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Loveable Bitch |
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The Gov |
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It is cute.
Now that they're planning to turn Paradise Lost into a movie, I thought I'd post a bit of the original. Satan visits Hell and refers to one of the monsters there as an "execrable shape," at which the monster takes offence and calls him a Traitor Angel. The monster continues: Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings, Least with a whip of Scorpions I pursue Thy lingring, or with one stroke of this Dart Strange horror seise thee, and pangs unfelt before. So spake the grieslie terrour, and in shape, So speaking and so threatning, grew ten fold More dreadful and deform: on th' other side Incenc't with indignation SATAN stood Unterrifi'd, and like a Comet burn'd, That fires the length of OPHIUCUS huge In th' Artick Sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes Pestilence and Warr. Each at the Head Level'd his deadly aime; thir fatall hands No second stroke intend, and such a frown Each cast at th' other, as when two black Clouds With Heav'ns Artillery fraught, come rattling on Over the CASPIAN, then stand front to front Hov'ring a space, till Winds the signal blow To joyn thir dark Encounter in mid air: So frownd the mighty Combatants, that Hell Grew darker at thir frown, so matcht they stood; For never but once more was either like To meet so great a foe: and now great deeds Had been achiev'd, whereof all Hell had rung, Had not the Snakie Sorceress that sat Fast by Hell Gate, and kept the fatal Key, Ris'n, and with hideous outcry rush'd between ... ------ Gaisberg's Tempting Leg.
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umaeril |
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xsimplyxemilyx |
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i love paradise lost. i didn't know about the movie, though! that's neat.
Love Song: I and Thou By Alan Dugan Nothing is plumb, level or square: the studs are bowed, the joists are shaky by nature, no piece fits any other piece without a gap or pinch, and bent nails dance all over the surfacing like maggots. By Christ I am no carpenter. I built the roof for myself, the walls for myself, the floors for myself, and got hung up in it myself. I danced with a purple thumb at this house-warming, drunk with my prime whiskey: rage. Oh I spat rage's nails into the frame-up of my work: It held. It settled plumb. level, solid, square and true for that one great moment. Then it screamed and went on through, skewing as wrong the other way. God damned it. This is hell, but I planned it I sawed it I nailed it and I will live in it until it kills me. I can nail my left palm to the left-hand cross-piece but I can't do everything myself. I need a hand to nail the right, a help, a love, a you, a wife. ...i can't say what i might believe
but if god made you, he's in l o v e with me... |
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umaeril |
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