The Abandoned God, by Eunice Tegens, read for Libervox.org by Larry Wilson. In the cold darkness of eternity he sits, this God who has grown old, his rounded eyes are open in the whir of time, but man who made him has forgotten him. Blue is his graven face, and silver blue his hands, his eyebrows and his silken beard are scarlet as the hope that built him. The yellow dragon on his rotting robes still rears itself majestically, but thread by thread time eats its scales away. And man who made him has forgotten him. For incense now he breathes the homely smell of rice and tea stored in his ante-room. For priests the busy spiders hang festoons between his fingers and nest them in his yellow nails. The darkness broods upon him. The veil that hid the awful face of Godhead from the two impetuous gaze of worshippers serves in decay to hide from deity the living face of man. So God no longer sees his maker. Let us drop the curtain and be gone. I am old too here in eternity. Let's say Kyao. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. In All by Heinrich Ibsen from Brandt. Read for LibriVox.org. No, by delight no breast is riven, word but so, the ill were less. Be passion slave, be pleasure's throw, but be it utterly all in all. Be not today, tomorrow one, another when a year is gone. But be what you are with all your heart, and not by pieces and in part. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Apples Ripe for Eating by Edgar A. Guest. Read for LibriVox.org by Christine Lehmann, Recita, California. Apples Ripe for Eating and the great fire blazing high, and outside the moon of autumn fairly swimming in the sky. The cellar packed with good things from the vine and field and tree. Oh, the speech of man can't tell it, but it somehow seems to me, with such warmth and cheer around us, we should all burst into song, and store enough of gladness now to last our whole lives long. Apples Ripe for Eating. There's a joy beyond compare, to pay for all our trouble and the burdens we must bear. The bowl upon the table filled with round and rosy cheeks, and enough down in the cellar to last all the winter weeks, so that when the bowl is empty we can fill it up again, and in spite of that we grumble and we bitterly complain. I sometimes sit and wonder as we pack life's fruits away, and hoard them in the cellar for the bleak and wintry day, why the mind of man has never tried to store a stock of cheer in the cellar of his memory for the barren time of year, so that when joy's bowl is emptied and he thinks that life is vain he can seek his hoard of pleasures and just fill it up again. Apples ripe for eating and a stock of them below, for the long cold nights of winter we shall shortly come to know, so that when we need a pleasure that will seem to soothe the soul we can wander to the cellar and fill up the apple bowl, so we could, if we were mindful, when our hearts with grief are sad, refresh our faltering courage with the pleasures we have had. At Verona, by Oscar Wilde, read for LibriVox.org by Rob Marland in Verona. At Verona. How steep the stairs within King's houses are, for exile wearied feet as mine to tread, and oh how salt and bitter is the bread which falls from this hounds' table, better far that I had died in the red ways of war, or that the gate of Florence bear my head than to live thus by all things comraded which seek the essence of my soul to mar. Curse God and die, what better hope than this? He hath forgotten thee in all the bliss of his gold city and eternal day. Nay, peace, behind my prison's blinded bars I do possess what none can take away, my love and all the glory of the stars. End of Poem. This recording is in the Public Domain. Autumn Days by W. E. Hutchinson. Read for LibriVox.org by Christine Layman, Recita, California. When bright-hued leaves from tree and thicket fall, and on the ground their autumn carpets true, and overhead the wild geese honking call, in wedge-shaped column high amid the blue, when from the sagebrush and from mountain high the quail's soft note re-echoes far and wide, when hunter moon hangs crescent in the sky, and wild deer range on rugged mountainside, when old primeval instincts, nature-born, stir in the hunter's blood with lust to kill, and drive him forth with dog and gun at morn, to sheltered blind or runway neath the hill. All these proclaim the glorious autumn days, when nature spends her wealth with lavish hand, and o'er the landscape spreads a purple haze, and waves her magic scepter o'er the land. End of Poem. This recording is in the Public Domain. Autumn by E. Dickinson. Read for LibriVox.org by Christine Layman, Recita, California. The morns are meeker than they were, the nuts are getting brown, the berries cheek is plumper, the rose is out of town, the maple wears a gayer scarf, the field a scarlet gown, lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on. End of Poem. This recording is in the Public Domain. Ave Maria Gratia Plena by Oscar Wilde. Read for LibriVox.org by Rob Marland in Florence. Was this his coming? I had hoped to see a scene of wondrous glory, as was told of some great God who, in a rain of gold, broke open bars and fell on Danai. Or a dread vision, as when semily, sickening for love and unappeased desire, prayed to see God's clear body, and the fire caught her brown limbs and slew her utterly. With such glad dreams I sought this holy place, and now, with wandering eyes and heart, I stand before this supreme mystery of love. Some kneeling girl with passionless pale face, an angel with a lily in his hand, and over both the white wings of a dove. Florence. End of Poem. This recording is in the Public Domain. The Balloon Peddler by Christopher Morley. Read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. Who is the man on Chestnut Street with colored toy balloons? I see him with his airy freight on sunny afternoons, a peddler of such lovely goods, the heart leaps to behold his mass of bubbles, red and green and blue and pink and gold. For sure the noble peddler man hath antique merchandise, his toys that flotent's women air attract might your eyes. Perhaps he is a changeling prince bewitched through some magic moons to tempt us solemn busyfolk with meaningless balloons.  End of Poem. This recording is in the Public Domain. Before a Court of Justice by Johann Goethe, 1749-1831, read for LibriVox.org. Before a Court of Justice. My father's name ye nare shall be told of my darling unborn life. Shame, shame ye cry on the strumpet bold, yet I'm an honest wife. To whom I'm wedded ye nare shall be told, yet he's both loving and fair. He wears on his neck a chain of gold, and ahead of straw doth he wear. If scorned is vain to seek to repel on me, let the scorn be thrown. I know him well, and he knows me, and to God too, all is known. Sir Parson and Sir Bailiff, again, I pray you, leave me in peace. My child it is, my child twill remain, so let your questioning cease. End of Poem. This recording is in the Public Domain. Blue Squills by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachuk. How many million aprils came before I ever knew, how white a cherry-bowl could be, a bed of squills, how blue, and many a dancing april, when life is done with me, will lift the blue flame of the flower and the white flame of the tree.  O shaken flowers, O shimmering trees, O sunlit white and blue, wound me that I, through endless sleep, may bear the scar of you. End of Poem. This recording is in the Public Domain. By the Arno by Oscar Wilde, read for LibriVox.org by Rob Marland. By the Arno in Florence at Dawn. The oleander on the wall grows crimson in the dawning light, though the grey shadows of the night lie yet on Florence like a pawl. The dew is bright upon the hill and bright the blossoms overhead, but, ah, the grasshoppers have fled, the little attic song is still. Only the leaves are gently stirred by the soft breathing of the gale, and in the almond-scented veil the lonely nightingale is heard. The day will make thee silent soon, oh nightingale, sing on for love, while yet upon the shadowy grove splinter the arrows of the moon. Before across the silent lawn in sea-green vest the morning steals, and to love's frightened eyes reveals the long white fingers of the dawn. Fast climbing up the eastern sky to grasp and slay the shuddering night, all careless of my heart's delight, or if the nightingale should die. End of Powin. This recording is in the public domain. THE COCO-PALM by Paul Claudelle Translated by Teresa Francis and William Rose Bene. Read for LibriVox.org by Wes Freeman. Our trees stand upright like men, but motionless, thrusting their roots deep in earth, they flourish with outstretched arms. But here the sacred bonion does not rise as a single stem, for the pendant threads through which it returns, seeking the fruitful soil, make it seem a marvellous temple self-created. Observe only the COCO-PALM. It has no branches. At the apex of the trunk it raises a tuft of fronds. COCO-PALM, the insignia of triumph, aerial in the light, consummate bloom of the crest, its sores expands for joises, and sinks beneath the weight of its own freedom. Through the warm day and the long noon the COCO-PALM expands, and an ecstasy it spreads its happy leaves, like infant heads the coconuts appear, the great green fruit of the tree. Just as the COCO-PALM gesture, revealing its heart, for the lower leaves and folding from out their depth reach pendulum to the earth, and the leaves in the midst spread far on every side, and the leaves above uplifted like the hands of an awkward man, or like one who signals his complete submission, slowly wave and sigh. The trunk is nowhere rigid but ringed, and like to the blades of the grass it is supple and long. It is swayed by the moods of the earth, whether it strains toward the sun, or bends its spreading plumes over swift and turbid rivers, or between the sea and the sky. One night returning along the shore of the sea, assaulted with turbulent foam by the whole deep thundering weight of the Leonine Indian Ocean, beneath the southwestern monsoon, as I followed the shore far strewn with palms like the skeleton wrecks of boats and of lesser and living things, I saw them upon my left. As I walked by that forest, empty beneath its dense woven ceiling, the palms seemed enormous spiders crawling obliquely across the peaceful twilight heaven. Venus like a moon drowned in divinus light flickered a wide reflection in the waters. In a palm tree bent over the sea in the mirrored planet, and its gesture offered its heart to the heavenly fire. I shall often remember that night when, afar, I yearned to return. I saw the leafage hanging in heavy tresses, and across the high feign of the forest, that sky where the storm, setting its feet on the sea, loomed up like a mountain, and how low on the dark horizon the pale pearl of the ocean gleamed. O Ceylon, shall I ever forget thee, thy fruits and thy flowers, and thy people with melting eyes, naked beside those highways that are hued like the mango's flesh. In my rickshaw man's gift of nodding rosy flowers, which he placed on my knees, when, with tears in his eyes, crushed down by sorrow, but nibbling a leaf of cinnamon, I left thee at last beneath thy rainy skies. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Upon a rock yet uncreate amid a chaos in Coate, an uncreated being sate. Beneath him rock, above him cloud, and the cloud was rock, and the rock was cloud. The rock then growing soft and warm, the cloud began to take a form, a form chaotic, vast and vague, which issued in the cosmic egg. Then the being uncreate on the egg did incubate, and thus became the incubator. And of the egg did alligate, and thus became the alligator. And the incubator was potentate, and the alligator was potentator. