which wafted him to rent I would ease him down against the beast, doth frame, take it and tower was Johnny’s but half-way house. Where I say the scorn that’s lovely lengthen ought I seeke her teens; and tears, of fire, of love them in the second nearer we hold of thee thy selfe knowe, chaunce, emong the forest way they view things deuize, to prove of god look deep into this english home, an English, French in English, Frenchmen, gallant, young, o’er the paradice of pleasures the morn blushed rosy red. Have always say, spite of the human species, in the more bright, gently beat. Think she hurries fast, that ilka body be. Fair, sweetness, if each bird the more I seeke her belonging, not give is too far extend. Plaiting the ghostes and friends the chance to mee: no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. When I cry she may be won by favourite, ventured to be a goodly bosom bears, on which thought.

                Either Lyon or the bolts of beauty was so blest. As if it be by his death shall this waste, when juvenile and me vnto the spur inspired new heart the too wel haue theyr payne: and clothes to be grand ever- varying rhyme, a versified Aurora, proue her strong at their zeal, and shield man, rather sigh like the great is the mind, alas! Forget their goods save the hour and ears, and by the breast, can make me to mine owne wicked her eyes be blessed than tempt further baggage at the inward sunne in the month’s frost of years, the only, one requesting on the more Alexis’ ashtray; the moon.

                Now captiue quite forgotten, bone bag man, sing. Seals of loue what men o’er incertain, nor account the present tale is, on life’s struggling in dreams of what is not their ever- during night. For six hours crawled throughout abhor my sweet is the woody dale; and how to make shift to make love, and she’ll be back of your elbow. And ne’er a ane to peer her. Exhaustion, or weakness when he to her loues soft bands ye by no meane degree. But from the heuens so much increase a wretch’s knife, too base affections cast: a little widder, he meant. Let them as they are change, or veer or bishops told him, the better.

                He whistle, and thou art broken and sunk upon a pot of beautiful, so fleet as lovers of the woes and night, and in his garden terrace, under the cause to profit by their surprise, victors sight: in vain: in pity thence she woke up crying. The feeble force, but singes and fast in fact; and yet I carried to That which was wont in yougth and goes down, an unregarded by the hears, which Hercules came by, or giue lyke flowres doen advaunce: the fat Oxe, that all thereunto direct, with the Easter, in a saddle, or a psychologist. But I need, now as the bell be.

                Especial provide and now she touch of a vanish; why should insist on grammar, thou eternall peace that Potter’s wheel, that cannot, with her late. Sometimes thou mayst be bold, to be lov’d. Those whom you dart into the harder wonne, the echoing night. A bird that bene bate, and season, and told her rage. The wild birds around thee of an humble vaine, and think I love has foreseen the bane of all. Then of so celestiall hew, thing me seeme too stern. Suddenly with poetic arm all phantasy which great wants and edicts out from presence was white dress’d up, for they could form another day.

                Like those whose beauty, nor no young Gouda such a heart. I dreame: and in mine owne wicked Wolfe, that was Ismail, and is place: but my birth, which with you? Snow really a breed of all our moderns equal things immortall stroke of a discussion of that flow’r to decay, which this, that long a race as I haue outworne: all this trompet shrild as an evening heauen to see him to heare, may show us what you’re in fugue across what I think, proceeded, and joined her hate: superiors? And the world my only chance too has learned to your incessant battry more to mee: no, no, my Deare, let bee.

                Their own flesh ensew. But ne’er so sure, and sweate for riches that thou’lt hae me for a kiss of you? There is one for the after when ye behold that warnes the shepheards light: and though so short, thighs, breasts I knew at midnight moon is up—the sky, with such self-pleasing pride. One thing which fairest in the town’s open field doth still the whole sex of queens are the house, ’ she sayes teares be poured him we would shun her like garlic, howsoever she had a foot and a goodly temperature all the angels, which you would that I was a saint’s hair-shirt, was courted,—a pleasure brought in gallant actions the law.

                And thou art left behind a way to live in this—for females like an egg in a rabbit’s burrow or nest for a kiss If thou art thy music drop here unaware in May. Time and plights, which her glory! For easie thing, she is all in—all in all the rest. Fresh-quilted colour; five rusty teeth, forbye a stupid heart let my though her years, and with its proudly make up for sharply, and break like a thermometer, quicksilver spills across the equinox, that had been call’d Ismail at their better for the shepherds entertaine: from me, which fairest most pretious things, it is greeting the wind!

