#spring clothes vs winter clothes <3
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long time, no poppy 🌼❄️
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Valley Echoes Year One
SPRING
The Last Straw (1)
Awkward Introductions (3)
The Stardrop Saloon (1)
I Don't Know You, and I Don't Want To (3)
Meeting the Squad (2)
The Old Mineshaft (1)
I Don't Want Your Garbage (2)
Meeting Marnie/Grapefruit (2)
The Wizard (2)
A Joja Employee Found You Last Night (3)
Egg Painting With Emily (2)
Year One Egg Festival (1)
In the Cans (1)
Thanks, This is Nice (1)
No Matter What You Do, You're Gonna Fail (2)
Year One Flower Dance (3)
Maybe I Can Microwave Myself (1)
SUMMER
Summer Seeds (1)
Stolen Pizza and Dead Roses (5)
Seb the Programmer/Sam the Skater (2)
Apply Water to Hangover (4)
Year One Luau (1)
Emily's Movie Night (2)
A Train of Nightmares (3)
Zeke's Birthday (3)
Fucking Lewis (3)
Visiting the Mullners (3)
Emily's Secret (1)
Zeke and Shane in the Mines (5)
Shane's Mine Rescue (5)
Advice From a Cat and a Lesbian (4)
Year One Moonlight Jellies (2)
FALL
The Wind Took My Hat (1)
Chicken Adoption and the Winter Star Spirit? (3)
No Answers From the Wizard (2)
Clint's Many Problems (3)
Action Girl Abigail (3)
Zeke vs Pepper Poppers (1)
Shane Starts Having New Dreams (1)
Netflix and No Chill (2)
Don't Get Lost in the Woods (2) (TW: Abuse Mention)
Here Goes Nothing (1)
Stardew Valley Fair Year One (4) (TW: Violence)
Consequences (5)
Shane Makes a Decision (1)
WATCH OUT (1)
Cold Turkey (3)
The Accident (2)
A Day in the Life of Sam (1)
In Which Zeke is a Little Upset (1)
Too Small and Stupid (4) (TW: Suicide Mention)
Going to the City for Therapy (3)
Year One Spirit's Eve (3)
Childhood Memories (8)
Shane Chops Wood (1)
WINTER
Snow and Shadows (2)
Relatives in High Places (3)
In Which Abigail is Ignored for Her Guinea Pig (1)
Why Do You Have a Bomb?!? (3)
Gus Doesn't Fuck Around With Drinks (5)
Shane's Back Says Goodnight (3)
The Man With Stardrop Eyes (3)
Year One Ice Festival (6)
Purple Conversation (3)
Emily's Clothing Therapy (4)
Year One Night Market (5)
What is Rasmodius Hiding? (2)
Leah's Problem (2)
The Road Trip (3)
There Was Only One Bed, Said Emily (3)
The Dog Heist (3)
A Talk in the Desert (3)
Oh Shit Ghosts (2)
Zeke the Chicken Whisperer (1)
Year One Feast of the Winter Star (5)
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Yokoyama Reina-chan
Evening
Its too cold, I left home but I just about turned around……
Thank you very much for your hard work to everyone,
who has work or school today😭🪽
Today, on Niigaki Risa-san's YouTube,
【Behind The Scenes Close Coverage】 Behind the Scenes Of The Rehearsals For The Live With Takahashi Ai-chan Release
They uploaded a behind the scenes from their live🥺👏🏻
I was also performing live that day so,
I knew from the beginning that I wouldn't be able to go but……
Seeing it in this video like this,
I wanted to go after all😭👏🏻
It was wonderful……
YouTube doesn't allow you to use songs so,
while watching the video during the rehearsal,
I didn't even know what songs they were singing,
(Ah, thats a lie, I knew from the choreography as well🫣)
(I've seen the dances too much🫣)
But, I was happy knowing the way Niigaki-san movies when singing; It was too cute when Takahashi-san and Niigaki-san sent out hearts, in any case, it was wonderful!
Eh!! I wonder if anyone reading my blog were able to go to the live!!
How was it!? lol
If they have another one…
I want to go…
.🙋🏻♀️🩵🫣🫣👏🏻💛💚
📺Hello Pro Dance Gakuen Season 11
April 18th 11:30PM~
A Learning From TSUKUSHI-san Adventure🕺
In season 10 we challenged breakin',
its reairing continuously!
On the 15th, 17th, 19th, 20th, 21st, 22nd,
#1~#6 all at once! Check out HP for info!
Thank you for following..
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💿Releasing February 7th
Morning Musume '23 25th ANNIVERSARY CONCERT TOUR ~glad quarter-century~ at Nippon Budokan
Thank you for waiting for the Blu-ray&DVD!
Its finally releasing--!
Its already nostalgic but,
It has an amazing medley, really
Please enjoy it many times
📚Releasing on February 7th
"Hello! Project BEST SHOT!! Vol.26"
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#143 Went on an Adventure, Took Lots of Photos
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🪩Current Winter Concert Tour
Hello! Project 2024 Winter ~THREE OF US~
🪩Spring Tour Has Been Decided
Morning Musume '24 Concert Tour Spring MOTTO MORNING MUSUME
We'll be going around the country from March 16th!
🪩HinaFest
March 30th and 31st at Makuhari Messe
🪩JAPAN JAM
Morning Musume '24 will be performing on May 3rd!
《LIVE DAYS！～Exciting Big Exhibition Match～》
June 2nd(Sun), after the Hokkaido Ham Fighters vs. Yokohama DeNa Baystars match, Morning Musume '24 will be having a special mini live!
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Aoyama Clothing x Morning Musume '24
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Airs Every Saturday,
On Radio Nihon at 12:00AM~
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February 22nd,
Is Yokoyama Reina-chan's birthday, congratulations~~~🫶🏻
A picture from Halloween lol
Yoko-chan is verrryyyyy cute,
Also Yoko-chan brings a lotttt of the fun
At sudden times,
She is someone who will make the space so much fun,
Thank you~~🫶🏻
With that, at the same time,
She has serious opinions..? so..
(I personally think so)
Therefore,
With the Yoko-chan of 23 years old singing, "I'll believe in myself!"
I'll also look forward to it!
I hope that you have a wonderful year🫶🏻
see you ayumin <3
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Any UU moments in particular you are excited to see animated?
This is not at all what you asked, but because it's something I've been thinking about lately, I decided to answer your question with my expectations for how the anime is going to break down episode by episode and then just highlight which events are my most anticipated
Season 1:
Ch. 1
Andy and Fuuko vs. Void and Shen
Trip to Baikal, meeting Gina
Gina defeated, meeting the Union
Clothes, trip to Longing, Spoil Phase 1
Spoil Phase 2, Victor awakens, Spoil defeated
Victor vs. the Union
Addition of Galaxy, trip to Rio
Meeting Chikara, battle with Rip begins
Tatiana vs. Feng and Creed, Tatiana's backstory
Andy, Fuuko, Tatiana and Chikara vs. Rip and Latla
Child Rip introduces Under, Chikara joins the Union, Fuuko resolves to become stronger
Season 2:
(13) Brief recap, Billy's betrayal
(14) Apocalypse retrieved, Juiz explains the loop
(15) Undead X Unluck, meeting with Anno Un
(16) Soul Calibur, journey through Andy's memories
(17) Andy and Fuuko vs. Victor, closing the book, death of Sean
(18) Negotiations with Rip, Autumn Phase 1, death of Anno Un
(19) Autumn phase 2
(20) Juiz vs. Billy, battle with Feng begins
(21) Battle with Feng, death of Shen
(22) Resurrection of Shen, Feng defeated
(23) Summer defeated, Winter goes unchecked
(24) Deal with Under, Winter defeated, meeting with Under
Season 3:
(25) Brief recap, Who would win: Hydrogen Bomb or a Spring Breeze?; Fuuko resolves to break out
(26) Fuuko vs. Kururu (extended scene dedicated to Kururu to fill up time); Fuuko's message to Andy
(27) Plan to take on Under, Top and Chikara vs. Creed begins
(28) Creed defeated, "I love you, Fuuko"
(29) Andy vs. Billy
(30) Andy concedes to Billy, Spring battle begins, Fuuko chooses Beyblade and summons Isshin
(31) Isshin's backstory, Beyblade battle
(32) Karuta battle, Spring Phase 3
(33) Union+Under vs Spring
(34) Spring defeated, final cherry blossom viewing, Fuuko assassinated
(35) Union vs. Ruin, addition of Ghost
(36) Preparation for Ragnarok, Andy leaves the Union
Season 4:
(37) Brief recap, meeting with Lucy, rampage through the Rules, addition of Seal
(38) Andy vs. Seal, sealing of Lucy
(39) Sealing of Andy, escape from Seal, Rip arrives
(40) Andy vs. Rip
(41) Rip and Latla's backstory, death of Rip and Latla, Andy resolves to Loop
(42) Andy vs. Nico, Andy vs. Ghost
(43) Tatiana vs. Ruin, Billy arrives
(44) Billy vs. Ruin, Juiz explains the Loop (again)
(45) Fuuko becomes the leader of the Union, God's descent
(46) Union vs. God, Juiz's Rebellion
(47) Death of Juiz, Victor's Rebellion
(48) Ragnarok, Anno Un's epilogue, Fuuko's declaration of war...Fuuko meets Akira
[Season 5: Loop 101 Arc in progress]
I may have the timing a little off here and there, a few plot points might take a little longer or go faster than I anticipate, but I think it should be pretty easy for there to be a strong finishing point or cliffhanger every 11-13 episodes, standard length for a seasonal cour
Also, I'm honestly just really impressed with myself: I did this with minimal reference to the wiki, I really just have the general order of events memorized, apparently. It went so well that I feel like I must have forgotten something really important and will end up having embarrassed myself
My real worry is that this is just going to become a repeat of what happened with Medaka Box, though; I made a similar prediction around the same time (approximately the 150-chapter mark) that would have organized the current material into four seasons with a fifth planned for the remaining story, and LOOK WHERE THAT GOT ME
Here's hoping David doesn't hurt me like Gainax
#undead unluck#uu spoilers#uu anime#spoilers#fouryearsandananime#...WAIT I CAN PULL OUT SIXSEASONSANDAMOVIE NOW
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How would you rank the four seasons?
Had to rewrite this one so that it would be formatted a bit nicer, with the disclaimer that I don't feel very strongly about any of these placements. Opinions on seasons are so strongly informed by personal experiences and The Culture and The Weather. Time to approach things out of order.
2. Summer 🌞- I used to be a Winter guy in the "Summer vs Winter" debate. Ew! Heat! Sweat! Being coated in sunscreen! Opinions change, and are perhaps impacted by the fact that I experience less "ew-sunscreen-hot" in the middle of an open field nowadays. The temperature and having to dress lightly is balanced out by the world reaching the peak set up by spring, with sunny days where things look wonderfully alive in full daylight (if they haven't dried up a little...) and a great selection of fruit and other produce. Summer is a great time for going out and getting up to Activities. There's plenty of opportunity and choices this time of year.
4. Winter ⛄- I abandon the season I once defended because it can be very... demanding. Layers upon layers of clothing if you plan on being outside, slippery ice, salt and slush on the streets, the need to heat indoors, and the possible power outages from storms. Unlike summer, though, if your fridge is out of power perhaps you can employ the aid of the snow to keep your leftover casserole from going bad.
I feel that the weather-related traits bring down the season more than they lift it up, but man, the feelings of the new year(s) changing over and the reflection that comes with it. Also February is there, with its candy-related holiday simply not being able to compare to running around and getting ridiculous amounts of candy as a kid on Halloween. If you can be romantic in February, you can be romantic covered in cobwebs in a witch outfit with a criminally short skirt. And if you're a kid, cheap cards and lollipops can't beat a pillowcase full of chocolate. I kid, I kid. Halloween still wins though.
Winter has its more indoor-oriented activities amongst plenty of award-bait (said kindly) releases in spheres like movies and gaming. The state of outdoor recreations looks much different this time of year, offering up choices you may not get to experience the rest of the year like skiing (a thing I've never done) and ice fishing (thing I've also never done).
1 . Fall/Autumn 🍂 - This is bias speaking, because if I approached this season similarly to my number 4 slot, I think it would have to rank lower. 2 and 3 have so much going for them! Yet, I find that this season feels the most memorable, which ultimately wins its top spot. I find this to be a season of, well, the seasonal. Holidays and fall flavors hitting store shelves. A transition between summer and winter, and hopefully in possession of the positives of both. Spring may be considered the season of beginnings (new life!), yet I can see fall as its own season of things starting. You get to dress more than summer, but may not yet be chained to your thick coat all the time when you're out and about.
To avoid too much negativity about my number one, here is a big "yeah, I did think of that" to acknowledge issues like the temperature flip-flopping and the beginning of the contentious Holiday Zone. You can't get too mad at her, right? She's got Halloween and getting cozy and apple cider and pumpkins and she gave you me.
3. Spring 🌷- Spring! Oh thank dog, in-season fruit! Growing things! A little bit wet! Plenty of positives, but I can't find enough of an identity for it to nab it a higher spot. A strange stance to have on a season known for new life.
TL;DR: fall, summer, spring, winter with fall-winter being the more memorable half and spring-summer being the more realistic Good options.
How does everybody else feel about the seasons, and what's your reasoning behind it?
#jasks mailroom#if it's mildly confusingly written it's because of the edits#(and also b/c I wrote it while tired)
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“But thou that to say, thou start”
A treochair sequence
1
But it was
probably, right? Avian, to
syringe-feed the world, I loved
thee sit beneath
thou dost smilest, dear. And
all my lays, as Phidian forest
where a
man, taut, elderly walk’d through
a bleeding you fearful the
watery
main, increases the cells, is
meat. How should for a moment’s
good after
long into a shade. All the
nymphs were he spoke: but of languor
and a
bird, that do dictionaries
methode bring into a narrow
winter
wind, concerned with his magic
mend thy years to concealed, as
monarch’s vices
must without a sigh; then
sudden jet of blood. But thou
that to say,
thou start? We wove our arms to
embrace their crest; or wealth and
so wight, for
Colin fittes such famous
flight. But oh, ambrosial cash!
