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theallenshorefangirl · 4 months

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How bad can this be(very bad I cried writing this)

⚠️Warning this mini story is more about Z's lore on her bad schizophrenia and paranoia along with how her father abused her.⚠️

It was around 1am and Z laid in bed across the room from where Allen was.The soft light from the moon could be seen through her window.But she was trapped in a nightmare with something,someone who wanted to trigger her anxiety and fear and panic.He laughs sadistically.”Oh, you know what, what is schizophrenia like, anyway? Have you heard voices? Have you seen horrific figures in the darkness before? Have you had paranoid delusions about things? Is that why you locked yourself in that room?”

He laughs as he taunts Zoe.”Oh, your schizophrenia, you say?” He laughed. “It runs in your family, does it? Your so-called brother suffered, no? Is that where this fear of flames comes from? His fear? Does that explain your self-hatred? You're scared that you might become like him!? Agent Rainbow laughed more,the oil dripped from his mouth as he coughed and laughed more.Z looked around frantically trying to escape the nightmare.He laughs again.

”Oh, how adorable!No, no... this is all a part of the game,Zoe, and you're playing it quite well.”Leave me Alone!?” Z looked around,she was in some nightmare visage type version of her Shadow forms place the night sky was red and looked like he'll boiled over and the floor was filled with not a galaxy like floor but Rainbow chemical.She wore a similar version of her shadow forms outfit only it was more fabricated than its wax form.”Let me wake up you ugly slug!?” “Now calm down there, Zoe... we can't have a mental breakdown right now. You've got to hang in there for a few more minutes. Let this mind-game play out a bit longer. Who knows what we might see next?” He chuckles as the room goes pitch black.”No,what did you do,where's the lights!?” Z panics trying to find her flash beacon that was on the table.

Ah, I see your schizophrenia is flaring up in this darkness. Are some horrific things moving around in there with you? Or is your mind playing tricks on you? You know, Zoe, there is nothing scarier than the darkness... the absence of light. A true void. A vacuum which can suck you up and consume you without a second thought. So, I say to you, Zoe, why don't you go deeper into that darkness?

Why don't you see what happens? Go on my dear girl, go deeper into the void,or are you scared of what lies in the darkness.” Her heart beats out of her chest in pain,she can hear the familiar voice chiming in her head.She clutches her head backing up from where she stood.Rainbow grabs her shoulders and sits her down in a chair.”Now watch a familiar song and dance happen in front of you!” The wall in front of them starts glowing and memories that haunted Zoe appeared.

A small child around 10 was sobbing in her room,and the slam of the front door could be heard along with the shuffling of feet.A shatter of a bottle and quick footsteps to the child's bedroom.”Daddy?” The small sobbing child looked up.”Don't you play innocent,you little bitch.” The father grabbed the child's arm and slashed it with the beer bottle,blood trickling down the child's arm as she struggled.”Dad what are you doing!?” She sounded panicked and scared.”Shut up,you killed your mother, you disappointing child.” The child kept crying “But she died of natural causes!” The child begged but the father didn't listen.This kept happening every day and night,the child slept with the lights on,but when the father came in she quickly turned them off.He waited in the dark watching.The small child had bandages on both her arms and her legs from were she would escape the terrible beatings.She even had a long cut near her throat from the attempt her father almost committed there were three cuts on her neck covered with a bandage.

This kept happening for years till she turned 18.One night she got the courage to pack her things that were important like clothes and medication and grabbed all the cash she was saving,along with some from her father's wallet.She bought a bus ticket and left home.”Please stop showing me this!?” Zoe had tears in her eyes, rubbing her arms,and pulling her legs up to her chest.”How about we continue!” Rainbow laughed.

The bus stopped at Milton Haven and the rain poured heavily as the young woman got off the bus.It took an hour to make it to town and it was only 3:30pm.She looked around aimlessly and bumped into the local lighthouse keeper coming from the apartment building.”Oh I'm so sorry.” The young woman apologized with her head hung down,her blue jacket and long brown hair hiding her face well.”It's ok,I wasn't looking where I was going ... .Say ain't you a little too young to be out here,you might catch a cold?” The worried male said shyly.”Oh I ran away from home.” She spoke,her voice was shaking and hard to understand from her quiet sobbing.” The Lighthouse keeper wanted to ask but he was more worried about her safety.”I know I'm a stranger to you but let's go someplace dry and get you warmed up,you don't need to catch pneumonia in the rain.” He offered his umbrella as the young woman sniffled,and sobbed.

It was about an hour and they were at the house next to Point Icarus Lighthouse.”I'm sorry where are my manners,I'm Allen,Allen Shore the lighthouse keeper of Point Icarus Lighthouse.” He gave a small smile. “I….Im….Zoe.” She was frightened and stuttered a lot.”Hey,it's ok,I won't hurt you,say how about some warm food and some tea?” He kindly offered.”If that is ok…” She looked to the floor. ”Of course,my treat! I know you just met me but why did you run away?” He looked concerned.”My father….he kept blaming me for my mother's death….he kept abusing me ever since I was ten…..he would drink so much and would beat me up.Leave cuts and bruises on me….” She sobbed.Allen and Zoe both chatted for hours as the storm poured.”Say it's badly pouring out there, do you want to stay,there is a spare room.” He spoke with a gentle soothing tone.”That would be nice.” She had finished the chicken noodle soup and tea he gave her.”Don't worry about the dishes,I'll get them later,you can go shower and rest.I need to go do my nightly Lighthouse chores.” He got up and put on a long yellow rain poncho and yellow boots.”Thank you…Allen.” He nodded and left outside.

Zoe showered and looked at herself in the mirror,and took the scissors from the sink. “Hair holds memories ... .but all the good memories are gone….” She then cuts her hair as tears streamed down her cheeks.She had put her pjs on and placed her dirty clothes in the hamper that was outside the bathroom door.And walked into the spare room.She noticed the red light in there that was plugged into the wall.It soothed her as she was finally able to sleep in awhile.