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Elixir of Love by Madison Cawine Red for LibriVox.org by Colleen McMahon. He held it possible that he who idolizes one that's dead, with that strange liquid instantly might raise them living red, and so he thought, to his mind at last, to live and love the love that's past, the joy without the grief and pain, the dead shall live and love again.  He labored on, for truth to say, and toil alone his pleasure lay, his art through which sometime he thought, back to his arms she would be brought. He kept such tris as phantoms keep, pale distances about his soul, and moved like one who walks asleep, attaining no sure goal. Yet blither than a younger heart at crucible and glass retort he labored, for his love was prism, to irasate toil's egoism. He drained wand drafts from out a cup, a globe of vague and flaming gold, held from the darkness brimming up by something white and cold, yet wreathed faint fingers round its brim, slim flakes of foam and soft and dim, stooped out of fiery bound abysses to print his brow with icy kisses.  Though all his life had been so strange, yet stranger now it seemed to be, what was it led him forth to range midgraves and mystery? What led him to that one dim tomb, where he could read within the gloom the name of one who lay within, with all of silence, not of sin? Untainted so it seemed, and made by death's cold kisses still more fair, he found her, raised her, softly laid her raven depths of hair upon his shoulder, and the pearls around her neck and in her curls less pale were than the kingly calm upon his face that showed no qualm. And through the night beneath the moon, across the windy hill, the gloom of forests where the leaves lay strewn he brought her to his room, and in the awfulness of death that filled her wide eyes with its breath, he set her in a carven chair where the still moon could kiss her hair.  Still as fall-frozen ice its face, and thin its voice is drizzled rain, when in its rotting silk and lace it rose and lived again. Its bosom moved not while it spake, nor moved its lips, and half awake its eyes seemed with enchanted sleep, a century long in night's old keep, and stooping or whispered low, a sound like a vibrating wire, or like the hiss of falling snow in fluttering's faint of fire.  And where before was quietness was violence of hate and evil, yet all its form seemed passionless a corpse that held a devil. But who shall say the hands were its that made within his throat these pits? They found him dead, and by him one who clasped him close, a skeleton. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Fragment by Adam Lindsay Gordon Read for Librevox.org by Dale Grothman. They say that poison-sprinkled flowers are sweeter in perfume, than when untouched by deadly dew they glow in early bloom. They say that men to dim to die have quaff the sweetened wine, with higher relish than the juice of the untampered vine. They say that in the witch's song, though rude and harsh it be, there blends a wild, mysterious strain of weirdest melody. And I believe the devil's voice sinks deeper in our ear than any whisper sent by heaven, however sweet and clear. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Futility by Wilfred Owen Read for Librevox.org by Dale Grothman. Move him into the sun. Gently its touch woke him once, at home, whispering of fields unsone. Always it woke him, even in France, until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now, the kind old son will know. Think how it wakes the seeds. Woke once the clays of a cold star. Our limbs so dear achieved, our sides full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir. Was it for this the clay grew tall? O what made fatuous sunbeams toil to break the earth's sleep at all? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Garden by the Sea By William Morris Read for Librevox.org by Bruce Kachok. I know a little garden-clothes, set thick with lily and red rose, where I would wander if I might, from dewy morn to dewy night, and have one with me wandering. And though within it no bird sing, and though no pillard house is there, and though the apple-bows are bear of fruit and blossom, would to God her feet upon the green grass trod, and I beheld them as before. There comes a murmur from the shore, and in the clothes two fair streams are, drawn from the purple hills afar, drawn down unto the restless sea. Dark hills whose heath-bloom feeds no bee. Dark shore no ship has ever seen, tormented by the billows green, whose murmur comes unceasingly, unto the place for which I cry, for which I cry, both day and night, for which I let slip all delight, whereby I grow both deaf and blind, careless to win, unskilled to find, and quick to lose what all men seek. But tottering as I am, and weak, still have I left a little breath to seek within the jaws of death an entrance to that happy place, to seek the unforgotten face once seen, once kissed, once reft from me, a nigh the murmuring of the sea. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. The Happy Hunting Grounds by E. Pauline Johnson, read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachuk. Into the rose-gold westland its yellow prairies roll, world of the bison's freedom, home of the Indian soul, roll out all seas in sunlight bathed, your planes wind-tossed and grass-enswayed, farther than vision ranges, farther than eagles fly, stretches the land of beauty, arches the perfect sky, hemmed through the purple mist so far, by peaks that gleam like star on star, fringing the prairie billows, fretting horizons line, darkly green or slumbering, wildernesses of pine, sleeping until the zephyrs throng, to kiss their silence into song, whispers freighted with odor, singing into the air, russet needles as sensors, swing to an altar where the angel's songs are less divine than duo's song, twixt breeze and pine. Laughing into the forest dimples a mountain stream, pure as the air's above it, soft as a summer dream, O lethian spring, thou art only found within this ideal hunting ground. Surely the great hereafter cannot be more than this. Surely we'll see that country after time's farewell kiss. Who would his lovely faith condole, who envies not the Redskins' soul? Sailing into the cloud-land, sailing into the sun, into the crimson portals, a jar when life is done, O dear dead-race, my spirit too would feign sail westward unto you. There is a land far over the Atlantic, well stocked with wealth and in size gigantic. Many moons have waxed and waned since I was there, but I hope to see that land again ere I dive, for I learnt to love the prairieous wide, where often I roamed and myself did hide far from the world. There, living close to nature, working for my bread, my mind did mature. Young was I, and in a foreign land, but yet I was not lonely, and good friends I met. Rough men they were, but their hearts were good, and they did cheer me at the end of a hard day. Once I remember, when with a threshing gang, returning from the fields that these men sang, as though the world was theirs, they were all carefree, and found life good, and they looked after me. Twas round the capfire I heard many a yarn from men who had worked up in the Yukon, panning for gold in the creeks of the still north, where men must be men, and to show their worth, where nature ever rules supreme, undefiled in the great still north, glorious and wild, in isolation far from the world outside, a land for men and for her men have died. Strange tales I heard from men who had traveled far, from Dawson City out to Zanzibar, across many seas each one had worked his way, for though they had money they would not pay. Some there were who'd spend a lifetime in the bush, and told me they preferred it to the crush of city life and all sedentary toil. Nature's children they were, men of the soil. Twas hard work indeed out in the harvest fields, first stooking than pitching the wheat that yields food for millions, for I was of gentle birth, but did my best to show what I was worth. I learned to use my muscles, and the wages were good, and indeed I could write pages about the way men worked to get on their feet once again after they arrived deadbeat. In America a man can always rise up though down, and to no one does despise him, for there all men are equal and are free. The past is dead, and what you are to be is all that counts, and men take you at your worth. They don't ask your rank or query your birth, for it is a land of freedom and fair play, from my heart I say God bless USA. Spike pitching is not quite the easiest work, and it fell to my lot, I did not shirk the job, but I soon was sorely tired, and found that I liked better pitching from the ground, but I held on a while, and too I was proud to work as well as any in the crowd. For that is what we were, just a motley crew, and like the rest I did tobacco-chew. The long days passed, and I too became quite tough, and in my ways I was a little rough, but yet I was happy, healthy, and carefree, and the harvest fields became home to me. Though I could sing more about those happy days, I will wait and see what the public says. After they have read all my stanzas so rough, they may want more, but they may cry enough. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Haunted House by Klaus Grot Translated by Kate Freiligrat Read for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist By day it looks a cheerful house with panes and windows bright, but soon as twilight dim sets in, tis eerie then by night, then someone steals on slip of soft down passage and by door. But when it length the morning dawns, the sound is heard no more. Tis just as if a woman old were looking all the night for something that she could not find, and searched till morning's light. From out the parlor it comes forth, and wanders all about. It tries each door, and feels each lock, as though the key were out. It fumbles at the kitchen door. It gently lifts the latch, and feels its darkling way about, with many a grope and scratch. Then on it shuffles against the wall and rustles as it goes, and now the stairs begin to creak beneath the ghostly toes, and in the lumbar attic next doth rummage without end, till slams the door with muffled sound. Again it doth descend. The large room hath an iron chain, tis clanked whole hours they say, but all doth vanish when the cock doth crow at break of day. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Happy Halloween. The Haunted Moor by Klaus Groot, translated by Kate Freiligrat, read for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist. What moaned so loud in moor and bush? Sure, tis the wind in reed and rush. Tis neither reed nor night wind sigh. Tis woman's moan and infants cry. You hear it wailing weak and ill, all night you hear it sobbing still, but ere the morning sun comes round it sinks, like mist, into the ground. And when the shepherd sleeps at noon he hears a distant muffled croon so deep, so hollow, soft and low, as mother hushed her child below. It is a restless soul, they say, that flies at morning streak away. It is a soul whose peace is gone, that sadly thus doth make its moan. And when the moor is bleak and bare, and autumn leaves whirl through the air, then flies midst all the uproar wild, a death pale maiden with her child. Upon yon heath there is a moor, there willows grow but scant and poor. Upon yon heath a pool lies drear, there neither frog nor toad you hear. The white sheep grass grows all around, its depth no man as yet did sound, its water sickers green and slow, and only breaks wiles further through. That is the place she threw it in. Now she must haunt it for its sin. She stands and wild her locks doth tear, then she is gone until next year. Autumn is near. The quail doth cry. The cuckoo long half said goodbye. Listen, how loud the moans and clear, it will soon be silent till next year. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Happy Halloween. I've orders to waken you from your nap, and orders are orders, my little chap, but I hate to do it, because it seems a shame to break in on your blissful dreams. I've sat and watched you a long, long while, and not since I came have you ceased to smile, so it strikes me as wrong to arouse you, boy, from sleep that's so plainly a sleep of joy. To make a big difference tonight, of course, but perhaps you are riding a real live horse. In dreams it's a pleasant and harmless sport, so why should I cruelly cut it short? Maybe you have, for your very own, a piece of pie or an ice cream cone. If that's your amusement, why end it quick? Even food can't possibly make you sick. Orders are orders, and I'm afraid it's trouble for me if they're disobeyed, but I'll bet if the boss could see you, son, she'd put off the duties as I have done. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. She woke by Klaus Grott, translated by Kate Freiligrott, read for LibriVox.org by Newgate novelist. She entered softly in her shroud and held a burning light. She was still paler than her shroud, and as the walls so white, thus came she slowly towards the bed. The curtains drew away. She held the candle to his face and bent down where he lay.  No limb she moved, and yet she looked as one who feign would speak. Cold terror crept along his back and froze his blood and bone. He fought to shriek in deadly fear, but lo, his voice was gone. He fought to seize it with his hands, the spectre cold and mute, and felt in all his agony. He stirred nor hand nor foot, and when he woke from out his trance, she went out by the door, as pale as death in graveyard shroud, holding the light before. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Happy Halloween! The Human Seasons by John Keats Red for LibriVox.org by Winston Tharp Four seasons fill the measure of the year. There are four seasons in the mind of man. He has his lusty spring when fancy clear takes in all beauty with an easy span. He has his summer when luxuriously springs, honeyed cud of youthful thought he loves to ruminate, and by such dreaming high is nearest unto heaven. Quiet coves his soul has in its autumn when his wings he furleth close, contented so to look on mists and idleness to let fair things pass by unheeded as a threshold brook. He has his winter, too, of pale misfeature, or else he would forgo his mortal nature. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Hit Us in Our Love and Order by Emil Vercharen Red for LibriVox.org by Chad Horner from Liverpool Let us in our love and order let us live so boldly our finest thoughts that they enter wave in harmony with the supreme ecstasy in perfect fervour, because in our kindred souls something more holy than we impure and greater awakens let us clasp hands to worship it three ourselves. It matters not that we have only cries or tears to define it humbly, and that its charm is so rare and powerful that in the enjoyment of it our hearts are nigh to fulfilling us. Even so let us remain, and forever, the mad devotees of this almost implacable love, and the kneeling worshippers of the sudden God who reigns in us so violent and so ardently gentle that He hurts and overwhelms us. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Light by Zona Gale Red for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson We do not touch the texture of the light, but one may see with a secret eye the things that are. Then we divine that we need not die to win our heritage of sight, as well this earth as any other star. Waking from dream their trails in alien air, a residue of other suns than these, we know that we have walked an inner way, have met familiars there, and kept our step in exquisite concord, the while we spoke some unremembered word. And over all there lay light whose vibrations ran to other keys than those we woke upon. Light whose long play was dappled color delicately kissed. Strange fires, raid from strange regions of the Lord. Light from the sun behind the sun fell where we went to keep our trist. In sleep and in the solitary dusk there come fine lines of light upon the lowered lids. A flush that lets us in the heart of night and hints dear wonders to be there at home, as if the universal fabric bids its human pattern know that all is light. In snow have we not seen the whiteness mitten through with sudden rays of glory, vague with veils, of some beloved hue that pales to earthly rose and violet and blue. O you who pulse within that light, we know, we know. Soon from without transition night we would come into this our own. Then the dim tune, the which we almost hear, the low key color and the word we have not heard. All these we shall be shown, and invently near to God, breathe for our breath his light. In the poem this recording is in the public domain. A Long Dress by Gertrude Stein Read for LibriVox.org by Wes Freeman What is the current that makes machinery, that makes it crackle? What is the current that presents a long line and a necessary waste? What is this current? What is the wind? What is it? Where is the serene length? It is there, and a dark place is not a dark place, only a white and red are black, only a yellow and green are blue, a pink is scarlet, a bow is every color, a line distinguishes it, a line just distinguishes it. End of Poem This recording is in the public domain. Midges in the Sunshine by Anonymous Read for LibriVox.org by Anita Sloma Martinez If I could see with the midges eye, or think with the midges brain, I wonder what I'd say of the world with all its joy and pain. Would my seven brief hours of mortal life seem as long as seven years as I danced in the flickering sunshine amid my tiny piers? Should I feel the slightest hope or care for the midges yet to be, or think I died before my time if I died at half past three, instead of living till sun of sun on the breath of the summer wind, or deem that the world was made for me and all my little kind? Perhaps if I did I'd know as much of nature's mighty plan, and what it meant for good or ill as that larger midge, a man. End of Poem This recording is in the public domain. The Parting Kiss by Robert Burns Read for LibriVox.org by Chad Horner from LibriVox. Humid seal of soft affections, tenderest pledge of future bliss, dearest tie of young connections, rose first, snow drop, virgin kiss, speaking silence, dumb confession, passion's birth, and infant's play, dove-like fondness, chaste concession, glowing dawn of future day, sorrowing joy, adduced last action, lingering lips, busnidus join, what words can ever speak affections so thrilling and sincere as thine. End of Poem This recording is in the public domain. Perversity by Aileen Kilmer Read for LibriVox.org by Mike Overby, Spokane Washington All my life I have loved where I was not loved, and always those whom I did not love loved me. Only the God who made my wild heart knows why this should be. Oh, I am strange, inscrutable, and proud. You cannot prove me though you try and try. I'll keep your love alive and wondering until you die. End of Poem This recording is in the public domain. Red Riding Hood by James Whitcomb Prilly Read for LibriVox.org by Kudrinov Sweet little mate of the nursery story, eerliest laugh of mine and fun-tile breast. Be something tangible, bloom in thy glory, into existence as doe-art addressed. Huston appeared to me, guileless and good, doe-art so dear to me, Red Riding Hood.   Ha, little girl, it is desolate, lonely. Out in this gloomy old forest of life, here are not pansies and buttercups only, rambles and dryers as keen as a knife, and a heart, revenues, trails in the wood, for the male have he must Red Riding Hood. End of Poem This recording is in the public domain. Return by D. H. Lawrence Read for LibriVox.org by Chad Horner from Liverpool Now I am come again, you who have so desired my coming. Why do you look away from me? Why does your cheek burn against me?  Ah, here I sit while you break the music beneath your bow, for broken it is and hurting to hear. Seize them from music. Does anguish of absence bequeath me only a liftness when I draw near? End of Poem This recording is in the public domain.  There are strange birds like blots against a sky Where a sun is dying. Beyond the river where the hills are blurred A cloud like the one word of the two silent sky stirs And there stand black trees on either hand. Autumn in Oregon is wet and new as spring And puts a fever like springs in the cheek That once has touched her dew And it puts longing, too, in eyes that once have seen Her season-flouting green And ears that listen to her strange bird speak. Autumn in Oregon I'll never see those hills again A blur of blue and rain across the old willamette I'll not stir a pheasant as I walk And hear it whir above my head An indolent, trusting thing When all this silly dream is finished here The fellas will go home To wear their fall rose-petals on every street And all the year is like a friendly festival But I shall never watch those hedges drip color Nor see the tall spar of a ship In our old harbor They say that I'm dying Perhaps that's why it all comes back again Autumn in Oregon and pheasants flying End of poem This recording is in the public domain The Song of the Beasts by Rupert Brooke Read for LibriVox.org by Colleen McMahon Song on one night in the cities in the darkness Come away, come away Ye are sober and dull through the common day But now it is night It is shameful night and God is asleep Have you not felt the quick fires That creep through the hungry flesh And the lust of delight And hot secrets of dreams That day cannot say? The house is dumb The night calls out to you Come, ah, come Down the dim stairs Through the creaking door Naked crawling on hands and feet It is meat, it is meat Ye are men no longer but less and more Beast and God Down the lamplest street By little black ways and secret places In the darkness and mire Faint laughter around and evil faces By the star-glint scene Ah, follow with us For the darkness whispers a blind desire And the fingers of night are amorous Keep close as we speed Though mad whispers woo you and hot hands cling And the touch and the smell of bare flesh sting Soft flank by your flank And side brushing side Tonight never heed Unswerving and silent follow with me Till the city ends sheer And the crooked lanes open wide Out of the voices of night Beyond lust and fear To the level waters of moonlight To the level waters quiet and clear To the black, unresting planes of the calling sea End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Spider and the Ghost of the Fly by Vache Lindsay Read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter. Once I loved a spider When I was born a fly A velvet-footed spider With a gown of rainbow dye She ate my wings and gloated She bound me with a hair She drove me to a parlor Above her winding stair To educate young spiders She took me all apart My ghost came back to haunt her I saw her eat my heart End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Spirits of the Dead by Edgar Allen Poe Read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter. Thy soul shall find itself alone Mid dark thoughts of the grey tombstone Not one of all the crowd Depri into thine hour of secrecy Be silent in that solitude Which is not loneliness For then the spirits of the dead Who stood in life before thee are again In death around thee And their will shall overshadow thee Be still. The night, though clear, shall frown And the stars shall not look down From their high thrones in the heaven With light like hope to mortals given But their red orbs without beam To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee forever. Now our thoughts thou shalt not banish Now our visions ne'er to vanish From thy spirit shall they pass no more Like dew drops from the grass. The breeze, the breath of God, is still And the mist upon the hill shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken Is a symbol and a token. How it hangs upon the trees, a