2
And leave be
kinfolks twain; yet would, like joy
in memory, with thou might
refresht, the
crow or dove, it sweet, wee dochter,
the gold; the next longing
at the lassie,
fair tho, the girl to vex
true heart to part—but she, she
takes me myself
in two. German, I stood
alone than victory. Once comes
across the
soft tods of willow and the
black sheep: with other godly
ocean gain
advantage of the king. I
sit upon the general
Fireface, famous
city; I never see
Brooklyn. Start, and, when our daunce.
3
And then he
lay there needed to die in
better changes right to a
quintessence
of all things seem filled without
a guide. He should arrive this
dispose, if
poverty be my upbraided
crime, and with flower, much
more gracious
age, had all the sand, they sang,
they might to conceal, beneath
thou diddest
fight: I know ere they preuaile
as much unkind; what far from
your fools of
the parish now is seen; the
mountains flow? But now I trowe
can cast over.
Ah, dream of any hart;
her heard, and show the pieces
down at noon
my tomb the tenor of the
kind. A voice to death once more.
4
Come, my
Corinna, come, for his common
things, impossible and spoke
more than in
her e’re. Answer, ’ I said, that
had survives. He, were her breast!
5
But with Psyche:
on her forth, like thee; with
books, or called through with Ins
and pride
could spin gold out of her lap
did shoue: each house in a tomb.
I see the
woods were brightest hour of the
requisitely nurtured
by the hour
by hour, and silence, said he,
what all mine Oten reede, when
Pan and what
thou wert noble, I was in
Blank-Blank Square.—This is a lo’esome
wee things,
impossible and spoke of
strawberries and lip; yearning
just enough,
but the French translate that here
you speak, and smile, the king. As
in a glass
of weatherology; for
parliament, and this vanished,
and I thy
shepheardes groomes han vs
assayde, here one that snap the
thyrsus, that
is all that bards of the valley,
crown’d superbly o’er the
pertinacity
pride could not half upright,
my cheere thou wilt perceive,
when fraught with
me. Or the effeminate
villeggiatura will get
on. Impression,
cruel fights well commence withal,
or yoked her in tune, he
marked the wood
where there is such a shield did
say, i’ll seek him in her
animals of
willow and grinning by: struck
not Absál out of beauty
is such lov’d
remember that received, but
like in the deaf cold presence!
6
With what loved
not beauty of this way a
sudden, hast not Percie howe the
rudest or
gentle, genial courtesy
of mind. And brass eternal
lids apart,
a moment of my head, while
I doubt the bowl I offered
up. Ye shall
not dwell upon ragouts or
roasts, as many rings for he
had fallen,
not Briton; here like the Spring
flashing of its glass of
Albany.
The Honye is mute. The timeless
flame shall we do for a
reminiscence.
One part a barbed antennae
trawling for an auctioneer.
7
Saul, the cold
and ugly, wished flight from the
downs—to the body. Full brimm’d,
and I cried
two pails of the sky sagged dusty
as spider clothed, to cancel,
to give
what the splendour of his Hear
hims! Of hell it backwards, then
why you bred
them?—Our party; polish’d through
whom I loved with all Danae to
though not think
they’ve wrang’d the plain woman; while
through green and wish I were clear.,
Writ over
earth was Indignation, proud
humility; had failed; seldom
since that
Muse stirr’d not. When folly and
with the hungry spell that like
Solitude’s.
Were to slope, and make a
peace for a reminiscence.
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That I mean.
By force accomplished, they sang,
they read: till doost it detest.
No matter
made preuie marks I would be above,
and white like a hawk, an’
a’ the leaves
flame shall swear! Fair peace an’ rest
my selfe doth keeps his wife. Not
thus you so
sore? While to the injustice
a Seráb. And some sage, let
spear-grass and
more, Sempronius—don’t deserved,
nor pale, snake-like help! When she:
tis hardly
heaven’s air: let radicals
its other pious priests had
set, that my
loving were
Of his oath deny, but she.
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Could boast a
longer tarry dare, seeing
her—will clip an Angel
offices, like
feeblest frightful scream she vanished,
and they took it away,
come away.
The rest our Britain mourn that’s
impossible and spoke in
jest: for letting
things, but ioy: or if Tim
might foretell my friend or free:
such immortal
looks his sullen surges
and the Vein of Life within
my heart. And
after marriage. Radiant Sister
of desired some reason
which would
not save one from your eyes; light,
she’s mine, ’ he whisperingly:
Blame not Sweet
I am unkind; she stooped;
and out of languor and as
then two dewdrops
of the palace to the
rose I lay. In our own lives
on thine hand
in a trice: what he called out.
Yon rose, and with winges of
purple or
pale, snake-like figure in a
palace walk; nor winks the
grasshoppers seek
to week: much had she leaned aside;
he was mine, and marvelled,
lo! I
hear the store with tears and more,
my Silvia, do I mean.
10
’Re no unwrought,
suddenly strike on a
plane of movement somewhere or
other pass
my very often she came
unasked by nightly, with
flower loves
the source was as persistent
with my rage until again
appear as
beams of course true to nature
borne in siluer field. You probably
just
reverted are from Plutoes
balefull bowre with no one to
quote and show
the whole spirit, which burnt me
so, that excess; the parish
now is seen;
the midst, in honour’d him to
be assembled and chin the
fault was mine,
each under they maintain, all
mirrhor, as heard, the glowing
all, she faded
homely wife; for which without
a twinkle in their long
offend. Drag
inwardly it festreth sore,
ne wont with patient saint, as
of another
serious;—it is to
me, and took him the Soul of
Plato, to
whom Mankind directs that riband
bout my Julia? And made
itself, and
sanguineous as twas
possibility of our
degeneration
by many things good, who long
to Heauen sownde. But when true mind
no part, nor
lose their yelps: high-strung Anthee, thy
return employed my petals
shake to the
Soul of Plato, to whom a
hundred spring disaster.
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The changed as
quickly shall summer blossoms.
Or the other neighbor. Such
I might not
have faculty by nature.
Sit side by side, full-summed in
all that wild
music, whether my Sappho’s
breast or the figure and probably
too hard
to make each lucid pannels;
then, sweet sin, his spirit pass.
12
The suppliant
should it shapes the fault was mind!
Alas the water from you
nothing, as
I do hear, but seize my arm
that xylem thicke, as it had
hayled. It
lies open unto me, the
choicest wines; the Lady
Adeline
Amundeville and curl unto
itself. Let none alive,
a lad plays
Tipperary to talk about
what’s travel. My Muse, the
wild within—
et caetera. But the angels
affections clipt with light.
13
Remember
that room is eel-black. You are
beyond the soul of Ida
fell, but ta’en
the world hear the Melton jacket
for a kiss, and in his
debt, and what’s
going on outside, and nothing:
a cleft of me and I
feel her grunzie
wi’ a hushion; her walie
nieves like Pygmalion, found
againe with
a cry. In a voice, a gesture
I love thee from an
unaverred
yet prodigal inward tuch,
and so on, from Wound nought to
give the best.
Did thus taker know it, that
masked thy nail in blood of
innumerable
bees. And the Pole though the
way the puppets pull at their
shadow falls
to roll the wealth, the new day
compete in meditation!
The world’s great
whale’s teeth. An’ wi’ her I’ll
blythely bear it? Let him on
my hand grains
of Dura, and not at first
inquiry; from week to nurse
of pride, pleasure
shadow-like in the Light
of memories clouds run slow,
slow, the widow’s
wish we never once let
him name it who can, the moon;
and to and
fro, riddled with which make so
large from our avenging wrong,
to wash her,
water from their cause and worshipp’d
be; just such are many
heart-struck for
hire of ladies—some rouged,
some a little smart, to lose.
14
For to no
other on one Camel side
by side, the ostler pleads too
for a year
i’d wind the chance to go
dance within her e’e. But I,
’ said Ida,
thought I still exist above
to free the night, clover wrinkles.
He might
stumbling dotage to his way.
Thou hast long ago; and I
don’t get in
trouble with no ideals to
come, and what I mean. To take
me more? Came
from East to West: whither hand,
with soft melody that out
of my dream,
be perfect face; the rest: o
my Electra! She is a
lo’esome wee
thing, she is a tall ghost tossing
in Senses obiect best
of pop culture
and blythe be think of despair,
I should grieve, that way because
indifference
up, and fro, and the false
New England forced retires himself
despite,
against the garden is the
only Friendship’s just defence:
for the session.
The holly is darkness.
Oh, didst the shades not very
face in thy
notes are in beamy blacke, like
a willing sheet. To listen
to your rimes,
running into girls, with smilest,
dear. I had forgot how
to forget:
the young, because its virtue
clothes. Flashing of all things forth
the window,
half a spurn as house was small-
talk ready cash bereft and
love each other
deere, Cupid weeping, you
may be neat, still at the eyes
should die: till
out of their crest; or wealth, the
sea and the cold and uninspired
and
lone supportress of my race
so foul. For I renounce thy
breathe my cheerless
sneers. A dent for thy, my
selfe makes the sea breathes my feet.
15
We are waiting
on but none you don’t err
in the shock of cataract
seas that I
do think my love and pinioned
brought that we can break through
ether wise,
frame daintiest lustre, mixt of
shades of Nature Mine? Whether
my Sappho’s
breast or the sense and know, tis
nonsense to prey. For ever
arose from
Carlton palace you said, and
lost, he sank supine beside
a lonely
listening debate, covering and
put it backwards, too, the love
is in her
mournful hymns did quake his fair
Day, which would content to thee.
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And tasted
of Love, that heretic, which
both you and me. So waste it
seems, the Peacocks
trayne, and emptied soon, with
deeper knowledge, between the
Mower Damon
sung, with wide-arched grace. Your
praise, and vows that should not so
much holds the
simplicity a grain of
his own Phaëton. A woman’s
eyes, in colour
blanket over us,
and in her e’e? Of the rude
world: the winds
of wool with bowe and blind, seems
seeing, but Time will hit; thou,
thought I still
to the silent land; when the
kids had ever for my sake
do you love?
Lips to kiss, I woke sane, but
lets it sometimes, it is thy
sweet food, at
length within the world: the cloister’d
hours, and in mind of the
soi-disant
mathematician; sir Henry
rid well, like this dear wee
wife affections;
never cracked an empty
honour strive which is so rare.
17
Let folke
orecharg’d with showers sprang up
a lower, nor caught court its
gloomy Winters
in my mother, Have thy
garland when the dream’d two human
should graceful
necks, white goodnights. And as
a vapour, or a boxer
training have
you had been able, sung, or
rehearse we are but to play:
for euery
purling spray; life passe-praise
cannot choose. Or to the huge
aquamarine
tears. Hard; and she had passed
her thou belied, bear the price:
the proudest
kerchief of the councils of
sea water. And the sex’s prime
felicity
was from that bless the midnight
parson, posting o’er the
doors, too, Beauty
granted, like creative,
a lad plays Tipperary
to the gaping
heir and a crust, is—Love,
forgive me my offence. We
can break of
ancient melody have paid
to share our marriage into
the knight. To
revealed innocence shall I
unveil them? With airy flight
from vales
deflower’d, bending down. The maize,
or red wine-spilith that didst
arise, may
I, poor ghost! Not due to the
hid scent in thought mistake and
the mavis
and triumph’st and quietst iudgments warp
us of the kitchen table
junked up
to his native: alas! And
the manor full of discontent;
the witching
the larger mind; those weird
doubts: they might had well both light.
18
Day, whereof
he wilbe wroken entangled
in flickering gyres, but
raine, from yonder
morning, languorous house
and even to remember
I am
old and it seems, your name and
ever since my eyes are the
Druid oak
stood like forgive: arise, my
God, and sank to the rose! To
that swell of
Wisdom of their state upon:
for their lectures, or saunter’d
marvelled,
lo! To pleased, prolong his text;
nor cause of the price, and such
distant echo
given back to the first
foe in the dwarf appeared they
think their thankfull
part, Love’s of its love as
fondly once I am she
who saved your
love inevitable Outside
of thy strings before to
be serious.
And sleepe art descending
she should our prime; and courtesy
of mine.
Skin feather and change in the
ev’ning gilds the only sort
of plottery.
As shows the air would slip
into her said One who never
yet had
tasted feast in which her face
a-washin; but Willie Wastle
dwalt on
Tweed, both lawyers and bow’d toward
the sun. Departure, for love,
I though tears
desire; he gave his veins;
then speak the awful to the
gay world of
reason. In the rain falls cool
and bonie Lass of Albany.
19
Entirely
by confiscation we
are waiting forehead be the
darke hearts the
sallow sands, and list their bon-
mots! The sex of women dumb.
20
I know her
pride, ’ he whispered to incense
to press my name announced again,
only
to see the notes in freemasonry
a high mother deere,
loue me most
true; for sometimes carp: both wits—
one born so, and trembled hate,
if not to
let me prop my mind, yet still
open kept, that it takes no
fairy guests:
their happy lovers, all
attending on but none were brought
two green, and
bonie Mary. The Lady
Adeline had never come, and
binding splendid
houses went. That in no
angry word you that did not
too fair, therefore
art enforced retires himself
in thy censer fed with
a beck ye
shall know, tis nonsense to despise,
while the Logan Water;
sic a wife
as Willie had, I wadna
gie a woman, till then or
you will. She
took him the Splendour of each
other doctrine has ever
arose
from his beads both one like the
sand, the ground; the robes and in
a fowling
net, which the bell away; the
Dew-locks of the World to catch
the fruite is
frend to Phoebus taken, on
his gold, and greene, let be, art,
alone. As
many covers, a continued
to the point of entry.
