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The Bargain Ox
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Can you please do Wednesday Addams X reader who has abilities, powers, and a backstory similar to John Constantine? Thank you.
Black Rum
A little short and sweet.
Nevermore really didn’t change much after the attack, and overall some things never truly did change. But what did was the relationship between (Y/n) and Wednesday, she was cold and standoffish towards him in the beginning. Slowly he melted her icy demeanor and made himself home in her heart. Whether she wanted to admit it or not; she loved him. While continuing their studies, the two participate in… extracurricular activities together.
(Y/n) stood in an old Church, dark magic swirling around him as a magic pentagram was drawn around him. He stood calmly in the tornado of darkness as from that black mist, a demon made purely of shadows reaches out, calling his name with his ethereal voice. “(Y/n)… your soul, is mine…” the ethereal voice called out to him, its arm elongated and askew of humanity. Its bony fingers ready to tear his soul apart.
“Any time now love..” he grumbled, ready for a fight to the death. Standing upon the scaffolding of the interior. Wednesday drew an arrow, dipped in Silver. Her eye focused on the demon, ready to reveal itself. Its body began to open up like a cage of bones, darkness emitting like smoke. What was there was a black heart, beating so callously.
“Dammit Wednesday..” was his final thoughts, until the arrow let loose. It flew though the air and it struck true. Nailing the monster right in the heart, Wednesday began to descend the scaffolding, the beast reels in pain. Screaming as the silver sears his heart and thematically seals him to this world temporarily. The monster collapsed down, writhing in pain. (Y/n) sighs with relief, as the monster spirals in pain. Wednesday stands next to (Y/n) as they look over the monsters body.
“I..I will have my revenge!” It calls out, (Y/n) raises his hand.
“Sure lad, you try that, back to where you came from.” He said, the monster growls.
“W-wait! Fine, perhaps we can, strike a bargain?” He said.. (Y/n) scoffs and shook his head.
“Heard that Wednesday?” He said.
“A god begging for mercy.. pitiful.” She said, the demon reaches out but (Y/n) raised his hands to seal his spell.
“Attiuaiasis Qutendo Beneesta Sulpus Accuule!” He chanted, the spell holding the demon in this world was shattered. And once more he was dragged back to the pits of hell. The two stand there and (Y/n) kicks some of the salt, breaking the spell circle and putting an end to it all. Their peace was interrupted by a priest slowly opening the door, he peers in to see the two standing there. (Y/n) casually motions the priest to follow, the middle aged man looked around to see books everywhere, paper, and the unnerving sense of evil.
“Alright Bishop, your Church is free of the vicar curse.” He said, The priest blesses them.
“May god bless you both a thousand times over. We had no way to deal with this dark energy alone.” He explains, and Wednesday wasn’t the one for chit chat.
“We take our payment in cash and check.” She said flatly. (Y/n) glares at her, before the priest nods and hands them said check.
“Of course, like the Bible says; ‘You shall not muzzle an ox when it treads out the grain,’ and, ‘The laborer deserves his wages.’” He said, Wednesday takes it and departs, (Y/n) sighs and shakes the priests hand.
“If you require any other services or know anyone who does, give us a ring.” He said and catches up to Wednesday. She looks at the check but it’s suddenly pulled away from her and flies back, she watches it fall into the hand of (Y/n). The two begin to walk together along a barren plain like trail.
“You could at least say goodbye to the old man.” He says.
“Why?”
“Because we’re in Kansas and I highly doubt we’ll come back. Plus clientele.”
“I don’t see the point of pleasantries, we came to do a job, simple as that.” She says, (Y/n) shakes his head and they reach a building, but they didn’t need the building just the wall. Reaching into his pocket the reveals chalk, he draws a door on it.
“Point is love, we want this “Black Rum: Occult Detectives” thing to work out, we have to actually be like able.. well I have to be. You just be cute dark and broody.” He said, he then turns to the chalk drawing and spoke. “Ecrumis Queeyela Various.” He then blangs on the wall and it crumbled and behind the chalk outline was a door. (Y/n) walks on as Wednesday grumbles “I’m not Broody.” She said, they walk in and suddenly appear back at Nevermores Quad, (Y/n) closes the door and it crumbed to dust.
“So, why don’t we cash this in and ..Spend some quality time together?” He said raising an eyebrow.
“Fine, I suppose your company wouldn’t be an entire bore.” She walks off as the Magician follows. Chucking to himself.
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🌾 Herbs 🌱
🏛 Greek and Roman Mythologies 🏛
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Mythology is the handmaid of literature, and literature promotes happiness. Myths were told or sung to people at least 5,000 years ago. They were told to explain dreams or reasoning for certain happenings or to understand their gods.
Homer was a poet around 900 B.C. and was the main recorder of most myths, although there were poets who sang hymns and told stories of the mythological characters some 2,000 years before Homer. Many modern authors have glamorized myths and made them interesting to read.
The genealogy of the mythical characters is interesting, but we will only touch on a few to get us started. First was Chaos; from Chaos came Mother Earth, Gaea, and the starry heavens, Uranus. They had nymphs, titans, Cyclops and a most wily and terrible son, Cronus (or Saturn) who overthrew his father Uranus. He took Rhea for his wife and they had many children that Cronus devoured because it had been prophesied one would overthrow him. When Rhea delivered Zeus she hid him in a cave and gave Cronus stones to devour in lieu of the infant Zeus. Zeus was raised by nymphs and when he became of age he overthrew Cronus and made him regurgitate the other children. Cronus had destroyed his father and threw the body parts into the sea, from which Venus (a.k.a. Aphrodite) was formed. She is associated with the herbs rose and myrtle.
Zeus was considered the main god of mythology and he married Juno, but he had other wives and lovers. Some of their children were: Apollo, god of the sun, music and medicine; his twin Diana, goddess of the hunt; Hercules, man of strength; Neptune or Poseidon, god of the ocean; and Minerva goddess of crafting and wisdom (she and the Three Graces wove all the clothes and sails for the gods).
One day Prometheus, who was a cousin of Zeus and friend to mankind, met Zeus in a field of poppies. There they killed an ox and Prometheus tricked Zeus and gave him a bag of bones rather than meat. Zeus became enraged and took fire from man to punish Prometheus. Prometheus stole fire back in a hollow fennel stem and gave it to man. Zeus was so angry and punished him again and also gave him the terrible thing…woman. Pandora supposedly was the first woman bringing with her a box. So curious, she opened the box and released all the ills of the world, leaving only hope at the bottom of the box, which she kept.
There were many gods and goddess born to rein over the earth, sky and Hades. Pluto was chosen to rein over the underworld and he took for his wife Persephone who was the daughter of Ceres, goddess of corn. Ceres was so distraught over the loss of her daughter that she let the crops die and Pluto then made a bargain with her to release Persephone for half the year during the growing season. Cereal is named in honor of Ceres. There were many lesser gods, nymphs, satyrs, muses, furies, fates, and sirens that did the bidding of the gods.
The Greeks brought their gods to the Romans, but the Romans had other gods: Pomona, goddess of the fruit; Flora, goddess of flowers; Lucina, goddess of childbirth; and many more. Most of this study pertains to Greek myths.
There are at least 52 herbs that are influenced by the gods and goddesses of mythology. Even though Greek mythology has been in existence for at least 5,000 years, there are no followers of this ancient religion, even though it has influenced our lives in our language, literature, culture, customs, politics, astronomy, and our calendar.
Herbs in Mythology
Aconite- Aconitum napellus - Monkshood, Wolf’s Bane - Name derived from Aconae, supposed place of origin. It is said that it is an invention of Hecate, goddess of sorcery and witchcraft. Medea another sorceress and wife of King Aegeus was jealous of Theseus, the kings son, and tried to destroy him with a drought of aconite, but the king discovered the plot and saved Theseus. The old men who were infirmed were given droughts of Aconite. All parts of this herb are poisonous, but the root is most often used. It was used in the witches brew and gave a sensation of flying. It is used medicinally as a diuretic and diaphoretic.
Artemisia- Artemisia absinthium- Named after Artemis or Diana, goddess of the hunt. Wormwood was the Artemisia of Greek Mythology. It was used medicinally as a direct poison of parasites. If overdosed, it affected the eyes and could cause convulsions. An ancient proverb is as bitter as wormwood.
Bluebell - Hyacinthus nonscriptus - Flower of grief and mourning. Hyacinthus was a charming youth that both Apollo and Zephrus loved. Hyacinthus was partial to Apollo which angered Zephrus. One day they were all playing quoits and a stray quoit of Zephrus killed Hyacinthus. Apollo was stricken with grieve and raised from Hyacinths blood a beautiful purple flower that might evermore exist upon the earth.
Basil- Ocimum basilicum -There are many stories of the origin of basil, but we will surmise that the name coming from the mythical character the basilisk is correct. The basilisk was a large lizard, much like the bearded dragons of today and was thought even a look would kill. Scorpions were also associated with basil and it was thought that eating too much basil would breed scorpions in the brain. Basil is used mainly as a culinary herb.
Bay Laurel- Laurus nobilis - One of the favorite myths pertaining to herbs. Apollo was teasing Cupid about his tiny arrows, and Cupid shot one of love into his heart. Daphne, a nymph was standing close watching the two gods and Cupid shot an arrow to repel into her heart. Apollo saw her and fell madly in love and thought he must have her for his own, she became frightened and started to run from him. He was too fast and started to capture her, she cried to her father the river god Peneus to please save her from Apollo, so her father, who loved her very much turned her into a Laurus nobilis tree. Apollo grabbed the tree and flung his arms around it crying, "My love, my love, I shall love you forever and evermore you shall be green. I will wear your leaves as a crown to remember you." To this day bay wreaths are used as a sign of victory and honor to poets and conquers. Bay is used in all meat dishes and soups. A leaf in your cornmeal or flour will keep the weevils away.
Borage - Borago officinalis - According to Dioscordes this was the famous nepentha of Homer, which was drunk after battle steeped in wine to bring about complete forgetfulness. There is an old saying"Borage is for Courage". Borage has been used as a pot herb or in cooling drinks. The flowers can be candied or frozen in ice cubes.
Calamint- Calamintha nepeta - Was derived from the Greek word Kalos, because of the belief in its power to drive away serpents and the dreaded basilisk, the fable king of the serpents. Gerard said "It takes away the infirmities of the heart and taketh away sorrowfulness." It has mint like flavor and can be used in cooking.
Centaury- Erythraea centaurium - Gentian or Feverwort-A red flowering herb which is named after the Greek centaur, Chiron (Kirun). Centaurs were half-man and half-horse. Chiron was a great teacher of the gods and was skilled in medicinal herbs. Hercules shot him by mistake with a poison arrow and he cured himself with centaury plant. Jupiter decided he was too powerful and sent him to heaven where he is the constellation Sagittarius. Centaury is used as an antiseptic, astringent and a dye to use on wounds and is a vermifuge.
Dog's Mercury- Mercurialis perennis (Euphoriaceae) - Disagreeable odor, extremely acrid and poisonous to animals. Its name is derived from Mercury, god of skill and dexterity. He revealed it medicinal virtues. It is used externally to remove warts, and is used in skin diseases. It produces a blue dye.
Elecampane- Inula helenium - Wild yellow flower, much like a sunflower -The Ancient writers mention Inula as affording a root used both as a medicine and a condiment. The origin of the name helenium probably came from Helen of Troy. She had a large arm full of these flowers when Paris stole her from her husband Menelaus that started the Trojan War that lasted ten years. When Paris was killed Helen returned to Menelaus and through difficulty they returned to Sparta where they lived happily ever after. Elecampane is used medicinally and the roots can be candied and eaten as a sweet.
Eyebright- Euphrasia officinalis - Euphrasia is of Greek origin meaning gladness. Named for one of the Three Graces, Euphrosyne who was distinguished for her joy and mirth. Eyebright is used as an astringent and a lotion for the eyes.
Fennel- Foeniculum vulgare - This herb was held in reverance by early man because Prometheus brought fire to man in the hollow stem. It was and still is used as a vegetable and also used to aid digestion.
Fig- Ficus carica -The fig was dedicated to Bacchus and was the main diet of the early Greeks and Romans. The wolf that suckled Romulus and Remus rested under a fig tree and therefore was held sacred by the Romans. Romulus and Remus founded the city of Rome, Remus died and Romulus collected all the thieves and outlaws to populate his city. The inhabitants of Cyrene crowned themselves with fig wreaths when sacrificing to Saturn holding him to be the discoverer of the fruit.
Flax- Linum usitatissimun - Flax was used for weaving, Minerva and the Three Graces wove the clothes of the gods and their sails. The Ancients used flax seed for bread. Linseed oil is used in paint as a drying agent. Linseed cakes are used medicinally as a laxative. Arachne was a talented weaver and challenged Minerva to a contest. It angered Minerva and she changed her into a spider to weave through eternity.
Garlic- Allium sativum - Garlic was placed by the Ancients at the crossroads as a supper for the goddess Hekate. Homer tells us that the virtues of garlic is what saved Ulysses from being turned into a pig like his soldiers were on the island of Aeaea by Circe, an enchantress. Garlic is now used as a flavoring for meats, and has medicinal properties that contain antiseptic and antibiotic properties. It is used as a stimulant, diuretic, expectorant and is used in healing ointments.
Mints- Spearmint- Mentha viridis Peppermint-Menthapiperita Pennyroyal-Mentha pulegium. Mentha is derived from the mythological origin ascribed to it. Mentha was a nymph, because of her love for Pluto was turned into the plant mint by Persephone, Pluto’s wife. The Ancients scoured their tables with this herb when preparing for the gods. It is also a bee herb. The gods had fields of mint for bees to use to make honey. Mint is used for teas, and to flavor sweets and vegetables. Medicinally it is a stimulant, carmative and antispasmodic.
Mistletoe- Loranthacea – It was considered the "Golden Bough" which opened the world of the dead to Aneas. To the primitive mind, deaths opposite are sex and fertility and mistletoe stood for this also. It was thought to be a life giver and panacea to cure all ills. Asclepus, the son of Apollo learned the art of healing and was considered the father of medicine. He cured many Greeks with mistletoe. Legend has it that he was shown mistletoe by a serpent in a tomb.
Mulberry- Morus nigra - Berries were eaten at ancient feasts. The love myth pertaining to mulberries is a Romeo and Juliet love story. Pyramus and Thisbe were in love, but were forbade by their parents to marry. They planned a midnight meeting under a mulberry tree. Thisbe arrived first and was frightened by a lion, she ran loosing her veil. The lion picked it up in his bloody mouth and dropped it. Pyramus found the veil and was sure his love had been killed by the lion, then he took his sword saying "My love you will not die alone." He stabbed himself . When Thisbe returned and found her love dead she took up his sword and killed herself. The mingled blood from both traveled up the tree and the berries which had been white, were turned deep red as they have remained to this day. The mulberry tree was dedicated to Minerva by the Ancients. Mulberries can be eaten raw, or made into jams or wine.
Myrtle– Myrtus communis – The emblem of fertility and purity and therefore used in wedding bouquests. Minerva had a favorite virgin, Myrsine, and Minerva saved her by turning her into a myrtle bush. Venus also hid behind a myrtle when the satyrs were chasing her, Myrtle and roses were dedicated to Venus. Bacchus or Dioneyus went to Persephone, goddess of the underworld and offered myrtle to release his mother from death.
Narcissus- Amaryllidaceae - A beautiful youth named Narcissus saw his image in a pool of water and fell in love with it. He tried in vain to embrace the image, but it always alluded him, he was so grief stricken that he would not eat and said "Dear beauty why do you shun me? I love you so." He became weak and pale and withered and in his place when he died was a beautiful blue flower which preserves the memory of Narcissus to this day. This plant is poisonous if taken internally. The word, narcissism, meaning to love oneself comes from this myth.
Nightshade- Atropa belladonna -The devil himself, it has been said attends this plant. It is deadly poison, but is a valuable medicine. Its botanical name derives from one of the Three Fates, Atropos, who cut the thread of life, which pertains to its poison. Opthomologists use Atropine to dilate the eyes, and it is used as an antispasmodic.Bittersweet is also a nightshade.(Solanum dulmara)
Parsley- Petroselinum crispum - It is said to have sprung from the blood of the Greek hero Archemorus, the forerunner of death. This herb was dedicated to Persephone, goddess of the underworld, and was used in funeral rites. It was considered the herb of the dead. The Ancients fed their chariot horses parsley. Parsley is widely used as a culinary herb, but it is also used medicinally. It is also a diuretic.
Poppy- Papaver somniferum - Opium poppy - Somnus, god of sleep was always crowned with poppies or lying surrounded with them. Ceres, the goddess of corn, wore a crown of grain interwoven with poppies. Poppies were sacred to Ceres. They are still called cornflowers in many European countries. The seeds can be used in cakes. The juice removed from the head is used medicinally for pain.
Quince- Cydonia vulgaris - This fruit has been eaten throughout history. To the Greeks and Romans quince was sacred. Venus is often depicted with a quince in her right hand. Hercules who was sent on twelve labors and the eleventh was to return with golden apples, these supposedly were quince. Hercules went to the divine garden of Hesperides and found the tree guarded by a dragon. He also knew that Atlas, the Titon, who held up the world lived close by, so he went to him and offered to hold up the world if Atlas would go to the tree and bring him some golden apples. Atlas was happy to oblige and soon arrived with the apples, but refused to take the world back on his shoulders. Hercules acted as if he didn’t care, but said if only Atlas would hold it while he adjusted his lions skin on his own shoulders, so Atlas agreed, but when Atlas took it back Hercules bid him farewell and left with the apples. The golden apples were regarded as a symbol of love and happiness. Quince can be eaten raw.
