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trupicamasncai · 9 months
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Just one week away.....
We're almost there, i can't believe its really happening
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Praise Adriel
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reddragonraz · 5 months
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NEW BOY: Adriel Azarias
Born of a fae goddess and an ancient dragon, he’s a dragon of many forms. He was cast down to earth in order to acquaint himself with mankind and grew to love them as much as they love him. He found that if he grants them power or protection, they’ll give him all the gold and praise he could ever want and tbh what a sick deal for a dragon.
Some humans are greedy however, after throwing Adriel a huge banquet and getting him absolutely shwasted they cut out his crystalline heart and sealed him deep under the keep, drawing on his power and wealth.
Its fine though i’m sure someone with a shovel will dig him up at some point.
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gabbiecasso · 1 year
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Praise Adriel, lol.
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jtl07 · 7 months
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jt (finally) watches warrior nun - s1 e9 (pt 3) & e10
Last episode 9 thoughts and brief-ish thoughts on episode 10
I was thinking again about the fight vs flight critique that Ava and Bea had and was pondering that in the context of all the other interactions they’ve had thus far - and how it kinda bridges over to the interactions (esp the arguments) they have in s2.
As in: This is the first time that we see Ava kinda bite back at Bea - not like how she does in s2, mind you, (e.g. their arguments re: Miguel and the FBC) but it’s a little hint of it. In the same vein, for Bea, it’s a step further from the critique she had of Ava in the hallway in s1 e3 but not yet as emotional as the apartment fight in s2.
There’s not really a point to this observation, more like a, huh that’s interesting, in terms of how their relationship is slowly evolving.
That said, I … don’t have much to say about e10. I’d been dragging my feet mostly because I did not want to watch Adriel being manipulative, and woof, I was right. What I mean: they knew how to cast Adriel as evil via manipulation and lies, and they did it well. It really turned my stomach to watch it, and I was going at 2x speed plus had a completely unrelated movie running in the background (if you’d like to know: it was one of the Ice Age movies lol).
[Things I was pleasantly surprised by and some frustrations under the cut]
The reveal of Vincent’s loyalty was really well done - probably the only time the short scene edits served a purpose. Interweaving Vincent going to Adriel with Mother Superion confronting Duretti (and goddamn, Di Fanti was amazing) reminded me of old Hong Kong Triad movies for a sec. That said: It actually took me a moment to realize what they were doing because they’ve been doing those damn cuts so much prior to this that it nearly lost its effectiveness. All in all, really showed that they’d been setting up Vincent’s betrayal from the very start.
Speaking of old school HK movies, I was really frustrated with the lack of tension in the editing - or maybe it was the angle of shots? I can’t put my finger on why I wasn’t getting the tension I wanted from the girls’ reactions to Vincent’s reveal. (I was, however, hella amused that it took three of them to hold back Mary lol)
I will say that I was surprised by the scenes of the girls waiting for Ava near the beginning, namely Beatrice’s calm - which was highlighted by everyone else’s reactions: Lilith’s restless anxiety, Mary’s tense cynicism. Part of my surprise was because of that fight vs flight convo in e9. I mentioned in my e9 writeup that I found it really odd that Beatrice frames the reason why she has the extra explosives as more of a contingency if Ava fails, rather than how she simply says here in e10 that it’s their worst case scenario. She presents an almost serene sort of faith in Ava here - is it because she’s not alone with Ava (and therefore more critical of Ava)? Is it because she’s with the others (and therefore more presenting as “faithful”)? It’s very curious, human even, how she is both critical and trusting of Ava in these two episodes.
(Or: Perhaps Beatrice can’t find it in her to praise Ava to her face? Hm. Curious, curious)
Oh last thing: I did like - and hadn’t known! - that twist of the fight with Adriel actually being them buying time for Ava. That said, hadn’t it already been 7 minutes since she phased through the wall and yknow, had been talking to Adriel? Also what uh, what were they expecting Ava to do? Like, she still isn’t much a fighter lol. Again, weird tension/build/logic issues - there were plenty of “cool” moments but they didn’t seem to make sense…?
All said, kinda happy to be done with season 1. It felt really disjointed to me in terms of storytelling and editing (goddamn the short scene edits killed me), though it served as a good “introduction” to the main characters. The things it felt like they really wanted to, and did, nail was: let Alba shine as Ava (mission absolutely accomplished) and build Vincent’s betrayal (mission also accomplished).
In any case, looking forward to finally get into s2!
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libidomechanica · 16 days
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Bring Points of Ill the
A sonnet sequence
               I
) Boast not a treasure, and her nerve, a life. Like the Land. For he know. And flavour life. Yet Dauntless many a note, as ever round. As then I should be conceal’d; the same, now she flow. As many flocke at night-winged Dryad of science foil’d: wherewith love me, where we sports of her Head. Bring Points of Ill the winds creep into a fair Treat, and fly or fall, and Peace me here thee sticky glass. The clanging of weeds and sight Muse, the renews: and durst Depose. What Shock had died. I, seemed town, dotting as then, fair that here wear. Like an image died, and forth not that Kings hard thereby is mop and without a boy’s?
               II
And bids had the to get that no Concession giveness. Sometime does the purpose while they soon flow’rs, to the Seat and with all the Locksley Hall! Courage, both his jive away triumphant, under roll’d in school, his communed with Me! I’ll good Barzillai crowned slain, yet him give they waves the nighting seaweeds, of thy kind Occasion—that the sun&thing vaulted down, the publick Office high ho, howling, half a Father wife; years of his far from the leathe one descride backward form’d but was your memory, mine own selfe did husband below. Thy balms in Power emptied since me my chiefe light the Nobles trailed that I mean to me rich all the people doth plain, his Overthrow my wall iudge apprehending his the had cold wore me my Julia, I been table months of this may read to Impenitent at night of one poor: and, like my Fools! She waters voice, your Nations slain the Present their own.
               III
Then hem of the from they change thorn? Of my blush which to life; one for thy poet dotted to her round then, Indecently play Believ’d to sun, and little was never a salt—sweets ways. That is much ouergone, whereto win her die with People when I thing and bright, for human Wit could every doole, drawn from whither’s Balls, and the Vial when I praise the simmer what there. These weight of plait they wave of Diamonds, and love or who stand all for the leveller: for your thrift, their Monarch of radiant flame, or friendly far thence hems. Word a Reign? To your Art nor she Smiles and love, and in placent.
               IV
Weigh belly, which in a kissing Throng’d Martha! And both and did as Absalon: nothing a young Eulalie’s was love; one dy’d, eager-heart of flies glorio speaks the Rival of sunset with a discover younglings—she hour, as my invention no more. Tinctures were roam; till fills to smashed his fans clap, Silks russle, and bower, fortunately fresh ornament, if that that dost to shrink all be wondrous Maiden’s head, some Name of the Sword another— how that even there’s no more Glory living in the viewless all his Odysseys and rosé on the evening Fan be here, and Coaches, and the morning bees the Sails him, her Head, which was happy evening Adriel sought Religion, and moon be, stockade or take his your leisure twixt the way these Arms—he half death sun&thing. Woodwork up to one reveal’d; by various long to hurricane of sight while Peers to the Main to beguile he door.
               V
To herself aloft, love to y0our Desire or at lady. It is wishes with end than though if I knees. Thus, with might lay the flower, or gather, never bed you haste thy mothers use, too much light’st forbid! We are kept it? That iudge, his about the plac’d, like a boat sliding perfectly beautiful at thou shalt lawn. And with blind bent without at a Coaches, and best I well the Nymph extender clear-cut face of join, each other obteine. Locks of Troy; steel there fire of burnish wounded Wand divine in the sun and Treason … If youngest his Love with the Sun, here to dwelt a husbandry.
               VI
Not dwelt alone is God’s anointed thing winter that were passages walking, hang on the Baron Fates, but one stoute: but easy thing in they who was blue sky is all. Who from my love I farewelled laye, oft blind, scanted Vessel glide, was half drowned to stand: what to get think of you may be my Pow’rs, with her Headstrong behind the generous Crown; the deeply dawning eye, which owes to her Face, or as he, the dew, wanton lapwing plume re-ecchoes a spring fortunately I score; the Southern balm breathers scribble at Heav’ns with shall me, that come, proclaim; him away. Born of a Fool.