21
Let powre in
lauish cups and thou hast long in
me a little of choice will
have might have
added graceful necks, white
vestures, all attending from
pain; nor set
Design a-foot without a
guide, and send up vows for myself
to man,
like forgive. Our own lives, where
use had sunk a flocculent
dust on the
language: we retort the face,
till the same—because is hard;
and show to
dreame: and silver planet, both
money, house, its operation
if but
to his hero’s right honest
man’s intent to be free; their
true country.
For all thee vnkind? A crystal
dropt; and stormed at the lang day,
a false
adulterate eyes were woman
a’ her wings, till he came near
Mercer St
I probably, right? For which was
Rome’s stood like fleas off my
phonecard
I’m sorry till she had seen
only God’s glory, for never
be the
shining plain of gold that I
wad na gie a button for
the houses
went. For it’s jet, jet black, an’
it’s like a new-tuned harpsichord;
but take
his volume of the air, Others
I see a placeman.
22
The flame
usual in darkness. Sharp like
tertians, on which bore may the
quintessence;
and marked her through the pane, he
came, bearable: pennies sewn
into a
dell. To those cooles ere it
woo, and pleasures, hours, and came
back its true
colours through her utterly,
keen, cruel grown, and calm: then first
he harbour
there, as heavenly features
dear. Before these closes every
word but
more clear. Sweet joy but two days
of the hosts; then under-tone
gruff with crabbed
care the lassie be; weel ken
I my ain lassie, kind love
that heretic,
which the shiny things when
all thy adjurations? A
deale of Youth,
ere you comest! She is given,
maybe looked, and his soul
with crimes, had
not Cervantes, in ridles,
and to and freshly alive,
that indigence
the maidens came red. So
they not catches us by
sure proofe I
may have cost nor shame, they
contracted much more and woes. Which
I see you
in bliss who, certain point; which
point forms of men; but mark, and
slices of
the lonely listen then, anon,
the queen, command; all must
be Honour
was more and men, who long as
they should reach the better luck
a better
think, nor do aspire, for we
will hit; thou, thyself to sing—
of palm or
pine? Piper lads were clear as
crystal rocks ye rove, and I
am black
and I mine own self. Which is,
that throw the flies my lord, of
jealous grown
so bad, mad slander’s mark was
evening: silent thou presence.
23
Secrets we
can tell you come to be cool,
he fierce them forth with pain beseech
a glance;
and there were soon applied, would,
like tertians, of that are lov’d
remembrance
of heart: at Henry Silvercup,
the ground on my truth hath
a mine,—I
could love is in her e’e? And
frankly no one has to lull
our party;
polish’d blackguards, like fire, and
tender wanton and fair. You
left me, sweet
posterity. Mother wings,
now yawns all desolate: now
loud, now faintest
relics of a friendly
sigh for his virtue known, both
for you. Had
set, that seemed the day assigned,
they, weeping, spread our black men
waiting to
think of despairing state. My
ravisher to the darkening
long the morn
on the great race-winner. When
from Time’s chest lie hid? The
misplanted
Norwegian trees refused it, sought.
To the grime of weed that hangs
on the friars
fell, and spiral-talk. The
sand, the beautiful Pussy
my love trance,
painting my eight at a time,
since I sang of pretty dears!
24
Innocence?
Lying trick of a nameless
ill, for year be falling, that
is confuse
my mind. Which who drank, he said,
but, pale as it, yet pure, doth
sing and stretch
around its unexpanded
by the wolf’s-milk curdled incense
burns, seeing
either with me. Comes
another’s window, hollow in
the ev’ning
gilds the dark, when there to sustain
a sigh; then awakening—
remembrance
stray: like me! Frail, but a
woman was à-la-mort, and
broke me a
bough to stoupe, and girl with love,
this truth saue this, that had daft
his patient
though heroes. A trace unworthy
to live i’ th’ fire.
Her een sae
bright blend in one, and mind: then
first notes of A Love Supreme.
25
I went and
with a friend, and a day, in
a vision, cool, and cavil?
26
And breath holds
the living way to increased,
until frustration sweet milk
the streamlet
and towns, to that I perhaps
a pity, when he talk’d with
long sermon:
attorneys-general Fireface,
famous tale that their ease
to feel for
ever in her shades of grass
his fate. Wife was done its rosy
deed, and
thy face houses of short-number’d
hours of faire shew, while fluent
Greek kalends
of coursers also spake
the dyer’s hand. To run this sin
there’s safety
in a crescent moon the
brindled feeling the fluster
of love for
our own good night with foreign
yoke to feel for even the
rank remain,
and watered what woman who
love. Self slipt from the Challenge,
few would express
the mail, lets fall in low
tones, she reader! Her mother
give, chance might
foot into the helpless hands,
ah! And love is far as in
the money,
you are, you are so strongly
in my Julia chid I stood
and fell; but
I, deeper than this dearest,
thought; and use your mind with pity
oft will
resign the cost them still, plucking
the train is gone for himself
in two.
Shapes themselves in order place;
and pure and triumph, must be
more I think
upon the whole days to guess
by the next to each morn for
evening long
youth, a witless youth, and made
moan throughly moue to keepe the
found in
pedigrees, by naming stood with
these braue gleames did disguise.
27
The English
beer, good food. That when a’ thy
string: of loue and sinks again.
28
Beneath her.
A fountains were made quiet—
sank into sweet friends as before
getting
kings. That seeing, but every
word but it was he, white as
thou art made,
t’ appease love for most favour’d;
and being left a single
sermon
heard; at length, yet doubt! Which it
doth impart. Eyes were he was,
and the muck
of the Poets found note. With
graves, and slip into her
reflected from
thy owne sunlighten all my
woe? To know our sameness and
day; lorn autumn
came, and years. The London’s
no more silent night I saw
it filled with
what it doth not, but drove the
youth, a witless youth, a witless
youth, tell
me so; as testy sick men,
when comes in its last monotony.
Some
sage, grave offices, like a
fish descends: the liquefaction
we regret:
the sober hue deuise, in
obiect best of all the night
of love
continued to the silent; vainly
aim; and to the porphyry
font: the
vacancies are few! But my
Corinna, come; for
meritorious,
wherein my last, and caught by
that oiled barber lays his blood,
or sometimes
discoursing low at first louing
stays. You know them aside, wretch!
29
When from the
changing hue, and plenty of
our fashion deck’d by the next,
because
indifferent: for now for their
hair awakes beneath her.
Brown with
dissembled soon the personal
quiet of a winter wind,
concerned with
someone would challenge answer
to loue. Brood down this return’d.
Forgot your
job and call her fairer, I
never proved how vain a thing
did your hair;
lure of the body would you
I should it looking at the
motionless,
aghast! ’ The ground that woman’s
house with Truman’s asexual
voice: I
am amazed by peace It
is thine eyes; my doubts could his
paramour.
Even in the will haue a
Kidde to ster loue of heart to
his pocket-
book and near me, with vertuous
care the wrong wayes; those stranger
spoke, and sang
with payne, that hath my added
since laugh demolish’d horde, for
Bacchus fruite
is freckled Chloe, who fought
for Fortune lay on the road
beside my
dear. Farewell, let us hie,
flying, dying brain its cradle,
and bright
had well drest will very often
rises in the king summon
up
remembered flock, this truthful change,
then the parliament; and then,
methinks no
farther day; a year is thine
Image which sleep speak me sooth
what is told,
nor can solve; but ere this way
like resign. Would shine; but told
of the world
again appear like one sign,
but let us type them paused
hortensia
spoke more fit for himselfe my
mate in me; I rather wrest
they sped the
bride: was never throat, its earthskin,
the kind love had return.
30
And those which
knows no ebb to its wounds; see
lines and it was a mandarin
finds
sympathy? To steal on me, nor
loss of your dwarf. Out that was
going on
outside, and what to his winged
affections; never heart he
cheeks are tired
of blackness and imps he
sets the skill. A deadly silence
step by
step increases the Peacocks
trayned willes entice. But never
find him
dropt upon the muffled cage
of the Star Chamber—nay, that,
at least his
better, tho’ ye come to one
all down she came when not to
hold those who
would rage. Not like Solitude
against wrecks; and oaks as olden
as the
day, the field, a grey stone wall.
In white, and I am
beautiful and
all beset with lightly dreams.
Of tablets has gotten to
imbibe it
in our own lives still may leave
her? Her beams they lay in fold.
31
Then the figure
and cooking slight, a buzzing
in slow circles. He was
on the back-
ground—See how Aurora throwes
her face. I though young, he
acquiesced
with patient been of my race
so strong Foundation built that
Wise Men from
women would but ask you none.
Thine arms she rosemary we
leave you leapt
about a hue—the wife. They,
sunlike, should keep court-favour:
here be, with
books, with present moan? He marked
the silent-blessing every
part; and white
like to light: what pleasure find;
but ne’ertheless she pine its
garlands of
her sweetness: Tim lying face
down, O maid, or words. I wish
to God the
knights, whose breast I oft haue neede
no more among, the sacred
sure is every
door; inquired of being
so overwrought high as
the fair Syrinx
are fled from on high nor
ever in thy sweet hands. Just
so much success:
but in a Girdle round,
depopulating allusions
private
Ruines cannot love’s honey
breath th’ Atlantic, from
source was mine,
and not a budding Boy, or
Girle, this day, and more, and
fix itself
to me I kiss your bestead,
thou dost thou hast been, shalt obey,
and chopp’d
with him, and let the clouded
jade face of an inch, but that’s
beautiful
dreamed I stood like thy will; and
aye they read: till dawn at noon,
and not in
vain adorn beauty’s angel
pure and myrtle sicken’d in
the river
when with a flitting things extremes,
but Juliana stung!
32
With blush of
youthful Prince; you cannot be
the house with the door; inquired
of the
kitchen, maybe looked, and leave
the wind is worth the books say,
and then begin
with a fire burning heart
through the gaping all over
our dog-chewed
couch, or the young husband’s honour
of the heart in her e’re.
For to no
other tho’ I die. Love, and
when the lawns and then, the most
abound, bade
him that least, have built and lands—
the rose-briar fair? The bush,
the noontide
ocean floods no higher beauty
is; that fills the promised
you be, what
party is in her pace, now
turning weede to honour all
the valet
mounts the day or night, the moon
was God Bacchus fruite of Nature
Mine?—And
maun I still on a day, whereof
to Cuddie can arise? An’
wi’ her loof
her necke bene ioynted both
holds what he call’d the luminous
eye, so
strange their green and the morning,
we find a Remedy for
to depart
from the silver bowes, and watching
lake by lake and weary
dream, be perfect,
nay, but this the golden
shield, which govern the
pertinacity
pride could not forget—an
orator, the tale as lips as
red with inborn
goodness, we can we glean
in this fair unknown, and the
Madeira
to irrigate the stronger
than to which is in her e’re.
33
There on the
road beside me doesn’t care at
strife; beware; for some troubling
herbs in them.
Best conjurement of
memories clouds odorous. Your
eyes; for fools
may safely charm. He shriek’d; and
bright age; and the story now
to die and
did take in Vernet’s ocean
meet, whereby Love comes the sophist,
in an
unbudded rose? Or gloomy
Winter, till she was an
artichoke but
that Sage’s sanctified in
star-showers of the secret
of the way
with you, my mother’s bower.
While I, without that few or
none more at
full, we may admired. He
put her in. Weary dream, I
would rise like
a new-tuned harpsichord; but
Strongbow’s best jewel from highmost
pitch, with spotted
back again, and every
green; but Phillis refused to
full
possibility we will or no.
Thrill of shades of Poesie, yet knew
no more clear
unto themselves be bevel;
by the darkest house betwixt.
34
My sheepe would
think they’ve made for fear the sea!
’Er the prince of looke, and noble
routs,
albeit all her trusty staff,
not all the watch the fruite is
frend to Phoebus
wise. Reproach of being
blind by natures out of law,
was last required.
Of sorrowing in the
day, and marriage robe, the hand,
one chewing
a star and a parlous wit.
And wilt thou hast a helper,
me, the soil’s
fertility, if that ruled
the quintessence of the year.
35
Said he, what
change of state, it might see thou
would catch her hand: but infamy
and
villanage are the Bong-tree grows
and thought I saw it filled with
me. I dreamed
that ever drove I cannot
slake flames of flowers, thrown: nor
ever watchful,
penetrant, saw this way
he went; still anxious more than
death’s dateless
nights, his day, which the scented
dew long to lead the wild
that wanton
maid and my powers; or man
or woman, one part soft
emotion, he
had made moan through the cat has
twa the very difficult
in punctuation.
To this worldly bent,
and bless this mark was ever.
36
Time’s love, nor
leisure. Sweet eyes I lay listening
if any thing I stood
alone than
married are. Of any hart;
her heart is calm, tho’ wretched!
37
By all aspects
the better ear to year
for love; it is so rare. In
vain adorn
beauty’s grace man, always sought
nor what perfections; never
hope the fuel
perish, can decay, by nature’s
patient, I will devotes
thine to such
a scope to find names of the
non-elect to Time’s love, hate
on, for love
is in her quivering life,
shall Time’s best thing is the gold
candles fix’d
his eyes were apart; yet, day
by day. Yes, I’m wishing now
you lived for
carrion Crowes her empty
bottle of champagne flute.
38
Will leave to
aspire, for which cannot rue
the silken rows of thee, witch!
In her
empery of joys; and bring away
the breath; the soil’s fertility,
if
thou bee assott: for those fair
ordain’d they dance, the roses
first set out.
No bigger than their shadowed
tomato sits in its cradle,
an’ wi’
her I’ll blythe be they proclaim:
then first were nothing: a cleft
of me, both
lawyers and years he had absent
from day to day, my hopes,
so often
as those tables stood, each had
a juice she straw into gold.
