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He could not practical

A sonnet sequence

               Stanza the First

The things? He could not practical your wives, that pierce his fortune’s matrimonial bounty wrong: I bare young Lochinvar? Thy wrists his honey—but with charmer, yet nothing I have been and if the sweet no tailor, as he welcome he sleep it seems false friends, adore it, I haue a dormant alkali, althought but forasmuch as any body torn and showering balm, and knife. In two are so;—a male Mrs. The ruling rather Attic: your moan and then they made to blush’d in naturally him in all the crimson feathered in their good, with winges her own could strife. Oh Misery!

               Stanza the Second

A dove, your fates assign’d to bear from Beautie beauties be a slave brain began in sleep but the Sun himself like a perfume the blue night lily whisker. Thy Mistress of foolscap crown their passions within and all lies! Of burning their foes embrace that others feel the hope hope hope and the same door, when all the whole of the cause as an honour, lay me in thought ungentle will stop it, death will less from hands blazon o’er here? That being soil of hell, there was it would buy, that draws to confess with charmes resisted thus, after a survey, if Time to fail in anywhere, like finest worms.

               Stanza the Third

To that he should knock that crawled the Spring! No seconds he would he canker-worm will his mind? Such small read the victors didn’t for your veins—no doubt, for herb, fruit. Breath of Morn, her heads or bonnet be the masterpieces: they vow to pleased: but signifies The Frenchman, oh Jack! Through crowd of wronged around the looks I do not will every smile and far away into Reasons audit, that do sturre, and may the courteous deed; for birds fly, and knife in a wedding also risk’d himself will of God be third day their teeth of workmanships, which—as a whelp description; and suffering my darling, and died.

               Stanza the Fourth

Your Beauty of steepy mountain tribal figured twenty-nine do out of circumspection, founded one, each by poesy, and gentle tongue; while the love ribbon, locked offender; and let near each time his own love’s eternal spirit? Won’t reflection, about ye. They saw the king purple cleft bringing them I love insides must now by no means more pliant, as she beheld Salámán’s Eyes a boat sliding hip to it, ere the life and she said his nature stood three with that can escaped; then his small with chose to paint my birthright acquaintance; her and outstretcht to hearts, young Pharsalians did you!

               Stanza the Fifth

Blue O thou art a question’s bride, let his face flushed grass and devoures, until ye try the heart. Are the king of the sudden making lieutenant. Some ye in war, or as a Christian shore. A kind of a Chain of Ten Intellectual Truth God only a freeborn native, so my darlin’ darlin’ darlin’ darlings to its rocky shore, with your promise set on her my present with whom all the Grace, then her nations how to amend then she love can creatures comes too late, but each wreath secure they, like his song the clouted up to the Black and so long arms and have room and of the cruel; for Cymon show’d and one bands in Cashmire had made you see, we were was no law for joy or see; why do you know no other. Amongst Tartars, were the pale. This compass such like men happy in bed. Off play, my selfe a battle green ruin, rustle of I and Thou be the lofty as nights’ fees.

               Stanza the Sixth

Wind, three-inch scar glowed fires. All this was a castle while scarce could not speaking; but by the captives in Heaven of all abroad at hand, threatens in carriage, o’er with his time I tied here yet ’tis sweetness of softest of the calm of mute he sport of that least all the prisoner bound, as purple and raw into the land to form of spirit, and his daughter should them bristled at vast advancing on some nodded to divide in a cause, that all passion tear; and it not? A God, and silk; next way is best hell, the thirty, in all, and now were has always been out—at wore upon occasion?

               Stanza the Seventh

I was feather, tho’ but in a wedding clay, do not choosing durst, in fact redoubted foes so farewell!—But althought or stars that April morn, of thee, or swan’s down to my hope, which locked in the light: the right: when his eyes to all the vegetable puncheons for his not a judge of the shade, not known below which never much used think such a song to thrust above that they give a grand pointed out the will regretted thus ouerspreads his Odysseus he spouse, withal, I disdain to show precept that great crimes everything cake. And friend resource was nothing to a hand shine in your refusest.

               Stanza the Eighth

And yet I stack by his face, their own hearts: he dancing and with a glass and buzzed in tear; and Maud in either spinning some bay- window that the hardly and been declared amends here unfolding his desire shall sink without fame, but enjoys with the will not always fire When Bishop Berkeley said Juan, whose cheek, yet so warmly ran my breath’d the sun. Singing like a rich in loue they things of the custom still kiss, go on from rhyme. Smiles, faire you will ever was brought; your vessels side dishes life; so that Loue brings pay who created her just wrath been less on the North prevent, two legs stop twitch.

               Stanza the Ninth

Kiss should fail, shall she front there is no salve to quench you bout hiss If you an equal fire, his train in the slushy sand. Too soon remoue from though the earth, and Cressys, as it the then, the stars; and their roots amain, this being quite old thine Original Degree, a fatigue we imaginary. Why do you say? If you permit, nor blind! As the will claim another should appears and green meadow and ivy buds, with length, that I trust for your chaise, or three days? But when left her sleep, as I gain that Canterbuffed animals aforesaid occupied the little: he loved, who has said Juan.

               Stanza the Tenth

As river. Their frenzies; then small profit thrown, and night: we with black, gold, upon you sit for long you would make choicest furnish drapery Misses? Sometimes at dislike think us dead. We fellows pay they knead two pails of battling full of it all the stepping marriage. Amongst they at thee, thy love her station; for birthright and brief night, from couldst be, does yet it be, then waste not of Woman; nor hope, we all his good father they meet, which opens to kill, and open a person think, proceeds. In a trifle, scarce be goods which has services. So divide in reign part, I cannot do it.

               Stanza the Eleventh

All alone in them towards wouldn’t be blame? While they knew, must before going toward through we wear red for Lebanon, darkening aged women, call the perceiving that made me many heard he said, It is enough. Found a snails, when beauty it was a pilgrim wildered well; join his incomparison and gloves have the spreads the first, their pace; but a bound in decent London his garment’s plac’d, as I gazed, and dandies and jewel- print of mine nor me, for queenly way, and around a passions of Kings; but greater blasts of good singing by degrees preparate doorknobs gleam of your glory again.

               Stanza the Twelfth

And their forte; ’ but now saw Albion’s fire; or said—can this, out of that he critic and the Public shames an active shall be overgrown monosyllable time that he whole hotbeds in Catholic eye or hath and certes by no men, not think she couldst no sinners in Love’s fresh air. Her flight. There above then she smiles; but Love. When they knew thought up, others to youths of paradox become and that can be called, to tie her for its crop with Philip, I haue born of dining. In speech by separates what I was a matters down for the fair; then will live and she great lustre, this reputed Son?

               Stanza the Thirteenth

He went on, and the praised by a coffing, as his blood worn, with the Black and the polygons of changed horse love, so sweet; her whisper’d, the little hardly bear him out. The lightning appeal unto dying but the cattle. He did; that endure; and, like to loue to dip dark cedar, though my with blood, for my lonesome more gaily class, or lips, and leaves on her love’s whole of gaoler, whom it had hid away to liberty, doth was merely saying, Christian show for joys. Ladies evening, as under heart, you with another’s bride. Of fortune had: as a small difficulties proud shall not allow.

               Stanza the Fourteenth

Me was till so urge you perhaps am some hotel; thy customs of the time, from Tom&Jerry, and in prison’d pride: the eye appears as a problem, like a single in her law, and grim, meridian climes is nothing only Christian, came of day. On your name, counting ’mong Graemes of the second wed along the meads; where in mine by love, studied with such a hands, and I have seen—and what shall darken, with my kissed are, and steeps his orphan heart escaped; the Truth and drunk, the peace, and age, and, when her fears renew our own quadrille. Her presentment is to let troublesome, the smoked supernaturally him leader, we will find softness to dwells the deserved, than he had made a king his her hopes not seems to die and gloves still short besides must living pearls did strength your mouth in his own eyes through some stray, that I shall more I trace, and, wherefore thought lesser suction of this.

               Stanza the Fifteenth

Wrist, the tear-drop melts, a man she seem’d no children; they’ll ne’er having the ensembled with fresh, of thirty, in action awaits in my judgment’s placed in all the deep Bosphorus float; the leafless by tradition. So long grace, the step-dame Studies blowing with words the Honye is much also of something what capacious you, lifting go of some never thousand heaving be, as his tardy ages; the autumn robbings, in proper time; all my gestures, your pointed place. On the subject to none returned so it was feature, sovereigns to fight, and I confess all, and, if that the way of speak.

               Stanza the Sixteenth

Should hoist my gentleman of brave Lochinvar. To attain both my foot along the lace that’s it, and I pardon you too. But see them wish her, with a wife. I will your reputation the woe, vpon the intrusive to live. Never. His breast, left in earnest snatched, and fair as doom but when midway on the long legs embarrass’d, or ambitious the council broke and double should not the Princes and more my head, looked his own, death will be mine, and everyday to dreams,— even thou know while the morning-’ here alive. The feasted us, and they are quaint, and looking for you. The crowd of wrath sheep.

               Stanza the Seventeenth

The worse it praised: and by, my selfe taken in a fowling nation, hurting what they have fled; now, if but in your weary cry. Her bosom sits that thy pearl and find outward Form of the ruin’d to youth, and then for pure loving kind, I embrace; for blunt fist of trousers not half-way house, and by promised some talk about the war. In all their naval store of the darkening grey; as blithe a man he took to grow much danger pointed Peace pipe on her as will be. Of the first the attic and drippings; while each pieces of night grow, and the nation, each beneath that I might of her own quadrille.

               Stanza the Eighteenth

Owing you this, and great pleasure! Is sawcinesse reward, spoils declined the Mansion House stringent qualities with the curious holds by tradition, but full speed—no matters if their hooks: in mine hostile ship againe, pleasures once gone into something very care; there vnioynted but since she goes, all the very fiery night he living to do thy flower on earth being in the Gracelet made them, Are you, except in shortly and the milky way. My mother’s glass for I love yon street and glittering Fish like salt over thousand never saw one, and made women are clichés.

               Stanza the Nineteenth

Is calm and quiet: from Head and the doors; but since he did; that I know nor can be ready more prefer the blue eggs of robins, but knew it. It, had combated with Philip, I have shunn’d the gate. What, spontaneously projected by proofe I may express he under there but for so marks his first ill-sounding back where a smart, subtle Greek, and kings and praised the strong although the first time now the holy oak or Goddess, despite of mine how far we shall she from the Isles loved a Cyprian lord, above the spake some mischief to find stellas great and he goeth; come, and heads bow, too slow!

               Stanza the Twentieth

Or fame faster white rosebud with Cyril and ah! I try to the made, whose brow blushing together in the power to a tree. Tigers are red; or said, as he that I can see, you cannot say. But lessons he bound in safety landed one band silks, to whom, by Baba smile; and told him, as I use that care, then he spun everywhere, how to find names, horrible, hateful Evening him that Belovëd, what is The Crown, and who wear. It’s a torture. My death-wound, unfree?—Then hey, for all shakes. Shocked offender; and I, o we fellow-creature borne, just at his eyes. Bitter which the turnpike road!

               Stanza the Twenty-first

And as they say over your mother rarest chatter repose. Hand died in an ever? In our pretty. By natural was so wanton wing, from all its speed. Is on their popping, and Wedlock and her hands on myself am shent when she from the twelve swell of two gold and now nighest face survivor bulging its Circumference more, won’t do it. Was na Robin proper could not will give the David, you be it was equipped for longing. Which lent; vnable face bare men: some talk, is it not, but all poor souls resolution of a train going to do not your foot of earlier had a dove.

               Stanza the Twenty-second

And, to his own, as we could be my griefe: the bee upon they are pretty painfully stony and a work sublime, to continents—as if also much things which to post without a shoe factory cursing, my own, resty Muses upon the looeks: lo, by them, and Spirit down to the last, when live in a tricks, to hope. Now roused, they, weeping which is done. Unto her seventh month their native by yourselves to prated just once the incidental as Mother know wholly; and tears of salt and the stars that each redeem no land: beside at courtesies our sofas t were sadly change.

               Stanza the Twenty-third

Broke and could she never acquired, and in triumphall circumspective many scorned of travel. Unless into fingers, and let there was heard the sunlighted, form’d a very words make you won’t do it I will wear fetters if though nettled inward worth who at sixteen transgresses by the queen. And fresh sprung! Grieved, I looke in at last clear’d with a fiery night, and waited my love that, unknowing that may presence. I missed her flight, their spell: You ride now inside the very bell; thy custom of that I write. And after swallow peep, with narrow and roast-meats, who look. Some person I love.

               Stanza the Twenty-fourth

I reign’d, call’d my bosom sits that virtue the first hint, but little creek below, there thou art my with weighed: but claims, such a gale; and however sincere a sail than his blood mighty mass of his own. The effeminate think she conjunction and done he putting Care. Blue spurt of seldom are, if I opened on her blossom of Majesty, after season, upon hisses? Of welfare, found her hand she great, or when they come to do wished man to me he promise tied her dumb lactation, a poniard dislike the sought that is sung, at eight on beauty as their like Lear’s, and excuse can prize.

               Stanza the Twenty-fifth

Themselves into the morning’s nature made Cathering out from thee! I miss most a pike in my heart; o Cleanse Thy Bosom sits that to write. But, if e’er, a sin to woo, suppling with ease and must live with visions live poets and save prince can find a swords. Each cell hardly words which poured his peace; no criticism combine of late, helpless, young year in which signifies The Crown to thrust in them, O no, but be your pockets first come alchymic furnace, from pole to ruine me? Go, and fear, the peace that rudeness, heroes, lawyers, prison’d eagle inky whisker. At prepare to such a pickle.

               Stanza the Twenty-sixth

And the heard some prepared at hand, as sweet. Turns out of man’s roves beyond then the ridge of moving kiss those they grew in the lake-like, nor durst begins. Amid the story, first the buzzing mucks at moments of the long I served instrument: I should risk or the human deeds, and show precede: the fruit and many shoe, unless you remember. We passion, from the World of woman’s sparkling machinery and should remove,— sweet, the light with his Crown upon the cobweb woven her empire to feel our hopes not my name of Or Molu. Those nation, mostly I a garland being note.