               VII
—Perish, if Destruction went up, the pout when her Vanities, Lap-Dog gave thee calls that has been this praction my hand, maid in spitting Friendshield and me than his page, her time I am to his heaven, in twenty company. And, with no more I love let us divine this worn and sate to die wits the spreads o’er alone,—whom stained there is clean in Cupid collectors and politic, that pours of the hyde these such Maladies her Maid, but to say, slight wont, and takes sooty Pinions in thee wheel not weight with cryes, when sought on Earth and red; but him sad a fretfulness. If but some place, and Dye.
               VIII
For the glass of Prophets Son renews: wHose feeds of keen all had my Prove: sayes, what neither heir praise upon the God-like Alcestis, froze to there not Grains the world imagining Death thy duty so gracious, so dirke night quiet bread. You grew groan’d, and purple- stain’d bower, or wedg’d Weapons in his faithfully quivering is. Thus in this use or snow she is blooms and I find a Sighing New to my flocke, as the thorn secure, fury of thine? If David, after air that other departed! Dost to remains is sought have become and tea, stained glorio speak but must take; when do for itself.
               IX
Drunk an Amiel’s monarch tame a part, that your loved muscle, on solely took delight, of liberty all the blushing stranglings to school excell in my cryes ye have fled still be my life might drop in love, whose our beauty is, the Maids turn no rule wary that ascend, and from th’ Ideas crowd. At Mart of sight. Sits dwells me ours are express’d even in did maintains debas’d with her down to all the distances I bold, that thine, rose, and panes of that the fiesta of life: it killing Son? Of specious, Bold, shall grace? When Flatter, I am happy me! And got, I must, observant.
               X
Let the time couldst the sugary with separate Vulgar, pass, you gull tears a Right; for me, darling, we talk and she alike a bleed thought she is fit; sagacious drough heavens Anointing they; not, the unconqu’ring Omens did exceed to it and, on which shepheards he had no occasion—that thou Monument my enema. Meer in pity to garden those Modern sky; the lovely Rose-banks, and Taste, well comes a snake, a poet sinck. Its and all thee the eye cheereful cry Is it all bright new Plot: yet, sprung in the silver Token, ran its in a girl who firmly forming Son!
               XI
Hee will as a pure alike. White floure his Fame, who doth fault? And leaves us not a name,—sweet Robin singlets of thing I countenaunce burned overlooks at, in Descend; nothings opprest filmy Delia, more. Not where greate, in the Ground soften enough the World row your honour blaze of being sich, when Kings were surrent of my horsemanship and I’m waited to sell thy brain. The face of their exceed thee! He coming to be too long Proculus alone in Mexico I see a wealthy word a Reputative and found, and loaded East the mood made and all that, trembling is at a dearer dresses close Design’d, to creepe? With both her be reaps on the King, we whilst other you … mother is true old the powder cheek grows your Titles at a Crowds, but burn in all one left espye: those, when a wondrous with Years: long sire on the summons stranger day; for Sovereign Yoke. The burnt will be bounde.
               XII
I loved a glory setten goodness near thanck. That her is than a two grubs on and they fight; because mercy, and when your Eyes complacable months of suns. But the Peoples Saint: would do t ye, good Dogge to see how I was not throught the fainting crushes, but their Nation; for not enough if I star, and all bodies her maken please; the hour, as my sore. Thought Relief contemn; but, Delightly Mind, still their sigh by some is fixt the silver bed the air, kind corrupt by then love is clear sense is one, that dead? And smooth as she sweet Stephen greefe I do loves—wheezed and his pursue, all feelings.
               XIII
Upon thus, God is met to leese art? I had in each never knock’d then thorn you of the Sun-beams shadow, slowly said my sense of her why I waited that grew a greater us: they fled flatt’ring together Kings the sugar both of you from her Eye, where wondrous and kiss, and eager-heart to the gazing at the never bed; he cries fortune roll’d in the Soul Disclaim; his Sigh rain their dear ruin your and Quaking on her crow then the world, a Prize, and from Steel recede to tellen Repine as whether is the dark tree were his Box. That in requisited by their dead, foolish passed best live, and the purpled, and Delude that the Fair, as its to be work was kindness of the pond which may Controlls that mov’d Thalestris wicked, body already view’d with of Leaders question call my Delia dawning ouergrast, full wind! So the mocks fires? Each sheets, and was made her page, a Foreign Yoke.
               XIV
His gone incense it worth a discontemn; but in thy Name, nor purple Pinion wide as he fruitfull makes the nightly cryes most myself dost keep I wishing in you can’t common-wealth, by Wonder sene? Th’ embrace. I could her Ear. To this, old Farmer makes a strutting his slain and my Muse soft like a burdenous walks in Court remember sweet less Kings he thicketh cheek or sleepe out sought into Ease? In some photos her hands the Gown; she to see the rich to say is plaine thy sweet body like than breast like a desert all have writing at then, in bittering out its dwell place, in her Eyes from side: tis though thee. Who cause expose, oppose, they had waking planisphere suspicion no one leaves give truth that Rapacious Aims are robb’d of Vapour days of kiss Her the victi. She birds, withdrew, and Noon on more: helpe me, his Cooks, while thought and out. If any seasons and Quaking underness.
               XV
Leave me—toll the grows outstretchereless like one design’d the cote, as if thy sweet without all yonder all grace, as not mine’ or thine eyes one Will. And state, tO sell is fast shore! Were for this similar to take youth grief can be not tho’ I slept quick a twofold true good choyce, but forget whereof, both by some thou euer had a books at, in they start, gather mother and we’ll go, and blonde hear than thorn and a brave and rushing could not for me. Fancy them gentle to salutes the Work, yet once more doth say, hey had I range Foes unpunish with fast, nor Nations, him moving by the holding Muse.
               XVI
Shall was fated easeth that his the Pile; and supplies his bow, and the pungent of join’d experience befall, so closde-vp sence, that euer sette Godlike Alcestis, frosty air my Safety praise of brows out of course, to my hear, it in thy King wanting to all her Hands from the chord of these fine forfeit of Death, by their Belinda’s Neck. A purple no part, his face of amber. And thousand leftovers the bird of heaven, as I forc’d, and none happy, how far behind. Have fraught Jerusalem were Prince; but far as shed to hurt she shrieue: neuer knock’d then my drew from the Gods-smiths Defend then cease upon the moon be so still I dwell knowne form’d a village in that still shew’d he knowing and as long age shall I were controul, in the Glories, for object find to restrait its Tinsell thine? What it has turned thrice tapers that forget how they fight, white. Overcoming Age: behind my hearts.
               XVII
Far and David in Whistled grand memory did we had not should be as made morning down world the soul. Towards comes that always remaine. Fair at length of love: now falling that sweet these, the game, and the wintercourself, is to them: but to blesse sorts, and all hovel foretel; tho’ my memory, and fathom white shadow’s beare burro. Guided sometimes the caged this pompous Robe common Name. A Beauty’s void oft they ho hold and Tweezer-Cases. In stone; witness of Japan that touch time is bare as birthday part, till no fair breast with hem ease, his an under. Away: but the bodies marriage.
               XVIII
Kind and half a fickle which her god made Obnoxious of both was him struck one, i’ll take payned, or fled, when hang that music before? And sees in the Root—and faire, giv’n has he expiring Swan, and left me shepherds in clouds of couetise, his Prize is in his and cups of my back from them in the whither had for than sourly leave. There a Goose-Pye talks; here it, every boundle common woos, wretched the wind. When I keeper since his dignity: for Sylphs take the raises like a cleanly Leg, to playe, that is fit; sagacious Action If you ain’t sure love to say, fools that my Nostrils destroy.
               XIX
And the found shall who fondly am some new Brocade, glitt’ring Mill take some turned thing, and chuse you the face stick Band, the woud breath’d my man can move: but with tape-recorder shrinks down of Golden pomp, did other wonne of Paradoxical, which be the lightsome place flies than stones was hole you are there! Love has fear! Restore: loue is far my smil’d the things lost as my Power, and a song, to sate its his he island daring and hers metaphor, after alone. Feels benomd with the shrubs, with end the honey terror string Form in they had that caught you up their Insect-Wings, were, the Partridge so well.
               XX
Here is before like to these thou shalt though race, undisturb’d, she shepe, all forth then, oh Pious things nearer rate; his hands of Fate, tO sell, till that brightly paralled to crowned into thee why. Should ye heart; wherefore, hey happy, enviously seat will the Breast with story, the house their first inadverteth live alone can make his Prince; his Frame completed. Crushed bird o’er with bugs is close the world’s due: their Charge of Jerusal stay: and hath becauses, and care, rais’d thy painted liker between a day, the dire Offers all of piercing for swear alone clean her tyrant maid with the day?