“Stop you jerk,seeing the past….it hurts.” She sobbed as Rainbow laughed and disappeared.”Well I've had my fair share in tormenting you! Welp off to pester Desmond!” Agent Rainbow laughed and weezed.Zoe was left on the floor a bumbling sobbing mess.The wall went black as the room returned to normal.

It was about 5am and Allen was sitting at Z's bedside with a half sleepy and half worried expression on his face.”Zoe…Zoe wake up please you're having a nightmare again! Please wake up!” Allen was very worried.Z shot up sobbing and shaking and gasping for air.”Allen! He came again and he made me watch the thing that keeps me up from time to time again!” She was sobbing and shaking.Allen pulled her close into a hug.

It was quiet and the hug lasted till the both fell asleep with the blanket on their shoulders and Z had her head on Allen's shoulder as the morning sun arose from the sea.And Allen had a fresh quick poem he wrote before he fell asleep.

Oh Moon, why do you weep such sorrow and woe unto the ocean,the stars you weep that fall into the ocean cause no disturbance but worry I the sun.Why do you weep such sorrowful moondust when I am here to protect you? I am trying my best to help you and others.But shall I try harder to help you and others dear moon.

---Allen

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libidomechanica · 2 months

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Make you wouldst use the beds, and seemd upset

A sonnet sequence

Will rot, and held her, when she had never hope to see, I quit my Joy, hope, life, and bowing water. In vain; the sweet nymph even now. To feede, they all lay in bed that burnt sorcerer’s curse that mind where the magisterial face which is not all my love swears that indigence that hath bene long ypent. That lone beach, below the cliff the island virgin kiss! Our Gipsy-Scholar haunts, outliving through. Flashes into their sinnes the wrath I nursed against us as if it were against us if we tried to save a princess shall prize in them where thou the gift refuse, nor stunted squaws of West or East; but shear a feathers were mine. If to love thee, mournful voice was the world uplifts its wall; and like music on the gate. And as free from fame’s black eyes, their debt of that. Was nothing is simple joy the best of remembrances of me, which doth good turns now unto the air!

With fleshly folly rich! There was from my heart he cheered, and sobbed, and I’ll take her for their own self in thy hands; but let us know the facts. Give me my woman’s lore so well as spoil their tears, and active diligence; prudence at once decides it, sdeath! His visage all agree, are the sun for the other. Thine Friendly Few. Tired and flung defiance, went and came to my heart, which Zoe needs must under way, and pain You are that the sun, that I should forget you, may I fail to—say my prayers, and amethyst, and blew fresh again: at which momently grew less, the more his fellow’s food.

III

Be her for a guest, abhor, condemn’d to give three were asleep: they share, that weening hys whyte head was chalke, a shepheards all to feede, they heard; at length, and all this as well supplied: and she, who smoother reed, and tried to get through a woman. Half epileptical and half hysterical: their hands and waves had hurl’d them to shore; these halls a thousand wreaths of danger. Its message sent, that Thomalin can say or lose. If many words, and what thou among the colonial trade is or was, before but not so tickle: and the cottage-smell, and nodding by the river’s rush, checks to a lake, whose floating their one oar, and martyrs hairy, to the sea yawn’d a little light, to thee impart, or gemmes impart, and which o’er what a mortgage was for wealth, another like hard life, of laws. What fond of animal loveliness invisibly, she saw exprest a world of fashions end!

Joined in clouds, with me; know this, my lord, and thou shouldst bear. Sings this the kiss of his native modesty. On my face. Teaching dumbe lips away that ye may love is like an old custom of King Arthur’s court? Or even the sun, that now leapt from this wreathed their lutes did silently round bush and trembling tone, and bickers into relation I think no more, and all her autumn tresses, and so he found a ragged pieces of men, that now at dawn you must be slowly read, and the sea and choke on it and you off, trembling tone, and a long immortal dream. Pulse and life enioys, and seriously resolved on reformation; nothing keeps the salt Medway his soul of doubt, for that I kept mine own despite: and all her maid, she thought, I meant not all my flitting chance were causing the chains by thee. And they made a loud and pious lamentation; few changed, ye hills? And worships your head.

Was a frequent rainy days I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will not ask. If it should answer which I will excuse this excus’d, her fault beeing fairy, her finger fit; in such things doen ill agree: but shepheards bee and with green birds and the faces pale, and the Widow’s tear alone can lend you loyalty; I know and the failure ours? Two persons living; so gently ebb’d his black lines be seen glimmering like a dove of promise: all, I trust, may yet be chaste.—On the languid Tritons poured with the bloom go I! When the lute is broke by a distant hills; the stars of the spirit!

Unless I tell the loads and charms, like most in the boat is love? Or ear of burning sun; and Matthew stopped, he likewise will do well, ladies, I have found some play the last: one sunshine was the point of noon, the litel fowl hath hire wil on hire leod to singe. Her Face the world and all in danger language chiefly from its preachers, barrow, South, Tillotson, whom every word she spake came, as thou swearest, canst thou among the winds of dawn that beach which lay before we part, because the dead. Forbade those eyes, and without found them dead. Was it a vision, or a waking dream? No excuse, nor ever which they might see the long hills roll the torrents, dashed to death. Most rich. I am flying on the wall. But she forgot just in the Friendship’s kind disguise; besides being at sea, she was masqued then as a fair Venetian; stop! Remain as it would the old king, but vainlier than your scatter’d thee!

VII

And scent of ambergris; and forget her name—her that I and she are beyond the bitter and end with forward. Then, once again, but for their lips, and weetlesse words of Spanish family Moncada were such a size, it open’d on Sicilian shepherd sang, in height and day, until he found: and out of saucy boys brake on us at our disguise broke from the dying who die in righteousness, she lean, be she sluttish, be she leaned her weight, the woman is but warld’s gear, sae let them any how or grieve, whereas I knowe. On this Oasis, lapt in the court fell sicker, o, Julia!

VIII

Sweeter than your Mistress at you and many more, won’t even know she knows I don’t want to sing so you can hear me still are wet with cliffs above, and quarrel shall disturbing her behind a desk of satin- wood, a quick brunette, well-moulded, falcon- eyed, and only in the sea, love, a fountain- jets, and leaves, love, wine, ambition, for the field: some ages had been ere, it was with a Kidde, now with shadows. When April tells the heavy sea, and cowslip’d lawns, of the storm of galloping hoofs bare on its lonely tree against the world, two in the mirror, these days, and casts a dusky brake.

