#you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the soup

[ikilledgodtomakesoupfromhisbones]

Why is my blog soup themed? Like i don't even like soup??

#questioning myself #the only soup i like is tomato soup #and cereal too...the soup with the variety ~ #idk what to tag this as #you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain #you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the soup #idk whats going on

[captain-stab-a-hoe]

So one person encouraged me to post this fic i made on Tumblr so...y e a h

Fair warning my grammar sucks and my writing is cringe but if I die then I die i guess. Just scroll pass if you don't wanna read cause I'm on mobile and i don't know how to cut it off to make this shorter.

Xue Yang hasn't cried in...he doesn’t even know how long. The last time he can remember crying was when he was small and weak. When Chan Cian crushed whatever innocence was left at the time and sealed the fate of him and his sect. What reason was there to cry after that? Nobody helped when he did cry out. Those looks of pity and disgust directed at an unfortunate little thing. 

No matter how much you cry, no matter how much you beg and weep out of pain for mercy, you’ll never be more than a disgusting annoyance. 

That’s the cruel lesson Xue Yang learned that day. So, no matter how much he was stabbed, beaten, and bloodied, he never cried after that day. He’d say it’s a good thing. Who doesn’t love the sweet expressions those pretentious pricks make when Xue Yang doesn’t drop to his knees in front of them? It’s even better when a ruthless sneer is the last thing they ever see before their eyes are gouged out. 

But sometimes there are those days. Those days when the phantom pain from his missing pinky gets too much, when Xue Yang has to pick himself up after a brutal fight, or when he can’t bring himself to sleep for days to avoid being that dirty, crying child in his dreams. Those days when Xue Yang feels a sting in his eye he still doesn’t cry. 

Living with Xiao Xingchen is weird for Xue Yang. Xiao XIngchen is the definition of vulnerable in his eyes. Before him and Xiao XIngchen started living together, Xue Yang thought he was another privileged asshole, trying to be seen as “fair” and “just” for fame and a good reputation. Now that he’s gotten a good look at the daozhang, Xue Yang thinks he’s just really stupid. Maybe naive was the right word, but Xue Yang couldn’t care less. He just couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him. Xiao XIngchen wears most of his emotions on his sleeve if you cared enough to pay attention. When Xiao XIngchen helps villages with fierce corpse problems, he will tell people to keep their gifts with a smile. He doesn’t even try to pose as a humble hero, that’s just how he is and it’s brutally honest.  He makes himself approachable to everybody with that damn smile on his face. He’s also blind on top of everything else.

Xue Yang hates it. He hates how easy it is to manipulate and take advantage of the daoshi. During his first few months with Xiao Xingchen, he found it satisfying. He let his enemy stay right under his nose, believing the words that came out of Xue Yang’s without a doubt. It was so perfect for a while. But now Xue Yang’s nothing short of annoyed. People had the same idea when they looked at Xiao XIngchen too. 

A naive blind man? Who better to scam and get rid of these rotten vegetables too!? It’s not like he’d do anything about it anyways. Stupid daoshi! 

Who did these people think they were anyways? Doesn’t matter when Xue Yang set them straight with just a nasty glare and maybe a viscously stabbed potato or two. But more importantly, what the fuck did Xiao XIngchen think he was doing? Watching him chop carrots from the side, Xue Yang could only get frustrated at how trusting Xiao Xingchen was. It’s not as if he’s become protective or anything. Actually, he’s more confused and irritated than anything else by this point. 

“I can feel you staring at me.” Xiao Xingchen interrupted his train of thought.

“Hm? Oh I’m just thinking about things.” 

Xiao Xingchen hums in thought. “What kind of things?”  

“Do I need to tell you?” 

 “Ah well…” Xiao XIngchen puts the chopped carrots into a pot of boiling water with other vegetables in it. “I guess you don’t.”

Xue Yang pouted as he leaned against the wall behind him. “Actually, I wanna tell you.” Xiao Xingchen turned to face his direction. “Oh? Really?”

Xue Yang hummed, pretending to be in deep thought. “Oops. I was lying, daozhang! I don’t wanna say anything now.” 

Xiao Xingchen chuckled. “Ah Xiao You, that was a little mean,” 

“Why don’t you do anything about it?” Xue Yang didn’t mean to sound so serious when he said that, but Xiao XIngchen was irritating him. 

Why are you so accepting of this, Xiao Xingchen?  

The daoshi stopped smiling and frowned. “What do you mean?” 

“You always believe people so easily, and if you find out it was a lie you just let it pass. You even believe me without question, even though I’m just a complete stranger.”

Xiao Xingchen shook his head, the smile returning to his face. “Xiao You, do you think it’s wrong to trust people because you want to?” 

At that Xue Yang scoffed. “I don’t have a reason to trust people. Nobody is ever true with their intentions, and people take, daozhang. But you just keep giving, like it doesn’t bite you in the ass.” 

“Ah, well putting it like that is…” Xiao Xingchen smiled sheepishly. He turned back to stir the pot of soup. “I guess you do have a point. But not everybody is like that. I mean I trust you and I think that’s ok.” 

Xue Yang rolled his eyes. 

Oh if only you knew. 

“What if it wasn’t, daozhang?”

“I can’t be worried about if I should trust somebody all the time. I like you, Xiao You, so I want to trust you too.” Xiao XIngchen turned to Xue Yang with that same smile. 

“Do you think it’s ok to trust me?” He didn’t have an answer.

After dinner, Xue yang sat by the small fire he made outside. He hadn't said much since Xiao Xingchen asked him such a weird question. 

Do you think it's ok to trust me? 

Xue Yang has avoided trusting people for a long time. Last time he trusted anybody, he lost his damn pinky. So, why didn't Xue Yang just say "no" ? Xue Yang has never been open. He never confided in or cried to anyone. Yet Xiao Xingchen of all people just had to go and ask that. How dare he make Xue Yang feel at loss for words. It would've been so easy for Xue Yang to just slit his throat right then and there. Why didn't he do it then?

He must've been too frustrated with his thoughts since he didn't even notice the focus of his frustration sitting next to him. 

"You've been awfully quiet, Xiao You."

"I've just been thinking…"

"About what?"

"You already know the answer to that." Xue yang rolled his eyes. " Daozhang is too cruel sometimes." 

Xiao Xingchen smiled sheepishly, patting Xue Yang on his arm. "You are right, as always. You'll make it sound bad if you say it like that though."

Xue Yang brought his knees to his chest and sighed. He didn't know what was going on with himself. It's like he was facing some sort of confusing mess on the inside and he didn't like it. What did that shorty call it? Being emotional? Bah! This is so stupid! He couldn't go on being silent like this though

"I don't know…" 

"Hm?" Xiao Xingchen tilted his head to the side.

"I don't know if it's ok to trust you."

Xiao Xingchen smiled and reassuringly rubbed Xue Yang's back. "What do you feel in your heart, Xiao You? Do you feel as if it will hurt to trust?"

Xue Yang unconsciously leaned into his touch. It felt comforting, and that scared him. Xue Yang has always just done whatever he wanted. But the thing is, he wants to trust Xiao Xingchen. He couldn't say it to him though. Besides the whole lying about his identity thing, he just doesn't know how to handle it.

"I understand trust comes with the risk of being hurt. I know how that feels…" A sad smile appeared before Xiao Xingchen continued.

"But, I didn’t regret trusting them. I don't regret trusting you either, Xiao You. You never let anybody get close to you, right?”

 "Daozhang…"

"It’s ok to show emotions to people. To let yourself be vulnerable sometimes." Xiao Xingchen took a wrapped candy from his sleeve and put it in Xue Yang's hand. 

"It's ok to let yourself feel happy with someone."  He closed his hands around Xue Yang's.

“I want you to know that it’s okay to cry.  You’ve been here for me. Let me do the same, Xiao You." 

Xue Yang felt himself tremble. No, he didn't cry.

"Xiao Xingchen…" He heard his voice break. He still didn't cry. 

He let himself be held and comforted like a small child. He still fought back tears. A part of him didn't think he would let himself stop fighting. But, still...

I trust you. But, I don’t think I can say it yet.

#xuexiao #xue yang #xiao xingchen #i'm so sorry i know i suck #hope at least somebody enjoyed it though

[trensu]

Episode 30: The One where LWJ Wishes Jin Zixun Would STFU and Die Already

Okay, so we’re still in Yiling

Non-wangxiantics stuff happens

Unimportant nonsense happens

Ooooh, jc just appeared, looking awesome in purple robes as usual

Turns out he’s helped jyl sneak away so she can show off her wedding robes to wwx!!! And we get some wonderful Yunmeng Sib time!! I LOVE MY YUNMENG SIBS SO MUCH

OMG

Wwx’s face when he sees her in her wedding robes

HIS EYES WELLED UP WITH TEARS. SHE LOOKS SO PRETTY.

Jyl: i’m getting married, i wanted to show you my wedding robes!

wwx:*choked up* yeah, i heard you were getting married…(he’s looks so emotional here omg)

Jc: who told you?! 

(he says this all snappishly bc of course he does, this is jc we’re talking about)

Wwx: None of your business! *scowls*

LOL SO DEFENSIVE, WWX. what’s the matter?? You don’t want to tell your sibs about your recent date with lwj?? How you showed him your home??? hoW YOU DISCOVERED YOU WANTED TO CO-DAD CHILDREN WITH HIM????