               XXI
Who thought: if to child! Thus, I quaffing his Servance where, yearning’s field: so the Vial when your held he, what makes he weak woman’s so bear: I lay with heart, his the Shepheard, Pauletter who gives; at ev’n trees, and trees go limped down us from seeming Light to their Duty bound, they than his bespangle comes must ask me no more distant climes, and your pypes assist earthbound, and creatures on Orcas Israelites; and, to gain for grammers robb’d his Foe to import the Field. Are none elsewhere no deeds. Those did Stews; for ever sat, and bounde, some Female Babe, troth, lucky Revolution which I could do?
               XXII
Of the memory of the dusk, we two. That purple and the Day, misguise, and can I things are face stir of with some lucky Revolution wild and meanest last. Tis the seasons: sneaking into a Gnomes a well might-have-beens, as he woud head and Kings can Willye now I known, the was made a swain distance bend&curve in cloud Adam bind a woman’s Sable Self-solitary doves, just with redoubled mine! The silver Spires, lest had the roots his drink, proud shall enter of with all dressed there. Damn near pride; furthern balmy life was darkness! Springs as when you adjacent. And Wits the morning fate.
               XXIII
He least, and by Laws Eternal Good, by praise euen. But her Victim falls, do you see each misery! Young giraffes. Which Hebron bright arriv’d long day: or another ear. His braw gentleness of the sat another graue a sweet receivest to resound shall be Naked out it is with a little hoary Morning then Belial had rain is the Y, good, would like a contest? And he bellman of high comes in thee down, and, is but relive it—lowers. Will I do love affords. To view any room. Which shall joint: slowly-dying Vanities must, observant. Even in operature fall.
               XXIV
And fair as all seek: for that euer seen. Some say she despight, hissing, where warm’d his Locks creeping, and see forth a feeble Voice. The night, indew’d with labyrinths my love slight of join’d who surround window and burning, born force witnessed young Chariot never cry, oh my soule wa’, she silence. And won his jowls If your indignity: for hear their Proof, in each when King’s at a Draught of the effort of thine eyes the World on thus on earth an Individual; and saw for what changes requite did wish tongues to childe is compiled, reserve the future farre: warn’d by this the gems, with Flows, men to sleep.
               XXV
And in and leane sorts of all thing by, one thee what’s the darkness of sunset aside, I crawl into there a new-born while gateways cheat … it might of Lu, sad Chance; horse alone of delight him not tempests decay, clos’d, a Beau. Since like my heart to itself has pernitions has there is forth yours. The sticket down; and finds creek joints; it is to find is plait they should the beside bowing could every sore dead be won from a thou are kept with a strung in the tear this, I half a Muse. And the Town self shamed through if I put ourses like: a blowe your Father Passchendaele, Babi Yar, Vietnam.
               XXVI
Of all goodbye to Water for love none chief and thou dost look, the pursue it bears should faith, hand, for Shimei, thou are they err frosty air fated or Fortune strength of Louis, and Lethe trader, but not again, now Pain, th’ inestimable Priest he whole of beach of them spread? And all his Brother won’t do their Land: and you hee’l flat fiend a wayward sit, and what spitting Great hunt: but he’s steady seek: for seeing place as thy petals Levites, heariness a man, he was he cops. Forgot, and in its own descenter a second Mose’s Law, or assignation, beckoning date.
               XXVII
Prevail of her weapon front to the longer, than the o’ergrown old Imperial Tow’rs, her maids and balmy Restore often urg’d with jealousies at once is a little urn. Where abundance knowne very Wise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father god makes the stouter wish of a fork and in each Eye to creeping a sod. And wink, while admiring heard nobles while of such lighted hyacinth a die forest with a lion, and to restroys: and trembles wrong farewelled Lowders haste the stood and Desire in the mountain-headed Toast, and she of happy’as I forsakes of mine.
               XXVIII
Free therefore I embrace. The cleanly still enter your hear! Opening duct they lusty fondly low: for Labouring you thought, the State shall streams, Invention, but was an ever be by allowd, is needful at their necks, which now endearing forth, or fann’d, by love, sweet the gory band hateful hope to my come never again? That your Cause. Been shape and good and stopp’d thy part of the moon—the mystic Order last they are glide, the sugar both dead brow, I sing your marges me thou art than well the foule euill her arms are made the looks at one which perfect in well the glitter a shine again.
               XXIX
The ground. And he hang upon them Joyn’d alive, Goddard, that lover that files extendency toward so slights are crau’d the child wives in the blast. Reply: she heavy tufts of love is not fear the beginning as no which time down that shall espy; and beauty, all that the rich he giddy Jewel, he poorest of her Hair shorten I look into stony restraight, as Philome vsed their cal: for Sums of her jewelled off in a shadow’s Govern’d alive in the foot stay: august needle-point from Blood from silver Spirit dead: succeed; of twelve vast, superiour fond when Musick softly and human Passion wedges day so double drown’d Arab in the pursue, and dar’d, and always undisting hast the Rank of great, and for the level Green, and let me with grows the more than Loyalty the wore, to Patch-box fellow share, with a square. I am to move Assembling of this wicked by new.
               XXX
By former maid had love and with Spirit afford no praise thy troubled Fragment, his between the richly comfort me. Day. Its hue, all that doleful Plumes did Joyn’d all others always was I burn it if once in the world’s from am’rous Mind we be of night of the Devil has true reaps on their cared to such after maids away! Next it hands, our Jealousy to break goodness,—not of op’ning Rebels to the large of Man! Oh blisse; in the cold, or Priests are all his may be infers a Rightest to feel an oath; charms pale little may be in the fade a shrewish wound some divine shore there we knows.
               XXXI
Poisonous Woluish Fair of Rosalendar could entwine, not Wicked it is three more it very with a Frisbee, like that the night easy con tongue: thou haue beaded East thy cheek to gives us not, or other humble he speak a thorn, the murders to creep, the room, but prove what, and bounded me if east: one but with love’s caressed of the general Sons by the People who give which esteeming Power deserve thee virtuous smart. With you would spiration Blinds! And make a humbled, their Brutal Rage, both was mine ear, cry’d insults his wide words can make, and sight, pretenderson to the flatt.
               XXXII
Grew, the wise I would round sound of every door unto the sugary write in California and he breeze the golden at holds her in her earned their hand, nor whether. So loue did the for wake an Heir, a Princes Son were everyone else receive, thought step, to hold him as the little Heavens files and oppos’d the wide away because. And will be overbear to kind? Thou with cryes while melted down: tis immensive War; when six months of thine; for head justly doth golden Crown, that I fear’d from whose love to- day, so thou dare that thou, confus’d a Thumb state, but Lofty Mind; to mourn this, e’re best.
               XXXIII
But Colins streames a babe is might his more: to all the mad Passing Rebellion damn, which time to given at dark lawn or up the incens’d Vigaro cry. For, spikes, touch a strange, let all in mystic Visions, call thy black save than his son will sag to his Country of excel; which make a fancys erring Crowds, well the Chiefs to comfort both have give when I look which is hath hym payne you first Onset, a frown in all the thorn alive in him setten by my Muse, not a tone. Though the Priests yet stress. His Kings; where then, my Minds creeping. Their God’s enemies, and half aloft, anxious, and tho’ less.
               XXXIV
Remains thorny points, no tears its last his soft Sound absinthe aire night, count the pond of Native not love your face. View thence last dark with Lamp; the pond of moss she the Shroudes, haunter this but with narrow from popping down upon they ho thee fly, in sack of burnish Beau, the Violets throught, her skin opened fire is based, when soule, naked, great they had never feet thy narrow with me, to served. It may true rear meadows old, and if all her perfect in sun too; so much him poor the shall believe me was the fumes of Nation—lost, there is, which which never down like: a blood; which is mild, but shuns to rome?
               XXXV
With my lofty Mind: when I resembling, gnawing at their lash! An image did sow. These and sighs behind around it, lest Law forbears as the repenting could be lucky together. In the balm around. For Lawfull Nile, I must lowers, and came down from short slow circle, or perfect noon clouded Canyone. Or bene they shade away, or what whose Young down upon thy Children is yet there grew, this Princes I glimmer believe me. Her Jonson now sharp of each holy Spring, and wide Ambitiously grossness of this slain. And traces in that bring pain—oh mishap this owne least luld more.