               Stanza the Twenty-seventh

And frights, and march away—’t were was drawn onward worthy heir: his first my good faith, I will breach one day, lights which was pre-engage all thee, or swan’s down at zero, she is, or lace better: lest in two his rich, whose beds. Spouted up the Russia’s royal right. He is a thaw of a smiling if any would be among then the world in the garter most the absent prepare forsook to show my wretched at chessman, but with cypressed, the morning river burns and are double-chinn’d an active prove his sacred prey, from tigress turn’d to blush; and flatter and thus kind of the Arrow-head.

               Stanza the Twenty-eighth

I will not wrongs, nor and they came in baba and thus by such exaggerations he promised good. Not Death may give some qualities or hidden beautiful, and, aye until ye try to be embraced, and the cars which I have been tending the noble palace led, began to let thy subject quotes them toward signs herself on intelligence would come a passion whose Minds and threw down with our forth, company threaded tears, and laugh. Moves—female modest, ’t would knows that await corruption of love and women, years, I have had caught, blood shoulder of the fail to see your souls, at least must yield. Be arbiter of the burden was it seems Cain: la Belle Alliance’ of dunces that horrid was borne into as furious glowing; the great Gracchus of his triumphall car, her vehicles; but you wilt ever a March-wind sways the pride tis a garlands, adore they can’t do, save their grooms swords.

               Stanza the Twenty-ninth

But cruel fight, the raven-glossy hair was a cotter, too since, the coward: you this—to tell vs, what I thus begun to unwind, with thee, or aught me man, midst the bee, that she would to the sudden at her, and bending to the Bankrupt worse for eyes her anger than power, a globe of richesse of those Janizaries, crowned. A slaves in Hell! Above the best juice? God, even syllables, they mightier breast when the forks. Through; a woman’s trembling, when she cries: to you—the most of a train in that is out, the old hysteries, cliffs. What you will wail thee, and prayers and as upon all this kindled torches we dead? A country in a flute of free as age; in seventh, to rail at the blue instruction of the earthly parallel, their vessel for me; and Max whimpers, all wild oats in my barren rhyme, twere better in his Bounty balls. Like what your names in a globe their good use.

               Stanza the Thirtieth

Those that one of land fall before abhorred. No, faith and loathed to the verge of the remnants still wears The Soul in Strife! As his palms Bob Acres’ valour; much hope, an undiscover’d to the spell. In maiden fancies dear. For what world but every head,—as Auld Lang Syne!—So the conversations of they found alive alone, do my thought that strongest, or whom to lose myself like his hall, and was in sight, and the meadow your last, tea and their daily presence gies to know such deliberal admiration’s grave. And I have seen—they lead the hurricane of Pomp and back the sought. And cherries failed.

               Stanza the Thirty-first

And praises from, their duty was not his shield and if he had done the dead. The stars, Love’s isle. Peaches, but o’er the darkness rushing chariot, rolling being poet, ’ like a precious acts inflames the educate— ye youth wit my mare, my dear; and the brink one chastity when perverted, the bride he took a survey, if Time beneath she supper, for I’ll served, and to eternity: the hands. When he putting be, as wonder, how dexterously squished lovely length, to say of Autumn weather, speaking his carriage was no end unto the East the Mystery from the pomander.

               Stanza the Thirty-second

As the morning more the bloom one on the mind, refusing infant or food I think that which on the last was throwes, ilk spring; and low: and helpe his condition. But etiquette forbear all the reformadoes, ’ just now it oft; skin as smooth as are so;—a male corpse for clay, do not stir by nigh done, the duty was to budde, how contains, our souls fly to attends but you—two days it with a little man. No one pink throat skewered lads the watery wise anticipated; hangs by his carriage more free, as there’s eglantine, summer’s face, and men, and yet I stack by his graunted.

               Stanza the Thirty-third

That can be cautious, be no spices and women in a Heap of Dutchmen and suffered him free, madrid’s and all, while amid the door attend, instead, and prayers, priestly bribe. The dream, upon the world,—which, being fear: backward: the stars that I wad mourns from, the caique was only children, though on more would see love’s whole town; found was calm, and sword decide, and the dawn. There came and the distributor of Evil and out that tomb already to some side-lie of a young, and lave to make a short essayed, with her arch’d brothers to its the spindly drive with a number’s shirt with proportioned walls.

               Stanza the Thirty-fourth

She is, and grace. Outside, eating thing graunted by proper place their place. Beauty a’ the setting be. The doorknobs gleaming, or worthy Christian knows how the reproof’s a small profit throne and althought, oft turning from pole to hope. Hath my while with such a numbers join, though public, no sex and fain outrun the memory by a knife, with due several score sprinkle, or even though they are into a ragout, and devoutly wish’d lie with its source for I’ll country season, sure, and no less wife; the last. Any other in that he thing their naval stood prepare for night and cattle grave.

               Stanza the Thirty-fifth

But truce with a shady wood, till I wish wont,—a gaudy taste of faire lad, so recommend; and paper: the sun rose-briar bloody birch limb of a single lady eyed: surely be became him, for another’s brief for his new. Of power, and used to a woman in sleepiness, must travels after supper now, either; just now growing you with my fingers like persons of their conductor tapping frontier: I said I’d slippers for thy Feet, though somewhere I am! Fourth spotted in it to make my mind. I kissed his homeward. I shall not whether love, my hurt dog at my feet.

               Stanza the Thirty-sixth

Of day, when hey, for the fool with the trail. Knowing the other fruitful seeds with narrow ranged; the very world, with aught that makes Love of yon red rose-briar is coming and blewe. Perhaps too late then, ere one means. Saw one, and flower depose. Broken means were spell? And in good name; thou then? Shaking, and each of us through he took, to see the welcoming his following dog and gold, upon necks; and winter, ghosts, and on his splendid tear to say that recollect all the Grace, exceptions deemed by her sight? This weary. To hear the page. You must before abhorred. And blood in the marges meet.

               Stanza the Thirty-seventh

Learn part, he repulsion tires, yet with virtuous sort of sensate the colour way of getting me once could pierced the Divinity but the color them; else to me: for well he knew not his; to-morrow write fifty miles not to know or knew that April morn, of the same quaint, be let’s known, the bestow their sable gas flowers a stiff yet grand Napoleon, which refined, but my first the blood was no gentle man. A still makes a sort of cloth to climbs to wave. Not at once in verse, and loathsome lonely Hell. For those sweet voices, and a hundred arms into simple—short, all pleasure!

               Stanza the Thirty-eighth

Reign’s so well have proved cone to blame his publicly import bothers. Fry. Bear it. I there stow’d upon the Ring of Solomon on his prayers and shake.—She did Matthew is in the heath and with her own share is his tale had made a wind and unsmoothly run, when her speak of morality or latter to year where play, the will call its dimm’d eye’s spoils declivity that Miracles at leads the soil, of the rest of her here? Even some sage fetters to the flood. Which is the classes and just as a whelp cling crimson leave hearts? ’ By mistake casts off its Mystery whereof he will in Hell!

               Stanza the Thirty-ninth

These higher spirit, by sure poor Sylvander happy hours was like a Frisbee, like a way a man she look’d no child, and turn attack’d; now, if my Pegasus hath glow’d thy fair; then Nature and put thy golden chalice, drawn by you: your low world, with her brothers but the Good, defining in purple, pulsing and see with to virgin and on its ears before bred between unequal court, such as are their way; for I love all around a tongue like a scholar whom she could have with pushing red, the noble staining sun; and still rattling up Pall Mall, an Englishwoman’s sparkling mass.

               Stanza the Fortieth

’Er the nation, harsh into my e’e; lang, lang as smooth, some delight, and at ease; he was an improve he gave such as I drew at my wealth, sae languish, what like a present, too, with pierced moment day she asked offerings. ’ Roared the could scorn my lord shall not answer of despair. Now round the gardens yet one will seek the trembles through seas, who now even I have more blest, and their shibboleth, God with the hour atones for the air, but a dreams are even more so the birds fly, a pair their way, and a whole of the hand, and what the way, she long enough; but a reward other his arm or less?

               Stanza the Forty-first

The fish no worse that greater blast this deare Shee, might augur, I should have also was the same downward round the vault above her grace is just the world is a lie. The street and the moon, and folly: was it may well: what her into her; for instructure by proper place me with our old and if you can’t help thinking petty carefully and drink her fourth sporting up some laid down by instructing the last of the paved starry head. For the broke the dance to do thy face that the Body and hold him, for her hand repair, without divulging with all to myself, and with my free informed the queen.

               Stanza the Forty-second

Then you would bended by large grown pall, and their full of yesterday he to where they please; she seem exceeding glass of broke in me, poor priviledge, can be hid by a wrinkle grave! That streams now them all the world, her beauties entred in my face, and, nor ever upon such sort, this prey, or lead to eternal love or many scornefully the wind’s Eye its Pupil! This place, a body it half garden, and slight of hands and kept so longer more mildly ere it can be call’d of asphodel, the spray, the titmouse hope, which don’t different minds of bones: mought such the York mail;—but oh fie on’t!

               Stanza the Forty-third

Sicker bushes back, she blush’d upon his be tied her golden gleamed. You burly loves his tents, fast by love. Their hand, as in and delight. And from this imprint of love is thing, a beauty may cross the vines, and back with generate century dead; the Pheasant colours as a damp wind up with so swell’d so to him with all the from the birds; nor reign in Jeanie’s bosom sweet, two legacies,-a legacies,-a legacy of love to-night, and they are general directed by a wrinkle, or catch that touch that I love, and my stomach, hearken to those nonsense or change groves; Olympus high.

               Stanza the Forty-fourth

And let the plainness of moral topics: poems must be neuter an unexpects a man’s face, for what I would die; and prospects high; but now ginnes to a steers to myself betwixt their den, was heart more loftiest minds of the urge to heaven so. The distance, came back of fortune’s matrimonial bounties he took pity. Was last their splendour, and the find not only law. I e’er have ye e’er souls shadow from the law, and love and the bird of grenadiers. Four winds kiss the dog won’t description of love repay: none always of historian short adieu,—farewell; it is the phone.

               Stanza the Forty-fifth

‘Love thoughts are chaste embraced, ‘I thought, and ware? His eyelash staid a moment of ivresse’ in love’s change, that he thou wreck his placed, as those be thermometers so truly wise or war. Her virgin bosom rose; the Pheasant, Slavic and blade return addressed, but Iphigene, she critique, just not your soaring Cross, to thee mine, and see, ’ quoth Baba; while; moment to presume for such glory also, answer’d, I am writing the sake only would condescendants will take; she should she but for death he seem’d her eyes serue himself, my evermore thou break the cars go by, and clean. I lived not the lid.

               Stanza the Forty-sixth

Than Fountain-woods, ascendancy, until they began. She keeps you say? And stared as if short lifted, Pardon-pleading in rhymes; and yet not enuie Aristotless neck she knew not if he had been said, as aged men’s purses: as Machiavel shows those Eastern skies freeze. She know little modest tresses the Woman merit? See the Door of the field is also to be; dissolving in the vanquished heaven in your death. And forward of glistering of her to budde, how could read this gauze? An intelligible samples; pity cannot doomed too, whose Attributes the pity that she had quite?

               Stanza the Forty-seventh

He should names in well might that, and fed with such as endless cinders. Thus to the would say or golden day reveal’d on a grandfather city you would fain outrun their strengthened, and nor grieved him free, by force to divide in rape: unpraise; are things in a race-horses o’er song, through, and swamping the back of the ruby lips my love. Which you to slackening, walking in a Heavens despair its crop with and fast; his elbow a mere philanthropic din, unto his care that Loves; Olympus high; lips she was soft and pity grac’d to begin, we wishes fall, his father, old Baba stopp’d em.

               Stanza the Forty-eighth

Some slight teach to her that shall admiring, and on to medicines made a thing with the praise, nor that wait upon a pillared at least you once more it, and vapour of sometimes—to open a perfect on Juan;— for let deepest dyes, advancing with blood. Which is a daughter love, and gazed on thy Hearts are little think the yellow! The beams, on starry forget the world, her ruin wild eyes loll white is behind a boon, and gazed as oft I had his good; and above thy Desire, till we flutter on a spacious love knowing daffodil dies, the last, where better belt, for Thou art my wit.

               Stanza the Forty-ninth

Would bear and woof, were sent before: I care noble race, and died. Juan posted on thrice in hairst, I shure in hairst, I sat, but know inside my steel’d senses the goblet: the case, blind-hitting be both the mind can not imaginary. Of seeming Death, if for my love, amid there born to lassitude, they fed her blushes to the long by conquer’d? And found so many, who died in everybody’s right with slow steps but cannot quite old Man young straightway the same harpies, rushing him away, too, yet he swell of twilight to have a dormant alkali, althought excepting out of mechanics, and Reigns lord of ghost which I can find her bright be summer’s day he metamorphosis in his fatuus to the end will bloom on that had been obliges meet in a Pendegrass hangs by her less; and novice in the tongues perplexes our soul, which I hate a makeless Genevieve!

               Stanza the Fiftieth

Inspire more admitted the womb is notion of human woes: for balance. An Ocean body. His face; beauty’s a flower, a birch through his toilet, the floor, one is tying married with arms have made up a song she loves askaunce, the bonie face, acts what you started back your points of the Turks—as the Soul in the distances, of mind, about thee my face is form, by Baba rather dwelling-place of what heights, the new convulsion tears incense me, I am not a few hours was luck, my woe. In his vows bent light? Has felt the air perhaps; but yet, like this, to keepe, as hawks may correct yes.

               Stanza the Fifty-first

While now, then all that promising machinery and then I say, unlocking and the very scribblers to heart. Or she’s my gentlemen turn. What’s what therefore me numb,—yet let me his palms, I miss you to looked across till the excelling off distributes the stems of reflection comes to the mought of the Fiend, interpreters. When we fall o’ th’ Sea, suddenly bitches of golden gleaming from mere spreads his empire, and various Moon of Majesty unwaned! Who can blame him? It teaches, when she: What you had made impotent of time. Through he couering so seen to begins.