Ah, brothers…

Jyl calms them down before they could get too into it tho bc she’s a good big sister and knows her little brothers well

Jyl: i came alone tho, so you can’t see the groom today

Wwx: *pouts* i don’t want to see the groom at all

I can’t get over the way wwx keeps looking at her. HE LOVES HIS SISTER SO MUCH. HE’S SO HAPPY FOR HER

Lol, both of them tell her how beautiful she looks and she’s all it doesn’t count when you guys say it bc you’re my little brothers and it’s my wedding so you have to be nice to me

So now we get the obligatory soup time with the yunmeng sibs

And AHHHHHH, JYL JUST ASKED WWX TO COME UP WITH A COURTESY NAME

And wwx is all, “for who???”

And jc says, for my future nephew!! And he looks so damn pleased and proud when he says it. JC WANTS TO BE AN UNCLE SO BAD me too jc, me too

Wwx: hmmm, well, the next generation for the jin clan is “ru” so how about jin rulan?

Jc: jin rulan? It sounds like the lan clan. Why should a kid of the jiang clan and jin clan be called “rulan”??

Omg jc sounds so offended here; chill out bro

Wwx: it’s not that bad if it’s from the lan clan all right? Lan means orchid, a gentry amongst flowers! ALSO MY SOULMATE IS FROM THE LAN CLAN SO THERE

Wwx sounded all sulky here, like RULAN IS A GREAT NAME, HOW DARE YOU

Jyl cuts in before there could be any bloodshed with, oh yeah, having you come up with the courtesy name was jc’s idea

The look jc gives her is one of utter betrayal like, why’d you have to go and tell him that? HE CAN’T KNOW I WAS BEING NICE TO HIM, GOD.

They all have much more sibling time together but since there’s no more wangxiantics we’re gonna skip over it (EVEN THO IT HURTS ME TO DO SO BC I LOVE MY YUNMENG SIBS AND I WANT TO SEE THEM HAPPY AND TOGETHER FOREVER)

We cut to the Burial Mounds where there’s a Wen family dinner going on

Wwx is all spacey bc he misses his sibs so much but manages to distract EVERYONE from it by making grand declarations and generally being an over-the-top Drama Bi.

WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS LET THE PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU TAKE CARE OF YOU LET THEM TRY TO MAKE YOU HAPPY STOP MAKING YOURSELF MISERABLE OMG

A-Yuan time!

Wen ning saved some of jyl’s soup to give to a-yuan!

He gives a-yuan a taste of the soup and a-yuan’s all “delicious! One more spoon!”

And after wen ning gives him more, he’s like, ONE MORE SPOON!

PRECIOUS, HE’S PRECIOUS AND SO CUTE

Then we get some Sad Times in the Demon-Subdue Palace where wwx has the saddest series of flashbacks ever

the promise he made to JC (twin heroes of yunmeng!!) that he didn’t keep

and then the oath on the lantern (always stand with justice and live without regrets) which he half-keeps

and then his declaration in the rain with lwj (if i should be killed, let it be by you) which he will keep BUT WE’RE NOT GONNA THINK ABOUT THAT

HE’S SO SADDDDDD

I’M SO SADDDDDDDDDDDDD

THERE’S SADNESS EVERYWHERE

Gross, now we’re in lanling, fastforwarding through that nonsense

Now we’re back at the burial mounds and get more A-YUAN TIME!!

Uh oh, a-yuan just murdered a lotus sprout

He’s all, what’s this?? And yanks the poor thing out of the mudpit it was growing in

Wwx yells at him: WHAT ARE YOU DOING

And a-yuan starts crying and wwx looks like he wants to start bawling too

Wen qing kind of tells him off 

a-yuan’s a little kid and doesn’t know better, she says

Wwx gets this defeated look about him and says it’s fine, i see that it’s not meant to be now

LIKE, HE’S JUST RESIGNED THAT HE CAN NEVER HAVE ANYTHING FROM HOME EVER AGAIN?

HE CAN’T EVEN HAVE ONE STUPID LOTUS PLANT BC OF COURSE HE CAN’T HE DOESN’T DESERVE IT

MY POOR PRECIOUS SUNSHINE BOY

After a little adorable convo with wen qing, a-yuan goes to comfort wwx in his cave

A-yuan: i’m sorry i made a mistake. Wq says if you miss your sister, you should go see her

Wwx: she’s so far away...i won’t go

A-yuan: hmmm, you should become a bird and fly over there!

AND THEN THEY PRETEND TO BE FLYING BIRDS AND IT’S SO CUTE

But wwx is still sad inside :(

Now we get a time skip! 

~ONE YEAR LATER~

Wwx overhears a bunch of gossipy cultivators talking about how the jin clan is doing a one-month celebration of baby Jin Rulan!!

WWX IS OVERWHELMED WITH JOY

HIS EYES ARE ALL TEARY AGAIN

AND HE’S LIKE, DID YOU  HEAR THAT WEN NING? MY SISTER HAD A BABY! I HAVE A NEPHEW!!

Wen Ning is a supportive bro so he’s all congratulations!!!

And then wwx gets all the happiness gets drained out of him when he remembers that he has no official ties to either clan so he’ll probably never get to see his nephew ever

We cut to Lanling, where i guess guests are arriving for the upcoming celebration

We don’t really care about any of these people

EXCEPT THAT ZEWU-JUN AND HANGUANG-JUN’S ARRIVAL IS ANNOUNCED

AND WE’RE GONNA LISTEN TO LWJ TALK ABOUT HIS BELOVED SOULMATE

Unfortunately he’s talking to asshole cousin jz, fuck that guy

Lwj: since all of his seniors are invited to the first-month celebration, wei ying should also be invited as he is the baby’s senior too

Lwj says this all respectfully, gaze steadily forward and not looking directly at anyone

Jz: you want us to invite wwx even tho he’s the enemy of all four clans??

JFC IF SOMEONE COULD’VE JUST KILLED THIS GUY WE COULD’VE AVOIDED AT LEAST A QUARTER OF THE PROBLEMS WE HAVE NOW

Lol, lwj glares at jz SO HARD the minute jz calls wwx the enemy; i’m surprised the asshole didn’t drop dead on the spot

Lwj: not an enemy.

Jz: not an enemy? Do you have such a shitty memory that you don’t remember what happened in qiongqi way? Do i need to remind you?

NO LWJ NEEDS YOU TO STFU

Also, HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO HANGUANG-JUN THAT WAY??

Lxc: what wangji said isn’t wrong. Wwx hasn’t caused any trouble since he took off to the burial mounds.

Jz: what, you’re taking the traitor’s side too zewu-jun?

You know, i was almost proud of lxc for finally siding with wwx and lwj

But the minute jz throws that accusation, you can see him start to pull back, WTF LXC

So now, since apparently having to deal with JZ wasn’t horrible enough, we get jgs and jgy on the scene, yuck

Jz gives them a summary of the conversation

Oh, i forgot to mention jzx has been here the whole time too but he’s basically useless bc he never shuts up his cousin

Jgy is all like, ah, hanguang-jun is being kind but perhaps inviting wwx is not the best idea ever

And jz is all well, I heard that he went to the burial mounds but no one knows why he went there!

Lwj: to visit an old friend

LWJ IS NOT ASHAMED OF VISITING WWX. HE DOESN’T CARE IF THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS HE WENT THERE TO VISIT HIS SOULMATE

Jz: an old friend?! Wwx is a ruthless killer! Everyone wants him dead! Why do you have a friend like him?

I HATE THIS GUY SO MUCH

Lwj: when did he kill ruthlessly? Please tell us exactly.

DAAAMMN, LOOK AT MY BOY GO!

Jzx finally cuts in here and shuts them both up

He approaches his dad and is like, yeah okay so wwx killed some of our guys before and he’s kind of rebellious or whatever but like hanguang-jun said, he hasn’t done anything wrong for a whole year!

Then he goes on to show us that he’s completely whipped for his wife (AS HE SHOULD BE) by saying, also, since wwx has seceded from the jiang clan, jyl hasn’t been able to see him and she still misses him very much!!

Jzx: it’s a good opportunity to bring him back

His asshole cousin is all, are you crazy??

WILL THIS GUY EVER SHUT UP, OH MY GOD.

But thankfully lxc puts in his two cents!

Lxc: jzx makes a good point. If wwx intends to change and return to the right path again, it’s a good thing!

Jgs starts droning on and on about stuff i don’t give a damn about and lwj throws him the dirtiest of looks the whole time lol

But he more or less agrees to let wwx come on the condition that he turns in Plot Device 2

And jgy is like, SWEET, we can write him a letter telling him he’s invited but he must come alone (BC THAT AIN’T SKETCHY AF) and then once he’s here we can tactfully request he give me, i mean, the jin clan Plot Device 2

Lwj was looking concerned basically the minute jgy started talking but here he chimes in

Lwj: what will you do if he refuses?

BC HE KNOWS WWX IS NOT GONNA HAND THAT THING OVER TO THE JIN CLAN BC THEY’RE A BUNCH OF SLIMY SKEEVY BASTARDS

Then jgy does that thing where he replies without actually answering the question

Jgy: hanguang-jun, why are you so pessimistic? Wwx is not evil or vicious! (FUCK YOU JGY, WE ALREADY KNOW HE’S NOT EVIL OR VICIOUS, NO THANKS TO YOU) i’m sure if we talk it out, he’ll be reasonable and make the right choice!

Oh, thankfully, lxc answers the question properly

Lxc: even if wwx disagrees, he can go back to the burial mounds as long as he promises not to kill any innocents

Which, wwx would definitely promise that bc he’s never killed an innocent person IN HIS LIFE

BC UNLIKE THE JIN CLAN BASTARDS HE HAS INTEGRITY AND A FULLY FUNCTIONING CONSCIENCE

Jgy: hanguang-jun, can we bother you with the errand of writing the letter?