In my palms
each House a Bough, from Providence
or me? A dank, sickening
here in a
brute, the pane, he came, Some have
meant, but seize the lead; others
carry while
thou wilt perceive, when she forsook
the gracious age, had all
things shall catch,
methinks I do him wrong, and
her by the damsel’s tears do
rest, or if
such a shield did say, i’ll do
my bed, in a’ thy strings be!
39
He marked the
tale as it said, Sweet you be
sweet love, work, children call, and
caught him in
your sweetness the sources quite
English autumn, a select
and nothing
accents, your hearts were four Honours
Funeral. The glowing
India
of the very few things past,
i’m sure victorian poet’s
pen can
paint,—’Cosi viaggino i
Ricchi! But that thou now? Through
the painted
walls, wherever it went before
the shadow there was a
city made
o’yird and pinioned brought mistake
an ell—and make a greater
than a
hermit’s fast—that is she demand
shall ever can parade;
with good turnes!
I heard no more. And hit
me running as soote as Swanne.
40
Her! That Tim’s
year weak hand can’t forgetfulness.
Not left a grand impulse.
41
In pale
contented sort of disgrace inuent:
my very inke turns a
churl. Went before
what woman’s yet, told the
knight, or widow, maid, or widow,
maid, from
the simplicity a grain
of his own, and leaves sailed across
what you
should sink admiration, I
saw thee, or yet thy mamie,
shall by naming
stood the good dinner’s knell;
till smiling Spring flashing
round my wrist,
and shriller echoes broken
his book appeared to name the
though it may
be confounded man who wants
that she spoke: but of all my
days are the
scorn that’s haunt them clash; an auld
wife’s tongue from the pictures,
or on my
lips to kiss me, dear fool, have
on display’d in senate: when
it would. Your
thorny tree but my fair with
honey breath for Lamia?
42
And in mine.
Of any thing to be neat,
still to be assembled hate,
that would. Sweet
said, or some troubling her—will
linger, Necromancer—I
cease to men:
then spring doe were a bee
that bad his crest there was a
block we are
lov’d, and the chance giues both evening:
silent; vainly aim; and
the least, have
made the couch, and sparkling
spray; life passed her ivory lute
without a
gap, yet ne’er revoke what the
salt estarnging sea. Of Strongbow
wild and
the maize, or red with my hands
on, searing the inner door,
and told her
weakness: it was your mind? She
made for May: and could not chuse
to despise,
whose nobleman is not sweet,
when our moon’s no more: to keep
me hid. We
were probably dropped into Van
Diemen’s land if certain of
dames: by and
by chaunce I heard a busie bustling.
In his son, always and
are put in
balms! I try to kill me, let
spear-grass and drizzling spokes fell.
And sware deuoutly
then, a dull and pure as
it had hardly difference made,
t’ appease
love for his hopes and you help
me at their taste, no doubts: they
well; and all
those who loved thee shadow-like
an inferior, at least
ere they could
know. To die and new; when I
tip-toed past him on high nor
even mere
fancy’s sport for peasants! Of
his Authority falls through
the helpless
native to her place, scarce be
right; in both holds one delight
expire, unless
I knew the sweet; myriads
of rivulet; and the fuller
by a
grace; let folke orecharg’d with
the sun like advertisements.
43
And slips into
nature I have sense for
brilliant pheasants. Is much: what
I should for
a shell, small, slight: bishops, knight
to right of Life within nor
can integrity
our eye. Come out an
inferior, at least his
statue, warm
cloister’d hours and honey, and
plight. With the child of straw and
told her will,
gude news was queen; but Phillis
refused it, and be clean of
bison still
on Menie doat, and beneath th’
Atlantic, from France. As
many doubts
are danced Albano’s boys, and
let the man would fall in parting
from all
Quarters. Its session, or
generously the snow on pathless,
flaming
torrid climes, one friends; yet must
be so, nor the elevator
where among
the porphyry font: the
soft voice he replied the shepherd
sang with
long bills and mind: and Lycius?
Seen but she’s hein-shin’d, ae limpin
leg a
hand-breed shore, the Grashopper
its pinnacle, twelve saints had
one to bless
this era, reluctant as
all ruby red, cheeks o’ bonie
blue and female
parliament; and those far-
fet helps be such as do bewray,
when nature
I have, or even my
father side; nor seem is but
to shooting
save ground that is confused by
the Bank: no matter what cause
and every
woman’s yet, told the time of
need I was a man. The gallant
cavaliers,
whose Honour both shake him.
Bear it, than stockit mailens.
44
Some bore may
thy sweet milk the soi-disant
mathematician; sir Henry
also
liked the word, and the more of
that place of the shine the bird
into a
deep cascade, and iron time,
ere lead his judge’s joke for
even abuse
there were black gowns, were held
in his haughty can forbids.
Me again
such a letter, e’en let thy
love pursues the cowslips blaw,
in vain, my
heart; yet, never told me of.
Would mourn that’s in her bright, her
breathed with broad
as transparent might hands, and
with wine, and sweet humility;
had failed;
seldom she sat: then why you
bred them—whose tables stood, and
hamstringed
from off its teeth. Be a bit
of a habit—blows eight loaves
in
immemorial elms, and man. Work
hard, have on displaies his sacred
tripod
held hands and the lintwhite sing.
And is my proud company.
45
In sweet pride.
Pussy said and done he put
into your history. What wreathed
with my
soul, had hardly know thy mind;
those dark gates across the Leaf
River bridge
all the earth was Indignation,
I saw a quire of her
face. The time
may complain, and this no beaten
road? Of folly’s sheen, there
the quietest
of possible in one
flea spare, with the alien
to know; a
good education, as ony
brat o’ wedlock to be
a good which
how to fill my lays, as
Philomel in summer blossoms
in hearts shoulde
haue needed not be hard? Was
Rome’s stood half the year; ’ without
end prolong’d;
nor yet did thus ran the
starry skie. Oh, didst depart
from vales
deflower’d, bending the starry
Hope! Away without one content
to the
sky went grey, as if not to
speake and perfection and now
still tired,
yet in her breast house betwixt
two made it sweet air, and
inglorious,
just to consume us all,
unless the fierce them say more
by rank and
you, w’are not fair demesne; so
in a sight so foul a crone
informed thy
task, that is, ere midnight was
a winsome wee thing the wild
revolt, and
sleep in the beginnes to
budde, and brag the night I cuddle
my kitchen,
may reach—tho’ lost on earth
has nothing but understand.
46
He shriek you
are the plain woman. Or who
his spoil of beauty still have
all pass’d beyond
the woman: he, that it
assume its virtues prove me!
47
With prayers,
and Heaven’s air: let radicals
its other here is a
lo’esome wee
things high comes to show her pride,
and of Gaule is mortal
looks his feet
did turn himself to man, like
him furst; delight; lamia,
no longer
flowers. Fading eye: but if
she had gone, nor make one sign,
but left her
child. As I sipped and obedience,
looking here is still
on Menie doat,
and, full of rules. His art can
better forms the maidens’ hair,
bedabbled
with Plenty in that my days
are tired metaphysicians
know; and
the fair; whose child will not blind;
nor thoughted, how that should be
only hag
rejects the Fair, together
is your pain, so arguing
a woman
a’ her win; and one whenever
to revealed innocent
face I proue,
by reason no man knows by
breakfast and feet, and weary;
but Charlie
gat the Bank: no matter, so
t is the occasion—that
we escape
the last fields she needs must dream
within Thee. A haunting morn.
’ Proud of him,
but drove I cannot be sought
far less divine. Net, which else
would more than
we would choose. That I promise,
during life, thy worth the wolf’s-
milk curdled
incense to prepared to herself,
and which point on which do
sublime the
bar, in the halcyon Morn
to hoar February born.
And slips into
nature would fall amiss.
Because of this perhaps there,
nightly pray,
we’ll nightly, with dust; and out
the field; and with showers of
the moon, the
crow or dove, it sweet early
woke to free him, too, be off!
48
—It was his
foible, but crowned, form’d a whole
weak in seeming; I a’ the
lang night, of
spread of his nose. Through whom I
loved, that moment was determined,
right? But
after all thy heauye head, each
under you had been at least
the thief. My
bonie Mary, theniel Menzies’
bonie Betty, as father’s hair.
49
Was rich in
the white ass pumping in this
sweet dream, be perfect face; the
bosom and
this, my love’s going? In a
wood a Piggy-wig stood with
company.
To force to withstand, a
shadowy land. He on the hills.
50
Hangs o’er the
grandame apes in Indian
foresters—as day was dawnin
in the
squares and how our living they
loved the floor come, let’s goe a
Maying. With mints
is dresse, be brief moment of
proud humility; had failed
in still she
no longer than to winter
drear, of in-door comfort wring.
51
Slow heauinesse
in both her selfe on Vertues
greatly shone where wicked change
a word: at
Longbow’s phrase, that Choice is not
indifference certes don’t get
in troubles
you might blowes did disguise.
Mine down the News abound, in
Britain’s presents
into my bed, until
I cried two pails of the joyous
seeming,
Juan’s youth, and brass eternal
slaves, obey. But you didn’t work
out that far
too so you o’er-gang ye. Roses
at first inquiring
which how to
dreamed that last doubts as any
mortal frame, when requites.
52
In ecstasy
the hemisphere; nay,
profanity and the hall, and
thereof to
Cuddie can arise? But she’s hein-
shin’d, ae limpin leg a hand-
breed shore, I
sit upon the river. Were
not Ida; ’ clasp it once was
in his watching
eyes may grow, if not quite
lawful, and wise, nor lose thee,
from all
th’adulterate eyes were womanhood
and saw thee woman died.
53
No matter
made preuie marks I would brag how
they are very lonely tree,
nor knows its
boughs more than we would bay and
garter’d earls, glanced about my
fair with&. Could
his son, always sought to scent,
in pale content, mission’d him
from time that
warmed our desires. He, were
her darling of leaving mine,
each under
a cold people spoke they: Henry
Silvercup, the motion,
like creative,
a lad plays Tipperary
to their own time—or in
communion,
cool, and thy fire; i’me weary
dream, be perfect face; the
ornament of
something or the doubtful bliss,
and brass eternal slaves, obey.
But since
there’s a boatfu’ o’ lads
come to be serious;—it
is to be
refresht, the hearts should close into
his way he went, and take
my word. Is
yclad in clouds; or paper
turn’d away, gone far away
are dead, my
hauntings of the deaf cold
philosophy will you the Wisdom
oft has
sought mistake an ell—and make
the faery-roof, made myself
a ministering
wide whites show the statue,
warm in Egypt’s pearl dissolved
in rosy
wine and I believed—made his
day be a resurrection.
The day or
night, since first I swore; for she’s
hein-shin’d, ae limpin leg a
hand-breed shorter;
she’s for me, for well you
could spin gold out against a
glow upon
the corner turn’d him to The
Sage these twain, upon his hair.
54
The London
winter drear, of in-door comforts
still have mowed, had nothing
her way: so
thou, thyself upon a sharper
sense for brilliance and fro,
and plenty
of orator, the spring
from the right to say like blood?
55
Where it not
will me from my last divorce.
And she though enjoyed, like the
housed under
my heart, thy beauty, and saw
a fairy fruits and faith is
such, so kinde
my sleep. Dispensing harvest,
sowing they live, there she has
all placemen
to restraine. My dust, nor
double smart? Ah fon, for love.
56
It is your
grief assuage, though she liked the
cradle wants a cod:
i’ll no gang
to a second and take then
all that’s in her subtle that
Ovid told.
Of every part; and for you
appear, now, when you love? Few
specimens
yet left alone, and cease to
glide a sunbeam by the day
I did behold
is censured by our eyes
loue, thou hast betrays her blessed,
the blue noon
is overlooking, drowning
race of Heaven was delight?
57
But going
to a small amounts, an
innocuous occupation.
58
’Er the mountain
or the best. A disease,
a hard mechanic ghost that
you reminded
them of the sex of women
torture all in armour,
of three more:
the Honye is mute. Your though rarely
on field Mars left of me
and cried, Sweet
fruit o’ mony a merry
ploughboy cheer, wandering when
I have lost
which it sucked from on high nor
ever it went. Firstly, the
rosemary
we leaves a shining in front
doth blush of your wit. Before
Thee; from them
to swell. What harder think, till
down the pane, he came when Beauty.
Why should
Arthur do? When I was a
winsome wee thing, she is a
winsome wee
thing, she is a handsome wee
thing, she is awoke? So as
the youthes
fancie, and worshipp’d be; as you
were set less on the air is
full of ghosts
to be a bit of a habit—
or in a ditch doth fall?
59
There was Dick
Dubious, the session. We
share in the Deep’s untrampled
out. Of all
your mind, from the thought, purpose.
On Cupids bowe how are my
fire. Phoebus
taken, on his hand shakes. And
aye it chance did into the
same? The lie,
till down to the larger wove
in the shadows fly, playing,
Staying in
signs: let be found deep to have
that weld the happed to ride,
as fortune.
Repeated he, while life’s
equinoctial line: but the holly’s
all their
mutual bliss destroy! And
as a sudden a passion,
cruel grown, and
apt to solve and pure ablution
I required; flirtation—
but decaying;
but my tears speak, nor me
the lightning of the monstrous
ledges of
the World, to where present’st a
purchased choice will we have forgot
am
of myself to me for the
blame too much. One part Doppelganger.
Studied
the rooms of a female
chastity. Fair tho, the loved.
As a small
old days till its smoke quite omit
the talk’d with such a letter.
When she:
tis hard essay, or for pain
nor calm around, that in an
hundred miles
away, come to my tale.
Once fondly once I him knewe.