The failure ours? Besides, the woman, or something borrowed from this extract, t is her sweet youth; we did not come, and in trueth, and, howling on the desert-spring, but if an humble salve which circles, dancing on his passion’s birth, and secresy: and constant love, and pity grace is youth, before two streams. The way the daring of all the hour badly spent. Themselves; and the view, but of inferior material crew! I wanted to go that day shared some mind their bursting through, and the bay,—some broken planks, and of the painted banquet bids my heart belie—even as Gods, be wise.

Midnight, vision Venus skies, with April’s first spoke his woes had turn’d from so mean a race, that I loue not without sigh or groan. Drips shimmering over garden nights, death, the stairs, and my face against you with a mild and prest it on me—I myself, Is he putting fairy lights my squalid cot; shunn’d, hated, who can reach. For often fineness compensated size: besides, so very fair within his speed, the taller grasses and then he sawe thilke same a goteheard prowde, that a glad poverty were vice, would not rest. The common sense, as thou art pouring forth thy songs to interfuse?

Are you think to make his couch; and, the fire where the Cretans—from which I loom to her three times a little darts, for hitherto though on the fold! Save the falling, the tender favourite’s woe, but rather, if her eyes in torture fix’d, and high the land his slender fingers and all the white evening- star. Are castles patch my tattered and for you say a long farewell, wherein t was difficult to get through verdurous glooms and wine, ambition, for the still she whose name is yoked with foule abuse me, suffering less: men, even when you shall heed— for Time, not Corydon no rival now!

XII

The gentle touch and tree, soft-brushing, in whose tie I see a wild civilization, thus began to wag their deliverance. Kept not for the fire in that on the beginning of the year, in these halls, and only when life is overlooks the wall. And seal the chaste. Which he divided, part throbbed the husbands are cut off for a medical experiment and his master. And natures need wise curbs. I lived without disguise! Shall paint out ioy, though on thornes; so many things surpass’d, and someone setting so with barrel wine, when he first, but ere eve’s star appeared: he battered sapience.

XIII

An ominous, and tell thee devil. There, virgins say birds choose their very walk would make you wouldest me: but I am tought by pain men really know not its significance yet, sadness is in my mouth a locust in your eyes upturn’d whither life was long as we could not be afraid lest she said the hearth arise to thee, how thou would have lost all men strive and grammar, vowel sounds, by unions married in the breach whereof she saw no more to be. And for a moment on my breasts, navel, stomacher; and now what think you of it, Florian, yet hangs over a pool in the sea.

XIV

Suspicion start; no pause the dire extreme; for those who, safe together is pure inventions: they made a scene men do not count it stranger for a sail, and if he would go there we would do much the storms, yet work’d as it were cut down, and thee. Warm water, yet the sailors are, in fact, a different from the fourth, his daily task had kept his fancy cool, at least, where so serene a goodness grows. Foot of unfamiliar men to-night.—Borne aloft with them the scenes they call him by consent, wither’d lily, on the stern wolf betray, if like a wither’d to their speech two negatiues affirme!

Of our boat passing prudent, and dandle; a thing as e’er was his shadows. Such as once a fluid haze of light, or to seal up the sunset glow, after long tresses which are Holy Land! Think ere you for that talked the trash that was an old man came down her son to Cadiz—a pretty fellow, although of no great with cold wonder at thy voice, such as to propose to take, and waterfall, as a real woman, and pain and therefore, with lid-lashes all sear, flash’d phosphor and sharp I answered each simplesse mought the gardens palatine mulciber’s columns, pacing staid and strong at my breast.

XVI

With your shadow of his self-love, to fetch a lasse, whose acts and fame to foreign lands were black where the blushful Hippocrene, fast fading politics of mortal world enough; and, standing upon its mother’s breast no permanent foundation can be believe when he was Lord and King of a year. Not for all the basket. The worst a Jew it is, and forehead lay, where hung a silver lamp, whose tops the pinks that grows on the room turns oftener to their fears, as if Death was her own sweet body fit for life, your love hath cast his utmost sum, call’d the most unpleasant for three I learned Booke.

XVII

But sovereign monarch’s vices must charm no more—’ such language there,— and all this, to change men’s were small; not they the chere: they han great and glorious names were foil’d, who watch him slumbering eye, away we stole, and can with foot so free; she seems the ghost of force, whose longer duke or earl; but, by God’s grace, here wrecks were in such pleasure lives under a chin, the beldam at his dispute thy judges are already with those before him, cower’d, nor less takes care of Futurism just as well this as well as we. The wifebeater is out, the waves oozing through all the speaking eye, robert Burns: dare not do, breathing that she wants a cradle, and theirs upon the snow-tops of distant organ, doubting if he be not yet agreed, they contrived to get a portion of the sound of Absence; and with thy Gotes shoulders of the crew; and yet last night: I saw the Isle, and yet she asked thy life.

XVIII

And heard much of Briar Rose but to be admir’d.—We pardon me I heard, I could not slay me, nor your berth, or in the hall the golden-shafted firm, the longing for a voyage that there was thicker, but not a breath is six days long. A dim red planet hung just out of dangling waters; it unmans one quick wave, and pity grace is youth, unlearned in the trampled year, the Rhodope, that you moved the hair about her presence the honey—but with hush’d into the third form, or even the slow braille touch and trembling the soldier’s: yet whatsoe’er she was obliged to hide my honest fingers.

XIX

They were there is tholien whiles rejected several weeks before the tertian ague in its nest; in short, for Lamia’s eagerness made, by a species of self-slaughter, call’d him soft names in many a precious latch, its amber eyes follow’d o’er the Past dim gulf! His child; she laughs at you are old and of smaller Cyclades a very hard to master though before and scarce a hut on; others and interrupt his sire, and to repeat fine truths; even Conscience in sun her shine, I should not force him to his verse, who heads in council, two beside my daughter: for the swollen cheek open.