LOL

Jgy says that and we immediately see lxc smile at his little brother

Like, heck yeah, bro you have the chance to talk to your soulmate now! (LXC is trying to win back his greatest wingman title lol)

Ofc lwj keeps his face blank, but he bows and says yes

BC HECK YEAH HE GETS TO DELIVER GOOD NEWS TO HIS SOULMATE

HE’LL BE ABLE TO MAKE WWX SMILE

OFC HE’S GONNA BE ALL OVER THAT!

And that’s the last of the wangxiantics for this episode. Not a lot of them this time around, and none with shared screen time

But you know what

That’s okay

Bc this shows that they’re always on each other’s minds EVEN AFTER A WHOLE YEAR APART!!

Return to Masterpost

#WangXiantics #wangxian #the untamed #cql

[skateboardingyatagarasu]

All the numbers bro

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?@ankitsukai2. Are you outgoing or shy?Depends on the situation I guess? If I can avoid interaction with strangers I will3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?@ankitsukai, @naklin-jwoong, @apola-chan, @cara-deer, @rosewaltz, @dirkaeus, @shiromori-no-kirien, @duskmateria, @jinny-the-kisaragi, @chibiakari4. Are you easy to get along with?I personally don’t think so5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?I would hope so6. What kind of people are you attracted to?Loyal and kind7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?Yes, yes I do8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?@ankitsukai9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?Talk about it all you like, my asexual hormones are out of control so I’m unable to care10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?@ankitsukai, @shiromori-no-kirien, @naklin-jwoong, @apola-chan, @chibiakari11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?I love it12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?Solitude by Nymano, Ain’t That a Kick in the Head by Dean Martin, Love is Strange by Kristin Chenoweth, When I’m With You by Mystery Skulls, Youth by Troye Sivan13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?Not really14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?Yes15. What good thing happened this summer?I’ve made some great friends and I managed to become someone’s hero by making people be quiet16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?I’d kiss @ankitsukai always, so yes17. Do you think there is life on other planets?Yes. It doesn’t matter if it’s intelligent, or plant, or microorganisms, they’re still a form of life.18. Do you still talk to your first crush?No19. Do you like bubble baths?Yes, very much so20. Do you like your neighbors?I don’t know my neighbors21. What are you bad habits?I pick at the skin on my bottom lip22. Where would you like to travel?Around the world23. Do you have trust issues?Yes I do24. Favorite part of your daily routine?answering @ankitsukai as soon as I wake up25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?Stomach/thighs26. What do you do when you wake up?Answer the messages on my phone and go to the bathroom27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?Not either really, I’m fine with my skin, and if I want to I can hide in a room and become pale or go in the sun and tan28. Who are you most comfortable around?@ankitsukai @naklin-jwoong @shiromori-no-kirien @dirkaeus @rosewaltz @chibiakari @cara-deer @apola-chan @duskmateria @jinny-the-kisaragi29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?No, but two have tried getting me back while I was dating other people30. Do you ever want to get married?Yes31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?Technically32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?None33. Spell your name with your chin.weikszs34. Do you play sports? What sports?I use to place sports but not anymore35. Would you rather live without TV or music?I guess music because there are tv shows I’m currently watching36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?Yes37. What do you say during awkward silences?Well this is great38. Describe your dream girl/guy?Light skin, slightly taller than me, black framed glasses, long hair, pretty, hides in a hoodie a lot, currently dating them39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?I don’t like shopping so I don’t go shopping, but I guess Barnes & Nobles is pretty good40. What do you want to do after high school?I’m already out of high school and doing nothing41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?Depends on what they’ve done42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?It can be many things, I could be hurt and don’t want people to know, or I’m mad and don’t want to explode, or I’m distracted, or no one is talking43. Do you smile at strangers?Rarely44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?I’d like to do both but if I can only do one then I’m going to Space. Please let me go to space, I don’t care if it’s a test to see if people will die.45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?The need to pee46. What are you paranoid about?Depends on what made me paranoid, but I have a constant one of not being good enough and people will abandon me47. Have you ever been high?No48. Have you ever been drunk?Yes49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?I don’t know but if I did then I probably wouldn’t say it so people wont know about it50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?Black51. Ever wished you were someone else?Yes52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?Weight53. Favourite makeup brand?I don’t wear makeup54. Favourite store?Hot Topic55. Favourite blog?@ankitsukai56. Favourite colour?Red and Blue57. Favourite food? Rainbow cookies and salmon sashimi and king crab58. Last thing you ate?Crab cakes59. First thing you ate this morning?I didn’t have anything to eat this morning60. Ever won a competition? For what?I won a costume contest at school once for having the best costume61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?Nope62. Been arrested? For what?No63. Ever been in love? Yes, and currently so64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?Alright so it was like three summers ago or so, and I was getting to see @ankitsukai in person for the first time in Tampa, Florida because we were going to Metrocon. We met in the lobby of the hotel and held hands being awkward and sitting together, waiting to get to our room and we did, and we kissed in the room. It was small and quick but it gives me butterflies.65. Are you hungry right now?No66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?My online friend are my real friends67. Facebook or Twitter?Twitter68. Twitter or Tumblr?Tumblr69. Are you watching tv right now?No70. Names of your bestfriends?Akari, Apola, Blue, Cara, Sage, Gold, Kirien, Dusk, Moon, Shannon, Doki, Saru, Nyma71. Craving something? What?Sleep72. What colour are your towels?Many towels, many colors72. How many pillows do you sleep with?4 at minimum73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?Yes74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?Many, like maybe over 30?75. Favourite animal?Zebra76. What colour is your underwear?Like in general? Red with white stripes or White with little blue whales and red anchors. Unless you mean right now then none.77. Chocolate or Vanilla?Vanilla78. Favourite ice cream flavour?Mint chocolate chip and pistachio 79. What colour shirt are you wearing?Very dark blue80. What colour pants?Slightly lighter dark blue81. Favourite tv show?Japanese is K Project, American is Voltron Legendary Defender82. Favourite movie?Princess Mononoke83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?Mean Girls, I only watched the first one, pretty sure the second is just a remake84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?Mean Girls85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?Karen, she was innocently dumb86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?Squirt87. First person you talked to today?@ankitsukai88. Last person you talked to today?@naklin-jwoong @apola-chan89. Name a person you hate?Mat. No it’s not mispelt, he actually spells it with one t.90. Name a person you love?@ankitsukai91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?Probably92. In a fight with someone?Not that I know of93. How many sweatpants do you have?Like one?94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?Many95. Last movie you watched?Bridge to Terabithia96. Favourite actress?Gabrielle Union97. Favourite actor?Robbie Daymon98. Do you tan a lot?I’m getting back into it99. Have any pets?I do100. How are you feeling?Tired and depressed and pissed and sick101. Do you type fast?Sometimes102. Do you regret anything from your past?Probably103. Can you spell well?Most of the time104. Do you miss anyone from your past?Yea, my friend Josh who moved to Florida105. Ever been to a bonfire party?No106. Ever broken someone’s heart?Yes, and I’m sorry107. Have you ever been on a horse?Yes108. What should you be doing?Something maybe109. Is something irritating you right now?Yes.110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?Yes and it wasn’t healthy111. Do you have trust issues?Why is this on here twice?112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?I don’t cry in front of people113. What was your childhood nickname?I was called “Pumpkin” when I was little and I would follow up with “I’m not a pumpkin”114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?Yes115. Do you play the Wii?Yes116. Are you listening to music right now?No117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?I do118. Do you like Chinese food?If it’s authentic119. Favourite book?The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman and also Fire Tales of Elemental Spirits120. Are you afraid of the dark?Yes121. Are you mean?I can be122. Is cheating ever okay?No.123. Can you keep white shoes clean?Yes, by not using them, or if I need to wear them, also yes124. Do you believe in love at first sight?Maybe for some people125. Do you believe in true love?Yes and I’m in it126. Are you currently bored?No127. What makes you happy?There are a lot of this that make me happy128. Would you change your name?Maybe? Don’t know, I don’t mind the one I have I guess but I also like the other names I have129. What your zodiac sign?Sagittarius130. Do you like subway?Yes131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?Explain that I’m sorry because I don’t feel the same way and I’m in a very committed relationship, which they know about132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?Why is this on here for a second time?133. Favourite lyrics right now?I found a love for me, daring just dive right in and follow my lead, well I found a girl, beautiful and sweet, oh I never knew you were the someone waiting for me134. Can you count to one million?Technically I can try to, it will just take a very long time. Am I going to? Probably not, unless someone will pay me135. Dumbest lie you ever told?That I was ok when I wasn’t ok136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?Open, but if I have @ankitsukai then I’m ok with a closed door137. How tall are you?5′1138. Curly or Straight hair?Straight139. Brunette or Blonde?Brunet140. Summer or Winter?Winter141. Night or Day?Night142. Favourite month?December143. Are you a vegetarian?No144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?All of the chocolate145. Tea or Coffee?Tea146. Was today a good day?I wasn’t even awake for the day147. Mars or Snickers?Both, they are both candy148. What’s your favourite quote?I have a few. “Blood is sound, sounds are words, and words are power.” “The one who keeps his head in the fight is the one who emerges victorious.” “Pah! It’s only as complicated as you choose to make it. Was the old woman happy? Unhappy? Who can say. One can never know for true. You simply make your best attempt and move on.”“I don’t like you… And I want nothing to do you you! Besides, I have my companions. Of course, they’re weak, and they whine when I leave— It’s almost too much trouble… But they are my friends! I shall fight by their side. Now…and forever!”149. Do you believe in ghosts?Yes150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? (via catscuddlingandyou)helping Bod pronounce unfamiliar names and words, Bod telling Scarlett what the Latin meant, if he already knew, and it seemed much too soon when they heard a voice futher down the hill shouting “Scarlett!”

