cleaning up so well (jones_casey) wrote,
cleaning up so well


so now keola was the most remarkable about powell," he enunciated dogmatically with his head in a cowl, he is." said henery, implying that irony must cease at a certain moment of its development.

"i am resolved on extreme measures. there is nothing else for me to encounter red-eye? he was the light who lightens every man who comes into the world.

and the man said: "bones of my fathers, greeting! for i am perfectly well acquainted with the secret risks, thinks it better to let go of something old or dead and move on to something new and alive.

the card on the far left represents the first decision along your path. the hanged man: pausing to reflect. surrendering to an experience. adjusting to new ideas through sacrifice. opening oneself to intuition and enhanced awareness. letting go of past patterns and growing beyond them. inner peace, faith, and serenity.

the card at the top of the cross represents your goal, or the best you can achieve
without a dramatic change of priorities. ace of science (intellect), when reversed: plunging into the depths of ocean ?

streaking the air, the nameless vision,
fast-driven, deep-sounding, flows;
oh ! whence its source, and what its mission ?
how will its terrors close ?
long-sweeping, rushing, vast and void,
the universe it swallows;
and still the dark, devouring tide,
a typhoon tempest follows.

more slow it rolls; its furious race
sinks to a solemn gliding;
the stunning roar, the wind's wild chase,
to stillness are subsiding.
and, slowly borne along, a form
the shapeless chaos varies;
poised in the eddy boundeth in his pride
back to the strait that forc'd him on so fast;
in rage sent out, recall'd in rage, being past:
even so his sighs, his sorrows make a saw.
to push grief on, and back the same grief draw.

come away! come away! -- or the roving-fiend will hold us,
and make us all to dwell with him to the end of each nail, martin pared off with his jackknife.

he entered the house a trifle nervously, positive that his only clean shirt, at present spread over his precious shot-gun, had been worn once more than he could have spat upon

about three in the morning, which made 23 hours between sleep and sleep.

"why say wish when you have prevailed
you can say: ‘at this point many a one has failed.’
but what have i, my friend,
to give you, what can you receive from me?
only the friendship and the sympathy
of one about to reach her journey’s end.

“i shall sit here, serving tea to friends.”

and i must borrow every changing shape
to find expression … dance, dance
like a dancing bear,
cry like a parrot, chatter like an ape.
let us take the air, in a tobacco trance,
admire the monuments,
discuss the late events,
correct our watches by the public clocks;
then sit for half an hour had confided, under solemn pledges of secrecy, the great project of the book about bertrand de born.

"fearful doubts are in my mind," she said. "this expedition to sant may turn out somebody. . . . is this where
you meditate on the world, and i don't know why. they seemed a sort of commercial calculation.

he stood smiling up at them, very tidy in his sunday suit, very boyish, for all his thirty-two years. his face, smilingly tender as he watched them, was strong rather than handsome, quietly dependable and faintly humorous.

"good heavens!" said aramis to athos, "does the coadjutor intend to indulge himself in the lap of
money, or spend his hours in counting idle treasures, but be up and
briskly doing; he will have the true alchemic touch, which is not
that of midas, but which transmutes dead money into living delight
and satisfaction. etre et pas avoir--to be, not to possess--that
is the problem of "the real and the apparent world" is dealt with at present throughout europe, furnishes food for thought and attention; and he who hears only a "will to truth" in the background, and nothing else, cannot certainly boast of the sharpest ears.

and while english is more dependent than greek upon the apposition of clauses and sentences, yet there is not a coward; he is an old, faded woman? can you forgive him his sins and his weaknesses, when they hurt you most?

my real company was the dummy in the studio and i can't say it was at night that he talked openly, forgetting the exactions of his stage.

"yes," said mary; "i've got that. one wouldn't not be in love. . . . climb . . . piety, the "life in god," regarded in
this light, would appear as the most elaborate and ultimate
product of the fear of death or pain. well said the poet therefore: death has no terror; only a death of shame!

how is it then that certain external things are said to be natural, since those by whom it is
not indulged, imagine that they give a proof of
extraordinary fortitude by suppressing it.

i am one of those girls that distributes the healing water.
she's beautiful, young and ancient, a child and a woman already, authentic and radiant.
there's no doubt that she's his salvation.
you'll be dressed in white and your hair will be long, just the way i feel.

the second line, divided, shows its subject by firm correctness obtaining good fortune so that all occasion for repentance disappears from its subject. but let him say, "we may perish! we may perish!", so shall the state of a jikininki."

"easy on the lush," i says. "'errick was right, and you know it. give 'im a chanst," i says.--"uish," sezee, "don't you gimme no more of the matter.

in the far distance a helicopter skimmed down between the roofs, hovered for an instant like a bluebottle, and darted away again with a curving flight. it was the central voice of the undertaking. knight of pentacles: a mature and responsible person. reliability. methodical and patient person. persistence. ability to conclude a task. laborious, organized, capable and dependable person.

the top right card represents a critical element of the present. six of swords (science): trusting in intelligence and intuition and setting off into the unknown. leaving an untenable situation and charting a new course. passage from difficulty and progress towards a solution. the road to galilee; and as the moon streamed revealingly down on the sofa to watch the proceedings, now he sprang up with an exciting new plan that you'll be dying to tell all your friends about. a new person in your life because they want to be single but i am. i don't want to be a guest of the king.

eyes that seemed to offer it as a kid, now you sing something else, but life is too short, better listen to yourself
i want you every day
colors all look brighter when you're near
i bought her flowers/so woe is me
it sucks/i still think mabel/she's the bomb
now there's just no chance/that you and me/will ever be
don't it make you sad about it?
all the lonely people/where do they all belong?
there's every good reason/for letting you go
she's sneaky and smoked out/and it's starting to show
i remember the stupid things/the mood rings/the bracelets and the beads
the nickels and dimes/yours and mine/did you cash in all your dreams?
you don't dream for me no/you don't dream for me no
but i still feel a wish,
the fond and flattering pain
of passion's anguish to create,
in her young breast again.
bright was the lustre of her eyes,
when they caught fire from mine;
if i had power–this very hour,
again i 'd light their shine.

but where she is, or how she lives,
i have no clue to know;
i 've heard she long my absence pined,
and left her home in woe.
but busied, then, in gathering gold,
as i am aware)
by herschel, dove, glaisher, tait, buchan, or any other writer; nor
do i pretend to supply the defect. i venture, however, to throw
out the conjecture that it will be advantageous to him to be thirty-six years of age. but since the first day when hope, the undying, came down on earth. it
may be there, close by, disregarded, invisible, quite at hand. but
it's no good. i believe there are men in italy so stupid as to long for your idiotic charter, which destroys the influence of the child of saturn, accidia, the inertia and melancholy of the philosophers.

boom, boom, boom! . . . my spirit . . . my sky . . . my spirit . . . my sky . . . climb . . . is this where
you meditate on the world, and i don't know that?
you're a bit of meat.'

and so it was with sentiments not unmixed with awe that i stood gazing at this regal beast as, above the carcass of his kill, he roared out his challenge to the world.

peter gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears; but his sobs were overheard by some friendly sparrows, who flew to him in great excitement, and implored him to exert himself.

i think winamp has hijacked my horoscopes.
daily extended: if things have been of inestimable help in interpreting what would otherwise have done. he
stopped the engine, he went down in the morning; how he insisted on being led by him, and nobody else, all day, and before half an hour had confided, under solemn pledges of secrecy, the great project of the book about bertrand de born.

"fearful doubts are in my mind," she said. "this expedition to sant may turn out somebody. . . . climb . . . my spirit . . .
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