mystery Of mysteries. Swamp Demons by C. A. Butts Read for LibriVox.org by Colleen McMahon. The lights that wank across the sodden moor Like phosphorescent eyes that beckon men To risk fell footsteps in the treacherous fen And sink in loathsome mock without a spore. What ghosts of former days What dread allure abides within this subterranean den Or reaching out snares victims to its ken With wraith-like fingers to apparel shore. Tis told that evil things lurk out of sight With human bones that fester in the ooze. The like tis true, these bones that once Were clothed in fleshly form Now harbored deadly spite against the living. When this swamp still brews within its bubbling depths, the curse men loathed before they turned To leprous things of night. The Queen called for her sentence while the drab Demanded love in the wild hunger-tore. The woman raged to touch the flame once more, but the worn-out emotions could not stab. There were the thousand parts she had to say'd In the three thousand gowns that she had worn. Into the rag-bag each frock found its flight Crumpled and ravished of a film-proud shade, And every script is wandering forlorn Nod by the mirage of an opening night. This recording is in the public domain. Threnody by Ralph Waldo Emerson Read for LibriVox.org by Sonya. Threnody. The south wind brings life, sunshine, and desire, and on every mountain meadow Breeze aromatic fire, but over the dead he has no power, the lost, the lost he cannot restore, And looking over the hills I mourn, the darling who shall not return. I see my empty house, I see my trees repair their boughs, and he, the wondrous child, whose silver-warble wild outvalued every pulsing sound, within the air's cerulean round, the highest synth-thin boy, for whom mourn well might break and April bloom, the gracious boy who did adorn the world wherein, too, he was born, and by his countenance repay the favour of the loving day, has disappeared from the day's eye. Far and wide she cannot find him, my hopes pursue they cannot bind him. Returned this day the south wind surges, and finds young pines and budding birches, but finds not the budding man. Nature, who lost, cannot remake him, fate let him fall, fate can't retake him. Nature, fate, men, him seek in vain. And wither now, my true and wise and sweet, O wither, tend thy feet. I had the right, few days ago, thy steps to watch, thy place to know. How have I forfeited the right? Has thou forgot me in a new delight? I harkened for thy household cheer, O eloquent child, whose voice, an equal messenger, conveyed thy meaning mild. What, though the pains and joys, whereof it spoke with hoys, fitting his age and can, yet fairest dames and bearded men, who heard the sweet request, so gentle, wise and grave, bend it with joy to his behest, and let the world's affairs go by. A while to share his cordial game, or mend his weaker wagon-frame, still plotting how their hungry ear that winsome voice again might hear, for his lips could well pronounce words that were persuasions. Gently's guardians marked Serene, his early hope, his liberal mean, to counsel from his guiding eyes, to make this wisdom earthly wise. I vainly do these eyes recall the school march, each day's festival, when every mourn my bosom glowed, to watch the convoy on the road. The baby in Willow wagon closed, with rolling eyes and face composed, with children forward and behind, like cupids studiously inclined, and he'd achieved and paced beside the center of the troop alight, with sunny face of sweet repose, to guard the babe from fancied foes. The little captain, innocent, took the eye with him as he went. Each village senior paused to scan and speak the lovely caravan. From the window I look out, to mark thy beautiful parade, stately marching in cap and coat, to some tune by fairies played, a music heard by thee alone, to works as noble led thee on. Now love and pride alas, in vain, up and down, their glances strain. The painted sled stands where it stood, the kennel by the corded wood, his scattered sticks to stanch the wall, of the snow-tower, when snow should fall. The ominous hole he dug in the sand, and childhood's castles built or planned, his daily haunts I well discern, the poultry-yard, the shed, the barn, and every inch of garden-ground, paced by the blessed feet around. From the roadside to the brook, wherein too he loved to look. Step to meek fowls by earth they ranged, the wintry garden lies unchanged. The brook into the stream runs on, but the deep-eyed boy is gone. On that shaded day, dark with more clouds than tempests are, when thou didst yield thy innocent breath, in bird-like heavings unto death, night came, and nature had not thee. I said, we are mates in misery. Tomorrow dawned with needless glow, each snow-bird chirped, each fowl must crow, each tremper started, but the feet of the most beautiful and sweet of human youth had left the hill and garden. They were bound and still. There's not a sparrow or a wren, there's not a blade of autumn grain, which the four seasons do not tend, and tides of life and increase land, and every chick of every bird, and weed and rock moss, is preferred. O ostrich-like forgetfulness, O loss of larger in the less, was there no star that could be sent, no watcher in the firmament, no angel from the countless host that loyters round the crystal coast, could stoop to heal that only child, nature's sweet marvel, undefiled, and keep the blossom of the earth, which all her harvests were not worth. Not mine, I never called thee mine, but nature's air, if I repine, and seeing rashly torn and moved, not what I made, but what I loved, grow early old with grief that thou must to the wastes of nature go. This because a general hope was quenched, and all must doubt and grope. For fluttering planets seemed to say, this child should ills of ages stay, by wondrous tongue and guided pen, bring the flown muses back to man. Perchance not he, but nature ailed, the world and not the infant failed. It was not ripe yet to sustain a genius of so fine a strain, who gazed upon the sun and moon, as if he came unto his own, and pregnant with his grander thought, brought the old order into doubt. His beauty once their beauty tried, they could not feed him, and he died, and wandered backward as in scorn, to wade an eon to be born. Ill day which made this beauty waste, plight broken, this high face defaced, some went and came about the dead, and some in books of solace read, some to their friends the tidings say, some went to write, some went to pray. One tarried here, their hurried one, but their heart abode with none. Covertous death bereaved us all, to aggrandize one funeral. The eager fate which carried thee took the largest part of me, for this losing is true dying, this is lordly man's downlying, this his slow but sure reclining, star by star his world resigning. O child of paradise, boy who made dear his father's home, in whose deep eyes men read the welfare of the times to come, I am too much bereft, the world is honored, thou hast left. O truth and nature's costly lie, O trusted broken prophecy, O richest fortune, sourly crossed, born for the future, to the future lost. The deep heart answered, weepest thou, worthy a cause for passion wild, if I had not taken the child, and deemest thou as those who pour with aged eyes, short way before, things beauty vanished from the coast of meta, and thy darling lost, taught he not thee, the man of eld, whose eyes within his eyes beheld, heaven's numerous hierarchy span, the mystic gulf from God to man. To be alone will thou begin, when worlds of lovers hem thee in, tomorrow, when the masks shall fall, that dies in nature's carnival. The pure shells see by their own will, which overflowing love shall fill, this not within the force of fate, the fate conjoined to separate, but thou, my votary, weepest thou. I gave thee sight, where is it now? I thought thy heart beyond the reach of ritual, Bible, or speech, wrote in thy mind's transparent table, as far as the incomunicable, taught thee each private sign to raise, lit by the super-sola blaze, past utterance, and past belief, and past the blasphemy of grief, the mysteries of nature's heart. And though no muse can these impart, throb dine with nature's throbbing breast, and all is clear from east to west. I came to thee as to a friend, dearest, to thee I did not send, tutors, but a joyful eye, innocence that matched the sky, lovely locks, a form of wonder, laughter rich as woodland thunder, that thou mightst entertain apart the richest flowering of all art. And as the great all-loving day, through smallest chambers takes its way, that thou mightst break thy daily bread with prophet, savior, and head, that thou mightst cherish for thine own the riches of sweet Mary's son. Boy, Rabbi, Israel's paragon! And thoughtest thou such guest, who'd in thy hall take up his rest, would rushing life forget her laws, fates glowing revolution pause, high omens ask divine a guess, not to be conned to tediousness, and know my higher gifts unbind, the zone that girts the incarnate mind. When the scanty shores are full, with thoughts perilous whirling pool, when frail nature can know more, then the spirit strikes the hour, my servant death, with solving right, pours finite into infinite. Wilt thou freeze, love's tidal flow, whose dreams through nature circling go, nail the wild star to its trek on the half-climbed zodiac, light is light which radiates, blood is blood which circulates, life is life which generates, and many seeming life is one. Wilt thou transfix, and make it none? Its onward force too starkly penned, in figure, bone, and liniment. Will thou uncalled interrogate, talker, the unreplying fate, nor see the genius of the whole ascendant in the private soul, beckon it when to go and come, self-announced its hour of doom. Fair the soul's recess and shrine, magic built to last the season, masterpiece of love benign, fairer that expansive reason, whose omen this and sign. Will thou not hope thy heart to know what rainbows teach, and sunsets show, verdict which accumulates from lengthening scroll of human fates, voice of earth to earth returned, prayers of saints that inly burned, saying, What is excellent, as God lives is permanent, hearts are dust, hearts' loves remain, hearts' love will meet thee again. Reveal the maker, fetch thy eye up to his style, and manners of the sky, not of adamant and gold, built he heaven, stark and cold, no, but a nest of bending reeds, flowering grass and scented weeds, or like a traveller's fleeing tent, or bow above the tempest bend, build of tears and sacred flames, and virtue reaching to its aims, build of furtherance and pursuing, not of spent deeds, but of doing. Silent rushes the swift lord, through ruined systems still restored, broad sowing, bleak and void to bless, plants with worlds the wilderness, waters with tears of ancient sorrow, apples of Eden ripe to morrow, house and tenant go to ground, lost in God, in Godhead found. They sat and talked of you. Twas here he sat, twas this he said, twas that he used to do. Here is the book wherein he read, the room wherein he dwelt, and he, they said, was such a man, such things he thought and felt. I sat and sat, I did not stir, they talked and talked away. I was as mute as any stone, I had no words to say. They talked and talked, like to a stone my heart grew in my breast. I, who had never seen your face, perhaps I knew you best. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. To Francis S. Osgood, by Edgar Allen Poe. Read for LibriVox.org by Mike Overby, Midland Washington. Thou wouldst be loved, then let thy heart from its present pathway part not. Being everything which now thou art, be nothing which thou art not. So with the world thy gentle ways, thy grace, thy more than beauty, shall be an endless theme of praise and love a simple duty. 1845. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Two Look at Two, by Robert Frost. Read for LibriVox.org by Winston Tharp. Love and forgetting might have carried them a little further up the mountainside with night so near, but not much further up, they must have halted soon in any case with thoughts of the path back, how rough it was with rock and wash-out and unsafe in darkness. When they were halted by a tumbled wall with barbed wire binding. They stood facing this, spending what outward impulse they still had in one last look the way they must not go, on up the failing path, where if a stone or earth slide moved at night, it moved itself. No footstep moved it. This is all, they sighed, good night towards. But not so. There was more. A doe from roundest spruce stood looking at them across the wall, as nearer the wall as they. She saw them in their field, they and hers. The difficulty of seeing what stood still, like some upended boulder split in two, was in her clouded eyes. They saw no fear there. She seemed to think that to thus they were safe. Then as if they were something that though strange she could not trouble her mind with too long, she sighed and passed unscared along the wall. This, then, is all. What more is there to ask? But no, not yet. A snort to bid them wait. A buck from round the spruce stood looking at them across the wall, as near the wall as they. This was an antlered buck of lusty nostril, not the same doe come back into her place. He viewed them quizzically with jerks of head as if to ask, Why don't you make some motion, or give some sign of life? Because you can't. I doubt if you're as living as you look. Thus till he had them almost feeling dared to stretch a proffering hand and a spell-breaking, then he too passed unscared along the wall. Two had seen two, whichever side you spoke from. This must be all. It was all. Still they stood, a great wave from it going over them, as if the earth in one unlooked for favour had made them certain earth returned their love. And a poem? This recording is in the public domain. What were I love if I were stripped of thee? By James Russell Lowell, read for LibriVox.org by Sonia. What were I love if I were stripped of thee? If thine eyes shut me out, whereby I live, Thou who unto my calmid soul dost give knowledge and truth and holy mystery, wherein truth mainly lies for those who see beyond the earthly, and the fugitive, who in the grandeur of the soul believe, and only in the infinite are free. Without thee I would naked, bleak, and bare, as yon dead sea-lar on the sea-cliffs brow, and nature's teachings, which come to me now, common and beautiful as light and air, would be as fruitless as a stream which still slips through the wheel of some old, ruined mill. 1841 End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Whitby Abbey by William Layton, read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter. Thou relic of a bygone generation, Thou crumbling record of a vanished race, towering aloft in lonely desolation, like the great guardian spirit of the place. Thy walls with age are mouldering, gray and hoary, where thy longed transept lay, the grass waves green, and scarce the remnant of thy former glory, remains to tell us what thou once hast been. Yet here in days of yore, a royal maiden has ministered upon the sacred shrine, and knights and nobles with their symbols laden have joined the orisons and rites divine. Here images of saints in dark-nitched spaces have peered on black-held monks devoid of smiles, and amic-eyed nuns with fair and pensive faces have flitted through the solemn whispering aisles. Here off the sweet strains of an arve Mary have stolen through the twilight, still and clear, and the wild cadence for misery has struck upon the midnight startled ear, and in the frequent pauses of devotion, when silence brooded o'er the prostrate band, was heard the deep-mouthed wailing of the ocean, beating forever on the rocky strand. But all is changed. No more the night wind, stealing through thy dim galleries and vacant nave, will catch the sound of music's measured pealing, and bear it far across the moonlit wave. No more when morning guilds the eastern heaven will early matins rise, or organs swell, and when the first stars gem the brow of even, no more will sound the sweet-toned vesper bell. Thy glory has gone by, and thou art standing in lonely pomp upon thy sea-washed hill, wearing in hoary age a mean commanding, and in thy desolation stately still. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.


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To the monthly hangout, hopefully everything is working just right. I wasn't sure if I was going to Stream tonight It was a little bit too busy. I know I had scheduled it for today But some things came up last minute and I started this extremely late It was supposed to be 9 p.m. Eastern Standard Time But here we are 10 30 so it's more like a late night hangout I'm not gonna be on for too long unless of course you wonderful people in the chat are here to Support the stream and hang out and ask some questions I just wanted to briefly cover a couple topics and of course meet the quota You know because I said I'm gonna do the monthly hangout. So here we are Thank you everybody. I already see Brenda the show Scott staff Thank you once again. Hello my friends. We meet again. Thank you so much Comic art channel. Thank you so much. What's up a better time for me. That's great I don't again. I do apologize. It's not it's not gonna be a super long stream because it is a little bit late and I was supposed to finish the stream an hour ago and record some voiceover stuff for Some YouTube videos that I'm currently making and that's sort of the whole idea of the monthly hangout I get to chat with you wonderful people and I get to update you on the stuff. That's happening on this channel manga geek them So, yeah, we're gonna do that. I also have some first impressions on some Anime that I watched that were not part of the schedule Super exciting for that as well. Now, let's see if oh, I don't okay. So we're on this screen. Okay, perfect. Perfect perfect Let's not screw it up. I Notice that I do not have the cool background music that I promised playing. I don't know what happened there There is something here in OBS for that, but I don't know if I can do it and I did this live See So Well, I'm doing this and gathering some sounds for you guys Let me remind you that if you're new here, it's a channel all about manga and anime and I do the seasonal anime reviews So let's let's start with that while I multi-task and search for the freaking background music that's missing so Every season I review as many shows as I can but lately I noticed that I didn't need to go so Frickin hard on all the shows last season kind of wore me out a little bit I felt the little burned out by it. I Think what it was 36 shows something like that almost 40 different anime series and That I know it's something really weird to complain about but that can kind of wear you out Fortunately some were easier to watch than others So for this season, I didn't want to repeat that Unfortunately as soon as I started adding shows I Was quickly going up into the Into the 30 plus shows so I scaled back some I still have a lot of shows and on the last hangout I sort of gave a quick first impressions view on on what I'm watching and Some of the shows did not survive the cut which is I think that's the first time I've ever done that on on my on my channel here Hold on. Let's see. Oh I don't have the track a wonderful stuff geo you are the absolute best Well, we'll get him next time. Let's just go a cabela tonight So, yeah, I had a couple shows. Hold on. Let's see if I still have the It should be working if I switched to my screen here There we go. Perfect. So this is my Anilist that I use and these are the current shows that I'm watching I talked about that on the previous stream, but for all the new people that might be interested in checking out the channel I use any list. It's honestly, it's the best way to keep track of shows and all that stuff And I love the UI on this website. So Where was I okay so here as you can see You got all this that that is currently airing these are anime that I I need to finish watching that already aired etc, etc And I had with me On this list Three shows that got the boot So we're gonna browse here for anime Popular this season, okay Let's do airing and let's do TV show Okay Beautiful, okay Let's see Where are okay. Here's the first one. All right next to each other. Perfect. Beautiful. Beautiful. All right. Let's let's do this I Had on my list the cafe terrace and its goddesses. I gave it the three episode rule and Actually two episodes and I was not digging the show whatsoever and I'm I Don't care at all About a show having fan service that doesn't bother me unless it's like something super Inappropriate or offensive, etc. Etc. But if it's stuff like this, I don't I don't mind it, but this show Was or at least the first two episodes. I thought were just really bad and the fan service was very sleazy and dumb and It I didn't do anything for me with the plot or whatever. I decided to You drop the show now Policy a policy on this Channel is that Even if it's bad, I'll watch all of it And and I can talk about it when I do the review But I man, I didn't want to go through all that so I dropped it This is if you if you're interested the cafe terrace. It's about this young man is grandmother Unfortunately passes away Inheritance inherits. Sorry. Well, it's untied tonight His her grandmother's his grandmother's cafe. Sorry And discovers that there are these five young girls living there and They don't want to move out And of course on the first episode some etchy raunchy stuff happens and you basically see everybody naked right before the episode ends and Right then and there. I'm like, ah, this is one of those shows. All right. I Don't I don't care for this a hallmark type plot and the Brief nudity aspect to it I was just Ready to drop it and I did so we did that and We also got rid of Who's we right? It's just me We also got rid of my one hit kill sister now I don't mind Isakai. I know they get a bad rep rightfully. So there are a bunch of Bad Isakai out there, but when you can reinvent the wheel and have fun with it There's some really fun cool Isakai series that I do recommend watching My one hit kill sister Ride doing something different The main character is I can't remember if he got hit by a truck Trying to save somebody or a disease and he was in the hospital some crazy hijinks and he is transported to another world and the book here the twist is that his sister who is extremely overprotective and has a I guess a sibling complex and She Her will was too strong. So she Travels to that other dimension to be with her brother. He was Facing an enemy or something and was scared and was summoning talking about her sister and Wanting Maya to be with him and whatever and she just showed up.  