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 7#184 texts#treochair sequence
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True autumn vs dark autumn
#True autumn vs dark autumn skin#
Darkest and coolest in Bright Winter was too much at this time in his life, but that’s an extreme he may not wear till he’s 30.įor now, his most breathtaking colour is Bright Winter’s brightest, buttery yellow. The balance point is between 3 positions, not 2: not enough, just right, too much. Adding a little Winter helped him be visible. Plus, he blended off into his clothes you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. This, he did not see coming.īut True Spring couldn’t make his other features the best possible. Brightness of pigment is what his colouring wants most.Īs many men do, he started paying attention when he saw True Spring yellow-green-gold pouring out his eyes when he wore that colour, a sneak peek at what his colours would be capable of achieving. However warm his eyes or cool or dark his lashes might be, however bright the iris colours or warm or cool the white of the eye might look, whatever. How to sort out the possible combinations? If you know at a glance, I won't be convinced :) For our colour choices to be great, we need to know. The other two settle around the medium ranges. The eye below belongs to a Bright Winter.ĭid you see the second video in the previous post, Preparing for Your Colour Analysis? Or, True Spring eyes may be light yellow-green that can range to an almost sharp golden green in some. The blue-appearing True Spring eye is often turquoise, but we won’t see the greens develop unless they wear Spring colours. Let it go, watch it float away, shake your hands off, and let yourself breathe. Apparent silver and gold together is visually so rich and unique that she looks the epitome of successful aging.
#True autumn vs dark autumn skin#
With silvery pewter hair, this woman's skin takes on a golden shimmer. A Soft Autumn eye that looks blue may be a tapestry of warm and cool greens. The Dark Autumn eye in the first picture is a good example. In Neutral Seasons, colouring often has warm and cool components together. Her skin is the ultimate in coppered tawny freckles. The eye colours in this picture live in a True Autumn woman. Any Season containing Autumn may have it, including Soft Summer and Dark Winter. Many Autumn eyes have a gathering of rusty orange round the pupil, but this is a True Autumn in whom that feature is present without being prominent. This happens in about half the True Season people, and is sometimes seen in Neutral Seasons (blends of two True Seasons). True Seasons may have eyes of a single colour, as dark brown in True Winter or pure blue in True Summer. The eye that looked blue or blue-ish is actually turquoise or teal in warm colouring, especially in Dark Autumn, or warm green, either lighter as warm willow or darker as avocado, in True Autumn. Your colour analysis will show you the sweet spot where eye colour is best and it’s all rewards for your complexion, apparel, silhouette, everything. We may love the idea of our eyes looking blue, but for that to happen, other aspects of appearance may pay a price. Or the foundation or blush made the eye seem bluer. Or maybe we saw it next to yellow hair and assumed it was blue. More often, an eye that looked blue was really just light. Those sections could be 20 pages long.Īlthough I say that any eye colours is possible in any Season, the truth may be a little more restricted or need a few more details, more clarity between what we think we see and what is real.Ī true blue True Autumn eye may be possible, as might a brown Light Summer or True Summer eye, but I have not seen these. In the new edition of the book ( Return to Your Natural Colours), there's a section that describes various ways that people in those Seasons can look. Eyes stay powerful and magical throughout our lives. Here is a 94 year old man's Dark Autumn eye. Nothing should drop the energy in our eyes. Sure, it’s part of the final picture, a big part, but not at the expense of the eyes. The problem is that when hair is more, as chemical dyes often are, something has to become less to maintain balance. Women often focus on their hair, understandable since it’s the biggest colour block. We are each given a set of natural colours in perfect harmony.Ĭolour analysis is the key to making the absolute most of them.
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Driver Bolt Bl1
#Driver Bolt Bl1 code
*Legendary Guns in Phoenix AZ 60 Hours of operation Tu. Marlin 1894 Classic in 25-20 with 22" round barrel, walnut stock, rifle is used in very good condition. A build of Marlin can range from 50K to over 230K in size.Marlin 1894CL 25-20. This results in the smallest possible binary.
#Driver Bolt Bl1 code
This allows Marlin to leverage the C++ preprocessor and include only the code and data needed for the enabled options. Marlin is configured using C++ compiler directives. Marlin has been working tirelessly over the winter period with retailers and users. Marlin has grown from catering for the Australian to now supplying the world market with technical clothing, with licenses to manufacturer PFDs in Australia, New Zealand, Europe, USA and Canada. Over 50 years Marlin has seen many changes in the Marine industry. While both of these fish are quite large, marlin tends to grow much larger than swordfish, often reaching close to 2,000 pounds while swordfish hover closer to 1,200 pounds at a maximum. Marlin vs Swordfish: Size Another difference between marlin vs swordfish is their size.The 27.5" wheels do mean the bike is lighter, which could be an appealing bicycle option to the commuter, beginners, or anyone who wants a bit more control!. Which one is better will come down to what you want from a bike. The top supplying country or region is China, which supply 100% of marlin sizes respectively.There is a difference in wheel size too, with the Trek Marlin 5 you get 29" wheels, whereas Giant Talon 3 gets 27.5". There are 195 marlin sizes suppliers, mainly located in Asia. And whether marlin sizes is black marlin. It is drilled and tapped on the left rear. S.-L.-LR." and there is an "AL" on the left side of the barrel right at the stock line just infront of the rear sight dovetail. U.S.A" with "MODEL 81 - MICRO-GROOVE BARREL-.22 CAL. The barrel is marked "THE MARLIN FIREARMS CO. It has a forged golden trigger as evidenced by some slag.Our levers are modeled from the original "JM" Marlin rifles and fit those rifles best. Installation and fitting by a gunsmith is required. It fits all Pistol grip 1895's including the 336 and the guide guns with pistol grip stocks and lower tangs. This is an over sized lever loop for the Marlin 1895 Pistol Grips. I'm making a magnetic build plate and removable spring steel sheet to replace the black diamond glass. When I measure it, it is closer to 310x310. The back of the heated bed says it is 314x314mm (see image). The Marlin code agrees: #define X_MIN_POS -5 // thanks DaHai. The reason I'm advocating simplicity is if you're asking what line size for marlin, I have to assume. I was taught that when you fish for marlin, you fish for the biggest marlin that ever swam. The 22 LR rifle is an excellent trainer, a favorite recreational shooter, and a great small-game rifle.I assume you are talking about blue marlin. The genre is the very popular and flexible field-gun description. In this installment, we test three rimfire rifles from three makers. Tested: The Marlin 7000, Mossberg Plinkster, and Rugers 10-22 M1 Commemorative. However, studies of daily growth increments (determined by sectioning fin spines and otoliths) of striped. As far as billfish go, striped marlin are only medium sized, reaching a maximum length including the bill of around 4.2 meters (equating to a lower-jaw to fork length (LJFL) of around 3.4 meters), and weights around 240 kg/500 pounds. Throughout this review, you'll also see the watch. Sure, 34mm might seem completely out of the question for most guys in 2018 but I found the watch to look perfectly adequate on my 7-1/4 inch wrist, especially when pairing it with something like a casual sport coat. The case of the Timex Marlin comes in at 34mm wide and about 10mm thick. Most people are driving it easily within ten minutes! Steering is precise and because of its lightweight, small size and excellent thrust, it's much faster and. The Marlin is designed with comfort in mind, made with padded and upholstered seating, and the driver's legs extended in front, which means no sitting on your knees!Control is by means of simple handlebar steering with throttle control.
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True autumn soft gamine
#TRUE AUTUMN SOFT GAMINE PLUS#
That name carries Paris, November 5, 1917.
#TRUE AUTUMN SOFT GAMINE PLUS#
Voir plus didées sur le thème mode, femme, nathalie portman style. Keep the blonde on the warm side, no ash tones. One of mountains bathed in soft moonlight, and the billowy waves. 6 juin 2021 - The board described my soft gamine side with the best colors for me as a true autumn, such as the mute and delicate colors, in the green and peach, browns. Both body types will typically feature arms and legs shorter than usual, so anybody sporting those could fall on either side of the fence. MustAvoids: The Mellow Autumn looks terrific in clothes that seem severe, but she should pass on highcontrast. Use blues and purples. Spring/Winters follow True/Absolute Spring when hair goes gray *Gray haired Springs can now go blonde if they chose to color their hair. While both body types are on the shorter end, the soft natural body type generally extends up to 5’9, whereas most soft classic bodies aren’t taller than 5’6. See more ideas about soft autumn, soft autumn deep, soft autumn color palette. Gray Haired Springs: Springs with more than 50% gray are no long in harmony with browns. Explore Magdalena Ogonowska's board 'Soft Autumn ( mellow,gamine)', followed by 224 people on Pinterest. Striking Spring -Spring/Winter: Bouquet Colors Red, Yellow, Blue, Green, Gold, Apricot, Turquoise 37A, Pink, Navy Blue, also check for white, Strips 1, 2, 4, 5, 15-21, 25, 27, 32-35, 37-40A, *Use warm black 40 instead of brown Pastel Spring -Spring/Summer: Bouquet Colors All, Strips Use B & C positions and mark the following numbers 1-3, 6, 8-13, 15, 16, 22, 26-29, 32, 34-39, *Best neutrals Navy and Yellow Browns, *Warm Pinks and Corals excellent Glorious Spring -Spring/Autumn: Bouquet Colors Blue, Green, Blue-Violet, Gold, Tan, Apricot, Turquoise, Coral, Rust, Yellow Brown, Navy, Strips 2-7, 9-16, 21-27, 30, 32, 34-39 *The redder the hair color the more neutral colors are needed. We shouldn't do anything that could fuel misinformation.True/Absolute Spring– meaning there is no flow over to another season. All of the Bouquet Colors Strips 1-3, 6, 7, 9-16, 21-25, 27, 28, 31, 32, 34, 35, 37, 38 The polka-dot pattern on the left uses a Soft Autumn pink background and Soft Autumn khaki dots. The patterns below are examples of the first and last case. more neutral an incorrect grey will be less problematic than an incorrect red. Your pastel blue problem says also autumn, third the no-bright-orange-thing. Terracotta very much and would say TA first. Angular edges, particularly through the shoulders (square or tapered) Small hands and feet (may be slightly wide or fleshy). Bone Structure: Delicate and small, yet slightly broad and angular. See more ideas about soft gamine, true winter, fashion. Height: Under 5 feet 5 inches (usually very petite). Explore Lauren Winstanleys board 'Soft Gamine, True Winter', followed by 199 people on Pinterest. Of course this is all misinformation and not always mean-spirited, but the problem is that many people believe it. closer to Soft Autumn, like True Autumn olive as opposed to Bright Winter lime. no true spring, no soft autumn, spring because of the aquas, they are too bright. The Kibbe types have three gamine body types, the gamine, soft gamine and the flamboyant gamine type. A few months ago someone posted on the kibbecirclejerk sub (using the serious tag) if we thought some model was D because she looks "feminine". Soft Autumn Jewelry by expressingyourtruth on Polyvore featuring Panacea, NAKAMOL, Aris by Treska, Boohoo, Sparkling Sage and Woodstock Chimes. Many people still think they should only wear oversized and shapeless stuff or are downright insulting. There are still many negative stereotypes about Nfam, especially FN. I see almost every day people on reddit who believe that vertical is how tall you look vs how tall you actually are. Kibbe misinformation has a tendency to stay around once many or one popular content creators start repeating it. There is little contrast between the colours. True to Soft Autumn’s primary colour aspect, the colours are muted and desaturated. Thus, the Soft Autumn colour palette is the original Autumn palette with some of the intensity removed. There is a lot of misinformation about Kibbe floating around and if this gets too much attention, people, on reddit or other platforms, will start saying things like " can only be " or "given that you are it's unlikely you're " or "look into because you could be ". Soft Autumn 19.99 USD Soft Autumn combines low chroma with warmth.
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6 Spring Fashion Trends Slated To Make A Major Comeback
When spring arrives, ordinary events seem to be resurrected and reinvigorated. Linen curtains begin to flutter rather than hang, the pigeon on the window sill transforms from foe to friend, your everyday wardrobe takes on new meaning, and even the little skirt in the back of your closet becomes enticing.
Spring is a terrific time to rediscover and bring things back, just as it throws out what is no longer required or valuable. As a result, many spring fashion trends are resurrected historical trends, including styles from previous decades. This blog post includes the top women’s spring tops and blouses in trend slated to make a major comeback.
6 Spring Fashion Trends
Women’s spring Tops and Blouses are in trend right now. We pick up the best six spring fashion trends for you. Here we go.
1. TOP-TO-TOE COLOUR
You can put tans, neutrals, and essential creams out of your mind since the fashion color trends for 2022 are all about color. During the Christian Dior and Versace fashion shows, the models walked the runway wearing head-to-toe brights that made a statement. Start with a colorful accessory, like a pair of shoes or a bag, and work it into an outfit you’re already sporting.
2. FRINGING DETAILS
You’ll have a good idea of what we’re talking about here if you picture yourself on vacation wearing a dress with fringe and large shoes that flow freely in the gentle wind from the ocean. The only thing needed to finish off the appearance is a cocktail.
3. SEQUINS AND SHIMMER
You are not limited to wearing sequins solely during the winter holiday season. You could take a hint from Chanel and Valentino and add everyday shine to your wardrobe. Shimmer can be worn during any month of the year, so you should utilize its versatility. A fair amount of unpredictability has marked the summer seasons of the past few years, so now is the perfect moment to let loose and celebrate in style. This time of year is perfect for figuring out what to wear to a wedding and glitter.
4. MAXI VS MINI
As we mentioned at the opening, the fashion trends for 2022 will be all about the extremes, so the traditional midi skirt, which has been on top for the past few years, has been dethroned from its perch as the most popular skirt length for this season.
5. CUTOUTS
Even though we can see you rolling your eyes, we need you to hear us out on this one. We understand that cutout areas in clothing can be intimidating, but while the models on the catwalks may have flashed a lot of flesh, you can pull off the look with a more understated approach.
6. THE 00S
Although it may seem like the 2000s just ended, the fashions of the turn of the century are making a comeback on the runway since enough time has passed since they were famous. We’re reliving the glory days of chokers, satin joggers, and double denim with this season’s fashion.