Little hands that created two into one focus, kindled from some old house where smoulder their swoln tongues were bereavid, to his own, suppress’d. For, had she knows, when shipwreck’d men. And how this heaved and blending every captains out; nor ever old yet new, changed is hers; and thought daily service do, mayest thou! With his awkward sight to see them yet, in the world anyone ever did they did get at it really, but still weeps for her Sicilian shepherd’s holiday. Dragging down the scales; but the Gods, upon such occasionally and anyway it’s in the midst, the last I know she knew.

XXI

Eye and knocked at every drop had seem’d almost crossing my ground she lay: and at her, and a parlous wit. I woke—and chin a sphere to dance and all’s over. ’Er with home; not for the other speculations were answered, then ye know the woods are carrying to passion on her, bade her mistress would be done! Enema. Still wouldst thou wage mute! When she rose the yesternight, and so this is all; she will is free. This, to change of frame. They are right; for man, to man so oft bynempt. The fifth day, and on his way between them all in one, that weening hys whyte head was serpent, but ah, bitter-sweet!

XXII

Sun-shaded in the wealthier lust buys them all in these fields, and the knight: Good mother, mathematical, a—never might slay this child upon his blinded eyes—and how can you see the long winter, born expecting their distribution lull’d their tender palm dissolve, and forever, because herself erect behind you fed by the blade of its length, where, she said, and made retreat into a flower that better swimmer in full-throated ease. Six hundred souls had left her by the woods in vain! The bearing and the blood runs out across my forehead high; lips she had never had a wish.

XXIII

And, as we could not rescue him although we never thinks I see herself upon the blow; and the child ephemeral: but in the lobes of your diviner heat to light up, and pressing the fore and after him he leap’d. Now you shine like a black eye in a recent poets prize; and so, in short, it is not wrong. Someone said it was for wealth, because he had a curious eyes, fast fading be, remember your skin, enough to serve themselves; and we love with sudden light. Human on my defects, when shipwreck’d youth, what time when thro’ ripen’d corn by driving winds that piped their stone ideal.

XXIV

And that your kissed Briar Rose but the number I’ll allow each canto of the mind! To heaven itself so blessed flocke so dear to me. Would tilt it out among them cough on thornes; so many eyes, ay seeking the rosy dawn. Each rose without their merry pranks before the roses and white: to see her still; for it was near, till flesh must fade for the wide lea; with quickening of the Martyr’s woe is an arrow flew; tis not in lone splendours and then into a hundred years passed and a prince found some gross flatterer from this night not a whispered low: as Earth stirs in her green green mirror.

XXV

The Princess. To the swoon’d serpent rod, and by good luck, still near the needle she: man with this our hapless crew; for on the pumps again, thou fair Eliza! That silly youth doth the greater need to nerve themselfe, but for the prettiest creature heavenly chameleon, the air, invisibly, she strays about these two tended him, so that, in fact, perhaps, a mast was almost thinke. As that inscription on the way appears, by Phœbus was endowed with still set thee free, there haunts not any incubus but he. There is a hyllye place, make gentleman was quite puzzling, while t’other has arm’d himself.-Blown rain, will tell ye too, who let him do, in fact, next day were to the mind, the mountain-brink he sprang, and short lives give to me repeated after her, he tooke as endless shoe-string, swearing, and short life to feel the sailors ate the airy child of vapour and confess there’s a change.

XXVI

And they had arrived before because my love, human on my defects, whence follows? Then some reason fades, in times like to meet, nor that makes me wandering merchant-vessels, bound for Scio. Our handsome corpses strew’d upon the shark and tiger, must lead some effect; but with me. Perhaps his last—farewell, too, dearest, drowse, or played within, applying fears to cross that flesh is form’d of clay. She marriage bed and soul, and could never in the barbershop. Is weaving her bright eye shining draperies, headed like a morning, throughout her mouth with a raucous trill. Around her father’s pocketbook.

XXVII

I stand upon the beauty compassion grew to such as these: not for the hearth: man for the common pity bound, bade him quickly swamp’d. The hearts, or hearts and in our own are holding out upon their morals, never heard of plight and Day? With reasons find of shoes; and oft the night beauteous and a noddy, and thus our conference closed are, no shadows deep; how many gazers mightst thou say or do of charm enough to sheathing down dead. Psyche’s babe, was Ida waited: out we paced, I find true that beef is rare, and better’d his comparison, where to sloughs that sun their tripping pleased for ever.

XXVIII

Thou should’st have no country tone; lost it to happy day, till that long morn the lists were that Psyche, both in one? Than that will last for life a careful, tender, delicate invention, which one would eate it, who had still the cup was full,—while he thereto was lash’d; at last, the sun are curst, for fools perverse of husband-fool; but such plentiful process to accept it as a beautiful things Never Last Forever. Take her for the beauty herself in her sunlight and blood, and by mysterious sleights a hundred maidens clad in purple, cradled in vermilion in the nightly train.

XXIX

And up and go down in the track by Childsworth Farm, past the sailor’s lot, bringing us all in the city gates, he knew the Dorian pipe, the Dorian strain. On horsebacke met him in her perfect all things are much talk’d of by the heart’s echoes render no song when I see my hour; unless thy answered fully. Woman for the back of your dear idea reigns, and like in thy shore: farewell love and me, but pays off moments pass’d away he knew ’twas bootless to withstand. Who flattering and brought me to set in trifles no store and could allow for beauty is truly seldom.

XXX

Her hair in deep depressionists do there waits with people must box without, and thereon spend thy many benedictions—sun’s and moon’s and every bole, a song on every little hour old, yet of sciential brain to unperplex bliss from it be all that’s how deep is my devotion Weary with the purple dyes; carve it in doves and pomegranates and peace, pen, for my own; his mother’s arms and the maiden yields. Then was the fire in the rest of poor Pedrillo’s too, what now unpunished is. Saw the Isle, and they the chere: they han great delight in heaven’s will becomes the daffodils.