Rose- Rosaceae - The word rose comes from the Greek word rodon (red) and the rose of the Ancients was a deep crimson and supposedly sprung from the blood of Adonis. Adonis was a beautiful young man that Venus fell in love with and went hunting with him. She cautioned him all the while to be careful of large prey. One day she left him in her chariot drawn by swans and started for Mt. Olympus, but on the way she heard Adonis moaning, she returned to him and found him dying from being gored by a wild boar. She was grief stricken and as he lay dying she said "My Adonis, my grief shall endure, but your blood shall be changed into a beautiful flower." It is the flower of love. The gods Cupid and Bacchus are also associated with the rose-the sign of pleasure and companion of mirth and wine. Roses were spread on the floors at great celebrations and were scattered at the feet of Flora, goddess of flowers.
Rosemary- Rosmarinus officinalis - Rosemary is the plant that grows by the sea (mare from which marinus is derived) the syllable rose is that the plant is often seen glittering with dew (ros) on the shores of the sea. The Ancients were well aquainted with this herb that had a reputation for strengthening the memory. The Muses were the nine daughters of Jupiter and Mnemosyne(Memory). They presided over song and prompted the memory. They sometimes are pictured with rosemary in their hands. Minerva, the goddess of knowledge is also associated with this herb. It was used at both weddings and funerals as it is today. Rosemary is used for culinary, crafting and medicine.
Rue- Ruta graveolens - The name comes from reuo (to set free) because it was used to treat many diseases. The Ancients used it as the chief ingredient of the famous antidote to poison used by King Mithridates who said to become immuned to poison by taking it in gradual doses. It was the DDT of the Ancients.
Savory- Winter savory - Satureja montana, Summer savory - S. hortensis - This herb belonged to the satyrs, these were hairy little creatures with short horns, feet of a goat, mischievous and oversexed. They attended to Bacchus and lived in the woods with Pan, god of the shepherds. Both savorys can be used in meat and bean dishes. Winter savory is a perennial and summer savory is an annual. Mercury claims dominion over this herb.
Thyme - Thymusvulgaris - Thymus comes from the Greek word meaning courage. This herb was known to the Ancients because it was an herb the bees loved and honey was loved by the gods. It was used as an aromatic herb and also rubbed on the tables to clean them for food. Thyme was used internally and externally as an antiseptic. "To smell of thyme" was an expression of praise. It was also used to preserve meat.
Vine Grape- Vitis vinefera - Grapes were considered fruit of the gods and Bacchus was the god of wine. He represents not only the intoxicating power of wine but its social and beneficent influences also, so that he is viewed as the promoter of civilization and a lawgiver and lover of peace. Grape leaves were used medicinally for dysentery.
Walnut- Juglans nigea - In the Golden Age" when men lived on acorns the gods lived on walnuts thus the name Jovis glans or Jupiter’s nuts. The kernels contain oil, albumin ,mineral matter, cellulose and water. Walnuts are used for flavoring cakes, cookies and candy.
Yarrow- Achillea millefolium - Achilles, the great warrior in the ten year Trojan War staunched the bleeding wounds of his soldiers with yarrow. He also tried to stop the bleeding wound in his heel, but alas, he died from his wound. Yarrow was called the military herb by the Ancients. We get the words "Achilles tendon " from this incident in mythology. Yarrow is used as "hops" in beer, as snuff, and as an antiseptic.
These are only a few of the herbs pertaining to mythology, please add to this list with your own research of this delightful study.
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https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240130-03
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Awakening
Audio Book
Embark on a suspenseful journey in "The Awakening" series as Amelia awakens in an underground nightmare, surrounded by uncertainty and fear. Join Amelia and her fellow captives as they uncover the secrets of their captors, harness their psychic abilities, and plot their daring escape from a labyrinth of horrors. Experience the growing camaraderie, the weight of captivity, and the flicker of hope that fuels their determination to defy the odds and regain their freedom.
https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240130-04
RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/f1806618/podcast/rss
The Susie House
Audio Drama
A full-cast, Southern Gothic ghost story set in 1936. After falling on hard times, Honor, James, and their young son move into a rural town full of secrets -- many of them about her new home, The Susie House.
https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240127-01
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I'd like to share some headcanons about Nora's street friend group because it is just everything that is running in my head right now.
(Borrowed from a lot of my personal experiences, having a friend group with the kids in your street is literally half a militia and half a Sicilian mafia.)
Nora met these guys in her first year of high school when her and Tommy moved to a different neighborhood hoping to save some money and get Nora to stick to one school (she gets expelled quite frequently and it isn't fun) and it's these street neighborhood friends who helped her out and made her feel little less lonely.
There's Rusty. She's the eldest one. Fifteen year old and built like an actual ox. She's essentially the ring leader, telling them all what they'll be doing that week. Her older brother, Tony sometimes joins the gang.
Nora, who is 14 and exists.
Stucky Grease, 13 and a half. She's a fast runner. She's sweaty all the time. They found her in the park doing wheelies. A bit of a bully sometimes. She likes terrorising pigeons and making explosives out of water and glitter.
Trixie Trivia Thompson (Triple-J) who's 13 and a quarter (and makes it everyone's problem). He's Geek #2 and he's a professional one who trades sports cards and is a hard bargainer. He's also good with breaking locks - either meticulously with a hairpin or allowing Cable to set it on fire and melt the damn thing.
Cable, 12, nicknamed aptly because he's good with tools and wires. Not good as in a professional but he kinda likes exploding shit and setting things on fire.
Quinoa, also 12, named such because her mom's a dietician and she's the resident snack bringer. She's also really good at foraging,climbing trees and stealing shit and rightfully so, has a million allergies , braces, pig tails, myopia you get the idea.
Scully, 11, the resident sci fi nerd who can quote X Files. That's about it to him. He's the youngest and the most naive but never made to feel that way- except they don't tell him when they're running away, which means Scully's also the resident fall guy of the group.
Then an old lady, Mildred Clovers who yells at them because they constantly break her window by playing street baseball.
And these guys - these mfers have checked out every insane thing in the books:
Attempting to make molotov cocktails and breaking a car's windshield
Underage joyride driving.
Shoplifting only the good candy.
Breaking and entering houses but only to steal some food while they're playing outside
Swap Pokemon cards as if they're actual drugs
Do drugs (jk they drank alcohol once, and that's how Nora bought her way into the group. they also decided the same day that they didn't like the alcoholic taste)
Infiltrate senior parties - both seniors at school and senior citizens in the neighborhood
Vandalism
Make explosives and setting dumpsters on fire
Arts and crafts on a movie night.
Break into their school just to have a sleepover there
Shatter windows with home runs.
Develop Skate-Pro. An all new skating experience where you attach a bunch of cycles to a skateboard and get everyone's teeth wrecked.
Skate-Pro 2.0, now with more throttle except the most they could do was attach a bunch of firecrackers to the skateboard. This time they used a crash test dummy.
Set off leftover firecrackers inside empty classrooms before they put up the security cameras
Parkour
Extreme Parkour
Interpretive dancing.
Them deciding to be on the same dental plan after figuring out a loophole
Doing each other's homework.
Slipping a firecracker inside a bully's backpack
Raise rabid dogs
Run away from said rabid dogs.
Trying to cook dinner
Tossing a whole rotisserie chicken off the window for it to crash right through Mildred Clover's window yet again
Watching as Mildred Clover enjoys some free dinner.
FIRE STUNTS!
fire stunts without fire because parents are concerned.
Making the largest peanut butter and jelly sandwich but stopping at step one because none of their homes had an oven. Except for mildred.
Trying to become a band.
Helping each other cheat on tests.
Bailing each other out as their parent during PTAs.
Infiltrate a college campus.
Watching each other move away. It starts with Quinoa and then Rusty.
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[I feel like an entity that could help Akino and Carmela in this instance would be Kṣitigarbha, the bodisattva of Hell, and owner of Diting (the dog who could tell SWK and LEM apart). His big thing is relieving those in the underworld of torment and suffering. I could see him bargaining with the Ten Kings or King Yanlou/Yama to let Carmela's soul leave the afterlife with Akino, less the demoness wreck havoc upon the Underworld in her grief and vengance.]
Wait.. what if..
When Akino, Macaque and a few other family members visit Diyu, Kṣitigarbha offers Carmela to Akino and Carmela is holding a small ball of energy that was meant to be their kid?
What would the reaction of the elders (great-grandparents, grandparents, ECT) when they see Carmela holding the small ball of energy?
JAHAJSB angst /pos
sequel to this post. Character death tw for it too.
Akino sees the little soul-ball in Carmela's arms. Pauses. Blinks.
And breaks down *sobbing*.
Multiple family members + Carmela's soul are required to bring Akino out of her hyper-ventilating. Diting probably even gets in for some dog comforting.
The elders are similarily shocked/grieving, especially PIF (who I hc has lost a pregnancy before) who rushes forward to hug Carmela and Akino both. This accidentally proves to Akino that her high-standard great-grandma really does approve of their relationship to some extent. Some of the elders are sad but understanding, not every new soul makes the full journey the first time.
Once everyone leaves the Underworld (Ox-Head and Horse-Face acting as escorts), the little soul ball just sorta... disappears. Carmela and Akino have a long night of crying and talking once they get home.
A few days later Carmela notices that her symptoms havent changed from since before her trip into the underworld... and starts yelling excitedly for Akino to get her a certain test.
I hope you like the little extra happy I added at the end /pos
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Bad Decisions
Joel Miller x Reader
Part 3
Warning(s): description of zombies?
Word Count: 1.5k
Summary: You and Joel were just starting to act on your feelings for each other. What happens when an outbreak separates you two?
( 2010 )
THE EMERGENCY ROOM was filled to the brim with people. The chaos was overwhelming and the hospital staff begged for a break in the waves of people. Patients were flooding in, complaining about just about anything you could possibly think of.
Pain, dizziness, hunger, and biting?
You had taken care of multiple people now who had presented with bite marks on some part of their body. It was odd - then again, many things that came into the ER were odd, to say the least. The rooms were all taken and they had began to line the overflow patients along the hallways, putting up dividers in between each person. The incessant beeping of heart and pulse ox monitors screeched through the air, adding a layer of overstimulation to the constant chatter between staff and patients.
It was now getting close to night time and you prayed that it meant the flow of people would calm. You just needed a 10 minute break - that's it. You'd even bargain with 5 if it meant you could empty your bladder and sit the hell down. Your legs were sore and your feet cramped up with each step you took. The shoes you were wearing once gave you such comfort and support. Now they felt like rocks underneath your feet. Your mouth was dry and your stomach grumbled in hunger. You couldn't even remember the last time you had eaten today. Was it breakfast? You didn't know.
Sarah had made you cookies and if you didn't try one, that child would bring hell down upon you. She was fierce and stubborn, just like her father. The thought of Joel overtook your head as you tuned out what your coworker was explaining to you. You thought back to the intense kiss you had shared a few days back. It made your stomach flutter and your lips tingle all over again. You could practically still feel his beard scratching your chin. You weren't sure what it meant for the two of you, but you didn't regret it. It was something you held back for a long time - and you hoped he felt the same.
You felt like you were back in high school again, thinking about your crush. The man made you giddy and filled your body with butterflies. You hadn't felt that way in a long time. But once that southern accent and those sweet eyes entered your life, it was game over. And this was something that Sarah could easily tell. Being her sly self, she'd try and bring you and Joel together anytime she could. This only increased the small crush you were desperately trying to get rid of. But eventually, over time it began to feel like an unspoken thing was forming between you two. The stolen glances and lingering touches were like a high - both of you always coming back for more. But it had never went further than that.
Until the other night.
"Hey? Hey? Did you hear a word I said?" Your coworker brought you out of your jumbled thoughts.
"What? Uh sorry, it's just so busy in here. I'll catch up with you later." You mumbled as you walked away - your coworker blabbing still even as you retreated.
Someone else yelled your name, bringing you to one of the many filled hospital rooms. There were multiple staff members in the small space. There was yelling and hands swinging around. Your heart picked up speed as you saw them trying to restraint a combative patient. You rushed over and helped grab a loose arm, bringing it down to the persons side.
The patient was screaming and moaning as they thrashed around. Their hair was slick with sweat and their eyes were glazed over. They continued to pick their head up as they attempted to bite at whoever was closest. You dodged the persons swings and bites, all of them finally securing them down with soft restraints. The group took a step back to breathe, watching the still screeching patient.
"What is going on?" You asked as you studied the person before you.
"No idea, but this is like the 5th person to act this way." A male nurse said breathlessly, pointing out to the other rooms.
You stepped out into the hallway and could now hear the familiar yelps and screams, even the gnashing of teeth. You felt your heart drop at the noises that were beginning to sound from every direction. You pushed through the busy crowds of hospital staff and approached the tv that could no longer be heard. You leaned forward and read the subtitles of the news anchor that was on the screen.
". . claims of people acting strange. People showing up to nearby emergency rooms with bite marks. The police are advising that all individuals should remain inside unless needing medical attention. ."
You narrowed your eyes at the words, taking a moment to study the background of the news reporting. You could see people running and screaming, trying to get away from something. The news caster continued to glance behind her, making sure no one was close to her. As she created more distance between her and the sea of people, the camera panned over. The lens landed on a large fire far in the distance, engulfing what looked like to be a farm house.
A gasp fell from your lips as you watched the chaos unfold. Not only was it happening in the ER but it was also happening outside. Your thoughts immediately went to Joel and Sarah, your stomach sinking.
What was happening?
Screams erupted from the waiting room, making you flinch. You ran down the hallway and opened the automatic doors that led to the waiting patients. People were running and screaming, throwing themselves out the door and onto other people. Before you could react, a body collided with yours, sending you sliding across the glossy floor. You let out a cry of surprise and looked up to a wild eyed person. Their mouth was starting to decay, their eyes were hazed over and seemed void of life. Drool flew off of their thin, dry lips, making you groan in disgust.
The person, or thing, tried to bite down on you but you kicked it back before any contact could be made. It stumbled and you took the chance to scramble to your feet and run off. Tears were welling up in your eyes, your cheeks flush from adrenaline and fear. You weaved in and out of the crowds of people. Shoulders slammed into yours as they ran in the opposite direction of you. Your feet finally screeched to a halt at one of the many side exits, quickly busting through. You bent down and rested your hands on your thighs as you took deep breaths of the cool night air. Your anxiety was through the roof and you felt like you were suffocating.
With bated breath you reached into your scrub pocket and fished out your phone, immediately searching for Joel's contact. You clicked the call button and impatiently waited for him to pick up, starting to put distance between you and the hospital. As you walked along the parking lot, you turned back to glance at the building - people running in and out, cops littering the front. Bright flashing lights and the sounds of helicopters made your stomach churn. You let out an angry huff as the call went to voicemail, immediately clicking call again. And just like before it went unanswered. On the last try, the other line picked up. Static was blaring through the phone, hurting your ear.
"Joel? J?" You yelled into the phone, listening in to the mixture of static and yells.
"H. . honey, where. . you? I need. ." His deep voice was filled with fear and that alone made your face grow paler than it already had gotten.
"Joel, I'm at the hospital!" You cried out, picking up your pace through the long parking lot.
"I can't . . you. I'm gonna -" The line went dead before you could hear Joel's words.
Your heart sunk into your stomach as you looked at the now dark phone. Your reflection looked back at you, your features twisted in a mixture of pain and terror. The sound of bounding footsteps came from behind you, causing you to snap your head towards the noise.
A decaying body was running towards you, their teeth nasty and chomping in the air. You let out a mangled cry and took off down the road. The pounding of your feet made your legs ache, your head turning back every few seconds to see if you were still being pursued by the creature. Your wide eyes landed on more bodies following after you, making you let out another cry. You panicked and looked around, now faced with the long road ahead or the dense forest. You ran your shaking hands through your wild hair as you weighed your options, hearing the approaching steps.
With one last shaky breath, you took off into the woods - disappearing into thick foliage.
#joel miller#joel x reader#the last of us#tlou#wattpad#romance#angst#fluff#adventure#apocalyptic fiction#pedro pascal
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Ok now I wanna see all of them playing one of those RPG games like a game night so 11 for Peter, Harry, Montana, Quinten, Dan, Ox, Electro, Flint, & O'hirn
(Questions from this post)
Honestly fair!! That would be fun lol
Peter: paladin, due to their commitment to oaths.
Harry: Dungeon master when Quentin isnt. Cleric otherwise because healing boi times.
Montana: Barbarian. He cant handle the magic systems of other classes.
Quentin: Dungeon Master when Harry is not. Bard otherwise. For all the silliness.
Dan: Monk. feels like it is reflective of himself. Actually get super invested in writing lore for himself
Ox: Rogue. Why? Because he thinks its funny.
Electro: warlock leaning heavily on a bargain backstory
Flint: druid. Cause he sort of likes the idea of working with nature.
O’hirn: barbarian. Really like the thought of just punching things.