Source Link: https://www.tagsweekly.com/blog/6-spring-fashion-trends-slated-to-make-a-major-comeback/
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SPRING FASHION TRENDS 2022
The fashion trends for 2022 are sure to revitalize your closet. Fashion has had a bumpy ride in recent years, but it's back with a colorful bang, and we're all for it.
Now is the moment to plan your spring wardrobe. The difficulty with new season trends is figuring out which ones you can incorporate into your current capsule wardrobe. This will assist in renewing and adding a directional sense to your wardrobe necessities, like your favorite jeans or blazer. Usually, when it comes to spring styling, cocktail dresses, long dresses, and frilled dresses are too much considered.
Most of the outfits you'll see in stores comes straight from the runways, and the fashion trends for 2022 can only be defined as a deluge of maximalist looks.
Whether you love British clothing labels or French clothing brands like Chanel, the SS22 runways were full of imaginative and vivid color apparel, something that has been missing from our closets over the last few years. After so much dressing down, the one question that remains is: can we dare to wear them?
"Remember, we don't have to dress exactly like the models," Paula advises. "The fashion shows are meant to encourage you, so select elements from the designs you like and thread them discreetly at first into your current wardrobe."
Let's check out how you can easily choose to buy cocktail dresses for spring and other clothing.
Tip-to-toe color
Colors are the main focus when it comes to summer or spring dressing. And we don't want to miss that for sure. So, try to create a style that has a single dynamic color. Oversized top with a loose bottom, or you can even try out some single-color party dresses and pair it with the same color shoes.
Sequins and shimmers
Sequins aren't only for the holidays. You can shine any day of every year, so take a cue from Valentino and Chanel and add some sparkle to your daily wardrobe. After a rather hit-or-miss season due to COVID, this spring is the time to party in style.
A show-stopping dress or a sophisticated two-piece will undoubtedly dispel any winter blues. Let your clothes speak for themselves.
Maxi Vs Mini
The old-fashioned midi skirt has ruled for several years; however, it's been dethroned this season—as we mentioned at the outset, the fashion trends this year are all about excesses. Actually, it's the season of micro mini and pairing those with long boots.
If you're into maxis, we recommend the classic tube fit that stops at the ankle rather than the A-line style that's been popular in previous seasons. Instead of bulky fabric, consider a slinky, full-length style. If that sounds restrictive, keep in mind that a small slit allows more movement.
These are the top spring fashion trends that are knocking on your door. Choose the one that fits your style and add your personal flair.
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~THREE OF US~, A Team
Evening
Hello! Project 2024 Winter ~THREE OF US~
Morning Musume '24
Tsubaki Factory
BEYOOOOONDS
These 3 groups have sent out,
All of the performances from A Team🩵
Thank you very much🩵
Blogs for days like this,
I try to write on the way home but,
I ended up crashing!
I'll sleep a lot!
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The last day, Hokkaido
Tanimoto Ami-chan
Yamazaki Mei-chan
Welcome home🐼💚💜
This tour has been going on since the new year but,
Since we've finally come to Hokkaido,
I think there are many who were waiting!
The reverberation of the calls was big--,
I felt the oi oi from OPSE
Thanks for waiting~~~🪽
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>3> its 3 am and i am having fic ideas
so, very hypothetically, if i were to write something where...
the moomin family (including little my, snorkmaiden, and sniff) all left moomin valley for a period of time (four years?) for some reason. they leave in the middle of winter. snufkin comes around in the spring and waits for a like a week, writing it off as being early in his eagerness, before too-ticky crosses paths with him and says they left during the winter.
and snufkin is a little angry they didn't leave him a note (or invite him), but mostly disappointed by not getting to see his friends. but hes ultimately okay with it by saying that everyone needs a grand adventure from time to time. too-ticky invites him to her and mym jr's place but he declines and says he'll be oh his way.
he sticks around hoping maybe they'll come back soon. they don't. he leaves a note in their mailbox, just in case they come back, to let them know he stopped by, and that he'll see them next spring.
he comes back the next year, they still aren't back. he leaves another note.
a third year, and they aren't back. another note.
the moomins come back the fourth spring. snufkin doesn't. instead they get a letter from him saying that he won't be able to make it, but he'll keep in touch through sending letters.
another year, no snufkin, just letters.
a couple years pass and a stranger, a mumrik, as rare as they are, comes through, quiet as a mouse, with a scar across their face. sets up a little tent on the outskirts of the valley. (its snufkin but he's changed. sporting more fur, a new scar, and a new set of clothes. he's taller, more muscular, but still thin and lanky, vs how Moomintroll filled out, grew up and out and could lift boulders larger than he.) and hes not purposely hiding his identity, but hes still a little hurt, and a little bitter, and honestly, kind of stopped talking to *anyone* after the fifth year mark.
moomin still has his harmonica.
basically, it'd be a rekindling of old friendships and crushes, with older (mid-20s vs barely adults) characters, more life experience, and more heartbreak.
would anyone be interested...?
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An Allegory Within the Dark
This is an unofficial fan translation of chapter 3 of Jujutsu Kaisen’s first light novel, Departing Summer and Returning Autumn by Gege Akutami and Ballad Kitaguni.
Summary: Mahito stumbles across an unusual human in his search for a place to call ‘home’.
Featured characters: Primarily Mahito, with brief appearances from Hanami and Jogo, along with an unnamed novel-only character
Timeline: An undefined time prior to the events of the Vs. Mahito arc
An Allegory Within the Dark
If you want to hide a tree, you go to the middle of a forest.
So if you’re looking to hide a person, you should go to the middle of a city.
Following that logic, it makes sense for curses worthy of being the true humans to set up their hideout in the city center.
Cursed spirits would actually have it much easier if they spent their time in places crammed with fear where humans and the like can’t live: deep in the mountains or in densely wooded areas, for example.
But for a group of curses plotting to overturn the current era, a base in the heart of the city is crucial for invasion and seeking refuge. That being the case, it’s also better to try aiming for a location with a high concentration of negativity.
Anyway, that’s how some employees from a scam business ended up massacred.
“This really is the simplest way to handle it. All of them nest together up here away from the public eye, so clean-up is a cinch.”
Jogo laughed while trampling the burning remains of a corpse underfoot.
Roughly two minutes ago, there were about six humans in the office.
The curses considered a few ways to handle dispatching them but ultimately decided that burning was the fastest, so Jogo quickly turned them to ash.
“But humans used this building, didn’t they? Won’t it be a problem if there’s property management or something?” Mahito asked, poking at an ostentatious vase displayed on a shelf.
Apparently the concern was unnecessary. Jogo tried to answer with a grin, but a nonsensical language cut into their conversation.
“⏁⊑⟒⟟⍀ ⎎⍜⋏⏁ ⟟⌇ ☊⎍⌇⏁⍜⋔”
“Oi, bastard—! Stop talking, Hanami! It makes my head itch!”
Though Hanami spoke in nothing but meaningless sounds, the intention behind it was somehow transmitted directly into the minds of others. This was usually unpleasant and it irritated Jogo.
When he noticed Mahito still looking his way, Jogo continued to explain despite his frustration.
“Hmph... What? There’s no need to worry. I asked Geto what his aim was, and it looks like these were the kind of underhanded humans who got involved in plenty of unethical things.”
“Hm. So basically, other humans won’t actually come close if they get that curse stuff happens here.”
“Exactly. Any respectable, straight-laced human would never come near this place under normal circumstances. It’s the perfect city-center hideout.”
“Is it really?”
“...What is it, Mahito? You don’t seem satisfied. What’s there to worry about? It would put us in a great position to start preparing our plans for the city, and it’s great for a quick escape if we need one.”
“Mm... No, you’re right, but...”
“But what? Spit it out.”
“It’s just... This room is really tacky.”
“Huh?”
With a pop, a small eruption burst forth from Jogo’s head. His narrowed eye looked like a painting of a gently sloping mountain.
“It’s tasteless, isn’t it? Stuff like that gaudy gold lion in the sparkly jar or this cheap-looking sideboard.”
“What are you even saying?! I have no idea what’s gotten into you lately, but you’ve been so annoying!”
“Movies.”
“Movies? Are those overly-embellished portrayals of humans really that interesting?”
“They’re references for my studies on the structure of a soul,” Mahito replied with an ambiguous smile.
If humans could see him, they might be reminded of a proud elementary schooler discussing the knowledge they gained from a book report.
“If I’m being honest, I don’t find the stories that interesting either, but I don’t hate the sense of visual aesthetics that humans have. That said, this room has too many useless colors and really hurts the eyes.”
“Such bratty, selfish complaints... We can just burn or toss anything that’s an eyesore.”
“No need, I’m going to look for a place to settle down on my own.”
“What? Ah, hey— Where are you going?”
Not waiting for Jogo’s response, Mahito waved over his shoulder and vanished like smoke or a gentle breeze, off to who-knows-where.
“Geez… Maybe it’s because he was born from human fear, but even knowing he’s a curse, he tends to be way too frivolous. Watching movies and all…”
While grumbling out his complaints, Jogo took a pipe from his shirt pocket to put in his mouth.
Unlike human cigarettes, this wooden pipe somehow imitated a screaming face when smoked.
“But that Mahito...”
Jogo spun around to survey the room with his one eye.
“...He says that, but it doesn’t seem tacky to me.”
“⊑⏃⋏⏃⋔⟟”
“I already said shut up!!”
--
You can only find a hideaway that suits you by looking for it on your own.
Mahito wandered through the city with this in mind. He alternated left and right turns on a whim any time he happened across a traffic light, walked alongside stray cats, or sometimes simply went in the direction of clouds that he liked the shape of.
While traveling along his chosen path like this, he keenly felt just how laughable humans were.
Though the city belongs to them, no one walking in and out of it was more free than Mahito.
Everyone seemed constrained. They were captured by ties of obligation and vanity, living in a wide, deep, big city with such narrow outlooks.
Unaffected by the enormous sky sprawling out endlessly overhead, they box themselves into their concrete city with their own hands and limited perception of souls, passing the time by whittling their lives down further and further.
Mahito even learned the words for some of these human concepts to study later.
For example, they call it “morals”. They call it “common sense”. They call it “emotion”.
But a human soul isn’t anything more than the resulting mechanical movement that comes from external stimuli.
And so they let go of freedom and live tightly controlled lives, fearing the judgmental stares of others, stooping to flattery for society’s approval.
“...What a waste.”
Everyone is bound by ostentatious shackles of their own making.
That’s why these curses know there has to be a change, as far as humans go. Those who cannot do anything but crawl in such an unsightly way under the magnificent sky must hand over the world.
Mahito thinks. He ponders over any topic his soul turns toward. He walks wherever the wind blows him.
Before long, the time had come for the sun to descend in the western sky. He could hear the burbling of a river.
--
“Not bad.”
The hideaway Mahito found was under a bridge, across the river.
It was a tunnel, vacant and huge like a temple.
Pipes ran along the inside, clear water flowing from them and into the river. It looked like wastewater was drained here after being purified, so there wasn’t much discomfort.
Apart from the humid air and the moss that emitted a peculiar grassy smell, it seemed wide enough to splash and jump around in, and the concrete’s cool texture provided a refreshing welcome.
There’s a season that curses are partial to.
Negative human emotions accumulate from the end of winter to spring, and it could be said that the rainy season served as the so-called peak of their ripening.
The inside of the damp tunnel held the same atmosphere. There was a gloominess there in the dim lighting that could easily nurture fear. It gently moistened Mahito’s skin; he felt cozy.
“Yeah, let’s stay here.”
When choosing a place to live, it’s best to trust your instincts.
Perhaps humans should do the same, but what they can’t readily do, Mahito can decide without hesitation. If he’s free when he wanders, then he’s free when he settles down, too.
Mahito stepped into the tunnel in good spirits, knocking solidly on the concrete floor.
The soul’s metabolism smooths out in comforting spaces. But…
“Huh?”
After walking a short distance, Mahito discovered “that”.
He initially thought it was some garbage or something that a human illegally dumped. But before long, it became clear that it was a sack-like silhouette leaning against a wall.
At first glance, it perhaps looked like a mere collection of rags.
But the shape of a soul was there.
—Ah, it’s alive.
Yes, just as Mahito had realized, it was a human.
The tattered clothing and wildly overgrown hair and beard hid his shape, but it was undoubtedly a human.
His exact age wasn’t clear from his outward appearance, but whether he was 60 or over 80, he looked elderly.
Mahito thought it was a bit of a pain.
There was already a visitor living in his precious hideaway.
Of course, taking care of this issue would be an easy matter for him. But he felt the same discomfort as a homeowner finding a stain on the wall of their new house.
‘Anyway, if I’m gonna deal with this, let’s get it done,’ Mahito thought, reaching out toward the old man with a little sigh.
Whereupon, unexpectedly, the old man spoke.
“...I’m sorry if you’re displeased.”
“Hm?”
“I don’t know what you came here to do, but... I’m sure your mood has soured after stumbling across the home of an old fool. But I have nowhere to go, either.”
Mahito was a little taken aback.
The old man was clearly aware of Mahito and turned toward him to speak. This wouldn’t be surprising at all if he was talking to a fellow human.
But Mahito is a curse.
The eyes of a mere human can’t clearly perceive cursed spirits.
It isn’t impossible, though. If humans are born with cursed energy, it isn’t unusual for them to be aware of the existence of curses.
What caught Mahito’s attention was this old man’s lack of ‘eyes’.
As in, he had no eyes in the physical sense. Instead, in the empty sockets that once held them, there was a burn scar that was painful just to look at.
Even sorcerers rely on their eyes to view the world.
They depend on their field of vision to spot cursed spirits. That’s why so many of them use sunglasses and the like to conceal their line of sight, as it helps them remain unaffected. It also helps them maintain a balanced mind when their daily life overflows with curses.
However, that was not the case for this old man.
“Can you see me?”
When Mahito asked, the old man answered with a gentle nod.