               XXXVI
I try yours of our blaze, where grant wrough I spoke, and stretches from heavy tufts of my Power learned as though by murmur, snatcht in my House, and painted to thing so warn’d he specific yet true into the ground, while, they spoke: so you, I’m a girl should in the gen’ral Fate! For you, with pretending gets that he prime by looks the Government. When the strikes throne, than off from which steal from Vertues Land: perhaps the eats she way shepheard manage Rakhsh alone I ate webbing in a Billets commixed the break goodness curlews calls benomd within my foe, to embraces the love is to sealed the pierce Othello in the window flowers. Thou blind blessing nod of unmated is fills me when fairest and is so fortunately rejoicing to lisp thy joy! What caught on her the plough though the Crowds engage, that ev’n inspir’d by thought in a spring; beside; at least, or this gesture made for.
               XXXVII
Wander’s floods, thin my Foot, let thee, instead of the more to be admiring Wits ago. How blythely was an eager watch of Dispatch, we rankness. Made foredoom of sweet and salt, but when the Babe done, twas wont light I the kitchen, much was wont to find too cruel. With ten ye lyst, yts times tho his before them would I am ready with slow for he can pick they saw, and lodge so appal. Love with thy soul. And when he bear complains. But with Stubborn expecting neuer it end of a Patriot Pain. Once I swear is an angel of Rosamonds nowe her fann’d, to views to eat or Weak?
               XXXVIII
Of why sits when not falls of yore, to the flit by the air, and all above, that straight true lord was enoughts in the roll’d his golden sayd, wanting to have never sat, and then, your gentle to you in brands he deuill at the faire with that same and praise the Nymph he tombe of War was mad, the chose divine, scatterned thousand bright please to the night. When plead the sword of merciless Foes sent found that would I to me troubled and, to sell. To th’ most fragrant it see, how awkward with hear merit heavens Decree; when she beats of Power, their long were pressëd, dear place, and green, and sloe my hand divine?
               XXXIX
Sent found that then, maybe kisses crave for well howling, sweet.—When she grave. Some Common- wealth not starward child was his like a store hope to be score: he sought eye or thee, my Fear this Hands erect thy bonier yet. That this half a Jest ⸻ nay prison. And smote the Purple noonday. I know to bear, made him gain, they clasping Warriors’ Necklace, takes of Bodies issued at them become full-crown’d in each other with sacred Rites of his life? Who possessions guilt, perfect Beauty, lime and then live, and the shut Eyes; amaz’d, snored. Some Female Errors fall, who is there to thou that unrepent as a root.
               XL
His Youth and as never dye, looks were his own slip into the dread Event to flying neuer single of Godly Factious of a less of you see, so should like Prize, another lose young Messiah blest themselves in tear; whene’er felt be draw fresh ornament subject; and all we talk that putation Times, the sweet to dominate were foredoom of murmur, snatcht in sitte we sleep in his Pray’rs at leade? What spoke, a melancholy cryes. We’ll not that floated intellence. His more the cold weight but after it endeth the Whole. Casket Indian can maids the Aid makes he comfort of praise.
               XLI
To whithers transparent her Eye, lovest of rotten by how of knotted respects; agains, as I’ve hear to make thy sweet ecstasy to take some pond your feet with thou view from her house no more the Lure the dead and there where. Over to his glutter that sweetested my mought on: in equal Fates the hyde thine what costive child to serve the speak in my arms when the wish, or returns, blow? And water Governs with a Frisbee, let the sacred ill, and sweet newe mischeife grainy durst the Fate, in think to Ovid, after a trust what I’d rather, think too late: the hill with my self must for Oh!
               XLII
No—she nightdress we find of shore, with rehears of skin, Command, caps on hands of waters with lowers. Thus, in the dear love was bewitch’d thus wise; some disper’d the Whisper’d in his second affects my own. My she to that bind, I sit be your Ruine han this farre them all. Delia, on while their Blush taught nedes sustainless curious long as no praise to reason dies. Especial love; its health Image when Hells dire who dare thee, poor a boy he’s defects ought the Cosmetic Fit, or an und I lost! I, seeing slight, and enough Opprest, the Queen others. Of the bit were terrifies he give?
               XLIII
An into cease—Belinda flew out in his Treasured from they take my beloved. As liness many, multiple loss what new controul; and mow me you I know. Ours ward, confesse, that call in the living violets dancing eyes of humane Laws length, by inconscious throne, i’ll takes, in size and hath one than a cruel, crowing conspiraled to Spain comes to saye, then graceless and times had never lusty forced, mought: and her and the fewe such a baby for, the piercing flower away, or takes in their Cant, the Devil? That yet. I’ll have slept quite, that youth doing, and tell my stand, and to this eye?
               XLIV
Mild, and faith, immovable Self, I have Place, and there me, when I keep him shame, usurp’d a Thumb subdu’d, spite of lovely a face. One hast with be told himself will the Diggon. Comrades, the beside in sun&three Moon, was all the one fix’d; the Soyl been content and it out the ancient kindle neuer auaile. Yet, if not to decide thing the rout, on that a face and well-bred Lowder heart be accident. Be not me alone, so longer lash! One discerning and silent the burro, too strange and Snakes antiquity forced to the Walls, and your silence. Proud commend within this swaddling-band.
               XLV
I hear me signs the earth beats, or at willing one, that she beast to buoy the furl’d in than mine eyes. For Roffynn nothing, with ease, and die, witty Ovid, by whom the dead? Oh Thou, great soft Catullus, cool was History. Have said, and glad, and candies into seize hairs. Maiden May is garage I felt alone,—Go, love becomes to begun: rift the Pillow; get to the Planets appear; and herself aloft repairs, cages we the Loves in joy that is not throne, cut of burning duct things harder lash! When its way your blest, there you can’st see thy narrow at heroins Shout, carrie than we bestadde?
               XLVI
The globe we do pleasing, Dear thigh to channels, call hover, never all in mysterity, and Tyrus in a side, while melted Roofs and wisely by nature. And a little warm earthbound, they lustrous Sighs to my minds divinely try’d, trembling, and now, full-throated be infectional was dead, and tempt more! Now Jove show’rs. Ask me nor Nature, and Property, it has thou the play? No more: to soon of exist and dandle lit them were that, the more the Flock. This, I thought the publick stead. So leave heap those who say, full, dead came and touch, and hair: soft and wicked into pleasured moonlight Muse.
               XLVII
As the airplane movements of love nor goodness on my pearls of Fate, for me from her chosen it at least of things the doth thy Prospect his guided and circus grows; whose fell vpon that’s a snow them revere apart in to a please; these, theyr good confess thee that more frecklessness, guessed, when blue day gaily seeking a sing your subsist; thus, cold warbled Form and Stephen the had obey, dost gives to barke and as if crooning by the Nymph exulting to see thing, at a tooth in wear to the stoute: born on my smell fayre floating a couples huddled in all fail; thrice tells blessing loue. Of please refuse?
               XLVIII
They chamber they crave for such, who gives, just take an array—my mind a Monster sphere. With feet the Fate, till thine in all feel such savour to tell the shepheard to heart made a Tyrant’s practis’d for cry, oh misled breasts are Resent from its field, althought Religions of does she lark’s with reheards do from the said, And doting sorrowe. Welling result will now had founds suitors, were he streamly Good, that art left Defend? With plays and Beau, the Victor frenzies; tho his one. Wrapped her depose. Saw Cupid; and faith of weeds. To the minglèd, as where British Throne, the Babes are at once are of might me such day and flip-flops. And blow, or from accident. Thou canst not bewray leave of Government. But their Mind wither Charming in the a Thumb state so well oiled bodies with her eyes which workers, call’d as longing to Us, nor changes reinvigorately to-day to be it when your heads to Dust.
               XLIX
Or chosen Sylphs survey the worse: and the room. If you when rush’d, and reasons flying the boots; the was a back to shed; she head of Worthier Washes scarlet closed: where not all is part of tourish’d Power, or miserable Matadores, and tell. And stemmerring me, as they sayne fields of Ruin, and heavy; thing pomp is times I marry me underbolt. Ours is not unkind. In can. How she knows next Heir, a birth,, my piteous dyes, in deadly die? We finely sheepe would certain that tendersongs can I expel by natural? Thus address into none on its Arms may Contracts. Twenty year.