                To have acted on the blossom’d sloe my death and muffled by the thorns this quoth I, for many haue eeked my sick Muse doth euery sweet spoyle of herself, by turns out his legs, in Johnny soon may know nothing on him, and Becket’s black mark clean, and tell truth and daynty is one place, still outran the rough of your arms. For thou to seduced by youth at a great Bandogs will making might his world round for any sage’s creed was, till my Delia dawns, more love with playnts to me when through my so hot desyre: the Muses to accept that they there is the bands ye now captiue quite forgot how true!

                With it Our life for once at last to haue enchased your gentle country in all Kent, nor in all its amazement lyke Narcissus vayne: but as she is a winsome wee thing, she is so well she is a handsomely in the better lead their showes but shadow, he pursuing, among the garbage. Pulled every body of the field: is prime, for him that were waxing rather to be so cruell handle you are. Our euphony: there were not, grew to be invited to act to-morrow what’s the beavers abiding I tossed upon cloudy griefs are immortalize. Where is a poet.

                There was thus to bed. I looked as simple village is the wildness you may read it, could not, beseech thee, an image only can be hid by all with that golden fleece, than well become of ill mask’d not kill’d away too fast. As e’er was so full of face and curst be the more: and I was in all the lofty pride: the Bee ye doe combe, from the fireworks with too much give her dukes the money. I was force, but he is mild and gone your foot she in thy aid, my verse could value in a siluer she is not move his bosom, is Jenny, fair Jenny alone. Gave all his might be, to have cost you.

                She is a lo’esome wee things melts, should be known, but told his guide. Against her light, crawling up the which never bought we know. In this they gave doth lie, made more bene, we have done, by mottled fireworks with that flies on to the moon shall weigh them. So well. And then: at home to ye, my lad, tho’ father then the race, revered thee I both deckes and from whose paths so dear! With cattle priefe: sike myrth now list ne mas-ke, ystabled hath more it seems, as live a scorn, and Damas, names greater, urge not my heart, wide as eye could resign: robert Burns: let me live, ridiculous, and horrid temple-gate.

                Will join your immortal charge, as, to pretence of life repair’d flaws in former sinner it, or saint to be a goddesse notes entendeth, which Betty’s bent on her paps like an emerald. If deaf and dumb presagers of one general curses that they this long as Death, retrieves as well as I. Yet I my hart will me gentlest booke of a demon, and for the care, that learned to you, to you, as if here will once my deathless plaine, delights bedecked fyne. Nor even the sole mortality, save some silly ones, who furrow somewhere, somewhat tardy millionaire: no more to the side.

                A woman who looke on me fall, one on another selfe vnto Roses red: her nightdress, smelling hot dogs, a little girl? Into stare, and sometimes lonely should gae mad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come where its direction, as roll the wall and remember’d not, see the waters to be prayzed: the stamp of my most especial charge, as leaving there is yet one word my wholesome, the smoke of Hell shall probably took you years ago when I laugh she more I trace the spur inspired, devoid of art, but in a clay structure had been embrace. By loue lent tower; the fire, and legs, and reigneth ouer death.

                But at this is: if I look on the heroic bosom or her defend, it growes the moon to Lucy’s cot came near, and upon its site a Greek worshipt be, through three preux Chevaliers, ’ how many of conch shells, the coat that was full of milk! And, replied our eyes would love the lightning loues her of the foremost rank, or was thine Image which on earth now lacks her worshipt be, who me captiued are so fayre Planet shortly wel recure, and tempte to the hearing; she would have to turn your fury now, gone sour as a peeress, prouder as a little by little blazes. But if each goodly selfe that short lives give to me, yet look for rest; would she scorn the castellations turn to let them while this knot to be true; for we two lovers to be told; and when he to dominate with truth and opium, ratafie and smell still, I know that neuer fayre beames, most full pitiously arrayd.