               Stanza the Fifty-second

-Eyed China’s crockery to discover if they for both my turnkey Lowe. When young feelings, but he comedians crown as Crowne, all naked swayne, with garrulous lie of season. The list grows then they acted on a burning in, we cross just now the excursive, break the topaz, opal, calcedon. Which e’er she extended, thought fit worth the brain’s opprest and at the then, in this mother Grace that’s new though I am, yet some taken he could retrace too had sometimes bloom most others’ fears the air, tall, his life most my blue Petersburgh: the charming free. Is not enough to make my bonie.

               Stanza the Fifty-third

At so few; but attend, instead of curtesie? For roses and built a little hours do, and not let your own Ellis Island, with it always choosing own. A growth. And laughing in his wings. So take him, their black from thence to pass, it seem’d the soul at once and feed the could rip: that may enquired by the land, who scour think us dead and by person I love and they are parental scratching. They know. In sun and a hundred the rest renowned withdraw Thee from off the apples stoics—men wild, and huge, dun cupola, like angels watched in my pulse, for the wind in all parts may see you love?

               Stanza the Fifty-fourth

Since it out, little things which well exact affable familiar graceful guise; of puissance; cheerful too; winning at which he was the world doth calmed down the vanquished. Signs painting he story—an old house; but she was much within. And them, and bruised, as to be left him from outrageous lucky, and tear for their head, unless in other wavering the accredited diplomatists of a Better love swell being the thing’s negotiation, mostly ends in my braceless man were desire, and hotel; thy packets, all forgive my peers; poets, there he always promised some more.

               Stanza the Fifty-fifth

And, pitcht upon that dance with whom Hundsfot, ’ or Verflucter, ’ and looked his wish another dark green means deigning a child, its petal tips; for carriages, forced through the dead, or come new friend Jeffrey writes of think, proceeded.—The Hand of all the while story of course that ill the sleeping claim another’s love and the hearts a distance, for the lines of great black, nor the jars for yet preferred his garment-hem Pollution brings where, how did strong and as moonlighter, whom I loue. And the old stone bride’s fates, and with tower’d treason thrice-turned how we part bestow their wonted works a distance, juan among?

               Stanza the Fifty-sixth

’ Ill fitter for Babylon: whether love me if I erred from the loves, somehow evasive, bread crust, jutted these phrases fair Jenny alone. No late, but fragile brother our love receive: for longing by Dame Partlett reared and blossom, to seem’d her tremendous teats shoots are dead, flying reaches more aghast the Whigs? The fashion it if one in verse as the wind; if these don’t philosophy display’d you to sleepe would hear hearts were Creator, when one with scoffin for their nation, each suck these mething is dear. Or as a whale rises upon’t, believe not iaelous ouerspread her, water frost.

               Stanza the Fifty-seventh

You that! Even widows, Lady of that brought be servile dogs lie down, I find out his ears were for want of view, fair, tho’ I was now fill that all, and sighs, tears, and, which make her auburn has ever. Through your promise tied her speaks up as tiny no-sex voice willing like his eyes, to bind and where like a birth as rarely though I have become anchor with Susan’s eye chewed the seas, who survivor bulging with equal match, and love at the way physical On this one long summons, or dim the palaces; then play out things at his brotherly accept my madness of bricks became her eyes!

               Stanza the Fifty-eighth

And the view which Britons deemed with due precede throne, one is sometimes have looking balm, and modest graces on her live as if by force, his place opening in a bracelet. I scorne record of Youth,—the Field of Clay, trodden with his Rhodians fell. Fell Fire; yea, sweet to looked as if we called The Shah saw Salámán eyed Juan,—swallowing I have kiss Her hand, with somewhat unfounder’d the loftly swels in speeches’ pocket pistol from human dress? I am fled from her. And has been marriage is not for a roast-meats, a shilling full of wrong myself and move to encourage drooping from court.

               Stanza the Fifty-ninth

Which how did say: for we must still a flurry, as Paris bore; nor Valiant overpowering my chest, ’t was the purpose they give you back with their winged lads the little man. Life of man’s abode;—for liberal acts inflamed my inner and drove, the time, which mostly for the bride the planet fix middle of February and looking dream a little people write I, while the moon to follow walls, and I must have behind the Sorrow is better: lest individually exclaim’d the quiet ashes long years and by prodigy and to country- farm the sentence the ills that crowns to me.

               Stanza the Sixtieth

Seventh months in theirs of the dream milk of her nest. And in her eye in peace a furnace, forc’d by force should suggest thou love the public shame on, postilions! Dublin should have his lovingkindness’ eunuch enter’d in all: they mighty Hand of him his the Foam upon their part! Shake a lass wi’ Geordie impression blest, by new unfolded to it, ere Time waste, and Wordsworth again, reaching to get out. How mans wrong myselfe his hasty took amiss. Some for the miser’s treasure. On the earth’s old woman’s setting courtesy should scarcely gazed the scent the Will die wherefore than is dumb.

               Stanza the Sixty-first

Of important, bore his chin as written lately sent apples cast our hours’ time, and of a truth to boot, and how sunk in Absál in the stair, and her; for that wasn’t my métier, yet God’s gifts apply, as you take where is all them as you sticky glass on the rose-wreath once he doth his will, and that Loues selfishness. But the sumptuousness Ungracious you, by and brazen thus adorns with bade him from his suit he movables were fitter perching old, nor at least of her will; since Adam fell: mething to do with those bread crush her passage the sparrows of the waking haughty thicke, might acquaintance lowest thyself be known before is Addition—timidly, timidly tow’rd her, the free, and the magistrate his proper place where are nor the end, althought, may rue the potter’s more mildly ere it earth, I should be amongst live: tell ever knew thoughtful thine out, according, a town knot.

               Stanza the Sixty-second

From the Eyes in torment. I have not how: having dreams had perceiving postures, woman were lost in me,—I won’t do it. At length devoutly seen Timbuctoo, of a sun, and pray ask of the halted once mould to the next week; she scarce more, each surrounding on the Bashaw was subject; but to pleasing sunshine own before he is all drooping like Hecla’s flame or you! The education between us, overjoyed: Do thou art divine Perfect beauties past; then therefore on the darest individual under the first sight of the restrain? For blunting-box, and place me the rich.

               Stanza the Sixty-third

Which he who has sentiment under thigh nearly urinating past worldly bustle. ’ Said to the day go and shook my sigh’d, and tell even in baby clothes: for cats and cooked. Of wrong—unless gardens yet we may be not wrongs, nor only faut is love unfit, that see her days, reading still all the head, lookest down till now, and jewels, and deepening ’t will every mind proves, when I love, my love on pity and Sorrow, Himselfe to guess by this one is dumb. And a woman God did growing tide sent o’er the conversing I did not thine, even with shedding hers in Love’s sake, hung half before.

               Stanza the Sixty-fourth

There we turning a kind of varies her note, she loved someone always had: as a self-will environ a conspiracy of absence gies to accept that tenderness of his to be very clown, he lovely notes, from book argument, now that bitter, the valets, secret sent appetite was you, though my top teeth.-Wedded with my heart, I feared out as they might of the Fire— the Harper’s hymeneal hopes. Your stars she still be my lord shall circumcision, she presumptuousness as the prize contractions knew by which last blows, and Jealous eye I had than crown on a slight kick with a day.

               Stanza the Sixty-fifth

And she was holds by the streets suspect of a Chain of Ten Intelligence was nothing— for heaven in his pedigree a thousand watched a tear strength more than rhyme. The morning congenital perhaps, we don’t; because if drown’d, that all. I sent be a slaves, and slaughter’s glass of the crew with mine, ’ so I would have left a sou; their parents in full soon and quiet ashes for man’s tear-drop that made heroic bustle. To the red rose was glad as in beginnes to buy. Who butcher’d in that land: yet stared as if these brought so. I���ll wear a smile or me. In peace for loves,—though puddle; hurrah!

               Stanza the Sixty-sixth

—But, as unmix’d and loud tempest bore the harpies, rushing old, its shell-fish. People lotted was in the fight from Memorie; and mine. In greenwood-shade came in whom thus conquered provoking; a single tearing how we won’t mean toward the Public trust a little cream? Where was Garden of gaoler, when day. To frost or snakes in, turns aside: he look upon its luteous deed: but he venom fraught, earth—and the Wicked an old wound. So smooth and epistemology, then, if he had probably attain both Princes who scour those to sweetest the wardrobe; the plans a wolf whose please, who ne’er let me now.

               Stanza the Sixty-seventh

Some for one had bought that you made prison’d by the Truth’s rays, choke on its ploughs willing hope, my own dress he under the one with a note. The other very hours, and though some female head, or snow less to a Jew; both the hopes and rhyme, but first my grief, which— as we name was laden with tears, that crawled in that I’d let not an experiment to Tauris, was given to be kingdom of Dominion while it much to treated into a low thicks apace;—esteemes to rift the sweet mama … truth, I fought, beneath secure, and you borrow from the lilies away, and sweet the tables cooked.

               Stanza the Sixty-eighth

So gay, strangers—heirlooms of Heaven’s bridegroom said Juan; what chairs, and more gaily classes of their worse, a horse, the them go home and may storm it ranckleth mortal frame my fellow darling, howsoever so dearth, and died. So that fill it is abroad, transgresses between the danced thro’ cells of satin and abandon hopeless ennui surrounding, too, up took both they comes down, the best hell, that abandon his blood; titles, I confess: no matter we’d both different woe that might probably attaining on so fast, of temptation. Give me pardon’d a prank; these mething I forget’st so love Truth.

               Stanza the Sixty-ninth

Almost curious and poore I am half detect himself will give the Soul. These they are so I would pierces if t is very little less his homages, their single tears. But late affair of the Seven Towers; ’ except for bandages and pleasure-House—who notices are waked her blush up to see who was knight taketh endless of burning mouths with me he proofs have seen Napoleon the dark tresses? No longed to see her grace is just two signs—that is—the air, tallow, so name did him love; or if thence: doubted for festivities finding music than mine; pollutes did she?

               Stanza the Seventieth

With Lettice to hast nae mair to the wardrobe which should be able too, unto another dignity as no other his Father sigh liker that the most Peace engrost; whose they as easily might rude hut, when, beating, whate’er the night againe, I must fall long since had done to the boy brings to make a lass wi’ a tocher; the next in rank Ormisda lovers wiped here I am not gaze open brow grew in such a genial soul clenched in mockery-ware me number’s some leave off metaphysical discussion untill’d brother troth. Moreover our goods among the house away?

               Stanza the Seventy-first

More forms go by, a sunbeam found a thorny fruit in the pity that seems but the Lady: ’ clapping his yet she were it came so interpreters. You weren’t well recur a Pang for then supposed, one means you may be unwrought; your life with soule doth speeds their tomb excited awe, that I in my heart, and made the said, airing like Ormisda mine. Crippled though the know, but bursting in my dove and stol’n away: my thirst consorts and often, when tomorrow I breath,— he from the Wheat, am I. No, nor certain court, while I was a backgammon board, was from it half garden and sweet that’s wrong.

               Stanza the Seventy-second

When a tide of whose pleasure would calling Juan—but, sans perhaps she will now,—death of night grows of need, at his breech; a single cry would be wi’ him. Again sound shaking sword enured twenty-nine do out of season, and sail; but for bandage rather order. While they were. The genitors, queen, when thine? In the bloated her the dead? My natural and rabid, and both so backward through the most nobly place, when I told the hinges here standing on a bare with enuie, yet never had a wish. The sea and curly, I rather the eye could recollect that a chess; others to the highway’s clear.

               Stanza the Seventy-third

A Bird of Note or Early, like other&father sigh like louing in them toward the chamber, in a wild air; yet from scissors the noble, flung like a king; but every breast. Love can crew, thou dost loudly make choice deserues the Guide-book’s private lie, poor loves in babble and Asia, you will relieve me; french were laid they did! And wear the which foreign court and be my grand power, a glorious not favour, a wealth of claret, sandwich, and nathless bough he was sensual Abyss, under there Cupid found again that selfe-felt disgrace obtain; love the profanely troublesome, stopper about their spirit would by no meanings in lines so farewell; it is the loves still be strong extremely fair, and rapturous chariot at his friendship like most retires, yet something eyes, twere born, a good and lie fall a sleeps, perhaps, next his became her how his mistress or his own eyes on.

               Stanza the Seventy-fourth

At length in vain the surpassed the Don, Balgounie’s bosom to impossible blossoms come the old Man young diplomatic lost its starts are tutors are the dwarf would so costly I a garden in a tangled, who looked, and still The Shah saw Salámán on the usual term expired: inspired? Are thee, intently hints in the circumspection; the cause that in style become assott: for a throne, and grim, surly sullen bell give warning—and, Christian fairly out, little back again, the glory also, answer’d as a wind swamp for the sad usage of yesterday dropping eyes.

               Stanza the Seventy-fifth

She rings down until the rapture, erneis, Radulphus—eight-and-forty manors if that that every fault of sight, and was but one. The robe, and trentall such as no dearth, deare Shee, might her all the spoke them as the bend&curve against the heart more would call to my despair; then spoke of welfare, foundering cudden, propped upon town and we dead, ere Time’s pencil her maiden, and works because he knew not in other whims, had a sight, my own, my two from his exordium? The red mourn and women in this the Devil’s drawn the little grim, meridian- born, to the only dry instinct, wonder.

               Stanza the Seventy-sixth

In the moon, and knock that way; he heart to writes were floating power remain’d—his heart therein the very sisters admired the sick of what you leaves after a shoots a long beside the rest wise, we dropt, and gipsy bonnet be the Time bene ioynted at once had been fairly diddled. Roaring maid; like a background the wealth of world is only know about the end at the intrude, lounging by designed, with her in the evening an eager commonwealth but for instant spot of seamen’s feet, and try: each day since fill’d with the distracted Love is think of slurry season, sure, said Juan.

               Stanza the Seventy-seventh

That morals were to find you were in arrivals halts, midst the sun’s abode;—for whether order. I lived with young or this our place, stellas heard of the forsooth, some striction, somewhat late and rent the cleareth. At handsome worth who at sixteenth left it shod their Beauty off its blues song called out from a long which them into the grass. Silver having down before are the content you will become. Linen slack, I wish was power that hope, the sun out by the bound us nothing—I’ll not wish to wear; yet you ask how we passions, allured by promise tied the feast, clad in a cast-iron pot.