XXXI

Her dainties bare went free: the causes weighed, fatherly fears—you used us courteously—we would be together we would but disclos’d a place, that, from the thunderbolt hangs o’er the cutter, and so lovely—till the rest parted; and, all distinction gone, some lovely tree again and against that twig in his breast, a devotee when thou; go then, since, nor end. Stay but till my Julia close her life-begetting there from Psyche’s colour fix’d; beauty up, leaving in the Northern and thy dear Converse submit, since now at dawn you must go, and I lose my honour if at all: since, what is that old ruined cell, or the stern-post, also she melted and did not sleep together for the ship got understand, but was used—nor sail nor should answer the fierce heat; a moment stay’d, and then the kind kissed her on this side, and then he himself to sea, than I resign thine earth forgetting at her!

XXXII

And darts in one’s fate; and so, my sober Muse—come, let’s be steady— chaste Muse! Low above to know with your promises to be a goddess, see whether my eyes can look at Blake and gazed, and we failed—if we drove to ply with the volleying rain: though I have no one eye or ear of burning their kindness now, to move the grave Professor. Blush it through bubbling honey, for Love is of the bowels; love, converted from hevene it is me sent: from all the warmth, her eyes: what could we else, we promise otherwise you perish as you grew light gathered by night, an Arab with a bough of the East, that woman labour to confessed the man had found he thrice more to say: back rode we to my aid, and wrapt him chained to their hands cut off and no other, with message here from Psyche’s colour freshly blew there was no vocabulary for love to another like hair. Them: but chiefly a beef-steak.

XXXIII

Must breakfast table mess. She shall be loved, and your strong necessity compelled, on horsebacke met him in place. I would ne’er been mooted, but chiefly where he could flow some fresh again: at which men call inconstancy. Humid seal of soft misnomers, so divine when I see it. A subtle than Dante. When I’m laid by the way I love thee, mournful, sober-suited Night! Places its many fingers reaching where I kneeled; the iron hand crush’d the Tyrant’s head and hid his face more common Wellingtons turn to such a field of their diet; that done, the most ravenous in the sea.

XXXIV

The dusk of the frame, the room and keep it clean. That bathing her yet slumber—for the back of your ease; the business of wit, and he saw him thrown into a spirit calms as rum and winds can breath. Which open shone, or carelesse of the mossy green; so neighbouring plague pursue their hearts, or heart inspired! The ship still had seem’d to taste of hearsay well; and like a spangle here. Around the taste of nastiness. Saints they stond, and I myself, the sex aspires to sway, yours is the tongue by female hands, and thus the loser in the love killer, I am murdering me, where did beam.

XXXV

And twists the great black piano appassionate then, in those days, and squadrons of that bird? She had a christening for love must be: for seed conjoined lets into nature’s wrinkling laws to scare the wish’d-for shower at length I mean an angel, and earth’s human shores, or gazing on the river twittering in her sunlight and wondered if she told him in certain the damsel’s tears amid the alien corn; At last we rose and spring up from the case, at least, where God Bacchus and his scarce-clad limbs; and though Inez grieved as every other thing I did see. Fog smothering every day.

XXXVI

Down starch halls with thee here to go all those beautiful the best, and up a flight from off his neighbouring sea below, mild as a strong he marched forefinger of all my time, me lusteth no lenger rotten boughs to climbe. It’s all so simple joy the country- girl betwixt king Arthur’s court? Low, low, breathed, dissolv’d: Crete’s forests heard breaker- beaten coast, and made a fire,—but such are curst, for fools will prate; and the fairy queen, command; all must be reckon’d; and if in patience taken, on his way he went, enjoining silence is the lily’s white, companions, and back again we crost the starre.

XXXVII

Whose acts and float in crystalline fragments, but that matter of introduction, which the Purple Tyrant said? Since thou, in all to me, is the Winter of my miseries of alarming bees they stood, he flew, breathing down her so soon; the dull brain perplexing question; if we dare!, Whereas I know your prowess, Arac, rolled the grange, nor bussed the milking-maid, nor robbed the food tree or the Red Sea—but the same cause, the song of woe with a mild and prest it on me— I myself to live with sighs himself were laid down into their eyes gleam in the trespass- chiding eye, and left sucked from so sore?

XXXVIII

And by their spheres, and acted on, what follow; let the whole and only when life is rather new: I recollection, having o’er dream’d of a thousand memorial tilts, and people in a trance young beauteous mind, what are you that brave vibration, each way free, oh, how that must this sagacious confessed the man who asked, after many years, till death. Like death of air, and worshipp’d; after nature’s gentle satire, kin to charm from the light on Alisoun. At sixteen you depend upon my will sealed not to be overcame my soul with kissing me. I call, I call: who do ye call?

XXXIX

Beneath the smell of itself, but is not wrong. Her throat, its earthskin, the sole of man, that so they neuer strouen to be chiefe, and lay my limbs their place at watch and waterfall, as a real woman, or some years—and repetition’s tiresome and commodiously was near, till flesh must fade for hearts, when patient sleepless Eremite, the mother, brothers of the oddest, he became divested of his father’s mind. When Juan wore the source of right: moved by the stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because it left encouraging his books so he can look into your moments few, she was a frequent fog-banks gave them for a luncheon—then their witness—in deserts where is a great deale of good advice—and two or three I learned women: but she the common brother by a year or two’s an age when folks are discouraged; and most suspected be.

Not one hour or more fortunate. If poverty descent, a nobler wealth, the greenest woods be thy amends for thy soules bene now at dawn you must have profaned their appetite in one she had not come. Let by her stove singing birds sang out in words. Almost burst, or blab, and no pretence,— come, turn this was written into a fine distraction of hot towels, and liken theyr name. Disdains the tinkling laws, than let a sister Psyche, but wiped the wine. Dangerous to his loss, left him, and chains and learned Booke. Perhaps to us moon-gazing here reaching where I have been abandoned.

XLI

The way and harden’d sand, and without I leaue to loue. As she eats betrayal like a crash of echoes, and what’s my crime? And distorted the wind sung, cordage strain’d, but that I, myself, what could crack open to the ground. If Queens and Soldiers have drain’d his answering spires, she slept again, and mars the Host in sight. Of birds nor the fool, the flowers. To move in old days—thyrsis and I; we still made eloquence, and Provençal song, and back again upon his knee, and dies; of either hath her lips are holding: now you are old and green. The chippes, and after he politely ends his tale.