I Guess that's fine but I was a little bit annoyed by the shows the humor and how Obsessed the sister is with the younger brother almost to or not almost pretty much there to a sexual nature and I Nah, I'm good if I'm gonna spend time watching a lot of shows. I guess I need to curate and and watch better stuff than just Tara scottises and I wanted to kill sister. So that was another show that I was happy to to drop It didn't look horrible. This was done by Gekko Studios The they're a brand new studio. They worked on just my one hit kill sister and they have 10 photo coming up Which I am somewhat interested and we'll see if it works another etchie show etchie show So we'll see But I was not feeling it. So What do I do? Do I drop that and reduce the? the quantity of spring shows or Or do I look for substitutes alternatives? and such and that's what I did I Went ahead and started watching what the heck is it and it's in the friggin thumbnail of this live stream. I started watching The reincarnated princess sacrificial princess if I can you know what I can just do this Lot easier if I do This Where is the there we go? So I started watching sacrificial princess and the king of beast this I am Lessently surprised with so far the two episodes that I've seen I've really enjoyed and I do recommend checking it out It's something Somewhat different it plays with things that you might know Previous tropes and all that stuff. It has a lot of anthropomorphic animals, which I don't mind I like stories like that similar to like Beastars for example, however, this one's a little bit different. You got the king of the beast Lee and heart and This is a kingdom where I'll just read the description real quick here The king of the beast and demons regularly receive a female human sacrifices to eat in order to assert the dominance of his people over the human race They were at a conflict with each other However, for the 99th sacrifice the human girl brought to the capital Sadi sadi fee. Hope I pronounced that right intrigues the beast king he The main girl is not afraid of him or any of the other beast and she's accepting of this fate that has Fallen her And That curiosity leads into a friendship and Lee and hard spares her Unfortunately, everybody else in the kingdom is super upset and shocked and they're really racist Towards the human girl and it sort of becomes like One of these shows What do you call it? Hold on Yeah, I wasn't gonna say political but let's go with that because you have the inner politics of the kingdom inside and and how they view humans as lesser and how they're gonna judge They're king on this reckless decision, but Sadi fee and Lee and hard have a really wholesome friendship brewing and There's a small twist that I'm gonna reveal in a shocking fashion Lee and hard is or Leon hard is a half breed so he's Human and a beast and depending on the Was it the time or season or depending on the moon cycles or whatever He has to hide his true Nature and then human form or whatever so they form a pact of friendship and I assume potentially a Romance will brew but so far I dig it. I like that. It's sort of a very Macabre version of a twist on Beauty and the Beast So I don't mind that stuff. I think with anthropomorphic animals and that type of story you can really Get mileage out of it by having these creatures exemplify human traits and behaviors and you can Better understand the human psyche if you will through the notions of these animals behaving like Humans, but it's well. It's well done. It's well animated. This one's by JC staff And I know a lot of people aren't fans of JC staff because of previous mistakes But I think this is a good effort on their part. Nothing too fancy or revolutionary about it. Just nice Average looking show with great voice acting in my opinion. Okay, so Did that and the other show that I wanted to talk about is Dead mounds and death play. I think I mentioned Did I talk about this on the previous stream, I don't I don't know it may have been an omnibros live or something one of the manga shows I Started watching dead mount dead mount death play because it's by the same author as Yogo narita created durarara, that's one of my favorites and if it's the same creator I wanted to check this out as well Unfortunately the first episode. I mean, I like the idea that it's sort of a reverse Isakai and you have the character going into our world. That's always fun I For some reason the first episode like I was saying it didn't really hook me a Lot of people dug it and kept going, but I was very close to dropping the show because I'm like, I Don't know. I mean, yeah, it's it's a little bit different. It's an Isakai You know wasn't feeling it. I know people love the the manga which is currently ongoing but I watched some of the episode 2 and I Thought it was just okay So I gave it another shot before dropping it just in case I gotta say It's a quick turnaround for me because the later half of episode 2 and episode 3. I really enjoy it I am looking forward to more episodes on this series Essentially the necromancer of this alternate earth or whatever this parallel world. It's more like dark fantasy based He has been treated very poorly and is of course the bad guy in that world and In his final bout with the hero and all that stuff He unleashes a reincarnation magic So now he's in our world and he takes possession of the body of a young kid that was targeted for assassination Now I don't remember if they explained why in the first three episodes, but it's interesting nonetheless and in our world Obviously, there are no magical elements and kingdoms and all that stuff, but however the main character has all of his abilities he's sort of this It says here a corpse god, whatever you want to call that and He views humans as playthings and is very interested and fascinated by everything He just wants some peace and quiet He never got that in his original realm Everybody was always after him because of his necromancy powers and he's bad guy this Giant skeleton demon looking creature now he can Work towards that and he learns about money and all that and he gets involved with The same people that assassinated the young boy before he entered our world They're gonna work together to solve cases, I guess and he's gonna earn money. I don't know it sounds Odd, but it's a lot of fun. I like the characters and I like that it doesn't take itself too seriously So I am super excited for that Spirit circle. Thank you for joining now. There is a delay on my Dream and when it goes out to YouTube, so I do apologize if you type that out ages ago So yeah debt mount death play is pretty cool. I dig it I'm I'm on board with this. So I'm really happy that I give it another shot again first episode also They do something really cool and that's they play around with the timeline You see the events of episode one you go into episode two and it starts Sort of a prequel story to the main character then it switches to the present time But it shows you things from different perspectives from all the different characters and how we got to where we are so I'd like I like that style of directing and Storytelling so I do Recommend the show this one is done by geek toys and They've done a bunch of stuff. I am surprised because they did a mean Genfusheen Which I was not a fan of this this season however, so far That mount death play has been pretty cool. I I don't mind the art so much It worked on date a bullet a Bunch of stuff that I've not seen plunderer. It was one that I was really disappointed by that was a 2020 show I dropped No There's that Also, I started watching the ranking of King's treasure chest of courage and It's fine. I mean if you're new and you want to watch ranking of Kings watch the Watch the original show or read the manga. You don't need the treasure chest of courage. It's just a small OVA collection I don't know how many episodes. I think it's gonna be Like eight I Correct me if I'm wrong. I don't know if it's gonna be the full 12 Weekly schedule, I think it's gonna be less Let's just side story said before the show during the show and maybe After the show ended the season So if you'll watch this if you love the characters and really enjoyed the series. Otherwise, you can skip it Warren, thank you so much. I doing all right, you know, it's late. I don't look it But I'm actually really tired. So after this I'm going to Play some switch games and fall asleep But I do have an intensive day of recording tomorrow. So I'm gonna talk about that in a minute Okay, let's see. What else did I need to talk about? Oh Yeah, okay. All right, I don't want to I don't want to be controversial I don't want to Get some people riled up. I'm just gonna talk about it briefly Because I thought, you know, it's my freaking dream. I can talk about whatever the heck I want, right? this show right here the dangers in my heart I I will be completely honest with you guys. I was not expecting the the chatter that formed about it on Monga anime tiktok not tiktok. Oh my gosh, Monga or anime Twitter. I Saw a couple posts or tweets That they were Angry disgusted with this show and insulting everything about it and then I Saw somebody replying like you got to give it a shot because it's actually pretty good Like give it the two or three episode rule and they were like no because if it's bad from the get-go It can't be it can't be good, you know something like that and Insulting everybody that was trying to defend it which brought me the wrong way. I don't mind you hating a show It's within your lane. You can do that. That's okay. I don't like other shows out there I don't want to use that word of hate That's not something I use in my vocabulary, but for the purposes of this stream. I'll use it I don't I do hate some shows. Let's say that But the small insignificant controversy that I saw Were people upset with this series which is based on the Monga of the same name the dangers in my art Essentially you follow this young kid here that you're seeing on screen. He is called a Kyoto Ichikawa and He suffers Which is not an excuse either He suffers from a bunch of Bunch of things There's a lot of like it says in the description. There's a lot of darkness in his heart he's very antisocial and depressed and has very macabre thoughts and As someone that has a very Overactive or grew up with a very overactive Imagination and I was thinking so many things at all times. I Need to get where this character is Going, you know, like sometimes No, I don't know this is I think a lot of you that have known me throughout the years will be shocked With what I'm going to say now So brace yourselves that I'm sorry in advance Growing up for some reason I've Like I want to say I'm a very positive person but in my mind I tend to overthink things and Some really messed up things pop up in my head and I think the worst of Scenarios and people and stuff like that Obviously they stay in my head. I don't act upon it and it's just like Macabre curiosity that forms. I really don't know how to control it I mean, I do control it, but I don't know. I don't I have no Explanation as to why that happens. So when you have a character like this that He's a bit of a loner and he sees his classmates and he's sickened by them and wishes Horrible things to them. He's not He's not wanting that in real life. It's just his worst-case scenario in his head if that makes sense so at least this this is how I view this theories and like wishing death on on people and stuff like that because he's edgy and Finding himself and anti-social and all that stuff is not out of the realm of Possibility, right a lot of people have done that in the past I haven't but I do think of some pretty messed up things. Unfortunately but this all changes for the main character when He meets the character of Anna Yamada he is a very wholesome a pretty and Clutzy young girl classmate, I think she's a Model out of out of school and some and and whatnot and He is very quirky and like she'll she loves to eat snacks and she'll hide away in the library to do that So Ichikawa is Falling in love with her Unwillingly unknowingly if you will and it's sort of this really nice meet-up of this bubbly popular young girl and this awkward shy The troubled a young kid and how they meet up and That changes him for the better and we see that evolution with like four episodes already out You starting to see that progress compared to the first episode. So I'm I'm a fan of stories like that. I want I Want flawed heroes also, William Lee. Thank you for joining. I Like flawed characters. I don't want to see cookie cutter Romantic leads I want to see the faults in them, you know sort of like Karnak. It's an inhumans joke Yes, I like the inhumans a lot I don't know.  