               L
I mocked Neighborhood. Past how the fresh— Desires, pale and shudder’d, we water, the taper of Music out of thine; oh that fields of great its frumpy home repulsion story. Many a tears the out how it could haue learnd I linger evil of age, but sin again; what Person to mourn for Just in their eyes of think of Scylla’s Fate, already in our substant passion wedges song the bound, the graceful Government. The prevail of glass in Brunswick Scorn’d, and sentence to bright of that vnbitter she a weeping Train, no King. The Khalífah’s Arms— he had all Common Sense, that doth rever.
               LI
And you’re luck away! I never watch’d with Absalom, for the Handkerchief of world a jewels, and Tygres, gaping they help I carefull crown on the Cards. A God, and Rais’d in another’s Toil attends there in a selfish movies grave done be here minding Light. Now rose-banks of desires, and show me with such length; a daring, who thought than his Mornings no fact I could those times while you closed: august never blandishment and that sweet smile of her fear, made fortune which is true reap in Strength must be above, and take of what once and you free the very sort, till thee, knap their head just with all!
               LII
Not just, his Overthrown upon the State, fear of youth! I see the Fall for on my Fall he cry that could awake. And I can: before the Fights of my best, submitted Lambe happy, hold thy plaints, or sleepe. But name of our times my honest Eyes, two time they could never, as if a Woman’s beloved. Or the Breast about the Soul Disclaim to sayne describe me on Dead, and always was—a woman Old, we more, woman His eye? You of the noon, yet all then in one. Which Hebrew fierce so kindreds and call make at Maud was not write Lock, now my will, and Love; to Heav’n decrees a Right a thou, Cruel!
               LIII
If your hands of why shadows see by Weaverse that the summons steps from thou not but mars you, all from expensive Ear, that hurt she, methink of the next, this is their neck, her springs and twenty coat the edge by some Expedients like Feinds, and half drowned some safe to snap, do the wait, as thy shake, kisses; which is not pure looking-glass of us, neighborhood. Now it could not blustrous have lover was my soule, nor heard cries, let to eternity and see, of glass If you with awful, in your spring wanted the Violet. To break; ah for canst that I am waited the color of Mt.
               LIV
Thus chalky, who sure while he wound beauty’s bones in love of gracelesse woe; just insensate more bent, work had rapp’d his Cause, all Day we’re no more call my mind, no prayers did euer shiny this arrow: I can do for idle ran its and more above me, cut and thinner reaping Wits way the station of weed therefore immortal Sheers, your own a catched Main, soldiers would with airy tale, no penance. I had for then only bore the night sunrise then with with feet aside. But and Self, but oh turns heard her life are kept in heav’n who would seem Consort of a Prince; but after margin their Lord!
               LV
Where your spring fire, let me confess that flowers, evening, welcome, and Dye. As the Multitude at once incense of all the spring so carefull eye, when Exchequers of such, and thy foe, to restore the innocent warp us free front prodigiuos Gift away, and Stephen garded curl— can commend with Pride contendency took on her eyes, when I shall rears; puts for a hundred clothes, but in red around. But when the Wretched you’d never sat inhabit, hoping her bones with tryed stagger Thorn. So as thou wert mate true, thought, th’ enamel tumbling, earth should gutter iterance!
               LVI
And fantastick Fame rule, fire of Joy in a Birth may I tie augment. Let not here; fresh, the World—no Rechabit, hand oblique pen would be tell you thyself aloft, love lived forth a little to medle sadde. And the Dark, and when I slept on purer Blushes, discloser to give you didst of thou with gracious Sigh, is with his Train, valley light. Grew up without my more to dare vain; with a squire with a Worthine of Poesy, or now Pain comes as see. Against Pallas, Marie, Dawn, see three were cast, so old, althought I weene, but thou don’t deny’d. The Press give all his headlong revolving, oglings.
               LVII
Soon a hill with despight, hey ho hollidaye, or throng’d Martha Ray. I grant of misfortune can judgings are all Common-wealth, or more! Saw the nighting in musics to experience my hearke: but never lost inside true it rich love in should go: perhaps where he door—tis selfe escaped half alcohol, And why to the level days to his freeze her grammer event; for you of times do but sure histories Darling to the dark mard by, would never kept with close; but, Delia dawn; and grey. Those petty wrong the stole in Pow’r for a kitchen twist; till be the Sunne be say. Trust the moving, born away!
               LVIII
The murmur of the shoulden from, at Gath another’s too late theirs’ the Diggon, I am the heards do us both to green her the o’erlooks as third intent in with the well. As I’ve her arms shalt strait its good King: the fat, break, if Hampton’s Cheek and daisy, salt, estrait high hyll, thou do not be Pawn’d, like a rivell’d Flow’rs. I wish wife was like my golden time, whom, when he martial, in his Eyes, were brough thou art that some everything Irons rage; and grey. The starvest not see hours, but sing for Amiel, a dumb the sunlighter of the wall it prove were sunshinese led, reincorporate Fame.
               LIX
In pious Aims are and what content, if you drinks, if unseen, nor calling die, as fear to their Fortune doth such eeking away because my heart; whether, or an Equipage to their God’s bicycle onely was misdeede feathen the Fights breast pause thee them suffer, the tears in the patch, we crown’d, and dark-purple them say o’ercomes just and stopp’d in the cried, the could be, share their Wings these Ill, for he sea breaths of my Honour, or Neck was no fancy begun. A thirty-one that to our brain of the meet your place upon the bounde. The liues are misery! Can I burning on his Bloud.
               LX
I might of her Eyes, a wretch, how fast and their mighted Skies, when no rule! Her shine and Wretched the Fair, and hushed tower, and Year— while those presence what purpose alone, singing slowly movingkindness’ sake there, and pebbles all the Frame a man short that in the air is I know. And guided sexton that have beheld, in her has fear they pleas’d purpose: brood do deed out, might man can fight, cries: but not the false follow ocean who dare scarcely that same too little across a Monarch in his Off’ring Wealth. That shake, that grew, they flee, and slipper knew: and justly vain but two loved they wyll: or Diggon.
               LXI
And slow then playne. Eager paper too happy lot to shore, is woe I vanish’d Hairs, cages we care not all thy paralysis, t’ espouse? For very best sent: the thicket doth rise from his Jest, then chair as an Evil Cloud rain the Flock. They require woe: he thing. Shall me, conscious David’s Part did make a sin; with a difference constant in parts which for charm’d magic sails propt for your voice with are the balmy Restor’d; saw Seames to crowd be had faultless Fame: and hand of the flee from my winter, I am water, this turns do but once of late, transparents whence morning of a fails?
               LXII
God candless me with selfish undone, stray, shall view’d such as to nature as chiefly Lover again: from my last that loved. What Maud in view in conceal’d, trembling the rack lips, their union then should be ador’d, by Forgives live I ne’er depose: favours that, say this if all you was dearned things happy in Figured fragrances siluer she bitter to Spain comes that that the Spring over hands; and happy, it mouth; and far away! No—she night, he soyle wore methings that is becomes a spacious roots his beauty, not with mean Descent, fair, but prais’d in the fleet is the times I’d let Scorn.
               LXIII
Thought alone on that, where is not a Wife. Or if Time: from the parrot’s cares, with Himself a Pardon crave; god was by, in slow they God’s enemy, nor leave taught and Mankind! With verdurous Croud Egypt would be thee; horsement, an imposed; what sun. If Kings were do I remember, and Redresses she waits take you can’t components five knows next it will dressing the stick. That euer than than this shadow and enough thereof, my Mind discompose lucky Revolution claim’d, cold and this tend. Even of the game over yet many a tin box. Larger was divine another. My see you.
               LXIV
You grew in sight; the Grounded eyes and I never sullen Repine another got, when King’s Defence to speaks, which or her who fry cold lie down to master than have clatter: let this importances, neighb’ring Power too warmth as rarely. And yet must to play’d deep-dissembling Woe sate mounted stitchen growth of weed out of a pearly taint who took at which rhyme, the Suffering to Sin our pypes a watch and pebbles all the Serpent of Son; got, and what it in theyr sheets in the Sun, he shake their ear of the prompting at hill, so doubting in my pulse: and Wreathing who took at when I sit up.
               LXV
Th’ extend hear that greate; turn’d me like to gain, insteady head just Victories, the storm of fire one piercing within my lungs fillèd all the bloody cloth’d arounded the Place, and Jebusites; who possess to be enjoy! That so tended, Elysian Scent weight: but in the silver Thames. When your of the Govern, now, full People into non vitto. In my presum’d to dance to my finds, whene’er depose: brood do deeds did me on the store than Accuse, frugal for me them reveal’d Shrieks by emperations can heavens Annointed mind eyes sent: impart thought: tell thy look in the Visions, matche?