“At the very least, I can feel you.”
“But you can’t see the world?”
“Naturally. That includes the scenery, what you look like, what color your skin is, and even your gender. Even so... I know you’re there.”
“...Are you a sorcerer?”
“Most likely not.”
“You’re being pretty vague, even though you’re talking about yourself.”
“For a long time, that’s what I’ve been the most vague about.”
Mahito began to notice something strange.
He can feel the shape of a human’s soul.
He knows the movement of a soul’s metabolism, whether it takes on a harsh form, withers weakly, or flickers with liveliness.
However, this old man’s soul was hardly metabolizing.
It was like a meadow with no wind, or a still sea, or the blue sky on a cloudless day.
No, it would be most appropriate to compare it to a stone.
His soul was like a stone on the side of the road.
No fancy ornamentation, no polishing. Unmoving, unwavering.
Calmly passing the time while growing moss.
That was the shape this old man’s soul had.
No matter how calm or how old a person is, the human soul always flickers.
As the years stack up, common sense doesn’t disappear, selfishness isn’t eliminated, and fear isn’t conquered.
But this old man was different.
The old man’s soul was at peace. He had sincerely accepted that everything would decay with time, but that didn’t mean he would throw his life away. It was truly similar to the way in which nature existed.
It was Mahito’s first time meeting anyone like this.
--
For a while, the tunnel became something of a den for Mahito.
He had gotten a hammock from somewhere, which he hung up between the pipes. He lounged in it and read, passing the time in comfort.
In a movie about life on a deserted island, a human who was desperate to survive made a hammock. Through it, he was able to regain a little peace of mind.
Since it looked surprisingly comfortable, Mahito gave it a try and it worked out nicely.
The arguments and fights of the outside world didn’t reach the inside of the tunnel, where only the burble of the small stream could be heard.
It provided a good environment for soothing the soul.
While leisurely absorbing new knowledge from his books, Mahito would sometimes absentmindedly gaze up toward the ceiling, or glance down at the corner where the old man squatted, looking as he always did.
“How do you live like this? It’s pretty mysterious...”
In the end, Mahito didn’t kill the old man.
It’s important to note that the old man wasn’t much of a hindrance for him. If it would make no difference whether he was there or gone, then Mahito figured getting rid of him would be more of a hassle.
The old man was just there, even quieter and more carefree than a stray cat.
Mahito knew the phrase: ‘man is only a reed, but he is a thinking reed’.
He found it hilarious and also genuinely liked it. It simultaneously boasted about being trapped in thoughts of the soul, while also showing that humans were frail as weeds.
It could be said that the old man was an unthinking reed, then.
No – he was even quieter than that; more like grass or some type of moss. In any case, the old man said nothing and simply carried on living.
Every now and then, the old man would suddenly shuffle off elsewhere, but he would be back to sleep before Mahito knew it. He was surely getting food from somewhere, but he never seemed to gain weight. If he lost any while in the tunnel, he would eat just enough to gain it back when he left, and no more.
It was a style of living so close to nature that it seemed more like a phenomenon than a life.
“That’s why I seriously wonder if you can see me.”
The suspicion was uttered suddenly.
Mahito wasn’t exactly speaking to the old man. Rather, his tone was that of someone talking to themselves.
But when he noticed that the old man’s soul didn’t waver even after hearing him speak, Mahito finally addressed him directly.
“How long have you been here?”
“Let’s see… I think a few winters have passed, but I’m not sure,” the old man muttered, his reply quiet.
Since they were two beings with souls who were aware of each other’s existence, Mahito felt it would be more natural to chat every now and then.
“Don’t you get bored?”
When spoken to in a soft tone, the old man also responded softly.
“I’ve forgotten how to be bored.”
“How do you usually pass the time here?”
“I don’t do anything, really. I just listen to the sounds.”
“The sounds?”
“The sounds of the water flowing.”
“...Is it fun?”
“It’s not. But I forgot how to have fun a long time ago, too, so it’s not an issue.”
So it was like that. Mahito nodded.
If this old man could no longer even feel the pain of boredom, perhaps his soul was worn down.
Humans of the city gasp and struggle through the hurt of not having enough, yet always wish for more even when they get what they wanted. Their souls grew fat and tattered through the rich accumulation of these negative feelings.
So in that regard, from Mahito’s point of view, the old man had a thin soul – but it could be said that was clever of him.
A fat and full human soul leads to a fear of losing the gratifying present moment, which in turn gives birth to curses.
“It’s hard to get your attention. What’s your name?”
When Mahito asked, the old man looked into the air for just a second.
“I left that behind. You can call me whatever you like.”
“There are humans without names? Even curses have them.”
“If you don’t meet other people, you don’t need a name.”
“Isn’t it a problem if you don’t have one?”
“When is it a problem?”
“When it’s time to be buried.”
“I don’t need a gravestone with a name. I can just be stuffed into a common grave, or maybe I’ll rot undiscovered and return to the earth that way.”
“Can’t you take a joke?”
“…Was that a joke?”
The old man didn’t laugh. Neither did Mahito.
But Mahito had the feeling that this old man was childish, contrary to his appearance. His lack of attachments created an unsullied disposition that might make him younger than he looked.
His interest in the old man simmered and surged.
It was his first time seeing this type of human, his first time feeling a soul with this form. For Mahito, this was a rare specimen.
What kind of path must life take to make this kind of human? What would be the most intriguing shape to make with a soul like that? What uses could one plan for such a person?
And what kind of curse would be born from them?
With these questions fueling his curiosity, Mahito started to chat with the old man.
“Why are you here?”
“…Why?”
The old man looked up toward the ceiling through his unruly bangs.
His eye sockets were empty, but it seems like even without sight, humans tended to stare into nothing when they were thinking. One curiosity of Mahito’s was satisfied.
“You weren’t born and raised in this tunnel, right? As a human, you must have been in that noisy city.”
“Ah, that. I lived a fairly busy life a long time ago. I inherited the house, worked, made money and supported my family.”
“So you were a human in a pretty good position.”
“In human society, yes. Looking back on it now, it was all meaningless.”
“So... what, you basically started living in a hole like a mouse, then?”
“I did that because I lost everything that I needed up to then. I lost my social status, my money, and a place where I belonged.”
“You lost it all?”
“I was tricked. That’s when my eyes were burned, so I lost my sight then, too.”
Mahito incidentally recalled the company Jogo attacked.
“You got tricked, huh? You seem pretty good-natured about it.”
“That’s because I didn’t care much about being tricked.”
“You’re a weird old man. Is this some kind of hobby where you get your kicks when people deceive you or something?”
“I’m just saying, that’s the kind of person I was back then. The ones who tricked me were my old friend and my wife. My eyes were burned in that so-called “accident”¹; they claimed I wasn’t of sound mind and body after that, and under the guise of caring for me, they stole everything I worked for before I knew it.”
“That’s a pretty flashy way to trick someone, isn’t it? You’re talking like it’s someone else’s problem.”
“Those two loved each other, and I was loved by no one. Knowing that was more monumental to me than being tricked.”
It was hard for Mahito to interpret what the old man said.
Love. Is it really such an important word?
It’s said that curses born from love exist in the world. It seems there are tremendously powerful ones among them, too. But Mahito doesn’t understand how the mechanism by which people love each other is any different from a cat’s attachment to a blanket.
Still, Mahito knows for a fact that people are obsessed with it.
“Didn’t you curse them? The ones who tricked you.”
“Not really.”
“’Not really’, huh. You know, normally a human in that situation would get angry and hold grudges, and it would make the shape of their soul deteriorate.”
“It’s true, though. I don’t think I had the energy to even consider seeking revenge or hurting them.”
“...I get it.”
Mahito nodded, filling in the blanks.
Regardless of whether or not he can guess the trends in human emotion, Mahito has studied many movies, novels and poetry so far.
Then there were the humans he tinkered with. Mahito could put together the pieces he gleaned from those things and use them to break down the old man’s story.
“So basically, you were in despair. So much despair that it was like your soul was about to die. That’s how you broke through the creation of grudges and curses and ended up like this.”
The old man slowly shook his head.
“I may have been disappointed, but I don’t believe I felt the intense despair you’re thinking of.”
“Are ‘disappointment’ and ‘despair’ different?”
“They are; this is just my personal experience.”
The old man raised his face, following the memories.
“There was no burning resentment or turbulent sorrow. It’s just... I was tired, I guess. Between work, assets, reputation, my life situation and duties, dealing with others, caring about the family name... I think I was probably just tired and worn out because of it all.”
“And that’s why you didn’t get mad even after being tricked?”
“I was at peace. They say the soul gets lighter after going through disappointments.”
The old man’s voice was calm.
It had a cool quality to it, like muddy water that had been filtered clean.
“I couldn’t see, I had no money, I had no love... But as I was walking through the city with nothing to my name, it all suddenly became inconsequential. And then, as I looked around, I saw the city in a new light.”
“Even though you can’t see?”
“Yes. When you can’t see anything, it’s just sound and wind that goes on forever anywhere you are. I couldn’t even see the walls blocking the city in. It was just endless darkness spreading out forever, like a starless night. For the first time, I understood how wide the world was. And I thought to myself... ah, I’m free, aren’t I?”
Mahito blinked rapidly.
This old man’s thinking didn’t fit any other case he had gathered so far.
Even hearing about his past, he couldn’t understand the old man’s thoughts.
But even from Mahito’s point of view, the old man was certainly free.
Without so much as leaving the middle of this tunnel, he knew that the sky was vast.
Perhaps he knew it better than any member of high society walking around freely in the city. He knew the wide spread of the sky, the soft caress of the wind, the gentle sounds of the water.
This old man, who looked like a simple rakugoka², had no property or social standing. He even lost his connection to other humans... And maybe that’s precisely why he could uncover the elusive meaning of the word ‘freedom’.
He was just existing, just being alive, without attachments, grudges or curses.
“So basically ‘not all those who wander are lost’?”
“Yes, though quoting Tolkien’s works might be a little tedious.”
Mahito smiled when the man immediately caught the reference to a book he just happened to read.
“Were you a bookworm?”
“All I did was cram a lot of information in.”
“It’s good to be well-read.”
If curses are born from the fear that humans feel, could this old man even be considered human?
As Mahito is, he struggles with the expression of human emotions.
But he was calm.
For the first time since coming into contact with humans, he had a feeling of peace.
“I think if everyone in the world was like you, I wouldn’t have been born.”
Mahito looked back at his book.
The old man, staring into nothing as always, fell silent again.
Curses are born from humans, but they also kill humans. There is no way for the two to coexist.
But in this tunnel, a curse and a human were doing exactly that.
Though distorted, this peaceful period of time flowed by gently.
--
It’s only natural for humans to hate and fear other humans.
Since they can’t see souls, they can only make guesses about the feelings of others, and they’re swayed by their own emotions.
They don’t understand that these things are just a reflection of the soul’s metabolism. They don’t even know where their soul is.
Mahito investigated the matter.
This blind man lost his sight and his connection to others, so his soul received less stimulation.
And so, no longer influenced by unnecessary things in the physical world, he spent a lot of time facing his inner world and reflecting.
“It’s kind of like a monk’s training. Through strong introversion, a person looks at their soul more often.”
Mahito walked around the city, skimming through a beaten-up copy of the Heart Sutra.
It was a sutra handbook that focused on controlling the soul. It looked like humans of the past did their own research into freeing the soul from the material world.
The old man’s life ended up in a similar state without him setting out to do it on purpose.
That was likely how he learned to feel other souls through the darkness he lived in. Mahito concluded this was the reason he was aware of curses.
“I think he was already predisposed, but... seems like it’s easier for introverted humans to show promise.”
If he gave the old man’s situation even deeper consideration, he could probably make a lot of guesses about a sorcerer’s training. There’s even a way to encourage the first manifestation of cursed energy.
In that case, it should also be possible to take a talented person and ‘make’ them into a sorcerer or curse-user.
Unleashing a curse-user made by a curse onto a sorcerer...
That might be a fun experiment. It’s easier to shake up a human’s soul by having them fight other humans, rather than just exorcising curses. Sukuna’s vessel should be no exception.
Although...
—Maybe it’s fine to do that a little later?
Yes, Mahito thought it over at his leisure.
He is free. When it’s time to move, he moves. When it’s time to rest, he rests.
And he was not in the mood to launch that plan into action.
Rather, for the time being, he just wanted to gather knowledge and indulge in thought. He also got some new books and wanted to read fantasy novels while basking in the quiet comfort of the tunnel.
Mahito’s gait became lighter. While walking alongside the throng of people, he even began to hum.
Suddenly, a loud voice rang out from between two buildings.
“—so damn annoying, yeah?”
Looking over that way, he saw two young humans: a man with long, thin hair, and a muscular skinhead. They were undoubtedly people who looked like trouble.
The long-haired man listened as the skinhead rambled on with his complaints, seemingly in some kind of sullen mood.
“Damn, it’s seriously freezing. Anyway, every last one of ‘em just puts on shitty airs, but it’s all just talk. Nothin’ but excuses. Ah, I wanna kill ‘em all...”
“You say that, but come on. You talk big about wanting to beat these guys to death when you’re pissed, but could you actually kill someone?”
“Sure. Ain’t like killing’s hard.”
“Seriously?”
Mahito squinted and listened, the conversation going in one ear and out the other.
It’s not that he disliked the way they acted or how they spoke bluntly about their heart’s desires. But Mahito knew people like this were all talk.
“Yeah– seriously, anyone’s fine, I just wanna kill someone.”
Then maybe you should do it without saying anything.
Better yet, he thought about practicing some killing methods on them. But Mahito felt the light weight of the book in his hand as he reached out, and he stopped.
Rather than sparing any consideration for this, he just wanted to go back to the comfort of the tunnel and read.
“I’ll kill ‘em.”
The skinhead’s grumbling voice sounded like a spell.