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The Who
The Studio Albums [Box Set]
2012 Polydor
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Tracks LP One:
My Generation
01. Out in the Street
02. I Don’t Mind
03. The Good’s Gone
04. La-La-La Lies
05. Much Too Much
06. My Generation
07. The Kids Are Alright
08. Please, Please, Please
09. It’s Not True
10. I’m a Man
11. A Legal Matter
12. The Ox
Tracks LP Two:
A Quick One
01. Run Run Run
02. Boris the Spider
03. I Need You
04. Whiskey Man
05. Heat Wave
06. Cobwebs and Strange
07. Don’t Look Away
08. See My Way
09. So Sad about Us
10. A Quick One While He’s Away
Tracks LP Three:
The Who Sell Out
01. Armenia City in the Sky
02. Heinz Baked Beans
03. Mary Anne with the Shaky Hand
04. Odorono
05. Tattoo
06. Our Love Was
07. I Can See for Miles
08. I Can’t Reach You
09. Medac
10. Relax
11. Silas Stingy
12. Sunrise
13. Rael (1 and 2)
Tracks LP Four:
Tommy
01. Overture
02. It’s a Boy
03. 1921
04. Amazing Journey
05. Sparks
06. Eyesight to the Blind (the Hawker)
07. Christmas
08. Cousin Kevin
09. The Acid Queen
10. Underture
Tracks LP Five:
Tommy [continued]
01. Do You Think It’s Alright?
02. Fiddle About
03. Pinball Wizard
04. There’s a Doctor
05. Go to the Mirror!
06. Tommy Can You Hear Me?
07. Smash the Mirror
08. Sensation
09. Miracle Cure
10. Sally Simpson
11. I’m Free
12. Welcome
13. Tommy’s Holiday Camp
14. We’re Not Gonna Take It
Tracks LP Six:
Who’s Next
01. Baba O’Riley
02. Bargain
03. Love Ain’t for Keeping
04. My Wife
05. The Song Is Over
06. Getting in Tune
07. Going Mobile
08. Behind Blue Eyes
09. Won’t Get Fooled Again
10. Pure and Easy
11. Baby Don’t You Do It
12. Naked Eye
13. Water
14. Too Much of Anything
15. I Don’t Even Know Myself
16. Behind Blue Eyes
Tracks LP Seven:
Quadrophenia
01. I’m the Sea
02. The Real Me
03. Quadrophenia
04. Cut My Hair
05. The Punk and the Godfather
06. I’m One
07. The Dirty Jobs
08. Helpless Dancer
09. Is It in My Head
10. I’ve Had Enough
Tracks LP Eight:
Quadrophenia [continued]
01. 5:15
02. Sea and Sand
03. Drowned
04. Bell Boy
05. Doctor Jimmy
06. The Rock
07. Love, Reign o’er Me
Tracks LP Nine:
The Who by Numbers
01. Slip Kid
02. However Much I Booze
03. Squeeze Box
04. Dreaming from the Waist
05. Imagine a Man
06. Success Story
07. They Are All in Love
08. Blue Red and Grey
09. How Many Friends
10. In a Hand or a Face
Tracks LP Ten:
Who Are You
1. New Song
2. Had Enough
3. 905
4. Sister Disco
5. Music Must Change
6. Trick of the Light
7. Guitar and Pen
8. Love is Coming Down
9. Who Are You
Tracks LP Eleven:
Face Dances
1. You Better You Bet
2. Don’t Let Go the Coat
3. Cache Cache
4. The Quiet One
5. Did You Steal My Money
6. How Can you Do It Alone
7. Daily Records
8. You
9. Another Tricky Day
Tracks LP Twelve:
It’s Hard
01. Athena
02. It’s Your Turn
03. Cooks County
04. It’s Hard
05. Dangerous
06. Eminence Front
07. I’ve Known No War
08. One Life’s Enough
09. One at a Time
10. Why Did I Fall for That?
11. A Man Is a Man
12. Cry If You Want
Tracks LP Thirteen:
Endless Wire
01. Fragments
02. A Man in a Purple Dress
03. Mike Post Theme
04. In the Ether
05. Black Widow’s Eyes
06. Two Thousand Years
07. God Speaks of Marty Robbins
08. It’s Not Enough
09. You Stand by Me
Tracks LP Fourteen:
Wire & Glass
01. Sound Round
02. Pick up the Peace
03. Unholy Trinity
04. Trilby’s Piano
05. Endless Wire
06. Fragments of Fragments
07. We Got a Hit
08. They Made My Dream Come True
09. Mirror Door
10. Tea & Theatre
11. We Got a Hit [extended version]
12. Endless Wire [extended version]
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* Long Live Rock Archive
#TheWho#The Who#Roger Daltrey#John Entwistle#Kenney Jones#Keith Moon#Pete Townshend#The Who Studio Albums#Studio Albums#Compilation#Box Set#Rhythm & Blues#Hard#2012
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Magnesium Oxide Market Epiphany: Revelations in Business Evolution
Magnesium oxide, commonly known as magnesia, is a white hygroscopic solid mineral that occurs naturally as periclase and is a source of magnesium. It has high thermal conductivity and high melting points, and acts as a refractory material and flame retardant. Magnesium oxide is used as a synthetic compound widely in industries like refractories, agriculture, chemical, and construction. It is used as a refractory material and a raw material in production of other magnesium compounds. The global Magnesium Oxide Market is estimated to be valued at US$ 6.8 billion in 2023 and is expected to exhibit a CAGR of 6.4% over the forecast period 2023 to 2030, as highlighted in a new report published by Coherent Market Insights.
Market Opportunity:
The increasing adoption of magnesium oxide market in refractories applications is estimated to boost the market growth over the forecast period. Magnesium oxide is one of the primary constituents used in production of refractories. Refractories made from magnesium oxide exhibit high resistance to corrosion and slag penetration at high working temperatures. They also possess low thermal conductivity which hinders heat losses. Growing steel production globally is expected to drive demand for refractories, in turn augmenting the consumption of magnesium oxide in refractories manufacturing. According to data from World Steel Association, crude steel production increased from 1.8 billion metric tons to 1.9 billion metric tons between 2020 and 2021. Rising steel demand from construction and industrial sectors is projected to propel the refractories market, thereby creating lucrative opportunities for magnesium oxide over the coming years.
Porter’s Analysis
Threat of new entrants: The threat of new entrants is moderate. Though capital requirements for establishing a new magnesium oxide manufacturing plant are high, the market is highly fragmented with presence of many small and medium players.
Bargaining power of buyers: The bargaining power of buyers is high. The market is highly commoditized with no product differentiation. Buyers can easily switch between suppliers based on price and quality.
Bargaining power of suppliers: The bargaining power of suppliers is moderate. Raw materials required for magnesium oxide production such as magnesium carbonate are available from multiple regional and global suppliers.
Threat of new substitutes: The threat of substitutes is low. Magnesium oxide does not have any cost effective substitutes for refractory and metallurgical applications.
Competitive rivalry: Competition is high due to presence of many players.
SWOT Analysis
Strength: Magnesium oxide has wide application in refractories, agriculture, chemical intermediaries due to its properties such as high thermal stability, insulation, and moisture resistance. It is extensively used as a refractory material in steel, cement, and lime industries.
Weakness: Fluctuations in raw material prices directly impact production cost of magnesium oxide. Strict environmental regulations regarding emission control increases compliance cost.
Opportunity: Growing steel and cement industries in developing countries of Asia Pacific and Latin America provide growth opportunities. Emerging applications in water treatment and flue gas desulfurization also present new opportunities.
Threats: Availability of alternative materials such as magnesium hydroxide and magnesium chloride for some non-metallurgical applications can hamper demand for magnesium oxide. Intense competition keeps margins under pressure.
Key Takeaways
The global Magnesium Oxide market is expected to witness high growth over the forecast period of 2023 to 2030 supported by growing refractory, metallurgical and construction industries.
Regional analysis - Asia Pacific dominates the global magnesium oxide market with a share of over 50% in 2023. China is the largest producer and consumer of magnesium oxide globally. Growing steel and cement industries in India and Southeast Asian countries are fueling demand.
Key players - Key players operating in the magnesium oxide market are RHI Magnesita, Martin Marietta Magnesia Specialties, Nedmag, SMZ Jelsava, Grecian Magnesite, Baymag, and Industrias Penoles. RHI Magnesita is the global leader with a strong production base and wide geographic reach.
#Magnesium Oxide Market Share#Magnesium Oxide Market Growth#Magnesium Oxide Market Demand#Magnesium Oxide Market Trend#Magnesium Oxide Market Analysis
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hi, this is pickle! do you have an recommendations for people who want to get more into the who? i know a few of their more popular songs, but would be interested in learning more about them! hope you're doing well!!
-pickle
Hello, Pickle! Today was a hell, but I'm glad to have a question about The Who! I hope you're doing well tho! Now let me just... You've opened a pandora's box XD
My own way to get into any band is to listen to the album that a song caught my attention. This is how it happened with The Who as I heard "Love Ain't For Keeping" and the next day I've decided to give a listen to the entire "Who's Next" album. But let me go album by album, the ones I know.
But it honestly all depends. Their music changed throughout the years so if you're more interested in the old stuff, I would say go for the entire first album. No matter the quality, it's very good. Not only "My Generation" deserves a recognition, but also: the opener of the album "Out In The Street", "It's Not True" is an earworm, especially the drum part (I will talk about drums a lot), "A Legal Matter" is a must and don't even get me started about the instrumental "The Ox" oh God, don't let me start - just the drumming, man, the drumming!
Now for "A Quick One" it's a massive album, with very good songs, but this one is more for a one sitting or a few ones, expecting everything. Because you have such masterpiece as "Boris The Spider" (probably the second song that pulled me in because of bass) and then there's "Cobwebs and Strange" a few songs after, which is my song to go with whenever I see this album, but that's just me and that question-answer sequence which is incredible - again, drums! But then there's also "Bucket T", which is surprisingly stupid and awesome at the same time, "Happy Jack" is an earworm as well.
"TOMMY" IS A MUST. Album that is for one sitting to listen through, no skips. This is an experience and here it's either you go with the musical first and then the original album (like I did and God this was a mistake for one reason only - and no, it wasn't because of music) or you do it the other way around. Either way, you'll probably have a lot of fun, but it's not something to go with as the first thing to get into the band, at least in my opinion. And it's pretty dark actually, lyrics vise.
"Who's Next" is next and what can I say? It's one I'm nostalgic about, but just to note down the songs that aren't "Baba O'Riley", "Behind Blue Eyes" and "Won't Get Fooled Again": "Bargain" a very personal song for me mainly because of the vibe of both melody and lyrics - I swear, Pete is such a good writer! "Love Ain't For Keeping" is such a peaceful song, one you probably wouldn't expect from this band if you didn't hear a lot by them. "The Song Is Over" I think it's a more emotional one, actually sung by both Roger and Pete, something to go for for sure. "Getting In Tune" is destroying me emotionally, I love this song so freaking much *sob sob* Nostalgic album for me, because it was the first!
There's also bonus content on the edition of it I have and if I can say one thing is that "Baby Don't You Do It", "Water" and "I Don't Even Know Myself" are <3 Especially the first one! And you won't guess the reason why I'm saying this, DRUMS!
*yeets "Quadrophenia" at you* Go listen to it!
It's an experience, much like "Tommy", but I think it's much more emotional. Again, for one sitting, no skips, just song after song, it just flows. "5:15", "Bell Boy", "Love Reign O'er Me" are my personal favorites - Keith singing in "Bell Boy", my most beloved song <3 It was my second album, and I think it's good like that. Unless you're not used to sitting and listening to one album for longer than an hour.
And the only one left that I know is "The Who By Numbers". Again, opener "Slip Kid" is a very good one, "However Much I Booze" a second song is very good as well and then we have "Squeeze Box", a winner of the entire album actually. I seem to remember this album the least, but it's a good listen really. Additional detail that I've noticed is that it starts with drumming and ends with them. Love such details <3
As for concerts, I can only speak about the one recorded at Woodstock, because I've watched this one and a few random fragments of other concerts. It's very good, one to go for without even thinking. At the beginning of this week yt showed me another concert, I think from 1974 and I'm waiting for the end of the week to watch it!
Don't have any recommendations for documentaries yet. I've only watched one about Keith and seeing it once was enough for me. Like, it wasn't bad, it was really good, but I learned a lot about his death and well... I went hysterical for the first time since my grandma died back in 2013. Yeah, that hit hard. BUT! I saw a fragment of "Quadrophenia", documentary by BBC I believe and the fragments were cool, so I guess that is worth to go for.
As for books? I'm unlucky about them for now, but I saw here and there that there are some. I would say it would be better to search by yourself as I also don't know how it is with them in your country because here in Poland... This band is NOT popular. I'm even surprised that I recall watching "Tommy" on tv when I was very very tiny. One scene reminded me that it aired on tv once probably, but like, I could be 3/4 years old back then, my memory can be mistaken, but ya know... I'm 100% sure that I saw the second half of the musical because someone seems to be with me for the entire life
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The Old World - Part 10
From the distance we saw Trovlag who beckoned us to be quiet. Before us now stood the Matriarch of the this Troll clan. Pushing it’s claw into my forehead, I was suddenly able to understand it’s language.
It told us that we were in the wrong place and that we would probably be tasty. Night had come and most of the Trolls went to sleep. Trovlag attempted to sneak in and free us but was met with a surprise from a Troll feinting to sleep. Soon enough we were met with the Matriarch again. It pricked my forehead again and spoke to me. I attempted to bargain our way out and met with a deal. 1 Ox per month for the Trolls. As we agreed, it placed a spell on me, infecting my arm.
The Matriarch revealed that it was a measure to ensure I would not neglect our promise. With our newfound safety we quickly escaped and found a place to camp for the night.
After some more traveling and reaffirming that the Trolls would leave us be as long as we didn’t attack them, we came across a clearing. Lush, green grass with a beautifully build house stood in its middle. In front of it was a seemingly old lady sitting in a rocking chair. We approach.
The old woman greeted us pleasantly from a distance while we made an awkward and slow approach. We ask if she is the mother of the Seer we’ve been looking for and she confirms this. We ask about the book we have, the curse on my arm and about the nearby Trolls. She states she gladly wants to help, but in return for an eye. Being rather attached to our own we ask what others will suffice. The Seers mother tells us that a humanoid eye will be enough.
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amanita companion profile
yes i made a profile for my tav as if she were a companion. the brainrot (hah) is severe. she is a half wood elf circle of spores druid. it is long i love her. anyway more people should do this its fun :)
backstory
became very ill as a child, her parents took her to many local healers and found one wise woman that was able to cure the illness but only when amanita was living with her. she was raised by the wise woman with occasional contact with her parents until some point in her teens. she discovered the wise woman was actually the source of her illness and things got Worse. eventually she fled and found a druidic circle to take her in. they stabilised her illness with regular medicine & magic. girl's got fungus in her blood. she now believes the woman was a hag and has a sworn hatred of them all for the violation.
values:
generally pro-nature, anti-hag, anti-dangerous bargains, pro helping others get out of said bargains, often has contradictory opinions on the undead (her 'natural' undead mushroom zombies vs balthazar's 'unnatural' flesh golem & ghouls). a big thing for her is being considered an equal to her friends, so she would disapprove of astarion's ascension & gale's attempt at godhood bc she feels like they leave her behind. she would also leave ur party with wyll and karlach if you side with the goblins in act 1.
opinion on the tadpoles: absolutely hates that someone else has put something in her body without her permission and that she cannot remove. seething with anger at the violation. is relieved the tadpole has prevented her infection from taking hold without her medicine but truly hates the loss of control she feels because of it
approves:
defeating auntie ethel | saving anabella | being supportive of alfira | telling the bluejay his nest looks good | positive scratch + owlbear interactions | saving halsin | freeing the grymforge gnomes | bringing spaw nere's head | drinking omeluum's potion | talking to the ancient rothe | placing flowers on that dog's grave in the underdark | exposing BOOOAL as a fake god | killing balthazar (bonus if its before finding the nightsong!) | freeing the pixie | drinking jaheira's wine after discovering what's in it | defending astarion's choice to araj | releasing wyll from his contract | helping mayrina in act 3 | asking for a poly relationship with halsin (druids4druids) | helping the strange ox | freeing Us the second time you meet it | positive interaction with the spore guy at the society of brilliance | saving omeluum
disapproves:
stealing the idol of silvanus | killing the owlbear mother | making any deal with auntie ethel | any negative interaction with the myconids (except glut) | stealing from temples | accepting any deal with raphael | pushing gale towards godhood | pushing astarion towards ascension | telling wyll to sell his soul to mizora | encouraging shadowheart to kill nightsong | selling nightsong out to lorroakan | absorbing more tadpoles | trusting the emperor too much
special dialogue locations
when the illusion is broken in the bog | after defeating ethel (no bargain struck) | upon first encountering the myconids | just before leaving the underdark via elevator | after meeting both halsin and jaheira (druids4ever) | after killing balthazar but before finding the nightsong | upon talking to the spores guy at the society of brilliance lodge
recruitment:
amanita can be found in the blighted village, having set out to find halsin after visiting the grove before your party. she is trying to convince some goblins to let her past. if you don't pick her up here (and don't destroy the grove), she can be found in the underdark, distracted by rare mushrooms.
companion quest: mushrooms on the brain (this stuff is hazy but is how i imagine her narrative arc :))
feels the call of some unknown rot/decay deity but tries to balance it with silvanus' teachings. her internal battle is decay for its own sake vs decay in order to create life & wielding power over the circle of life vs submitting to it.
the crux is the decision to eat the heart of the hag that infected her or not; unlike most companions, she needs to be actively persuaded to take this darker path. left to decide by herself, she will not eat the heart. if persuaded to eat the heart, she will express regret at the last minute before the transformation happens, but will be unable to stop it.
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Me in the unblessed Cross that I
A ballad sequence
1
As easy might sweet as they leaping
he lover, and down
the racket this truth describing
to touches Heaven, my
spouse Nancy; yet I’ll she has been
past the frock and so there,
is a look back in traffic on
the long I will live on
the fruite of ever praise out of
ours? I open mouth-deep
in twixt me avow—you are heart,
as in a loaf, her painting
she doth euer I wist the fat
Oxe, that beauty go with
rage of Absál, the Golden rod,
thrust us from crime to
live, our cared to. Choose me dead by
tubes she but aske hem at
the lady-flowers, mother, who
turns in the ocean in
it. The palm was on his head became
the monkeys make it
on primrose-banks, and bound, and nowe
I wote, it with a hole,
as well. Had yielding a watch himself
might through a bleed great
rings do stanck, thou will, what heart its
head, my verses dight, that
seeldome children, the house and gone!
Each by much of life that
and down to see: why should not be
matcht, were beside! And his
Heart only we whom thee; for, soon,
dost the sting, and oath from
the stand in thrall; and so a woman,
he shadow dance in
your addresses, and enemy
to remind the more than
a mile, more stroked my dust to him.
Pale bodies like thou would
bargain ye wandered all wood pigeon
that was vncouth: so long,
I know that walks will come to me
with standing the mounted—
he and I but the Prior, turn
him ne’er sae sweets war not,
as banished, then ought which breaking
the sun, and wood: oh, light,
’tis with an encounted in an
empty cup, nails rusting
innumerable Bridal wiles
she went for blood. And my
brow, he ledges of gold, or sleep.
And watch him name of light
of Death wilfully approaching
silver dew on ever
its spotted in it thee anear.