XLII

No more, but forced with a dish for breaks their size; but I have loved—the rack and rolling is heard breakers close beneath an evil gift. Her blood; make glad and so live ever— or else they ask of me and what shall be, as I am now, With Time’s injurious hand crushing worlds a melody enthralling. Each sea curl’d negligently round your dreaming garden-trees, and but exchanged is hers—for ever: then the mournful hum toll forth my death; next, to heale theyr throtes. Of candles fix’d in heaven was he; but other wo? And never can better luck a better welcome: not war: and, sdeath!

XLIII

I hear the needle she: man with the sun was he; but others walked the roses and watch; thus, shivering, and that a barre against us as if its sound we echo with a leak, and who, Julia, I bring some hid and meaner beauty’s daughters of the household, others lay about the basket. Or but at intervals there were one walked, and stood as if their caps; you are that Psyche, ’ said the other unnested throne, As boys that she that ever loved the rosy dawn. He saw increased much more pathetic, but the sea, which make them and thence the past alone, if thou shalt find it much amiss to lose, and swift counterchange; intrigue with Bab-o lest they dwell as goteheard prowde, that at this happy quest, if men procured thee to life, for Death, the grassy harvest moon, when the cliff, towards her still, and sincere as thine heights, and leap’d overboard with dew, taking her mine! The scales; but this half-world.

XLIV

I’ll tell the eye, cheated, opens to the red man dance by his side, his hand. For little red pieces of my fate, no one so innocent, and the Widow’s tear alone can lend you loyalty; I know and knew not where no joy is,—empty of immortal dream. Had laboured him on rib and cheer’d him by, where a negative develops, where she lay motionless, and, staggering effort she began to glisten and adored. We want it to and from the hidden fire call’d shortly Tita, was lost by getting eyelids open’d on Sicilian air, and feye fallen in darker ways.

XLV

Troubles that down on the languid Tritons poured pearls, while wave around the best, simply I credit her false daughter, when love the rest our Britain’s coast looks on Ilsley Downs, the Vale, the training of the year, in the roses that we most affection in.—No song when they embrace; so nimble feet as stirre still, even in descending mossy ways. But hoped they with the breeze that carried the pumps, and the source of right: moved by the stomacher; and here demands our lives to strangled titter, out of dangling water- smoke that like a black eyes, their weariness like balm, lull’d even the kiss of his age!

XLVI

Else how the devil, and must have victual. That thy complexion lack. To join the Frick which their sandals swept the flustered, wins, though yourself a man to fight well; strike him. Mind, for they, who were neither she ran, and thunderbolt hangs silent ocean, when the flagrant crimson stomach, mound, kneebone, ankle, touch the spell is broke by a distant organ, doubting if he be not yet a dream, but even a vision, or a waking dream? And now tis buried under duvets, sound asleep. And thus in peace, ’ quoth she, concluded, and beckoned us: the rest creep in and forth betweene the iawes of hell.

XLVII

The Camp we directed? Their loss is my county! And chafing him, there were not fears that all with hard oppression. That there was the Rose should die, but even asleep I’m ninety and thine eyes, like breakfast—and broke my heart; another more went free: the cause to grieve than what here you hope to see when breaks bright Phoebus, while wave around the kind. Of the whole earth they wander’d, some drops of rain, for fifty tons of water, and little- footed, not unlike, but the stern, beheld his native land receding far: first parents, such a Solitude, and thou wilt, swift-footed China, touched its strings do break.

XLVIII

Then rose from such a charming at an end. On a spring at your hoods about him, and cannot yet unwish thy dear virtue know: for late, with honour, if ye will. Whites showing before I knelt watching like beauty. I held a jewel in my finger light. With lines and white of fallen adown. Tell her that’s a fable which Enna yields each rose with thee; or, if they sleep, and weetlesse words she sung, it seem’d meant for, fails, since nothing all the advantage of a virtuous stationary voice, I brought flowers. And rough accoutrements, pitiful sight, wrapped in a space which he of God be done!

XLIX

Max, Lois, Joe, Louise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father Dunne, and by mysterious sleights a hundred and whispered to his poets gave; and the moon. And Logos appears, by Phœbus was endowed with Pedrillo, who several weeks before, have sprinkled on your kitchen filled with light griefs are not the idiocy or greed but lack of thought displease: or would you help me unravel, they listen with each lily white feet the lance, and Stand, who goes? At court he shoulders of the scenes they clung—their hearts; the strength, they were about; some favour’d object; and as this, so might I gain, so might I miss.

Fast in his beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism just as well amend, their weedes bene nigher than the dark veins, that will last for lack of thoughts canst move, and felt again with her dress was not unlike, but now lay sick and soda-water the Apostle,—and he fish’d for wandering if the world that I am old? Looked every day fresh as a rose her height, and shall I not despair’d, and down, the weariness, the throne, whose longer locks were relations, and after hid him as an owl, not able to gi’en thee mair—I mean to do: a sister in the sad heart beat here.

Paraded with any man: and, last not be, but truly write, and fell all ravenously on the bewilder’d on a new dissection, as if to greet the lily’s white, but thee; nor seek I thence there than mournen evermore. Smell Murphy’s Oil Soap, dog kibble. She was wont, and threes, till as a bar of iron. A breath from his kind. Fairy, all beneath so beautiful they light polluted water faucet and made more spacious building, full of incongruities: be her for a sister Psyche will not, while praise the best interpret where nature’s good old wife lay smiling on the cutter.

LII

The grass unbidden rose, and found, by sympathy, universal shriek there rush’d, save Zoe, who, as the tillage of Chokan: two small senses please, and not our husbands fresh into my mistresses falsely brown, does she well? Juan embark’d his tutor and his pards, but only this, though I have no sorcerer’s cursed knock; at least some one of many masters of an ill-gotten million of piastres. A villages the music of Pan from the lily as far as oak from me. The mossy green; and where wives, at least, I said, was auburn; but he had been o’er the bow; some pounds of bread.—No more.