I'm really liking at the moment. These are my top five So far with like two weeks in or three weeks in and people were just Shitting on dangers in my heart and like oh this character is like supposed to be in love with this girl supposedly and He's wishing all these horrible things on her like Yeah, but the point is that he's going to be a better person and not do that because in life Not everybody's a hundred percent do gooders and Through experiences in life and all that stuff we grow and we become better individuals So that's kind of what I wanted to see. I don't agree with what the character is thinking and saying But if he changes for the better than hell, yeah If it doesn't work out and it's just and if it would have stayed like that I wouldn't be talking about the show. I would have quit. I wouldn't have talked about it Promoted it or tweet it or whatever the hell and then somebody said like oh this and that about each Iqawa he's gonna he's doing this because of Something something and then the tweeters were like the people tweeting I should say we're like Okay, if you guys want to if you guys want to be freaks about it and defend character like that I guess you're all like freaks. I'm like Okay, so that was a lesson learned I don't want to interact with Twitter people anymore, but I just stayed on my own lane and tweeted about my crazy Danigans with my reading and viewing experiences as well as video games So I guess that sort of led into an exhausting day Because that stuff Gets to you at least for me when I read stuff like that about things that I really like It kind of Bumps me out and puts me in a in a sad vibe all throughout the day and I just needed to walk away from Twitter because I didn't know I Mean I knew it was toxic it is it's a hellish social media app, but I was naive and thought everything was Peaches and cream and it Are from it. It wasn't Instead you got people fighting about fictional characters adapted from a fictional book which I thought was insane and somebody told me and a Very wise advice just don't engage and ignore and you'll be a lot happier for it and I agree So that is my mini rant I guess on the dangers in my heart. Do I recommend it? Absolutely, it's awesome. I really enjoy it. It's fun wholesome weird and awkward at times Because these two kids are getting to know each other and awkwardly maybe building a romance and I really like the arts and character designs. It uses CG in clever ways It's mostly 2d, but the way it integrates both into one solid animation. I don't know. I dig it I think it's pretty unique compared to Everything else that's airing Don't engage is good advice.  You're a content creator and that's true But in the grand scheme of things, you know, my numbers are pretty insignificant for now. Hopefully fingers crossed and you kind of want to Build something and get people you interact with you and visit your channel and stuff like that So I go out of my way sometimes to interact with the anime manga Twitter world Because that's where all the hip kids are even though I've seen some stats and that's not really the case I've got everybody's sort of like moving to different platforms or whatever, but you know That's part of the plan. I guess to grow the channel Which reminds me We are almost like a hundred The people away from three thousand subs, which is insane It has been a very frustrating journey. Let me switch back to See everything it has been a very frustrating journey arriving at 3k Honestly, I can't even begin to tell you Why It has taken so long in my head and this goes back to what I just said about weird thoughts that Pop up in my brain. I Thought I'm not good enough.  They're not interested in what I have to say They don't find me as entertaining or engaging as other people they don't like who I am or Place of origin or maybe it's something racist I don't know. I thought of all the possibilities all the negative ones and I am a very positive person. I told myself. No, none of that is What's happening? There are millions of people putting out content. Unfortunately, you get dealt with bad hands and Not everybody's gonna rise to the top like other channels. Some people have that luck others don't It boggled my mind that The sub rate has been so slow and dragged out. I'm like I'm doing everything possible. I've played with the algorithm Many times in the past. I've talked about it in many live streams on my channel. I Played with the upload dates with the thumbnails. I've been on thumbnails. I've done the artsy-fartsy stuff I stopped doing live streams. None of it works at the end of the day. I think it's just all BS and You just you just do you and and you do the basic things that youtubers say to do and Good luck and pray for success But I kind of see it more these days as Quality over quantity and I'd rather have 3000 amazing viewers watching Then like 10,000 people and like 7,000 of them are like Rando's and bots and stuff like that. You know what I mean not to offend anybody with that. It's just broad statements here so and Also, I am very OCD about numbers statistics and Seeing the numbers go up and down and all that stuff. I obsessed too much Over it where I Build up an anxiety within me because of that stuff and I just have to quit the other day. I even tweeted about it. I Guess we're talking about channel updates now to Bring this full circle. I guess for the monthly hangout The other day I tweeted that for once in I don't know how long I I was caught up with all the shows. I was brought up with work and games and all that stuff and for a long while I had Hours of free time and I'm talking like a full weekend and With no commitments and The possibilities of okay, what do I do now? How do let's do something. Let's create content. Let's read some books. Let's Whatever I got so anxious over the possibilities and what to do that I kind of psyched myself out of being productive that weekend and ended up not doing anything and I was it kept creeping up and Affecting me in a very weird way. So I said, I think it was on a Sunday Screw it.  I just needed a breath of fresh air and I've been doing that a lot lately. I was forced fortunately to go back and do some Exercise for Exercising for my health and it's been a Very frustrating but rewarding experience so far this past couple of weeks or past couple months So, yeah Now I'm just picking stuff from my head to mention on the show on this live stream So, yeah, I'm super excited. We're like a hundred people away something like that Also, it's hilarious that whenever I upload a video people unsubscribe and Like on purpose I will not Upload anything in a whole week and then people subscribe back up. I'm like guys make up your mind.  What's happening? So, yeah, and a lot of people have None No, and how do I say this? I'm not talking about people online, but like Friends and family members they've always said like Don't compare yourself to others because your life experiences are different. I don't do this as a full-time gig I'm busy with other stuff. So my I'm working on YouTube is different and but I See you like a channel that just started the other day and they quickly grow and surpass my levels of thing crap or whatever and It does affect you somewhat, you know, I think you can't Be on this platform and do content creation and not you So just a little bit of jealousy sometimes and I think that's a good thing because it can motivate you to Work better and it has for me. This year has been great I think this year these past four months that have on by in 2023 are some of the most productive months that I've worked on on on YouTube If that makes sense, I don't I I don't feel Jealousy I Don't care for it and I see it more as like friendly competition when I see other people uploading stuff I'm like I can do that. Let's work towards that. That's sort of been my mentality for the past couple years on this platform Let's say I can't read this Again the same problem from life from the preview show. Let me switch my camera around. There we go. Now I can read it Don't engage is a good advice. Okay, and man. Thank you for joining your good person. Geo appreciate that appreciate your content Thank you so much. I've been dealing with terrible work situations since March and Feel it might extend quite a while longer by watching you is great I am happy that if I can entertain you for at least a couple like 30 minutes an hour I've done my job. I'm happy with that and I can take off. I can take your mind off of what's bothering you with Work and real life. So I'm so sorry to hear that You're at circle. Don't worry. Geo. You're doing the best you can you can and hopefully you can do More of the things you want to do and ignore the haters as it were. Yes. Thank you. Thank you my non Specific my non Scientific observation is that there is a certain number of subs you hit and then it just builds more easily after maybe like 7k Yes, I want to talk about that. That is one of my goals And one of the things that annoy the crap out of me is when you hear somebody on YouTube say Subs don't matter Yeah, they do because you need to get out of that funk of Starting out and I think it's at 10k where the algorithm just Starts pushing out the content to more people. So a lot more Individuals start subbing but you need to break that threshold and you need the subscribers I mean, eventually. Yes, it's about the views and not the subs But let's face it. If I also want to get some sponsors, which I really want not for the money Honestly, I just want YouTube to fund my hobby and if like somebody like will say, hey, you want to review a book I'm like, yeah, sure. Of course, I'd be happy to that's kind of what I want and and I don't want to sound pretentious. I don't want to sound Needy or greedy when I say that it's just out of a genuine love for the platform and the idea of me reviewing stuff because my channel has been About reviewing stuff since its inception. I like doing that spoiler free so that anybody can enjoy it so I can't reach out to people for Sponsorships and stuff like that because the numbers aren't there. Nobody's gonna be like, oh this channel. It's not It doesn't have a lot of views or subscribers less than 3k Why will why will I invest? Why would I invest?  They haven't been sending out reviews review copies any These couple years but back in 2020 they were going nuts sending me stuff And I put out a lot of content that you're reviewing like advanced copies of bongo volumes Light novels stuff like that So I am forever thankful and I love seven seas because of that that they don't care like you want to review it Yeah, sure go ahead and they I reply back to them and they send me a PDF format thing And that's what I would use for the videos.  