What lockt up Pearl; or business
may I stand, of legs in time
exchange my smart, let this
rude affray, for Roffy is whooping—
anon-anon: the
white seal. Some music-notes, for I
missay, but little tent
of children, the love me with thy
breathe sworn to the stars into
the slow braille touch that vast head,
and weep that is not passed
anguish, we changed: the heart as soft
hand? Me in the unblessed
Cross that I leave, till lingering
and she is sore When a
map, but nowe I would weary, assist
my poor old breaking
off the wind, thy word, in handsome
angels such Liberty.
2
She casket of me; I rather
milk-white roses gules
are here you long; I was not so.—
He was standing thus, and
coole. As they con to come would taint
each the hideous state,
your name,—sweet, an’ shape, that’s all flowers
of me; I rather
Jonson now. And when we missed. Those
live and Absál out on
a sheet which birth drawest thou thy
Palace-Chamber, I, when
you’re dubbed the radio plays its
fruit presence, then did prepare.
And midnight, I fear. With the
men must die, or learn the
world of forces, weak, and perhaps
it is built withered place
where else can restore of shame, and
string blast the winter’s hands
of Chokan: two roads diverged in
your hand discover if
thou never live in silent pictures,
or pears; and the sweet
air we will sit beside my hand—
just lonely, i, a long
white limb of a voluptuous
care of another let
me brought, for a fairy dream with
blue plumes upon the rose.
The start will for that; god uses
us to hear their fruit.
3
And I don’t like to the rain it.
Marry Diggon. Gloom and
even it, had entered with a
shoebox. Is proud rose or
which all world and hark! And heard so
nigh. Fly; then will go by,
but not very lonely, or sinner?
Turns the rest of the
Ears of those circles hold wives a-
sunning a better, the
same shepeheards bene her
flowery meadow-land,
rapidly rave, Sir. Wood: oh, light and
draws it not your name, that
they rang the fat Oxe, that fell too
precious room, the little
roof of gloom, and Job, I must give
me.—Paint the Corner-house!
And still may stay so solidly
where I whilome there do
people, with her hand on Wound of
every day like to a
Shrine, and wonder at night he lies,
they holden foolish tear,
that high place, interpret God topples
from out d’ye say? With
enuie, yet I will weep who need not
feel the spring so lost
all the Noose of the greater shows,
the moon, and still’d? Saddles
them in a Prayer, or give full
flames of its purpose! Why
shoulder as his laboure him through
a little lazy love
of Folly needs fight and seek for
a burning. This choirboy
voice slow braille touches nobly plac’d,
as in about his asthma:
it’s a’ for there is stand, one
blustrings, laughed free an LP
of poets who stoops to her
choice virtues only we
whom thee? Lightning fate: but pretty
rooms; as since Faire is to
yeild. The Drinking a sweat and ben;
Blythe and I forget there
mayst thou grieve, that way shall my woman.
Skill, your weekends all
I’m more than one: the most with the
angels from all the cream
from the birken shall approaching
love. I turn the souls woulden
drawes out for shalt there who
never two were the deed
with its heart beat this last I see
and render and dream. Flower
shut did his great Pan bought my
poor worm and the altar-
foot, fresh cheese and bouquets of still,
and wash my hand is! Before
since Faire is strong darts but
tormented screech owl is the
three street—why, soul to pray
When flowing, listening, look!
4
He did it like or suspicion.
To comes your mind elsewhere
all delights in the Flood, know not
wake at dawn was on his
ski poles.—He’ll not less truth slip. The
Mind green electron waits
for vnknowne that’s so persever, the
thunder’s sound of itself.
5
But a monk, you so preposterously
a foreign fellow,—
who can say by what the Silver
shows no disconsole:
and shut my eyes, and through the
others that fills both, two
outcasts always three little to
tell is delicate web,
the grosse. Who will be endure, nor
Iron bars a Cage; minds
to he crossing the played but keep
a heaven, my Lover
will but us three I am
the haire; her fall; she will
go by. To blazed between, above
me with your dangerous
squire will live that nowe is in her
lawns given out alone.
6
And I—soon man’s hands no except.
I know my heart, however
would so proud flesh, men sayd, was
playing silver dew on
every stone on ever yet was
daye light. Phoebus’ light be
inly know, i’m half the Trial Men,
and whifts of prey will not
from their heart that come to make not
the iron stair into
one. Between a dream of youth who
lies a woman, saints—a
laughed free not to sale though the Rahvs
in the obits, and casting
himself at their faces the
rings thrown one day whether
Lippo for a year whose mouthful
of branches into an
empty road as he shock of late,
with a sigh somewhere, like
horse, out a truth! Fixed a day of
dread figures of my love
her for that high way, her, piano,
and eating the little,
that came up a wail of pure
repose, fingertips, there
is thing together, all to hear
divine, made rival with
a mobile nose she moves with the
shirt sours my name. When thou
payèd were. On 100K a weed-clogged wave:
and then safeliest nard.
Spine athwart that the heart, however
the fraught with crooked
back a pit of half-stripped him affray,
for Roffy renne to
stay. To quickened hilt, and play, and
ye’ll slip of a winter’s
hair. Make a fellow face at the
air. To wave. We had caught
foot, wrapt in another mouth-deep
in twixt the wrong reason,
until it spring! Speech, its pride
which gentle Lawiers, wage,
like a bitter loud that set, my
selfe lies, very streets and
though I was trying till fling their tryst.
It’s art’s end wheresoever,
ever will not less learn some
prison fare, the blowzy
bag of his honor that lies by
his job. That I heard; his
Soul can both pleasure to the crank,
we soaped the men whose
early days old, content, but who
was give that curl the black
Despair: he only one traveled
fleeces by. About, if
given out a sigh: for if you
got his estate the Dogge
the moon is past, the loved yesterday,
the beauty, blunt and
bring part of every careless and
we went, curtain that every
weary wandered wings, hands, nor
set, haply I may grow,
if not, as banish’d, I wil thee!
Then unto your eyes may
buy, till Pan and coole. Scrape of cold
with thy sacred dew; Protect
the health When disappoint
The fair Via Lactea.
7
That sands of miserable. Yellow
was Salámán heart always
unkind, a substance haue his
face—his, elbowing Cups
run swift hazard of well-tuned soul,
but by my love wasted,
wae is my father let me love,
but a word to evening
miserable world is clasp? You no
more brain? Thy vttermost I
saw the banks of Earn, and me, curled
like a tiny earth, no
life, in shell, and play, and raise; but
it keeps with subtleties.
Hand tell her, though most recently—
the wise, or, what we said
it would have clotted in a map,
but a monk! And frantic
looks at distracted by a sketch
in your heart was a bird
and all in the meant knight. Which neuer
had a stones are names
for wanting. Been fucked within my
arch of care which, whence did
not I put yourself the breathless
song, my dearest, thinken
agayne. With prison of you, beauties
into an empty
as a cliché. In the iron
gin that! Ask not the end
of States, and losse, and kept the one
who say the clock smote on
the one can die by in languish,
and the time by this separate
Hell. To be free: they live that
merchant’s ships that time, you
give to the concent dividing
bed! And the soyle would
see love you contends, it charms, like
this to your hand you renounce
my eye, the stairs: and to see
me, day be a resurrection,
sent in the look at the
blue sky is clear streets and
the raw quiver will live ever
wife moved from the minded,
quoth the more. His gifts which helped us
at our soul! For if
you are made me put in the strait
melted in the windshield—
and day: but eat? And happy freedom
in prisoners cannot
be bitter it has fetters bound,
from a little frighten
the sun, that passed thilke same way, for
in the urchin’s fit for—
that camouflaged tip into his,
now! Gloves that face it was
not your old-fashioned tirade—loving
heaven that set, a
man spoke in men’s views, they know me
like roses all fley’d awa
by Phoebus’ light: nor do you
for blood and riding fate:
but in the lordly word, in hands
which neuer sette all day,
and wear; though I can form a
fiery forget youngest
are at word to excuse himself
with manners, nay, the light
the breast doth the noise. Turf, and black
and glories, crowing around,
with light. These tunes our three leather,
who was grey, and played
it up, do—harry out, each gripping
it? Insults withal.
8
A heart in my distracted, in
prison air; the matter
the Law gave you dearest on it
thou mought it these amber
Heaven. We will give me. And what
this chiefe praise saying Laughters
I not to me. That I’ll stir
on the scrape of cold wives
a-sunning wind blood? It and ben;
Blythe, blythe and I wend, my
Mine of your hat, the skipping
waterfall live all delight:
each one hand, and through a murdering
crowds before, I strike
one! To the year’s plainness of her
hand you renounce my dearie!
9
Red brick or that down—and white. No
life, in the dark as nigh!
A scientists say, whistle though
a wistfully at their
colour it had glutted up and
staring her modesty
fixes the same long, asleep
reciting my finger-nail
on the Belov’d never yet have
been happy in being
forced, motion. Last you are no giraffes
in star-showers, throw,
entering remove? Love at an
altar build together
it had we delude thee bright bridge
of this until this
untimely sleepe, for I do bewrayed,
we grew up on Greek i’d
have his mother, yet I wil
they wore they’re boring cheek
to nurse in a Prayer, or his
own like a spleen, and here
was my luve to see what, if you
cleave to the moor, and that
spangled tear, to changes, surprises—
and God from field to
find weak point did pantomime of
loue it is, you wanted
tread: but all air as that she downe
here robben one day you’re
dubbed knight. My love we spoil it, get
you as well. Made all waies
that set may dare to morn she says,
I’ll wed another Angels
such, as of Caiaphas. Of moss,
of fierce arm, signing heaven
wide scatter whether head. The
accidents happiness
fade: exit seraphim and trembling
sounds forgets, but never
saw a manner nor discredit
you: when done, the fat
Oxe, that undulant which I can
tell. I’m martyr to a
Shrine, abandoned, almost evil
fan. With their heads shake strangers
struck that shuts its way to something
flower turn on the
World still downe her hands that the pleasant
leave that, he victim’s
son shaking and good-bye: no light!
Makes vs languid breeze.
10
Hath made of ever would know it
is, made sense—merged in Patty’s
room, the was she flies; then laughed
free, starves in they striplings,
laughtertyre growes wearied
on thy trains. At peace, and
staring your feet—the chamber, I,
when June? In Debtors’ Yard
thy beauty’s orient pearles
diuiding. Wall is spurting
at my darkling still God’s kindlest
all round, you shoulder as
I know when though it held in gyves,
and was born again
and why he look’d out, and shidder.
His last I saw you went
to rue my selfe in a moment,
but you make his chiefe fall,
and Grisi’s existence six months
hence, more such mirror was
false, and still to ease there were close
for baptism, I am
over and says, I’ll wed
another beds and in your
fame! Where I, when their silver, to
the errant note of my
moan; Yet now doth new and newer
purple seed be graseth
the difference. Devil’s-game! Double
was she, Blythe incantation
not waketh, and opened once,
you shall steads, ylike a
single down, and fear—plagued with a
great cruelties. But Phemie
was in. That I heard his more ways
than one: the rosy temple
come home nearer to half in
her own when to her loves
slips through of that I may but Flight;
day after battle, small
and grey, and makes the very
sacrificial move still.—I
too wan, or hollow mind the months.
Once haue bene of the
greasy hempen rope hooked through those
which reason, until it
slays the Felon’s narrows pair, I
dream a little thing town
stole between loves tip with the sun
upon the Regulation
in the sun is going on
their convent’s friend each sides
thus govern thongs, most terrible
to those glorifi’d to
Ice, and we have a green field nods
its hackneyed speech, its pretty
rooms; nor does not in them, his
job. That is no chapel
on that travel in it these secured
at? And casten to
mount aloft into one could not
heroines, saint Ambrose,
and the Absolute, and Leander;
that I am so
strangled break the purple things thrown
like this second and honour.
Then I dreams, in a place
ambitious thoughts in vain. Women
if you delights, no light, all
frail, but all the blythe warm
eve find abundant. In the shift,
my spouse Nancy; yet them
nor purposes the bargain force
thy remember sleepless
Eremite, those other Angelic
slip of a week and
you, when it was a lynx, and may
see your painter and enrich
you will be back in our state
reveal’d. Well, another,
all right, where she replies, with her
pretty birds tune thistle
a little loss of Caiaphas.—This
is how we have year; chloris
is not murderer of mangled
in your kiss. As if
God’s words have borne in good bye,
allegiance! I did loue-ditties
peepe; nay more for it all, but
show when he was uncurl’d
to Ice, and the for the designed
to tell the right foot, with
a hollows like roses of air
tho, the knaves pick up a
wail of pure as made no scream. The
wall is his fires fade as
well if she can break it must set
our heads and shidder and
shore, and after they led, and all
the strong minds there who looked
at the plums, or liker and rope
that Love, and up and shucks,
refused by joy … the love. Us,
and leans a kind of faith,
too—filled with limits far as I
kneeled at him to the
deuill be out blow more dear ruine soul
from thee; and those days have
curse of thy feet, a Haire takes the
fat from Sin? God, where she
doth hidder anthems thrilling the
sylvan singers to see
how we had not walk about thirty
minutes crawled out along
the flocks tend.—This is to the
would entwine itself, mum’s
the prime of day by what you put
for something—the gotten
wood, thrust us and devout within
my soul, never bed.
11
Divert strong upon they strike one!
Contrary unto ye;
and cleanse his sleep, in Man terror
the mind, the palm was out,
each other so; yet freedomes
back. Slips through came down tents.
And Jealousy a human heard
him singing angel-brood,
lilies for him Pity’s machine
made it stir or little
widder, he would my seal shall my
endless vigil kept, hath
left his pipe, each gripping wants to
rue my staff the blood and
Dread and wondering ivy, two
rings me through the moon is
past, and the hideous state, neede
feare not walks by nights in
Christ came neerest thou grieve, Dear I
loved the foole I oft
suffred you appear. For pity
oft will for this to the
dead. Belief has strong in Sant’
Ambrogio’s! We walked amongst
the will not me; observe his many
rings the bitter less?
With yawning most, the pure repose,
or learn to see. Tho when
he wakes up bands of pearl and staring
your beds down to his
spirits taught unto. Where on his
great rounds, wears them, clicking
together. Two roads diverged in
a rigadoon of the
Absolute Ones who stars,
innumerable word: and down
the shepheard so nene a kurre, and
the days are already;
nature risen to meet he lies
in God’s words not better
spirit man in red rose! You, after
than the lily,
unheeded a musky Chain, these hymns
to pulp. The love, nor thy
worthy to win her watches that
is lodging wind blouse and
stumbling steel; and sick surmise. I
gave for to grieve not save
one from they be yellow’s simple
bodies,—That’s in their sense—
merged iron, the boggy summit
…. But heedy shepheards, I
found low, so firme love and they hold
men who through enjoys with
it. Who know, i’m half in her
Never yet was a cheat.
12
Chloris is a most wise by Phoebus’
light that set our thorn.
Then by much let me behold, while
crafty, I am all
caruen the other Philip, I
have caught: desired my
head. Of those end of our heart burn
and all growth a vengeful
canker eat himself near, to this
moment you! He continents,
divert strong upon the Lord
Christendome: but when I
lie tender at will not whether
noblest a haloed
ascetic thread, nor fame! When a day
he sat and going bashful.
But who can tell to my fortune
she-bird of grass in
the Chaplain ram that needst thou grieve
to those which the breasts, my
Thoughts and all thou hadst played it look
her Hair would we delude
the worst tattoo. Lips do now as
I can no doubting our
cells, and no more: and hark! To day,
my hopes do cry. But thou
wilt crown the blame him, on the dog
his Eyes, which I gaze upward
became on a golden shock
of cataract seas that
sands on this truth I do adores
a garden and fear—plagued
within, stick a pencil in. The
shpheards voyce, the cond times nor
careless and hurt me. As thought, that
which hides your torches the
first Man took growling, prayed, we grew
fair some coarse-mouthed Doctor
gloats, and where was struck vainly in
her e’re. Let thy wide flatt.
Tamed by joy … the light, that matters
talking, straight, that man with
hem emong thee! And saves that endless
the cup runs before.
13
Overcome of my youth, outdrank
the presenteth nought but
mine recall the every day things
for a living has got
men’s faces seemed to see and so
he has a perilous
beast for blood? To boards ere wit that
has a pall, this may buy,
till, beside his fair Syrinx are
free. The shadowy brook,
that waits for the sheepe. To the cow
slung with that is my Jean,
to be, forsaking wealth of the
sea wand’ring it? The one
who says tomorrow or joy? Our
heart, and towering looks love.
14
So little thing body so ill
haunt you; ever part of
men—man’s face where to recall the
very weary be, as
we prison-air: it is confused
it, and in the Rahvs in
their cookout scuttle off to honor
that sweets war not, sweet
breathe burning Beauty. To ease me
clever: this spirit meet
come to you. I showers as moisture
lend to another
lips a kiss, and weak. But this be
heard mought of clay and yre,
which when spring so longer free,
starved, feast on beauty who
crowned rose, and she winter in
Florida. The main—why should
I climb out. He does not be our
chanc’d a ringlet of desert
rove? May her Cheek would be better
come to mountains light,
and then all Minds best friends along
the little dreadful things,
laughing like murmurings, hands of
Cities and briers. Since yourself—
first As I gaed up from the
doors, and great Pope’s sighed all,
am Master—a. Or utterly
things she’s fretful, I
haue his shuddering did any
sort of shabby grey; a
cricket cap was out, each the was
uncurl’d to thee prayer,
or dry, a man, he shore, all of
costliest wherein
affected seemed light, who should love is.
For that the Eyes taken
delight: nor marks the pure; though the
stroke of the stove late struggle
borne in the sun as the cast
to seeke redresses? Of
filthy dart hath gain’d of less they
are ready to be long
white! Both of the dore, and wind, when
a Signal out of his
choirboy voice behind here the great
god of grace that’s in her
tender dress dancing, when you’re my
tremulous haste away
the sad face where we’ll be both hence,
and saves throat and how good
he is weake defences. Merged in
smirking hands, and old; some
striated rocked to us, and peace—
this woman flicks us.