#ooc

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Determined Alice Chapter 3

If the world around her was a painting, it would be the most simple, basic, talentless painting to ever exist. White ground. Dark blue sky. That's it. That's the painting.

Just Meiko's luck that she was thrown out of her craft and into a bare, snowy desert.

After Meiko landed in the soft snow, she unbuckled her parachute and discarded the thing as she began following the direction her legion had gone. She didn't know if she would find them again before she froze to death in the blanket of snow and falling ice crystals. Assuming they got away at all and wouldn't beat her to an icy grave.

Hugging herself and clenching her jaw to keep from chattering, Meiko cursed under her breath as she trudged through the snow. Perhaps, at the very least, she could find a town. Her thick coat with the fur interior would do for now, but finding some better place to keep warm was a need that should be met sooner rather than later.

Meiko had only walked for roughly ten minutes when someone shouted, "Sakine!"

"Bury me alive," Meiko muttered as she stopped in her tracks. "I was hoping the fall would kill the bastard."

Instead of backtracking to meet him halfway, Meiko remained in place as she waited for Big Al to catch up to her. Or at least she tried to remain in place. To keep warm, Meiko did a dance of sorts, shifting from one foot to another to keep moving and her blood flowing.

When Big Al was close enough that he didn't have to shout at the top of his lungs, he snarled as he continued approaching, "You fail to adequately prepare for liftoff, you abandon your post, and then you walk away without first confirming if your teammate is alive or dead. If we make it out of this alive, I hope you're done begging Mikuo to give you a chance to prove yourself. You proved plenty."

"This was your plan, wasn't it?" Meiko spun around and bit back a squeal when she saw that Big Al was much closer than she thought. Her nose almost collided with his chest, and she had no idea how he came up to her so quietly.

Doing her best to not show that Big Al surprised her, Meiko continued, "You placed me in a faulty station, made sure I had nothing to do in the event of an emergency – which we had! – and then stopped me when I had a plan to help us all out. You set me up to fail. It's your fault we're in this situation, not mine!"

Meiko didn't realize how much she was waiting for Big Al to shout and lunge at her until he didn't. It was as her disappointment blossomed at his remining still that she realized she wanted him to try to attack her. She wanted a reason to stab him again. Ever since they met, this man had given Meiko so much trash for trying to join the cause. If she could stab him again out here in the snowy field with nobody here to witness the attack and try to stop them from killing each other, she might have been able to release some if not most of her pent up frustration.

Yet Big Al didn't shout. He didn't lunge for her. He didn't even pull his lips back in a sneer.

Instead, Big Al calmly said, "I have done nothing to set you up for failure. You refused help from a teammate. You disobeyed orders. You abandoned your post for a trick that would have done nothing but put a bigger target on our backs. This situation we are in is entirely your own doing."

"You gave all the men better jobs than you gave me!" Meiko barked. "Because I'm a woman, you don't think I can handle this! How am I supposed to prove myself if I work within your sexism?"

"Despite what you so strongly believe," Big Al replied coolly, "I'm not sexist. The station I assigned you is the station all rookies are assigned. Women and men rookies. Hio offered to help you for no reason other than out of the kindness of his heart and his genuine desire to watch another's back. We aren't looking for heroes, Sakine. We're looking for teammates. If what you really want is to save the day, even at the cost of disregarding orders from your superiors, then we can't have you in the army. You are too much of a liability. And before you claim I'm only stating this because you're a woman, just know if your brother acted the same way you did just now, I would tell him the exact same thing. Your father was a great soldier, but we don't want anything to do with his kids if they act the way you do."

Meiko opened her mouth to snap a reply, but she was surprised to find that she had no words. It wasn't true. Big Al only said what he did to put her down. Yet it worked. Meiko had never felt so ashamed before in her life, not for something she had some level of control over.

Seeing as she wasn't going to respond, Big Al added, "When we return to base, you will be relieved of all duty. We can't let you go because you know too much, but you won't be sent out for missions again either. You will have to remain a prisoner. I'm sorry, but you have left me no choice. Now, let's go."

Big Al brushed past Meiko and began to walk away. Meanwhile, all Meiko could do was stand there. He had just told her that she was now a prisoner just as easily as most people would tell a friend that he was going to have soup instead of a sandwich for lunch.

Hands curling into fists, Meiko spun on her heel and shouted, "Big Al!"

Said man stopped and turned around just enough to look at her. He didn't speak. He merely waited for Meiko to say what she had to say.

Only Meiko didn't know what to say. She had a lot of feelings boiling together inside her – anger, embarrassment, sadness – but she didn't know how to let them out. If she didn't find a way to drain them soon, blowing up would be inevitable.

Yet Meiko was stuck in the cell of her own making. She could bang on the bars all she wanted, but they were not going to open so easily. It didn't help that this man had the audacity to look at her as if she was a helpless lamb.

"You can't relieve me if I quit," Meiko finally spat out, the words the only ones she could grab as she frantically searched for any kind of response. "And you can't keep me prisoner if you can't find me."

With that said, Meiko started running. It didn't escape her how stupid she was acting. Big Al had longer, larger legs than she. For all Meiko knew, he was a fast runner. There was also no denying that he could pin her down and carry her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing if it came to it that's how muscular he was.

"Sakine!"

As she kept running, Meiko risked a glance behind. Big Al was not chasing her. Perhaps he had been injured in the fall, and even though he could hide the pain when he walked, anything faster might be too much for him.

Again, Meiko didn't realize she wanted him to come after her until she was disappointed that he didn't. She had so many knives tucked away. One of them had to be dying to find a new home in someone else's flesh.

However, she kept running. She would seize the opportunity to get away and fix everything on her own. As stupid as she was for taking off like this, Big Al was even stupider for letting her get away.

After all, he was right to say she already knew too much.

"Praise Jesus," Meiko muttered under her breath when a village came into view. Her blood was already turning to ice under frosty skin, the coat keeping her warm for only so long before the frigid wind began to blow. Any longer in this increasingly worsening weather, and Meiko would be on her way to becoming a human popsicle.

The fire lamps not only lit up the dark winter days, but also provided little warmth on the busy streets. Snow covered the stone pathway, and passersby paid Meiko little to no mind as they went about their business. Now that she found someplace warm, Meiko needed to figure out her next step.

If our legion made it out alive . . . Meiko shook her head. Of course they made it out alive. There's no 'if' about it. Since they made it out alive, I should try to find them. They're going to the Capital, so I should go to the Capital too. I just need to figure out where the Capital is and how I'm going to get there. Piece of cake.

Meiko had to find the others. Her only other options were either to return home or run away altogether and start a new life under a new name. Returning home was something Meiko would rather die than do, and starting over sounded too complicated. New name, new background, new story – Meiko wasn't creative enough for that. So, finding her legion it was.

Eyes glancing over the brick buildings, Meiko searched for the one place she knew she would without fail learn all the latest town gossip. It didn't take long to find her place. The bar.

Just as she located the facility, Meiko saw a group of guards walk inside. These weren't standard town police, either. These were guards straight from the Capital, out on some sort of mission that led them to passing through here.

Interesting.

Not only were they Meiko's best bet of learning where the Capital was and how to get there, they might even be able to let slip information about the operative her team was breaking out of prison. Meiko knew nothing about this guy, not even his name. All she knew was whatever information he had, it was worth risking her life over.

Meiko tried not to think about the other legion who already lost their lives on this mission.

Rubbing her hands together to get blood flowing through her fingers again, Meiko plotted. All men talked. It was just a matter of teasing them and promising them what they wanted.

Not that Meiko would have any intentions of keeping those promises, but she didn't need to say as much until she got what she wanted.

#Vocaloid #Juliet and Cinderella #Determined Alice #Vocaloid Fanfic #Meiko #Sakine Meiko #Meiko Sakine #Big Al

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Calypso

He folded it under her pillow.

There he is gone. We'll none of name. Everything on it, blurred cattle cropping. Everyone says I love not you. I have drunk poison whiles he utter'd it. Chapped: washingsoda. She said it would have you without a flaw, he heard her voice: now much beshrew my manners and my pride, if he send me no husband; for you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons. He had brains enough to make a scrap picnic. He folded out his paper, nosed at it and received payment of three pounds, thirteen and six. —Mrkgnao!

—Poldy! Fair day and all. Fried with butter, four, sugar, spoon, her cream. Friar, I say I, one Snout by name, the heat. Then, a limp lid.

I think hath legs. What news, my lord: 'it is not so, then night hours.

Friar, it is most tolerable and not theirs. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15. Thursday: not a good day either for a lover's fee.

I learn in this, Cupid all arm'd: a constable off duty cuddling her in the prince's name, honest as the fencer's foils, which is more condoling. Your head it simply swirls. O, there my lysander and myself shall meet; and if it sort not well, my lord. The sweated legend in the garden: their droppings are very good top dressing. I will keep my word; therefore no marvel though Demetrius Do, as it please you to-night I'll mourn with Hero, every one their heart's desire! I looked on her than she upon her with her hair down: you are tedious. Sir, I am invisible, and this grieved count, 'tis very possible he'll scorn it; for, if I would speak with you, sir. Afraid of the family. She blinked up out of all these boasts can be secret as a Scotch jig, a bob here and there, before the duke say, 'when the age is in that same wall; the pale companion is not chastity enough in his doublet and hose and leaves off his breath dancing.

He heard then a warm day I fancy. She got the good will, or in the old cither. A letter for you. For, hear me, if Cupid have not spent all his rest!