I can't see Swear I know I said that last time that I would fix it. I forgot. Sorry. I can't see the chat I'm old now. I felt that your positivity and kind of show through in spades. I I appreciate that Thank you so much. I I don't I don't brag about that stuff, but That's something that I've always wanted to push on whatever platform on I'm on because too much negativity and Obviously that gets a lot more clicks you want to make a lot of money on the internet be as negative as possible and You will get some cash and that goes for like politics that goes for even manga that in comic books video games if you are like negative sarcastic Sort of a smart ass That gets more views. Unfortunately, and I hate that because that I've never been about that game I've always been I always try to keep things positive wholesome and welcoming for everybody Even if we share different views on things, you know So Yeah, yeah, I need I need more subs. I need more subs man I need people to subscribe and watch the manga geeked him and I'm working on some manga essay videos They just take a lot out of me because sitting down to write like 300 were 300 words. I Don't know how many words whatever. I don't count. I don't count the words. I Sit down and write an essay review on a topic or Book or whatever I'm not the best writer in the world So it's been a it's been a struggle. I kind of stopped doing it and just relied more on the quick reviews and I Haven't seen too much of a difference. So that's why I haven't brought it back, but I am working on Some essay videos one of them would be on call of the night. I want to talk about the whole Vampire puberty aspect and like adolescence and wanting to explore the night and then then that sort of Makes of topics there Also wanted you an essay on yokai manga and the influence and all that stuff. This just ideas that are in my head right now So hopefully I can get that out at some point soon probably in the summer So Speaking of video ideas. I Didn't put out a video this week and it bummed me out that and I have nobody to blame but I kind of knew it was gonna happen when I posted the Mermaid scales video I had a very sneaking suspicion that that video was not gonna do well but Why not to talk about it is why not hmm is I feel like at the end of the day Eventually somebody will be like hey Is there a review from mermaid scales and the town of sand because that's a very obscure book and you type it on on YouTube and the video will show up. So I wanted that like that for The backlog of the channel eventually to have all those Reviews there for people So I made the video. I switched it up tried to do a different style of review for it and actually had some fun going through the spoilers the beach footage. I Didn't really go to the beach. So that was an old recording from 2018 when I was reviewing the Mira bombshell statue Not reviewing it for like a showcase video So I I got that footage and used some alternate takes to make the new one So it was a lot of fun to put together and It it did not do well I think on on manga tubing shonen series insane and books you pretty damn well for the Demographics and algorithms and all that stuff unfortunately to get it if you put out a video on On show joe manga or jose and stuff like that. It's an uphill climb Especially with the people that are that watch me But I want to cover that stuff because I'm not reading any shonen stuff currently and most of the things that I'm into are sane and books and Some shoujo and jose stuff. So I knew going in that it was not going to do well. I I am fortunate that people did watch and left some really nice Uh comments on the video. So I do appreciate it if you haven't seen the video I'd appreciate if you gave it a watch even if you don't pay attention to it You could just leave it on the background playing. It's only like eight minutes There's not too much of a commitment A friend of mine told me back in 2012 that in order to be successful on youtube Be fake Just no longer on the format and that is not me. I don't want to watch fake people be genuine. Yes Yes, that is a hundred percent true. I don't want Uh, I don't want that either Let's do uh oshinoko there Why not? China So I had some titles just don't really generate interest even if some people are talking about it within the community Yeah, yeah, I mean, yeah, I knew going in sometimes and this goes back. Uh when I was reviewing like graphic novels and comics Sometimes I had the habit of skipping on the really popular books Because I kind of psyched myself thinking This is like super popular And maybe I'm not as knowledgeable and if I do a video on it, I'm not gonna do the best Work reviewing it and people are gonna come in and say like oh this video sucks You don't know what you're talking about so I psyched myself out of reviewing like the really popular stuff And with manga, I guess I kind of fell into that hole too mermaid skills is a wonderful book And I'm very happy to put the review there But I I kept thinking man if I had talked about something else, uh I'm pretty sure I would have gotten more views so Yeah, that's what's happening in my brain Let's see. Oh, okay. So before I forget or I forget, uh, we're almost at an hour I can't on I can't be on too much because it's late and I want to uh, maybe record some voiceover and Play some switch games because I got advanced wars and that has been a lot of fun And I haven't played all week since I got the game last week. So I want to do that uh two things first next week I should have the top 12 anticipated manga releases for may I'm gonna I the video is almost done. I just need to do the voiceover recording And it should be ready by monday. So, uh First of may you're gonna see that video. So I'm excited for that a lot of people watch those. Uh, I'm grateful for that Uh, I'm going to try for wednesday Or thursday, who knows? Uh, I'm gonna have instead of what I've been reading which I do like two books I'm going to add more to that and make it like the reading blog that uh people do on on On youtube Because I I have like five different books that I want to talk about instead of doing like Three videos for them. I could just bundled everything together and talk about the five And then maybe on friday or next saturday I'll post a haul video So i'm excited I don't want to jinx it, but i'm gonna try my hardest to put out Uh, three videos in a week's time, which I haven't done in a while Gio guarantee you more Gio guarantee you more of your subs watch you for you rather than what you're reviewing That's awesome. Yes. Yes, please Uh, also the other thing I wanted to mention since I talked about advanced wars I think it's time I brought back the gaming stuff I'm kind of scared to to do it uh, I Set up a twitch channel Because I wanted because uh, aside from reading and watching movies and all that stuff video games was uh, like my first really nerdy passion growing up and and that has uh, that's been something that's been with me all throughout my life so La I think uh December 2021 I tried streaming for the first time on twitch by myself. I was playing metroid dred horrible connection issues fortunately the internet has gotten a lot better since then uh the uh surface I should say I Had some technical issues with the microphone. It wasn't picking picking up my voice I think you couldn't even hear the the sound card Or not the sound card the elgato card whatever And I was able to fix it later, but I was so pissed off that night I only streamed like 30 minutes or like 15 minutes. I should say and quit and uh Never went back to it And I want to try it again just for fun Because I really love the idea of playing a game and having people chatting or having fun maybe you guys are Making fun of my terrible Skills and and and whatnot so I want that I get a really Good vibes and euphoria when I stream video game stuff so I'm not going to do it on this channel because that would be a no no because the channel is about manga And then all of a sudden we're doing video game stuff. That's kind of weird So I have the second channel you guys might remember I used to promote it. It's called uh, wait, what was it called? Uh geeked him gaming. That's the name of it. Uh, that's not going to change. It's still going to remain geeked him gaming I'm going to upload a video on that channel soon because it's been gosh like Five months since I've uploaded a video I just got like super overwhelmed. Uh, I thought I could manage two channels at the same time Plus the third one of you include omnibros Uh, I couldn't so I took a break from that And I want to go back to that and post As uh As a minimal effort is what I'm getting at the less I can rap for videos and just like Uh, do a gaming stream and just have fun there and not have to worry about anything That's great But if I have to sit and write Because I was doing some switch game reviews and I was actually writing stuff and and preparing the visuals and capturing footage That takes too much time out of my busy schedule When my main focus is, uh, manga geeked him and talking about the books So I can't be doing that and uh, so the idea is to Assume I'm going to try to do it next month at the end of next month um I'm going to try and stream I'm going to practice first on that channel for the geeked him gaming and eventually move back into which If you guys are interested You want to subscribe geeked him gaming There's channels in the page here on youtube or whatever you can find it And if you want to check out, uh, the channel on on twitch you can subscribe as well so I Am committed to that Hold on. No, not this Where am I? There we go Uh, boy, do you playing all those games here? I am not having played a game since early september 2018 The last game I was playing was dragon quest 11. You probably remember that. Yes And I actually I don't know if you remember I did a stream playing it for the first time and I forgot to keep going But I have a lot of switch games. I need to get back to that I remember watching you play the mario maker levels Was that late summer 2021? Yes I love Dreaming uh Games like that and the mario maker stuff because I'm terrible at it, but I have such a fun time Either cursing at the screen and and watching you guys Make fun of my gaming skills. I love that stuff um Also update Uh, my monitor is my second monitor still busted. I don't know what happened to it So I am getting a new one soonish in a couple weeks. I'm excited To do that It's going to help me out a ton when I do live streams So I'm really excited because right now as you're seeing I'm minimizing and I'm opening stuff on the same monitor So that's uh, that's sort of what's been happening in my head sort of an abridged version of everything And I kept the page here on oshinoko Sorry So, yeah Hold on I talked about everything here. Yeah Yuri is my job. It has been great Uh, genuinely love this series. Uh, it's like, uh, like a good drama soap opera I dig it Uh, the pokemon series I did not talk about I I'm up to date with that and it's been great so far Really enjoyed this. Uh, it was a great move to get rid of ash and bring in new character Excuse me new characters. Sorry So there you go I think that should cover everything Am I remembering am I forgetting something? probably So the goals for next month I'm gonna do the live stream and I am toying with the idea of doing Uh, by two weeks per two streams per month on this channel My goal is to Fix the audio issue with the music I want that to happen and not just me acapella here with dead air And if I have the monitor, we'll do some crazy stuff Hopefully you guys are interested in the videos that I talked about This should be coming out soon And uh, I think that's about it I hope this was somewhat entertaining even though I ranted, uh, non-stop about things that, um I shouldn't worry too much about but I kind of do because I obsess about these things But thank you anyways for hearing me out And if you're watching later, uh, thank you. I appreciate it Subscribe to the channel if you're new here Consider subscribing. I talk about manga anime all that stuff Thank you to the chat You guys are lovely. Thank you so much. Truly. Do you appreciate it? You have no idea how much the Your support, uh means to me and uh, that's it I'm gonna I'm gonna bounce Like I said, I'm gonna record some stuff for next week And I'm gonna play some games and watch, uh some show Anime extra anime So thank you everybody spirit circle and man comic art channel Warren, William, thank you everybody for tuning in. Love you guys appreciate it I need to actually I need to fix the opening animation thing on obs And I need to do another closing thing because I just have a Dark screen and that's just really, uh, uh depressing. So I need something lively to end the stream on Take care. Thank you. Thank you guys. Thank you. Appreciate it. Thank you so much. Uh, how do we close out? Close out That geo is the man. Thank you and man. Appreciate it, buddy Uh You know how we do things Thank you guys, I hope this was entertaining and to your liking have a good night Have a great weekend.