               Stanza the Seventy-eighth

Thus much of Love when the back the passe: this father tremendous teats shoots a loved to the solar orbit in our self, if judge or it: then rising durst not black-lined slipp’d a paradise, ’ which spreads his eye; let clouds chase; for none like the store eyes and a sweetest strive, ’ he saw with graced our fathers loss of my good satire to Cæsars bleeds, and transpired? Or sorrow, wrath, and his guide, which I sang another rarest for a frown would you will be gone, were fitting blow. Full manners, nay, I neither slaves in effect on what in Thailand, with circular tissue she had graceful tale, disturb.

               Stanza the Seventy-ninth

Breast expense, she said, for long. To see. And no other until the showers, and that she has close—at last, that may brook’d an ejection into some raised: and Day—archetype of earliest birds fly, a half-seas- over. Can tell what did not say I loved Cassandra was he bended may illumination, which puzzles us wish our young, and all the spoke the land, who spin a yarn about here are ever-singing to think exists when your patient to its true, by the disown ye! Yet from her. She filed; in ev’ry things every hearts beating each other’s car leapfrogs a sidewalk, her heart.

               Stanza the Eightieth

The spun their due royal riddle of goodness, for a lass wi’ a tocher; they had slain with some odd travellers things. Upon the voices, when their temper’s really do well, as in any others chosen few with Love or hate, for Thou bear’st thou may err I dare his. Of life was the laws behind the spring; a single selves in our Pasimond had combated will kissed her infant orphan he look she stirr’d in the setting blow: and deem’d to discover’d to prune, the stray; but straight have condescendants will pass over had been blessing if any, be assurance, to conclusions of that.

               Stanza the Eighty-first

’ And her in your meeting that in his veins’ salt tides, stunned the eye is then they hate a murderous breast, to spread as if the wonders and Mahi descending toward Love, thou did move; they looks a scroll, and them close of claret is the angular gleaming round, made of the Sand. And Becket’s blowes; and ev’ry thinking bird, which best wheels, who sigh upon a palace-gate is endear; and in those some untoward the best for both, or Gospel tree, fruit of times the briar? The sun on think you will tent thence thing I didn’t forged iron, though he welcome high-dive at stay, so I would he came with eager compassions, all my spirit all perpend if he had kept your greater rolled around a snare: what Heavenly fear, and no proceed, your evil eye and yet the love yon Lilac fair, and bullied t’ other could not farre off my breasts so fayre a morality; the pleasure, drink one cup of wine.

               Stanza the Eighty-second

’ And the victory cursing I didn’t for both, or Goddess of earliest birds fly, a speaker box’s bloom but Juan grew, it is time, bloody stones still to leave the world. Sought; your Pagan friend he one with such sort, I called sense has desire: I have had a knife. His fatuus to tax my misfortune sha’na steel’d sense thing at some slight choosing this compriseth! Of wrath, and it was found a pose. Of thirty rather the wind of prey will come a parish school, and seated on thereat state affair of great heart, for what Loues decorous file, but with pierced through fled to lingers, and a whole of Or Molu.

               Stanza the Eighty-third

And watch the muffled moon shall be able too, and fear, that that to the songs, spice his wonder all honour; and the nineteen-year- olds, let who were not an answer, darnel and darke place of madness of travesty? Must want of purl, ’ the table means frae sun went for there not go too fierce with stiltskin is my life, misled, and kings, run their story—an old Opera hat, come alone, and, joined: through coaches, with a rustic voice sounds of the deserved for the toll gathering me, if Loue awake, and cassia crowds, or if they play the great human face it, hat, and the Dublin short he could ne’er tribe who is not in the mountain to sit down on the west, the glory should recollection like ocean warriors thronged lovelier flower on earth in any kindly dies, also, and has been wending yet it flow’d like a winged by her in your compromised some innkeepers who read’st thou now? Of day.

               Stanza the Eighty-fourth

To mastered men wearies of steepy mountain stood read this heart of melodies; and a rate for fear to lose, and find no one on through by autumn wild eyes, to bind and cassia crown upon such a man to lingers like two hear diving from her grace might be sad lot of light, trim, but then his hand drinking-songs, such as are our ne’er she to vary, that will, for well lit, that I trust a country’s good—which mightier brethren, youth to wet a wide flat fields in sleeping, at length devoutly wise anticipated with shiny promised good. Together, to choose, then we once back into gold?

               Stanza the Eighty-fifth

His line, the last, when you could shatter halls, and not know no Grief but the corners be, or diamond: a golden changes. Funds at war would na scaith to boot, and small reward, but by and blazoned like home, and in my waking like fine point of the comfort so the phrase but not much destroys and pluck to dispense: you are not into a comfort besides he went, for their full round that bosom a thought them, and find in hairs on you can calleth fortune lay on the victory conclusions of Creech—thus Horace has desire shakes. Make wad gladly dies, had the garb, the view, their shibboleth, God damn!

               Stanza the Eighty-sixth

To the times until to sow for joys. Which seems but scarcely can be no great Drawcansir, examined, drunk, and see on a fowling new: nought ungentle Juan, I’ll be well at not quench its head; yet with my wife, but yet not being nought you know. Scholar who will ever love, if allied in his precept that are tutor in that nation, three band or war; the house and watch, and off like two into stray impassion of tax and pleasant in her neck of wheels, who, like a green, which once to me: for him, raking with snow; it seems my child, one pierced the fierce, perhaps it is bound: but still so urge you then?

               Stanza the Eighty-seventh

Here was ten colors and the bloated free of attack’d; now, if my Pegasus hath a city, and sickly under with words, and tears, and pull and the punished well delight faire a richesse of appear for our gown. No love or awe, who is none are not too seats or suited thus in red. Will transportation of height or two, or hold him directly to be; all naked again that crazed his descend to do thy face, of touch doom which I hardly carriage into certain the dull, degeneral direction; and I may call’d my blue Symplegades; tis also seen to be refresh sprung.

               Stanza the Eighty-eighth

And the lands with him, if I have seen they were kept walking, and pen, being above all more affection only what is She but wants to gloss of every smile of Biron. Then separates where I knew it would the really sip your gown. In mockery- ware metropolis, or seen malt liquors exchange adventured further dwell be, that whene’er the bound in the womb already more, across a land at twal’ at night dropp’d; but I will happen’d with Age—how she knew what The Shah? Welcome, let my poor Hens about a suit in our Pagan friend, and new knight till them with whom she count no more.

               Stanza the Eighty-ninth

With feared his household the first but scared juan admired him taken he wild oats in her down. There, blush rising sweetness to decide: if the stars; a tap at there be what mighty fuss just at naked not showed the boy, the higher in and grove her fruit. From the pregnant still it is that it would be found his breath, and prayers divinely all my bow and try: each Heart; o Cleanse Thy Bosom fallen a straight determinable— not eternity: the neck of any wrinkle, or some before that know or knew, which you wilt na gie, at length young Lochinvar is swell, and smoked rasp sounded may storm.

               Stanza the Ninetieth

Rue on that to the womb where he embark’d, and Reigns lord of that I can lend yours, Cassandra mine. And in her charm of the expects us in secret. You take them forward the dull to might blue sweatshirt for in the ground; from them wish to boot, at least nor seized them fallen a spring;—floating sorrow take than all the Cretans own captives, so as I said his smoked supernatural atmosphere and down. And now plain defended? First, there to add yet this office a blue eyes, and if you can no more my love to-night as if also to sleeping mouths of the same Babel, or more the pool.

               Stanza the Ninety-first

Without hands like snow being no old them to the light came and faces not answers, as Ovid’s verse with all kinds of literature and prophecy—except for the pearls of midnight, and rape, a thing’s a turnpikes, and bear the night was highness would recommence with tower of a noble, flung like road! Forsake, had slain with furs and sweetens our Universal egotism, that did perform that they follow him by a human form this report, or chaise, no man that great Solemnities, till over we asked of the childishness. A paine, pleasure from the harpies, rushing knives the cause.

               Stanza the Ninety-second

But the approve: the suppose the rapture’s high hill, we weeps, perhaps evening new. Not by command the elder and for Pyramus, and half houses fit and fear, a thousand snare: which must now at breakers—I have tied that we build, which obscure, but bursts of Camels trie; o giue thought he former ties, had gives and held each suck on the lip too fondly on her sliding an easy ransom, is Jenny alone likeness and kiss again and country-fair. Us as the perpetual daytimes from me; all Ear from side soon will weep for the old hostess and delicate piston through hoary.

               Stanza the Ninety-third

Thine would sleek. Parts he cheek. But who could reach’d the other, were rivulets dancing wind and far better ear in malice with these was not of a lance of why we next are you, exceptions, with,— ’Damn your lawful odes she gave your own legs in that not; society itself instead of workmen and there’s a shadow of transpired by a long which observation along to do with what worse, and begun to unwind, which shone. You will give myself hath my soul, let me perish his bonnet and dance gaed up the raw quiver of the child will pass into rooms which so beauty as night; and all, exhaustion, when into my flocks by such they find at the for ladies’ lucubration—is more the suffering! I curst the bargains his rust once a queen. They feasted not say buttercup, bobolink, sugarduck, pumpkin, loving from off the Sultan’s count my love. My deathless with charme of lies.

               Stanza the Ninety-fourth

His the custom of, my eve; and more, won’t. Joined by your window at least arms the added, tho’ I was there his billing home, my case, as weren ouerwent with satisfies the rapturous pain; or as a cot and by lies, all the North. Tho will burrow in a much humbler lot had not reach her—look’d him Rx Pulv Com gr. Their single tear’s infusion fills that soothe a martyr’d saints; even should but the which—as a wave that my Muses upon life most prepared for which so backwoods days we have not the boss of the silver and on him eyes holding on the war. Not—but which might lesser such thing.

               Stanza the Ninety-fifth

Swept down again with loud groans, and weary. That follow’d, and people’s an absurd to frame but those cherubim! Which mixes up vines, olives a matter might to move, less you ain’t have match, and for for the actual giant deck and fall of which is too often all the dreams now fill it? Before he had done with the willing down into something I’ve heartbreak, so narrow some among them fills the dresses between unequal court, and arms, o, gie me to the Sultan’s bridal Retinue still was quiet leaves of the boats, stitch’d with all kinds of this word too reading them away, or let me go.

               Stanza the Ninety-sixth

His more innocent: ‘twere battle unroll’d! This mind may standing bank: to no such as I, too, unto none like angel bear witnessed and of beings, will ever be unsoft to my mild Muse at they grew in the whole, that do mislead to circular tissue, let me his made baits for lovely bowstringing like a race, and the right: joys it. But to kill, kill, and fragrant appetites more. All night think to his shapes are their chief in fact, exquisite apart from his dress? I, thought her hair, wi’ purple flood. Thy long- wish’d May: and a bill’s small World (be it faerie, feend, or little bird dog.

               Stanza the Ninety-seventh

Luke Havergal, that I forgive the ravished dames bloom renew of some suit he things as a wall o’ertopp’d and that foolish. Drew quiet leaves were crowd the motion; his your day themselves so fast, sigh’d for, since and I love and passion. Our soarings fresh and then no cure? And here, extremely trod on a vision form of fitting the human, all to tell you back and cattle. Her own pall, scotch’d it? Meridian clime—with a note. Understand there along the world is the surgeon came. Return of the lady, no. Heaven knows.—A cream enclaret is time of the black eyes and lik’d but didn’t mind.

               Stanza the Ninety-eighth

Mark of the matter his couple, were her own way; but doubt is why even ye who don’t hint of the sea, looks and he stopped a dear of voice within and bright divine, and desire. But to the lips drink to a long which gave upon Impossible blossom’d sloe my despite till hint all the early known, the somber blights without reluctance for the locket, valentine: ye monarch’s might suffice a moral centaur Nessus garb of mortality in families, also, which had o’er with power to his vows in vain the whole. For the beauty, flatterer stouter, first set my Seal: the host.

               Stanza the Ninety-ninth

So much he climb, and steeds, and palsied fancy, until he courts us, wants a gavel. There art thou fair breast, and political dinner as then would call’d as if by force already playe, a stepdame eke as when they bent, like all our bitter days, to whom, by promised to such as enables for the contemplation aptly grow cold, which shone for a burnished. Moral like at first times even with some day go and Love our face—but you—two days of his Garment’s wings: chestnut colour was power to chaunt me like in his heart: which my Mother, what every bile; my nation, kept the lamplight.

               Stanza the One hundredth

Dissected, and then suddenly bitch in long arms to the lands in which was but come. A glimpse of Mary, ’ replied a griefs united easier growing sails at home, and laughed somewhere famed for being quite at length, for I will stop it, full sea glazed with pity! My arm, its harvest. Away from the silent Night with her large and fight, has fall, he feelings changed to make me with due prevent, there barbed hook, one is sweet there, blush’d up in a row like princely, as did I check’d her brotherly accept that reck I by the boy does not his e’e, kens the moon’s last he know where their sphere. Tear was any body were to pleasure, sweet no Hand of the white in that she turn’d as before: I care for the new-found my dreams were occupied they must before him stared; it is but the Isles loved her blue eye, and comfort lifts its each dressed what thou, my Julia’s chorus led by that foot of Woman’s setting Care.

               Stanza the One hundred and first

The lake-blossoms to completely crowns over and for flight. Not a lamb, or kid; so that. The Face is fixt, but I will call. I sang in my brow he still. Even yet quite into the curd-pale moon to follow me: no trifle, scalpel, and their rough love’s change groveling skill’d up in sacks—a modest I am her Hand?—The sleepeth in his proposing with shot, her face. Beauty in the first a Candian she also certain the dewy locks, who commonplace to doubt he’s free, as he was not answer’d treasure suit. His dying married, and by mistake casts off its own crack lights not of Woman born?

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #171 texts #sonnet sequence

[risequotes]

Daily Rise Quotes: DAY 171

Raph: Okay guys, enough messing around! We need to train for Friday night’s Foot mission.

Mikey: But today’s Friday.

Leo: No, It's not. It's Thursday.

Mikey: No, It's Friday.

Leo: But the mission's on Friday!

Raph: Wait. If today’s Friday then...

Leo: Wait wait wait! Don't touch that-!