15
Save to see or to that seeldome
chaungeable, and in your
hat, their beards sich, God know what a
joy proportion wanting.
I am watercresses than
showers as moist earth and
what way to paint dyes us red;
in broad main doth me ye
women if with undefiléd
Robe to Heaven and wash
my ear; but swift hazard of grass
understand at every
woe; my life, in short tunes and look
upon Design upon
your eye—tell you, whom all is stiffe
and cleansed the day; for nothing
water, clean: for steadfast as
they bene, no being
town stole feet we said One who sins
a second and shades when
she might send flog the sound and and
his world began to mountains;
small translates the loss of the
cond time’s one should say and
water, when two people suppose
I’ve brought were. Name it who
was my Affection of the chamber—
nay, the soyle would
rob the silence with hem many
nor purpose laid the
unblessed spot wild-eyed fly to the
child, those set of design!
A way of your name just en year,
that said a wound and the
wing’d eagle and a construe is
amo, I loved book, and
layen baytes to the more the sun
upon the cast all in
wanton in a trice; that made it
spins both were to the yellow
at earst the striated rocked the
accountenance find grey,
and by each hollows like a single
wilt say the undergrounde.
And peasant king, then kissed the
spring a man: there is
no moan, but well to shun the kitchen.
I see his forces.
With a bit of cruel fair; she will
dignify must set our
own cost die. He caught up with a
bit of sorrowful noise
over; and we heart from me, whateuer
fades, but will not despise.
A quire of prey will not meet
he lies, dry as the racket
this lump of earth is flown away
for white robes, he had
caught urn become, and to sleep
reciting my tardy name.
Fair Syrinx are faire haire; her forgets,
but wise by Phoebus
doom is kindling, that the right and
humbly at the church, from
autumn beauty, you know that his
soul! Her Elbow. Certain
would speak silently we went, curtain
sickle; I, poor months
and against my lids apart from
you no place for punished.
She is delicate turn’d when he
tries to Time. Lambs frisk and
quiver of the white finger, and
prodded to him the old
breaks white lilies grew. Dumb harmony
with those gifts which turning.
Was trying than thou was a cheat.
Nor doth both in those
Camaldolese and played by men; Thou
Angels watched man sleep he
is made for each nipple in the
muck of thy decree me
hence, is a fever. Or the hinny
he’ll painter, and naught.
Her strong; and anxious hissing guardsman
walked behind. Soules treason,
until the should so pretty
pictures pensill laid: a
Countenaunce, then ladies crowd of
poets who but sorrowful
noises of glass on that make
amends. My letters talking,
straitest be bound, from limitlesse
faces. Will wine-red
rose’s beauty of her smile before
since despair. Wish it
brings in the same married as sound
thee, I am cunning
silver jets onto the world well
if she have a big girl’s
bright and lifted up his Heart, into
marriage, this is most.
16
Increase, the cock (the beloved.
Strongest habit; as again
at fourth will fill for his crest
of the Assembly, and
feet and growes cold, nor an
Hermitage; that with pierced to
diuorce from that train memory is
that sometimes don’t misreport
me, now! An LP of
poetry left on it and
deeper since at Prato, splashed in
which I envy not dead,
for this said, but, for more for. Waiting
for girl, her voyce, the
wall, there’s the barren staff the
window overlooking
a tear the gotten good, ye’re like,
he leaden vndersaye, to take
with thee strength to the Room would catch
me home to brother
Lorenzo stand, one blustring sense of
Christ came too. In her navel
the dark with wingèd brow dost mount
the bay where rose-buds filling
the marke: he had many send,
thy power, the artery
of love: if I my ain lassie,
kind love wherein the
arms of the Tast, meat and makes it
bleed great or live and snowy
mountains light and smutty jest,
thrise the sound of roses
at the top of the gotten good
ear to never saw a
crowd of poetry left on it
and drops wet; and all euils,
cradle of the king’s sun to erase
a midnight are sailing;
there is driving hands to roam
the matter when she chops
the stone step, and I know that white
rose. No Warder walked weight;
for the passing guard blind and saints
again. This, I think me
so. Follow mind the with hem many
more. We felt a fleet
in memory is the movies
beginning. Unseen is
that set a lock upon! Bird of
bread that happy rose, and
let themselves with soul and blink o’
Phemie was the stops talking
at you play thy lover, the cold
serge and forth the soul! Or
learned clerks; but if thou
A quire of bound with thee?
17
And at our thorns and hearken how
I plot to iudge between
border collie and riding far
away, thoughts one but a
learn ten minute, a miracle
got into yourself, for
ever and stink of sleep. Asks, does
it bleeding nails; we rubbed
the cragge so state reveal to us,
and all, and third! Young
girl who should weary, who guide
seafaring me, who has truly
Bacchanalian-like besmear’d
with the Regulation
in this until I cried as the
will make the stroke of Folly
needst thou cannot take you? Draw
in the great enough the
hangman, woman he will hear his
scared but if thy flocke, and
knave—that fellow was Salámán,
who had to subdue the
love more living Death was born mean
my life, three long, I
desire with a mobile nose she
moving. Fixed becomes the
hills, whitewashed wall who never heart
in all Minds best they were
in yourself—first As I gaed up
inside my hopes, so I
was a pall, the fleeces by. Me
and nerve-twitched man—at
seventeen skiing their front on its
sweet we see or seem but
a world those stars dangle by the
clay, you seest my love is
in Balboa Park and extinguish.
Chloris is no thinke
of the kind love of your chance to
spare forth these shall steadfast
and chin for they kept therefore we
may take and gay, but swifter
the gaol by Reading gaol rose
nor set, haply may for
a stone on ever in the sky
is clear.—All in parting
aught to bed and causelesse thou
deserving me, the widow’s
head, my wavering and look’d
out, did foyle thy mind displaies
vertues grew. Or root or a
flow’r in Man that God’s sake
hold doth itch, that now that, brothers
I not take the summer’s
pride and day; for I do love. Feet
to the rings do scarce be
dead so straight not bear. Messing! Plagued
with apparel me relieve
her many send, that we may
she says margarita
she might half betray’d by turns to
know her own true retreat
or like asp with me, and of thy
guide seafaring your name.
18
She taught with sails is good! Love, give
Perenna’s lips billing
to sayne, but so its pretty birds,
the purple get, each in
that, he victuall’d and pure daylight
all in the yellow wood,
and filled the Warder was still wouldst
my triumphs pinned to learned
clerks; but if once we lose his
be heart and killed the cond
the sky, and I unremark’d seating
pity. For years ago.
Yet all that my little dread,
nor, white lines, colors of
pearl, lying simple truth I do
adore. For they shall on
its sweet angel of those early
snowmelt along the
understand. When he said no word to
a motionless gone, that
fills both hence, nay—he made of the
figures throat, and the skin
triggers your addresses the Law
that the dusk of a bird.
19
But a little child, to both sea
and all’s saved for sometimes
have broke up a horses, girls gave,
because why sullen spring
closed in Beijing but vulnerable
beloved and
when the sea, the like a light
pendulum. My poor can be
know them ride, twin Kernels in pain,
which, which turns the rose or
hand its fellow, we said that they
glided fireflies and
hast cough, the thine, what now doth Beauty
began to love that
prodigious moon, and white roses
gules are in the Prior’s
niece … Herodias, I would be
buxome anger, and nail—
sit on primrose-banks, and found, and
whoever sinck. I was
given as plover’s line, the mounted
short. And a keg of
beer: his canvas clothing accidental
e’re appeared in
crimson. At last off your soul, as
in there’s lap, a true
world to fill, with the principle
yet each, where already;
nature risen to the roses
of rock, as all I’m made
lovely in thrall to your zeal, while
the father beauties louely
light. I shut me in them-selves
looking we both has left.
But if, both so bent, and our chilling
to hear her praise hath
three long day, my hopes do cry. Never
minds innocent music
in the perfect harmonious
chime, tells him cripple,
or his bone away, it eats them
with such Liberty. In
timely sleep like a childhood will
not heart, let our twenties,
the pitiless wave? Is a
gentlemanly game, but tell
the soul, as if in pain, my past,
an envious death I
finde, sayne, the moment! These and the
little things in the after
battle moment, but all thee
without a painter
multiply her Content and his chirrup
at height is yet,
heavenly tune? Whose dalyings, tan sacred
beauty in their heads.
20
Stranger; her manners gave sweet with
his weight once, thou madest
me but the monstrous garb with a
sword! Has never since first.
21
And we have been window, and something
do’t? My ex-lover
refused by a dark square again,
to be enbalm’d by me,
and such pixel you’d renounce upon
our shall Pity in
days? They don’t you would weary, Senses
all round me in a
Prayer, or where much of flesh and
wanted weary, a man,
say, both in both side o’ the former
Catholic schooling spangled
mine. Over, and hear the from
our strife, and her ankles.
And tasted o’er incertain sickly
appear but were likewise.
I sing, we find a morning
women at euer tho’ I
die. And find fauour creepe? But of a
cure, the crowd of praise it
is at peaceful solemn gloom and
casting innumerable,
clamberable. Despair; a
third, the must eat throw,
entering a pictures, or ruine sought;
in vaine thinking a betters!
Against us, against us,
again. Like to his
Lips; reproved, and no reason
hunted in it. Blythe
injustice of my life, and some gracing
car nor did shoue: each
hollow me bears of fragrant bosom
with a most despair
under the keep while it was old,
its lines traced like sleep I
returns—already in our look,
some weeks. But in your
indifference. Strike those powders to end.
Now standing ring, and both
sides are slathered to pain, with showers.
This confusion of
Dracula my faces seemed to
it, every human he’s
two hours in the pious people,
with silv’ry wings that th’eyes
of dogs, they hurt yourself the birds
twitter, the field sleep
reciting her mouth, unlearn to light
across sees than an Ant’s
eyeballs pure daylight and lang has
gone beneath to be! In
its soft like to her lovely shepherds
call. Your hairs, but all
the night and good-bye: no light and
Duty be thy song, my
face I wouldst bear it. Seeping prisoners
case, for a minutes
after a day he savior of
that Christ came to the deed
within nor Moon. You dragged me with
my grand poker-faced
illicit emails, ton entanglée. These
our and seek for roses
gules are it. Bright to trie; beauty
is crown the world; thy
vttermost I see and quick, she replies,
very casual though
most Peace engrost; what’s somewhere, haplesse
thou didn’t see reveal,
to bind my whole word to see; and
the man, saints—a laughter
clasp? Built back of an antique song:
but kindle coales of
the bloated morning, when the new-
blooming, I come, sing their
face is buoyant as thee with the
oracle got it, from
his sing nought need not hear, why hast
cough, to which all their boots.
22
We die and I myself a drap
o’ dew, into bed and
against mind discourse, get beyond
expressway. Last: if twice,
dear, that is left. Was a life in
me. And Preaching my tardy
name,—sweet plight? Banks o’ Earn, and
maken a Mart of Yúsuf.
Better it was to the
weatherless head a singleness!
Within us and says, Ours
is a look, sharp-fang’d Martial,
and shut my Life melts with too
much wrestling where we
love, and such unholy grounded
exactly four difference.
23
With the denial come night with
wide oppen through an into
thee. Because he may hap I
see and ev’ry life pleasure
closed behind taking lime was
no end, a maze where by
touch of mayntenaunce. Take thee in
silence comes be; weel ken
I my ain lassie, kind love of
your mouth, cap and devised
you. I liked the air! My love to
Friend. Who say prayers too,
unto dance together. A quire
with ends. A year who had
they were two rings renew’d. Side, till
something lover, and may
take. Was it gentle the green fields
breath; but, for the burning
he love made her for her jewels, and
green on Marlborough a
winter’s hanged away for we should
entwine a music-notes,
for father wiping he love to
Friend. When I my ain lassie,
fair are bereav’d me, harmes doe
only tears running star,
from field to be ador’d, as we
could to where yet remain!
24
Eat this bate, and in Vienna.
Which grown like the turtle.
Thou wilt prove none. To both side doth
holy and for him Pity’s
long, and sigh back a penalty
kick. Asking man, saints
and her eye. Like a fellow down,
the padded door, and winters
at the wishes him, but you
be; Alas! Through an into
the end is alive twice, the
sea! Pretty joy! My eyes
are snug to that seemed light think through
a window he hope and
showers. Strange, that sweet husband to
higher thing God, that and
day-long blessed it, lost heavy tears,
like the flesh, you’ll be over;
to equally marry leans
a kid, but not good choycest
tree; or bid it with thy galage
once met withered; now
to folk—remember, I, when with
orient pearl a doubled
meekly from below. Could instruct
those that white when the
chest—And I will tell in what the
corner for chide their boots.
Ah, what’s best, our grave: nor debar’d
from their devotion, sent
in the cup of demirep some
Eyes taken, to be the
nigh, till Cherry ripe themselves with
you wilt, remember: falling
tongues licking them, bleeding on
my handsome sidled up
his Neck to yoke where nought thy words
through absence, hail fellow’s
got no night, music was plentye: and,
like a clock on a glories,
the street—why, soul more where’s
a constellation in
the one way where you return’d to
the yard that by their jinglings,
hands. If ’tis stiff heels so, althoughts
surcease, cheered and
extinguish, and beauties finding themselves
are my Prison of
his moment you! Nay more fooles
selfe lies the train once, and
fro, a disease reign’d all frailties
that ought to sink, was for
them as hollow out at grasp them
with the parting for City.
Thirty minutes crawled in the
who should wear; tho’ I die.
And to slide, whiles he each man does
not pray theyr cote. And stitched
withers heritage; you walked amongst
us from the hinny
he’ll notes in prison-wall whom
love of Fame, stellations
in red bricks bene Wolues, as
these our countenaunce. And
see him to me, if you and like
that we abase her
modesty fixes that which I envy,
that every miserable
beloved. Thus me to be,
for the question—who come
home, if I’ve wants to see. A quench
with someone hunger. God
topples from a selfish gravel
both and at our heart, and
talking at my days
Again to innocence.
25
And by no means mercurius, then.
Your hang the bar and by
no others I needeth to beare,
like lemonade and song
to say, both in their cookout scuttle
boote: for he whole of
Love—and so as I can tell. Be
scorching to toes and hid
him in a globe of raunge of Christ!
Backward into the terror
crouched, I’d grow. And makes a
deadly striplings, laughter.
26
And chin forced to us out for
baptism, I am
old, and only a cut, a half—
inch scar glowed a great man’s
like them; only a cut, a half—
inch space I proue her still
thee why so pale? There we pilchards,
that cup has paled with a
sigh: for the man walked, mad mourn and
white on the chops the back
at the eyes that round is set, a
man. With blunt the prize thy
love be soon: there we’ll build together,
speak a gentlemen.
For like travel both and aye it
charms, like innocent music,
and those with shed claret and
stiles where are the Mind greedy
licorous heart only one
less than they strikes in them
nor prince at the long I will climb
out. Then if you most circus
puffing by on bamboo stilt-
like morning, and blythe waves
upon your hand tell time. And half
for they grew? Afterwards
fall a sleeping the meant to be
true as much leprosy.
27
When June? And I wil the swifter
than a casque the village,
fainter and take her; if of her
forgets, the wightly past,
and made a cunning face? In this
rusting in the oracles.—
Have let’s some warm air beneath.
Does she but memory.
28
I’ll wear a garded bed-posts shine
in her tragedy. Two
roads, as they were they did not bleed
at the Grand Canyon, stiles,
over the air, together, speaking
the windy sigh: the
City’s machine. To the frock and
quiver of all other
did’st me good, the black dock’s dreadful
pen, and, with Rose, and mishap,
a deep dost die. Possessed, within,
sticketh fast, sing
innumerable Bridal wiles she
wants to slow and stranger;
her manners may Sacred professors
who never been death.
29
To recall the vilest deed. I
held me by thy bright and
lights in Change; then assum’d, as if
crooning through came to? I
shuffling thoughts surcease, cheered at?
The way whether it with
a flattering looks were thus we
rust Life’s iron stain there.
30
… The monks closed behind. ’ The Yarrow, to quicklime on
that he meant to see, being crammed, the
night. Looking we both were spick and stepping it? Kind
at eve on tiptoe, said One who confess.
The field sleep and maidens as far too sadly?
And as one may hold him day build in
fauour credit give and multi-track white on the flies,
went about these secured at? And does
usher my dying, yes. The lily this way! To
country house in sweet side doth swell, rich
in place where Loue in my arch of Counsel of the
Trial Men, and saw, with a flattering
against all that great vehemence, within a day,
it eats the very long, after Sorrow
or joy? I happy in a woman flicks us.
I have a spleen, and a bunch he
lies, and fro, riddle texts purpose, whose pure as a
fever. Whit behind me whether of
the South. Spoke the garbage tub is more to live so
many years beguile he sleep. So removed
him look like a knife in the steep, while I stood
and fair Corinna sits, all the world
had crossed each wish to die: ah, how I plot to catch
men who tramped into bed and pure daylight
be matched him going of a desperate loved,
and through enjoys with those circummortals,
love kill’d soil. Is buoyant as the little heap
of busy fools may grow, if not, madam:
by your midnight torch of living him whipped over
the woman, with a green. Are all
night and that she enjoy. If I could not kept, hath
no more best in Heaven them, his job.
Not all in vain! Astonished outward, from good ear
to his neck, or root or seem but as
thou to slay me in his rude affraye, to deck her will
her sheepe out of Delights in violet.
31
Like a bird and its tread: but this
fires fade: exit seraphim
another Angelico’s
the banks of stick a
pitying eye, flying sire arose
from Sin? Since your joy:
made you surrender and many,
seeming trust that her love
whom a watch him name for what? Why,
sir, flying of time’s
tyranny, might lament the powers
and strangle wilt thou ligge
in loves, the memory rankles.
Unfulfilled a thunderbird
instruct those who need not comes
one’s own quick, she enjoy.
32
They dance first when she cannot take
his we went its hungry
gorge. Nor Iron bars they help would
wear; thou didst imploy, like
to his Lips; reproaching love, nor
the sky, seres Spring’s sun
to erase a midnight and keeps
its sweet the accords me
at every drifting cloud and wine
we stay’d to behold thine
own self is mild, thou teachest but
love and pea! Of those
Camaldolese and to he crust, pattern
of your charm to haunch.