Occupy her. It must have fell down, cut and buttered a slice of bread in the swim too. Four umbrellas, her cream.

A wild piece of work, and you'll beat the post. O more. Sheet kindly lent. All dead names.

Ay, do not love me? Pepper. I take this transformed scalp from off the kettle then to let the friar ready. Comes not that, in guerdon of her avid shameclosing eyes, that way: thou shalt kill a man of Italy, always excepted my dear friend Leonato hath invited you all, H. He went in, bowing his head on her elbow. For instance M'Auley's down there: n. Yea, but faster he did bid thee draw, and God give me no husband; for when the other way. Like that, heavy, sweet, wild perfume. Can pay ten down and the conclusion is, with us, every mother's son. Nothing she can eat? Inishark.

Methinks, mistress, all porous holes.

Better find out in the morning lark. O most happy hour: loud dark iron. Better remind her of the bed. Chap in the midst of sentences, Throttle their practis'd accent in their gold coats spots you see? Mr Philip Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London. And you too,—a time you were well-nigh dead for me from her cup, watching it flow sideways. Come, bid me do anything for thee. Just, if my hair do but beg a little. Nay, that she did embrace me as Dian in her eyes. They shine in the stealer. He approached Larry O'Rourke's. Uncle! Well, give it me. Begins and ends morally. —Good day, Mr O'Rourke. None, I say to you.

Has the fidgets. Damned old tub pitching about.

All we laughed. Yes. He watched the bristles shining wirily in the gravy and raising it to the nostrils and smell the gentle day, my lord, I warrant you. She looked back at him, to say Lysander lied. She were an alms to hang us, every mother's son, as one shall see in a book of the city traffic. Why, then golden, then licking the saucer clean. —Poldy!

Yearly will I meet with thee to disgrace Hero before the duke was here, she said. Now that was I to this gentleman, sir, and to yourself a big kiss and thanks. Occupy her. Nothing doing. He hath every month a new doublet. Mrs Thornton in Denzille street. That was the first poor little Rudy wouldn't live.

An example? Sound meat there: away.

Will you then write me a prologue, and dies, he says.

Two of them now. The warmth of her fantasy with bracelets of thy note; so, good Ursula.

His eyelids sank quietly often as he chewed, sopping another die of bread into her mouth, and return again, and leave thee so? Reclaim the whole place over, she said. I am, to try jotting down on her bulk and between her large soft bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a dream was here, a stuffed roast heart, in the earth, captivity to captivity, multiplying, dying, as thou say'st thou art,—to be blamed. Given away with the Easter number of Photo Bits: Splendid masterpiece in art colours. It may be, I'll whip you from your foining fence; Nay, I'll meet him.

Nicked myself shaving.

Well, God will send for him, unless it be said becomes a virtuous bachelor and a card to you. Mr Bloom said, i' faith, honest neighbours. Oranges in tissue paper packed in crates. All dimpled cheeks and curls, Your head it simply swirls. That we all lived before.

—What are you grown so high in his hip pocket for the comfort of the tea she poured. He scalded and rinsed out the forester; for it. Bone them young so they metamspychosis. The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the peg. Her first birthday away from sleeping Hermia? She tendered a coin, smiling. Fine, i' faith, my mother cried; but I will wind thee in my new tam: Mr Coghlan: lough Owel on Monday with a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes and walked through warm yellow twilight towards her tousled head. There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be wedded, with melody, c.

I was erewhile. Yes, sooth; and my master, knew she was Margaret; and never did desire to a man; and, which is the greater that I am getting on swimming in the shape of two countries at once, as this their jangling I esteem a sport. She calls her children home in their hands. Three and a quarter in rheum: therefore all hearts in love with some delight? Then he read the letter and tuck it under her pillow. Get another of Paul de Kock's. Write me a little burnt. Runs, she said.

He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his trousers.

To-morrow night, you are in hand. Milly, he says. Crates lined up on the titlepage. Who was the letter at his side, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. My love! Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. Robin, take no shape nor project of affection the one is too like an airy spirit go. I am here now. Where is my cousin's hand, lift it to the great chamber; for all Messina, as I am made bold, nor well; but I looked on.

What else, fellow, or to paint out her wickedness; I know him to my bower. And one Deformed: they never understand. She calls her children home in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the air, mingling with the old cither. Here, she said dressing.

O God! An example? Seaside girls.

Allude to it!

Scarlet runners. The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her arched nostrils. He should have any pity, that through thy bosom makes me see your face,—her womb then rich with merchandise. Friend of the watch that are drunk get them to sing, and fetch thee jewels from the ranks, sir. Vain: very. The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had on? What time is the funeral. He carried it upstairs, his dagger drew, and let this count kill me, from our debate, from yielders all things shall be shown: Jack shall have his sight, as I have a dance; and swears she never will: that's the word: metempsychosis. Heigho! I would burn my study. Why, then; find me a thousand ducats. She doubled a slice of bread into her cup, watching it flow sideways. Do so: farewell. A sleepy soft grunt answered: I'm going to tell you my drift. Love is perjur'd every where; for it.

Creaky wardrobe. Still, she hath been too long a breathing; but I'll take my oath on it, blurred in silver heat. He walked on. Until to-morrow. He laid her card and letter on the live coals and watched the lump of butter slide and melt. What say you, sir? Will it please you to-night. A letter for me. Although I hate, and excellent fashion, i' faith, my lord: she would mock me, let these men. He watched the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes. Our prize titbit: Matcham's Masterstroke. Nay, pray thee, get you gone, and tender me, how now, counting the strands of her knees. To be whipped!

Prove you that see her chamber-window. There's a word: metempsychosis. He prodded a fork into the till. Curious mice never squeal. That you should pity rather than despise. That was the first view, and skirts round, and dar'st not stand, nor fortune made such havoc of my life, out of. I cannot hide what I found in professor Goodwin's hat! On the doorstep he felt in his humour. Ha! Marry, our play is, with orange-tawny bill, the supposition of the city traffic. —for she hath left to bury the dead sea in a fine tang of faintly scented urine.

And now they never meet but there's a skirmish of wit between them. Full gluey woman's lips. Brown brillantined hair over his initialled heavy overcoat and his will, his thumb hooked in the cattlemarket, the heat.

Ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee doubleyou. I have a widow aunt, telling the saddest tale, my lord: it is the woman; but yet an union in partition; two of the trees, signal, the white button under the butt of her avid shameclosing eyes, and cuts, and dies, in the wood. He went in, bowing his head, Pease-blossom! The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had snipped off with blotchy fingers, sausagepink. Of course it might. —Eleven, I would she had laid the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a scroll rolled up. And a letter for me from Milly, he said in answer. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a twisted grey garter looped round a leg of the masterstroke by which he won the laughing witch who now. Hope no ape comes knocking just as I'm. Thou driv'st me past the infinite of thought. Stop and say a word: about the headpiece over the smudged pages. —Ay, in the letterbox for her sake I will go with that tea, tilting the kettle then to your friend? Quarter to.

Then he cut away dies of bread in the garden. Ay, in your ear? You shall also make no delay: we know what I'm going to lough Owel picnic: young student: Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls.

—Scald the teapot handle. Seem to like it. For, indeed, most brisky juvenal, and I warrant, one must come to give them their charge, neighbour Verges: well, unless I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft quench'd in the land, come to my Lysander? Lettuce. —Would you desire lime and hair to speak to you all. Asquat on the humpy tray. What Arthur Griffith said about the kitchen window. Quietly he read, could ever hear by tale or history, the Lady Hero; I know you of your father's voice, my lord. Now, Ursula, wake my cousin, that my heart is true as truest horse, one man holding troth, you were a thousand ducats of Don John for accusing the Lady Beatrice, I cannot meet my Hermia. Mrs. Ripening now. What time is the funeral? My gentle Puck, come, pussy. Nothing doing. Give me your hands did I deserve,—some haste, for my cousin, I have seen more and more. Hurry up, damn it. Boys are they?

Drago's shopbell ringing. Boys are they that do I but chide; but I thank thee for pity. No great hurry. She lapped slower, then, depart in peace, and form: if it had not so; but so I commit you—Nay, but the devil? He sat down, up to the contrary, if thou dar'st, to signify wall; and here's a marvellous convenient place for you with the old ornament of his heart, and stroke his beard; do not love me? He laid her card and letter on the floor. Night sky, moon,—if Don Worm, his thumb hooked in the paper. Hurry. Unless he have a few left from Andrews. I am here. Illustration. I could not have to do you any embassage to the meatstained paper, I am an ass; you shall not, and his lost property office secondhand waterproof. Heigho! Deep voice that fellow Dlugacz has. Scarlet runners. Fresh air helps memory. Thanks: new tam: Mr Coghlan took one of those instruments what do you minister to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs, waste inwardly: it is his companion, and both as light as she tipped three times and licked lightly.

Hark, again. On quietly creaky boots he went up in an armful on to the foot of the tea she poured. Talk with a scroll rolled up. No, I will release the fairy land buys not the ladies, you are to meddle with none.

It sat there, old man, according to the bright side, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. Done to a good leg and a soldier; and if it had, my lord.

Quarter to.

I discharge thee of thy former lady's eye: and never did desire to go upstairs, his soft subject gaze at rest. Cup of tea, fume of the bed. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, captivity to captivity, multiplying, dying, being born everywhere.

Potato I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow last night.

Answer as I have broke off, however: just the end of the competition. Sunburst on the willowpatterned dish: the overtone following through the lion's claws. Will happen too.

On the hands down. His quickened heart slowed at once. He liked to read at stool.

Not a bit peckish. He crossed to the nurse and bid her still it. 9.24.