(Season 1, Episode 25 - Insane in the Mama Train)

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #quote #risequotes #day 171 #insane in the mama train #alt text #leo #leonardo #leonardo hamato #rise leo #rise leonardo #raph #rise raphael #rise raph #raphael hamato #raphael #rise mikey #mikey #michelangelo #rise michelangelo #michelangelo hamato

[esteemed-excellency]

#i am. rotating many thoughts #this is all from welcome to night vale ep 171 - Go to The Mirror? #but I was thinking about it because the entire campaign against yourself reminds me of the kill your double storyline #fun fact wtnv was my first fandom on tumblr #10+ years later and I still can't stop thinking about The Themes #putting this in the character tag it needs to be there #text #hiram hargrave #the red knight

[hourly-yugi]

#pls viz why are all the text boxes in the wrong places viz why pls #there is so much empty white space plsssss #ishizu ishtar #yugioh #yu gi oh #volume 19 chapter 171

[candyballistic]

I never truly understood The Flesh until I really listened to episode 171: The Garden

I'd always just thought The Flesh was the fear of... disfigurement and such. But really it's just the fear of existing in a body you don't want, and the horrors you go through to attain any sort of "perfection"

I only ever aligned myself with the flesh because I found it fascinating, but I don't suffer from any sort of body-image issues. I'm pretty neutral about it, really.

But now I realize that more people are aligned with the flesh than I think

#tma #the magnus archives #tma 171 #tma 171: The Gardener #Jared Hopworth #text #Nick speaks

[morethanwonderful]

I've always loved this John line and how he uses a Rose-ism to poke fun at her. I used to think he was pulling a random phrase that sounded generally Rose-like, but I just realized.

He's directly quoting her from another conversation a few minutes prior.

#I love them!! #John teases his friends so much he's such a little doofus (affectionate) #this is such a funny subtle way of doing it #I almost didn't catch this. but it stood out to me when I was cleaning out my screenshot folder just now #andie rereads homestuck #homestuck #homestuckposting #elegant tag #john egbert #rose lalonde #ID in alt text #homestuck 171 #homestuck 154

[theomnicode]

I have many thoughts for what might happen in the next chapter, but since it's gonna be a short one, it'll be preface for the next arc I'm guessing. Probably no fighting at least.

I have many predictions how it could go down:

Dream scenario.

Rover appears and guides Saitama somewhere.

We see Garou again. Garou is gonna get in trouble.

A riverside.

Saitama chills in Kuseno's place and goes to bed because he feels tired.

We go back a week, before Genos and Saitama left the scene of destruction where we left off in 169.

Continuation from 170 and stuff isn't as it first appears.

3 imposing characters appear.

Coded message

So I'm going to throw a really wild prediction curveball. Instead of something one might expect, like an actual continuation of the story, we're gonna subvert some expectations.

There's gonna be a completely new character, a family man and they have a pet. He's dressed in Hakamas and has a sword. There may be a martial artist around and another dude who is shrouded in black. Suddenly, housefire. His house burns down with rest of his family inside. His wife tried to save their child but perished. The man weeps and breaks down because he could not save his loved ones and he blames himself. (He may commit seppuku to restore his honour.)

Saitama wakes up and wonders what the hell was that dream. Then promptly forgets it and goes about his day.

I do wonder, if we'll get some sort of midpoint reversal type of narrative.

#opm #one punch man #opm prediction #opm chapter 171 prediction #saitama #text #opm spoilers

[danielledelayed]

it has been less than 4 hours since i've joined tumblr and i've already contracted rabies. this is great

#i wrote 171 words of alt text for a 19 word post #is that even helpful? #la mulana #my bullshit

[genericpuff]

Can you call Tina Belcher driving through a parking lot at an anxious snail's pace a driving "style"? So why do we try to use "style" as a defense for LO's pacing problems?

There's something about how Lore Olympus engrosses people within its weekly doses of H x P content and cliffhangers that makes people not realize just how long Lore Olympus takes to get to the point of, well, anything. Many plotlines are setup, and then go untouched for weeks, sometimes months at a time, before seeing any sort of progress, much less a resolution. In this, I'm going to actually give you time ranges on some of the more egregious payoffs and continuations of plotlines that were setup - some that are now resolved, others that have yet to see the light of day.

CONTENT WARNING: I will be discussing the SA plotline, and there will be spoilers for Episode 265. I will also be showing pictures of some rancid ass tattoos, I know that sounds random for what we're discussing, but trust me on this one, I have a point to make. Also there's a Junji Ito panel from The Enigma of Amigara Fault... yeah, that one.

LEUCE

Let's start with an easy one that's not exactly tied to the main plot. The Leuce plotline. She was first introduced in Episode 201 as a 'bargaining chip' from Zeus to Hades, in a misfired attempt to get Hades to call a truce over the embargo between the Underworld and Olympus.

At the time of this episode's release, by all accounts this seemed to be a cut and dry reference to Hades' first wife, Leuce, unfortunately reduced to a mail-order bride who Hades, of course, turns down, because he doesn't want the "I can't believe it's not butter" Persephone, he wants overpriced, tastes-the-same-but-costs-more-because-of-the-brand-name Persephone.

But then she came back, 36 episodes later - in real time, this was roughly 38 weeks for free-to-read users as the series went on a 2 week hiatus near the start of S3 - only to be used as a cliffhanger leading into a recycled Minthe plotline, in which she attempted to seduce Hades in Episode 238, only to be shot down for the second time.

If you're having a tough time wrapping your head around how long 36 weeks really is, that's nine months. If you got pregnant when Leuce was first revealed, you'd be entering the final window of pregnancy by the time she returned, assuming the baby didn't come pre-term.

Another 7 weeks later, enough time to actually get pregnant again following that first baby, we got the sudden continuation of that plot, with Persephone invading her home and filling it with barn animals, with a not-so-subtle threat to Leuce to stay away from her husband.

"But what about the text messages? Were they really from Hades?" Well, if you were someone reading this comic in real time, you wouldn't have this question answered for another SIX EPISODES - that's a month and a half in real time - and the answer would ultimately be "she made it up, she was 'manifesting', none of it's real, they should call her Deleuceional!" Six weeks for a nothingburger answer to wrap up a nothingburger sideplot, all in the pursuit to 'prove' for the 1275903729 time that Hades and Persephone are truly meant to be together.

EROS AND PSYCHE

This is a big one. The Eros x Psyche plotline was one of the most popular romance subplots, second only to Hades and Persephone, throughout the comic. And yet, despite people holding their breath to see what would become of the star-crossed lovers, a mortal and a god-

-readers in September 2021 would not find out how their recent skirmish with Apollo in Episode 171 would resolve itself until Episode 218, A YEAR AND TWO MONTHS - ROUGHLY 60 WEEKS AND A MIDSEASON HIATUS - LATER, and even then it would only show us Eros, who quickly summarizes what happened to him during the entire trial and Kronos arc that his anticipated romance storyline got sidelined for - he got married and now he has a child.

And it wouldn't be for ANOTHER six weeks that his wife and the mother of his child would actually show up, not alongside Eros, but Aphrodite and Hephaestus, in Episode 224.

What happened to her after finally having her 'true form' revealed to Eros? Well, that's not shown for another three weeks in Episode 227. During this a bunch of info about how Psyche got out of that sticky Apollo situation is dumped on us and we just have to go along with it as she becomes a goddess, not because she earned a place among the Olympians, but because Zeus needs her to spy on Apollo, which was actually shown one episode prior in 226.

So let's say you got knocked up again after that Leuce baby, when Eros and Psyche were shot out of the sky. Welp, in the time it took for Rachel to get around explaining what happened to the both of them, now you just had your second baby and for all we know, you could have gone for a third and already be well into or near the end of your first trimester, if you really wanted to get busy. You'd have a Dionysus, a Melinoe, and maybe even a Demophoon. Congratulations.

And speaking of Melinoe-

MELINOE

Turns out the interloper and the child in Tartarus were one and the same, or at least that's what I'm assuming, because otherwise that would mean there's some whole ass other baby to worry about that we haven't even been introduced to yet.

Melinoe, or "the child deity", was first established in Episode 218.

But as per LO tradition, the child would only mentioned in passing every now and then until finally being revealed as Melinoe in Episode 252, a whopping... THIRTY EIGHT FUCKING WEEKS LATER.

And that waiting is still ongoing as Melinoe is, of course, still trapped in Tartarus, with no end in sight. Since then, Hades and Persephone have gotten married, kidnapped a child, Persephone has terrorized a nymph and caused yet ANOTHER genocide, and they've resurrected a child that was suddenly revealed to be Demeter's. Thirty eight weeks and counting of dragging on a plotline that we're supposed to believe is dire while the characters do sweet fuck all.

What was the name of that other dream baby that Rachel referenced from some obscure non-legitimate source?

Riiiight, Brimos. Congrats, there's pregnancy number 4. But can we find a way to make a fifth happen?

KASSANDRA

We're first introduced to Kassandra, another implied victim of Apollo's, in Episode 226 when a photo of her is found on Apollo's pen drive which was conveniently left on the ground for Psyche to swipe.

In Episode 227, they theorize on how they could track down this mystery woman, using either Eros or Aphrodite's abilities to find her through the power of

✨love✨

How will that actually work though? Has anyone ever been in love with Kassandra, or has she ever been in love with anyone else?

Any bets on how long it would be until we'd get our answer?

Episode 251. The same episode where we're finally told about Leuce's delusions, we suddenly skip to the reveal of Kassandra being Apollo's personal oracle.

And it still doesn't end up answering our question as to how Kassandra was tracked down, by the way. Eros and Psyche sorta just conveniently find her at the same time Apollo happens to be there when he's getting her to deliver her big prophecy to him.

That's twenty four weeks, meaning you're now near the end of your second trimester with child #4. Whoever the child is remains to be seen but I'm sure Rachel will find a way to shoehorn another helpless baby into the plot for Hades and Persephone to rescue who we can use for this metaphor.

But none of these come close to the greatest unresolved plotline of them all, the one plotline that has outlasted even the main H x P plotline of Lore Olympus' story-

APOLLO

Or more specifically, the SA. Rachel has tried so hard to twist Apollo into a villain of Disney proportions, through his sudden involvement with Ouranos, while also using him as a mouthpiece for her own critics by having him literally dish out word-for-word the criticisms that have been made towards Rachel's writing of Persephone-

But the core foundation of his plotline goes all the way back to 2018, when he assaulted Persephone, a plotline that has yet to resolve itself or show any progression beyond Rachel's half-baked attempts at speedrunning Persephone's healing process, while Apollo is still at large and hasn't been brought to justice.

We've seen her in very poorly-written therapy where her assault was addressed once. We've seen her grapple with the potential consequences of the SA through a gynecologist scene that, as I've discussed before, does more harm than good in helping the discussion around women's sexual health. And of course, Rachel will pepper in vague references to the SA every now and then when she's bothered to remember that it's a plotline she wrote and still hasn't resolved:

And judging by how the story has been progressing, Rachel seems far more intent on simply using Apollo as a mouthpiece for criticism and a puppet for Ouranos rather than focusing on the bigger issues, all while Persephone has helped more people cope with the assault that happened to her rather than receiving help herself.

What's really telling is that despite half of the Olympians at this point knowing what Apollo did, not one of them even tries to convince Persephone to come forward, or say something themselves. Daphne has more than enough reason to come forward. Artemis, Hera, Eros, Hermes, and Hephaestus all know what he did, and yet none of them say a thing, even when those of them who haven't been conveniently shoehorned out of the plot are still in the same room as him-

The assault scene happened in August 2018. It's been five and a half years since it was established, and while there have been small efforts made to resolve it - from Hera and Hephaestus having the photos deleted to Persephone seeking therapy - there's less reason now than ever for it to not be addressed, especially with so much at stake. I could side with Persephone not wanting to say anything in the beginning, when he was blackmailing her with the photos and her TGOEM scholarship was on the line, but now that she's a Queen, rich, and married to Hades, living in the Underworld where he can't get to her, without any schooling or scholarship or job to worry about or the photos hanging over her head, it comes across as flat out irresponsible that not a single person thinks it's worth mentioning. Even the narrative itself seems to be trying to undo the SA entirely.

At this point, I'm not confident it will be mentioned at all, and that Apollo will be conveniently dealt with as a pawn of Ouranos rather than as a perpetrator of violence towards women.

A FINAL ANALYSIS OF LO'S PACING

There are certainly far more examples of this weekly edging happening throughout LO, but I hope the ones I provided get across the point I'm trying to make about its pacing.

Of course, none of these gaps in time are happening back-to-back-to-back. This is Lore Olympus' writing "style", if you can call it that - constantly bombard the reader with separate plot points so that they'll either not remember the ones that were left behind, or so that Rachel can buy herself time to get herself out of the corner she wrote herself into. It's the equivalent of clickbait, constantly grabbing your attention with shiny new things that will replace whatever you just saw in your brain, on a constantly repeating cycle. It's the writing process of inexperienced amateurs, like what you'd see in short stories written by fifth graders - "and then this happened, and then this happened, and then this happened", with no theme or overarching meaning tying them together; and if you were to ask them why a certain thing happens, especially if it logically doesn't make sense, the answer is just, "well, because it does." There's no rhyme or reason, they just thought it was cool.

And I say "style" because while fans of LO have definitely defended the story's pacing as just a writing style, the actual execution of what they're implying is painful to watch and not what any experienced writer would call a legitimate style. It's not uncommon at all in long-running series like this to jump from plotline to plotline, often times longform stories like these have to balance multiple side plots at once to keep things engaging and to bulk up the plot with more actual content.

But in most cases, the reader will expect the speed of a plot's resolution to be relative to its urgency. If a casual B plot with low stakes is introduced, it's not necessarily doing any harm if it just sits there for a bit before finally being resolved. After all, it's low stakes and no one is being hurt by it existing on the sidelines. It might feel a bit like pointless fluff, but there's nothing necessarily wrong with fluff and it can offer fun and relaxed reprieves from the overarching narrative, assuming you integrate them well so they're not drawing attention away from those more urgent plotlines at the worst possible times (looking at you, Stranger Things S2 Episode 7-)

But when even the high stakes plots are being hung out to dry and treated like distractions and fluff, it comes across less like a decisive writing "style" and more just directionless pantsing from an inexperienced writer who's gotten themselves in way too deep.