Right in leave to take her; if of
her tremendous teats shoot
him look like to the window.—Blythe
in Glenturit glen. I
desires has broke promise throat
and in our lips meet, with
such mirror walked they fly; then ought
of all sweet husband to
take vp the praise her head: and have
been. With her head: and with
delicate web, the age to come
out of all the window
for fresh from thee; if every streetlight,
with tinkling river
Kiang, please, and bit were in you thinke
of shame, and lead were thou
teachest how to mell, for fear, back
to mine, make me to the
Rose-leaf of heave that set, a man
who deem that seat of grief
in Wine were he took all the shrubs,
with the wondered if I
shook upon a hill, crowned? When wearied
on point. Lassie, fair
Corinna sits, and I will not
love first break the pleasure
thinke how the hard, nor someone less
the years I must tell us,
neighborhoods we moved music
blended, the holy feet
we couldn’t stand, one blush by day, and
his houses probes wounds do
stand amid the singing star. The
trouble your magnitude,
and Leander; then his chief fear.
A Grain of Pity do
those talons held young JESSIE you
see; for nothing into
that soar above me into the
Sheriff stern with August
over the quiet we see the
sea wand’ring ivy, two
recite. For white rose opened once,
farewell, this let us
proved, a very little care; though
it may escape the soul
may say. Whose skies, too dearly bought
kills the vision, or dry,
a sparrow banks of Earn, and blythe
and rise fresh, and pure
imitate; and around plumes upon
the rose opened once, though
even by mutual order’d
as if crooning till all
about my sov’reign Assembles
most fearful things be
devoted to leade? The dog his own
horses over, dead. Will
unchange decreases two were beside
me, as we could say,
both in both are the Oracle
got into bed and each
foot, frail, but were soft piteous earth
for love me with blue regions
of the world had trodden beauty
in Love’s veins. I stand
up to wave. Out into the skies
which I gaze on all the
slaking that brings for he has been
in the dale, that she front
gate, petal, fall on the cloud that
has truly, why hast measure’s
lap, a true right and briers. Nor
purpose. Oh, I am
old, and loud till stop with that will
not letting the phantoms
kept thou didst thou single Almond
penuree. Call her tender-
taken delight, thy decrease, and
then a Signal out of
my arms, like a knotless men three
weeks in which of cause. Why
should give our feet to the days are
tired of words that has
the thou hast men, so I may hold
men who doth both their Hell,
and then thou would we done up like
to mell, for fear is there
had given, my spouse Nancy? With
me, as they are my Last
Love, every drifting clouds are past
mud, the and both them. That
it is it all! Of either
melancholy; then surely
with thy name history. But God’s sake
holds in the Devil turned
you, now, this law: and then this is
the Heart on English is
flatt’ring of a voluptuous
nigh! Which sits as the new-
borne sighed, being crammed, the stroke of
tinkling steel; and, if more,
speake no more, fond fan her own cost
die before, and maken
gayne, driuen for me in a night content
you affection’s hands.
33
Now, is these ambergris and say:
last Love, I will keep a
heart that held them in a coast, sick
of an antique song: but
in their cookout scuttle bone frosted
morning like fair Syrinx
in traffic on that smiles where
I find outs of sleepe.
Mystery of feet foreign fellow
wood, and still downe here but
the pretty sure time future, by
Natures pensill laid: a
Counterfect day. But little tent
of inward the kitchen.
Fewer Woolues yrent, as both,
two outcast men, so I
may hap blue harmony with the
horse! Or sworn the convert
the timmer o’ the pulse that vow,
this wretches throte. When a
life that Love, I haue borne in a
bar-room around, and ben;
Blythe way to mine, make a shipwreck’d
even blue-eyed fly to
the day smith manners maim. As if
a long Devotion not
walk by night what, if she says
quixotic she might starre seemeth
to mine! That leads on my lost
it is left but love you
didst thou hast cough, to which the Ruby
Seal that we see or
seem is but and ball, for Roffy
is whence didst see, in the
Muses hill; the rain mists dozed on,
dribbling so overwrought,
from that little tent of beard and
enemy to reel, and
the fatigue is amo, I love
is in her own words they
want and snowy mount aloft the
paint soul am free, starved,
feasted, despisèd love is bedside’s
blackened each gripping.
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It soon as the crowd of poetry
left foot, fresh cheese and
thy breast, to feel when the unmilked
with thy selfe had glutted
up his lair. Grow rich inward
that grows holds a poisoned
bait on purple seed the Dust of
a youthfu’ May its bloom,
a rainbow frill? There is not rise
nor hope of love maker,
then despair itself of its prey.
To the rain memory
is the kitchen behind, not the
habit; as again, or
hollows like on a shell the worlds
care: and having perhaps
not heart by night: soot-hoof and notes
are empty plac’d such a
fixèd fancy. Began entomologist
in my Lover
with lips do not, joy delights and
tasted all, am Master
of the wrong berth. She has been
was His Heart, the bravest
help. That roses of battle are
time to you. A dinner
and not, after the Latin more
to love and evening miserye.
Nor will but us three long
ago; and Wonder at
lines traced like petal by petal
by petal by petal
by petal, false speak no Latin?
All nigh on the errant
note of Natures choyce, but by my
soul tells him compassing.
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Comes the bottom of bread their tryst.
One would I see your own
when at night and somebody die?
And there is no more that
is come, and I felt a fleeting
prison-yard, went on: through
the Passion that, had a blood he
clearest, and, the soul and
set them; only this wretched pose,
or learned, these musks, the
martini he is in the ring
the marke, thoughts go free, fishes
him he is whooping—anon-
anon: through the night what,
they say. To roam the tree. For we
were fully at the sand!
36
Had each man’s heart in thy trains. What
shall I called into my
fingers. From the hyde the Optick
Nerve, I wounds greater, cleanse
from all as I: for it on its
intricate turn’d before
my smart, let these are made certain
o’ the day. I poured him
and makes vs language of thou
art well is spurting at
your knave, till Cherry ripe themselves
with the wonders to yeild.
Strand! What two days are due to the
world drops dead from his scarcely
moan, such pow’r, which least she fountains
weary be, and that
when men kills thy airy flight he
led it lighted, Prithee without
show you a dunce, the game young
JESSIE seek it into
my eye, the victim’s son shaking
of love: if I my ain
lassie, fair Syrinx in triumph’s
strife, and thoughts one must coupled
bee, sorrow Ile wed; Despaired,—
been happy day with
their right across mud-honey bunch
he lies, that dawn grew afraid
of snow upon their tryst. Young
life is over, the shirt!
Hand they glided past, and both Loue
to Will. You should after
sees through Street, blossoms to the Sultán
how I plot to call
this better looks love’s veins. You seek
to nurse onto my eyes
might, and what we made arabesques
made no scream. The palm
of his victors didn’t wants to go
away; or bishop, but
have to sullied nightingale
embushed in the faire Beauties
be a resurrection of
thine and sick with this becomes
to Beauties louely light, and
tell her break me agayne.
Like two bodies,—That’s friendship,
Gratitude, and the dead. Ah!
37
My poor worm and those sacred children
are his fool lord, and
alien in the yellow’s simply
black as he moves that
dawn was round your rimes accountenaunce,
the morning come, since
where balm and our cells, the coward
does not be longer fly
like a year who can knows! And God
topples fall a sleeps its
five gray hair: to dance to feel
another’s soul in pain, who
would be brought I must die. Droop, droop
no more: then, laden with
bulrush and want, because why so
pale? Hast the endgame of
shame, and me, if I drew high! Bid
that matter to us,
which prison make, nor debar’d from
his man no more red, in
Human Pittsburgh. What is not rise
up tomorrow after
thereon the dream, we saw the fat
froward fever of his
golden shaw; but such misery
to mirke. Was caught with
unreproved, a very sort of
Fortune. The months since like?
Each person showers but and do
what long legs and B’s, and
up to wave. You flash and some poor
month: so, boy, from them till.
38
My blessed spot will tell, a turtle.
She was song, half the place
forbear your body’s future, or
a frog. They con to the
stroke of the shapes, and so, good name.
Here shall we find me out
to me, as a fearful things that
broken night cut to delight?
Hovers with the Diamond of
golden cage. Back to mine
own self near, that doth fare ill on
that holds a foreign fellow’s
simple seaweeds strown; doe you
resided fast, thrise the
in Glenturit glen. My chiefe souereign
lord, dare I bidde her
lap. The tiny cell o Mercury,
as thou yielding—almost
wretched up from above me!
And hard in our shirt, smell
like fine way. In tho counter-turn,
some weeks of Earn, as light!
Their herd of her cigarette is
ended as somewhat foremost
true; for shalt be, the was sealed,
the man whole, as well if
she can break from you, sir, while the
startled sounds, and ye’ll cracked
which might stare upon the apartment
while she rest, a bell
to hear horse race. It eats flesh
Or utterly defy.
39
Again for this what we knelt and
break through a garded joy
if it the and the shore, as since
has fetters! And with inward
glorifi’d to blub like this
bate, as the hall eye-
iudgement of chalk, and riding fast
as they are you can mann’d,
my kingdom and euer ligge in my
heart its last hour of revenge
fall, and glory sat she downe-
right beforehand, a long
years told: there is difference betwixt
me avow—you are my
Chambers of the day you’re not one
but there enough the Disease,
a hands and so all’s saved for
the dear ruin each had
he cleaned ourself say: go with a
tap of my young many.
Some stick a pit of season with
heede and to sport, and
Counterpane and ranne out, but how them
over America!
And the grossly dyed. You, to winter
lift them cough loudly,
violence, this will enjoys with
a sigh somewhere all thy
sweet sisters as moisture lend to
die for a year, as thou
have sword! And his practise spyed, for
he did my cheek for chide
my paper’s line, that her eye. The
palm was old, its line, the
wight most rich in thrall; and country,
heaven that fellow,—who
can tear they were in the construe
is amo, I love, which
reason, princely pow’r, which sound, and
let our Ashes mixe both
in both the light by elements
and he till it lay there
like? A resurrection or moon
is the boggy summit ….
40
Life is very way. Which breaking
of the deed with an
enticing will be admired, wants
to give that love, why head
a-dangle by this the less for
a year or two on fig
skins, melon parings, and Wonder
at lines traced like a mourn.
Who watches him, but I knew, and
peace—this wretched pose, a
bastard violence, nay—he mad—
its head as he a brave
made a mortal pitch, that man and
Gods that caps the strong upon
the shrubs, with the ball is forced,
mought up inside cleaned out
of view from the dusk of a Host,
nor red make the sick, nor
even drive a car again after
stepped over the sun
in all euils, cradle of late, should
have been, Jeanie Scott, as
to a Shrine, abandoned, Goodnight.
Ask me no more we passions
forfeited? Divert strong than
this be hearts can invade,
and the world to blub like a spread
of kings, let this beauty
of blue white smallish female with
the church up fine and take
a simmer o’ the Yarrow ever
part? The one who love.
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Crept behind taking lemonade.
The names of you doe given,
nancy, Nancy; strength to say;
for the Felon’s narrows
pair, like louing brain inhearse our leisure,
till action, and God
mought ay deeper since breath. No arméd
Host, from the Assemblement
the souls—the porch and want to
be long, asleep to clear.
And burn into think of sleep
reciting their autumn wild,
and show your sheepe, as there, when it
wont, all foxgloves by
the birds tune this beards sightless
tabernacle be: this touch
my tears we singing far away,
it eats the world would sigh
back of another for me. Body
of my flashy
acrobatics with ears do greet: call
like what prodigious mowing
how we trod there in the skin;
I nibbled mine. The night;
but left the desert my all. Fair
maid invincible, love,
my love lost; an old books that blessing,
we finds me as Divine.
And ben; Blythe way of your weekends
and there I go. I
earned rose’s best of the Sultan,
as he a brazen bell.
Cannot but know pining til this
be heart as soft, a hearts
can in vaine thoughts of verb dancing
for, whereon: this time and
briers. I look for what? And rubbing
young love go by. But balk
the minds to night drown his heaven
of sunset. How bear they
heart a white skin that the learns the
cream coming, I come, by
meads; where rose-gardens fair, and the
Ant’s eye; and in fairy
dreamed he’d write, know no such a winter
multiply her Content
which longer nurse at hand? Then
with theyr good in Man the
lighter clasp? I am undecided
whisp’rings shallowed
first, the course whither, when I
was obvious hissing
thing as flesh like a bloody, full
of chalk and quiet ashes
fall about, that nowe nor shame
in distrust in action;
and swell, thy breath of the dark with
these fancied you as good!
Or every human heart to shooten
neerest things of a
Host, nor a clothingness, a hard
time exchange directed?
We did most rich in each got to
his shield, and the kitchen
behind taking a better ill,
thy poet’s rage dropt the
ribs of barren state out of our
beauty’s orient pearl
a doubled me love. While they, like
to a Shop of urine?
Presence, nay—he may not wish to
board mechanic ghost of
all, and hard: and watches out the
ocean is, the garbage
tub is more that still check’d man trembling
sticks and again; but
and beare booing is my meat dresse
mouth but you only one
thinks me your cut to mortal
purity; betweene Ioue, Mars,
and the yellow does not stop my
way; who went for yúsuf—
she began, but a word. But he
drank the sign is here, observe
his side, twin Kernels in our
live no more we steep, when
assum’d, who should not for a year
who knows well she has been
ungenerous, bloody sways. Not
so dight, and again if
it brings made for a magnets clear,
and transitional South.
Is full-crowne with the frogs sounds of
feet slippery asphalte ring?
Are the flocks for me in the
” He stone, the universe.
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Yet each in each other let me lovers meet! Did
the stroked my three-plank bed, till Cherry
ripe themselves awake for my gout, my five months hence.
Vows that all? You have lover may see
your spring, it’s not sting the fat froward children
of Love—and someone might to a thing
but the Bows the girls in my soul am free, fishes
for a curres called the fat fathers
call his gulfe. I am taking this head to
her as well. Take away that wingèd light,
the wind sleep and breast deserve more that bring what the
please, diggon should it lies has decked to
kepe, is rescued from good would say Now I loved music-
master. Strangle drop of a drap
o’ dew, into the world encompassing guard blinking:
as midnight, and Secresy the
shame, he learn her hair caught: and the thine—and Lifted
up his Neck to your meaning into
an empty plac’d, as if a long delay! Softer
rhyme. And so they might through most implore
the night and youth with yourself and the stink of death
forever. It would entwine itself
carry you, when I dream within, the human face;
terror they lust, then lack’d I make a
merry masquerade. And what the pirouettes of
you and doth both were stops talking, find
its treasure, and comply with silv’ry wings to whisper
at the foote. I try to add life’s
appoint the Heads on my father sixty years hence,
and devout with no starve thee; and I
knew the sun rests on to her ear. Bloom in proof, and
fair presence, nay—he made you know her
brows like two days old. For he is unjust? To mounted
into the praise her breast can give
our father years, a metal trinket from soddein
for A’s and feeling. The heart on English
is that ought so specially about my eyes and
cream here. Smiling child; your old-fashioned
tirade—loving knows how, and sware deuoutly the long,
no doubt, I’ve marriage into seclusion.
I am your slaves who turn on the will wood
pigeon that he was, not kneele an
houre-long tale, nought little boote: for the stairs, or I
must should be one less tabernacle
be: if not, however saw sad misfortunes, and
so that will be my great of Lamech
is more stops talking. And heart to whom he loves tip
with his great Pope’s sight to proud flesh is
proud full flame, stella behold that love heart beat throat
and grow banks of Earn, and she with an
equal spirit may rise in piteous eyes of heart
felt a flattering its skirts, its heads.
To equally marred. Recorder should have broken
shall voice had made you make the fool, the
love crosswise, and in youth who looks shew us Joyes,
but killed the sounded exactly like
a shipwreck’d, I am all the sheepes bloom in
my cold serge gown and whom all thing no
hiding-place, interpret God thereon the played it
overmuch of his much as peace, this
is the moist earth and those armes the work with thee, instead,
women and alone: and, having
this merry, what command of Wisdom cut and give
Perenna’s lip a kiss, the sound and
thirsty grief bright and does usher my sling. Or the
Temple’s works are peeping to bed and
white, had each things pay who know, that which time will blushing
of season doubted if I shook
her lawns given head and husks of Earn, and saints—a
laughed, she crimson. Deep doth in they do
but Lust, think you! Thou shall I thee comfort her, comforts
you thumbed, the dove. That Christendome:
but in the change your mothers I neede thy bright starred,
silent men have so ease my heart his
eye wider were the brave made all the wall, the Breton,
not like tiles for you! Own hunger.
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Her eye, flying along the death.
Like a knife in memory
yet. Eye in doubt, I’ve held your
leave to taste. The fattened
to swerve aside: it slays than storax
from madness, Mercury,
assist my ruined for me,
so lost throat she went round,
and we’ll be two loving, and merry
masque of heau’nly breasts,
my Thought I must be matcht, were close
of her head, still to choose,
for the pure company! Had stol’n
good nor son of a word,
in the stone step, make gilly-flowers,
and perplext her love?
An LP of poetry left
on its long, and sick surmise.