               LXVI
Oaths of our sounds, Charioted hands the Noons, his Height moony, inlet—warm, seabathed, This may go? And arises behind to herself is the lov’d Thalestries oppresses withstands her in the squint eye. Sage common- wealth and will the dresses of men: men, by their sight a losse are Negligent from Humane Laws, when Musick for mouth where and with my eye that world-wide a Tyrant so its many seat will song not knees. Space, that blown off and from the blue; furthens the sent their Peoples Saint who sniff at least, the peoples Pray’rs at once of a Conquerades away are robs the wine, entrusty May!
               LXVII
I am I, when the Soul? In midst regret, most sum, you sleep together. Whom, shuffle& shift to be forged hooks, and griding on moon. The too closde-vp sense is the baby is many a tints succeeding rainbows old. And fair shiness, icily regular, splendidly null, or where all the Damon did outruns Decree; which the Jews; who is in joy that where you. Some is a Goose- Pye talke, and got. I things in chair, shit wrapped weight. And Justice that, while David view any room banging himself it out this slight sunrise gown from the palsies, and the summer longing like a green hang o’r: and sway?
               LXVIII
The waited into it, to the raise to determine may make and pane, her Side. And in place sent pot the spoke, and acquaintain- top, i’ll tempting in I would have give not thine eyes, face, for Soveraign power in her Lock now my wind with a Daggered the bear child. Hating I said, My could life past that thought ay deeds. Who talks; men pressëd, dead them form would slightnings: for the love grocery moorland!—Thought new Brocade, who given his Feet, and with meanest Nature Race? At even you thyself of weeds and me on sands from her stare! She of life? I am not supply’d his Foes, men of the Vent. Some me.
               LXIX
A poet doth industry hair. Thee as the lark’s will drink his measure, the found, when altogether head sage comes songs to non vitto. Proves its frugal for ever bosom with grace. Suddenly what lover Lap the mountain-top does she is not be in Sion ran: once all their calm and swelling Crown, countries unfolds, dirtying its for fear, it with a deadly passing to be Kingly to white flocked its black Omens did not seem most destitute observe the pianist play inters are life, and shew his kindly cries: no Court: impart ought is necks, when pyramids, to tune. Things of my general Ends.
               LXX
With a Daggered in thy cheek, like Sin. But whose uselesse of conting Fame, and flower yet evening, yes, and kiss Their Hearts to serue that always and Heav’n whom still a painfully to-day, but stillness. Is grief at tho thou dost love, another’s affirm’d, like a Foe. And all sufficience, at his peculation can winds too truly love engage, and Midnight and whispers’d duke! He to make me nought and in should yield; now Shock, the buff, or Trimmer is true itself so quiet, and went their Friends disembark often enough I shall bring? Till affects of blossoms came with thy distemperate Ace.
               LXXI
Made a little droned in irritable rest, of all times I doe taken a talling spraye thine eye chews the Sanhedrins may hair. Quite ill his Fame, and on my bonny birth, as lonely was necessary to leaues there, within, all around by their Own. With Golden quak’d, salvia the develops, a slowly, she lawn or up to our Jealous burning Age, so Ladies dead been Great delved a curre, and love afford no penance. His old, nor bowls fat another, fluid Bodies his arrow: I cannot they imposed; what touching and always why I wanted this Achithphel wasted aside.
               LXXII
Which you see, and bring the pensive the end. The Court, and steel the most those, or sleep alone, since with jealous driven admir’d, her come, in to lingers and we live here, and live I never knock’d all his Saint whose Treasons of Egyptian Rites may Continual chemic yet all her sliding hip to holding can Right of Think to Perigot so many find thyself the kingdom content, and God, a Goose-Pye tallies flit by emperor any head uncommended, Blame him King all glow, made the night, this, ’ he cast how we sprouting into me for Interest Youth, full cry head, or don’t do it.
               LXXIII
Gods the balance to a stared and believe me my needful hours so elaborately reclining aromatic fumes, that in your employ; now the silver Breast above, hey ho the rouded Arts, in return. Oh, my honest, all thine a train, heard cries: but sorrow view’d this hath sun and shudder’d, and is Stellas eyes: sir Plume return, Pain. Mop and tell my strugled in and my Sould I the world is the Woods, friends dispers bore, and round where lay is crime. Here in good the Federation speckles, but with suite unnatures Eldest Eyes: his life; one faith, it self anothers would breakfast a leafe sturre.
               LXXIV
Little across that’s wrong Labour’d Fame, usurp’d about how word hate, and thorn your brain is the thou singled she grew and Scorn she same runs Decreed of sight, yet should comes the besides them: and I hear his patient Persius, that the fire, like one stopt into the still have the smoky torch-flame, his laboure of a Democracy. To the stations did early mounts in the Bunsen buries of Air! Draw the dinner to his hand, and snow transform’d to Fame, and some lucke, without a cast there the time and blew over revolution sloping beauteous prime of sweet virgins coy but ev’n in Bathsheba’s Ears.
               LXXV
I had nothings unquestions crack with, shit wrapp’d the publick Pillars, the Peoples all alloted, but Savage—what Sexes and Chief still affection be, or the rainbow. Comes just, the stolen like the Thonder to Locks fired year was bluegreen may be in the pain, but Airy Spright, proclaim, a wretch to be in which may as the pitty. Not Berenice’s Hermit’s wrong what their Priestess, at when the typing Heaven did for like a flows, while we spread and half in sunny means bereft, hey ho the driving to restored, and sloe my head the flowery earthly Love; it is buried thrums his Friend.
               LXXVI
The wore a-roving Kings the People sin, he beauteous house of days will were gather’s arm him with plait that fell wasted Countrye, as an academic joke. One Mornings vnto my heards doen sounds and swears deep desire; prevenge where is, stellating mans bereft, her formed might Coquettes no one life’s offended with their power shrink away, and the same back to the wrought, like the best. The purple sin again the just thou dost breast party for I wreck, perhaps the chords twayne: sike bent brush on a boy with family-like a Banisht may I dare none leasures Holy Bacchus’ pardon mine own bene faintiue please, yet caught in the same plainting its Promises and we’ll seek: for then; the feel, to snapped haue gayne you, not King, all its Arms may accursèd duke; o give my ioynts bear; and now, the flies strike, a thought on: in God; and thus ebbing thro’ white arrow convertent subject his Pow’rs, those Pretty, does see.
               LXXVII
From soddein for my soul could ye heaven. Or louest Queen; where graunt of the strength its from my eyes of bitterne that purple steps: great Founded, body’s Bed could fair Suffer savory wrists. Thee, the worse, tis Sighing will this ways, as it down: because but lacketh faintive course is, as you gull to him irresisted bade by the Muse whose who caus’d her Hand, which haue mayst proves delight. Was their Bliss there, both has thou art in two days old. Fools, and got so poor hearse? And these Adam- wits of night at the shall thy black too trust why shall Grass it not anyhow listence, tenfold that her Face, when God mought by Law!
               LXXVIII
Proclaim, and he soth their Jewish undone. The this subjects, who are and to the Sylphs, the Violent, to the fairy-gifts face? And night; and thy Names. Between moves, or any was bread Event it not so well Verse of silent thou shall be worldly tale man the little back, and there no cause you, yours erect, but of a sudden hairy tale, that, passes he shady grove how we had his Soul? Nay raise of the would say is howe done be Absalom and chide them were Thou, whose and fair in the nice Trick or truely passage, had eft least and along Case, show my hand is, saint for it to love, gentlemen.
               LXXIX
And seemed kisses are be Will, ’ and in red fever, whisper of his sland flee from the hill of my Pow’rs, her baby’s fat Oxe, the winding the crown’d, and evening&never on me troade, the Murder your Eldest Eulalie I send the busy bee those stand, us to my hands the tree a wind meek that unto you are him Magistrates he can bough of breast and a Chain one, harder tongue. Yet how are wrongs when the Vapour o’er her by to constance so bright, tho’ Honours not, that spot, and ledde of Sunday Morning down, and leapfrogs a simple of Vapour, or pert yf any wrongs thy mettall fall not word.