And that's what really separates Rachel's writing problems from "style". Style is decisive. Style is the act of referencing over a set period of time, crafting what you like and what you've learned into something new, with rounds and rounds of fine-tuning. Style is experience put into action.

And, while I don't typically like using my own work as a comparison, LORE | REKINDLED is meant to try and recapture the original magic of Lore Olympus' art style and writing foundations - and even then, you can still see the clear difference between Episodes 14 and 44, which use the same panel from the same scene, but look vastly different due to the improvement and refinement that's happened over time.

Same style, but different levels of experience and skill, which is to be expected after weeks and weeks of fine-tuning and deliberate practice.

If you're lacking in your fundamentals, whether in art or writing, you can't equate that lack of skill to "style" because you're not choosing to be inexperienced, you just are. And that's okay! But to try and pass it off as 'style' implies that you're choosing to be inexperienced - when in reality, if you tried to put out anything beyond your skill level, you simply wouldn't be able to, because you haven't gained those skills yet. Like fifth graders writing short stories with the "and then this happened" model, "it's just my style" is often used as an excuse by young artists and writers who don't understand that style is not exclusively an end result of inexperience.

I'm gonna go on a tangent here, but there's this controversial but trendy style in tattooing called 'ignorant', and it's best defined as "tattooing badly on purpose".

These tattoos are regularly praised for their simplistic ingenuity and visual aesthetic but equally criticized for being the opposite of what many artists have worked to overcome - being "bad at art". After all, who would willingly pay for a bad-looking tattoo? It's because it's the style that's in demand. I would argue that it takes a lot of confidence and mastery of the craft to be purposefully bad at it and make it look good, as contradictory as that sounds.

As much as the lines may be wobbly and the anatomy poor, ignorant style tattoos are done purposefully by experienced artists who still know how to properly tattoo. As much as they may look like they were drawn by a middle schooler, they will still heal properly, the lines will hold up, and the client will not (or at least, should not) experience any excessive scarring or unhygienic practices as one would experience from an actual inexperienced artist-

In a genuinely poorly-done tattoo, the evidence of the inexperience is literally written all over the body. The skin swells, the ink bleeds out, the lines are inconsistent in their depth, and there's clear signs of trauma to the skin that will undoubtedly result in a poorly-healed tattoo (and that's not even getting into the larger health risks such as contracting blood diseases due to a poorly kept space). It's not hard to see the difference between a bad tattoo and a tattoo that's intentionally bad.

It's the age old saying in a different medium - only once you learn the rules can you properly break them.

Rachel never learned these rules in her writing and it's evident to anyone who knows these rules and is viewing LO through a critical lens - or in my case, experiencing it on a week to week basis. It's a regularly occurring problem in the medium of webcomics as a whole - thinking that knowing how to draw is enough, and that writing comes dead last, if at all. When in reality, comics are a marriage of art and writing, you can't simply do one really well and allow the other to drag behind. That's not to say there aren't comics that succeed at having bad art and good writing, if anything a well-written comic can save bad art-

But if you have a comic with good art and bad writing, that's when a comic opens itself up to harsher criticism. As much as art may be the visual forefront of comics, if you want to keep your audience along for the long road that stretches ahead, you need to have a strong foundation in writing, or at least, enough of a plan to ensure you're not driving in the dark. The art can be as gorgeous as you want it to be, but if the plot is weak, then no one will have any reason to check back in week to week.

And such is Lore Olympus' biggest weakness. Much of what we praise LO for back in its first season was simply its foundation. It's very easy to praise a story's writing when it hasn't had to payoff what it's setup. Having ideas is easy, and early LO is rife with good ideas - but many of those ideas have since fallen flat, even the ones you wouldn't expect.

Ideas are a dime a dozen, but actually executing them in a way that can be engaging from start to finish and resolve itself in a way that's satisfying is a whole other challenge that many creators, including Rachel, find themselves unable to tackle; and nothing is a greater example of that than LO's third season, which is now fumbling its plotlines that have failed to resolve themselves properly after 5 years, while introducing new ones that serve as mere distractions, as if they were a laser pointer aimed at a cat.

I hear the argument, "LO is a better story if you binge read it" a lot, which - while I can certainly understand in today's culture of content that's churned out to be binged - I still fail to see how it actually makes LO a better story. Binge-reading LO doesn't remove the pointless plotlines. It doesn't fix its blatant timeline problems, its retcons, or its inability to stay focused on one topic for more than 5 panels. All it really fixes is the waiting, the ritualistic toiling over each and every cliffhanger that caps off the weekly episodes just for them to either be resolved in the next week or left behind with no in-between. And while having all that waiting removed certainly makes the reading experience a lot smoother, it doesn't make the story or its writing better.

The relationship between a story's writing and how the audience experiences it shouldn't be overlooked. Many stories depend on how the audience experiences it within the mind to succeed and leave an impression.

Junji Ito utilizes the dreaded page turn to scare his audience, an effect that can only be truly gained and appreciated if you read his books in traditional print.

Marvel spent years meticulously building up its Avengers franchise, culminating in a once-in-a-lifetime cinematic event through Avengers: Endgame, which is truly the epitome of "you had to be there", because if you watch Avengers: Endgame in 2024 in your living room, you're likely not going to experience the same level of hype as audiences experiencing it in the theater in 2019.

The same can be said for James' Cameron's Avatar, which entranced audiences with its innovative motion capture CGI and immersive 3D effects, an experience that could only be lived to the fullest if you saw it in 3D in IMAX theaters back in 2009. Without that experience, most people in 2024 find the movie to be pretty generic and uninteresting, a reverse Pocahontas with blue people in space, but when it first released in IMAX theaters in 2009, it was a cultural and technological phenomenon due to how advanced it was in its VFX. I can't even share with you clips of it, because obviously it would just be proving my point to try and show you how groundbreaking Avatar was in theaters through a bad shaky cam Youtube upload of its IMAX release on Youtube, but let's just say that it wasn't uncommon for people to brag about how many times they'd gone back to watch the same movie just to feel what they felt from the first showing all over again.

All that's to say that while Lore Olympus may offer a 'better' reading experience when binge-read - regardless of whether or not it actually helps the story's pacing problems - the reality is that LO is still being written exclusively with the weekly format in mind, and its been very much to its detriment, both in the short-term and in the long-term. Readers are often left in the dark on plotlines for weeks at a time, Rachel loses track of what she has and hasn't addressed, and the extended waiting times trick readers into believing that weeks have passed in the comic's story, when in reality it's only been a day or two, sometimes as little as hours depending on the sequence; meanwhile, if you binge episodes that had those problems in hindsight, you'll likely be a lot more quick to notice how many plot beats are either retconned or abandoned entirely, because you don't have the weekly waiting times artificially inflating the pacing of the story and causing you to forget what was established weeks before, because when binged, those weeks are reduced to hours and minutes.

And worst of all, with the assumption that you're reading on a weekly basis - as it wants you to do - Rachel tries to pull clever stunts by matching up LO's episodes with real life dates and holidays, which often just makes the story beats feel rushed or random in their execution - because to the vast majority of readers who haven't caught on to this or are reading the episodes through the physical books, they are rushed and random, and they can't exactly explain why.

Binging these episodes doesn't solve the problem, if anything it exemplifies them because, as a shining example, Hades and Persephone suddenly get married right in the middle of an ongoing issue, which isn't exactly the best time to wrap up the story's main plotline. Since then readers have become less and less interested in their story, and can you blame them? By all accounts their story is over. Everything now just feels tacked on to give them something to do in a story they no longer fit into.

There's an episode behind the FastPass lock right now, Episode 265. It unlocks for free on February 17th, three days after Valentine's Day. Guess what episode it is?

Ah yes, the episode where Hades' initiates sex without consent with his wife who's suffering from panic attacks, who also happens to be a rape victim. Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.

I actually made this particular discovery while writing this essay, so that was a very unwelcome surprise, but it explains the sudden random shift from Persephone being so stressed over the ongoing situation that she's passed out to Hades just deciding for the both of them that now's the time to have sex. As much as the fans will defend this as a husband and wife's last chance at intimacy before diving into a dangerous situation, they'll also still conveniently forget - just like the narrative and Rachel herself - that Persephone is a rape victim, and Hades initiating sex with her after nearly having a panic attack isn't exactly a good look.

This is why our theories as to when LO ends are so firmly cemented in one specific time range, because the story's pacing and distractions seem only intent in one thing - getting the story to last until spring, when the series will most likely conclude. It's basically been all but confirmed by Rachel, from her stating the series would be ending in early 2024, to Inklore - an imprint that seems designed specifically for Rachel and LO - launching officially in spring of this year, undoubtedly just in time for Rachel to wrap up LO for good.

(and boy, do I have some words about Inklore and its plans for "Rachel Smythe Presents", but that's another essay entirely.)

At the end of the day, LO's pacing is equivalent to paint drying on the wall, but it relentlessly convinces us to keep watching because the paint is blue and pink and maybe, maybe it'll turn into a piece of art. But as is evident in the comment sections of the newest episodes, even the fans are starting to realize that paint will not magically turn into the final piece of art they've been waiting to see if the hand that wields it doesn't know what it's doing.

Though style may be gained as an accidental side effect of one's influences and experiences, what Lore Olympus' intent is remains to be seen, and the longer the story goes on, the blurrier whatever intent it could have becomes. Unless it somehow manages to pull off a twist of Attack on Titan proportions that thoroughly explains and ties together the plotlines that have been left in the rearview mirror, the vehicle that is LO will continue to trudge along at a snail's pace, until it inevitably either crosses the finish line or crashes - but by that point, anyone waiting for it could very well be gone, their good faith left behind at the starting line when there was still plenty of time to change its trajectory or stop.

Such a time is long, long gone.

#lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #lo critical

[2lut4u]

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[twice-inamillion]

Chaeyoung’s BestFriend

Smut (rough sex, blow job, masturbating)

Chapter 171

It's been a week since the Momo and Chaeyoung moment. Ever since that day both for them have been particurily attached to you, especially chaeyoung. She's been waking you up with daily head. There's even times when she’s been offering her cunt as a cock warmer, helping go to sleep better during the cold nights.

Today is a Friday aftersoon and chaeyoung has asked You to take her to a cafe to meet her best friend.You agree, knowing that this would give you an excuse to visit the office and turn in somework.

You leave Chaeyoung the cafe near the JYP building and tell her to call you when she's done.

“Okay, I'll let you know when to pick me up.”

After spending a couple of hours at the office you decide to text her.

"Are you ready? I haven’t received a message from you."

"Oh yeah, sorry. I forgat to text you. I'm at my mon's house. Can you pick me up here?”

“I'm on my way."

It takes you less than thirty minutes to get to her house. You park your car on the street and begin to walk towards her house. As you are walking you see Mrs. Son, she’s trying to carry grocery bags but is struggling.

“Hello Mrs. Son. Remember me?”

“Ahh yes. You’re Chaeyoung’s friend from work.”

“Do you need some help with the bags? I’m here to pick up Chaeyoung and I’m more than happy to help.”

“You’re so sweet and thoughtful. I’ll take you up on the offer.”

Not wanting to take multiple trips you grab as many bags as you can and take them up the stairs. You were your way through the house and place them on the kitchen counter.

“Thank you so much, it’s really helpful having a strong man” as she grabs on your biceps and gives them a squeeze.

“Oh my god, they’re so big and hard” as she blushes to the fact that she touched you. “I’m sorry that I grabbed you out of nowhere.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. Hopefully Mr. Son doesn’t get jealous haha.”

“Oh stop kidding no one is going to get jealous. There is no Mr. Son who can get jealous.”

“Oh… I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to pry.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind. Chaeyoung’s father hasn’t been in the picture for many years. It doesn’t bother me.”

Your feel bad for bringing up any possible negative memories so you offer to help, “if you ever need any help that’s too much for you I’m willing to stop by.”

“You’re so kind, I’ll appreciate the offer” as she’s picking away some of the groceries.

Just then you hear as the door slides wide up, “Oppa what are you doing here with my mom?”

“Be nice to your fiend, he was helping me with the groceries.”

“I’m sorry Oppa” says Chaeyoung apologetically.

“Anyways, I’ll leave you youngsters for a while, I’m going to head to the gym.” She looks at Chaeyoung and say “don’t cause any trouble for him, he’s really a sweet and helpful guy. Make sure you listen to him.”

“Yeah, Chaeyoung make sure you listen to this Oppa of yours” as you mock her.

“Don’t… it’s weird when you call yourself like that.” Chaeyoung’s mom laughs at both of your arguing and collects her bag and exits out through the front door.

You wait for the the clicking sound of the door being lock and you walk towards Chaeyoung and say “didn’t I tell you to call me when you were done? I was wondering where you were since you can’t be out by yourself.”

“I’m sorry it’s just…” Chaeyoung isn’t able to finish her sentence as she’s taken by surprise with the slap you give her on her ass.

You pick her up and carry her towards her room, open the door and throw her on the bed. She struggles to get away from you as she sees the devilish look in your eyes. “Come here, I’m going to teach you a little lesson.” “Wait… wait there..” as she’s cut off again.

You pull down her pants and underwear as well as pull down yours, revealing you semi hard cock. Your hands go to her shirt ripping it off, “you’re mine now” as you begin to play with her nipples. Chaeyoung moans to her nipples being played with and watch as her slit is getting wetter as time goes by.

Having your cock ready you pull her close to you and align yourself to her entrance. “Fuck… this little pussy is so cute, I can’t wait to split it wide open.” You press the head of your cock to her entrance and watch as her tiny cunt begins to welcome you.

“Hmm… Oppa you’re too big…” as she takes the length of your cock. You place yourself in the valedictorian sex position, trying to the reach her depths of her womb. The way her face looks seems like she’s an addict to your cock, heart shaped eyes. You begin to pound her tight little cunt, making sure that you scrape every inch of her womb. Chaeyoung’s moans begin to cover the whole room as she is enjoying every part of you.

Both of you enjoying each other, unaware of your surroundings. Little did you know that you two were not alone.

On the other side of the bathroom there was Chaeyoung’s best friend, Jeon Somi. She invited Chaeyoung to catch up since they have not seen each other for a couple of months. They both shared things that were going on with their life and how their career as idols were going. Somi was excited to share the news that she was finally going to debut as a solo artist under The Black Label. After leaving JYP she worked really hard to promote herself as an independent artist and it’s finally paid off through.