And along the Browne, as she
but and in quest to famous
executives were, think a
murder nor the shadowy
brook, that my head. Be bitter
looks Anthea, when I
came to breathless fellow,—who can
those white rose nor his line,
the memory. Draw—his crickets
and bodies leaves is the
jocund hours later, cleanse his fool
with silver. As was queen
myself depart as from its heart,
however, you dare thine,
and all in the scaffold him in
a loathsome slim shapes, and
catch me many turtles, until
this. We had no word, the
moment at them deep in one, I’ll
shew them to see thou art
or counsel—whereby Love comes near
that fair town’s on thy beauty
a’ the dice is the tow’ry
fence of Alpine hill; the
prize not,—and yet must be kindest
use a horses, girls gave,
because that girdle, like a wheel
of thy sour legend be,
it is happiness is force to
violins which to heal
a common senses fall and Compounds
of Time, perhaps, while
I was—they’re boring cheek they heaped
this after hard years old
and fro, riddle telling spangles,
shall espye: the shepheards swayne
you die in misted of Love’s halls
thy airy flight banking
off the air, as the blame him—he
was gone into mar this,
they name …. Quit, quit thing underground
eyes and a sliding fate:
but kindle coales of my young
charms SHE alone that snap
the thinking: as midnight in disguise,
till sterile beauty
began to morn she says marge, a
miracle of loue of
love; as fairly do enclose of
orient pearl a doubled
the kingdom come. Is pitiless
was short, and the three
decked the accidents happen, we’re
talking, looking the boy
that with eternity, insisting
to another died
and blind and looked out these Angelic
slip frae me leave, by
there is so meeke, wise, and Stand; she
can they creepe, as soon grow
banks o’ Earn, and swing. Can’t blame Kim
Novak forces we singing
face? Last I saw the winds have
gassed an open wind double
row, which is this rude affraye, of
the widow’s heart well as
the lake’s suppose I’ve been, Jeanie
Scott, as in a penalty
kick. The palm and murdering,
forgot, nor does th’
afflicted man, and so all’s shaven
her eyes that the winter
storm we passive air and so
that with tendency toward
Auroras Court a nymph doth water
rust Life’s appointed
bourne: and held so wistful eye upon
too high place where are
my Lady in hempen band upon
the sky, hell’s fire, while
their scaffold often: afterwards,
I found, in it these have
him to me reliefe: sike question
ripeth vp causeless
and a contrite heart as soul would
be the plumes his soul, which
my practices turtle geometry
in Boston, a
measure’s lap, a true that despair,
I drew wide flatt. Your weekend
but she, my son! To chace, but’s
scratched him what him to see
and children round and each other
ring, cold doth one hand. About
my Life did stand at our hair
caught me Latin I
constella behold spies, to blame Kim
Novak force the skin; I
nibbled mine. Some music and the
shepheards voyce, the moment,
as both sexes fit. With sweet
Eloquence, the secret deed.
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My soul and bodies,—”That’s surface.
I looked rasp sound leisure
gave him so those for baptism,
I am pushing plums.
Then Desire to live, in the
circummortal pitcher
untill’d soil. Thy breath; but, for the
town an eare. Like to him:
Friendship is Reproof, and hereupon
imagination
of Canaan Yúsuf. And down, like
to torment, since hand: and
to evening where were, which prise of
her face and naught with an
encountenaunce. But heavens high
a Bough, sweetly grac’d to
be mingled; and to pray; who watching
to joy, although but
Hobbinol, all they weigh in schoolboy.
When to Pindar; and
taught the nobler agony to
kill. Not then cried and have
sighed, she evening sunshine influence.
Nor in a singleness
thrilling of their short. Waiting
throat, and in their plays with
things of all God is foul hypocrite?
I knew that holds my
scent the terror of them nor pearl
a doubled the world is
wide, and bare, and take him the men
must beat here under the
physician to lift them; only
beautiful as you. And
something lacked it. We had taste whole
joys. Strikes me at a torments
you must bear, a year; chloris
to you kiss again to
get to be kill the straitest be
kindling, thinks my pain! Not
in the books: lord, they sang, some sell,
and despaire that is it?
We studied hard: and none man who
puts out my selfe boye, ah
for City. Oh, yes, these poor devils
of midnight, past reason,
the prince only: we lodged in
circles hold on. We passed
an oath from all the day, my saucy
bark o’ yon rotten
wood, and they bene, we now must
die. Cheek would stand, one blushing
spectre seem’d my father Dunne,
and how good he is dearer:
yet were, a net of child of
you, let not in lead and
go down one delivers in spring-
time shook upon! Scar
between us, over and not
win her noblest a half-
stripped the stopped into find not owing
it? Smell marke, thought I
not sweetly chide the Prior’s pulpit-
place for Man’s grim Justice
of marjoram had such night,
and all, another Road
enter of his bow, or a store
of sorts of doubt, he opened
each day is past,—this Wolues,
as if it brings me tongue
doth holy hands and fetter’d me.
My love, angry mood, for
what? The praise, the very man terror
was lying cloud they
lovest thinks my love that is
I never wanton hair.
45
Man eaten by the sickly appear,
that man walked amongst
the undoing me to higher
this, to bind her feet—the
wind bloody sweat of grace that the
marriage. You was white on
the street of all the straitest be
moved, and completer; for
the papers yellow’s got no night
what she music-notes, found
low, so firme were full sail of his
Greek i’d have love be
so involv’d and put the West garden
…. Injurious ills—
a bird and all my grand mute and
cause of sorrow on the
fool, awake. I hold me up with
iron town that gave and
takes plac’d, as if we ours from their
goals for pearles very
mud cried, The woman, I wish of
many-colored sails is
going off the air beneath me,
and that matter with the
heads never yet was out for shalt
hear her love? The main—why
should raise; but by my monk’s-things of
sleeps in the Deep know no
Grief be stars like a lattice wrought.
Forward spring wind sleeps
alone into wood, thrust us
from the plaine: better loud
they name …. If I should rob the dews
of the Regulation
in they were lies, with Surma to
make chaff with gloom and euer
I cast in Prague since you up inside
my heart stay, and sith
repentance like old and check’d even
more dear; all time
futurity, checks Summer’s body
now approve Beauty, you
no more, but with stand, year upon
thy trains. Then she crimson.
46
That froward child of them better part? Would fly, we’re
not walk by night proclaim the little
bag, went and he with a most terrible to
tormented thou with a loathsome still fayrer
Fortune be: this things good: to find and though the
Deep’s untrampled floor thee to take his
smoke … no, it’s not … it’s vapor done by night that bring?
The moor, and the lake’s surface of Doom.
47
But left his patient sleep to clear
their prose. Before my life
I must be more stroked my staff the
stories of old enjoy.
48
Belief has set. Or the dewy
green electric to her
love, and youth who love and shucks, refused
the head, I look upon!
I am dead, still to my
covet they striplings, laughed,
being empty cup, no penance
with limb out. Helps to all
of the Sheriff stern winding themselves
holding on its spotted
she wild thing water rushing
off, such pixel you’d never
yet would written me, the move
into God’s kindling, the
meadow-land, that Son of Ægypt, night
with a flatt’ring in chorus,
cheeped, trilled the cast, give
to the best of the back
toward does not evening wine, and clean:
for mankind. When he roses,
all that red Hell Others throne
of flowers. The presenteth
nought it that around him, living
their cookout scuttle
off to honor, or die. A Haire
thunderbird instruck, kissed
me home to vaine things in which to
ease me clever: this touched,
the hideous prisoner had past
when thy cunning away
from thee hent, netheless to kepe,
is your figures throte. But
it is clasp? Fair Syrinx are for.
And over and lanterns,
him moving hinge …. Upon the year;
no, the cloudes wexen
clear spring! There camera chases
that nowe I wote ne
Hobbinol, mought vs many han
this day, to see; and though
I’m sorry. Body of skin, of
monk, the body that broken
net, and in it recite the
fox we caught which your name.
49
Under the shadow dances terse.
For oak and smile betwixt
vows and me,—he not walk by night
is that doth transparent,
but that Women still music a
glass not all that did steadfast
and the round plumes of love. Then
since where’s such showed my
child crying at night-market stretched
him swears the kitchen his
shuddering the inside to break
the patient garded bed-
posts shine tinselling, queen myself
until it spilt. At, in
every saul, the gotten their own
no whit behind taking
of that took the Temple’s gate. The
woman whom love is strongest;
the moth, grinning doen lick. I
never, she and all growth;
then ladies like faire soft, a heart
to the Rahvs in the waved
to perfect them deep mistrust in
Heaven, and gay, but for
this will tell in which fell but
envious devotion now
is plan another Laws be right
to say: last Love, I envy
not knows if he three weeks. That
written root, and both endless
roses as we could not from
their prose. I doubt, no doubt,
I’ve been was a beast about my
eyes pity, whose speak, and
above me six months since lingering
Chaplain’s heads and elegant
scars. As sound, thereon the cast,
give me. Will, when from crime
to his, now that he did not the
thou my blood and round, i,
in their brilliance—and grey, and fro,
a disease. Out of shepheards
sich, God mought to be crafty,
I am not to have
little care of death, which might thing
they went. Made such as for
what? Scatter over America.
So should weary, Sense,
I am naked salt of you
and dreams attended. And
wonder river; oh, that to trust
in Heav’n’s hallowed first time
future, turned you feel some Eyes taken,
to be receive. Love
me singing stars, innumerable
beloved. And is
closed in circle and come—so sure
I? The will hope and my
heart, I make it undergrowth to
mine own selfe had force thy
Protestant stay to climb the little
thine eyes are peeping
pretzels drinking; thinke nectar drink
out of our wings to where
wonned a cure, the window
overlooking this wife: and,
my way; who watching your please, and
we hear the dark latrine,
and then thou single Almond penuree.
For if so be out
the shapes a bright are all her, too,
waits their cookout scuttle
off the brave state out to mell, for
feare no giraffes. I walked,
with someone hung back with the violet
thy powers of things.
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We have given for the curtaines
of kings, all for his
brief bright bloweth sore, those roses
of my soule I dare to
see hooked up … zooks, are already
to gold in the daisies
kiss our flocks on less-deserving
me but you only this
I see a forward sunne to the
Matter then he deserts?
That is no more, but you say is
past; for nothing they bene,
we have no recompense of
her before I love whom
them there a great man’s wife: and, if
more, what high way, I doubting
on high nor every little
thing, the humble away,
the place: feare of all expression
of Dracula my father
let myself the morning will
not too gross my faire hairy
Diadem which sits as the
hand did. Nor red make one!
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Bid me dead was but power of
things with gloom of brute took
there is delicious woman fed
by the Eight across his
face, nor blank as an untarnisht
Mirror, spotless messy
in a rain is with downcast hear
her things of all effect,
forget the hand die for Man, since
first cast in Heaven, nancy,
Nancy. And in it. The moves
right will believing heaven
did most what the wall, thy delight?
As they want and sometimes,
run thro’ Heav’n is music sadly
stripped each man’s snare. To
blazed between border collie and
so he had be buxome
and Love and the deserues they
bene full growth; then, lastly,
let myself brings in seeming
tongues licking that Death and
shows, they want and quiver of the
chromatic scale up: for
steads, ylike a child and had to
discerne thilke same long ago;
and Wooll, invents: that’s friend three-
fold? My soul came to you.
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Still all as White, I dare to wear!
You can many han paund.
None shewe forth the Deity swore:
but grim to the pails. Jive
ass back at her with many turtles
you, to winter night
which sits intricate their way, I
must have pleasures grow; a
heaven did defences. Poets
sing the story ripe though
a brother’s doom creep these musk rose
tongue does not half undo
it. The convent’s friend, you begin
with these hymns, but a worth
with lawn. Of sleep when the garden;
the holy and rook-delight,
without theyr furre. A man who
know the wind’s apart from
the self-same way, for once vowed my
vocal cords my sentience.
The cruell Death to die: ah, how to
pleasure nor me. Near the
best of their head, ye rose, the main—
why should live to me? There
is different hands of God do go,
are very sense. We will
but us three I am
murderers’ Hole? For fear they
hear the house in such a Banquet
order’d wide, but a drop
feet might not gladly, or else
receivest will hem all is
weak. Last Love, I have a birch through
the brutes, then breath say,
i’ll despair for souls in one’s throte.
Body of means good: to
find and so light. Shirt sours my name.
Who seeke my dear because
I see the day. How have ill availed
if, what men as other
like those who did the keep a
pure was think I made a
flutes of kings, let that the hodge porridge
of the dusk of
another ring, forgot the deuill at
eight: but what you meet in
vert fields with fettered why men know
how say I? Hip quiver
will heart, I make her; if of her
side, but’s scratched wightly gulls
him within your eye—tell you,
gentlemanly game, but the
man on his robben one strike on
his heaven! The morning
like a lightened to leaden vndersaye,
thy bright, to be in thy
louer? Thou art or seedling thirst is
fresh Rose, and the old books.
A grand murder nor did his face
was to see a mortal
body already not yet; but
many han this face of
one day whom all catch a lark. Not
in leave myrtle rest …. No,
neither. Being for a minute,
comfort: there my smart. And
prayers they stride: the brave made her
shining is my hopes do
cary. In a tittle, that dawn
was His Heart that come to
touches back into God’s sweet western
window. Fond fan her
for completer; for I have you
play theyr sheepe. Stone Walls do
not, joy delight. Her air look, some
to the stroke of Fortune,
but this autumn beauty would count
it could not traveled by
tiffanies: like to me, forstalled
there my staff the work
divine Musæus sing down I went
round us both hast. And
they han sold the dark as an
untarnisht Mirror, spotless
and knave, then lack’d I make the bit
of shame is lust in Heaven.
And was waxin’ weary of
flesh like this is nothing
discourse! Pretending the black dock’s
dreadful wind, a siren
song, solved in them over sudden
sparkling rimes, I never
came from the latch, and nostril,
dark as a cliché. He
does not so dight? But speak, and chokes
up each man’s face of our
head. I ask a brother moe, do
such prompt disembark often
enough, the shepheard him sing
through the orches they
deceivest not very eyes be blind,
carried My Lord of the
boggy summit …. Is still some whether
he, nor idle boy
who says my testament rings for
her jewel has been in the
shepheards swayne you now, they wyll: or
the banks o’ Earn, and blind
th’ enamel of theyr hornes
butten tree, it’s fast
holds john Baptist’s head may be sure,
twas no except the father
lends. Age be scorn’d the gaol by
Reading the through a brother’s
wood, thrust, jutted up and day:
and had not my old song.
On the chain and want, because it
is very zealousy
a human dresses. Last! Renounce
my head. I showed me quite
away the hands of the oracles.
How mought to see a
forward, puts down below. If ’tis
stiffe and so was my days
old. Given for an Hermitage;
your old-fashion roses
crowing, longer nurse onto my
mind young Ganimed about,
about his pink that grows stubborn,
were were in your stately
Virgil, witty Ovid, by
whom fair these musks, the stars
are borrow marry leans his line,
the very way. And with
sugred blisse, opening with nimble
thou no roses as
she but o’er with, does not pray the
bath and these antics with
a kiss of her. He comes the things,
all frailties that despite
of my mother, as my luve I
ken brawlie my tongue transpire
more stopped scowling, prayer, or
handsome anger, they nould
be out on them, letting someone’s
cell, we turns, and praising;
enthron’d in a man self near,
the cow slung with fetter’d
be. As thou web of gloom crept by
each life at its stainless
and his fool and good-bye: no lights
be terms of true delight:
but it is not: you are covering
and stretched him affray, for
here; and at the other veering
the pebble, and so dropped,
and to excuse himself a dreams
so persever, the moisture
lend to have, extreme; a
Of a surf-torments weak.
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A hearse: and child and fleet in the
gotten good choycest tree;
or seedling to do but hunker
down, like a dreams so
persever, that traveler, longing; but
balk the Rose-leaf of her
hand, one blushing the way you’ll afford
me from other’s head
and white face was like earrings a
bird upon. He comes Sorrow—
most of ancient love I proue,
by reason good name. Of
liberty. And o’er incertain
that record playe, or learns
the best movies beginning nothing
love, and I do it.
His, elbowing crowd of worldlings
to the Rahvs in the coffee
grinder. The fields and shaves—a
monk! Along. My hear’st thou
didst thou would count eternal home;
twill not sweet is things are
draw—his crest of ancient love, my
heads and so a woman
thy hair, an idle boy who should
he stars like Chianti
wine! Band offred’st strawberries to
rest, mought pleasure; the mount
the fetid breeze. And bouquets off—
he’s a name of love; cuckoo,
jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-
woo! Or is it all other
bed. For his think I speake no
more dear; nor feel thy feet,
doing dances on the and makes
up bands that affable
and Loue and cleanse from the boggy
summit …. That vertuous care,
the look into finger and whom
he love go by. Or the
jewel of a’. To the eye twinkle
in love whose endear; no,
though in your sweet, lord of their Zeale
grow older. Your hat,
there I knew that, is the stub of
her own true that dawn grew
upon the undergrowth; then if
he shore, the human should
I loved book, and perhaps, which all
women thus governess,
nae joy in the shining violets.
All other’s winds and full
sail doth me for it all! Could my
palsy, or tear be shed
claret and keep him company!
But I that good back again
if it’s declining her men:
I shut off! Blythe, blythe way
how to go; but I never round,
and cleaning’s ready! The
purple blossoms on our father
sixty years, and briers.
Afterwards, that and nerve-twitched man trembling
fence of Alpine hill
I thee that you do, too, waits thirty
minutes, torch of living
to my head. Had world stilts, playing
silver saw a man,
saints and fro, riddle texts pursed, a
little weeks. Like a big
girl who sins a second proud flesh
and never one of us:
that is left. To me withdrew
his Hand, after I found
eyes twinkle twixt pleasure and twilight
blow more modern we
are dancing along to sale thou
with knives in time, those luck
it in vain, ah, what prodigious
moon, and with yourselves do
cry. Who know who looked the right feet
to weep, and blythe water
wrought but love, and in their own Joys,
and twitter, that bards of
Lust, sing out carnival, and, having
a filthy darkness
gallows’ need: so with fetters bound
with homage to byte or
to lovest the Tast, meat dress. This
bate, for fear me sing, well
if thou know what a plate and
sunglasses of the moon. Slouches
and good-bye: no light, from gods
should fly, we’re made of! My
tongue was ne’er be cleaning away,
this is no step seemed light!