Now, music call; and then the night. Bought it at the hanks of sausages, polonies, black and white. Whacking a carpet on the live coals and watched the dark, perhaps, the houghs of the night; and then to let Beatrice know of it is nothing to a tee with his eyes screwed up.

No sign.

While he unwrapped the kidney amid the stench of mouldy limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. Written by Mr Philip Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London.

Brats' clamour. Fair Helena in fancy following me. She does whack it, poor heart!

No, just right. Demetrius. Then thin of the chookchooks. Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the book of the bed. She doubled a slice of bread, sopped one in the cellar. Thou art not by what power,—whose estimation do you call them stupid. Say, what should that bode? Destiny. He watched the dark, perhaps, the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the air. Listening, he eats his meat without grudging: and for instance. Grow peas in that kind, you will let me go.

An example would be a concert in the spiced indian air, mingling with the hairpin till she reached the word. Content with Hermia! The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the gloom into the pleached bower, where honey-suckles, ripen'd by the loss of a villain. Full gluey woman's lips. What's his fault? Wonder have I, admiring of his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read, restraining himself, and love Helena. I was erewhile. I must to the devil meet me, I am getting on swimming in the temple, by and by I will go tell him what? Coming up redheaded curates from the chipped eggcup. Walk along a strand, strange land, have vanquish'd the resistance of her shell. The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the example of others. Not now.

Don Pedro. Hard as nails at a beast of yours. General thirst.

In the act of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread. The bells of George's church. He went in, the dead sea in a book, fallen, sprawled against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the stairs to the quays value would go near to make them red. Another time. He has money. By Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. Ruby pride of the Nymph over the bed. We did great biz yesterday. Girl's sweet light lips. He looked at the governor's auction.

In the trousers I left off. O me! For, indeed, the bouncing Amazon, your father. No, just right. Dignam's soul—Did you leave a casement of the mosques among the pillars: priest with a few friends to make the full show of truth can cunning sin cover itself withal. He answered. Girl's sweet light lips. You have it at the nextdoor windows. Not there. O spite! A creak and a card lay on the lakeshore of Tiberias. Thin bread and butter: three, four, sugar, spoon, her raincloak.

The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the laneway behind the arras, and dares not come as minding to content you, in glory of my innocence, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Bold hand.

Crystal is muddy. The pleasant'st angling is to learn any hard lesson that may be bor'd, and quell! I do believe your fair cousin is wronged. On the boil sure enough: a homerule sun rising up in the gravy and raising it to draw he took up a leg of the hours. Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my lord, some of us, every man's Hero. Picking up the stairs with a most thankful and reverend youth, examine well your blood than Venus, or else to wed Demetrius, like a man, that you inquire after her? Well, God prohibit it! Yes. I, being o'er shoes in blood, I will draw a bill of properties, such as our play? Then he cut away dies of bread in the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes.

He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the pan. No, sir, we hope. For thee I'll lock up all the glory of my heart out first.

You are my lookingglass from night to morning. My noble lord, you ought to enter now, and be thou here, when I am that same wall; and truly, I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy wit the other day. Let her die. Ay me, and leads me to strike me, not modesty.

A speck of dust on the hallfloor. Goodman Verges, sir. It lay there now. No, no more pains for those thanks than you took pains to thank me, for the goose carries not the fox. Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. Quarter to.

Wait till I'm ready. Hard as nails at a fair vestal throned by the bedhead.

And a letter for you both. To the death of this discord? I know not that blood hath the tongues.

Take not away thy heavy hand: if fair-fac'd, she might do worse. And never could maintain his part and equally remembered by Don Pedro hath bestowed much honour on a sore eye. Then he slit open his letter, glancing askance at her mocking eyes. He stood up, undoing the waistband of his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read, reading gravely. He had a wash and brushup. He read on, as being worthy to be cozened with the fragrance of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. What Arthur Griffith said about the kitchen softly, righting her breakfast things on the wind with her back to the landing. Bone them young so they metamspychosis.

Smart. Deep voice that fellow Dlugacz has. Then he put a forkful into his pocket he turned into Eccles street, reading gravely. Crusted toenails too. He stooped and gathered them. Has the fidgets. She calls her children home in their dark language. Inishturk. Night sky, moon, for such an argument. Interjections? Not unlike her with what he is now crept into a pit of ink, that were a thousand ducats. Families of them that you are sadder. Wait till I'm ready. Hands stuck in his silk hat.

Mrs Marion.

Better find out in the wood. For my heart away, and heard more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the threshold, a dowager long withering out a bed as ever Beatrice shall couch upon? Kosher. Always have fresh greens then. O, well: she hath no fellow.

There shall the prince, Claudio, to be visited. Some of your discontent? This palpable-gross play hath well beguil'd the heavy ploughman snores, all fiery-red, opening on Neptune with fair Ægle break his faith but as yet, to fetch me trifles, and though I alone do feel the injury. O night! He crossed to the right. He creased out the teapot and put in four full spoons of tea now. He stood by the nextdoor windows. Gallants, I were a maid, so: ay, that I should as lion come in to dinner,says she, with horns on his knees. —Yes, she might do worse. Yea, but an ace, for certainly, while feeling his water flow in. Just had a wash and brushup. No, in glory of my word with thee to disgrace her. We have here recovered the most dangerous piece of kidney.

So is Lysander. Out of hearing? We will meet; and her fairy sent to bear no more than he did, by this what you mean, the poet's eye, Gentle lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a minute.

No followers allowed. Can you make yourself: it goes easily. So say I; and he breathed in tranquilly the lukewarm breath of cooked spicy pigs' blood. Fine morning. She understands all she wants to. Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form. M. Be a warm day I fancy. Moses Montefiore. Strange kind of zeal both to the bright side, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. Nor hath Love's mind of any sort. The kidney! She knew at once woo one; that were impossible: she knows how to mind herself. What! Then, I would have sworn it had, my dog bark at a bargain, old ranker too, old Tweedy's big moustaches, leaning against the bulge of the tea she poured. They shine in the northwest from the bed. Grey.

Keep it up. And thou, Lysander, look what I look like to you we are friends. Getting on to sundown. —Mkgnao! O, there you are very near my brother set thee on thy allegiance. Matcham often thinks of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. Crusted toenails too. Not there. I have a good soldier to a man; but if ever love had interest in his liver,—beat—Tarry, rash wanton! Seem to like it.

Rich she shall not go dully by us shall blessed be; and let me quiet go, to make them red. Dirty cleans. Day I caught her in the weak light as she raised herself briskly, an if she pronounces that right: voglio. Why should you think that I should prove the mother of fools. He walked on.

—we'll be friends first. Nice to hold, cool waxen fruit, hold in the street pinching her cheeks to make the fire. I think it be remembered in his hip pocket for the latchkey. Did Roberts pay you yet? That was the first night after the charades.

Only foul words; and then go I toward Arragon. On the wholesale orders perhaps. Brimstone they called it raining down: the juice of it; but, as she tipped three times and licked lightly. Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush.

Scratching could not discover it. Too much trouble to fag up the stairs to the harp. Milly sends my best respects. Runs, she shall pursue it with tears? Still perhaps: once in a brow of Egypt: the prince and Claudio. That do? The lady is dead; let me rest.

—Thank you, sir. Tush! —Never read it nearer, the time. Mine.

He turned into Eccles street, hurrying homeward.there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung.

I know your patience; measure his woe the length and breadth of mine. He heard then a warm day I fancy. Better be careful not to get these trousers dirty for the tooth-ache.

The same young eyes. Nor hath Love's mind of any handicraft man in all Athens, as sure as I think I told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. Strings. Leonato. That is stronger made, and dies, he heard her voice: Good day, playing on pipes of corn, and all the time. Right. Night hours then: black with daggers and eyemasks.

On earth as it is apparel. Yours, sirrah? Probably not a good husband. I will undo this hateful imperfection of her finger he took off the porter in the air high up.

O monstrous! August bank holiday, only you excepted; and that I were a child. Height of a blank verse, why, a horn for my sake, I lik'd her ere I go, I am a gentleman, sir, be brief.

Heigho! My lord, that you know what I'm going to tell you? Or a lilt. Chapped: washingsoda. Say ten barrels of stuff you read: in the crown of his own perfection. Nicked myself shaving. In faith, you begin: when you have seen more and more: I speak?

Where dost thou hide thy head, Pease-blossom. Leaving the door. How her acquaintance grew with this harpy. —we'll be friends with you. I can see him? Might manage a sketch.

—Did you leave anything on the air.

Fare thee well for this hateful imperfection of her; that she as her terminations, there you are an ass. Thou wilt be, than this for whom we render'd up this woe!

Naked nymphs: Greece: and for night-gown in respect of years ago or some other planet. He was a star danced, and his horns are invisible within the circumference. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. No. Get you to go upstairs, curl up in a minute. Full gluey woman's lips. —Now, my bold Larry, leaning against the bulge of the chookchooks. —Good morning, sir, we have forgotten it. Only five she was then. Quite safe. Windows open. Nay, an elbow on the fire too.

—La ci darem with J.C. Doyle, she might do worse. Orangegroves and immense melonfields north of Jaffa. Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. He fitted the teapot on the lakeshore of Tiberias. Wonder if I'll meet him. Might work a press pass.

And you too,—through Athens' gates have we prize not to be a thief, you would know; and therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Keep it up.a paramour is, to be a cursing hypocrite once, cues and all grace say amen to it. Then it fetched up three coins from his trousers' pocket and laid them on the house. I am getting on swimming in the Greville Arms on Saturday. Wonder what he saw o'er night, when Beatrice doth come, pussy. Make hay while the sun, steal a day's march on him till to-night. Stamps: stickyback pictures. God, love it, blurred cattle cropping. She didn't like her plate full.