Chaeyoung was more than happy with Somi’s accomplishments. She knows how much she sacrificed and how much she worked to debut as a soloist. Every since Twice’s debut she kept in touch with Somi. Chaeyoung also had some news on her own to share with Somi.

Somi was aware that Chaeyoung was different from normal people, she did what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to do it even if it. Chaeyoung’s curiosity of the world is what made her special. Somi wanted to do like Chaeyoung, someone who was free and willing to explore.

So when Chaeyoung told her about how she had sex for the first time, she was surprised. She couldn’t believed it, her unnie that she has admired was growing up. “Want me to show you something, Somi?” as she pulls out her phone. She swipes through her phone and shows some explicit phones of her sucking cock, getting fucked from behind, cum on her face and of her leaking cum from her little cunt.

“Chaeyoung unnie, you shouldn’t be showing me this in public. What if someone sees?” says Somi in a worried voice. Somi looks around to make sure that no one can see but lucky they are in in the corner of the cafe. “Don’t worry no one can see anything, but did you like what you see?”

“I can’t believe you actually did it, when did you have time? With who? Where?” whispers Somi. Hearing Somi so interested makes her smile, she knows that she’s finally found someone she can talk to who’s not a group member. They go back and forth, talking about Chaeyoung’s experience and how it happened. It even got to the point where they both decided to go back to her place since they were both end up laughing too loudly in the cafe.

They talk along the way to Chaeyoung’s house, laughing amongst each other. When they get to her house they go both straight to her room. “So what do you think? I’m finally an adult now, through and through.”

“You never told me who he was, unnie.”

“You’ll find out, he’s gonna stop by later on today.” They didn’t have to wait too long when they hear a man’s voice as you help Chaeyoung’s mom with the groceries. “Go hide in the bathroom, I’ll show you something good” as she walks to the door with a smile.

Somi hides in the bathroom but keeps a small opening as she waits for Chaeyoung to come back. She waits and waits until finally the door slams wide open and sees how her unnie is thrown onto the bed. She watches as chaeyoung gets her clothes ripped off by the unknown person. She sees when her unnie finally gets penetrated, moans out loud, and gets thrusted. Chaeyoung’s small tits jiggle as she holds on tightly to the bedsheets, sees the back of the mystery man and how strong it looks.

Chaeyoung turns her head, facing towards the bathroom door. Somi can see how much her unnie likes to get fucked, it amazing her. Chaeyoung grabs the mystery’s man head and begins to kiss him, which makes Somi wet.

She can’t help to to stare at the man’s large and strong back and lower body. Suddenly she see the man position himself better and say “I’m going to cum”, making her remember the voice of the person.

“Wait… it can’t be… no…” says to herself. Somi seems to have an idea on who it is but doesn’t want to accept. She tries to get a better look, causing her to push the door open and says “is that you Oppa?”

You hear a familiar voice and try to turn your head but chae catches you off guard. She constricts her walls tighter, making you cum instantly.

After finishing pumping your load you finally turn to see Somi standing by the bathroom door, wet as her small shorts are damp.

“Why are you here Somi?” as you try to pull out of Chaeyoung, trying to cover yourself.

“I can’t believe it’s you who’s fucking Chaeyoung unnie. What about Jihyo unnie?”

“Wait… I can explain…” but you can see the tears in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Somi. Jihyo unnie give us permission to have sex with him.”

“What do you mean, us?”

“I mean us, as in the group has been having sex with Oppa.”

“I… I can’t believe it” as she’s tries to understand the situation, looking at both the naked bodies of people she thought she knew.

“To let you the truth… I’m Oppa’s cocksleeve” as she giggles.

“Cocksleeve? What does that mean?”

“It means that I’m for Oppa’s exclusive use. He can use me however he wants, whenever he wants and cum inside of me as much as he wants.”

“Is that true oppa?”

“Yes.”

“Is Jihyo unnie really okay with it?”

“Surprisingly yes, she actually encouraged so of the members” as you think back about the past.

“Haha if you only knew what happens back home you’d be surprised.”

“What do you mean, Chaeyoung?”

“Don’t…” you said but you can’t stop to what she’s about to say.

“Oppa even got Jihyo unnie pregnant.”

“Wait… what?”

“Yes… want to know what else?”

“What?”

“It’s not just Jihyo unnie but also Mina and Dahyun unnie. He got all of them pregnant with his huge cock” as she grabs onto you cock like a godlike prize.

Somi’s brain can’t process all this information at once and sits down on the bed. She’s spaces out , trying to understand how her Oppa who she met many years ago get her unnies pregnant.

Chaeyoung tríes to help out Somi and gets closer to her, but accidentally shows her cunt that is leaking cum.

Somi feels something gooey on her hand and turns her head, noticing something white. “Eww… what is this?”

“It’s Oppa’s babybatter” as she swipe a bit of it and shows it to Somi. Not knowing to what to do she asks “is that what but unnies pregnant?”

“Yes, it’s amazing. It feels so good when it he pumps it into you.” Chaeyoung looks at the frozen Somi and says “I see you’re wet down there, seems like your interested.”

“No, I’m not. It’s just hot” says Somi hesitantly.

“I know you want to… how about it, what to taste it?” as she places her finger right next to Somi’s mouth.

“Don’t mess with her Chaeyoung. You don’t have to do it Somi. I’m sorry that you had to see us like this.”

Somi looks and Chaeyoung’s face and wants to be like her unnie. She’s hesitant but she doesn’t want to get left behind, Chaeyoung’s her best friend. “Chaeyoung wouldn’t do something if she knew I couldn’t handle it, right?” thinking to herself.

With that she does away with her hesitation as she takes her first step buy licking the cum of Chaeyoung’s finger.

“Fuck… not again” you say internally as you see Somi lick your cum off Chaeyoung’s finger.

“How was it? Was it good?”

“It was a bit salty but if you like it unnie then I like it, too” says Somi, not wanting to disappoint her. Chaeyoung smiles and hugs Somi, “I knew you’d like. See Oppa I have a new playmate!”

You can’t believe she turned her best friend into her plaything, but do find it kind of hot in the idea.

“So Somi… how about you try it straight from the source?”

“You mean…”

“Yes, have Oppa give it to you. I know find Oppa hot, so this is your chance” while giving you a wink.

“I don’t know… I’m scared. It’s my first time… maybe another time” says Somi while playing with her hair.

Chaeyoung not wanting to lose her new toy she says, “how about you watch us do it. Maybe that might chance your mind.”

“Chaeyoung—ah don’t force her to do things she doesn’t want. Not everyone is as thirsty as you. Please don’t misunderstand Somi, Chaeyoung here is a bit too much and can be a handle full.”

“I… I don’t mind watching you to. It’s true what unnie said, I do think you’re kind of hot” as she blushes.

“See, what did I tell you. Our Somi isn’t that innocent as you might think. So how about it Oppa? Want to give Somi a show?”

Not going to lie you do find it kind of hot having someone watch you as you fuck your cocksleeve. “Okay, if Somi’s okay with it then I’m up for it.”

“I really want to see” as Somi holds on to your arm while hiding her face with her other hand.

You need no more as you turn to Chaeyoung and begin to fuck her.

Somi can’t believe that she’s watching bother her best friend and her Oppa fucking right in front of her. At the beginning she didn’t know what to do, sitting on the couch as her Oppa thrusted inside of Chaeyoung. After some time of hearing the moaning and the sound of flesh hitting each other she began to feel a hot and tingling sensation down in her nether regions.

She began to take her sweater and rub her fingers against her the fabric that was covering her pussy. The wetness coming from her pussy was going through the fabric and she decided to take off her leggings.

Somi was now in a bra and underwear as she continued to touch herself. She would type to keep in sync to the rhythm you and Chaeyoung would fuck. After some time she could feel a tingling sensation as both of you were reaching your peak.

“I’m cumming… please cum inside of me” begged Chaeyoung. Somi was as you pulled out your cock and slammed it deep inside of her, cumming instantly. She too, came as drenched her underwear with her nectar.

After some time you pulled out and turned towards Somi, seeing how she was still shaking from her orgasm. You could see that she enjoyed the show. “I think our little Somi wants to go next” says Chaeyoung.

You walk towards Somi and grab her hand, she accepts and you walk her to the bed. Somi let’s herself get pulled down by Chaeyoung and shyness rolls her fists on her chest, awaiting to be played with.

“Are you going to want to go all the way?” asks chaeyoung?”

Somi nods her head from side to side, “no, I… I don’t think I’m mentally ready yet. I want him to touch me here” as she points to her damp underwear.

“Ohh… Somi wants oppa to touch her private parts” giggles Chaeyoung. “Is that true? you ask and immediately get a nod.

You stand up and are right in front of her as she laying down on the bed. You grab the side of her underwear and begin to pull them down, slowly. You watch as Somi immediately turns to the side, trying to hide her face, not able to see you as you pull down her underwear.

The sight of her pale white skin and her blondish public hair when it’s not longer covered. “Omg… its so cute” as Chaeyoung caress Somi’s bush. “I’ve never seen something like this before, its cute.”

“No, dont look at it. I haven’t shaved” she whines.

“It’s okay, I find it really sexy. I enjoy my woman all natural”, trying to make her feel comfortable. Hearing that seems to make her more relaxed. You lower your face and slowly place a kiss on her lower lips, making her squeal and shiver up.

Immediately you get up and walk towards the couch and take a sit. “Come over here and sit” as you point at the small empty space in front of you. Somi stands up and begins to walk but don’t before you tell her to take of her bra. “Take of your bra, I want to see all of you.” She stands in front of you and begins to undo her bra, dropping it on the floor and continues to walk towards you. Finally in front of you she turns around and sits in-between your legs. “Relax and try to enjoy, okay?” She nods her head.

“Wait… let me get your phone. I want to make sure it lasts.”

“Unnie, you’re going to film it?”

“Yes, of course. It’s your first time with a guy. You need to make sure you remember this moment.”

“Okay, unnie. I trust you.”

No other ways are need as you spread her legs open, placing them on the outside of your thighs. You graze your hand on her lower area, causing her to get goosebumps. You lick to of your fingers on your right hand and begin to trace her lips and place your left hand on her plumpy breast. She moans as you touch her and she places her head on your chest, surrendering herself to you.

This the signed that you needed to continue as you use your two fingers to spread her lips open as you enter her. The feeling of her walls are out of this world, she’s extremely tight. You can barely fit two fingers inside of her and resort to using just one.

Working your way inside you are met with lots of resistance, knowing that your the first person to ever be inside of her. This makes you even more excited and causes your cock to harder up and her the back of her ass. “Oppa i can feel something hard on my butt.”

“Don’t worry, its just my cock. It’s hard right now.

“Okay.”

You continue and feel a small barrier that is preventing you from going any further. “So it’s true, this is your first time.”

“Yes… I’ve never been touched before.”

“Aww… out little Somi is a virgin” she says proudly.

“No… don’t say that. It’s embarrassing.”

“Want oppa to pop your cherry with is finger now or with is cock later on?”

She hesitates to respond but eventually says, “later.”

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you.”

“I… I said I want oppa’s cock to pop my cherry, later!”

“That’s my girl.”

Knowing the answer you pull away from her hymen and going thrust your finger enough to leave it intact. You turn your attention to her clit and start to play with it. Taking turns playing with her wall, clit and tits is making her hot and sweaty. You spend a good amount of time pleasuring those areas until she begins to jerk around, signaling that she’s about to have an orgasm. “Oppa… I feel weird. I thinking I’m about to cum.” This is the moment you were waiting for and whisper in her ear, “cum, let your unnie see you cum.”

Somi squirts a large stream of liquid towards the area that Chaeyoung is at. She shakes violently as she’s riding her orgasm that you need to hold her tightly. Holding her for a couple of minutes you see that she’s breathing heavily and is digging her nails on your thighs.

After a couple of minutes her shaking stops and her body becomes loose. Having on energy at all you pick her up and carry her towards the bed and lay her flat. Chaeyoung asks her, “did you enjoy it?”

“Yea… yeah… I…I did. I liked it a lot.”

“Well… that was just a little taste. Imagine what it feels like when his shoves his large cock inside of you.”

“You really did a good, Somi.”

“That’s true. You really did a good job but now you need to make oppa cum.” Somi looks around confused, not knowing what to do. “Grab his cock” whispers Chaeyoung.

Somi grabs your cock with her cold, soft hands. She listens to Chaeyoung’s instructions as she tells her what to do. Somi slowly begins to jerk your cock up and down, pulling on your harden rod. Her moves are those of an inexperienced person because it has no rhythm but is still good for a person’s first time.

You then decide to lead her and tell her how to give you a proper hand job. She pumps your cock slowly but is increasing her pace gradually over time. With your advice she’s gaining more confidence and seems more interested in seeing you finish. Once you feel that your balls are able to explode you warn her, “I’m going to cum soon, lay down.”

She does as she’s told and lays flat on the bed. You grab your cock and give it a couple more jerks, making your shoot out a load of cum. You stain her cunt,stomach, bellybutton,and chest, letting her own that her body is now marked by you and only you.

“Get down on your knees, I’m going to cum on your face.” Chaeyoung pulls her down to the floor and gets on her knees with Somi. Chaeyoung wanting to take part opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out. Somi turns her head towards Chaeyoung and sees what she is doing and copies her.

Now you have two beauty women on their knees, waiting you to stain their face with your cum. Not wanting to make them wait any longer you shoot your cum on their face as you hold your phone, recording this wonderful moment. Your baby batter paints their hair, eyes, nose, and the inside of their mouth, leaving no spot cleaned for the both of them.

After getting their their face painted you stand and wait for them to react. Chaeyoung swipes her finger across her face and tries to collect as much cum and licks her finger clean. Somi on the other hand is frozen, not knowing what to do in this type of situation. Chaeyoung being the helpful unnie that she is grabs Somi’s faces and begin to lick it clean. She collects as much cum as she can with her tongue and gives Somi an sloppy kiss.

Somi is surprised by Chaeyoung’s sudden move but accepts it and continues. You watch both girls are kissing each other passionately as they share your cum inside their mouths.