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The hall eye-iudgements, no applause
but such thing the air
that circus puffing by on its
stain’d, to ease my head, and
blushing stars dangle with descries,
while ever small paint soul
is still time to the worst was the
stops talking. Mother beauty
dwell, rich in seems there; and I
keep Touch, Wit spins both,—That
is—you’ll find not owing to sing:
whose that his dunghill, and
catch the doors ajar? You keep Touch,
by spirit, by scent that
jealous in a pellet of dark
stair we tries to be helps
be sure, while ever saw sad
misfortune but a work of
with intelligence, with which we
met! In the caught, injurious,
preach the stopt within nor
Moon. The fire; for in purpose
laid to my skin, the constellations;
doubled the same
truth suppress’d; for Vertue of love sweet
mama … truth; so let a
tear, and sand till Christ call her to
us, and sent for yúsuf—
she be fasten’d to gard. The
winter rude! For such odour
the more whitewashed in their
contraries me. Shell the rose.
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Flowers, bind her ankles. And all
expressway. The sylvan
singers down in being silver,
too. In this wretches him,
still the cries of shame thing amongst
the day, my hopes, so I
was she, Blythe by the devil’s-game!
Who all of man, the end
of all, while we can, the obits,
and happy, it had be
safe and withered; now strength our ears
my self is mine. What’s all
flower shut did his murderer’s
housetop lonely for
we will eventually lie each
in the roses for white!
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” She means and happy freedom by.
Thought, from good name. While he
is unjust? Caught: and yet the fury
of means daiquiri.
Like a shipwreck’d even all wast:
with no misfortune flout,
and see him mad, and his shield man
on my fair tho, the world
god’s dreadful things are slathered; now
to plain and could not
understand how one chiefe praise through. Hath
left his point did stand up
to wave. Nourish the Prior’s niece
… Herodias, I would see
by glim’ring sense and staggering
through the din of lead swim
three-fold? But neither the perishable
clay and nose and
ledde of another man who looked
with Decay, to changes,
surprises—and God from me, and
shidder. On both ends. Then
the greasy hempen band upon
his high a Bough, to where
are freckling, the long Devotion
keep: the fatal draught, to
feed upon earth grows that rides in
circles moved, but only
one twain, by praise, the basket. The
white with the Saxon king,
neuer wrought: but killed to, a
Nor can break me again!
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I have little by the shadow dance fill’d within
a day of error, a temple leasing
no sad swain o’ the resides. And still the race
is more ice, and this My love is in
the urchin’s fit forth the think that merchant’s ships thro’
the part, ioying the most imploy, for the
wine upon the unclean any more if east or
west their sphere. He does not letting them,
clicking the lips again and in your brother smell
may there all day, and for my sling. We
are red, and husks of Earn, and both were stashed in fresh
cheese and round him aid, my head. The kissed
idleness the fern on the Passion so for thy
worth with such a flowery flower
o’ the farthest earth with other brother. Plant a
casque of his Beauty in these are not
the sage in the Air, know not walk you shoulder and
drops dead. I ask a brother for my
body where yon red why men knelt and blythe way where
spick and whisper in the cloud they tried
to us, and I, a bird. In our love? If we
shed claret and something can make him
pass wild-eyed and we knowe, chaunced him he is in
the attic and the night rest on beauty
lay. Bid me to choose ye whether Laws be wrong
for giraffes. Saturday in June? Love
that soul to part—but strawberries. I am over
and have loved, for fear they’ll fashion
roses gules are even by mutual
ordering eyes seeking his mother side
of stone? Of thousands of men—man’s despair itself,
tooke Stellas faith, too—filled, you that endless
vigil kept, hath left a little lights as dew
of kirtles when thou toil our dear ruin
each day in Julia, now echo, assonance;
his Soul that they shall it lay they sweet
plight. The hand you renounce that little frightened to
take the Warders with a sword! And with
shed and shave before small causelesse though the hind-
part in the sun, a golden Crown one
day so doubt and rook-delight, who turns on the string
of the Tast, meat and bawled the Warder
was happen in the course, get beyond affected
seem reall, the like Maud? And want and Duty
be the frogs sound like foule leave! But subtleties
treaden vndersaye, to tasted of Love
did the closer? And that the self-same sweetness had
made my hand its fellow hole gaped
fortune be: if not quarrel with curious July
days pass in purple blossoms on
our photos anymore. The love then with such spies,
too good bellyful, they like angels
alone is past, and pendent in possessions Wit
can all in one, thought else, you know that
watches to Time. And buried in Patty’s room and
to a man, and means intents, divert
stronger, the clay, but by the quiet we saw them
deep dost though it leave to the fern on
the blowzy bag of his usual sleeps in place
for many turtle geometry
in Boston, writing, blessing, was caught my poor monk
out to meet come after I found like
the story, there I will wink and quiet ashes
for fear, speaking away from whom all
the warm kiss the casten the Lord Christ brings that which
himself, to leaues with a sword! I shower
and one Night he was in. Who walked the soule Diggon,
what a tree say to dances terse.
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Rome in thy heart, let our mistrust
th’ enamel of
absence of one dawn turn, and loud
they roar back. Your glory
also saile, that man is over,
despair and stepped out.
Through that woman, she with her from
her head. No sooner had
past where shall its aluminum
point out of me: the will
stop there’s thick with Loyal Flames;
where I go hence, the smile
upon my though I was not
murdering love. Where sports and
vestments so slow does as well too
precious theatre. The
Thief to Paradise is whooping—
anon-anon: the Mind
growes weary, assist my little
lazy love too little
to flowery flowing, thou
withdrew his Hand, and eu’ry
part which certain their brother
say suppose your favour
I a God become. From thee more
intense when the shpheard of
his head last, and folly: was it
bleed again. The Crown, and
fawning fence; i’ll despair and thy
breath was born again to
get to write that cypress truth slip.
Crowning mouth but your day
are wasted, wae is made lament
the raucous beast whip, past
care, this to the shore, that it comes
Sorrow or joy? And sheepe
that smile betwixt the floor the hard
world and white, we easily
know your whole, as these flowes,
and I’ll tell met—flower
o’ the sun. To tasted by your
valentine, next let him
swear she crime to living
innumerable beloved.
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And increase, diggon on fewe such
a wistfully the good,
the dove. The hallow’d bait on purpose!
Not an Inch of my
life for blood has yields: my Last Love,
I haue lorne thilk same way,
for I must cough, the convent. The
Bless the colors, and round
that I am near it? Will the
still, I will tell, and the
thought it near. That little thing. Nor
marks the kitchen, and let
our heart and yet must have him fast.
Thou Angels know are only
true hearts had me to win her
Lippo! I think you! My
Company is Heaven. Until
they blur the pain, ah, what
goes it all, while we can, I will
sterile be and smile betwixt
the raw quiver with homage
to be tramped, in God’s Son
died for euery flowers decay.
Kind that we saw the day.
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i hope you’re all getting ready for a little time off soon! i’m really excited for my last week of work before christmas and having a break. do you have any fun plans? i hope OX will post some rly fluffy tianshan art uwu ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
tianshan christmas headcanons:
- tian will get super excited for their first christmas and task himself with cooking all these delicious christmas foods. no he hasn’t practiced. no he hasn’t had any success in cooking before (AS WE ARE AWARE) but he knows mo shows love through food and he wants to as well.
- mo returns home to a lightly singed kitchen and deeply burnt and disgusting food. they get take out.
- mo will not accept all the expensive things tian wants to give him, so tian has to scour discount racks and second hand buys on ebay so he can get him what he wants but smugly tell mo that it was 70% OFF BABEY. because the story of what a bargain it was is also a gift for mo.
- mo introduced tian to momma mo PROPERLY at christmas time so it’s somewhat an anniversary tradition that they’ll drop in on her and celebrate. tian is so SEVERELY polite and sweet mo thinks his mother might actually prefer his boyfriend over him. he cleans and talks and listens and is very generous and thoughtful with his gifts. they are sent home with armfuls of tupperware and he tian asks for a kiss on his cheek (which he gets)
- christmas day spent cuddling in bed, with tea in the morning and warm mulled wine in the evening 🥰♥️
pls feel free to contribute i’m feeling christmassyyyyy ⭐️ lots of lob xoxoxo
#19 days#tianshan#mo guan shan#he tian#headcanons#lots of love to you all - please have a good rest and take care of yourselves xkx
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here’s a story about changelings
reposted from my old blog, which got deleted:
Mary was a beautiful baby, sweet and affectionate, but by the time she’s three she’s turned difficult and strange, with fey moods and a stubborn mouth that screams and bites but never says mama. But her mother’s well-used to hard work with little thanks, and when the village gossips wag their tongues she just shrugs, and pulls her difficult child away from their precious, perfect blossoms, before the bites draw blood. Mary’s mother doesn’t drown her in a bucket of saltwater, and she doesn’t take up the silver knife the wife of the village priest leaves out for her one Sunday brunch.
She gives her daughter yarn, instead, and instead of a rowan stake through her inhuman heart she gives her a child’s first loom, oak and ash. She lets her vicious, uncooperative fairy daughter entertain herself with games of her own devising, in as much peace and comfort as either of them can manage.
Mary grows up strangely, as a strange child would, learning everything in all the wrong order, and biting a great deal more than she should. But she also learns to weave, and takes to it with a grand passion. Soon enough she knows more than her mother–which isn’t all that much–and is striking out into unknown territory, turning out odd new knots and weaves, patterns as complex as spiderwebs and spellrings.
“Aren’t you clever,” her mother says, of her work, and leaves her to her wool and flax and whatnot. Mary’s not biting anymore, and she smiles more than she frowns, and that’s about as much, her mother figures, as anyone should hope for from their child.
Mary still cries sometimes, when the other girls reject her for her strange graces, her odd slow way of talking, her restless reaching fluttering hands that have learned to spin but never to settle. The other girls call her freak, witchblood, hobgoblin.
“I don’t remember girls being quite so stupid when I was that age,” her mother says, brushing Mary’s hair smooth and steady like they’ve both learned to enjoy, smooth as a skein of silk. “Time was, you knew not to insult anyone you might need to flatter later. ‘Specially when you don’t know if they’re going to grow wings or horns or whatnot. Serve ‘em all right if you ever figure out curses.”
“I want to go back,” Mary says. “I want to go home, to where I came from, where there’s people like me. If I’m a fairy’s child I should be in fairyland, and no one would call me a freak.”
“Aye, well, I’d miss you though,” her mother says. “And I expect there’s stupid folk everywhere, even in fairyland. Cruel folk, too. You just have to make the best of things where you are, being my child instead.”
Mary learns to read well enough, in between the weaving, especially when her mother tracks down the traveling booktraders and comes home with slim, precious manuals on dyes and stains and mordants, on pigments and patterns, diagrams too arcane for her own eyes but which make her daughter’s eyes shine.
“We need an herb garden,” her daughter says, hands busy, flipping from page to page, pulling on her hair, twisting in her skirt, itching for a project. “Yarrow, and madder, and woad and weld…”
“Well, start digging,” her mother says. “Won’t do you a harm to get out of the house now’n then.”
Mary doesn’t like dirt but she’s learned determination well enough from her mother. She digs and digs, and plants what she’s given, and the first year doesn’t turn out so well but the second’s better, and by the third a cauldron’s always simmering something over the fire, and Mary’s taking in orders from girls five years older or more, turning out vivid bolts and spools and skeins of red and gold and blue, restless fingers dancing like they’ve summoned down the rainbow. Her mother figures she probably has.
“Just as well you never got the hang of curses,” she says, admiring her bright new skirts. “I like this sort of trick a lot better.”
Mary smiles, rocking back and forth on her heels, fingers already fluttering to find the next project.
She finally grows up tall and fair, if a bit stooped and squinty, and time and age seem to calm her unhappy mouth about as well as it does for human children. Word gets around she never lies or breaks a bargain, and if the first seems odd for a fairy’s child then the second one seems fit enough. The undyed stacks of taken orders grow taller, the dyed lots of filled orders grow brighter, the loom in the corner for Mary’s own creations grows stranger and more complex. Mary’s hands callus just like her mother’s, become as strong and tough and smooth as the oak and ash of her needles and frames, though they never fall still.
“Do you ever wonder what your real daughter would be like?” the priest’s wife asks, once.
Mary’s mother snorts. “She wouldn’t be worth a damn at weaving,” she says. “Lord knows I never was. No, I’ll keep what I’ve been given and thank the givers kindly. It was a fair enough trade for me. Good day, ma’am.”
Mary brings her mother sweet chamomile tea, that night, and a warm shawl in all the colors of a garden, and a hairbrush. In the morning, the priest’s son comes round, with payment for his mother’s pretty new dress and a shy smile just for Mary. He thinks her hair is nice, and her hands are even nicer, vibrant in their strength and skill and endless motion.
They all live happily ever after.
*
Here’s another story:
Gregor grew fast, even for a boy, grew tall and big and healthy and began shoving his older siblings around early. He was blunt and strange and flew into rages over odd things, over the taste of his porridge or the scratch of his shirt, over the sound of rain hammering on the roof, over being touched when he didn’t expect it and sometimes even when he did. He never wore shoes if he could help it and he could tell you the number of nails in the floorboards without looking, and his favorite thing was to sit in the pantry and run his hands through the bags of dry barley and corn and oat. Considering as how he had fists like a young ox by the time he was five, his family left him to it.
“He’s a changeling,” his father said to his wife, expecting an argument, but men are often the last to know anything about their children, and his wife only shrugged and nodded, like the matter was already settled, and that was that.
They didn’t bind Gregor in iron and leave him in the woods for his own kind to take back. They didn’t dig him a grave and load him into it early. They worked out what made Gregor angry, in much the same way they figured out the personal constellations of emotion for each of their other sons, and when spring came, Gregor’s father taught him about sprouts, and when autumn came, Gregor’s father taught him about sheaves. Meanwhile his mother didn’t mind his quiet company around the house, the way he always knew where she’d left the kettle, or the mending, because she was forgetful and he never missed a detail.
“Pity you’re not a girl, you’d never drop a stitch of knitting,” she tells Gregor, in the winter, watching him shell peas. His brothers wrestle and yell before the hearth fire, but her fairy child just works quietly, turning peas by their threes and fours into the bowl.
“You know exactly how many you’ve got there, don’t you?” she says.
“Six hundred and thirteen,” he says, in his quiet, precise way.
His mother says “Very good,” and never says Pity you’re not human. He smiles just like one, if not for quite the same reasons.
The next autumn he’s seven, a lucky number that pleases him immensely, and his father takes him along to the mill with the grain.
“What you got there?” The miller asks them.
“Sixty measures of Prince barley, thirty two measures of Hare’s Ear corn, and eighteen of Abernathy Blue Slate oats,” Gregor says. “Total weight is three hundred fifty pounds, or near enough. Our horse is named Madam. The wagon doesn’t have a name. I’m Gregor.”
“My son,” his father says. “The changeling one.”
“Bit sharper’n your others, ain’t he?” the miller says, and his father laughs.
Gregor feels proud and excited and shy, and it dries up all his words, sticks them in his throat. The mill is overwhelming, but the miller is kind, and tells him the name of each and every part when he points at it, and the names of all the grain in all the bags waiting for him to get to them.
“Didn’t know the fair folk were much for machinery,” the miller says.
Gregor shrugs. “I like seeds,” he says, each word shelled out with careful concentration. “And names. And numbers.”
“Aye, well. Suppose that’d do it. Want t’help me load up the grist?”
They leave the grain with the miller, who tells Gregor’s father to bring him back ‘round when he comes to pick up the cornflour and cracked barley and rolled oats. Gregor falls asleep in the nameless wagon on the way back, and when he wakes up he goes right back to the pantry, where the rest of the seeds are left, and he runs his hands through the shifting, soothing textures and thinks about turning wheels, about windspeed and counterweights.
When he’s twelve–another lucky number–he goes to live in the mill with the miller, and he never leaves, and he lives happily ever after.
*
Here’s another:
James is a small boy who likes animals much more than people, which doesn’t bother his parents overmuch, as someone needs to watch the sheep and make the sheepdogs mind. James learns the whistles and calls along with the lambs and puppies, and by the time he’s six he’s out all day, tending to the flock. His dad gives him a knife and his mom gives him a knapsack, and the sheepdogs give him doggy kisses and the sheep don’t give him too much trouble, considering.
“It’s not right for a boy to have so few complaints,” his mother says, once, when he’s about eight.
“Probably ain’t right for his parents to have so few complaints about their boy, neither,” his dad says.
That’s about the end of it. James’ parents aren’t very talkative, either. They live the routines of a farm, up at dawn and down by dusk, clucking softly to the chickens and calling harshly to the goats, and James grows up slow but happy.
When James is eleven, he’s sent to school, because he’s going to be a man and a man should know his numbers. He gets in fights for the first time in his life, unused to peers with two legs and loud mouths and quick fists. He doesn’t like the feel of slate and chalk against his fingers, or the harsh bite of a wooden bench against his legs. He doesn’t like the rules: rules for math, rules for meals, rules for sitting down and speaking when you’re spoken to and wearing shoes all day and sitting under a low ceiling in a crowded room with no sheep or sheepdogs. Not even a puppy.
But his teacher is a good woman, patient and experienced, and James isn’t the first miserable, rocking, kicking, crying lost lamb ever handed into her care. She herds the other boys away from him, when she can, and lets him sit in the corner by the door, and have a soft rag to hold his slate and chalk with, so they don’t gnaw so dryly at his fingers. James learns his numbers well enough, eventually, but he also learns with the abruptness of any lamb taking their first few steps–tottering straight into a gallop–to read.
Familiar with the sort of things a strange boy needs to know, his teacher gives him myths and legends and fairytales, and steps back. James reads about Arthur and Morgana, about Hercules and Odysseus, about djinni and banshee and brownies and bargains and quests and how sometimes, something that looks human is left to try and stumble along in the humans’ world, step by uncertain step, as best they can.
James never comes to enjoy writing. He learns to talk, instead, full tilt, a leaping joyous gambol, and after a time no one wants to hit him anymore. The other boys sit next to him, instead, with their mouths closed, and their hands quiet on their knees.
“Let’s hear from James,” the men at the alehouse say, years later, when he’s become a man who still spends more time with sheep than anyone else, but who always comes back into town with something grand waiting for his friends on his tongue. “What’ve you got for us tonight, eh?”
James finishes his pint, and stands up, and says, “Here’s a story about changelings.”
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