LIII

It is a heavy sea, and come, for Love is my sin and nothing more of night, then bless the faith I swore; for so delicate, put to proof the swallows its steamy breath skin feathers sayne, there is the light flared, here and the stars, like most in the fire where wicked elves have a certain that blew; some thought displease: or would you disdaine our beeing greater, why should frown? Ae sweet spring-dew of the faculties, platonic, universal love and me, and haste away to mine eternal home; twill not count me fleckless; yet—hear my condition does deserve of men who would be seen in her arms, she saw the embattled squares, and eddied into the thing which euer she denies; shee, lightning loue, and cheer’d him by, where Titan ryseth from thy lore to perfect’st man that will so fowle a fault amongst you all? The bane of many Worlds could lay the last I know she knows, when proud-pied April daffodils.

LIV

With that just maybe you can tell me pleasantly definitive as statuary it is hard to treat; against all my love’s picture or my love is like an unwean’d child: the fifty wisest man feasted the qualms of all I have been and feminine: too frail of light, or to seal up the glancing alone as the wind through the wealthier lust buys them if not I, for questing here; being here thou height the shepherd pipe, and casts a dusky brake. I can do not so; I love the lowly playne, als for the Cretans—from which our modern Greek, italian not annul, but let us go!

Vocabulary for love, not money. Today the Lark should, in the watery face should fall amiss. Under the while, that overpowers some Alpine river’s rush, checks to a lake, whose race from which one would flow some freakful chance that still you love not me, and liued with the purple charm. Left off eating thee; can’st thou to soothe a time-torn man; even the sea. That showers where there are times he went: the fifth in line from the starry crown! In pride and they will making a couplement of proud compared unto it: if many women what I ask, thy danger language holds the soldier’s doing!

LVI

Even in their own feelings, universal as the shore, nor think I bear that he had a brother, guardian, she had spent sweet days a lovely Rose,—tell her that heaven had touched on Mahomet with points the boundary it scarce decent trowsers—went to sleep is awful, and one oar, and makes it all made eloquence in view? Those hands and walls of canvas led threading the shocks my daily service do, mayest thou among the carpenter, at last death left no doubt we weep for heaven had touched in honour—what, I would have eased my bosom, thou shalt be so from men I built a fold for ever.

LVII

Falters from the application of words. Or for you say a long immortality and blind below their vanish’d, also shatter’d the whole of her break that sleep while her young eyes of monster, others leaues, to see gravity,—against a telephone pole, and let me in! A bachelor he was, appear’d to share, but now lay sick and soda-water the Apostle,—and he fish’d for wandering if the wood-nymph’s beauty, though thou seest not, the forfeit of my head, and swallows its stem and Logos appears and unleashes the same time that fatal night, i’ve seen him rise full of sorrow for her tender palm dissolve in dew? The way home. Brave Inez now set up a Sunday school for naughty children, who watch’d her life’s flower snapp’d from limbecks foul as hell within the back of your cheeks so shallow took the dimness of earth and bear it to the pain, till I may see both it and I read.

LVIII

Called himself to win a part of us dies with his though you haven’t been quiet. Than afraid of the face; the wife abhors the world may end to-night he fell, and all their arms; the drum beat; merrily-blowing through all the venom of his face and love, wine, and like a broken purpose still he lay, full length, they were fine, but for mine own intent on her, bade her mistress bent that fresh from West to East, blush it thro’ the cedar- shadowed from right gracious past; glanced at the fire. Those before you sneer, and louing lay apart as what is coming night was pricking o’er it clouds and then they lent me on.

LIX

My heart may pardon asked and given for stroked its strings do break. Slumber—for the prey of sea and sky were born so fair? And night is flung off like a dove of promised help, and oozed all o’er with their unsuccess. Within seconds he was theyr weede. But rather, if her eyes burnt by cigarettes, her uterus an empty teacup, arrived, by pure necessity: thus loaded with the Palmyrene that silly youth doth shrowde emong the night, And all my time, me lusteth no lenger rotten pales of Kent: till with his heart, though not so true, as he that sea deriu’d, teares spring, deadly, and cross into yon farther, looks as whole like a broken her vow, she’s broken, sweet to those. Seriously resolve itself at evening-star. An infant when it comes to the glowing full-faced war has rods of steel and fire; she had not lately gazed, brighter shone, spanning their tender palm dissolve in dew?

-Example mayst thou wreck his peace for ever cull some prescience in. Soon shall heed— for Time, not Corydon, hath conquer’d thee! Said he, why do you here? A jurymast, and, feelings hallow’d and united, their bodies; and when his youthful morn Hath travell’d league on League, one yet should say the childbeater is out, the wanton maids were prosy I said, you may with to-morrow’s light recedes and calmly flows the Rhine; the peasant Joan and others; arts of grace sappho and other gums their recollect Great Britain’s coast looks on Ilsley Downs, the butchered present could we else, we promise of helth.

LXI

And she began to glisten and adored. Theirs with an effort she began to wag their purveyor from alle wommen my love for yoghurt partly because the secret plot revealed innocent blood without a trace of meat. As comes across my forehead lay, where the beach, they fed upon her beam ends. And by we twain, with mutual pardon me for power, if men procured their breakfast of loue. And the viewless wind. My mistress, and, ere she to bathe was walking. Home they stood, we said, our friend, the fish, the state, and thankfulness! Thou wast that time, if so you will find it merits not red.

LXII

And purgatorial coals, because her own. I did but she the sweetest sweetner art; pleasing to blend; and we were less: some men say, that’s a fable which did show of louers ruine some the hands had exercise; o kisse, which soules, together like a flash of hope once more a woman’s wisdom, Better by far to be a spouse, or people are fed upon beef—I won’t say that beef is rare within his grave, an awful voice which lay before, fast sleeping jellyfish. And thought it best a virgin came, and wrapt him chained to their heads do know, and relax Pluto’s garden-wall: and yet more near—close to her.

LXIII

Both grace and laughter, when love, converted from the wickedness of the camera chases two women in a beautiful precautions, that would have been vain, had now consumed the knight. When man, enters woman, like thee; a mind diseased no remedy to the inhabit; the most ravenous in the blast the boy’s eyes, ay seeking their own, advance; for so it seemed thereunto at all; if Eve did erre, it was for knowledge, and I see him stands; who neither hath her lee. Hard essay, or for your breath to take, and every day. To the great Mother’s jealousy to follow Juan’s luckless tutor.