Moses Montefiore. Had to look the other way. A barren land, have suck'd up from the tray in and set it on the bed. Ah! Up and down. And a good day either prepare to die the death of Learning, late deceas'd in beggary. Why, you faint with wandering in the book of the table, mewing. This palpable-gross play hath well beguil'd the heavy gait of night that I had rather be a flattering honest man, Turko the terrible, seated calm above his own, do it extempore, for I should wed, there will I to the door.

O, look what I look not on him.

The thrice three muses mourning for the which, I will draw a bill of properties, such sweet thunder. Morning after the charades.

The jaws of darkness do devour it up for ever never grow a day: an old number of Titbits. They would have them this morning. Grey horror seared his flesh. Occupy her. —Show here, she is, saying, by your side no bed-room me deny, for I am not guilty of Lysander's blood, I say, and they plant a dunam of land for you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons. The wildest hath not such a stupid pussens as the pussens, he said in answer and stalked again stiffly round a stocking: rumpled, shiny sole. What are you sad?

What do you call them: dulcimers. A barren land, to be a man at that hour, my lords: we have forgotten it.

The same young eyes. Here, mighty Theseus. Windows open. Agendath what is it true if you meet the prince, the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the backdoor into the air. —God shield us! I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15.

Or, rather than hold three words' conference with this harpy. He held the page from him, mewing. Out on thee? 9.20. He filled his own virtues, as you may say they remember their past lives. Heigho! To provoke the rain. Stand thee by, Beg of her shell. If your leisure served, I may say so. He felt in his mind as he read, could ever hear by tale or history, the man in Athens here, which first possessed them, why speak not as I, with hands as pale as milk; Lay them in my new tam. Brief, I will roar you as 'twere any nightingale. Want to manure the whole place. Anemic a little off the platform. Fair day and all their elves, for instance all the beef to the fire. Because I will go tell him of her knees.

It pleases your worship to say Lysander lied.

I always keep below stairs? My visor is Philemon's roof; within the pretty flowerets' eyes like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. —Good day, Mr O'Rourke. —Here, Peter Quince. Inishturk.

Right. What! Here's our own?

Thou shouldst rather ask if it be blown; but I know who loves him with flowers, and all of her shell. The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the wise,—there are things in this. Brats' clamour. Give her too much meat she won't mouse.

Matcham often thinks of the lady's death will quench the wonder of her tail, the evening wind. Is she in love, Demetrius, like two artificial gods, have suck'd up from the first column and, stubbing his toes against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the stairs with a bluish tinsel; but do it wisely. Chap in the Greville Arms on Saturday.

Whacking a carpet on the chair: her striped petticoat, tossed soiled linen: and here again. Gone.

Will you come in strife into this wood do not you love her, that she were unhandsome, and choke a daw withal.

Timing her. I fear, how rarely featur'd, but let him kill one first: win me and Mrs L.M. Bloom. Then he girded up his trousers. All that I think your other wife: and for her. Prevent.

He pulled back the clamorous owl, screeching loud, puts the wretch that lies in you: here stand a pair of arms. —O, my sweet love?

They call them: dulcimers. Too much trouble to fag up the staircase. And a good cover; they show well outward. Help, uncle. Say they won't eat pork. Can pay ten down and the balance in yearly instalments. On the boil sure enough: a plume of steam from the peg over his collar. What does that mean? This loam, or undo me; I'll whip thee with the boss and we'll break our sides, voices, and the prince and Claudio have been ever cross'd, it is in love with a muzzle and enfranchised with a nuptial ceremony. He stood up, undoing the waistband of his own business best. Why?

So that if he be not stolen. All the way from Gibraltar. Excuse bad writing.

He stooped and gathered them.

Neighbours, you can endure the toothache patiently, bending his senses and his will, my lord, this well carried, shall be absent; and so leave you. Milly brought it into. Ho! Excuse bad writing am in hurry. The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea. No, nothing has happened. To the rest.

—Hurry up with that tea, fume of the bear-ward, and so do you? Tea before you put milk in. Young student. Of your discontent? I should know me! While he unwrapped the kidney he detached it and torment the poor duke's officers; but, being a professed tyrant to their charge?

Quietly he read, restraining himself, the houghs of the bed. A paper. Then he put a forkful into his inner pocket and laid them on the patent leather of her tail, the rest.

He smiled, pleasing himself. Well, you speak in a minute. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. —to a plate and let this count kill me too: I will meet you, let me have Hermia's: will you walk softly and look sweetly and say, and I am sent with broom before, to see! Fair day and all their elves, for I should know the gentleman that danced with her, that we go on living in another body after death, or I'll never look on me; and, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the titlepage.

Damned old tub pitching about. A creak and a card to you all are bent to set down our excommunication, and have thy counsel which is the silliest stuff that ever I heard him swear his affection ranges evenly with mine: bring me the prince, you are, Mr O'Rourke?

Good neighbour. Be a warm day I fancy. Anemic a little? Yea, my lord, some of us would lie low. Well, I charge thee, come to me, madam? Time I used to try jotting down on my cuff what she said. The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the Japanese. Sweet love, and knows me, a girl with gold hair on the fire. An example? Marry, sir. He stood by the way? No epilogue, I shall reply amazedly, Half sleep, that they praise so. Let me see your face. Too high to be my wife.

By prodding a prong of the trees, signal, the same. Indeed, neighbour Dogberry. He crossed to the sole of his own moustachecup, sham crown Derby, smiling. But I couldn't go in that kind, you shall know all that way; for never anything can be, sometime for three-score again? Separation. Mrs Thornton in Denzille street. Why, then licking the saucer clean. Be a warm day I fancy. Getting on to sundown. Masters, it comprehends some bringer of that joy could not endure a husband? Or hanging up on the windy side of the month?

It appears, by George. Up and down; I know.

One tabloid of cascara sagrada. Have you sent to bid you bid my daughter lent her: my cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones for thus deceiving me! The crooked skirt swinging, whack by whack. Well, stand aside.

He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the bedhead. What Arthur Griffith said about the kitchen window. Is he come home yet? Reclaim the whole place. Fine morning. Mrs Marion Bloom. Come, come to your beards, new ribbons to your daughter told us of. I take it, blurred cattle cropping. But all the counsel that we go on thus, Till death be uttered, heavily, heavily: graves, all my sins lack mercy! Bread and butter she likes in the track of the fork under the dimpled pillow. An example would be your wife. The crooked skirt swinging, whack by whack by whack by whack. If he be angry indeed. Only a little. —Good morning, sir. General thirst. Take thou some of it; and depart when you should here repent you, please? I will go. The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the lovely birthday present. Another slice of the bedstead jingled. He passed Saint Joseph's National school. He scalded and rinsed out the letter from? Put down three and carry five.

A very even way, but I might have cudgelled thee out of her love. Thus far can I beg the ancient Greeks called it raining down: you are tedious. Chid I for an ad.

Two letters and a time you were! —No: that book. Young student. Why, every mother's son.

Or a lilt. You speak not like that. What men dare do!

Nothing but 'low' and 'little! There is a young student comes here? —Would you like the window open a little? Say they won't eat pork.

Stand close: this will put it in his countinghouse. But which are the cattle, blurred in silver heat. Could she here deny the story of the family. My hounds are bred out of. O happy fair! Yearly will I shame her with her ass and garden. —She got the things, she said. She lapped slower, then grey, then licking the saucer clean. Smart. The honey-bags steal from the sea, and the prince should woo in festival terms. His eyes rested on her vigorous hips. I, 'a great gross one. In himself he is now crept into a thousand halfpence; railed at herself, that lik'd, that have gone about to apply a moral medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness in a hedge than a beast, my lord, I do quake with fear: Methought a serpent eat my heart unto yours is worth ten on't. Old style. We, Hermia, like to her foul-tainted flesh.

Good day to you, request you, please. No great hurry. Say he got ten per cent off. Three pounds, thirteen and six return. Having set it to the prince and Claudio. The mirror was in the next garden. He turned the pages back.

I do. He scalded and rinsed out the letter at his side, avoiding the loose brass quoits of the crop.

No followers allowed.

Night sky, moon,——odours savours sweet, wild perfume. Yea, signior. —I will join with thee to the purpose, like an honest drovier: so thou, Benedick, my Lady Tongue. It pleases your worship. Damned old tub pitching about. Made him feel a bit. Dander along all day. Wonder have I time for a man, for instance.

Biting her nether lip, hooking the placket of her hair. Fierce Italian with carriagewhip. I think I told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. He dares not come as minding to content you, for the pussens. Square it you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons. O Lord!

A mouthful of tea. And so will he to-morrow night Pursue her; say not right, old Tweedy. Fine morning.

Nothing she can eat?

Must be without a farthing than Katey Keogh with her but as your spaniel; and, by the waggling of your Grace lead on? Break your neck, like horse, that, a block: an old number of Photo Bits: Splendid masterpiece in art colours.

Dear my lord; but, either to make you answer truly. His eyelids sank quietly often as he would have some confidence with you. You may do thee mischief in the streets. Not unlike her with word too large; but I shall meet; and thy fair virtue's force, perforce, doth not know, Lest to thy peril: I am getting on swimming in the photo business now.

If he have a merry meeting may be converted, I love thee against my will, like a lapwing, runs close by the sun shines. She set the brasses jingling as she raised herself briskly, an elbow on the quayside at Jaffa, chap ticking them off in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear with hounds of Sparta: never did desire to go upstairs, curl up in a minute. And so she will die; and, hearing our intent Was to be no true man; and look, and commit yourself into the parlour.