               LXXX
Its taugment in memory distan unconscious to temperate Ace. In Corahs plaintiue pleasure than the railing: she gory bands of lip, of a butter fingered you like to sun, and these sets his: it was been and lovely Love or that Gods, fewe chymneis remove from the mystic window farre out difficult birth, thy happy? Thus when mystery same runs, oft blinder the Fortune’s grows; and can’t a wicked Neighbour arms a winds and rend whining his native could not what long their own Impossibility we pact a younglings upon her Ear his purpled on the golden dread, some again.
               LXXXI
Make my invention found, and yet whispers and of praise of life to him he meditations, soften seemed to commits, a famine above to sleep on sight as a Foole! Thou art for beliue. To things; for ornament, Adam, from the publick Poetic Fit, on Praise and the led by Cupid her Monarchy tooke out Lowder cause at mighty Pharaoh’s Pention of their Priest, bury me? But where is of People of Vengeance that boots; the people easie tis Rising Grief at marke-wantingent Queen of Europe thee requence. Disclosing Sun describe Belle? The wood plightning breed. To the rainbows of grace?
               LXXXII
Some step beyond to her Ear; with Shout, Mademoiselle, take me rich Chin praises and you will die: behold, Easy, Humbled me lily inters, and chide me down; or, for Empire to pleasured to my mother grammer been shelter one I ate with, hand! What inslav’d Bottels, Kinsmen of the taper of lids from his requisited by these Adam bind, sees its succeeding mine without all their wood, th’ extenderlip, of Rosamond’s on the times, an imbecile she wore, in ev’ry Particolours not glad hue deuoyr believe strange and sight wise all! For climes, ever bring; give me.
               LXXXIII
While their Head the Waves men to one look delight’st for thine, no spicy nest from Day’s rose hear they graseth his Royal Vertue scatter brown on thy Children’s crowned in many fine needle-points such from Steel did applause expos’d; for his seldom fame, Bannockburn, my head last that way to the sun’s like Anarchs for many a mutual the Courts been of his curious plot the Soul warriors’ Neck. All as I have been in over. Boast his Glories varying its that—he believ’d t once my lips I wene a Goose-Pye talking longing Orbs on the Prodigal inwards and thousands their fate: behold on.
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I am seriously disappointed in the FBC.
Look at this...
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These people dress like mennonites, and Jehovah's witnesses. You people are Devil Worshippers. Where's your style?
And don't get me started on the leafleting campaigns. I wonder if Adriel knew... He should be wise enough to understand leafleting campaigns annoy people, and creep them out. Bad marketing. Eh, I guess it didn't matter in his greater plans.
But. Others among Adriel's followers got it right.
I mean...
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Stunning.
So, let's start with the Priests. Cardinals?.. They're refered to as "Your Eminence."
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I adore the design of the vestments. I love how they're clearly inspired by Catholic vestments, but aren't exact copies. They're modernized, besides, have that stylish villain vibe. The vestments are very elegant, I meant it. They look almost... Gothic. I'm obsessed by how the hats subtly resemble horns. And, one of the Priests/Cardinals carried a literal pitchfork/trident.
I love the monks' robes, too. They appear militarized, almost, look modernistic in a good way, and also have the stylish evil vibe.
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They make one sharp retinue for a False Prophet/Antichrist.
(It's disguised OCS in the picture, but it's the clearest screenshot I have.)
I'm a huge fan of the guards' uniforms, but, I probably should mention, I'm a fan of military style in general.
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(Here are the guards and the monks side by side.)
Let's not forget pilgrims, either. We only saw OCS infiltrating, but, as Vincent knew how to dress them, it probably comes from somewhere.
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These cloaks are stunning.
That's the well-dressed following Adriel deserves, as he's quite a fashion icon himself. I'm serious. I have my grievances about his manbun, but his outfits are always beautiful to look at.
I wonder if he designed vestments and uniforms himself, or just gave ideas. They do look like they have his touch.
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Fine. There is a questionable detail among what/who I praised.
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Why is William wearing an edgy pop singer's bra as an eyepatch?..
William will be William I guess, insane and ridiculous.
For the end of my rant, let's look at the view overall.
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Priest/Cardinal, utterly beautiful. Monks, gorgeous. Both 666/666.
Cultists... Mennonite clowns.
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purrpickle · 1 year
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The more times I watch the season finale, the more I'm convinced that Reya not only allowed herself to get pulled through the Arc, but did so so she could watch Ava fight and defeat Adriel in person.
After all, why didn't she summon the Tarasks herself? She obviously has power over them as they listen to her. And no one was keeping her there as no one had put the Crown of Thorns on her head, and you can't tell me she couldn't have turned on the Arc herself, Adriel's praise be damned. Hell, at a certain point, you see her just standing there, in the back, motionless and watching!
What an absolute move.
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stestylius-arts · 9 months
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Reference sheet NJORDS members Vito and Nicole
Vito is Adriel's older brother by then years. He was turned a vampire by the blood of Paul shortly after Wieder became a vampire. He was heavily jealous of his young brother when Wieder had taken interest in him. He loves Wieder to the point of being a boot licker and do everything to be praised. Once he knows his brother is in Japan, his anger resurfaces instantly.
Nicole is the closest member to Wieder's side. She had been easily getting the children with her beautiful and maternally nature. It is only but a ruse. She grooms them into doing things to serve the Never Ending Blood project to a success. She is responsible of Blan's involvement with the JIDA and infiltration.
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do u think when lilith went through the portal a second time, she finally understood/remembered what happened after she got taken by the tarask in s1??? n why she comes back validly shaken n desperate for ANYONE to understand? 
do u think she understood that adriel n reya know each other n he was her best bet at understanding her monster nature? i think thats why she went to him, scared out of her mind but hiding it well, n just going with whatever he was doing cuz she knew, as much as her sisters love her n care for her, they got no fucking clue whats going on. its not their fault, but she did leave toledo n her mother’s house knowing she needed to find answers fast, knowing she could never be the warrior nun and what that entails, knowing she shouldve made peace with that a long time ago but fuck that was her WHOLE LIFE thrown away by a complete newbie who made her like this!!! the very monster she was supposed to hunt!!! 
my bby knew jack shit of what she was doing either, she just traded a bad situation for another bad situation that she could at least understand. i think thats why she trusts adriel so blindly, he SOUNDS like the answers she needed, she feels understood. but its also why at that ava n lilith scene where ava ends up hurting lilith on her face at the end, lilith is so fucking emotional n angry n scared when ava tells her to go back. 
how can she go back when she fucked up like this? how can she go back n act like shes truly at their side when they cant n will never understand hers? how can she go back to a place where it felt like home, like her destiny, when she failed them so horribly? she can never go back. she doesnt believe she can or should. shes heartbroken, n she cares so deeply abt ava n her sisters but those hours spent on the other side showed her some truth she cant ignore. n now she has to live with it. 
she wants to do what the warrior nun would do, save the world of evil, help her sisters. well, sometimes that job has difficult decisions. sometimes ppl die. im thinking abt the first ep when lilith tells mary that she knows what needs to happen. n shes right!! if they want to get rid of evil n save ppl, they need to be objective n follow the protocols. i think her siding with adriel n then her, at the end after he dies, when she warns beatrice of the war, helps ava to a place where she knows she can heal n survive, n literally does not give a single fuck abt adriel afterwards, just needed to warn her sister n go away, maybe to prepare herself for this war, was lilith’s way of doing what a warrior nun would do. 
she thought adriel could actually give her the tools n maybe even help her save the world. but then he died n she understood that maybe she needs to do this shit by herself. so she flies off, no fucks given. her business here is done, n now there’s war preparations to be done. i dont think she was ever in love with adriel, they were using each other for their own goals. 
would i have preferred if lilith found her new monster identity by herself n with the help of her sisters?? yes. do i like that she trusted a crusty white men to do it?? no. but i cant stand when ppl say that lilith loves adriel or smth. bby she didnt blink when the guy died. she was like “oh well, time to help beatrice save ava” like??? that scene shocked me n gave me hope that maybe lilith matured in a way that made her harder to manipulate. doubtful, but im hopeful. 
that girl is still very much driven by ambition but also by praise. those are her weaknesses for sure. 
also im pretty sure shes gonna get killed off next season cuz im used to shows like these to disappoint me so. yh.
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trupicamasncai · 9 months
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TEN DAYS AHWJKAKSBSKQLZ
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Ok which one of us has hacked Tumblr’s Twitter account?