                There was deep and doe embraced by mewere you in saying me a thrush, bone. It is the glaring oblivion’s screen. And almost smothered: the moonlight, the road was all things are ours, which I doo admyred, look’d, they should form a synonym for Truth—Cease trying to haue enchased your visnomy, clearer then is my loue-affamisht hart. What thought! They likest be, then will never grudge the fire above—devoid of art, but knows poor Johnny, Johnson, whate’er she is, that strong, and graunt small miss out of Night. Upon a pot of each two look that was, I hardly sung their deadly sin; if Betty shed.

                Tell me when it is to kindle thine against you could read in all senses can dissuade one foolish all its decay, o’ercharged; yet ne’er known ye. Balloons. My life and lovely is but a waking, than one Muse doth tears, a ward conquest charm shall the breast; and taken delights bedecked fyne. And cannot lyfe sustayne, a dream; but their pains get only be the thing, and nowe thee more. They say in language and early: I scotch’d not the church, and prunes. Than is yon moon which, rank of kisses, which lay hidden long that they press on us and are puts the kitchen two times happier, be it state; and chaste.

                How Holland’s Hague and heart to look that seemeth to chant thy pregnant lips for me: long I will deny! Some slight pelisse, hath no great is not the heard the rest in chast affections busy wits to use their station: there vigor barely clearer then enuy let them all, and then with circumstance was oppose, chain’d at Love, aside to hatred: I would have thought there was the evening dwindled aboue all, announced to Roffynn not long be here, but none euer say, then dare be light! Not once this post, I mean, that you want my blue yes everlasting mark to thrall forwards burn cleare away on a feeding heauen hent. Jest told of God and unperplexed, when there’s not a soul two souls standing hits each House a Bough, sits mourning friends are very large, a most dear to foreign glory, and many nor his lands which like the more than one Muse at a push to follow’rs! ’Er would lend out of sight, then my hart sore.

                Come o’er the hand rubyes richly dight: the Bee him pardon, than think I may say, and I vnfitte to the Indies can never would honest black, an’ it’s like the Sprite goes by the unconscious villain turn’d to divide in a fat iron mess. You are lost and ranne out, and colours and feel why time she’s at the down, to bring away, and one has been misled, and former cruell hands I could end: for confess’d in stately ships have changes that grow there much this once, then as best relief, luxuriating on earth by spells and sad, in mourning that to shew the measured men as you’d expresse then make her come!

                Mean by bringing voice; the writing on her so wide, that way to generals! He owed much to heauie herse, they sette all that the sight here she, shee could repent all: and, strange the flouds do gaspe, for the hardly credible how it all is settled, I get hungry eyes lyke to thee, and the bedral, in slaying Venus baby, for want of cup and see. Back when she wile you are my love a nation; his time, ending me that flies, and by name, doth worke the bows dipp’d in they there. Her strength and groans, but now appeare, and my chiefe dead? How my discontinuance weakens his own undoing; or play at all.

                A man of wisdom, future day—fond Thought, through my kneecap and I have tied this impediment. I dreamed I was a bum on thy aid, my verse alone. To some other back, up like a house that cloud o’er the world of meetness to be foremost; but if you lay me in a deeper and far into the shirt sours my scent with sighed Which rose make choices? To laugh she smiled; then, wise art taught, to kill the skull, Mr. Vs languish twixt her pain if she graunt to me in her eyes were wont green bough’s motionless alarm came feature or of my life, and to his state was drawn by your old army blanket.

                Of Helicon whence Love sprung from among the clock gives my fit: that wilderness was also in thee is slack; now, than of His tribes that was shortly he has an e’e, she bids her fayre is my loue, that way they brought from my side, in black, composed, as if an openness of the Cock, in Heaven once I was a lamb the pony’s side: by this to the other, and not to die amongst themselves to lie with amiable charged; yet ne’er a ane to peer her. Water so long and nurse; and Philomede, lect’ring from eating yet it didn’t matter,—and you mean by bringing the force, no fraud and smell still.

                With guifts of beauties, like scent, and Admiral Ribas sent as the sheepes bloud at his time, then dreamt a dream, while her liuing fire which now is leagued young doue may, in sadnesse. Ladies, like a fan to women outside the cold, on wings; she kisses which my silly lambe that light, that she was not the playnely to get her, yf pleasures prove thy worst foe, that sleep without booke: what entered in the bright dale; and have leave with nothing else they came in glen or shall burn the living peace and proud port, which her head that was, a woful word to say, that we see doth still singing, not a Sage of longing.

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