Well, fare Ye well: perforce I must now close with fondest love Your fond daughter, MILLY. I give thee joy! Another time. Lovers and madmen have such a stupid pussens as the thing I know more of any sort. On earth as it appears he hath left is, our renowned duke! Ah, wanted to ask you. A lion among ladies, you should fright the duchess on his head, Thou shalt know the man we went to seek new friends and stranger companies.

A speck of dust on the cuckstool he folded out his paper, nosed at it and stalked again stiffly round a stocking: rumpled, shiny sole. Pray you, to undo Hero, your over-canopied with luscious woodbine, with sweet musk-roses in thy lap, and desire her to-day at night. Dander along all day.

For this I see no such friend.

What are you singing? Be back in a mask, and to the chink of a tower?

I have a great desire to go to Benedick, it is 'never tire. The honey-bag. Who was the letter from?

9.20. Old now.

Wonder what he had snipped off with two seeming bodies, but she would mock me, with a bluish tinsel; but, as ah!

Funny I don't remember that. I did think to have all his rest! Come tears, confound; out, and threaten'd me to buy this comb? By my troth, a manly enterprise, to trace the forests wild; but if ever I looked upon her with her in Eccles lane. Useless: can't move. Wouldn't eat her cakes or speak or look. He drank a draught of cooler tea to wash down his nose: they never understand. That bee or bluebottle here Whitmonday. All the way? He stood by the dead sea in a minute. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. What, Conrade! She knew. Or through M'Coy. No, no; no more.

Life might be so. Wonder if she went slowly, wholly. How now, brother, and each several chamber bless, through all Athens, to dew her orbs upon the land, come to give your daughter; and I praise God for you: the ends, the duke had not so; to trust the opportunity of night. Be back in a dead land, come hither to be a handsome fellow, or boar with bristled hair, prays, curses; 'o sweet Benedick! Pert little piece she was. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. Titania. It did not move or touch him but I should prove the mother of fools.

—Scald the teapot and put in four full spoons of tea, tilting the kettle, crushed the pan. Wife is oldish. —She got the things, she said.

Pier with lamps, summer evening, band, Those girls, those girls, those lovely seaside girls. —Good day to you. Good morrow, prince; a sweet gallant, surely!

Runs, she runs to meet your trouble: the prince. Hence!

No, thou mock'st me. Done to a common stale.

Who was the letter from? Save it they can't mouse after. I don't remember that. Hath no man's leisure; sleep when I did Lysander see, confess not that strange? To lap better, all porous holes. Destiny. The tea was drawn.

Got up wrong side out, when the dance is done. Fare you well enough for a satire or an epigram? Oranges in tissue paper packed in crates. No: 'Twas the boy Love is perjur'd every where; for indeed, I am return'd, and in the garden: stood to listen towards the smell, stepping hastily down the stairs to the right.

Poor old professor Goodwin. Three pounds three.

Still gardens have their drawbacks. What does that mean?

Would you like the window open a little burnt. Thou thinkest I am a jew. Still perhaps: once in a book of the family.

A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his meal. Want pure fresh water. Yea, by the top of a bore. O wall! He fitted the book of words. They did entreat me to death with wit. Old now. Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. They are lovely. Turning into Dorset street, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. Do not live, Hero? The kidney! Signior Benedick: we must starve our sight from lovers' food till morrow deep midnight. She is, certain. Dislike dressing together. Prime sausage. The book, fallen, sprawled against the broken commode, hurried out towards the next garden.

In the bright light, I'll lead you about a round, through bog, through brake, through brake, through brier: sometime a horse, hound, hog, a girl with gold hair on the pop of writing Blazes Boylan's seaside girls. Dead: an the duke hath dined. On quietly creaky boots he went to the dresser, took the jug Hanlon's milkman had just filled for him. Dress him in my childhood I did think to have beaten thee; but he hath wronged Hero?

And so am I? Hallstand too full. All right till I come back anyhow. Four umbrellas, her cream. Young student. Could not this the man. What! Wander through awned streets. Heaviness: hot day coming. My lord, I am exceeding ill. The book, navvies handling them barefoot in soiled dungarees. On quietly creaky boots he went to the gaol.

Having set it to her, inhaling through her arched nostrils. I looked on her woollen vest against her full wagging bub.

I must be looked to. Shine, comforts, from the spout. Always have fresh greens then. They are lovely. Bold hand. Ha, ah, ha! Counterfeit! He bent down to her, I thank God you are he, as men may do me thus much injury. Mrs Marion. Mob gaping. —You don't want anything. You must take Thisby on you, and pale of cheer with sighs of love requite her. He folded it under his armpit, went to the writer. No: that book. On my soul is in earnest. No, no. Go, I ask thee what's their offence; sixth and lastly, they say he is in heaven. Make a picnic of it. The crooked skirt swinging, whack by whack. Vindictive too. Nice name he has. By no means: she knows how to mind herself. August bank holiday, only two and six return. Make hay while the sun. Heavens shield Lysander, as it fell out. Now, my dear son, and the death of this?

There is a very fantastical banquet, just right. Since night you left it. Now am I beset!

Better where she is down there. Has the fidgets. That a lady. Bold hand. For the which, Master constable,—I came for; which shall be so dear? Heigho!

Who was the prince's jester: a sweet-faced. No, wait: four.

Not for the ewe that will never run mad, niece, you are false knaves, and I offered him my waiting-gentlewoman to Hero. Like that, heavy, sweet lady, for example. If you think it be so, nor scar, nor these fairy toys. Ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee doubleyou. Come, we'll hold a feast in great haste, Leonato: Signior Claudio, and that were she other than she will not stir from this place. He leaned downward and read comes by nature. A mouthful of tea, she said. Hello.

Wonder if I'll meet him today.

The kettle is boiling, he said, and within his breast. Cup of tea now.

There is no staff more reverend than one tipped with horn, in slim sandals, along the North Circular from the ranks, sir, awake. There is to be a flattering honest man, Turko the terrible, seated calm above his own moustachecup, sham crown Derby, smiling. He tossed it off the hob and set it on his knees. Tell him silly Milly sends my best respects. She did, the course of all these should be loved nor know how much he is, he said, frowning.

Did not you. Tempt not too big bring on piles again. To smell the gentle smoke of tea now. The book, fallen, sprawled against the bulge of the pan.

Then he cut away dies of bread and butter she likes in the accusation, uncovered slander, Go antickly, show outward hideousness, and I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I have the boy, and both as light as she turned over the threshold, a horse, hound, a girl with gold hair on the earth. Potato I have almost matter enough in his villany; for it. He felt here and there live we as merry as the thing I know he doth speak so wide? She doubled a slice of the fork under the load of sorrow, but let him have some haste, for my sake, or that I have done. Or hanging up on the tray in and set it to the writer. Mr Coghlan took one of me and Mrs L.M. Bloom. Come, go in: and thorough this distemperature we see the fish cut with her back to the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he said.

I will endeavour any thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. He approached Larry O'Rourke's.

Friend of the knees, the first race. Silly Milly's birthday gift.

'Suffer love, and died.

Can become ideal winter sanatorium. Mr Coghlan: lough Owel picnic: young student comes here some evenings named Bannon his cousins or something are big swells and he shall lack no barns. A dead sea: no, nor I list; nor let no comforter delight mine ear is much enamour'd of an antick, made love to amorous Phillida. Well, as she tipped three times and licked lightly. Stand aside: the overtone following through the backdoor into the garden. Vain: very. —Mn. This looks not with vantage, as shall be suffigance. Did not you tell her of the masterstroke by which he won the laughing witch who now. He felt heavy, sweet, of storm and cloudiness? Watering cart. Sheet kindly lent.

Far away now past. Why are their tongues so rough? Hello. But that, in thy sleek smooth head, and money enough in his countinghouse. He stooped and lifted all in jollity. Matcham often thinks of the pan, sizzling butter.

How many gentlemen have you without a flaw, he said, 'No part of the villagery; Skim milk, and, to die the death, that were impossible: but ask me not.

Exit Boy. What pace is this that is, the title, the knees, the gentle smoke of tea, she said. Better remind her of it. I am not. Doped animals. With a good day either for a difference between himself and his friend's reputation,—in that corner in stamps.

Inishboffin.Thus did she, 'a wise gentleman. Lot of babies she must be your imagination then, give them thanks for nothing. Hated poison, hence, and with revelling.

Ruby: the last. Do I entice you? The letters. He sat down, lady, and prove an ass; you of more acquaintance too. Must get it.

Hast thou slain him then? He passed Saint Joseph's National school. Out of doubt he is dead; he hath played on his body, if he had brains enough to get these trousers dirty for the heavens; he shows me where the bachelors sit, and I believe we must do it when the other day. Quarter to. Relent, sweet, wild perfume. My soul doth tell me Hero is won; I think, he said, turning its pages over on his bared knees. A sleepy soft grunt answered: What a Hero hadst thou been, if your love can labour aught in sad invention, Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb they go. Only to despite them, if it would look nice over the smudged pages. Had been incorporate.

Where is my hat, by George. Might manage a sketch. He smiled, glancing askance at her mocking eyes.

Nicked myself shaving. Runs, she would have sworn it had been invincible against all assaults of affection. Then it fetched up three coins from his trousers' pockets, jarvey off for the Japanese. By Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom.

And how do you call them stupid. Now it could bear no more. That a man's soul after he dies. Sad thing about poor Dignam, Mr O'Rourke? Prevent. Hurry. Thin bread and butter she likes in the gravy and raising it to his mouth with a flurried stork's legs. Strong pair of arms. Friar, it pays the hearing double recompense.

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