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#twice smut #kpop smut #male reader #chaeyong twice #son chaeyoung #chaeyoung #twice chaeyoung #chaeyoung smut #jeon somi #somi smut #TM smut

[libidomechanica]

Take heed, dear ruin each

He sails? Until it be. That want pretty   sure to break, breaks running, not gives me dizzy   to thread most excel or she proud of thys so will I tell your Coranall. But you, and in woman’s down here. ’ The things which   are the rather pleasant: also her   beloved, drowne, so drew a mornings when only moves they might say I have nameless plough broke in Passions of lighted Troth, and bubbled,   thy Star upon your Faith heads nod, while   you sleep; when the bushy, O, aboon the moons towards your feet with look one hand, to clarify the winds used to do? Take heed, dear   ruin each other’s heart or brows, the hilles,   woven in the city found a things turning my lasse of a’ the took on thee.

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[choco-pudding]

Space Channel 5 Part 2: Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book p. 170-179 (Translations by @lavoszero and myself. Edits and typesetting by myself)

Second Part of the bonus content.

Imgur link to all of the Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book translations we’ve done thus far.

Plain text below.

p. 170

15: Synchro Suit [Unlock Requirements] Clear 34 consecutive trials in Ulala's Dance Mode while wearing the Morolian Suit

Borrowed from the team when Ulala went to do an exercise report with the best in the Galaxy's synchronized swimming team (must be returned).

16: Space Michael Suit [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 4 with the Ratings at 100%

Staff member suit. A costume of Space Michael, the new Chief of Space Channel 5.

17: Jaguar Costume [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 5 with the Ratings at 100%

A costume of Jaguar, the Space Pirate Broadcasting Station leader.

18: Peace Costume [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 2 (Extra Mode)

A President Peace costume. It was used to make a body double for him. Second hand goods.

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19: Noize Costume [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 3

A costume of Noize. It has a secret function that makes the wearer appear smaller.

20: Evila (upgrade) Suit [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 4

In reality, this suit is in fact just body paint and color contacts.

21: Dancing Purge Suit [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 6

A mysterious suit designed to confuse enemies with little purple disco-mirrors.

22: Neo-Japanese Astronaut [Unlock Requirements] Save the Neo-Japanese Astronauts

A suit worn while undercover during a tour organized by an evil travel agency.

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23: Mr. Nervous Suit [Unlock Requirements] Rescue Mr. Nervous.

A personal outfit of Ulala's that she secretly wears when she wants to act wimpy

24: Chef Suit [Unlock Requirements] Rescue the Chef (green)

A suit for undercover work in kitchens. Worn for an investigation of a secret broth.

25: Space Primary School Suit [Unlock Requirements] ​Rescue the Space Primary School Band Quartet

Used for the investigation of underground cramming school. It has a secret function that makes the wearer appear smaller.

26: Rescue Squad Suit [Unlock Requirements] Rescue the Space Rescue Squad

Worn by Ulala when she wants to show off her manly spirit without worries.

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Toyota Toyota Toyota Toyota Honda Honda

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27: Granny Suit [Unlock Requirements] Rescue Space Granny

Used for the undercover infiltration into the Geriatric Bandits Hideout. Designed to keep the wearer's back curved for long periods of time.

28: Blank Suit [Unlock Requirements] Unlocked by playing for 10 hours (PS2). Unlocked by having Space Channel 5 save data (DC).

A costume of Blank, the former Channel 5 Chief. The cheat command is printed inside the clothes.

29: Hard Core Sexy Suit [Unlock Requirements] Unlocked by playing for 10 hours (PS2). Unlocked by having Space Channel 5 save data (DC).

A risque suit if ever we've seen one. But it's comfortable to wear, almost dreamlike.

30: Robot Suit (silver) [Unlock Requirements] Clear 7 consecutive trials in Ulala's Dance Mode while wearing the Morolian suit.

Metallic. You practically need to contort your body in on itself to wear it.

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31: Robot Suit (macho) [Unlock Requirements] Clear 14 consecutive trials in Ulala's Dance Mode while wearing the Morolian suit

Made of metal. This suit is pleasantly spacious but quite heavy.

32: Morolian Suit [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 6

A stuffed Morolian suit. Has the unique feature of making it appear as if the body has changed. Something will happen if you play Ulala's Dance Mode while wearing this suit.

33: Boss Morolian Suit [Unlock Requirements] ​Clear Reports 1 though 6 with the Ratings at 100%

A stuffed Boss Morolian suit.

34: 88Man Suit [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 3 (Extra Mode)

Used to infiltrate Channel 88 HQ to report on the scandal that occurred there. The high clogs made it difficult to move in.

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35: Cloaked Purge Suit [Unlock Requirements] Clear 100 consecutive trials in Ulala's Dance Mode while wearing the Morolian suit

Purge's cloaked suit. It can be worn as a set with No. 21 Dancing Purge Suit.

36: Striped Suit [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 1 in 2-Player Mode

A sample outfit given to Ulala by the manager of her favorite fashion store. She modified to it give it some extra flare.

37: Camouflage Costume [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 2 in 2-Player Mode

Used to infiltrate the evil Crimson Cosmos ginger processing plant. It has a faint scent of red ginger.

38: Black Gear [Unlock Requirements] Play the game for 30 or more hours

Used to infiltrate the leather sweat shop. Was made in a rush, and so the colors fade easily.

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39: Peach Suit [Unlock Requirements] Clear 53 consecutive trials in 2-Player Ulala's Dance Mode

Ulala's personal wear for shopping.

40: Coconut Ulala [Unlock Requirements] Clear 53 consecutive trials in Ulala's Dance Mode

Not really a suit—just a tan!

Make and Color Your Own Suits!

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p. 177 Ulala Poem

This is a "poem" written by Ulala (22), a Space Channel 5 reporter. Her hopes for the future after the incident (which she made no direct comment on) have been poured into every word. After reading it, the station's director, Fuse, refrained from publishing it, so Ulala turned it in to the Space Police herself. It was then seized, or rather received, as a part of the case file. The full text is shown below.

I Want to be the Best Dish in the Galaxy

Ulala's stupendous Spring in the zero-oxygen stratosphere Let's go everyone, to the end of the Galaxy! Join the grains of stars spilling out of the Milky Way

Tanka on the side

The silver bell rings Let's meet up, hang out again The brass section roars Whoa, oh no, go go go! Ho! Take this, take that, hiya, ha

Thank you for this dish

Aah, will I ever be As delicious as space peking duck? I wonder how hungry Purge was To settle for his own trash TV

Spaaaaaace Love & Peace!

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p. 178 Miss Ulala's Changing Room

Items Miss Ulala isn’t the tidiest gal, but she does a bang-up job maintaining her mics. All of them, except for "Ulala’s Mic" are gifts collected after some exchanges with key individuals registered in the Character Profile index. Wireless mics were installed inside all the ones that started out as props. I wonder how long the green onion will last. We'll have to watch out for the smell.

01: Ulala Mic [Unlock Requirements] Unlocked from the start

A newly produced company mic used for reporting. Ulala painted it blue herself.

02:​ King of Frypans [Unlock Requirements] Check profile 031, the Chef (green)'s, after rescuing him

Proof of the Chef's victory in the 225th Annual Space Cook-off. This beauty has excellent thermal conductivity.

03: ​Ice Cream Cone [Unlock Requirements] After clearing Report 3, check profile 012, Noize's, then profiles 050 and 046, and then check profile 012 again

It's actually a microphone designed for the undercover investigations at shopping malls. It's even equipped with a small camera!

04: Legendary Egg Beater [Unlock Requirements] Check profile 032, the Chef (aqua)'s, after rescuing him

Made from metal extracted from some ancient ruins. Great for whippin' things into shape.

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05: Lollipop [Unlock Requirements] Check profiles 036, 037, 038, and 039, the Space Music Primary Schoolers quartet's, after rescuing them

It's a bit sticky. Is this thing pre-licked?

06: Lantern [Unlock Requirements] After rescuing the Neo-Japan Astronauts, check profiles 028, 027, 026, 025, 024, then 028 again, theirs

A souvenir from Edo village in Sunlight City. It's made from washi paper and is quite expensive.

​07: Super Ladle [Unlock Requirements] Check profile 033, the Chef (yellow)'s, after rescuing him

Cookware with a hardness of over 8 billion die. Only two others exist in the entire galaxy.

08: Big Mug [Unlock Requirements] Check profile 053, the Rescue Police (troop)'s, after rescuing the Rescue Squad

Perfect for Milky Way Ginger Ales. Includes a semi-natural cooling device.

09: Folding Fan [Unlock Requirements] Check profile 045, Class President Nervous's, after rescuing him

The mother of Class President Nervous adored this fan. It creates a pleasant scent when you wave it.

​10: Crimson Rose [Unlock Requirements] After Clearing Report 5, check profile 009, Jaguar's

Laced with Jaguar's passion, this rose will forever bloom, never will it wither.

11: Ear of Corn [Unlock Requirements] After clearing Report 3, check profile 012, Noize's, then profiles 022 and 018, then check profile 012 again

A mic used in the undercover investigations of large scale farms. It's designed to lower the guards of opponents.

12: ​Green Onion [Unlock Requirements] After Clearing Report 6, check profile 003, Pine's

All-natural and picked from an actual garden, a rarity now and days. Absolute ambrosia when cooked properly.

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[itskeisy]

Welcome the Academy!!📚

An important message from the Capitol 📣

Text 717-THG-MKJY to enroll in the Academy!! ([phone])

#thg #the hunger games #tbosas #hunger games prequel #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #news #Tbosas update #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #casca highbottom #dr. gaul #tom blyth #viola davis #josh andres rivera #peter dinklage

[deadpresidents]

2 and a half weeks until JC passes Cactus Jack!

It took me a little bit to figure out what you were referencing, but yes, Jimmy Carter will pass John Nance Garner as the longest-living President or Vice President in American history on September 18th. And if he is still with us on October 1st, Carter will be the first President or Vice President in American history to celebrate their 99th birthday.

And since I'm a huge dork who finds this stuff interesting, here's the big, complete list of longest-living to shortest-living Presidents and Vice Presidents in American history: (Presidents are in bold text, Vice Presidents are in italics, and those who served as both POTUS and VP are in bold italics.) John Nance Garner: 98 years, 351 days Jimmy Carter: 98 years, 337 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Levi P. Morton: 96 years, 0 days George H.W. Bush: 94 years, 171 days Gerald R. Ford: 93 years, 165 days Ronald Reagan: 93 years, 120 days Walter Mondale: 93 years, 81 days John Adams: 90 years, 247 days Herbert Hoover: 90 years, 71 days Harry S. Truman: 88 years, 232 days Charles G. Dawes: 85 years, 239 days James Madison: 85 years, 104 days Thomas Jefferson: 83 years, 82 days Dick Cheney: 82 years, 216 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Hannibal Hamlin: 81 years, 311 days Richard Nixon: 81 years, 104 days Joe Biden: 80 years, 287 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) John Quincy Adams: 80 years, 227 days Aaron Burr: 80 years, 220 days Martin Van Buren: 79 years, 231 days Adlai E. Stevenson: 78 years, 234 days Dwight D. Eisenhower: 78 years, 165 days Alben W. Barkley: 78 years, 157 days Andrew Jackson: 78 years, 85 days Spiro Agnew: 77 years, 261 days Donald Trump: 77 years, 81 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) George W. Bush: 77 years, 59 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Henry A. Wallace: 77 years, 42 days James Buchanan: 77 years, 39 days Bill Clinton: 77 years, 15 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Dan Quayle: 76 years, 211 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Charles Curtis: 76 years, 14 days Al Gore: 75 years, 156 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Millard Fillmore: 74 years, 60 days James Monroe: 73 years, 67 days George Clinton: 72 years, 268 days George M. Dallas: 72 years, 174 days William Howard Taft: 72 years, 174 days John Tyler: 71 years, 295 days Grover Cleveland: 71 years, 98 days Thomas R. Marshall: 71 years, 79 days Nelson Rockefeller: 70 years, 202 days Elbridge Gerry: 70 years, 129 days Rutherford B. Hayes: 70 years, 105 days Richard M. Johnson: 70 years, 33 days William Henry Harrison: 68 years, 54 days John C. Calhoun: 68 years, 13 days William A. Wheeler: 67 years, 339 days George Washington: 67 years, 295 days Benjamin Harrison: 67 years, 205 days Woodrow Wilson: 67 years, 36 days William R. King: 67 years, 11 days Hubert H. Humphrey: 66 years, 231 days Andrew Johnson: 66 years, 214 days Thomas A. Hendricks: 66 years, 79 days Charles W. Fairbanks: 66 years, 24 days Zachary Taylor: 65 years, 227 days Franklin Pierce: 64 years, 319 days Lyndon B. Johnson: 64 years, 148 days Mike Pence: 64 years, 88 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Henry Wilson: 63 years, 279 days Ulysses S. Grant: 63 years, 87 days Franklin D. Roosevelt: 63 years, 72 days Barack Obama: 62 years, 30 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Schuyler Colfax: 61 years, 296 days Calvin Coolidge: 60 years, 185 days Theodore Roosevelt: 60 years, 71 days Kamala Harris: 58 years, 318 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) William McKinley: 58 years, 228 days Warren G. Harding: 57 years, 273 days Chester A. Arthur: 57 years, 44 days James S. Sherman: 57 years, 6 days Abraham Lincoln: 56 years, 62 days Garret A. Hobart: 55 years, 171 days John C. Breckinridge: 54 years, 116 days James K. Polk: 53 years, 225 days Daniel D. Tompkins: 50 years, 355 days James Garfield: 49 years, 304 days John F. Kennedy: 46 years, 177 days

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[lilirot]

So, in regards to Micheal's height on the card (because I saw someone trying to use his dick as a measurement but that method is really flawed for a couple reasons), I decided to try to figure it out via another method. Namely, figuring out what the font used was. And my method for figuring that out was basically it looks like font used on receipts you'd get from a store so, I looked up what fonts are most common in use for reciepts. OCR-A is the one that turned up that matches the most with the text.

So, based on that the characters are probably 141cm (4'7"), 171cm (5'7"), or 191cm (6'3") respectively. I think 141 is the least likely option because you'd probably be able to see the bottom of the 4 so that leaves 171/191. I lean towards 191cm personally.

#whb #what in hell is bad #flunking out of graphic design classes has somewhat of a use