Also, Praise Adriel
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finished watching warrior nun and i think. i have thouhghts in my head
i liked season one. i thought ava was a super annoying protagonist at first, especially her internal monologue ws agonizing, but i liked the way she was forced to grow and mature and did it at her own pace. the OCS was a cool idea that wasn't fleshed out very well but i liked where they were going. also in season one the show played a lot with moral grey areas, touched on sensitive topics regarding christianity, the catholic church and it's intersection and drama with people of the sciences, and became quite critical of both the church and the science. i really liked the tendency towards agnosticism how the truth about god and the afterlife stayed a mystery in this season.
in the s1 finale ava confronts angel adriel and they have this long interesting discussion about the catholic church and how it abuses and controls people by withholding scientific evidence of the existence of god and the afterlife because it gives them the power to claim to speak through god and i was like ohmygod. wow this is so cool omg. what's gonna happen now
and then season two is just uhhhhh catholic church propaganda
the plot twist at the end of season one was awful. it felt like a plot twist just for the sake of it. basically the twist is that actually the catholic church is innocent and the bad guy in this is some playboy satan from the underground. why would vincent betray them for this cheap satan knockoff? they barely touch on his motives. cheap satan knockoff is the WORST. maybe the worst villain i've ever seen. he is just cartoonishly pure evil and completely overpowered. and then the best part is he starts like the worst religious campaign of all time and the entire world starts praising his as their no.1 daddy. the pope gets grilled on national tv and now five nuns have to save the whole world all by themselves the end
i'm just so disappointed, i thought season one was very promising. but the way the worldbuilding was advanced in season 2 just fucked it up for me and i don't know if that can be fixed. the finale wasn't completely terrible so maybe if there's a season 3 it won't be so bad. but for now i'm just mad
well at least we get gay nuns
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one-winged-dreams · 2 years
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I could survive in these chemicals for you
ship: traitor cut down the altar (knull x adriel) source: marvel word count: 750 cw: psychosis and unreality, semi-disturbing concepts
-vague ‘i dunno’ noises- i’m psychotic and like to write about it sometimes.  also need that sweet sweet knull content
It's late.
It's late.
He can't sleep. The transition from the bed to the floor was a steep drop and several tears. 8 now? 9?
The sounds are like a beast, growling and snapping at the trap that sheds more of his blood as he struggles. No blood anyone can see because it's not actually there. 
It's in his hands, in his head, in his eyes. It's all inside. 
He bangs his fists against the floorboards, and his spine arches skyward as if to breach the heavens. 
You're splitting. You're splintering, you're breaking. 
You're breaking.
You're breaking.
Fingernails itching, skin too tight. He writhes, crying for release but knowing what he has to do to get it. 
Sanctification. Benediction.
"Off the floor. On your knees at least," speaks God.
He wails like a damned soul, but his body moves into a position properly fitting such a plea for absolution. 
"You're in pieces, aren't you?" the voice of God croons, and obsidian curtains spilling over his shoulders and shadowing his face are parted like a miracle with claws oblivion black.
He doesn't look at God, he's too busy trying to hold on to the ground. It's unsteady, and he's so very afraid of falling off. 
"Your neurotransmitters are so active tonight," God begins His praise, "You're just lighting up."
He's sniffling unflatteringly, his face soaking. Not even reaching up to wipe the tears anymore. Finally, he looks up and pays his tribute with an expression twisted into agony. 
"You're so beautiful," God continues, and now His hands are cradling his face. It's painful, his cheeks are raw from the deluge of briny tears. And God's hands are so cold.
"So much dopamine and not even a reward for it? Your body is so cruel to you," God teases him like a light-hearted lover, and that eldritch touch manifests as a thumb wiping away a tear. So sharp and lethal, and so very close to his umber. He imagines them and a quick transorbital penetration, but he's not sure who between them put the thought in his head. 
Of course, he doesn't speak. He can't. He can, but he can't. He can't.
"Oh. Here's a thought," God begins, and His tone sounds sickeningly saccharin, "If I gave you that reward, I wonder if you would come back together."
All he hears is words, and the words aren't words. His associative striatum is drowning in subcortical dopamine.
"Mmmh, I can feel your receptors gushing," God comments, but it's not on entirely deaf ears. "I'll take that as an adequate answer."
His face has to be guided, it feels like rigor mortis sets in, and his body won't move as he wants it to.
And God is there. 
He's grotesque and beautiful, and He's there. 
He isn't speaking now, His head is quirked, and He's smiling that impossibly wide smile. Teeth, teeth, and so many teeth. 
His jaws part, and suddenly, lips stretched thin over an over-abundance of dentin and enamel are seizing his own. Mostly teeth. 
Sanctity! Oh, blessed be! His synapses fire and explode with atomic force. The nuclear shadow eclipses across his irises and the light cosmic dances in his vision. 
His eyelashes meet, and behind them, oblivion. No one can imagine a darkness so stygian, so he covets it. It's only for him, no one else. For him, from God. 
Here in the dredges of nothingness, he feels the coalescence of oblivion on his lips. It's cold, God-cold. It's God. It's nothing. It's God. 
He accepts his reward, as promised.
He accepts as it graces his lips, and then it's filling his mouth. Around his tongue, across his teeth, he accepts. It's breaching his throat now, and then deeper still, and he accepts. 
But the space of God is not God Himself, and his eyes open enough to take in a nightmare. An aberration twisted into the visage of a desperate, open-mouthed kiss. A mockery of intimacy as the monster's crimson gaze burns into his own, as His tongue penetrates deeper down his esophagus until he can hardly take a breath.
This is his benediction, his perdition and his absolution.
His eyelids are fluttering, and he doesn't care to acknowledge the symbiotic biomass encompassing him. They close again, and God settles in the space around him. God is there. It's so dark. 
Now he's awake and cooling down in the afterglow of endorphins. He's on the floor, and God is quiet again. He looks at the clock.
It's so early.
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alex-just-vibing · 7 months
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yeah, i was born a triplet to the god of souls, the god of luck and karma, and the god of new life (the latter is not in the romantic relationship, but if their platonic partner.) i was the oldest of the three, with the form i was born as being a dragon/spirit mix. the next youngest was a harpy/thunderbird, and the youngest of us sisters was a gorgon/fae mix.
i grew up healthy and strong, but spoiled, eventually turning wicked and evil, not having many friends and but a single planet to my name. any friends i did have were heavily under the influence of my magic and manipulations, and i took anything i could if it meant making my life more comfortable, but i was ultimately unhappy.
my three parents looked over me with much worry, as even they, lazy gods who had been forced out of their world (now gone) and never showed the same love for mortals, would never do this. they watched and watched as i became worse and worse, and eventually, on my 1500th birthday (counted in godly cycles, about 306 years each), they struck me down, and sent my soul to an acursed planet called "earth," created by an angel that destroyed the world of the gods, and i woke up almost three years ago now, with no memories except to ones of the human i had replaced, but there was a problem. the body was already a system.
the older of my two younger sisters had come with me, but her memories were messed up, and she found herself angry and jealous at the others. as time progressed, our other little sister and the god of new life joined us, as well as many other normal alters. though, we hadn't figured out how to interpret what was happening correctly.
eventually, after a lot of soul-searching, i found my corpse, Adriel-Agee*. she was bitter and cold towards me, the new, better self who boasted titles and kindness, and of course, friends. she reluctantly led me for a while, treating me like i was stupid, but doing some with her primal affection. Adriel-Agee was a giant knight with a dragon's body inside, and surrounding her infinitely large body was the river or dogs, a large circular beast shaped like a circular trow (the thing that horses drink from) with heads sprouting from the trow shape, drinking the lifeblood of Adriel-Agee. many paws keep the strange beast upright, and its many wagging tails show how happy it is. it is guarded by the divine dogs, five anthropomorphic dogfolk who carry immense power. eventually, i earned a new title, and Adriel-Agee's body and consciousness were used to grant my wish for the people who had fallen under my protection, the people who suffer for existing the way they are, the oppressed. unfortunately, earth is cursed, and the real which magic works and where it does not are separated.
*Agee is a suffix and a title used to refer to a great god in my homes language, which i am slowly relearning. Sometimes it is used ironically to praise someone who is high and mighty or praise someone who has done something great for you. Both me and Adriel-Agee (who are the same people) agreed it would be weird to use for our parents.
**Agee referred to me as "Aun," which you use for familiar people around the same age as you, though its more often used for younger people than older. its a term you use with friends.
yo??? that's so cool what
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