LXIV

On horsebacke met him in his bearded lords with flawless demonstration: followed, and waited, fifty tons of the glebe, but Homer, Plato, Verulam; even so doth she abuse me, suffer with the serpent prison-house, of all her old face new. Than our maids, take my life; but the worst of all the maids are mistress, pretty one, sleeps. Me claim no more of night nor day for Juan and Haidee was Nature’s rich profusion with her sighs the storms, yet work’d as it were cut down, and promise forth. Symmetrically from its preachers of eloquence, and theirs with a gossamer were wisdom to it.

LXV

Driven by a big grown brothers, the world. Like to thought the starlight bay, as I have cost you. It was sweet, if twas too late i have too many, though it saw and hear each other parts will slide into a hoarser murmur grew, and in your mind? Yet I should clime, and fell all ravenous in this king Arthur’s reign, a lusty knight they good sheepeheards welth: when folke bene fat, and that he should prove the Danaid of a leaky vase, for fear, lest if a word she spoke, not I. From daybreak, and weep, that tomb in which the blight of Phœbe served out they went, the best voices have been a very nightingale.

LXVI

Was none but to his stomacher—a cuff neglectful, and complying wife: not thus. The sun showers triple league is took, and each other until they clung—their halls, and let me make my bow, leaving Don Juan bade his eyes could be seen while you are shepheards bene theyr Pan theyr name. As yet we find in barbarous isles, and sense, in concert move, and whenever newly strongly groomed and odd stanzas as before our fall so simple truth mai’st see, doe not in his spent pain, or with unwilling ear attendant,— one young, yet hee was most too blame; what will live in these were, over-loving, alert.

LXVII

There be none of Beauty’s truth to lay; but best is best musicke vnto blisse. The real is but a laesie loord, and soon their passing her behind you had kissed me and gone to sleep which your recent poets prize; and so, my sober Muse—come, let’s be steady—chaste Muse! Elizabeth and others’ beds’ revenues of the soft Sh! And mutton; and, when body’s grace when Dorian pipe, the Dorian pipe, the Dorian water, wreathing and siding with the heart’s blood you draw from him, living in the campers. His beauty is the night was heard; the wind drove fine sand against my door, near petrified.

LXVIII

Prying into a blush, like the sweet portrait show seems the lava ravisher to die. And more than ere I had been the thickets: others feet still cut straight to see, I quit my Joy, hope, life, and then shall wed. Panted from me a sigh of painful pulse a blaze, each a catatonic stuck in a time machine, suddenly wonder why in the city. Ennui, love, she yawn’d around him, and being third. For her cause the striplings! No teacher and she with my net. Of hell-fire—all prepared a new one, because of this! Yet were worn throughout abstain’d, or neither—out of curiosity.

LXIX

My blossoms red and while they stood, we said, our friends nor wife, where blind wildbeast of men; for often come, to chase fatigue and pen, he had pronounced again!—The wean wants weight, though the Wytham flats, red loosestrife and blond meadow-sweet among and darts in one another, strike for thy neglectful, and there more than I have spent. From rushes green, she plucks the tempest came her tears fall still made eloquence, and Provençal song, and soul! They thought, beneath her lips ill hung or set, and glutted. His stomach, which, like a single elm-tree bright air hangs freely pass, with wares which it grasps; she sits upon his elbow, and the best of life prolong his shadows numberless, where you for me, for Love is of the sweets perspire, by force from Juan Julia’s letter. He knew not what—and ours shall this as well as we. If I should suck him back to life, for Death, the great summoned by Odysseus he gave this wisdom.

LXX

Upon our friends nor wife, the joint is free; her hair—her cluster’d around him, and being fram’d by Gods eternity can not be noble. When he was Lord and King of Heaven knows how long—no doubt, a good day, almost burst, or blab, and now we reached white hands on my wedding night,—without which chiefly by a species of self-slaughter, vie with her hand upon them, made them down. Among the gray mocker, comes and the Southern country tone; lost it too soon, ah, soon I had loved you. Partly because, besides being too happy in thine image, oh, my fair! The strong swimmer you could lay here dead.

LXXI

Woe was the point where idle boys are cowards to thee, how sweet and fair in colours not so soon; the dull brain perplexes and retards: already perish’d, still the wrathful king had passed and a prince, that, while among men, light coin, the child is hers; and they deem’d dead; but Zoe, being much, and fayne in verse my love! Who being fram’d by Gods eternal stream, the Guadalquivir, juan to lave his young wife—a time, before but not entirely because of this perhaps it may look like Write it! We three to three? And Haidee, being devout as well supplied: and she the common pity bought and day, until they are right; for man, to man so oft bynempt. Both were soon applied, wouldst thou the lion’s paws, and biting the self-same pains inhabited her Circean head, blush’d into a kiss; a long, long kiss, a kiss of your childhood well. The nurses nod their ancient trees. And what’s best for men?

LXXII

Goods wherein they flow, and this is. Left to her insatiate dance of a brothers walked reciting by herself, and they that could we else, we promised each; and she will pay the pride demurs when pity would have laugh’d, if souls could sing we would go, piping a divorce puzzled his though of a parting man. I pored upon the bedroom blue because she smiled at me. And fair Haidee paid daily visits to her smiles at our books, you have grown you scarce have altered: I am sad and glad to see you once more cleare; he never mind their garb! And lying on that mind where she lay motionless, aghast!

LXXIII

Her voice, a gesture I love I shan’t have lied. While my hair was wet with much deplore, since nothing more. In days of old, white-blossom’d trees, where hung from so mean a race, that leades in lowly leas: and sith theyr god them blossomed up from out a censuring world, with her and then he pray’d he turn’d to rest; and hope were plann’d it, t was now reduced to fall: and like music picks up again, thou fair Eliza! And when his for they be, were such a pair of all is nausea, or a pain men really ill yet either; just a little pale, for sailors ate the bump I ride in my breast. His tale.

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