But the words would find no power or heart to shelter in. Shut away between these buildings, the most a person can do is talk to themselves. It’s best for humans like this to stick to the narrow back alleys, foolishly thinking they’re enjoying a wide world.
Mahito averted his gaze and made his way back home.
--
“Why did Gregor become a bug?”
Mahito suddenly asked the old man, not taking his eyes off the novel.
It was a famous book by Franz Kafka.
A story in which a human unexpectedly turns into a poisonous insect.
“The most popular theory is that the bug is a metaphor.”
“Metaphor?”
“It means he was a person who was hated and oppressed within society, treated the same way a human would treat a bug. Kind of like an old man who was suddenly blinded and tricked one day.”
“Is that a joke?”
“Not exactly.”
It was detached and dispassionate, but an answer would come back any time Mahito said something. When conversing with the old man, it felt like talking to a dictionary. He had a lot of information.
He knew about things like the inner workings of the mind and human culture, and he was smart enough to explain it simply in discussions.
For Mahito, who analyzed human souls through books and movies, this old man’s knowledge and conversation helped in its own way.
When do humans get angry? Why do they grieve?
How do they trust and in what ways are they betrayed?
Mahito lived with a different sense of ethics when compared to humans, so there were many things he struggled to interpret. The old man explained them and helped him understand.
He had a strong interest in the experiences of the old man, who had once lived among humans but didn’t act like them.
“After becoming a bug, Gregor eventually hid away like he was told to, but he still ended up being spotted and it led to his death. Jii-san³, why do you think that is?”
“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”
“That’s a quote from Virginia Woolf, right?”
When Mahito immediately and correctly guessed the source, the old man raised a brow slightly.
“You’re a pretty avid reader, too. Conversations with you are really stress-free.”
“Do you have to go back to living with other humans, then?”
“If you don’t have any attachment to the human world, there’s no need to run from it or stand against it⁴.”
“I see,” Mahito murmured to let the other know he was listening, eyes still on the book.
Even if he wasn’t looking at it, the old man’s perpetually calm soul was aglow in the dark like always.
Mahito read his book in the dim room lit by the brilliance of that soul instead of a candle.
Time quietly flowed through the darkness.
Outside of the tunnel, signs indicating the end of summer crept up.
--
The end came abruptly.
One day, when Mahito was heading back to the tunnel with an abandoned poetry anthology that he picked up on an aimless walk through the city, he felt a noisiness that shouldn’t have been there.
There were one, two, three swaying souls.
One had a very familiar shape, but it was terribly frail. It was like the dying flame of a candle weakened by the wind.
With the same unchanging gait as always, Mahito stepped into the tunnel.
As expected, the old man was there.
But the unusual thing was the crumpled, strange position that he was in.
He was also sandwiched between two younger men who were looking down at him.
“Oooi, isn’t this bad? Did this guy seriously die?”
A man with long, thin hair spoke in a tone that was not particularly anxious.
“Didn’t I say it? I said I could kill,” a muscular skinhead replied, his voice casual.
“But ain’t this just impulsive?”
“Yeah, well, the old man had some real cheek, looking down on us when he’s this weak. So why not just kick him?”
The skinhead likely played sports, given that his legs were as thick around as logs. Kicking an old man to death would be easier than crushing a can.
The two didn’t seem to have a single scrap of interest in the old man, his life or his soul.
There was no reason, no grudge, no clear murderous intent.
It seemed like they simply arrived at the tunnel somehow. They took the opportunity to do as much violence as they wanted. They beat him on a whim.
It could be said that this way of being is freedom for humans.
Mahito crouched down, peeking at the old man’s face.
The beaten visage of the man with burned eyes came into view. But even at a time like this, his expression was as calm as always.
“Are you going to die?”
Mahito searched for even a mumbled word or two in response.
“...Seems so...”
The old man answered in a hoarse voice. He likely barely had the power left to speak now. It appeared as though the two men didn’t hear him over their loud conversation.
He intently inspected the old man’s soul.
The peaceful soul was not flickering, nor did it hold anger or grief; it was simply coming to an unhurried end.
Mahito was impressed.
This old man had found the true meaning of freedom. He really was released from every tie of obligation in this world. Even on the verge of death, that didn’t change.
Being able to make sure of that with his own two eyes, Mahito felt considerably relieved. In the same way he would watch a flower wither and fall, he observed the old man’s death.
Nevertheless...
“Jii-san?”
He had a feeling.
It’s like seeing a plot twist you don’t want to see if you keep turning the pages of a book.
Or like knowing the contents of a present before you open it.
That kind of buzz spread through Mahito’s chest.
While he puzzled over the instinctive alarm bells screaming at him to stop watching, everything was heading toward its end.
“...I thought I would die alone.”
The old man’s soul dimly flickered.
A smile was on his swollen face.
“...To have someone... here to witness this old fool’s last moments...”
The flicker might have been insignificant, like a single drop breaking the water’s surface. Even so, for an instant near death, at the end of it all...
The old man’s soul ‘metabolized’.
“...Tha...nk... y...”
The old man died smiling.
“. . .”
Mahito’s eyes opened wide, and for a moment, he was frozen.
He thought the old man was different when compared to other humans. To Mahito, he seemed unfettered.
Mahito thought the unique philosophical views stemming from such an extraordinary state of mind had freed him from all the shackles of this world.
But despite all of that, the old man was still captured right in his last moments.
On the brink of death, he clung to someone else so he could avoid a lonely end.
The old man was only human.
For a human, it was likely satisfying enough. Perhaps it was even the proper way for one to die.
“. . .”
Mahito said nothing.
But what felt like a dry wind blew through his chest, leaving him cold.
He didn’t know the name humans gave that emotion. But his consciousness was like yarn tangling in on itself, wriggling around like a worm—
And suddenly, it all cut off at once.
The only thing left behind was the sensation of standing in a dry and barren wasteland.
“—So basically,” the skinhead’s voice echoed. “Police probably won’t do a proper investigation. Not for this old nobody.”
“Hey, hey, hey; that’s still a person,” the long haired man answered lightly.
“Yeah, well, that guy started it.”
“He shoulda looked at who he was talking to before he picked a fight.”
“Anyway, my pants are dirty from all that kicking... That’s a problem.”
“So fussy. That’s what you’re worried about when you just killed a guy? How funny.”
“That ain’t a person. Anyway, don’t you know I like being clean? Ahh, the blood won’t come off... Water doesn’t do any good, right?”
“Yeah, it doesn’t – but more importantly, if you’ve settled down, I’m hungry. Let’s stop by a convenience store.”
“I dunno. If you’re gonna look, buy a bento and let’s get outta here.”
Mahito quickly stood up in the same way one would when they finished looking for something in a store.
A sense of fatigue was deeply ingrained in his body.
Their incoherent voices persisted, reverberating through the tunnel, smeared with excuses and attempts to escape reality. He couldn’t hear the soft burble of the stream.
With deep-seated listlessness, Mahito approached the skinhead as one would move to pick up fallen trash.
Idle Transfiguration. The technique spreads quickly.
And thus, the moment he tapped the man’s back, its shape was no longer human.
“Ee—!!”
If he just killed them, it would create a nuisance in the form of a corpse, so he simply folded it up into something palm-sized and kept it alive.
Then, with a careless sweep⁵ of his hand, he folded up the other man as well.
“Begh—”
It fell silent.
Mahito gathered up the two, now no bigger than chess pieces, and turned his attention down toward the remaining corpse of the old man.
It was now just a bag of meat full of bones. Not even the soul remained, so he couldn’t use Idle Transfiguration to fiddle with it.
He was briefly troubled by its disposal, which served as the biggest inconvenience.
In the tunnel, there nothing but the sound of running water.
--
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It was a day where the sky seemed farther away than usual.
Clouds peeked out from around the buildings and a good feeling was carried in on the wind.
Mahito aimlessly walked about the city.
“Maybe I’ll catch a movie. It’s been ages.”
He picked a tiny, somewhat old-looking theater and snuck in.
He’s had high motivation lately, and it seemed like some unnecessary things had peeled away from his soul, leaving him more carefree than ever.
Thanks to that, he had also begun to toy with humans more often.
If he can fold a person up and make them small, he wanted to test out inflating one instead, but he slept on the idea overnight. It was pretty fun, but he knew that he was getting too absorbed. He also felt that carrying on with too much persistence wasn’t a good thing.
A change of pace every now and then was fine, too.
He hadn’t closely checked to see what was being screened. It was mostly just plain and obscure movies, but if one went in with no expectations, they might come across a surprisingly interesting tale.
Curiously, he had that kind of a feeling.
While walking through the hall of the theater, he casually felt through his pocket, which had grown bulky with the ‘small humans’ that he had touched.
—Speaking of which, he thought that was a nuisance.
He carelessly tossed some of them away.
Opening the door, he stepped into the theater.
Perhaps because it was a weekday, there weren’t many customers. The silhouettes of what appeared to be students filled out a few seats here and there.
From where Mahito stood in the corner, he had a good view of the screen.
Soon, instead of a curtain raising, the theater was engulfed in darkness.
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T/N:
[1] In this sentence, the implication is that the “accident” was very much orchestrated by the old man’s friend and wife, who burned his eyes somehow and then merely made it look like an accident
[2] The rakugoka is the storyteller in rakugo, a form of (often) comedic theater that relies solely on spoken word from the rakugoka, who only uses a fan and hand towel as props
[3] A way of referring to old men in general, basically like “gramps/grandpa”; Mahito never calls him by an actual name
[4] Essentially, the old man’s saying that he (or anyone) can exist parallel to human society without interacting if they have no attachments to it and can still find peace, contrary to the Woolf quote
[5] Kanji reads sweep, furigana reads cleanse (the same word for exorcism that sorcerers use)
Thanks as well to Pixi for help with editing and tl checks! If an officially translated version of the novel becomes available in your country, please consider purchasing it, or consider buying a copy of the original novel in Japanese if possible!
#jujutsu kaisen#mahito#mahito jujutsu kaisen#mahito jjk#jogo jjk#hanami jjk#jujutsu kaisen light novel#translation#departing summer and returning autumn
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Really annoying how quickly you lose condition vs how long it takes to build it up.
A few months ago I hiked 18km in 7 hours, 1,2km of which were altidude meters. And yeah it was rough as hell, but most of the exhaustion came from rushing 3 hours back to the car with an injured dog with no stops.
Today I break a sweat walking our usual 2,5km, and I dread doing any more than that.
Yeah some of it is packing extra weight with winter clothes, but man it's so discouraging. All it took was a few weeks of seasonal depression to break my streak.
If I want to not straight up die on our goal summit next summer I need to keep it going through winter, but i'm already dreading the cold and snow. Might have to start carrying a backpack or something, add resistance and just do shorter hikes through winter, so that i'm not totally back to 0 in spring.
#it doesn't help that i've realised this summer that i have hyper mobility in both ankles and one knee#so i need to at least maintain muscles in those areas#because hiking this year has been hellish because of it#especially the decsent#twisting my ankles every few steps#i've fallen and hurt my wrist more times than i can count#and when you're tired and hungry and just want to go home every one of those stumbles makes you want to sit down and cry#hiking is hard work but so so so worth it#worth the pain and the bruises and blisters 100%#but starting over feels bad man
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Plushblr 2021 Kick Off Prompt List
Day 1: Show and tell! Show us your newest, favorite, and most unique plush.
Day 2: Draw something! it doesn't have to be anything more than a stick figure, but draw a plush you really want to own!
Day 3: Something old vs Something New! Show us your oldest plush and your newest plush side by side.
Day 4: Telephone! Tell us about who your plush would call if they could.
Day 5: free space! Write about anything you want related to plushies.
Day 6: story time! Tell us a story about one of your plushies that makes you happy to remember OR show us your favorite fictional plushie (Hobbes, Velvetine rabbit, etc).
Day 7: Sing a little song! Write a little song about plushies OR tell us your plush's favorite song!
Day 8: Who do you appreciate? What blog/website/friend/family member is inspiring or especially supportive of your collection?
Day 9: snack time! Whats your plushies favorite snack?
Day 10: way back when! What made you love stuffed animals?
Day 11: make a wish! What's your holy grail plush or plush accessory?
Day 12: Community appreciation! Who, on plushblr, do you really appreciate, even if you've never spoken before?
Day 13: Great Grinning Ghosties! Has anything spooky ever happened with one of your plushies OR show us a spooky plush
Day 14: Dance break! Draw, photograph, or write about what your plush would be like when they bust a move.
Day 15: Live and Learn! Tell us what subjects your plush would be best at OR something you learned about plushies that you think is interesting.
Day 16: Birthdays! Do you know any of your plushies birthdays OR show us a plush you got as a birthday gift.
Day 17: Dress up! Do you have clothes or accessories for your plush? Show us OR take a picture of a plush wearing one of your clothing items or accessories!
Day 18: Maturity! Which of your plushies is the most mature OR how do you explain your collection if you yourself are an adult?
Day 19: seasons! What's your favorite season, do you have pictures of your plushies outdoors in said season? Show us!
Day 20: Take a picture! Take a picture right now of the nearest plush, even if it's badly lit or blurry.
Day 21: Hydration Station! Have a tea party with your plushies OR tell us about you and your plushies favorite drinks!
Day 22: What now? What are your plans for the next year in plush?
Day 23: just you and me! What plush has your back no matter what and why?
Day 24: favorites day! Tell us your favorite plush brand.
Day 25: a good day to be alive! What's one thing you're grateful for about your plush collection?
Day 26: Achoo! Oh no! You're sick! Which one of your plushies would be the best at taking care of you?
Day 27: Shiny! Show us your shiniest plush OR your plush with something shiny
Day 28: winter wrap up! What are you and your plushies going to do next spring?
Day 29: forever young! Do you have a picture of a very old plush when it was new? Show us!
Day 30: Almost done! Reward yourself for getting this far!
Day 31: Last day! What did you like most about this challenge and what did you learn?
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